If I Could Change You - Written by PhantomScribe72

Chapter Three

Bulma cursed out load when she heard the phone ringing. She was in one hell of a rotten mood. Not only had Vegeta rejected her advances last night, but he’d been ignoring her all day. Several times, she’d considered dragging his ass forcibly out of the gravity room and demanding that he explain himself... but she had to admit, even she didn’t have that much nerve.

She shook away her thoughts and reached over to snatch up the phone. “What?” she practically yelled into the receiver.

“Bulma, are you alright?” Videl’s concerned voice said from the other end of the line.

Bulma took a deep breath. “Yes, I fine Videl. I’m just a little pissed at that walking, talking asshole that calls himself my husband.”

Videl cracked up laughing. “What else is new girl?” she asked.

Bulma couldn’t help but laugh along with the other woman. “Nothing, I guess. What can I do for you?”

“Well, I was wondering if Gohan was over there. I fell asleep before he came to bed last night and I haven’t seen him all day. I kinda miss him.”

“I’m sorry, Videl, but he’s not here. Have you checked over at Chi Chi’s?”

“Yeah, I called over there first,” she sighed. “Just do me a favor, if you see him ask him to give me a call.”

“Will do,” Bulma promised. “I’ll see you later.”

Bulma hung up the phone and stood up to stretch. She was very surprised to see a smirking Vegeta leaning against the wall behind her.

“So,” he said menacingly. “I’m a walking, talking asshole, huh?”

“You sure have been behaving like one lately,” she spat back at him.

“Well, did you ever stop to think that maybe I act like an asshole because I'm married to the world’s biggest bitch?”

Bulma rolled her eyes at him. “Just forget about it. I don’t feel like fighting with you right now.”

“Well that’s just too fucking bad!” he said lowly, pushing himself away from the wall with the intention of coming after her. Unfortunately for him, the motion caused an excruciating pain to shoot across his shoulders.

Bulma saw him flinch in pain and put her hands on her hips triumphantly. “A little sore are we?” she asked sarcastically. “Well, I don’t fell a bit sorry for you. I offered to give you a massage last night and you turned me down flat. You deserve to be in pain.”

Vegeta growled as he moved past her to sit down on the couch. “I don’t suppose you’d be willing to give me one now?”

Bulma sighed and walked over to stand behind him. “I swear, I don’t know why I’m so good to you.”

Vegeta chuckled as she began to knead the tense muscles in his shoulders.

“Vegeta,” she said in frustration. “You could at least take your shirt off.”

“Why? He asked her nervously.

“Don’t be an idiot,” she mumbled. “Come on, it’s not like it’s something I have never seen.”

Vegeta growled again as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. Bulma began to massage not only his shoulders but the muscles along his back as well. Vegeta closed his eyes as his wife’s hands worked their magic. Bulma smiled as he began to purr under her hands. She leaned down and kissed his neck softly. “You are so tense, Vegeta,” she sighed against his skin. “Is there anything I can do to help you loosen up?”

Vegeta turned around and his gaze met her lust filled eyes. “Like what?” he asked suggestively.

“Oh, I don’t know,” she said distractedly as she walked around the couch and sat down on his lap. She brought her hands down to lightly caress his nipples. Vegeta closed his eyes and lowered his head to meet hers in a passionate kiss. He wanted her so badly...she’d never known how much he’d suffered for not taking what she’d so freely offered the night before.

Bulma moaned into his mouth as his hand found one of her breasts and began tease her nipple through the material of her shirt. “Please, Vegeta,” she moaned. “I need you so much.”

Just once, I’d like to be wined and dined instead of just sixty-nined. Vegeta’s eyes shot open as Bulma’s words from the previous day rang through his head. He pushed Bulma off his lap and stood up.

“Vegeta!” she wined, “what are you doing?”

“I have training to do,” he said shakily. “Thanks for the massage.”

Bulma say stunned as Vegeta walked away and left her alone in a horrible state of unfulfilled lust. “What the hell is wrong with you, Vegeta?” she sobbed in frustration.

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