I'm sorry it took so very long for me to update this story. I had a lot on my plate. In this Chapter I am attempting to dive a little into Bulmas mind, trying to decipher was might have drawn her to Vegeta, allowing her to overcome, see past and forgive his shitty attitude and actions.
Bulma sat on the bed dumbfound. Had Vegeta just dismissed her like she was a common whore?! How dare he! They had spent the past two days between his sheets and Bulma had to begrudgingly admit that she had enjoyed it. Immensely.
His abrasive attitude had gone from razor edge to fine sandpaper, fine but sandpaper nonetheless. There had been bouts of playfulness and flirtatious humor.
Yes, she had enjoyed herself. Enjoyed the feel of his body. Enjoyed the rare glimpse behind his stoic mask of arrogance and indifference. And judging by the sounds Vegeta had tried very hard not to make , but made nonetheless, she knew that he had enjoyed himself just as much.
Yes, he had made it abundantly clear that this was screwing and nothing more. But he had kissed, caressed and worshiped her body in a way that now, after it was apparently all said and done, gave him absolutely no right to act all high and might. He had acted and spoken to her as if he was dismissing a well paid slut after a night of money well earned.. or well spend.
Absolutely furious the blue haired woman threw the covers back and crossed the short distance to the bathroom in a few strides. She was a classy woman not a common whore and heaven help any fool who accused her, Bulma fucking Briefs, of being the latter.
The bathroom door swung open, loudly connecting with the wall behind it, but the raging female paid it no mind. Objects could be replaced. The hit her pride, self worth and her vanity had just taken could not.
The source of her anger was in the shower. Naked and covered in soapy suds. They made eye contact through the shower glass - which hadn't even had time to become foggy yet.
Perfectly manicured fingers curled around the handle of the shower door before ripping it open with wild and reckless furry.
"How dare you dismiss me like a whore Vegeta" the petite female roared at the Saiyan Prince with the fierceness of a Tiger on the hunt.
"Yes, we fucked - ... and don't you dare call me vulgar now - we fucked and you enjoyed it" she was so mad her chest was heaving now "So don't go around acting like you are better than me! I'm Bulma Briefs, the most gorgeous and brilliant woman alive, I am beneath nobody!"
She had really worked herself into a frenzy. Holding onto the shower door for dear life she struggled to calm her breathing. Her heart was hammering away in her chest. Throughout her anger induced tantrum she had managed to keep her gaze locked with that of her very naked, very attractive, houseguest. His gaze was cold, shut off, and most importantly unimpressed.
Shaking his head and continuing to rinse himself off Vegeta regarded her coolly for a moment longer, freezing any future words in her throat, before shutting of the water and stepping past her. He dried himself off in a mechanic military fashion, his muscles rippling underneath his sun-kissed skin.
"The GR is not in here woman. It's outside. You may clean yourself before returning to your duties of fixing it" he replied calmly. Discarding his towel into the hamper. "If the goal of this little excursion of yours was to get fucked again; I'm not interested."
The word fucked was spat like poison and only underlined by the bathroom door shutting behind him. Leaving her alone, and naked, in the shower.
Vegeta dressed in a hurry and left his room in pursuit of breakfast downstairs. While standing in the cold spray of the shower his wits had return to him and he had realized the grave mistake he had committed.
No bedding the female was not a mistake. Technically. The grave mistake was screwing her for two consecutive days during the peak of her cycle. He had literally turned tail when he had smelled her fertility and anger in the GR, going for a cold shower to not do what he had just done. Carelessly bedding a female, a non-saiyan female at that, spilling himself inside her repeatedly in a dazed lust induced by the siren song of female pheromones.
He had succumbed to the beast inside of him. Biology had beat him. Him. The Prince of all Saiyans.
Vegeta scoffed, he was truly pathetic. Like a teenager in his first heat. Never before in his life had Vegeta wanted to punch himself in his own dick.
He needed to get of this backwater planet. Now.
The mudball was making him weak. Was making him enjoy soft beds, regular meals and worst of all; interactions with her. And now it had escalated. He had soiled what little had remained of his once proud race by succumbing to one of his most instinctual needs. Like a common men. Assuredly his father was currently rolling in his grave, ready to greet him with one heck of a beating whenever Vegeta would arrive at the gates of Hell the next time.
Absorbed in his own thoughts the alien Prince ignored Bunny, who was happily flipping pancakes and chattering about meaningless things like he cared, or actually listened. He scarfed down his breakfast without really tasting it. Another unfortunate habit he had developed during his stay on this planet. Enjoying the taste of food. Basking in its rich flavor and eating with gusto. Maybe even developing an appreciation for Bunny's culinary talents. Maybe.
The sound of angry stomping, most doubtlessly, the Woman interrupted Vegeta's train of thought, bringing him back to reality. In a hurry, almost uncharacteristic of him, he ordered Bunny to have large portions of food prepared for a training Trip to the wilderness he was preparing for. Leaving this godforsaken place was more accurate but he was sure the ditz would not be able to identify this as confidential information and inadvertently tell the Woman. Which would most likely lead to drama, the kind she liked to watch on her silly Television box.
Freshly showered, but still as mad, Bulma appeared in the kitchen just in time to hear the patio door, leading towards the backyard, shut. Confirming her suspicion that Vegeta's plan of action for the future was simple. Avoidance.
To say that she was not slightly hurt by his abrasive behavior this morning would have been a lie. A small part of her had hoped that the good mood and light flirtatious moments they had shared in the past 48 hours would be able to transcend to some of their regular routine. While most of her friends still felt wary about her Saiyan house-guest the blue haired female had warmed up to him, and after the past events she was even sure that there was something, someone, inside Vegeta that was worth knowing, fostering, and caring for. Behind the mask of indifference was a smart man with a sharp tongue that was surprisingly observant. Picking up on small details one might even miss about oneself.
Much like the alien who had just left she took her breakfast without really tasting it, being to absorbed in her own world. Analyzing the events and his words from this morning, debating on whether she should risk incurring his wrath further by attempting to teach him a lesson and not fix the gravity room for another day or two.
Originally she had promised him to make the repairs as soon as the needed parts arrived, but after this morning's altercation she did not want to make him feel like he was in control. No man could treat her like that. Then again no man had every screwed her like that either. She wanted to fume and scream thinking about his last words, and moan and sob thinking about the way he hard caressed her body. Never in her life had she gotten a more confusing and mixed message.
She was a strong and independent Woman. Always in charge of every aspect of her life. If someone had asked her a few days ago if she would ever have it any other way she would have laughed in their face and called them insane. She was Bulma Briefs and the World was hers.
And then she had kissed this extraterrestrial being - after receiving the very clear advice to run - that snagged control right out of her hands and made her submit and yield to the wild and dangerous storm that was Vegeta.
Bulma swallowed thickly, realizing her train of thought, she liked Vegeta.
Not just his extraordinary body, or aristocratic face but his guarded ways that only hinted towards an ocean of adventure, excitement and misery buried deep within him. An ocean likely so deep that she might drown should she ever be able to lay eyes upon it. Something constricted inside her chest and Bulma had to set her mug of coffee down; What if she never discovered it? What if it forever remained this unseen secret, only existing in her scientific mind of hypothetical prospects?
Mind racing she left the Kitchen and headed for her Lab, she was going to fix to GR. She was a smart and beautiful woman, a woman in control. And she had finally found a challenge in her life that she had not even been fully aware that she had been missing. She could solve every problems using math, science, and logic. Build anything her mind could possibly dream up. Decipher any code and any Technology if she put her mental faculties to it, and people of this World bowed at her feet for it.
But not Vegeta. There was something so terribly mysterious and amazingly wicked about him that kept her guessing, drawing her in. He was everything she could never control.
And Bulma Briefs loved a good challenge.