Chapter 3
“Woman!” Vegeta shouted and he barged into her room, without thinking twice.
“What is it now Vegeta?” She asked, still keeping her eyes closed, hoping she was just dreaming.
“There is no food!”
Bulma sighed, then looked at the clock on her bedside table. It showed 4:05am with red angry numbers.
“Who cares?!” She sat up suddenly, shouting. “Every normal being is sleeping at 4 o’clock in the morning!”
“Food, now!” He called and when she lied down again, he become angry and tore off the blanket from her.
Now he hasn’t calculated with the fact that the woman only slept in a white top which slightly made her breasts visible. To make it worse it only covered half of her stomach and other than that, she only wore a black panty. Bulma wanted to tear off his head for invading her privacy like that but as soon as she opened her mouths she closed it. Vegeta’s eyes were glued on her body and he was blushing! She would never believe it, unless she saw it with her own eyes but even so it was hard. She blinked twice to make sure she is not hallucinating. She was so dumb folded that she hasn’t made any attempt to cover herself. He was always so indifferent towards everything that she never assumed she could have any effect on him apart from pissing him off. She smiled realizing that even with his closed up egoistic personality, he was just like any other men after all. Reaching this conclusion Bulma also gasped that she was letting him stare at her for god knows how long. Does he thinks he can just storm into her room, wake her up in the middle of the freakin’ night and then… She knew too well what she was about to think and it had to do much more with touching and kissing then what actually happened right now. She had to snap out of it, so she slowly grabbed her pillow and threw it into his face screaming:
“You pervert! Stop staring at me and get out of my room NOW!”
The pillow hit him straight in the face as Vegeta was too absorbed to look at her breasts to even realise she was throwing something at him. Although it didn’t hurt, it was enough for him to come to his senses. What in the hell happened with him? Why wasn’t he able to tore his gaze away from her? And why was his heart beating faster than it should? He also felt something in his groin, what he never felt before.
“Who the hell would be interested in your body, woman?” He shouted finally finding his voice.
“Don’t pretend that we both don’t know how you were looking at me!” She answered getting up from the bed and closing in on the prince.
To both of their astonishment he backed away until he hit the closet with his back. Bulma smirked too similar to the one of his, as she was clearly enjoying the situation. How could she know what he was thinking? Hell, he wasn’t even sure himself what he was thinking, or doing at that moment. He just wanted to get away from her, yet at the same time he wanted to grab her, press her body to his, feel her bare skin on his own. Now he was sure he went nuts, completely. What happened? He already spent here 130 days after they got back from Namek and then 6 months before he took off again to train in space but she never had such effect on him before. Well, before he took off something was already wrong with him, but not at this degree. After he got back the whole situation became worse day by day and these last 6 months which passed after his return seemed like hell. He kept it together losing his home planet, everybody who he knew, he managed to stay alive under Freeza’s command, completing his missions, killing millions and that never got to him. Not really at least. Sure he had nightmares, but that was a small price to pay for all. After all what happened to him, he will be affected by a mere human? A woman who isn’t even a fighter?
“You are just a low life human, not a saiyan!” He answered his voice slightly hoarse.
“So, you don’t find me even a bit attractive, right?” She asked and by now she was so close to him that her breasts were slightly pressed against his bare chest.
While Bulma was enjoying torturing him, seeing him blush and confused, she was aware that she was also torturing herself. Being so close to him, feeling his body heat, his breath on her face, it was more than challenging not to grab him, kiss him and have sex with him. They faces were only inches apart now and Bulma caught herself looking at his lips while her heart was throbbing wildly. It felt like it was in her neck and she was close to a heart attack. She wanted to kiss him so badly and somehow she felt like maybe he would let her, maybe he wouldn’t want to push her away. Yet, this was still Vegeta and she just couldn’t reveal how she felt about him as she knew he would reject her feelings. So as hard as it was, she bit her teeth together and took a step back, then an another, while she grabbed her robe and put it on.
“Fine, I will get you some food. Come with me!” She said and hurried out of the room, leaving Vegeta alone.
He was only able to move, once he heard her footsteps on the stairs. He rushed back to his room, opened the tap and put his head under the ice-cold water. He held it there until it made his head hurt. When he arrived in the kitchen ten minutes later, he was mostly his old self.
“I already ordered some pizza, it will be there within 20 minutes or so.” She explained looking at him like nothing happened. “I think we can both agree that I shouldn’t try to cook as we would get food poisoning.”
Bulma wasn’t happy when her parents told her they will leave for 1 week and now she was all alone with Vegeta. The main issue was food, as although her mother prepared a lot in advance it was gone within 2 days. He lived together with Vegeta more than a year now and it was the first time ever, they had the house to themselves alone. Somehow it was even more unnerving now, after what happened just a couple of minutes ago. What happened? As Bulma opened the cupboard and began to make coffee, she risked a quick peek on Vegeta, who was rummaging in the fridge hoping that he might find something to eat, until the pizza arrives. She signed as she recalled the event step by step. Vegeta stormed in her room, they argued, he pulled off the blanket and stared at her body. There is no mistake, he must have felt (or thought?) something at that point because he blushed. She jumped up, he backed away until he hit the closet and then they just stood there, her breasts slightly touching his chest, their eyes locked. Then she left. It’s nothing big really, apart from the fact what she was thinking about the whole time. And what was he thinking? Now as she looked back with a clear head, he should have pushed her off, he should have left, yet he remained there, transfixed. People say men will never understand women but she will be damned is she will ever understand him! She looked deeper inside herself, checking to see whether she understand herself. After a while she confirmed the answer was yes. Simplifying it; she was in love with him. Sure, she couldn’t tell why but it was just like love worked; sometimes it made no sense at all. First she hoped she was just attracted to him physically, given the fact how his body looked, yet it was more. She cared about him, that’s why she built the new gravity room which proved to be pretty good as it hasn’t broken since more than 3 months. Also she respected him staying alive and still willing to fight even though he lost everything. She craved to know more about him, but every time she tried to ask something he ignored her. Maybe she should just ask little things first, which were not important at all.
“Say Vegeta, did you have anything like pizza on your home planet?” She asked, when the pizza arrived and they were sitting in the kitchen, eating.
She remembered how the pizza boy looked at her when she first ordered 40 XL pizzas. It was the same with the Chinese restaurant when she ordered food for at least 40 people. By now most of the restaurants were used to receive huge orders from her time to time, shrugging it off like an another weird thing of the Brief Family. Vegeta looked at her for a second, before answering:
“No. Saiyans were not really such great cooks.”
“What? You eat so much, yet you say the meals were not god?”
“We eat food to get energy and nourishment, not for enjoyment!”
“Still, what’s wrong with the idea of actually eating food which tastes good?”
“Freeza had good chiefs” He shrugged then just as he wanted to grab an another slice his hand stopped for a moment before he proceeded.
Why the hell was he talking about this with her? Actually, why the hell was he talking with her at all?! It’s not like he needed anything, which was the only reason when he said anything to the woman normally. Bulma sensed his mood change and stopped asking more questions, just resumed eating, repressing a smile. She was a genius, her plan might just work after all!
Food was solved temporarily but it run out again too soon. Bulma found it quite hard to keep ordering it and she couldn’t understand how her mother could keep up cooking food for Vegeta.
“Don’t tell me, you ate everything again!” Bulma sighed as she saw Vegeta entering the lab.
“It wasn’t that much to begin with.” He answered.
“You know what? I will teach you today how to use the phone and then you can keep ordering whatever food you want, whenever you want.”
“What?”
“Just come with me!” Seeing how Vegeta wasn’t making any move to follow her she added: “Today if you may!”
Vegeta reluctantly followed and when they entered the living room, the woman pushed some leaflets into his hands, explaining how those were all places producing food.
“Thai me up; sandwich, noodle, salad.” He read it out aloud raising an eye-brown. “What kind of stupid name is that?”
“It’s a wordplay. Anyhow the food is great there” She shrugged then suddenly it hit her: “Say Vegeta, how come you can read? I mean I’m almost positive the saiyans didn’t use the same letters.”
“I learned it during my travel when I came here. We used to get some basic information about the planet what we invaded.”
“Oh I see. It makes sense… Anyhow here is the money” Bulma pushed a bunch of banknotes in his hands. “It’s enough to buy a good motorbike so it should be enough for food for a couple of days.”
Bulma was quite relieved when her parents got back and life returned to normal. She was trying to avoid being alone with Vegeta or if that couldn’t be avoided she tried to keep a good distance between them. It was the best workaround what she could think of. Vegeta also wanted to avoid the woman as much as possible. Completely avoiding her wasn’t an option as they lived together but as he was able to feel her Ki, it made things easier. Also since the blond one was back, there was no food issue and the new gravity room worked flawlessly. Hence there was no reason for him to talk with her. So he was surprised when one morning he heard her knocking on the door of his room. Technically it was not really morning as it was only 4am, but he was already up getting ready to train.
“What?” He asked and he looked frustrated at the woman entered his room.
She looked tired and as she usually slept at least until 9am it was obvious that she was working until now and she was just ready to go to bed.
“I just wanted to warn you that my father will have some business partners over tonight for dinner and some members of the leading board of Capsule Corp. So please, don’t be around them as you might scare them off or insult them with your ravishing personality.”
With that she was about to leave and her hand was already on the handle when she turned back and added:
“Also, would you mind putting on a shirt just this afternoon?”
“Why?” He was so confused about this that the question just left his mouth before he could stop himself.
“Let’s just say women might not be able to take their eyes of you or worse, they might attempt to hit on you.”
“If they lay a finger on me…”
“No, not hit you. Hit on you means…” She tailed off not sure how she could possibly make him understand it.
“Never mind, just put on a shirt please!” She finished and left the room.
Bulma wasn’t quite happy with the idea of letting strangers in her house while Vegeta lived there. Yet, the investors insisted to see his father’s private lab and it was obvious that after the tour, they will stay for dinner. Although she wasn’t actively involved in the management of the corporation, as the daughter who will take over the business one day, she had to be present, entertaining them. After some sleep and a few hours of work, she went back to her room to decide what to wear in the evening. It was always a long progress to select the right dress and she also played with the idea to go out shopping but decided against it, as she only had a couple of hours left. Finally she ended up wearing a black strapless sheath which fitted nicely on her body, enhancing her curves. She chose pink ankle strap heels and pinned up her long blue hair to a bun. As she looked at herself in the mirror she realised that since she broke up with Yamcha, she didn’t pay much attention on her clothing. She only left the house a couple of times and sure she put on some normal clothes but nothing elegant, even though she liked to dress up occasionally. At home she only wore shorts, T-shirts and tops, sometimes overall when she was doing some hard mechanical repair in the lab. It felt nice to finally look like a woman for a chance. Maybe this evening won’t be so bad after all. During the first part of the tour her father explained how the company worked and then showed the investors some of his inventions. Bulma only stayed in the background and smiled, while thinking about the fact that she hated these events. She liked to invent, to plan things and build them or repair machines, but she was never much of a fan of the management stuff which also will become her responsibility once she is taking over the company. She knew the 2 lead scientist Matt and Takagi and the acting CEO of Capsule Corp called Jim, they were nice men within their 40s. It was a bit strange to see Matt and Takagi in suits instead of their white gown, what they usually wore in the lab. The investors consisted about 2 man one of his 30s called Hiroto and one in his 60s with the name of Sasuke and two women who were in her early 40s; Lilith and Brenda. The older man also brought her daughter with him most probably because she will take over his work soon. Timmy was only 25, had so much mascara on, that her real skin colour wasn’t visible at all and she wore a too revealing red dress, even for Bulma’s taste who liked similar dresses otherwise.
“What is this?” Hiroto asked, picking up a draft from the table.
Bulma knew from one blink that it was her plan about the suit which Freeza’s men wore. The one which was elastic yet provided a good deal of protection. She used Vegeta’s armour as a prototype and tried to mimic the fabric. Her plan was to build a new armour for him and for the rest of the fighters if they needed it. So far she only made slight progress and for a while she had completely forgotten about it.
“It’s a special armour” She stepped up, taking away her drafts from the man and pinned it to the board so everybody could see it.
She wasn’t planning to sell this product to anybody but as she explained how it will work one of the investors wanted to have it straight away for military purposes. She explained that it might take 1 or 2 years until she can actually build it, which Hiroto found a reasonable time and he wanted to purchase 10000 piece in advance. Bulma somehow ended up in the spotlight and even presented the gravity room as well.
“Can it also decrease the gravity?” Lilith asked, looking at her.
“Certainly. I mean it wasn’t the original purpose but I can make the necessary modifications within a couple of weeks.”
“If I understood correctly you already have a working room like this, right?” asked Brenda.
“Well… yes, as I matter of fact I already build one. Though it just increases the gravity.”
“Can we see it?”
Bulma gulped. This evening wasn’t supposed to be about her and her inventions; her father should have presented his inventions. Sure, there was nothing really wrong selling the armour or the gravity room, but… how the hell was she supposed to show it to them with Vegeta inside? She desperately tried to come up with some excuse but none of those sounded good enough so she had no chance but to lead the investors to the room. She asked them to wait at the entrance and she descended alone to the lower level. Bulma was extremely nervous when she lifted her hand to knock on the door. She wanted to just stand there for a couple of seconds but she knew Vegeta was most probably already aware that she was here. She braced herself, by thinking that it was still her house and if she needed the room for 20 minutes then Vegeta should leave without further disagreement. He could use the room all he wanted at any other time. When Vegeta felt her Ki approaching he couldn’t imagine what she wanted again. Then he felt several other Ki’s as well, from which only her father’s was familiar. There was no mistake, they were coming here. Why would the woman bring humans here? She should know how much he despised people. So before Bulma could knock, he tore up the door and howled:
“What?!”
Bulma quickly pulled back her hand which was still in mid-air and explained:
“There are some business men and women here who would like to see the gravity room.”
“Why? None of them could be a fighter, they Ki’s is extremely low.”
“It’s a rather difficult and long story. I’m sure I would just bore you with the details so could you just leave the room for 20 minutes? You can come back after we leave.”
“I don’t have time fooling around” He snapped and he wanted to go back but Bulma grabbed his wrist.
It’s not like she actually had the physical power to hold him back, it was rather just the shock of her touching him. He turned back with every intention to push her away when he caught site of how she looked. He was so angry with her for bothering him, that he hasn’t seen how she was dressed. Now that he saw, he wished he hadn’t. He found it hard enough to be near her when she had a casual clothes on, but this outfit was more than pleasing on the eye. Also her hair looked other, then the usual ponytail how she mostly wore it. Bulma felt how the atmosphere changed and she was too much aware that she was still holding Vegeta’s hand. Once again they were too close to each other, yet Bulma wanted to step even closer, which would be a bad move, she was sure of it. Vegeta simply just couldn’t resist any longer, grabbed Bulma’s waist with his free hand and pulled her to him. As they bodies were tightly pressed together Bulma lost it, leaned closer and kissed Vegeta on his lips. First it was just a light kiss, her lips barely making touch with his, then he opened his mouths allowing her in, letting her deepen the kiss. Vegeta felt how her heartbeat become quicker and realised that his own was also beating like he was doing some physical exercise. While he kissed her back, he pressed his body even tighter to hers and again he felt something in his groin. Bulma’s head was full of questions but she couldn’t concentrate on any of them. She was barely aware where she was, while she registered how her breath became a bit ragged. When Vegeta grabbed her ass she felt like she got electrocuted. Her skin was burning from his touch even though she had her clothes on. She picked into his hair and stroked it. Bulma wanted to put her arms around his neck when she had to held back a moan as she suddenly felt Vegeta’s erection pressed against her lower body. The prince tried to come to his senses but the longer they kissed, the more he lost his self-control. He never felt anything like this before, his body was on fire and he wanted her badly. Reaching this conclusion made him snap out of it and he was able to push her away. Maybe with a bit too much force as she landed on the floor, sitting on her butt.
“20 minutes” He said with a slightly hoarse voice and left so quickly that the investors still waiting before the room only felt a rush of air and saw a blur.
It took at least 10 more seconds for Bulma to realise what just happened. While she stood up, she become aware that her legs were shaking so she had to grab the wall for support. She was still breathing heavily and her face was red. What the hell was that about? Was she really so foolish that she kissed Vegeta? Why couldn’t she control herself?! Since their last incident in her room she was fully in control and nothing happened since 3 months! She had to be able to resist! Yeah, she might have been able to evade him, but it was Vegeta who took the first step. At least after she grabbed his hand, he simply grabbed her and pulled her to him. How could she have acted any different than kissing him with their bodies pressed together like that?! Also it’s not like he wasn’t kissing back, hell he even had an erection, she was sure what she felt! Ok, maybe it wasn’t such a big deal and even him kissing her back shouldn’t really mean anything. It was just physical craving from his side, nothing more. Even so, it felt nice. Oh, nice wasn’t a good enough world to describe it. She kissed Yamcha so many times, but she never felt something like this. Hell, she might enjoyed this kiss more than actually having sex with Yamcha. How could that be? How could he make her feel like this? She read so many romantic stories but she always thought that some of the kissing scenes described there were much of an overstatement. Kissing was nice, sure, but it wasn’t mind-blowing. At least until now… Bulma suddenly remembered that the business partners were still waiting for her for god knows how long so she took 5 deep breath, fixed her dress and walked up. From their look it seemed like not much time passed as they didn’t look irritated that she made them wait. Strange how she even lost her sense of time. She had no idea what she was telling them about the room or couldn’t recall much from the dinner after that but when the guests left, her father seemed happy with her so she guessed she didn’t mess up anything.
