A few days later, Bulma, Yamcha and Pual were sipping tea in the kitchen, chatting lightly about nonsense when all of a sudden BOOM, the walls of the building trembled and the sound of an explosion made them gasp in shock.
Yamcha: "What the..?". Bulma immediately jumped on her feet and started running towards the back garden of her house. She looked scared. She kept mumbling: "Oh no, Oh no!". Yamcha hurried after her: "Bulma! What happened?". The girl was talking to herself frenziedly: "The Gravity room! Vegeta! Oh no!". Yamcha protested: "That idiot!".
Bulma's fears were confirmed in a minute, when the glass doors to the back garden opened at her passage and she saw the remains of what had been the spaceship in which Vegeta had been living and training non stop since he returned to earth.
Dark, thick smoke and dust filled the air. She looked around anxiously, repeating in a low, raspy voice: "Where are you? Where are you? Where are you?". She moved quickly among the debris, looking for a sign of him.
Yamcha looked annoyed: "What an idiot!". The girl sounded hysterical: "Shut up and help me!". He snapped back with resentment: "Oh, he's not dead, don't worry. Your precious prince is okay!!".
Bulma couldn't even hear him, her ears were pounding, her mind was foggy, her hands searched around frantically. And then she heard a low cough. Her heart jumped. "There!".
She ran to the source of the sound and found him covered in heavy pieces of metal and electronic parts. She rushed the pieces away, moving quickly and carefully.
The warrior was in really terrible conditions. He was covered in dirt and blood and could barely breathe. A voice behind her called her name, talking fast: "Bulma, I brought a stretcher!". The blue haired woman turned around to see her father clicking on a capsule from which a stretcher appeared at once. "Thanks, dad! Help me get him on it!", but…"Get off me, woman! I'm fine!".
She turned to look at him and saw him gritting his teeth in pain, blood coming out from the side of his mouth. She furrowed her brows seriously: "Oh, shut up! You cannot even stand! I'm taking you inside!". He growled: "I said I don't need any help, get off!". Vegeta moved, trying to get up and out of her grip, but it was impossible, he fell back and lost consciousness.
Four days had passed and nothing had changed, he was still unconscious, apart from the nightmares he was clearly having. Goku had told her that the Senzu beans were far from being ready, so there was no choice but to wait. Bulma was restless.
She knew that Saiyan's bodies were built differently from humans and that he'd be on his feet soon, yet she couldn't help but worry. She let out a heavy, tired sigh and fell in the big armchair beside the bed. She'd been adamant on staying by his side since the accident.
She looked at him. He was covered in bandages and had a mask for oxygen, he looked pretty much wrecked. Oh, come on my prince, aren't you the toughest guy in the universe?
She observed him curiously, she'd never had the chance to look at him from this close. His features were a bit more relaxed than usual, though he looked in pain. She drank in every part of him, his nose, his eyebrows, his skin, his mouth. His mouth.
She found him gorgeous, even if he looked pissed even now, resting senseless. Why are you always so grumpy? There's no need to play the tough guy with me. Though I like it when you do… which is all the time. Oh gods, why do I like you so much? Fuck, I need to sleep more. My brain is wasted.
He stirred with a deep, low grunt, making her wince, but he was still sleeping.
In the first two days, she was sure he'd had nightmares. And bad ones too, because he kept sweating, shaking violently, a few times also screaming things in a language she didn't recognise, the sound muffled by the breather. The only thing she could do was to be by his side.
Bulma looked out of the window: it was a beautiful morning, the sun was up in the sky and everything was silent. She put herself in a more comfortable position in the armchair and hugged herself in her soft jumper. She was tired after having slept so little and so bad for the last few days, but she wouldn't give up on him. At least her father had brought her the armchair now.
She looked at him in silence. He looks so strong. Even now, covered in bandages and laying on the bed, he still looked powerful. She had been surrounded by strong men for most of her life, she was not new to this, even Yamcha was strong and muscular and handsome and even taller than him. But somehow, Vegeta was all another thing. He had a different strength. It was not just about muscles. He was determined, he was proud, he was ruthless, he had an energy inside that was attracting her like a moth to a flame. He was a real warrior.
She couldn't help but wonder about all that she didn't know about him. About his life before earth. What could he possibly have been through to become like this? Tell me your story, prince of all Saiyans. For now, you just shared little bits.
Without even noticing, lost in her thoughts, she had moved forward, leaning towards him, her head resting lazily on one hand, her elbow propped on the bed and her other hand on him, her fingers softly tracing one of the scars on his arm, wondering about the story behind it.
She yawned sleepily: "Are you okay prince of all Saiyans? You're making me worry!". Suddenly her phone started vibrating, she boggled out of her thoughts and hurried outside to answer.
Vegeta felt her ki leave the room and opened his eyes cautiously. He didn't know why, but he'd been pretending to sleep for one whole day now. He was so angry about everything, so broken by his defeat, so lost in his path that for the first time in his life he was honestly considering giving up. Prince of what? Prince of failures! Oh, fuck it all!
And he was so taken aback by her behavior that he preferred to just pretend he was still sleeping. It was easier for now, at least he wouldn't have to talk to her and then he was in too much pain anyway to do anything. I can't even face a weak earthling! I'm a dishonor to my race!
He'd never admit that it was nice to have her close, even if she made him terribly uneasy. He just couldn't understand her, why had she been by his side so consistently? What does she want? Why is she always so nice to me? What is she aiming at?
He heard her voice outside the room, muffled by the door left ajar, she seemed both sad and annoyed: "Oh, drop it, Yamcha! No, tonight's date is canceled… oh, come on… I can't leave him until he wakes up… no, I won't… okay… okay, I know you're mad at me… I get it… yeah, okay… fine. I have to go now, bye!".
Bulma didn't notice his eyes closing fast while she returned to her armchair, taking one deep, exhausted breath. The young woman started talking to him softly: "Oh, you better wake up quickly, my dear prince or my ass will go square sitting here. I can't wait for you to get back to training and breaking everything. Not one day has been boring since you came back here. I miss you, you know? And I miss our evenings in the garden… when it's just the two of us. I like it when you tell me stories about your adventures in space. I want to hear them all.". She misses me?
Bulma looked around cautiously, as if checking if someone was listening to her and lowered her voice: "I'll tell you a secret: I like it when you train and then walk around the garden all sweaty and tired… you're just so strong! Like a badass hero!". She giggled to herself, feeling silly for having said that aloud. Oh, you definitely need to sleep, Bulma Briefs!
She sat back in the big armchair, yawned, checked her phone for a few minutes, then fell asleep.
A hero? A hero?! I'm supposed to be the villain here! Tsk! A badass hero? He smirked. That sounds cool, though.
He opened his eyes cautiously when he heard a light snoring sound and he saw her sleeping, all curled up in that big armchair. She looked so tiny and beautiful. He never looked at her for too long usually, because she would always make some stupid, vulgar remark to embarrass him, but now that he could…
Her skin was pale and bright and looked terribly smooth and soft, her blue eyelashes were fluttering slightly in the sleep and her plump, pink lips… those lips did things to him in his mind that simply messed with his head. I want them on me.
He stared at her for a long moment, turning his head towards her, his mouth slightly agape. Why is she still here? For… me? Is this an earthling's thing? They help others? But why? Maybe she feels responsible because it was her spaceship? I don't get it.
"Oooh, you're awake Vegeta darling!". He turned his head quickly to the high pitched voice and a scorching pain crossed his head, making him grunt. Bulma jolted up immediately: "What?!".
It was Bulma's mother, entering the room with a tray full of food and a wonderful smile: "Oh, Vegeta dear, you must be starving, this was Bulma's breakfast but I'm sure she won't mind sharing. Oh, I'll go make more immediately!".
Bulma was already on her feet, checking on him, talking fast: "It hurts? Where? How do you feel? Are you hungry?". He grunted: "Shut up!". Her mother left the tray on the table and left the room quietly.
Bulma protested, her hands on her hips: "Shut up? Shut up?! I will not shut up, my dear prince, I want to know how you feel!". He muttered: "Keep talking all you want, I have to go now!" "What? Where?" "I have to train!". Bulma ordered: "Don't you move! The gravity room is gone, together with the spaceship, so you can take your time because we have not finished the new one yet." "How long will it take?". Bulma answered: "Not more than a week, maybe even less if I help dad.".
Vegeta looked confused: "Then why are you here? Go work now!". She mocked him: "Ooh, thank you Bulma for taking care of me while I was almost dead! Pfft. Okay, fine, I'll go in a minute, now that I know you're okay.".
Before exiting the room, she moved towards the table, asking gently: "Feel like eating?". He gave one nod and pulled himself up to sit, she put the tray in front of him and said in a small voice: "You made me worry!". He stared at her in silence, her eyes were so deep, so blue, so bright… he looked away. "Tch. I'm a Saiyan. That was nothing. I'm fine.".
She pretended to be bored: "I know, I know, you're the prince of all Saiyans and you're super-duper strong and blah blah blah.". She moved closer, raising a hand towards his forehead and he flinched. She blocked her hand in mid air while he asked: "What the hell are you doing?". Bulma was surprised: "Trying to check if you have a fever. I'll put my hand on your forehead to see if it's warm. I won't hurt you, I promise.". Her gentle hand rested on him and he looked away embarrassed. So soft and warm. And too damn close, I can even feel her warmth.
"Seems like you're really better after all." she said while breaking the contact. Finally, she exhaled heavily: "Well, I'll go work with dad now!". She headed outside, but stopped at the door, turned around and said in a low voice: "I'm… I'm very happy you're okay.". He looked at her but didn't answer.
The following morning, Bulma reached him again in the infirmary and smiled gently: "Hi! I hope you slept well.". I went out to train all night, but okay. Bulma continued: "The doctors said you can get back to normal life… However, as the spaceship is gone, you'll have to move into one of our guest rooms. I know you like your privacy, but it's the best solution, for now. Can you get dressed? I'll wait for you outside, so I can show you around.".
In a couple of minutes, he was outside. He was wearing Capsule Corp's clothing, some light gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt. When she saw him, Bulma's mouth opened a little. Holy crap! How fucking sexy can you be in some stupid training clothes? Her eyes scanned his body and she had to shake her head to get back on track. Vegeta looked at her, half concerned, half disgusted: "Hey, your nose is bleeding!". Bulma hurried to grab a tissue, all red in the face: "Sorry, sorry, it happens. Nothing to worry about!".
She guided him upstairs, the tissue still in her hand to pinch her nose, taking him to an area of the building that he'd never seen before. I hope he didn't notice me staring. Oh my gods, he looks fucking good in human clothes. And why the fuck is my nose bleeding?
She explained: "Okay, we're on the first floor, this is where my parents and I live… the elevator is in the middle and it divides the house in 2 parts… that one is my parent's and this one is mine, in the middle you can find the kitchen and the dining area. We have only one kitchen because mom's a great cook and I usually don't have time to cook, but everything else is separate. You'll stay in my area, so my mom won't give you the creeps.".
The living area was very different from the ground floor, here the pavements were made of hardwood and covered in soft carpets, the lighting was more delicate and there was a general feeling of warmth and coziness.
He followed her silently, listening to her instructions like a good soldier. She explained: "The kitchen is always at your disposal, the fridge is usually full, so you can serve yourself at any time, however meal times are quite rigid: mom makes breakfast at 7, lunch at 12.30 and dinner at 19, if you respect the hours, you'll eat wonderfully, trust me. Oh, you're obviously required to be kind and polite towards my parents.". Vegeta scoffed, but she continued sternly: "You're royalty, I'm sure you'll know how to behave with your hosts. And remember that if you're rude, mom will not cook for you, simple as that.".
After the kitchen, she showed him her living room. It was a big room, with a wall completely made of windows which gave access to the terrace and revealed a beautiful view of the garden; there were three large green couches and colorful, soft carpets, a very big black screen and a reading area with a huge library and a couple of armchairs.
She said politely: "Here you can relax as you prefer, one of these days I'll show you how the tv works, the stereo is over there and there are books but I'm not sure you can read them.". He confirmed: "No, I can understand most of what you say, I can speak it, but I cannot read or write.". She said politely: "I can teach you, if you want.". He was taken aback: "Teach me?". She shrugged: "Think about it.".
They walked down the corridor passing a few closed doors, Vegeta still following silently behind her. Bulma stopped, opened a door and entered a room mostly decorated with blue: "This will be your room, I hope you like it, there are three more there, but this one overlooks the garden and has a beautiful light, though I'm not sure you care. It's not huge, but it has everything. That is your bathroom.".
He looked around, the room was much, much bigger than any other room he'd ever slept in, except for his first years in the royal palace, and it looked way more comfortable than the spaceships and the floors he'd been using as beds for most of his life.
Bulma had a few more things to add: "That hole in the bathroom's wall is where you put dirty clothes, they go down to the laundry room and the following morning you'll find them clean and folded in this space here (she indicated a square space by the wardrobe), the bots in the basement will clean them. Every night around 4am bots will come out in the corridors, living room and kitchen to clean, try not to disturb them. Your room, bathroom and bed will be cleaned around 10 in the morning; if the timing is not fine for you, let me know so I can fix it, but I guess you'll be training at that time.". He nodded.
Bulma headed to the door, then turned around: "If you have any request, feel free to ask me, my room is at the end of the corridor. Oh, I almost forgot. I'm not sure what you like to wear apart from your armor and training suit, so I put comfortable clothes in your wardrobe, like the ones you're wearing and sport shoes, but if you prefer anything fancy, I can get that for you." "Fancy?" "Yeah, I mean… if you want to go out and explore the world maybe you want to be dressed differently, no idea on your style." "Style? These clothes are fine.". She smiled: "You look very good in them.".
The prince blushed furiously and she turned to the door, changing the subject: "T-The new gravity room will be ready in three days, maybe four. Any questions?". He said: "Yes, one.". She looked at him and he asked: "How do I know the time?". She looked at him for a moment, then inquired: "You mean you don't have a watch or you can't read the time?" "I don't have anything to measure time, I used the scouter. Here I use the sun.". She repeated his words, surprised: "The sun?". He nodded: "Sun up, train or fight, sun down eat and sleep.".
She took a digital alarm clock that was on his bedside table and asked gently: "Can you read the numbers?". He shook his head, so she left the room and came back a minute later with paper and a pencil. She wrote carefully three numbers and explained gently: "This is 7, it's when mom makes breakfast. This is 12.30, lunch time and this is 19, dinner time. Tonight I'll teach you properly.".
He nodded and blushed, both for having had to ask such a stupid question and for her proximity. Her smell is intoxicating. Her skin looks so smooth and soft and… I want… I have to touch her.
She headed to the corridor: "I'll see you at lunch, I suppose.". He stopped her: "I'll go out to train. I'll be at dinner… Uhm… thanks.". Her eyes smiled at him: "You're welcome. For dinner, be back before sunset, okay?". And she closed the door behind her.
He looked around, thrilled about starting to train again in the gravity room in a few days. In the meanwhile, a word kept popping up in his mind. A hero. He opened the window and flew out, for now he had to just train outside.
Bulma was in a great mood all day, she worked hard and they made great progress. They had already been working on a bigger gravity room for weeks, built directly inside the house, but now they were speeding up the project.
Her father asked: "How high do you want to set it? I wouldn't go above 500 for now, it seems dangerous. What do you think?". The young inventor checked the engine in silence, pondering intently: "I think you're right, but I'll ask him tonight, we have to help him as much as we can and we don't know how far he can go. Saiyans are weird.".
They worked until it was very late, coming out of the laboratory still talking fast with each other, both full of ideas and excitement, well aware that talking about work during meals was forbidden.
At dinner time, Vegeta was with them for the first time. Her mother made a great fuss of the thing, trying to be as kind as possible, but resulting a bit cringe, much to Vegeta's pain and Bulma's amusement.
Vegeta wanted to snap at her a couple of times, but Bulma watched him pointedly, trying to remind him wordlessly to be polite and he fell silent.
However, as soon as food was placed in front of him, he forgot about anything he ever wanted to complain about. Bulma's mother was evidently an extraordinary cook, as the smell coming from the plate was mouthwatering. The woman was right.
Not that he had great comparisons to make, as he'd always eaten meat simply cooked on fire or very bad meals prepared on the ships… or natives… Good stuff was only for Freeza and his favorites. And he surely wasn't one of them. He looked around. I'm sitting at the table with a family of earthlings… me… the great Vegeta… planets conqueror… this feels so unreal.
The smell was delicious, but when he looked at his plate, he saw something weird and he clearly looked perplexed. Bulma kindly explained: "This is pasta, with a special Italian recipe that my mom makes wonderfully. Taste it, it's good. Careful, it's hot.".
Vegeta sniffed it, then tasted it cautiously. It was softer than he expected, salty, creamy, spicy and with a rich flavor that he really liked. He emptied his plate in a minute, much to Panchy's delight as she re-filled his plate six times. For seconds, she had made some kind of meat and there he was more of an expert, even though the meat he'd cooked in his life had never tasted this good and had never been this tender or juicy.
Holy crap, this is fantastic. Food like this three times a day? I could get used to this.
After dinner, Bulma approached him while he was leaving to go to his room: "Vegeta. Hey, got a minute? I have a few questions.".
They sat on one of the couches and she took out her notebook: "Okay, how much gravity can you take?" "What?" "Well, we're setting the last fixes and we want to make it as challenging as we can, so you can get as strong as possible and don't get bored, but I need to ask you a few questions… feel up for it?". He nodded and listened to her asking again: "How much gravity did you reach before it exploded?". He said flatly: "Only 300.".
Bulma talked fast: "Well, that one could go up to 300 times earth's gravity, so you were at the limit, but it was a spaceship, so the risk was of it caving in… which it did… but this one… this one is much more resistant, we built it directly inside the second building, so we can push much farther… shall we try to make it until 500? I mean, not that you have to get that much all at once of course, but would it be good?".
The Saiyan's eyes lit up: "500? You can do that? Yes, of course yes.". She scribbled notes and kept asking: "Okay, what about drones? I have a few prototypes ready, but the real ones still need work, so… What do you want them to do? Attack you physically or with lasers or… I don't know, you tell me. Oh, and what size do you want them? And do you want them to look a specific way? (she lowered her voice to a conspiratory whisper) do you want them to look like Freeza or Goku?". He stared at her for a moment, then burst into a genuine laugh and she loved it. Oh my gods I made him laugh!
Vegeta seemed both interested and surprised at how technical her questions were, like she wanted to make something absolutely perfect for him. No one had ever done that. No one had ever asked what he wanted. No one had ever tried to adapt things to him. He'd always had to be the one to adapt to everything. All the time.
She's so kind and smart. And she's beautiful. Every single part of her is beautiful. Look at those hands, so small and flawless. Oh fuck, I want those hands on me.
On the other hand, Bulma really appreciated how specific he was in his requests, it made things easier and by the way he talked, she understood that he was used to really advanced technology.
After more than two hours, she got up, looking at her notes and thinking hard: "Okay, I think I have the information I need, I have a lot to do, thanks!". She left, completely absorbed in her thoughts.
He went to his room and fell asleep in seconds; he was smiling, but he didn't notice.
It was very early in the morning when he got out of bed. He put on the clothes she'd left for him. It was comfortable training clothes with Capsule Corp's logo on them. They were incredibly soft and cozy. It's not my battle suit, but it's not bad.
He headed to the kitchen to get some breakfast, Panchy was not even awake yet, so he opened a few cabinets until he found cookies. He took the whole pack and headed downstairs, munching on them. He heard some mechanical noises in the distance and decided to follow them.
He reached the end of the building and found there was a newly built corridor that led to a second building. This is new. They must have built it while I was knocked out. They're fast. He continued and found an enormous room with very high ceilings.
He entered and looked around, there were projects scattered on the floor and the noise of a welder. He followed it and saw Bulma laying on the ground, her face up, fixing something under a complicated engine. Why is she here so early? Did she even sleep at all?
She was wearing long overalls, a white t-shirt that was just too small and a big belt full of tools and was working intently. She came out and shrieked seeing him: "Shit! I didn't hear you!". He asked impatiently: "Is it ready?".
The woman smiled excitedly, her face smeared with something dark: "Three more days! Here, come see this!". She showed him around, proud of her new prototypes, hoping they were challenging enough for him. She explained everything in detail and he listened carefully, munching on his cookies.
He said: "I have to start now!". She blinked: "What?" "Kakarot is surely ahead of me right now, I have to catch up, there is no time!" "Yes, but…". He gritted his teeth: "Now!" "I said no! Three days!" "You don't understand! NOW!".
Bulma was getting angry: "Now you listen to me, you ungrateful idiot! I've been working my ass off every single day (she poked him in the chest with her index), I've made some fucking impossible things in some fucking impossible time and instead of thanking me, you just want more? You know what? Fuck you! Get the hell out of here and let me work! Find yourself someone else to bother!" "Hey! I…" but she didn't let him speak, she shouted: "GET OUT NOW!".
He didn't move, he would never let anyone order him around, especially an earthling with such ridiculous fighting power and angry eyes. Angry, blue, spectacular eyes. Those eyes. His breaths became shallow, a tingling feeling was spreading across his chest, he licked his lips and stepped forward. Angrier!
She repeated, annoyed: "I told you to get out of here! Go train somewhere else! Go blow up a couple of mountains! I don't care!". He got even closer and his voice was an angry, deep whisper: "Now you listen to me, woman: no one orders me around! No one. Get it?".
Bulma felt on the verge of angry tears: "I've been nothing but nice to you for months, helping you, taking care of you, working non stop to build this fucking gravity room. All for you. And you treat me like this? I've had enough. You know what? You do the work. I quit.".
She looked at him straight in the eyes, raised an eyebrow and unbuckled her belt. Her tools fell on the pavement, making a majestic sound in the total silence of the early hours of the day. She walked angrily towards the door with her chin up in the air and he panicked: "No! Wait! Wait! Woman!... B-Bulma!".
She stopped dead and turned around, approaching him slowly, still breathing angrily: "That's better. Now… Anything else you'd like to tell me, dear prince?". She was too close now, her nose inches from his, her eyes bravely piercing him, like trying to read his mind. Your smell confuses me, woman. And that makes me angry. And not just angry.
He said through gritted teeth: "I'm not going to apologize to you.". Bulma smiled: "I don't want apologies. I want something more from you, my prince.". He swallowed. She continued: "I want respect.". He protested: "I do respect you.". Bulma laughed: "Don't you make me laugh! You don't." "I've not even killed you!" "That's because you need me.". He scoffed: "I don't need you.".
Bulma pointed a finger in his chest: "Now open your ears, you little shit. First, now that we know you know my name, I will not answer anything you say unless you use it. Second: let-me-work! Third: get the fuck out and don't come back or I swear I'll burn this fucking place down with my own hands!".
Vegeta looked at her intensely for a few moments, breathing hard, flushed in the face, then gave an angry, loud growl and flew away in a whoosh, with such energy that Bulma fell back on the ground, the last few cookies scattered around her.
Bulma got up, feeling triumphant, sure she'd finally made her point. Little did she know he'd flown away just to hide a raging erection.
What the fuck is wrong with me? Why did I even treat her like that? She's not even sleeping enough to make that gravity room! Why did I want to make her angry? Why did I just want to push her on the ground and just fuck her until she screamed my name? I want her to want me. I want her to rip my clothes off. Yes, I want her to get angry, to yell at me. But why? What's broken in me? I am the great Vegeta and sex is a distraction I cannot afford, especially now. This fucking planet is killing me.
Vegeta was fuming. Instead of getting stronger, this damned planet was making him weaker. He trained harder than ever that day, trying to let out all of the energy and anger that had built up in him and he made everything explode around himself for hours, screaming to the top of his lungs in frustration.
When he arrived home exhausted, the sky was already dark. He took a quick shower, put on some clean clothes and headed to the empty kitchen to find something to eat.
Bulma was already preparing for bed, with yoga pants and a tank top, but when she heard him, she reached him quickly as she had prepared another couple of things to yell at him.
Yet, when she entered the kitchen, he had his back turned to her and she gasped, making him turn around: "Now what?". Her voice was worried: "Vegeta! Your t-shirt is red with blood! What happened? Let me check!". His voice was bored: "I trained. It's normal.".
Bulma was already fussing behind him, raising his t-shirt to check: "Normal? This is not normal.". "It's normal for me." he said pulling his t-shirt back down: "Now let me eat.".
Bulma disappeared and he thought he'd won the battle, he sat down heavily and wanted to eat but she was back in a flash with an emergency kit, already protesting: "I'll fix your back and… no, you can't eat that cold! Here, give it to me, I'll heat it up for you.".
Vegeta sat quietly and let her take the food he'd chosen from the fridge, he really did prefer it warm. He watched her while she moved quickly around the kitchen, putting his dinner in the microwave and pushing buttons expertly. He looked to try and learn, but his eyes fell lower, on her butt. What is she wearing? It's like she's naked… her ass is so round and… does she do this on purpose?
She exhaled: "Now, the food will be ready in 5 minutes, take that t-shirt off and let me take a look.". Vegeta wanted to protest, but at the same time he didn't. If he'd protest, she'd get angry and maybe he'd get excited again and he absolutely didn't want to deal with that at that moment.
He got up from his chair, looked at her fixedly, annoyed, then silently took off his t-shirt and turned to show her his back. Bulma flared red and hot in a second. Oh dear gods, I'm fainting! Holy fuck do that again! She already knew this scene was now burnt forever in her eyes. Damn Saiyan. I'm breaking up with Yamcha first thing tomorrow morning.
She had to close her eyes and take a couple of deep breaths to steady her heart. Her hand hesitated for a moment, then she touched him softly. Oh gods, I love his back. Both hearts raced, but she only said: "I- I'll disinfect this, give me a minute.". Why did your ki spark right now, woman? Why are you angry?
She worked silently, patting him lightly with cotton and a strange liquid that burnt, but he didn't budge. She applied some stitches, then took out some bandages.
He asked: "Is that necessary?" "Yes it is, or the stitches might move while you sleep. And try to keep the bandages on at least tomorrow. Now, please raise your arms, so I can do this easily.". He pointed his arms out, muttering something under his breath. Do not get too close, woman. It will be trouble.
To make the bandages turn around his chest, she had to almost embrace him from behind a couple of times. His chest was so broad that both times her nose and mouth brushed against his back and she felt like falling. Oh my goodness, why does his skin smell so good? I want this man so much! I want to kiss him, to lick him, to-
DING! The microwave saved them from Bulma's combustion, she quickly cleared her voice and opened the microwave.
Vegeta put on his t-shirt quickly and was already sitting. Please give me food so I can focus on something else and maybe I can make this hell of an erection go away.
Bulma sat in front of him and looked at him: "Don't you feel the pain?" "Mmh?" "I mean, doesn't that hurt?" "My back? No." "What are you made of? It's incredible. I'd be in bed crying with those bruises and cuts. Admirable, really.".
He snickered: "You'd be dead.". She huffed: "Probably yes. I really don't get if it's a Saiyan thing or if it's just your determination. Yeah, it must be in your blood, you also heal faster." "Then why do you keep bothering me with stitches and bandages?".
Bulma looked at him for a long moment, then smiled gently: "Does that really bother you?". He was taken aback by her question, he cleared his throat uncomfortably and she said with a soft voice: "We all deserve to have people taking care of us. Maybe you're not used to this? (He shrugged) Well, that was cruel. You deserve it, also for all the commitment you're putting in this. As long as you're here, I promise I'll take care of you.". Vegeta looked at her for a long moment, then returned to his food and kept quiet.
I deserve it? You'll take care of me?
Bulma looked sad. Who would ever feel like they don't even deserve to be taken care of?
She got up, put a gentle hand on his shoulder, squeezed a bit and said: "Goodnight, Vegeta.".
Goodnight, Bulma.
Vegeta lay in bed wide awake.
What is going on? Why am I always nervous or even horny when she's around? What's wrong with me? I've never been out of control. I'm a master of controlling myself.
The warrior was right. He'd never indulged in physical desire. He'd always known that it meant trouble. Not that there were many chances in Freeza's army. But he knew that that was for the weaks. He could control himself. He'd always prided himself in his total control of his mind and body.
Until he met Bulma.
Bulma was all another thing, she was kind, smart, interesting, feisty, fierce, stubborn, fearless and thousands more things that he couldn't think of at the moment.
She had awoken something in him that he didn't even know was there. And she was beautiful, so beautiful that he often had to look away, because just like staring at the sun for too long, her image would get burnt in his eyes and he was sure he would lose himself in her. Beautiful.
Her colors were amazing, all so blue and delicate and flawless, he'd never seen eyes like hers, so full of energy and life… and her moonlight white body simply made him shiver. I want her.
She made him feel amazing things, things he'd never expected to ever feel. Like the way his brain lost connection to reality for a few seconds every single time she smiled at him. Or when her face reddened in anger every time he told her he'd broken something and he imagined her under him, red for pleasure and panting his name. She made his body burn with a single touch. Bulma.
It was like a completely new type of enemy and he didn't know how to attack, unable to even tell if he wanted to win or lose. He'd never trained for this.
Bulma was the exact opposite of all the life he'd had before landing on Earth, this was completely new territory.
She confused him, she made him blush, him, the fiercest of all warriors! She made him want to be gentle and kind to please her. And he didn't even hate it. She was a puzzle and made his heart beat faster than ever. She's amazing. She has to be mine.
It was like her whole being was a poison to him, but the sole remedy was still her.
Vegeta rolled in his bed all night, unable to shake her out of his head.
Bulma.