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Not Quite Seduction	By : EveAlli Category: Dragon Ball Z > General Views: 2038 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Let's Complicate Things
- 2-Let's Dance Around It
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My first Dragon Ball Z fic! Yay! Enjoy! Its just a general B/V taking place in kind of an A/U way. Its just for fun. Please review, or at least rate it.

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It had been a few months since the Namekians had left the Capsule Corp. Compound, or C3 as they heard Bulma call it now and then. The seasons were

starting to change and Bulma couldn't help a feeling of depression that had been creeping over her the last few weeks.

Since Yamcha had been revived after Namek, they had grown apart. He wanted to travel, and "experience life."

"Whatever that means." She scoffed as she worked on her latest project in the lab. Though, at this point, she wasn't really sure what it was anymore.

She threw it into a heap away from her.

She wasn't used to being dumped. Yamcha had dumped her. She was career focused, and he was fun focused. Really, she knew she would have done it soon

if he hadn't.

Her stomach interrupted her thoughts with a loud growl. She had neglected it all day, and now it couldn't take it anymore. She had been hiding out in

her lab for far too long.

She left her lab for the kitchen. As she meandered down the hall, she stopped and looked out one of the windows.

It was dark.

"What the hell time is it...?" She wondered out loud.

"It is nearly tomorrow, woman." A thunderous male voice shocked her from her thoughts. She startled and snapped her eyes in its direction.

"Vegeta! Do you have to do that? I mean, really? We've talked about this!" She shouted at him. "What are you doing lurking around here, anyway?"

His brow furrowed, and then he smirked. "Your unknown whereabouts. The smell was beginning to make me think you'd died. I wanted to make

sure."

She rolled her eyes. "So in other words, you were curious where I was. You could just say that, you know?"

She had figured out by now how to decipher what it was he really meant. Normally she wouldn't have said it to his face, though.

"What? You presume to know my intentions? You can hardly keep your own in line!" He barked.

"Ok. Sorry. Whatever." She shrugged and continued her trek for the kitchen.

She could hear his footsteps close behind. "Just like that? No fight at all?" He asked, clearly trying to provoke her. Usually she enjoyed the

attention, but not today, and sure as hell not right now.

"I'm sorry, Vegeta. I just don't have it in me today." She didn't look back or pause. Her stomach still demanded attention.

"Tonight." He corrected, making sure she was aware of the time. "And maybe that's your problem..." He crooned. His insinuation was clear.

"I didn't think that weak human held such power over you, woman."

Inside she boiled. "You wish, pervert!" She shouted back at him.

"Why would I wish that? That weakling does not deserve to have anyone to dominate, let alone mate with." He was poorly trying to disguise his confusion.

She laughed. "Its just an expression." She turned over her shoulder and winked. He looked alarmed, and blushed faintly.

"I do not understand those. You tell me that often." He crossed his arms.

She reached the kitchen finally and began to rummage through the refrigerator.

He leaned against a counter and watched her. "Well?!" He barked after what he felt was a reasonable amount of time.

She jumped again and popped out of the refrigerator. "Well WHAT?!" She shouted back.

"Explain!" He ordered again. He was beginning to feel foolish for asking.

"Oh. Expressions?" She took a bite of whatever it was she had found in an old box, and made a face. "Oh gross. Gone over." She spit it back into the

container, and threw it away. There didn't seem to be anything there she didn't have to spend twenty minutes preparing.

"That. What does that mean? Gone over? It clearly hasn't GONE anywhere." He gestured to the discarded. "Except for the trash bin. Is that what

it means?"

Bulma was a little surprised. "You've lived here for months! Why do you suddenly care?"

He bristled like a dog. "Caring is for the weak. I simply wish to be fully aware of the conversations around me."

She went back to the fridge and started to dig around more. "God! Ever since you got here, there's nothing to just eat! Everything needs

cooking!" She pulled herself out. "Why do you have to just eat EVERYTHING!"

He glared at her. "You are ridiculous. Why are you stuffing your face at such an hour?"

"Stuffing my face?! I haven't eaten all day!" She yelled.

"I'm aware. I can see your bones, woman." He said, disgusted. "No wonder you can't keep a mate."

"Vegeta..." Tears burned her eyes. "Please just stop." She felt like what he said may have been true. On some level, it came back to her not

caring about "fun things." Eating with others was considered one of those "fun things" she didn't like to partake of anymore. 'But since when is

my family "others?"' She thought.

"I'm hungry." She sat at the bar counter, put her head down, and cried a little.

"Food is not something to cry over, woman." Vegeta grumbled. Her crying made him uncomfortable.

She heard him walk away and assumed she was rid of him for the evening. 'I should go to bed... I'm so tired.' She thought. But she let sleep

overtake her. 'I'll go to bed when I wake up.' If she had been more awake she might have giggled a the oddity of that thought.

It wasn't long before an unceremonious thump woke her from sleep. "What the fuck...?" She asked no one, deliriously.

She rubbed her eyes and tried to focus.

Food.

It wasn't pretty. In fact, it was rather hideous. But it smelled good, so she didn't argue. She didn't even look up. She just ate.

It was surprisingly good. She paused, suddenly wondering where this miracle came from.

"I have decided that in return for this, you will tell me about "expressions."" Vegeta declared.

"Hey thanks! I was starved!" She leaned back in her chair. Her stomach was happy.

"Yes." Everything he said sounded like a demand in some form or another.

"Hey why did you do that?" She suddenly wondered.

He didn't really know what to say. He had never been one to lie. "I grew uncomfortable with your sobbing."

She smiled at him, and his cheeks reddened. "Can we do it tomorrow? I'm so tired." Her yawn was anything but graceful.

He nodded, and simply left. She wondered about him, sometimes. He was a stern man, that clearly operated out of necessity, but he didn't really seem

that mean since they'd been back on earth.

'Maybe he's lonely. Like me.' Her mind told her.

She yawned again, and stood up. Her bedroom seemed so far away. The living room was close so she headed there and sat on the couch with an unceremonious

thump. It was soft and comfortable. She made a mental note to snag it from her mother before she threw it out when she redecorated again.

As she laid down, loneliness crept over her again. She had never really minded sleeping alone, but she liked it better when it was her choice to do

so. She never liked anything she was forced into. That simple fact was written all over her life. When her dad encouraged her to buckle down and

learn more about Capsule Corp, she took off and wandered the desert. When she had to go to Namek and get the dragon balls, she hated that less because it

was for her friends, but somewhere inside she still resented being forced into going. Even "fun" couldn't be forced on her. Yamcha tried it, and their

relationship ended, though she told him she simply "grew up" and apart from him.

"My life is such a crock sometimes." She told the vacant living room. She wrapped her arms around herself and pretended it was Yamcha. She didn't really

miss him, himself, but like any woman she missed the companionship a man can offer. A warm embrace, a firm touch... just being with someone. Again, she

didn't like being alone when it wasn't on her own terms. She hated how selfish that seemed.

Vegeta left after giving her food, but only went out of her sight. He couldn't handle being watched when he was embarrassed, but he didn't want to

leave her to her own devices. Humans were odd. They behaved differently when they thought no one was watching, and he liked to see her as she really was.

But even now, she wasn't as normal. She laid on the couch so quietly. So submissively. It wasn't like her at all. He had thought, at first, her passiveness

was to throw him off somehow.

"My life is such a crock sometimes." He heard her mutter, and instantly wondered what she was thinking about. He wasn't sure when he had become so concerned

with her. She had offered him a part of her home to someone she only knew of as a killer. At first, he had thought she was simply another stupid earthling.

But she built his gravity device, and repaired it often when he'd push it too far. She would make it better each time. He found out she wasn't stupid, and

that only served to increase his curiosity about her.

He did not like beings that were not warriors. Warriors he could figure out. They were all basically the same. They were either ruthless, or they were

like Kakarott. Not many of them left room for surprises.

But beings that were not warriors put him on edge. Everyone wanted something. He knew that. Warriors fought you to get it. But the rest of them took a

different path. They were the ones who twisted others. They didn't have the physical prowess to achieve their goals, so they used the physical prowess

of others.

He did not like to be twisted. He did not like to be used.

This is why she confused him. She offered her home to someone she only knew as a murderer. She and her family fed him at his first demand. She fixed things

he broke in a rage. Even as she cursed him, she would complete these tasks, thanklessly. She was not stupid and she was not quiet about it, until now.

He began to expect, and provoke her reactions. He liked it.

But now, there she lay. She was quiet, and sorrowful. Even as she slept, it sounded like she whimpered. He wondered what could have made her this way.

Surely, it wasn't that human. She had not really seemed that upset over his departure until recently. The weather had been getting colder, but he did not

know cold seasons to provoke such an emotional response from the planet's inhabitants, though he wasn't particularly fond of them, himself.

He had thought getting her to speak of earth customs would interest her. She seemed to want to do that when they got here. At the time, he had refused to

humor her. Now, however, he only wanted her to be happy again. He had begun to care for her, he knew, but the warrior part of him still did not trust

that she had no other intentions. He had never encountered someone like that before. He didn't believe that they existed.i

When Bulma awoke the next morning, it was almost noon. She had slept for a long time, but her body still felt like it needed more. She decided today would

be a leisure day for as long as her thoughts would allow.

As she got up to make her way to her bedroom, a pleasant smell caught her attention followed by a loud command from the kitchen. "Woman! Come here."

She rolled her eyes. "What the fuck does he want...?" Vegeta replied. She forgot how good his hearing was. "I want for you to come here. Is that difficult?"

"Fine!" She walked to the kitchen and sat down next to him. Her mother was making lunch. "Oh hi honey! You slept so late! Are you all right?" Her mother

fussed over her. She had been leaving little notes for her around the house for days. Bulma just didn't feel much like answering them. "Oh I'm fine, mom.

Just work."

Her mom nodded. "Oh. Well you should take a day or two off dear! You look like you feel just awful!" Bulma smirked. "Jee, thanks mom."

"Oh dear you know what I mean!" She chided her. "Its a mother's job to worry!"

"I know, I know. I'm taking today off, anyway. Its all right." She tried to reassure her. "So," She looked at Vegeta. "What the hell do you want? Why were

you yelling at me?" She sharpened her voice.

He answered her simply. "Lunch." He looked like he had already been training for hours. She shrugged, suddenly curious about him.

"How do you do that?" She asked. He just looked at her. "Train so early, and for so long, I mean. You were up just as late as I was!"

"Later." He corrected.

"Ok. Whatever. Later. My point is how do you do that? You're so active, but you don't sleep much. I know its not a sayan thing because Goku sleeps like

a log." She laughed at the thought of him.

"Explain that." He demanded as he watched her mother cook. It was clear he was hungry.

"Explain what? Goku's sleeping?" She was lost. "No, fool." He snipped. ""...like a log." That doesn't mean anything. You said yesterday that you would

explain those to me. Do so."

"Well... I guess its kind of... well, its really like... well, you know how a log just lays there, unmoving? Goku sleeps like that." She felt a little

triumphant at finally coming up with it.

"Everyone is unmoving in sleep. How does his circumstance warrant any special "expression?"" He had her there.

Her brow furrowed and she was about to yell at him, when her mother interrupted. "Honey, when she says "its an expression," all it really means is that its

kind of a funny way of saying things. Its like a little extra salt on the meat! It adds a little flavor to the sentence!"

Vegeta looked at Bulma and smirked. "If your mother can explain it as easily as that, then why are YOU the genius?" Bulma began to fume, and her mother just

giggled. "Oh Vegeta! Your so bad! If only I were a few years younger!" She giggled, and began to serve the massive quantities of food that comprised "lunch."

"Bulma, honey, I didn't think you were going to be awake, so I really only made enough for Vegeta. I'm sorry, dear!" She finished serving the mass of food.

"You know how he is about sharing!" She talked about him like he wasn't there, but he had grown used to that from her.

"Its all right mom. I'm not really hungry anyway." She got up to leave. "If that concludes our business, Vegeta, then I'm going to my room to rest for a

while."

"You will stay and eat." He commanded, gentler than usual. His face was towards his food, which was about to meet its fate.

"I don't feel like cooking." She said simply, heading out of the kitchen. She heard a plate scoot as she walked away.

"You will stay and eat." He said loud enough to make her stop and turn. "Vegeta! I said I don't-" She stopped when she noticed one of his plates now sitting

in table space where she had just vacated.

"Eat." He was more quiet again. "Oh... well, I..." She didn't really know what to say. She began to wonder what it was he wanted.

"Did you break the gravity machine?" She asked, skeptically, returning to her seat. Her stomach growled in response to the food in front of her.

"What?" He asked between mouthfuls.

"Why?" She gestured to the plate.

"Because you are emaciated."

"What?! I am not! And besides, why do you care?!"

That was a valid question. Why DID he care? He wasn't completely sure. Even if he had been, he doubted he would tell her. "Do you want it or not?!" He

barked.

"Yeah. ...thanks." She said, uneasily. She really didn't know how to react. It suddenly felt like the first day all over

again. She had always wondered if he had any feelings like humans did. Goku did, so she assumed he did too. She thought he just suppressed his.

'Maybe... he's starting to trust me?!' The thought hit her suddenly, and made her surprisingly happy. She had tried, for so long, to get him more

comfortable here. 'It figures that when I finally don't care anymore, THAT'S when he starts to like me.' She rolled her eyes.

'Well he did make comments about how tired I was.' She thought as she poked the food on the plate in front of her. 'And he even made me diner, though

it wasn't the prettiest thing in the world.' She smiled.

Her mother had noticed her. "Oh my, well I was wrong then wasn't I! I'll just clean this up and make myself scarce!" She winked at Bulma, who

rolled her eyes again. She was always trying to hook her up with various men, even when Yamcha was around, so she didn't imagine this to be any different.

She looked at Vegeta out of the corner of her eye. She had always thought he was cute, but the thought that he would never open up to her seemed

to make him off limits some how.

After her mother left, she picked at the food for a while, eating bits and pieces of it. The more she thought about Vegeta's sudden change in attitude, the

more she had to know. "Vegeta, why are you being like this?" He had to have been up to something. He had never been nice to her before.

"Why do you have to ask so many questions? Why can't you just eat?" He growled.

"Why are you being so weird today? You're worrying me." She hadn't meant to be so honest. She didn't like him this way when she didn't know what he was

thinking. "Be mean to me. Yell at me. Something."

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"I could say the same for you, woman. You have been very quiet lately." He still looked at the food in front of him.

She didn't know what else to do, but to just tell him. Maybe then he would tell her. She didn't know what she expected. He wasn't the type of man to just

suddenly spill his guts. She just hoped he wouldn't laugh.

"I don't know where my life is going. Yamcha left me because I'm not "fun." And because I'm "Bulma Briefs, Capsule Corp. heiress," I'm not allowed to be sad

about it. I could "buy and sell this town," so for some reason, that means the same rules don't apply to me." She blurted out, feeling tears stinging her

eyes the further she carried on. "Every morning I wake up, ready to just walk out that door and not come back. But No! I can't do that! That's what I did

before and look what it got me!" She referred to her time in the desert. "It got me a relationship that wasted almost 10 years of my life!"

"And I..." She shook her head, trying not to cry. "I'm so fucking alone."

Vegeta just stared at her.

"Don't do that." She cried now. "Don't. I don't want you pity."

"I'm not pitying you." He said quietly compared to his usual volume.

"Then what?" She had hardened her face, pulling back her tears. He admired her resolve not to appear weak.

"I don't know your intentions." He turned back to his food and ate more. She was appalled.

"MY intentions?!" She stood up, towering over him. Her emotional floodgates had been opened. "MY INTENTIONS?! I've done nothing but break my back for you

since you got here and you want to know my intentions?!"

He stood up, glaring back at her. "I am aware of that! I would think you would figure out that you've answered your own question, genius."

"What are you TALKING about?! God, I just don't understand you!" She threw her arms in the air. "First you track me down to insult me, then you cook me

dinner. Next you call me stupid AND emaciated, then you share your food with me. Which, by the way, I have NEVER seen you do with anyone else, "emaciated"

or not! So since we're having this honesty breakthrough, I would like to know. What the hell else is it you want from me?!"

His eyes burned into her like hot coals. His expression was one she hadn't really seen from him before. "I have never encountered anyone like you. Ever.

You did those things, thanklessly. No one does something for nothing. So why did you do it? What are your intentions?"

His bizarre calm scared her a little, and squelched her fury. "Well I don't know, Vegeta. I just did it to make you happy, I guess."

"So that's it? You just did it to make me happy?" He repeated her words back to her. His eyes narrowed and he began his approach. With each step he took

towards her, she took one away. She had never seen him like this before, either. This continued until she felt the wall behind her. 'Oh god he's going to

snap and kill me or something!' Her mind screamed. But what was in his eyes could hardly be called murder. Intrigue, maybe?

She was pressed against the wall as he enclosed further on her still. "I will have you know, that if I find out you're lying, I will kill you." He braced

his hands on the wall around her face, and leaned into her. His voice was dangerously low. She just stared at him and nodded. She couldn't move anymore.

His leaned to her ear and whispered. "I will alleviate your loneliness." One of his hands trailed down her side coming to rest on her thigh. His eyes came

back to hers. "If you will have me?" He didn't look vulnerable. He didn't look nervous. He was just... him. Vegeta.

Her voice was a quiet squeak. "Wh-what do you m-mean?" She knew exactly what he meant, but she was scared out of her mind. Of course she wanted him. She

spent a long time just trying to get him to be civil to her, and now here he was, asking in one of the most noble ways she'd heard if he could get in

her pants.

"Do you accept me?" He asked again, pulling her tightly against him. The sudden heat of his body made her respond with a tiny gasp. She didn't know what

else to do, so she nodded.

She had expected to have to hold on for dear life. He seemed the type to ravage. But his kiss against her lips was soft and warm. His hands moved up her

body slowly. One entwined in her hair, while the other began its trek southward again. He lifted one of her legs up around him, and pressed himself against

her. His hand in her hair gripped and pulled her head back gently. He deepened the kiss and growled quietly into her.

She wrapped her arms around him and held him close. Something about all of this felt so right, but yet still seemed so horribly wrong. "I will alleviate your

loneliness." His words echoed in her head. And then she realized why it felt wrong.

She pressed her hands into his chest and tried to push him back. It was like trying to move a mountain. "Vegeta, no." She managed to mutter. He instantly

withdrew his mouth from hers. "What? Are you going to say you don't want me?" He ground his hardness into her core and made her gasp. "I can smell you,

woman. I can smell your want for me." He kissed her harder this time, and rubbed himself against her again.

It was getting hard for her to think.

Somehow, she managed to work her mouth away from him again. "No. Vegeta, wait." She pushed at him, and he withdrew, clearly annoyed. "Hmm?" He grumbled and

turned his attentions to her neck, while is hand from her hair crept down to her breast. He massaged her there, gently teasing her.

"Mmm ah!" She moan out before regaining her senses. "I do want you... just not like this!" She said, wanting him to stop while worried he would.

He pulled away from her and stared. "What do you mean?" His frustration was clear. He needed to be with her just as badly as she needed to be with him.

"I don't want some "loneliness" allieviation. If I'm going to be with someone, its not going to be just once." She escaped from her prison between him and

the wall. "If you want me, you'd better want all of me, because that's what you'll get." Her resolve hardened. "I don't want one night. I'm not that kind

of girl." She straightened her clothes, and turned to leave. She felt him staring at her, like he was silently trying to make her burn.

And she did. She burned for him. She ached. She wanted him so badly. She just prayed he wanted more from her than just sex.

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