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On a drizzly day in September a blue haired woman in her early thirties sprinted across the lawn of Capsule Corporation, the world renowned company responsible for an invention that changed transportation technology forever. Meet Bulma Briefs, the daughter of its founder: Gifted scientist, brainy badass, stubborn hot-head and spoiled rotten with a luxurious lifestyle residing at the lavish headquarters. She was on her way towards the grounded spherical spaceship currently serving as a training room for her alien houseguest. Meet Vegeta, Prince of all (two) Saiyans: Gifted warrior, brainy tactician, stubborn hot-head and notoriously arrogant with an unhealthy compulsion to be the strongest.

The warmth of summer had made way for the chilly breezes of autumn. Bulma hugged her lab coat around her body and expelled a sling of incoherent curses at the depressing weather. Her mood was already foul and the current humidity only added insult to her injury. She walked up the ramp of her destination and reached out for the control panel next to the door to turn off the enhanced gravity simulation Vegeta uses for his resistance training. *Beep beep* Greeted by an unexpected error, she frowned. Huh? Sir-Trains-A-Lot doesn't have the gravity engaged? That's a first. Her face lit up. Perfect! Saves me the trouble of overriding it. I'm not in the mood for one of his tantrums anyway. Bulma knocked... no response, so with a shrug she let herself in. To her surprise, the room was empty. Weird. He was definitely in here when I checked the camera earlier. Maybe he's taking a break? If he even knows what that is. The scientist cleared her throat to announce her arrival, just to be sure. "Hey Vegeta! Are you in there?" Silence. "I'm here for the weekly maintenance!" More silence. "Whatever, let's get this over with so I can grab some hot cocoa, my private cookie jar and the racy book I never get around to finish. Kami knows I need all of those things."

Bulma closed the door behind her and walked over to the control unit in the center. She checked the status and initiated the maintenance sequence, impatiently tapping her fingernails on the console as she waited for the scan to complete. "Slow piece of junk." A few minutes later the machine signaled its verdict to her. "Three errors, one critical. Great! There goes my afternoon." She opened the storage panel with a groan, grabbed her tools and got to work.

While tinkering with one of the fuse boxes on the wall, Bulma's mind began to wander and boarded the train to Worrytown. Presenting her with a wide arrange of reasons to feel stressed, anxious, frustrated and pissed off. She wiped her forehead with a huff. Feeling she deserved a moment to blow off some steam within the privacy of the ship, she cleared her throat and allowed her thoughts to take the reins as she started venting into the empty space.

"What's the big deal? Why is everyone such an idiot!? They should have just listened to me and destroyed dr. Gero's lab, but noooo. They prefer to fight death rather than prevent it!" She continued in a mocking voice. "Look at us! We are brave muscly men and we like punching stuff! PUNCH STUFF MY ASS! Stupid, useless men. Stupid, useless androids! They're going to KILL ME!" Stomping her foot on the reinforced floor, she connected some wires. "Now all of my friends are busy training ALL THE FUCKING TIME while I have to provide toys for the INSUFFERABLY HOT alien living under MY ROOF who is permanently stuck in BITCH MODE and is unfamiliar with the concept of CHILL. To make matters worse, Yamcha turned out to be an absolute DOLT. AGAIN. And here I am, young and beautiful, wasting the final years of my life slaving away in the lab all day feeling LONELY, HORNY, ANXIOUS AND TERRIBLY FUCKING POWERLESS!" She banged her screwdriver on the wall next to the circuit board she was working on, accidentally dropping it in the process. Growling at the disobedient tool, she picked it back up and hurled it at the wall on the other side of the room with a shriek. Exasperation overtook her. Bulma grabbed her head and roared. In a fit of blind rage, she slammed her fist into the solid steel case of the fuse box. "OUCH! STUPID KAMIDAMNED BOX!" Rubbing her sore knuckles with her good hand, she flipped off the offensive piece of machinery with the other. "FUCK IT ALL!"

The fuming bluenette turned around and released a big sigh. "Glad I got that out of my system. I'm definitely going to need a cigarette with my hot cocoa after this." She walked across the room to collect her screwdriver and resumed her work on the repairs.

Fifteen minutes later, all the errors were fixed and Bulma rebooted the system. As the slow piece of junk did its business, she checked out her aching hand. That's one nasty scratch. Guess I better rinse that. She made her way over to the hatch leading to the unused living quarters in the basement and rode the small elevator platform down. She stopped in her tracks as she flipped on the lights, blinking in surprise at the sight in front of her. "Vegeta?" No response. Typical. Something seemed off though, so she looked him over carefully. The alien prince was sitting hunched over on the long side of the small single bed with his back against the wall. His knees were hugged to his chest and his forehead rested on top of them. He was barefooted, clad in just a pair of long, snug exercise pants. "Vegeta?" Bulma repeated. Again, no answer. Suspicious and slightly insulted, Bulma sat down on the edge of the bed in front of him. "Hey buddy, are you ok? Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine, just taking a break." Vegeta turned his head to the side.

Bulma caught a glimpse of his face. "Taking a break with red eyes and wet cheeks?"

"None of your business."

"Probably not."

"From what I heard you have enough shit to deal with, so leave me alone."

Bulma swallowed, recalling some of the things she had shared with the presumed privacy of the ship. "You heard me huh?"

"Of course, you're very loud."

Shaking her head at the stubborn prince, the scientist got up. She ditched her lab coat on the floor, leaving her in a pair of jeans and a snug red tube top, before she walked over to the small bathroom to clean her wound. "OWIE! Stupid scratch."

Vegeta sat up straight and rested his lower arms on top of his knees. Listening as she expelled some more profanities while she took care of her 'injury'. Pathetic. Did she change her hairstyle again? Weird woman.

Bulma reappeared a few minutes later. "Sorry about that and about earlier as well. I really had to let myself go for a bit. Mind if I join you? I could use some company and by the looks of it, you do as well."

"Don't be absurd, I don't need your 'company'." He curled his upper lip, seemingly revolted by her suggestion.

"Tough luck, Vegeta. I feel lonely and you're my best option for camaraderie I'm afraid. Or did you think my grumpy houseguest was on top of my list of favorite people to hang out with?" Bulma grabbed two soda's from the small fridge in the corner and joined him on the bed, settling with her back against the wall a few centimeters away from the half-naked saiyan.

Vegeta flinched when she poked him with a cold piece of metal. He lifted an eyebrow at her boldness, but didn't accept the drink.

Bulma rolled her eyes and put the can down next to her. "Your loss, tough guy."

"Tch." Resting his head back down on top of his knees, the warrior released a shaky breath.

They both sat in silence while Bulma slowly emptied her soda, absently sloshing her beverage in its can. She attempted to stir up a conversation again. "So you overheard my gripes huh?" He remained hunched over, pretending not to hear her. Stubborn ass. "Mind sharing yours, Vegeta?"

"Yes, I do."

"Oh come on! I give you a place to stay, enough food to sustain your freaky alien appetite and a whole gravity room to train in. The least you can do for me is talk to me when I ask you to, your highness!"

He huffed at the rude use of his title. "If I heard you correctly, you're afraid of dying when the androids come. I can just leave this planet and let them use you for target practice when they show up. I won't lose any sleep over it." He lifted his head slightly and glanced at her from the corners of his eyes. "So the least you can do for me is leave me the fuck alone when I ask you to, meddlesome woman."

Bulma gave a nonchalant shrug. "Wow, impressive. Well, it would be if it weren't for the fact that you would need me to get that spaceship, bud. I disabled the start-up sequence so you can't just steal it again." She smirked at him. "Also, would you really let a hottie like me die? That would be a waste, wouldn't it?"

Vegeta scoffed, adamantly ignoring her aggravating questions.

The scientist took another swig of her drink before placing the empty can down next to its untouched clone. She returned her gaze to Vegeta. The saiyan's posture was uncharacteristically slumped. His eyes were red and his cheeks still a bit flushed. He looks defeated and has been crying. A lot by the looks of it. Poor guy. I can't imagine the frustration he must feel. Shame he's such a stubborn prick. He wouldn't be so miserable and lonely if he wasn't. I guess we have something in common after all. She released an audible sigh.

"What is it now?" He snapped in annoyance.

"I guess we're both a bit lonely huh?"

He rolled his eyes. "I'm not lonely."

"Then why were you crying?"

With an exasperated groan, Vegeta brought his palms to his eyes and rubbed them. Persistent woman. His thoughts flowed back to what he was thinking about prior to her outburst in the training room. Super saiyan. Why couldn't he do what Kakarot did with so little effort? He is much stronger in his base form now than Kakarot was on Namek. Why hadn't he transformed yet? Is there some sort of trigger? Maybe he isn't gifted enough? Maybe super saiyan only comes for a few selected individuals and he wasn't one of them? That can't be it! He's an elite, the very best! If a low class moron can do it, so can he. So why hasn't it happened yet? Tears pooled in the corners of his eyes, he sobbed. Bulma instantly shifted her attention from her nails to the sniffing warrior next to her. Oh dear…

The prince balled his fist and slammed it down onto the bed. "DAMN IT ALL!" He looked up towards the ceiling. "It's not fair! None of this is. It shouldn't be this way!" Inhaling deeply, he gazed at his palms. "FIRST I die by Frieza's hands. THEN I'm mocked by Kakarot who managed to defeat the fiend, which was MY destiny. THEN a random young super saiyan shows up out of nowhere and destroys Frieza and his father LIKE THEY'RE NOTHING. Apparently that blasted brat is FROM THE FUTURE and seems to know everyone here. Even though he refuses to reveal his identity, he still proceeds to warn you idiots about a new threat from the goodness of his bleeding heart! Only to disappear without an explanation!" His fist connected with the mattress again. "Now I'm here. I have been training for a WHOLE FUCKING YEAR trying to ascend and claim MY birthright without ANY results!" He turned to face the prying woman. "How could all of this happen? It's impossible!" He sniffed. Powerless to stop them, tears flowed from Vegeta's eyes, wetting his cheeks. "I should be the strongest of my race by default! Not some low class clown or mysterious teenager! I'm the prince, a prodigy! That foolish boy didn't even look like a saiyan!" He wiped his face with his arm and punched the bed again, causing the flimsy mattress to squeak and nearly tear.

Taken aback by the unbridled intensity of his words, Bulma was unsure how to respond. But before she even got the chance, Vegeta pointed a finger at her and continued. "And YOU. You're sitting here having pity on me. Claiming I owe you something or need your company. Trying to understand me. Well let me tell you, you understand nothing, Earthling. I don't want your pity, I don't want your company and I certainly don't owe you anything!"

Vegeta wiped his face again and forcefully released an exhale, trying to calm himself down. It was a bit embarrassing venting his emotions to the nosy scientist, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel better as a result. Stupid woman and her incessant meddling. Resting his head back against the wall, he crossed his arms. Glancing sideways at Bulma with disdain clearly present in his bloodshot eyes.

Stupefied and a little uncomfortable after listening to the saiyan displaying his uncensored emotions to her, Bulma dropped her gaze to the bed. Admittedly she did ask for it, but, as usual, she got more than she bargained for. She genuinely felt bad for Vegeta and, despite him claiming otherwise, empathized with his frustrations. Unwilling to just leave him here without offering him some sort of consolation, she contemplated the best way to comfort the distrustful man. She scooched a little closer and carefully placed her hand on his bare shoulder. Half expecting him to pull back or shrug it off, she was pleasantly surprised when he stayed still. She solidified her grip and began stroking his delta with her thumb, gently breaking the silence in a calm voice. "What do you want, Vegeta?"

His jaw softened. "What do you mean?" He grumbled. Suspicious of her intentions, he eyed her warily.

"You just summed up a whole lot of things you don't want, but what do you want?"

Vegeta scoffed. "Isn't it obvious? Become a super saiyan of course. I don't care about anything else."

Bulma traced her hand to the back of his neck, kneading his tense muscles and inviting them to relax. "Yes, I know that, but what do you want other than becoming a super saiyan? The transformation will come to you eventually, I'm certain of that."

Genuinely surprised by her doubtless statement, his eyebrows rose involuntarily and some of the stress melted away from his features. He shifted a little before he mumbled. "I want to kill Kakarot."

"I bet you do." The powerful man leaned into her touch, seemingly enjoying it and silently requesting her to continue. She smiled at his unexpected leniency. Even tough guys need a hug from time to time. Suddenly, an idea popped up in her head. "Deny it all you want, Vegeta, but I still think you're lonely and could use a friend for support. Should I buy you a cat?"

"What?"

"A cat. You know? An animal, just like the one that my dad keeps around."

"Why?"

"You could share your feelings with it. It won't judge you or talk back and most of them like cuddling. Seems to me it would be a perfect match for you!"

"If you get me such a creature I will kill it and eat it."

"Hey! Urg, nevermind." She rolled her eyes. Should have seen that coming.

Bulma continued to massage his neck in silence. Her ministrations appeared to be effective as the saiyan prince was now fully slouched against the wall. His arms hadn't moved, but he had widened his knees and crossed his shins loosely in front of him. His eyes were closed and his face visibly relaxed. I guess I wasn't the only one who needed to vent their frustrations. Seizing the opportunity to study the alien man up close at her leisure, she leaned in towards him, truly taking in his features for the first time since she invited him to stay at her home. She had seen him knocked out in the medical wing after he blew up the ship some time ago, however, he was restless back then and stubbornly wore his signature scowl the whole time.

The scientist traced her hand higher to scratch the back of his head and allowed her gaze to wander over his exposed body. The saiyan prince is quite short, no taller than herself, which is startlingly adorable when combined with his haughty nature and aggressive disposition. His gravity-defying alien hair feels uncharacteristically soft to the touch. Running her fingers through it, she snickered silently as her mind conjured up various creative ways to 'decorate' it. Her eyes continue their journey roaming his physique. His slender frame meticulously accentuates every skillfully trained muscle as they contract and relax under his tanned skin. Skin embellished with scars of various shapes and sizes everywhere her eyes are allowed to see, souvenirs from his violent, battle-filled life. A youthful complexion graces his surprisingly flawless face, making him look years younger than she knows he actually is. Unfair. Vegeta shares his piercing black eyes and defined eyebrows with Goku, but, unlike his fellow saiyan, he has a sharp nose with a slightly upturned tip, complementing his snobby, princely attitude perfectly. Also like Goku, he appears to have very little facial and body hair, surprising given their race's ability to turn into a giant, fluffy chimp. Bulma smiled as she gazed at his thin, symmetric lips and couldn't stifle her giggle when they reminded her of something.

Vegeta cracked one eye open to investigate. "Hm?"

"I just remembered a dream I had about a year ago."

He closed his eye again in disinterest.

More giggling. "It was a dream about you."

"I don't care." He lied.

"Too bad, I'm going to tell you anyway." She lowered her hand to caress him in between his shoulder blades. "I had this dream right before you returned after your search for Goku in outer space. I dreamed that when you came back, you were really nice to me."

"How absurd."

"We kissed."

That provoked him to open both of his eyes and glare at her in astonishment. "What!?"

"You were really good at it too."

"You vulgar creature!" He sat up, grabbed her wrist and removed her hand from his back.

"So tell me, Prince Vegeta, are you a good kisser?" She cocked her eyebrow and shot him a seductive smile.

His cheeks turned red again, but not caused by crying this time. "Do you have a death wish?"

She laughed. "Wow, is it that bad?"

Fiercely blushing, he growled at her in warning.

Gosh, I was right, he really is kinda cute! Sensing this was as far as she could go, she backed off a little. "Relax, Vegeta, I was just teasing you."

Vegeta slumped back against the wall and re-crossed his arms. "I'm not on this planet for that." He spat.

Bulma blinked in surprise and subconsciously licked her upper lip. "What do you mean?" Interesting.

"Nevermind." He turned his head away from her, indicating that this conversation was over.

The bluenette took the hint and didn't press the subject any further. "Anyway, the gravity machine is up and running again. I'm going to leave you to it and enjoy what's left of my afternoon on my own. Thanks for listening to my gripes and thanks for sharing yours as well." Flashing him a genuine smile, she got up from the bed. Vegeta stared at her with a blank expression. Bulma sighed and shook her head. "You're impossible." She cleaned up the cans and collected her lab coat from the floor. Riding the elevator back up, she made her way over to the living room in the main compound. Ready to enjoy her hot cocoa, cookies and steamy book. The necessary cigarette miraculously forgotten.

Vegeta remained on the bed for a few more minutes, enjoying the brief respite from the frustration that usually clouds his mind. A salacious grin formed on his lips as he reflected on the interaction he just had with his blue-haired hostess. "Brave woman. Nice pair of tits too." Chuckling mischievously at his own thoughts, he got off the bed and made his way back to the gravity room. Ready to resume his training with renewed vigor.

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A few weeks later...

Vegeta walked into the kitchen sporting his classic pair of long blue exercise pants with a fresh gray hoodie on top. Requiring lunch, he opened the fridge, grabbed a plate and piled anything on it that looked edible. He wasn't very picky when it came to food, but did enjoy most of the things Earthlings considered nourishment. It surely beat dining on roasted locals, poached wildlife or whatever chow was available on Frieza's bases.

It was a cool, but sunny day in October. Vegeta wasn't bothered by the cold and could use some fresh air, so once he finished collecting his midday meal he made his way over to the large balcony adjacent to the kitchen. What did bother him however, was the sight that greeted him when he opened the door. Great, she's here with that weak moron. Slightly annoyed that he wasn't going to have lunch in solitude, Vegeta put his plate down on the far end of the large table. He took a seat and dug in, pretending the two babbling humans weren't there.

The saiyan prince had been around continuously for well over a year now and both Bulma and Yamcha were used to his presence, although the latter somewhat reluctantly. Experience taught them it was best to ignore the ill-tempered alien as much as possible as any small talk with the grumpy man only led to yelling and in the case of the males, eventually one goading the other into a fight.

"Glad to hear you're doing well for yourself, Yamcha." Bulma said as she took a sip from her coffee. "That contract won't do you any good though if we all die in two years."

"I know, Bulma, but I can't contribute much to the upcoming fight anyway. I still train of course, but there's no way I can keep up with the likes of Goku or Piccolo. Hell, even Gohan would beat the snot out of me and he's only nine!"

Vegeta snorted. Damn right.

"The least I can do is set myself up for a comfortable life after we beat those androids." Folding his arms behind his head, he lifted his gaze towards the sky. "I mean, think about it. Unlike in the future that kid was from, we are prepared." He flashed Bulma a toothy smile. "We'll be fine!"

She shrugged. "I hope you're right."

"No need to be all doom and gloom about it. It doesn't suit you, B."

Bulma frowned at her coffee, regretting bringing up the subject of their impending doom. She craved lighthearted small-talk, not another ride on the stress-express. Her parents were away on a month-long holiday so she had nobody to talk to during the day. Her 'conversation' with Vegeta in the ship's basement turned out to be a one-time occurrence and her romance with her current visitor ended months ago. A melancholic sigh escaped her lips as she thought back on her long term relationship with Yamcha. Their dynamic was passionate but fundamentally fickle and mainly consisted of them fighting and making up again. They had few things in common and lacked a certain deep connection which eventually led to her decision to end things between them permanently. They separated as good friends though and still spend time together regularly. Right now Bulma needed a friend, which is why she had invited him over for lunch.

Still attuned to his ex-girlfriend, Yamcha picked up on Bulma's silent request to change the subject. With a playful grin on his face, he introduced a different one. "So tell me, B, have you had any action since you kicked me to the curb?"

Bulma straightened her spine and squinted her eyes in suspicion. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Actually, I am kind of curious. You went through all that trouble to have your IUD replaced only to break up with me a few weeks later. So I guessed you had something stirring." He crossed his arms, subconsciously shielding himself from his discomfort. "How did that turn out for you? Are you off the pain meds yet?"

"Yes, I'm fine now. It took a few months, but the pain is gone and my period is back to normal." She mimicked Yamcha, crossing her arms and caressing her upper arms. "For your information, I had it replaced because I don't want to risk getting pregnant with everything that's going on right now. I don't have anything stirring at the moment, but you never know when I feel adventurous and want to get some action, am I right?" She wiggled her eyebrows at him.

"Sure! You've always been a frisky girl." Easily spotting the incoming coffee spoon hurled at his face, Yamcha ducked, effortlessly avoiding the combative utensil. "I'm not gonna lie, Bulma, this baseball career is getting me a lot of action. Women love the handsome and famous, suffice to say I'm very busy!" A blush formed on his cheeks and he started laughing out loud.

"Good for you, cowboy. Enjoy it while it lasts." She smirked at him, genuinely happy for her friend. He's a good man, but I'm glad we're over.

The saiyan at the other end of the table was only halfway through his pile of food, but had paused eating about a minute ago. He was absently chewing on his last bite as he listened to the candid conversation. Filthy humans. Can't they see I'm eating? He sniffed in displeasure, displaying his annoyance.

Bulma picked up on the prince's contempt and turned to face her houseguest. Noticing he was no longer munching at his 'normal' pace, a playful smile formed on her lips as she cocked a teasing eyebrow at the disturbed warrior. "What's up your butt, Vegeta?"

He narrowed his eyes and glared at her. "What did you just say!?"

"You stopped inhaling your lunch. Heard something that made you uncomfortable?" She winked at the discomposed alien, causing Yamcha to laugh even louder.

Vegeta curled his lip and scoffed. Intending to distance himself from this infuriating nonsense as fast as possible without losing face, he stuffed his sandwich in his mouth, shoved his chair back, seized his plate and got up. Then, suddenly, he stiffened. Again? Really? Following the bluenette's gaze, he internally rolled his eyes. Vulgar woman. He spun on his heels and resumed his exit. Ditching his plate on the kitchen counter before flying back to the gravity room.

"What was that about?" Yamcha asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Vegeta froze before he bolted. Is he scared of you or something?"

Bulma shrugged. "I dunno. Vegeta's being Vegeta I guess." She turned back to face Yamcha and continued to sip on her coffee. "Anyway, how's Puar doing?"

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A few days later...

"Turn that off, idiot! It's past midnight, I can't sleep like this."

Bulma grabbed the remote to pause her movie and looked over her shoulder. Vegeta was standing next to the couch wearing a pair of loose-fitting boxers, a t-shirt and an exhausted expression. "You can hear it?"

"Of course I can, it's loud."

"It's only twenty more minutes until the credits roll. Why don't you join me instead of bitching about it? It's relaxing."

The saiyan growled, pointed a finger at her and released a small ki blast to fry the remote control in her hand.

"Hey, watch out! You could have hit me, you jerk!"

"Unlikely, my aim is perfect."

"Then what's the big deal?"

"Why can't you just be quiet for once!?"

"Why can't you just CHILL OUT for once!?"

"I don't need to 'chill out'!"

"Yes, you do!" Bulma sighed, calming herself down. "I get that you're frustrated, but try to relax a little, buddy. It will aid your training a lot more than being on edge all the time." She placed the fried piece of plastic on the coffee table and smirked, tapping her index finger to her chin. "Who knows, that might just be the key to becoming a super saiyan."

He scoffed loudly and snapped at her. "Don't you mock me, Earthling! You don't know anything about that!"

"Don't I? Goku managed to do it and he's as chill as they come. Maybe a little too chill even. Give it a try. At the very least you'll be a lot more pleasant to be around."

Vegeta balled his fist at her. He was seething, but found himself unable to deflect her argument. Blasted woman. Clawing the air in frustration, he crossed his arms and averted his eyes.

"Give it some thought, Vegeta. I'm not suggesting that you should waste your days wandering around the city or napping on a beach, but it's perfectly healthy to unwind every now and then and watching a movie is a perfect way to do that." She smirked at the warrior. "You're a smart guy and you know I'm right."

The prince tapped his bicep. I hate to admit it, but she does have a point. I am stressed out and it is catching up to me. Blast it! Is that the reason why it's taking me so long to transform? The uneventful routine he currently has on Earth was very different from the adrenaline-filled life he had under Frieza's rule. Traveling all over the universe, fighting unfamiliar adversaries and maneuvering the diplomatic game played by the tyrant, being on edge back then was essential and has saved his skin on more than one occasion. Now the need for survival was gone and he didn't exactly hate the safety and luxury this planet offered him. He had a hunch that this comfortable place was the key to unlocking super saiyan and he was genuinely craving the challenge those androids would provide, persuading him to stay on Earth for the time being. Unfortunately this peaceful environment lacked a proper way to release pent up energy, making him restless and cranky as a result. His training regimen does demand focus and physical exertion, but it's nothing like the thrill of a real battle. The ravishing thrill that quenches his inherent saiyan desire for combat and soothes his spirited mind as a result.

Vegeta glanced at the tv. Watching her stupid movie would only annoy me rather than relax me. His eyelids dropped, hooding his gaze as he considered a different method to quench desire and relieve stress. A method which had been on the forefront of his mind again since he allowed Bulma to touch him in the basement of the gravity room a few weeks ago. Her fondling had rudely reminded him of the fact that it has been years since he's had a woman's hands on his body, so much so he had almost forgotten how good that felt. He had been jacking off more often than usual because of it, but, enjoyable as that may be, he was quite sure frequent masturbation was not required to become a super saiyan. Still, a good fuck would definitely help him relax which probably will aid his path to ascension. Running the tip of his tongue along the backs of his teeth, he shifted his gaze to the scientist on the couch.

Bulma was absently scrolling on her phone, fully aware her houseguest was doing what he does best: Brooding while staring off into Kami-knows-where. Just leave already you dork so I can finish my movie in peace!

The saiyan eyed the bluenette from the corners of his eyes, a habit he picked up when he reluctantly moved in with the Briefs family some time ago. Bulma is a decent looking woman. Not particularly curvy, but slim and she keeps it tight. Her face is pretty enough and her large breasts look very tempting, especially when accentuated with one of those impractical outfits. Her personality is by far her most appealing trait. A bit loud and nosy at times, but highly intelligent, irresistibly feisty, stupidly brave and, despite her frailty, unrelenting when faced with a challenge. I would not mind getting a piece of that. Unfortunately, Bulma is the only person on the whole planet who reliably maintains the training equipment, resulting in an annoying dependency. I do have to keep that in mind.

Vegeta shifted his weight to his other leg. Bulma's high sex drive is no secret as she often flaunts it without shame, either verbally or through her choice in literature. She's flirty and unabashedly ogles his battle-hardened body and clothed privates whenever she thinks she can get away with it. During her outburst in the gravity room she revealed that she often feels lonely and horny, confirming that her involvement with that pathetic excuse for a warrior is indeed over. Not that that matters. Vegeta cupped his chin and subconsciously licked his lips. She thought of me as 'insufferably hot', right? A small smile formed on his lips. I could probably persuade her to have a fuck with me. So the saiyan prince turned to face the scrolling scientist. "Hey! Bulma."

The bluenette stubbornly glued her eyes to her phone. Urg, Kami knows he only uses my name if he needs something he can't acquire by yelling. "What do you want, grumpy?"

With a few assertive strides, Vegeta moved behind the coffee table in front of her, blocking her line of sight to the frozen tv-screen. He widened his arms, bent forward and slammed both of his palms down on the flat surface, indirectly commanding her attention. Startled and a little irritated, Bulma met his gaze, locking her bright blue eyes onto his piercing black ones. The saiyan slowly lifted the corner of his mouth, putting on his signature cocky smile before he spoke. "It's perfectly healthy to unwind every now and then and my suggestion will be a lot more entertaining than watching your pointless movie. You're a smart lass and you know I'm right." He chuckled, throwing her own words back at her. Bulma's eyes widened in disbelief. What the…? Intrigued by his sudden change in tone, she focussed all of her senses on Vegeta, staying completely still as she watched him in silence. With eyes betraying sinful intentions and fingertips tapping the table to emphasize illicit words, he continued. "My bedroom, tomorrow, at midnight sharp. Show up bathed and clad in something racy and I will make sure you won't be feeling lonely or horny for a while. One-time offer, Bulma."

The scientist blinked as her mind pressed 'stop' and 'play' at the same time. Maintaining eye contact with Vegeta, she slowly put her phone down. Holy. Shit. Despite her many fantasies of what it would be like to sleep with her mysterious houseguest, she never considered the possibility of them becoming reality. She always assumed he wasn't interested in sex given his prudish reactions towards her flirting or her spicy conversation with Yamcha a few days ago. And when she told him about her dream in the basement of the ship, he stated that he "wasn't on Earth for that", promptly cutting their conversation short, indicating either discomfort or disinterest. However, the last man she's been intimate with was her ex and they broke up almost half a year ago. A night of shameless indulgence will definitely give her some much needed relief, but doing that with Vegeta had a few risks attached to it…

The angel on Bulma's shoulder tells her that spreading her legs for the saiyan prince would be a very bad and possibly disastrous idea. The man is unpredictable, dangerous and still considered an enemy by almost everyone. Plus, she is absolutely clueless about his sexual history or customs other than that he physically resembles a human. Yet, the devil on her other shoulder has a very different take on the matter. A sly smirk formed on her lips as she heard the little menace out. Vegeta is attractive, that's for sure. His handsome face and meticulously sculpted body are sinfully alluring and a welcome upgrade from the average human man. Coincidentally, their personalities are strangely alike. He shares her intelligence, quick wit, strong drive and unabashed pride, making her oddly comfortable around the ruthless alien warrior. He's not that bad, right? I mean, he hasn't killed anyone since he moved in here. Plus he kinda needs me, so…

Her reluctant ally was still smirking at her, waiting patiently as he dared her to respond to his scandalous offer. Arousal pooled in her lower belly while nervousness flooded her chest and fueled her increasing heart rate. Unbeknownst to him, he had put her in quite a predicament. The scientist simply couldn't help herself as her biggest weakness reared its ugly head: Her incurable addiction to getting things she's not supposed to have. And the deadly man in front of her definitely belonged in that category.

Bulma wet her upper lip, boldly returning his challenging gaze. Alright tough guy, let's see what you're made of. With feigned indifference, the cunning scientist took the plunge and inquired innocently. "Are you inviting me for sex, Vegeta?"

"Yes, I want to have sex with you, Bulma." Her knees started bouncing, causing Vegeta's arrogant smirk to grow a bit wider. Good sign.

"Why?" She raised her eyebrows briefly.

"I just told you why."

Wincing at her own stupidity, she bit the inside of her cheek. Good job girl. So much for playing it cool.

Maintaining his aura of unwavering confidence, the prince gleefully watched her squirm. Very good sign.

"Uh-huh. But why me?" Bulma valiantly continued. "I'm just a stupid human woman to you, right?" She playfully batted her eyelashes at him, testing the strength of his resolve.

Vegeta's grin grew even wider. Perfect. His blood rushed to his groin, causing his prick to visibly stiffen inside his loose fitting boxers. He tilted his head and elaborated in a low, silky voice. "Because, Bulma, I'm fucking horny and I like your guts. Besides..." Aware of the bluenette's line of sight, he purposefully took a wider stance to enhance her view. "I have caught you staring at my cock on multiple occasions, among other things, and you have been flirting with me excessively. You are clearly interested in me and I'm inviting you to sate your curiosity. Meanwhile we can both have some fun and forget about reality for a while as we fuck each other senseless. Just sex, nothing else." Leaning in a bit more, he finished with a whisper. "If you think you can handle a saiyan elite that is." Running his tongue over his grinning lips, he pushed himself off the table and slowly made his way up to standing, overtly showing off his clothed erection to her lecherous eyes. With a triumphant chuckle, he walked out of the living room, leaving Bulma on the couch with his offer and a pair of thoroughly soaked panties.

Once she was sure Vegeta left the room, Bulma fanned herself. Her cheeks were burning and her heart was racing. Fucking hell. Literally. She gazed at the frozen tv-screen as her mind processed what just happened. Every time the saiyan prince pronounced her name, a jolt of pleasure shot down her spine and straight into her sex, making her wet with just his words. The libidinous way he lured her lustful gaze towards his throbbing hard-on, a view she obviously failed to resist, filled her to the brim with unbridled desire and insatiable curiosity. Pleasantly surprised he was indeed interested in her like that, it raised the question if he had been for a while, because if so, he had done a great job hiding it. Knowing Vegeta, he could have merely seen the opportunity and seized it. He offered her 'just sex' after all and given his personality, that's probably exactly what it is to him.

Outrageous as it might be, Vegeta's offer was very tempting. His unyielding confidence combined with the way he masterfully outplayed her, indicate that he has prior experience. Perfect, I'm not interested in deflowering a thirty-something-year-old man.

Bulma bit her bottom lip as a lewd smile formed on her face. Being a brilliant scientist makes her two things: Willing to try things other people considered stupid and naturally curious about the unknown. "Fucking Vegeta" matches those perfectly.

It seems like the little devil on her shoulder might just get its way…

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