One - Written by PhantomScribe72
Bulma's parents were already sitting at the table when she arrived for breakfast.
"Good morning dear," Bulma's mother said brightly, "did you sleep well?"
"How could she," Dr. Briefs snapped before Bulma could answer, "with that monster right down the hall?"
"Actually father," Bulma said sharply, "I slept quite well. Vegeta is not a monster and you are going to have to get used to having him around."
"Yes, get used to him...like mold growing on a shower curtain," Dr. Brief's returned.
"Excuse me, the moldy monster was wondering if he might have some breakfast," a voice said lazily from the doorway. All three heads snapped up to see Vegeta leaning against the wall.
Bulma giggled as Mrs. Brief said a huge plate of food in front of a chair beside of her.
"Of course dear," Mrs. Briefs said cheerfully, "Don't pay any attention to the doctor, he's always cranky in the morning."
Bulma watched Vegeta slide into the chair. She hated to admit it, but he was very attractive first thing in the morning. Come to think of it, he was pretty hot at any time of the day. Bulma suddenly realized what she was thinking. She groaned and put her face in her hands. She had lied when she told her father she had slept well. She was awake half the night, but it wasn't because she was afraid of Vegeta, it was because she was remembering the way it felt to be in his arms. She knew he had grabbed her because she had made him angry, but she had enjoyed having him hold her. When she did finally fall asleep, she dreamed about him making love to her. Sitting here now, across the table from him, she was extremely embarrassed. She couldn’t quite look him in the eye, not that he even noticed she was alive.
The foursome ate breakfast in silence, except for an occasional comment that Mrs. Briefs would direct to Vegeta. He occasionally acknowledged her with a grunt, but for the most part he ignored her.
After Dr. Briefs finished eating, he got up and stalked away from the table. Bulma's mother cast a worried glance after him.
"I suppose I'd better go calm him down," she said as she got up to follow, leaving Vegeta and Bulma alone.
Bulma got up and began clearing the table. "Are you finished, Vegeta?" she asked without looking in his direction.
"Yes. Why? Are you timing me?" he asked lightly.
"No...I just need you to move your useless ass out of my way so that I can tidy up the kitchen," she shot at him.
"My, my, are we in a snit this morning? " he said in a bored voice. "What's the matter, Princess, didn't you sleep well?"
Bulma's head jerked up. Her face went blood red. He couldn't know...could he?
Vegeta chuckled at the expression on her face. "What's wrong, Princess? Did I hit a sore spot? Did you toss and turn in fear of what the monster down the hall might do to you?" he asked sarcastically.
Bulma let out a relieved sigh. "As if I would let you worry me enough to keep me up all night...AND STOP CALLING ME PRINCESS!!!" she screamed.
"Sure, whatever Princess," Vegeta yelled back.
They stood there, facing each other for what seemed like forever, both of them furious. Finally, Bulma turned her back on him and began loading the dishwasher. Vegeta walked up beside her and leaned on the kitchen counter.
"How long is this tidying up going to take?" he asked casually.
Bulma gave him a sideways glance, "Why do you want to know?" she asked suspiciously.
"Because the longer you stay in here cleaning, the less time you are working on my gravity chamber," Vegeta said lazily.
"Well, I hate to disappoint you Vegeta," Bulma snapped, "but we are not pigs and someone has to clean up this mess!"
Vegeta studied her as she worked. He especially liked the view of her backside as she bent to load the dishes. "Why don't you have a maid or someone to do that for you? Kakarrott said that your family was one of the wealthiest on the planet. Can't you hire someone to do that for you?"
"Yes," Bulma started, "I suppose I could, but why should I when I'm perfectly capable of doing it myself? There's nothing wrong with a little hard work, you know."
"Yes, I do know...I'm just surprised that you don't think domestic labor is beneath you," Vegeta replied.
"Why on Earth would you think that?" Bulma asked, genuinely surprised.
"Well, you’re just so...." Vegeta struggled to find the right word to describe her, "prissy."
"I AM NOT PRISSY!" Bulma screamed.
Vegeta laughed, "Whatever, Woman."
Bulma rolled her eyes and turned her back to him. He was silent for a few moments, then he moved to the table and began collecting dishes. He walked over and put them in neat piles by the dishwasher for Bulma to load. When Bulma realized what he was doing, her eyes got as big as saucers.
"I can't believe that the mighty prince of Saiyans would lower himself to help me with domestic labor," Bulma said sarcastically.
"Listen, if it will make your ass get moving faster so you can work on my gravity machine, I'd do just about anything," Vegeta retorted.
They worked together quietly for quite sometime. Vegeta handed the dishes to Bulma to rinse and load into the dishwasher. When they finished, Bulma bent to turn the knob to start the load. Vegeta came up and stood directly behind her trapping her body between him and the sink. He was so close that Bulma could feel his breath on her neck.
"Are you sure you want me to stay here?" Vegeta challenged. "Aren't you afraid that I'll butcher your entire family in a fit of anger one night?"
"No, I'm not afraid of you Vegeta," Bulma answered shakily.
"Why," Vegeta asked, "How can you be so sure I won't hurt you?"
Bulma thought for a moment, searching her mind for an answer. "I don't know Vegeta, I just know you won't hurt me."
Vegeta placed his hands on her shoulders, rubbing them absently as he thought about what she said. He didn't want her to think he was weak, like Kakarrott, and somehow it galled him that she wasn't afraid of him. On the other hand, he really didn't want her to cower in fear of him either. He realized slowly that she had a good reason to believe he wouldn't hurt her. After all, she had called him a coward and he hadn't laid a finger on her, at least not a violent finger. Vegeta admitted to himself for the first time that he liked her. She was fun to verbally spar with, she wasn't afraid of him, she was smart, and of course, she was easy on the eyes. Vegeta tried to think of when he first became attracted to her. He remembered thinking that she was beautiful the first time he saw her on Namek. Of course, he also thought she had a big mouth. Over time, he had admired her brains and beauty from a distance, but he had never made much of an effort to get to know her. Then, when he came back from his search for Kakarrott in outer space, he had been almost happy to see her. The first words out of her mouth had been to inform him that he stank and order him into the shower. He had wanted to haul her up against him and give her a close up smell of him, but instead he followed her to shower. After he cleaned up, he had asked her for a towel. She had made him ask her nicely (not to mention call her Bulma instead of Woman) before she gave him one. It had made him furious, but he had complied because it had also made him horny as hell.
Vegeta sighed and shook his thoughts away. He realized that he still was holding her hostage between his body and the sink. He noticed that her breathing had become labored and his sensitive sense of smell picked up on the fact that she was sweating. If she wasn't afraid of him, there was only one other thing that could be causing that reaction...she was getting a little horny herself. An evil grin spread across his face and he dropped his hands from her shoulders to her stomach, just below her breasts.
"You might regret your decision to invite me into your home," Vegeta warned huskily, "but I promise that I will never harm you or anyone you care for as long as I live here."
"Thank you, Vegeta," Bulma gasped. His hands were moving in little circular patterns on her rib cage. She could feel the hardness of his muscled chest pressing up against her back. She leaned into him involuntarily and let her head fall against her shoulder, exposing her neck to him. Vegeta dropped one of his hands to circle her waist and brought the other one up to tangle in her hair. He moved his head down toward her neck and flicked his tongue out to lick around her ear. Bulma moaned and ground her hips against his. He became instantly hard and ground back toward her. He licked his a path along her exposed neck and brought the hand on her waist up to cup her right breast. He moved his thumb lightly over her already erect nipple. Bulma moaned so loud that she almost screamed. Vegeta chuckled and bent down and whispered sexily in her ear, "Playtime's over Woman, get to work on my chamber. I want it completed by the end of the week."
With that, he ground his hips against her backside one last time and squeezed her breast gently. Then he released her so fast that if she hadn't been slumping against the sink she would have fallen. She was breathing so heavily that she was gasping for air. Vegeta looked her over good. He had barely touched her, and yet she looked like she had been royally fucked.
Vegeta laughed cruelly at her aroused state. "Like I said last night, Woman, you are so easy."
With that, he turned and strutted out of the room.
Bulma stood leaning against the counter, stunned. How could he leave her like this? That stinking bastard! She would make him pay...she didn't know how, she just knew she would.
Bulma sighed and collected herself. After glancing at her reflection in the window to make sure she was still in one piece, she stalked out to her lab to begin work on the gravity room.
Bulma hardly saw Vegeta at all for the rest of the week. Of course, he showed up for his meals, but that was about it. When she did see him, he acted as if she weren't even there. It really annoyed her, but she tried not to let that on to him. She thought about him constantly, always wondering what he was doing and who he was with, but he acted like he didn't even know she existed.
She had tried to go on about her business as if nothing had ever happened between them. She'd even been out with Yamcha a few times. However, she had been avoiding him for the last few days because he was starting to insist that she have sex with him. She had tried, the first night she saw him after the kitchen incident with Vegeta, but she couldn't go through with it. It made her feel dirty. Besides, it wasn't like she had ever really enjoyed having sex with Yamcha anyway...he wasn't very good at it. Bulma had only had a few orgasms in her entire life and they had all come by her own hand. Yamcha was silly and clumsy, and he didn't seem to care about her pleasure so long as he got off.
She was sure that sex would be different with Vegeta. After all, he had only touched her breast and licked her neck in the kitchen and she had almost cum. She was sure that if he had stayed a few minutes longer she would have climaxed.
"What are you thinking about so deeply, Woman?" Vegeta's rude inquiry interrupted Bulma's thoughts.
Bulma jerked her head up in total shock, "Good grief, Vegeta, don't you ever knock?"
"No," he said flatly, "get used to it."
Bulma rolled her eyes. She refused to argue with him...he seemed to enjoy it too much.
"Well, what do you want?"
"I came to see if my gravity chamber was completed. You're week is up."
Bulma sighed heavily, "Yes, it's completed. In fact, it was done last night."
"WHAT!!! Why didn't you tell me?" Vegeta demanded.
"Well, I haven't seen you, except for breakfast," Bulma explained sweetly, "and you didn't ask."
"Stupid Woman!"
"Idiotic Saiyan!"
They stood staring at one another for a while, then Vegeta finally broke the gaze.
"Well, since the damn things operational, I'm going to try it out," Vegeta declared.
"Fine, I'm going into town to see Yamcha anyway," Bulma said tiredly.
Vegeta stopped dead in his tracks and turned to look at her, "Does the weakling know you are coming?" he asked quietly.
"No, I want to surprise him," Bulma replied. "Why, what do you care anyway?"
"I really don't," Vegeta said in a very serious voice, "I just think you ought to call him and let him know you are coming."
Bulma looked at Vegeta, not comprehending what he was trying to say. Then it dawned on her, Vegeta was implying that Yamcha might be with another woman.
"You bastard!" Bulma accused. "He is not like you, he would never do that."
"Fine, Woman," Vegeta's voice was dead calm, "I'm just trying to save you from humiliation...and I know that fool isn't like me, if he were he would never cheat on his mate!"
"You're wrong, Vegeta," Bulma was crying now, "you'll see how wrong you are."
Vegeta looked her squarely in the eye. "I hope I am wrong...for your sake." With that he turned and walked away in the direction of the gravity machine.
Bulma ran to her car and blindly drove across town to Yamcha’s apartment. Vegeta was wrong, wrong, wrong...he had to be...but...Bulma knew she hadn't been with Yamcha in awhile. Would he cheat on her because she was denying him sex? And what about her? She had cheated on him a thousand times in her dreams with Vegeta, and she's sure she would have cheated on him for real that day in the kitchen if Vegeta hadn't ended it.
Bulma shook her head, "This is crazy" she said to herself. "Yamcha and I are meant for one another." Bulma pulled into the parking lot across from Yamcha’s apartment. She sat in the car for a few minutes to collect her thoughts. "Vegeta is wrong...and I've been a fool mooning after him lately. I love Yamcha and he loves me. I'm going to go up there right now and tell him how much he means to me. We're going to work everything out and everything will be fine."
Bulma walked across the street to the door of the building. She went through the lobby and walked onto the elevator. She punched Yamcha’s floor number and leaned against the wall. Now that she had made a decision, she felt at peace for the first time in a long time.
When the elevator stopped, Bulma got out and walked to Yamcha’s door. Just as she was about to ring the bell, the door opened and Yamcha stepped into the hallway.
"Bulma, Baby! What are you doing here?" Yamcha asked, obviously surprised to see her.
"I came to see you, silly," Bulma flirted.
Yamcha looked around quickly then opened the door for Bulma to go inside. "Sit down, Bulma...I'd offer you a drink, but I'm kind of in a hurry."
"Really?" Bulma asked. "What could be so important that you don't have time to spend with me?"
Yamcha shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other. "Well," he began, "I kind of have a date."
"WHAT?!" Bulma screamed. "You'd better be joking Yamcha!"
Yamcha sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Look, Bulma, we both know that it isn't working out between us. I'm sorry you had to find out this way. I wanted to tell you, but I could never get up enough nerve."
"Who is she?" Bulma was crying again. "How long have you been seeing her?"
"It doesn't matter who she is," Yamcha replied, "you don't know her."
"How long?" Bulma asked again.
"With her? Only a few weeks," Yamcha answered. "But there have been others, Bulma."
Bulma was sobbing now. "I can't believe you, you rat! I can't believe you would throw away what we have for a little cheap sex."
Yamcha’s eyes narrowed, "A little cheap sex is better than no sex at all."
"You son-of-a-bitch!" Screamed Bulma. "I loved you!"
Yamcha laughed cruelly, "No you didn't. You've never loved anyone but yourself. All you want to do is lock yourself up in that lab all day, you never want to go anywhere or see anyone...and when you did allow me to see you, all you ever did was complain about me and everything else you could think of. You're a beautiful woman, Bulma, but you're vulgar and shrill. And when it comes to sex...you just lay there like a rock. Hell, I think you're frigid! I put up with you as long as I did because I thought I cared about you, but God knows there's not a man alive that could put up with you forever!"
Bulma stood up and turned her back to Yamcha. "I hope you rot in hell, you bastard," she said quietly as she ran out the door.
Bulma was sitting in the dark in the family room, still crying and thinking about all the cruel things that Yamcha had said. She felt like such a fool. She had known that their relationship wasn't perfect, but she had truly believed that he loved her.
"Your tears are wasted on him, Woman," Vegeta said quietly from the doorway.
Bulma's head jerked up in surprise. As usual, she hadn't heard him come in. "How long have you known?" Bulma asked sadly.
Vegeta walked into the room and sat down beside of her on the couch. "A few days," he replied. "I saw him in town with another woman the other night."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Bulma asked.
Vegeta sat back against the couch and closed his eyes. He was silent for so long, Bulma thought he wasn’t going to answer her. Finally he opened his eyes and looked at her. "Many reasons. First, it was none of my business. Second, you would have never believed me. Third, the relationship was dying a natural death anyway. And fourth...I shouldn't give a damn."
"Do you...give a damn?" Bulma's voice was so quiet he probably wouldn't have heard her if it hadn't been for his sensitive Saiyan hearing.
Vegeta propped his feet up on the coffee table. He knew she hated that. "I guess the honest answer to that question is that yes, sometimes I do care and no, sometimes I don't."
Bulma thought about his answer for a long time. She realized how pathetic it was that she was seeking comfort from Vegeta of all people. Maybe Yamcha was right...maybe she was so horrible that no one could put up with her.
Vegeta suddenly sprung up in his chair like a bolt of electricity had shot through him. "What did you say?" he asked suspiciously.
"I didn't say a word, idiot."
Vegeta's eyes became huge. He suddenly looked at her like she made him sick to his stomach. He jumped off the couch and practically ran to the door.
Bulma was still too sad and numb to wonder about Vegeta's actions. She figured he just realized he was not being obnoxious and so he left. "Men, they're all jerks," she mumbled and then started crying again.
Up in his room, Vegeta paced the floor violently. He had heard her thoughts...just as clearly as if she had spoken them out loud. He had almost answered her for God's sake. He could only imagine her confusion if he had hugged her and said, "Oh no, Bulma, you're not horrible, you're beautiful...oh, and by the way, I can read your mind now!"
Vegeta angrily slammed his fist down onto the bed. "I WILL NOT LET THIS HAPPEN!" He snarled. "I WILL NOT BOND WITH THAT PATHETIC CREATURE!" With that thought, Vegeta opened up the balcony door and flew out into the starless night.
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