Chapter 4
The next morning Bulma felt bad and she was so nervous that she couldn’t bear to leave her room. She was already dressed, but only stood in the in the middle of her room since more than half an hour now. She had no idea how to face Vegeta after what happened yesterday. It wasn’t helping that every time she thought back on the kiss, her face become red and she craved for more. Crap, she cannot just hide in her room forever! Also, yeah, she kissed him, but he wasn’t objecting… at least at the beginning… That’s it, she shouldn’t be ashamed, it was just a kiss. A kiss is no big deal, at all. A kiss not, but kissing Vegeta... Argh, there she was again with crazy naked images in her head. She walked out to the balcony feeling the light breeze cooling her overheated skin a bit. She grabbed the rail, closed her eyes and began to calm herself. She was never good in meditation or any of those stupid things but only god knew, she needed to relax. She kept her eyes closed and tried to concentrate on one thing. She imagined a rose and painted it’s imagine in her head, making sure she got all the small details right. Shocked, she felt herself becoming calmer, indicating that it was working. Bulma kept concentrating a little while longer before she was satisfied with the result and went down to the kitchen. When she entered, there was no sign of Vegeta for which she was thankful. She grabbed a yogurt, made a coffee and went to her lab. She worked on the reversed gravity machine for the next couple of weeks which took away almost all her time. She only saw Vegeta a couple of times and only briefly. Somehow she couldn’t get rid of the idea that he was avoiding her. One morning she was just about to go to the lab as usual when she heard somebody ring the doorbell. Her parents were out again for a couple of days and she couldn’t imagine who would come here. When she opened the door she was surprised to see Yamcha. Since they broke up a year ago she has hardly talked with him and it was the first time he came over.
“Hi Yamcha, what’s up?” She asked inviting him in.
“Nothing much, I’m still training” he smiled and they went to the living room.
“Only 1,5 year to go, right?” Bulma asked, sitting down on the couch, pulling up her legs.
“Yeah. If the boy is right and the future will be so dark as he stated, than that’s all what’s left from my life.” Yamcha signed, sitting down next to her.
“This time we will beat them!”
“How can you be so confident?”
“Because in the future Goku died before the androids even arrived. Now that he got the medicine everything will be fine. You know Goku!”
“I will kill the toasters and then I will kill Kakarott!” Vegeta called from behind, starling them.
“ I wasn’t talking to you” Bulma looked at him annoyed. “Just or back and train or whatever!”
“Woman, don’t tell me what to do!” He answered and to Bulma’s bewilderment he walked towards them, then sat down in one of the armchairs with a smirk on his face.
It was such a long time ago that he had the chance to make her angry that he almost forgot how good it felt. It was clear from her expression that he being here annoyed her. He had no idea why that pathetic excuse of a fighter was in the living room with her and for some strange reason it annoyed him at a whole new level. Bulma knew too well where this was going so she just rolled her eyes and turned back to Yamcha, trying to ignore the prince.
“How are the others doing? Have you seen them recently?” She asked.
“I visited Krillin a week ago or so. He is training very hard.”
“How can he seriously think that it will help him?” Vegeta interrupted.
“Just ignore him!” Bulma said to Yamcha. “He is just trying to piss me off. I will take my revenge on him though, but not right now. So never mind him.”
“O… Ok, if you say so.” Yamcha nodded.
Somehow it made him extremely uncomfortable that the saiyan was only a few meters away from him. It wasn’t helping that both of them knew how Vegeta could kill him without as much as breaking a sweat. He just couldn’t understand how Bulma could kept living with him. Apart from being a cold blooded killer, he was arrogant, irritating and a real jackass. She just shrugged every time he bought up the topic, so after a while he gave up. At the beginning he was even afraid that Vegeta would hurt her or even kill her. He really loved Bulma, yeah, still loved her but now more like a friend and she had a really bad personality sometimes. He was sure she will piss off Vegeta and he will just snap her neck, but who would have thought that after 1,5 years she would be still alive. The saiyan hasn’t even blown up the house. It was beyond strange. Sure, Bulma already lived with him for 130 days, but all the Namekians kept her company and also Piccolo was there, so then it was unlikely that he would do something reckless. Now sure, Goku was back, still… Maybe he wouldn’t even intentionally kill her, just trying to her hurt but misjudging how much a human body can bear… So yes, he was worried, yet nothing went wrong so far.
“Have you seen Goku?” Bulma asked brining back Yamcha to the present.
“Just once about a couple of months ago. He is training with Piccolo and Gohan pretty hard. I got tired even just from watching them.”
“I spoke with Chichi recently and she is beyond herself as Gohan is neglecting his studies.” Bulma laughed. “You know her.”
“I was wondering how Goku convinced her to let Gohan train in the first place…”
Vegeta left, only to come back a minute later stating:
“There is no food!”
“Gee Vegeta, you are a big boy and I already explained to you how to order food, so just go ahead and leave me alone!” Bulma called, not even looking at the prince.
Vegeta grunted something then disappeared again.
Yamcha just couldn’t believe his eyes. Vegeta actually obeyed her without even arguing?! Also, did Bulma indeed taught him how to order food? It was just insane… Yamcha stayed a bit longer, then left promising to come and visit again. Shortly after, the food arrived and after Bulma gave Vegeta some money he opened the door to get it. Bulma was still in the hallway so she couldn’t help but notice how the delivery girl’s eyes glued on the saiyan’s bare chest. She failed to focus so hard, that Vegeta had to junk out the pizzas from her hands. He threw the money in her face, then slammed the door so hard that it vibrated for a while.
“Tip of the day: next time put on a shirt when you open the door” Bulma advised, sitting down an opening one of the boxes containing pizza.
“I ordered this!” Vegeta said, pulling away the box from Bulma, before she could take out a slice.
“And I paid for it so you have to share it with me, whether you like it or not” She answered, pulling back the box and taking out a slice.
Bulma only eat a half pizza while Vegeta finished off 20 alone and it only took him the same amount of time as it took her. She felt too tired to go back to work, so she decided to read a book. Just as she picked up the romance novel which she was reading, something occurred to her.
“Say Vegeta, what did you do for fun?”
The prince stopped and looked at her, not fully understanding what she meant:
“For fun?”
“Yeah, you know; when you want to relax.”
“I sleep.”
“No, having fun has nothing to do with sleeping, although there are days when I enjoy a long sleep. It’s when you enjoy something which is not related to work or in your case training and fighting. Or eating” She added.
“I have no idea what you are taking about.”
“When I want to relax I watch a movie or read a book for example. Did you have books on your planet?”
“Yes, about fighting and invading strategies.”
“No, I didn’t mean those books. It’s…”
“Where is this going?” He snapped looking irritated.
As a matter of fact he had no idea how he ended up talking with her again now, that it wasn’t necessary.
“I just tried to have a normal conversation with you.”
“Just don’t! I’m not one of your stupid friends or whatever you call those bunch of idiots.”
With that said, he left and went back to the gravity room to train. Bulma couldn’t help but smile. In the last few months she made real progress getting to know things about him. Sure, those were not big things, but still, she shouldn’t be too greedy and had to proceed with caution.
That night for the first time since a long while, she had nightmares. She managed to calm down after the first, but the second was just too much. It was almost dark and cold. She was in her house but it wasn’t really her house as it was rather just a ruin. As she walked between the crashed walls she looked down at her feet and she noticed she was barefoot. She was searching for something, but she couldn’t remember what it was. She picked up the bricks and stones checking to see if somebody was buried below those but she could only see blood, no bodies. Then as she took an another step she saw her father and her mother, lying in a big pool of blood; their own blood. She wanted to help them but as she touched her mother she was cold as ice. Then she saw Vegeta, his lifeless eyes looking back at her, half of his face missing. She screamed and she heard someone screaming. The scream sounded familiar, it was like hers echoing from somewhere. That’s when she woke up and she realised she woke up on her own screams. It took an another second until she could stop it and she felt that her face was wet from her tears. She felt like chocking, so she put on her slippers and went outside to the balcony to breathe in some fresh air.
After she took 3 deep breaths she noticed that Vegeta was looking at her, with slight curiosity on his face. Was he here because he heard her screaming? Was he trying to make sure that she was all right? No, it couldn’t be. Vegeta couldn’t care less what happened with her. True, Vegeta didn’t care. The reason why he was on the balcony was due to his own nightmare. Just like the woman, he found the slightly cool night air shooting so he went out. When he heard her screaming he automatically checked on her Ki, realising that there was no other Ki around her. This led to the conclusion that either she went crazy and began to scream or she also had a nightmare. The reason why he was looking at her was mainly because she only wore a too revealing black nightgown.
“ I hope I didn’t wake you up” She said, smiling at him and stepped closer.
“No, I was already awake.” He answered.
For a while they were just standing next to each other, leaning on the rail, looking into the darkness of the night. Bulma wiped of the remaining of her tears with the back of her hand, irritated how a simple nightmare could make her feel so miserable. Vegeta threw a slide glance at her. Was she crying? It wouldn’t make any sense at all. She was stupid, physically weak and just a human, yet so far he thought she had guts. Heck, she travelled to Namek and killed two of Freeza’s soldiers when they wanted to take away the dragon ball from her. It’s not like he was interested in the story, but he heard it when the woman told it to her parents. Also, while others might have been devastated hearing about the androids, she seemed sure they could defeat them. She kept it cool. So why was she crying now?
“I just had a terrible nightmare” She whispered and Vegeta couldn’t help to think for a second that she was reading his mind.
As he didn’t react, she continued:
“It’s so stupid having nightmares! There is nothing what I can do against it until I wake up and realise it isn’t real. Guess you cannot understand it, but…
“I can” He interrupted slightly turning in her direction.
Bulma felt herself shiver and before she could stop herself, she hugged Vegeta tightly. It felt so nice to feel his body heat and his muscles. Bulma was sure she was crazy but she felt safe at that moment. Suddenly she realised what she was doing and now she had no idea what to do. She should just let him go and go back to her room, yet it felt so nice. Well, it felt more than nice as she felt how her body became hot, even though it was cold outside. Why wasn’t he pushing her away though? It’s not like he could have enjoyed this. She pulled slightly away to be able to look at his face and that’s when they lips met. Vegeta wasn’t planning to kiss her, he wanted to get rid of her, yet somehow he lost control of his body and they ended up kissing. It was even more passionate then their first kiss in front of the gravity room. Bulma locked her hands around his waist, pulling him closer, while Vegeta grabbed her and pulled her off the ground. Somehow Bulma ended up in his arms, her long legs around his waist. Her core felt hot and this time when she felt Vegeta’s erection she couldn’t stop and moaned. She felt his hand on his breast as he was squeezing it hard and all she could think of was to have sex with him. Screw the fact that he will never love her! Sure, it was wrong, her inner voice kept telling it to her, but how could it be wrong when it felt so right? As Vegeta turned around, her back ended up pressed against the wall, what felt cold, yet shooting as her body was now on fire. Vegeta simply tore off her nightgown and her panties with one move and when he entered her she thought for a second that she never noticed how he removed his own short. Vegeta wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing, but strangely his body seemed to know. When he entered her, he heard her scream his name, what Bulma hasn’t even realised doing. She was surprised for a second how ready she was for him, even without any foreplay. She doubted the prince even heard of it and right now she was extremely happy that he didn’t, as otherwise she might have exploded from the pressure. When Vegeta began to move, she couldn’t stop herself from screaming again but she only subconsciously registered doing so. He grabbed her ass tightly, while his mouth slide down on her neck, then up again finding her lips and they kissed again. He realised how his breathing become ragged just like hers and as her nails slide down on his back he slightly jolted. Just when Bulma thought she cannot bear more pleasure she felt Vegeta ejaculating and she come twice almost instantly after each other. Somehow they ended up in her bed, lying next to each other, trying to catch their breaths.
When Vegeta woke up 2 hours later it was still semi-dark but he felt that something was wrong. He looked around realising he wasn’t in his room and just as he wanted to sit up he felt a weight on his chest. When he looked down and saw Bulma snuggled close to him he was sure he was dreaming. Then it slowly came back to him. She came out to the balcony and… no! He wasn’t willing to finish the sentence even in his own head. Because it was just impossible. He was in control, he would never have sex with a human, yet apparently he just did. He slowly pulled out his hand under her and got up. He wasn’t trying not to wake her because he didn’t want to disturb her sleep, it was rather due to the fact that he had no idea what to say to her or how to behave. He grabbed his short, put it on and left the room, carefully closing the door behind him.
When Bulma woke up a couple of hours later, she felt disoriented. She looked down at herself, seeing that she was naked and it took her a few seconds until she remembered why. She just slept with Vegeta! She was beyond crazy, which she already knew as soon as they kissed, but kissing and having sex was 2 different things. Bulma wasn’t surprised that he was nowhere to be seen; yeah, like she could ever wake up in his arms… She got up, climbed in the shower and while the water was running down her body, she tried to gather her thoughts. It was the hardest task ever and every time an image from last night surfaced, she shivered. Bulma thought back bitterly on the time when she was not sure how to face the saiyan after the kiss. If that wasn’t already challenging enough; what the hell was she supposed to do now?! It was obvious that he wasn’t in love with her, for him it was all physical. She knew it, yet she still wanted to do it. Bulma tried to think reasonable. Well, even normal people had one night stands, it wasn’t something extraordinary. Also, it’s not like she was a virgin or anything so it was nothing special. Nothing special? Ok, she will never believe that part as it was special, much so! Heck, she should keep focusing on something else now, but it was almost impossible. So, yes, it’s not like they were dating now or anything. They are grown up people, they can handle this. They had sex, they both enjoyed it… Yeah, enjoyed it wasn’t a good enough word… Crap, she should stay focused! Again; they had sex, they are not dating so nothing changed at all! Bulma nodded to her own imagine in the mirror, then put up a short and a top, dried her hair and went down to face Vegeta. She was sure though that he will avoid her as he usually did after something happened and knowing this, she felt a bit more relaxed. Just as she convinced herself that it’s impossible to run into Vegeta, she caught sight of him as he was eating in the kitchen. Bulma shrugged, thinking that at least they both will be over this, running into each other so early in the day. Truth is, Vegeta wanted to run as soon as he felt her coming towards his direction. Worst is, he didn’t just want to leave the kitchen, but the whole house. He mentally punched himself for thinking about running away. Like he, the prince of all saiyans would run away from a mere human. Not likely! Hence he remained calm and continued to eat when she entered.
“Is it your breakfast or your lunch?” Bulma asked and she was happy to hear how normal her voice sounded.
“None of your damn business.” He answered irritated.
“As charming as ever, what?” She smiled, while she put some cereal in a bowl.
Then silence followed. Normally it wouldn’t mean anything as they never talked much at all. Yet somehow, the first time ever, it was filled with pressure and uneasiness. Vegeta caught himself wishing to hear her talk about some bullshit. It annoyed him for two mean reasons; he hated when she was trying to talk with him and he enjoyed silence. So what now? He grabbed his mug with such a force that he broke it and the coffee ended up on the table, than began dripping down. He angrily grabbed an another one and filled it with coffee again. Just then Bulma knew for sure that she wasn’t the only one who felt awkward. She grabbed the milk and while she poured it on her cereal she said:
“Let’s just say it out aloud so we can be over this! We had sex last night and don’t worry, I know it’s not because you are deeply in love with me or anything. So it’s not such a big deal, really. It’s not even like I was a virgin or it was your first time so…”
Just as Bulma said out the last 6 words she looked at him and Vegeta blushed. No, blushing wasn’t a proper word to describe it. It’s rather like his whole face become such a deep red that Bulma wondered how that shade of red is even possible. She had every intention to finish the sentence, but she just couldn’t. As she looked over the prince it was way too obvious how embarrassed he was and most probably also filled with rage, but at that moment he was just abashed. She completely forgot that she was still pouring the milk on her cereal and the bowl become so full that the milk drained out and it soaked her legs.
“Holy crap!” She cried out angrily as she noticed what she was doing.
She jumped off, grabbed a dish towel and began to dry off the milk from her legs. During that time Vegeta wanted to get away and not just from the kitchen or the house, but from the planet. He needed every mental power to be able to get up from the chair and as he walked out, he avoided the woman with his gaze. How dare is she talking like that?! How dare is she… And hey, why was he so embarrassed now? He was never interested on women, they all seemed repulsive, primitive, annoying; so not worth of his time. He was the prince, royal blood. Yet, he still ended up having sex with her… Why?! What was it about her what made him lose his mind? Ok, that’s it, he need to get out and train in the space again. At least for a couple of months! When he gave the order to the woman to prepare the spaceship a couple of hours later, she had no objections. Just now he made sense of the other part what she was saying earlier. She knew that he didn’t feel anything about her. Good. Because he didn’t! At least she was not making a scene.
As the spaceship left the orbit again, Bulma turned off the monitor and put her forehead on the desk, leaning over. It’s not enough that she slept with him, now she also chased him away. Sure, he will be back, that wasn’t the issue, still… She already missed him so much. And seriously who would have thought that it was his first time? The way he… did what he did… implied that he had such a huge experience… Ok, she cannot go there, she has to forget about that night! It was good (so beyond good) but it won’t happen again. She and Vegeta were not dating. It was a one night thing!
Bulma whished for it to be true, yet it seemed like she would have more, than her memories about the night. In the first couple of day although she missed the prince it felt nice not to worry what to say or do when they meet. It might have been too much for her to bear right now. She was sure she will eventually calm down and she will be able to behave almost normal around him, yet she needed time. As it seemed she got plenty, more than she needed. She tried to focus on work, but after a couple of days she gave up. She couldn’t concentrate more than 10 minutes and that’s if she was lucky. Bulma only admitted how much she lost focus when she looked down on one of his drafts and saw that it was full with heart shapes with Vegeta’s name in it.
“That’s it!” Bulma cried out, tearing up the paper into small pieces and throwing it away.
She behaved like a teenager. Worse! When she fell in love with Yamcha and she was 16, she has never drawn hearts with his name in it. So why now?! Also it was beyond any doubt that her love was doomed. After finally giving up working, she sat before the TV and watched movies all days. First she only watched romantic movies and cried all day long, then she watched action movies to get rid of the stress. Then she read books. After that she asked her mother to teach her how to cook.
“So, you finally want to become a good housewife. That’s just magnificent!”
“No, not exactly” Bulma smiled nervously.
“Oh, you don’t have to deny that you want to please Vegeta when he comes back and you want to cook for him something delicious!”
For some reason the only two words what stuck in her mind was “please Vegeta” and again she had way too many naked pictures in her head as what she would have preferred. Maybe cooking with her mother wasn’t her best idea…
“Say mum, can we just not talk about him right now?” She asked.
When Bunny nodded and she indeed never mentioned the saiyan again, Bulma was more than grateful. It seemed like she somehow felt with her motherly instinct how her daughter felt. Though learning to cook was still a disaster as Bulma almost burned down the kitchen. She tried to occupy herself with shopping but somehow even the best scales couldn’t really make her interested.
