This is a shorter chapter, i am currently struggling with the set-up, later chapters a written out but I am in the process of figuring out the "how to get there" chapters... let me know how you like it :)
She had followed her mother, who was carrying the laundry basket, up the stairs. Completely engulfed in their conversation she hadn't even noticed that they had entered Vegeta's room. Her mother was putting away his freshly washed workout cloth, only when the phone rang downstairs and her mother hurried from the room and down the hallway, did she realize where she was.
Huffing in frustration Bulma looked around and considered leaving the room, but her eyes fell on the laundry basket and the remaining cloth inside of it. She decided to put them away before returning downstairs to rejoin her mother - with the empty basket. It had been nearly 2 month since her encounter with Vegeta in the Lab. He had taken off the next day without as much as a word to her. It was her father who later informed her that he had taken a ship to space - for training. The temperamental alien had returned yesterday. In bad shape. To Bulma's great displeasure he was even more devastatingly handsome as before. Having grown even stronger and leaner, if that was even possible. Over dinner he had avoided all contact not pertaining to food and made it clear that he wanted to be left alone.
As she was neatly tucking away his last shirt her eyes fell on something in the corner of his closet and her jaw went slack. Sitting in that very corner, hidden away from direct view, was the armour she had made month ago. The armour he had refused. It had been neatly tucked away, and Bulma couldn't help but snort in disbelief that she had never noticed that the large black box, still sitting in her office, must be empty. Sneaky bastard
A sense of pride spread in her chest at the realization that Vegeta had - to her face - outright refused the gift, changed the subject, aggravated and taunted her. But apparently had snuck back into her office at some point during the last few month and taken it after all. Shaking her head in unbelief that she had never even considered this, course of action. It had Vegeta written all over it. She turned towards the door, ready to leave and double check the black box in her office - just to make sure she deserved to be grinning like an idiot. As far as she remembered he did not have another when he had arrived on earth.
Not even halfway through the closet doors she froze. There was Vegeta leaning against the frame of his bedroom door. Watching her intently with suspicion in his dark eyes.
"Does it fit?" the words were out of her mouth before she had fully recovered from the shock that he had been watching her. Forgotten were the past few month of vicious verbal fights and the following long month of absolute silence when he had left for space. The scientist inside of her was hungry for answers. Wanting feedback to improve and test her creation. Did it fit? Had he tested it? Was it light enough?
"I told you not to enter my sleeping quarters without my permission" his voice was low and cold. He seemed to actually be angry.
"Kami Vegeta you don't sleep in the closet, do you? Now tell me,does it fit?"
Arms crossed over his chest he regarded her with a dark gaze. His scowl only deepened, his eyebrows drawn together tightly. He didn't answer her and the room fell silent. Bulma stood her ground. Determined that she was going to find out what exactly his damn deal was. Because Kami he was hot, all dark muscles and power and bronze skin. He was a god among men. And there was a heat pooling between her legs. It had been too long, and it wasn't her fault that her alien house-guest was basically sex on a stick, right?
"You stole it from my Lab, that's technically breaking and entering, so you are not one to complain about me being in here putting your cloth away and finding the evidence" she finally said, trying to bait him.
"I didn't break anything, your lab was unlocked, I just entered. Maybe you should be more concerned about security" a dark smirk tugging on the corner of his mouth. He was mocking her.
"Still, I told you not to enter my Lab without my permission" she grinned and echoed his earlier words in a teasing tone watching his dark eyes beginning to glow with predatory excitement.
Vegeta pushed of the door frame, his gazed fixed on her as he slowly walked across the room. The scent of her arousal surrounding her like a cloud. Her heart was hammering in her chest and she briefly wondered if he could hear it. Leaning into her personal space with his eyes still fixed on her, he curled his lip and bared his bright white canines, heat radiating of his body in pulsating waves; making Bulma's throat dry and knees weak.
"I could kill you for your insolence" his smooth dark voice a whisper, but lacking harshness and seriousness.
He was taunting her.
Glad that the awkward situation that had aspired in her lab late at night a few month ago was now obviously officially in the past Bulma couldn't help but grin. Challenge accepted. She was just about to shoot her comeback at him and take their little verbal banter into overdrive when her mother called from down the hallway
"Oh, Hunni! That was your Aunt you won't believe what has happened.." her high pitched happy voice cutting through the thick tension between the two stubborn individuals.
Bulma blinked in surprise, startled by her mother's voice and before she could fully return her attention to Vegeta he was gone. Vanished.
Most likely out the Balcony doors and into the safety of the Gravity room she assumed.
He had bolted the second her heard the woman's mother come down the hallway. Her first words had reached his ears and he had taken it as his cue and disappeared from the woman's side through the sliding door of his balcony.
He had been saved by the bell. Or Bunni in this case.
Once again he had underestimated the effects the close proximity to the woman had on him. He had seen the playful flicker in her eyes and the smile that had been forming on her lips when she had understood his verbal challenge. And once again there had been that weird pull inside of him. He could not categorize it. Could not name it. Could not push it away. Could not train passed it. Could not extinguish it by avoiding the blue-haired wench. His trip into space had not helped him in erasing her from his mind and last night after his arrival at Capsule Corp he had actually found himself entertaining the thought that maybe the only way to extinguish her from his mind was to indulge. Once. Just once.
Just to see if she was truly as soft as her skin looked, as he remembered it. Just to see if the noises she would make would be, could be, as soft and enticing as her. Just to see what her cheeks looked like flushed from pleasure instead embarrassment. Once. Just once.
But at this very moment he was thankful for Bunni's oblivious nature and personality because he had been only a heartbeat away from doing something insane. Like reach out and touch the woman.