"Wake up, sleepy head,"
Vegeta opened an eye, staring sleepily at Bulma who had just whispered softly into his ears to wake him up. He mumbled something under his breath and took a glance at the digital clock next to the bed. It read 4.35AM. He narrowed his eyes at the contraption as if it offended him and turned back to Bulma. He was still tired from their late night activities and he wanted more sleep.
"We gotta watch the sunrise and have breakfast in the mountains, remember?!"
"No, I don't remember promising to something so pathetic!" he retorted as he slams a pillow on his face, tuning Bulma out.
Gawking at her lover, Bulma stared at him with wide eyes. She was rendered speechless when Vegeta removed the pillow and smirked at her. She purse her lips and narrowed her eyes at him, let out an angry huff, pushes herself off the bed, put on her bathrobe and proceeded out of the room.
"You'd better be up and ready, Vegeta!!" she yelled at him from the staircase.
Vegeta lay on the bed, sprawled as he stares into the ceiling above him. He will be leaving in five hours and due to their extremely active sex life, with the addition of Bulma wanting to have one last good fuck until he returns, and with a complimentary quality spent time at some stupid mountain watching the stupid sun rise. The food was a bonus, she said, but Vegeta didn't think so since she will be the one cooking. And because it usually takes her so long to accomplish a meal, he has to get up the same time as her.
He took a deep breath, slung his arm over his eyes and muttered a curse at the woman downstairs who was now making a ruckus with the pots and pans. She wasn't going to be very discreet in poisoning him and Vegeta was not going to let that happen. Throwing the offending blanket away, he walked to the bathroom in all his naked glory to take a quick shower.
Bulma admits she's having a really hard time trying to prepare Vegeta's favourite breakfast which is pancakes with syrup, served with sunny side up eggs, together, as one. It was kind of unusual for someone to eat pancakes or eggs this way for they will definitely get a really bad tummy ache, but for a Saiyan... perhaps it doesn't.
She was happily frying the eggs away when Vegeta emerged. He head straight for the fridge and pour himself some orange juice, straight from the carton and into his mouth.
"It's disgusting, you know that,"
"Since when did you become my gross meter?" he said while wiping his mouth with the back of his hands and poured some more.
"Oh, and you think by drinking off the carton is not gross?"
"You didn't think that way when I was eating you out," Vegeta smirked as he knew he now has the upper hand.
"T-that was different!" she stammered and return to the stove as heat began to rise to her cheeks, and her groin.
"How is it any different?" he taunted as he slams himself behind her, locking her in place. She gave out a yelp and told Vegeta to get off because if he doesn't, the pan will definitely burn her.
"Get off, Vegeta! I'm gonna get burn if you don't!"
"I'd like to see my captive a little vulnerable," he whispered in her ears as he wound his hands around her waist to untie her sash, "And a little scared," he continued and his hands found its way to her breasts.
The heat of the fire was starting to burn her skin as Vegeta lean in closer deliberately. Bulma wanted to say something but nothing came out except for a silent moan as Vegeta's fingers cleverly found her clit and is now massaging it in a slow circular motion. In fact, she was rendered helpless as her body was obeying to Vegeta's touch.
Vegeta spun the both of them around, this time locking her from behind on the counter opposite the stove. He grabs the hem of her bathrobe and bunched it up above her waist. In one swift movement, he lowered his pants and plunges deep into her wet entrance, causing Bulma to let out a loud moan.
Vegeta push her upper body further down so she lies flat on the table, her breasts pushed up flat on the surface. He held her in place with a hand snaked around her neck as he rams into her core. Pulling her upright with a jerk on her hair, he spun her around and carried her so she was sitting on the counter. He too climbed up behind her, pushed her legs apart and ram into her once again.
His release was coming as his muscles tensed. He quickened his pace, sending Bulma to a greater height of pleasure and letting out a loud groan at the back of his throat, he spills his seed into her. They stayed still for awhile to catch their breath as their heart raced. Minutes later, Bulma was the first to speak.
"Do you smell that, Vegeta?" she asked as she got down from the counter and tie up her sash.
Scrunching up his nose, he was prepared to nod his head when suddenly the smoke detector began to wail.
"Oh shit! The eggs, oh the eggs!! Vegeta help me!!!"
He quickly jumped off the counter with his hands covering his ears and frown deeply at the frantic woman, who was now in a panic attack. Glaring up at the wailing contraption, he lifted a finger and forms a small energy ball. Without a second thought, he releases it and the smoke detector explodes into nothing but debris.
Staring wide eyed at the saiyan, Bulma thought he was mad.
"I meant with the eggs, Vegeta! The smoke won't leave even though the smoke detector is dead!"
"It was hurting my ears!!"
She turned around to switch the stove off, took a chisel and scrape out the burnt eggs. It was sticking to the pan so badly she really had a hard time scraping it off. Feeling a little depreciated, Vegeta retrieved his pants on the floor, slung it over his shoulder and proceeded upstairs, leaving the woman to tend to her egg demise.
He returned to the kitchen after a half hour and found Bulma slumped on the surface of the dining table, her back facing to him. He took in his surroundings and saw the whole pan was thrown into the trash can. He approached her quietly and his eyes went wide when he saw her shoulders shaking and that only meant one thing – she's crying.
Planning to walk away, not wanting to handle another bout of this he turned on his heel. Just as he took the first step, Bulma called to him in a whisper.
"Vegeta,"
He turned back to face her and saw that she was already wiping the wet stains off her cheeks and eyes.
"What?"
"H-how does frozen pizzas sounds?" she turned in her chair and gave a small smile at him while sobbing lightly.
"It's alright," he shrugged, although he didn't really like frozen food, but it beats Bulma's cooking anytime.
The rain was pouring really hard this morning, so the both of them were stranded in. It was now a little after six and neither of them could fall back to sleep so they resorted to watching TV. There was nothing much on the tube except for the soaps channel which runs practically every hour of the day.
Vegeta was sitting at the corner of the couch while Bulma was lying down on her side, her head on his lap. They were munching on the pizzas that Bulma heated up after almost destroying the kitchen with her burnt eggs. She was devastated, Vegeta knew that, and he thought she was a weakling for crying. He also thought he would get a lashing from her when he found her sobbing away, but it turns out that he has underestimated her power of accepting reality.
She sucked at cooking, she knew that, but she tried anyhow. I mean, any woman in love wouldn't mind cooking her partner's favourite meal so he could enjoy it, be it pancakes served with sunny side up eggs. Well, Vegeta wouldn't understand that.
He rests a hand on her hips while the other had his elbow on the arm rest to support his head. He adopted a bored look on his face every time he watches the tube, so now wasn't any different. Meanwhile, beneath him, Bulma was sobbing away as they watch how the guy in the show got dumped by his girlfriend who was threatened by some mafia's son who wants her, saying that if she didn't leave the guy, he will kill her and all that gibberish.
'How she tolerates this kind of pathetic trash, I wouldn't know,' thought Vegeta as he stared stoically at the TV, but actually he wasn't staring at anything at all.
"T-this is.. *sniffs* so sad! *sniffs* He loves her!! *blows nose* H-how could *sniff* she do *blows* that to him?!"
"He's pathetic."
"No he isn't. He's a heartthrob. A ladies' man, Vegeta," she got up and looked at him with tear stained eyes.
"He's still pathetic," said Vegeta boringly.
"You know what I think?" she asked slyly, her demeanour changed like the weather, while Vegeta narrowed his eyes to her. He didn't like the look on her face one bit, especially with what he thinks she was about to say.
"I think you're jealous."
That does it. He moved his hand to circle her neck but not hard enough to choke her. He pulled her towards his face, her body flushed to his muscular chest. She had no choice but to straddle him and grip onto his wrists. She was terrified at first and thought he was going to hurt her but seeing that she felt no pain, she knew Vegeta wouldn't hurt her. Not that way anymore and not unless they were on the bed.
"Woman, if I was jealous, I would fly off here at once and seek out that fake acting pathetic slob you called a 'ladies' man' and when I do I will kill him."
"Mmmm... you make me wet with that sexy, sadistic bad talk of yours, prince," she smiled seductively as she trace her finger down his chest.
"He's lucky I'm not the jealous type. I couldn't care less,"
"Mmm.. ignorant,"
"Woman, wouldn't you like to know what else I can do with my sadistic mouth," he smirked sexily and leans down to kiss her cleavage but felt an urgent tap on his shoulders. His head snapped up at Bulma and saw her mouth agape as she looked behind him.
He turned around and saw her parents, gawking at the intimate duo. He felt a slight rush of heat rise to his cheeks and turned to push Bulma gently off his lap. She gladly got off, tightens her bathrobe and smiles at her parents. This was the second time they were run into while being in an obscene position.
"Morning dad, mom," she pecked them each on the cheeks before walking pass them towards the kitchen, but not before turning around to wink at Vegeta.
"Vegeta," Dr. Briefs called. "Come, son. Let's start the engine shall we?"
Vegeta's eyes lit up when he hears they were finally going to do something worthwhile but was mildly shocked that Dr. Briefs called him 'son'. No one other than his father did, and he wasn't even the scientist's kin. Humans are too damn emotional sometimes.