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Slave	By : vegetagoddess Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 33172 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N – Wow…people really seemed to enjoy the last chapter! I guess it’s because my spelling was correct for once? All thanks to Nikoru – my beta reader! This chapter isn’t going to be a lemon chapter, but it is important. This chapter had important things in it that you’re going to need to know.

Bulma sat up and rubbed her face with the back of her hand yawning ungraciously as she did so. Slowly she lowered her arms and carefully opened sore and blurry eyes, looking down at the empty space in the bed where Vegeta had lain next to her last night and shrugging nonchalantly. Bulma looked away and stretched, wincing as some very sore muscles decided to complain about the abuse they'd been put through the night before. She edged slowly to the side of the bed and pulled the veil curtains, almost ripping them down when one of her chipped nails got caught in them. Grunting with the effort of moving about while she was still sluggish with sleep she wrenched her nail free and then clamored ungracefully out of the giant bed, jumping as something thudded to the floor and knocked against her foot.
Bulma glanced down, already guessing what it was - the candle from the night before was lying next to her floor. Bulma stared at it for a moment before kicking it aside with her foot, watching as it disappeared from view and it rolled under the bed. She started to stretch and then winced again – last night was definitely the most physical she'd ever gotten with Vegeta, of course it was probably her own fault that she was hurting so much. If she'd just stayed angry with Vegeta instead of making a sad attempt to get back at him they wouldn't have ended up having sex.
"Stupid Vegeta," Bulma mumbled as she stumbled across the floor and opened her wardrobe. She ran a hand through her tousled hair as she tried to figure out what to wear. Jiggled with impatience, as none of the clothing in her wardrobe really jumped out at her, she groaned and finally reached in and pulled out a white silk robe which she folded herself into, tying the sash securely.
Bulma looked back into the wardrobe and chose a long sleeved short dress with a plunging neckline in a soft pink. She draped it over one arm and turned her attention to her underwear draw, pulling out a red lace bra and panties. Bulma debated on wearing pantyhose but decided against it, instead she grabbed up some black ankle socks and a black pair of ankle high leather boots. She wasn't going for any particular look today – she wanted to wear something comfortable.
Satisfied with her selection Bulma grasped her clothes to her chest and walked across her bedroom to the door, her mind wandering through last night's events as it did so. How could Vegeta have hit her like that? He was such a bastard! Her face was probably bruised! Bulma clung more tightly to the clothes and immersed herself in vengeful thoughts, almost bumping into the door she was so immersed in her thoughts.
Bulma juggled the clothes in her arms as she attempted to free one hand and open the door – unsuccessfully. Annoyed with herself she dropped the clothing onto the floor and then opened the door, holding it wide open with one foot as she gathered her clothes up again and continued to her journey to the bathroom. She stopped outside of her door, nodded at Brolly who was apparently on guard duty and then slowly crossed the room – suspicious blue eyes pinned on the tall saiyan guard.
Bardock lay sprawled out and fast asleep on the lounge chair. He was snoring softly.
Glancing away Bulma paused yet again by the bathroom door, glaring at it in annoyance as she realized she'd have to put her bundle of clothing down again to open it.
Unless…
"Uh, Brolly? Could you open the door for me?" Bulma was well aware of how lazy that sounded and she quickly continued. "I kinda have my hand full." She explained, nodding down at her clothes. So what if she was treating her saiyan guards like manservants? It wasn't like she did this all the time. Besides which Brolly didn't seem to mind, in fact he almost smiled.
"Of course." Brolly almost smiled again as he crossed the room in an easy gait and opened the door with a flourish. "While you're showering I'll wake up Bardock and order your breakfast. Any preference?" Brolly's eyes traveled down her body, and he promptly flushed scarlet when he saw that Bulma had noticed his wandering eyes and was frowning at him; clearly disturbed.
"Oh, I don't eat Br…" Bulma paused mid-sentence and remembered how awfully skinny she had looked in the mirror last night. She didn't want to look like a starved greyhound for any longer then she had to! "Umm…" She contemplated breakfast foods. "I'll have some juice. Preferably grapefruit juice - if you have it. I'll also have some fruit and maybe some pancakes, if you have those." Bulma smiled at the thought of pancakes. It was doubtful that the Saiyans had them, but it was always possible. They'd been sucking the life from Earth for long enough to have picked up one of two of it's more common recipes.
Pancakes!
She could remember eating them as a child, back before the Saiyans had attacked. Her mother would always serve them with a cheery smile and give her any choice of topping; and Bulma always chose the same topping - lemon and cinnamon.
Bulma blinked back to reality and became aware that Brolly was staring at her with a patient look on his face, indicating that she'd been daydreaming for some time. "Sorry." She apologized. "I was reminiscing." Bulma blushed slightly and looked up at Brolly through her eyelashes. "Uh, with those pancakes, do you think you can see if it's possible to get some lemon juice and cinnamon to go on them?" She shifted her weight nervously, certain that Brolly was going to laugh - instead he shrugged.
"Well, we've been exporting good and services…" Brolly blushed at this word and inadvertently looked at Bulma. "…From the Earth for several years now. No doubt we'll have the things you need."
"Really?" Bulma almost squealed in excitement and did do a little happy jig; she grinned cheerfully at Brolly and disappeared into the bathroom, kicking the door shut behind her. Dumping her clothes on the bathroom tiles she looked into the mirror at her face, her smile abruptly leaving it.
Why the hell am I getting so excited about food?
Bulma shrugged and shed her robe, which fluttered to the ground like a bird. She stepped over it and turned on the shower, not bothering to wait for the temperature to adjust as she fiddled with the knobs and stepped under the spray simultaneously. Of course! She knew why food was getting her so worked up! She hadn't eaten a decent breakfast in years! Food was scarce and pricey; almost everyone lived in poverty and ate canned food.
The blue haired wench sighed in relief as the warm spray beat down on her tense muscles, working the strain out of them. She wiped hair away from her eyes and began to soap up her body as she wondered what Vegeta was doing at this exact moment…

"You were with her last night, weren't you?" Zucchini hissed angrily at Vegeta, her beady black eyes flashing. She bunched her claw-like hands into fists and glared at him even harder – willing him to feel the mental barbs she was hurling at him. "Well I hope last night was wroth it, because I am never touching you until our wedding night!" Her voice rose to a shriek and Vegeta winced.
This was not the way he wanted to spend his breakfast - arguing with this bloody woman instead of eating the food that had been piled in front of him. Vegeta eyed the food in question, recognizing some of the food as Earth food. There were bacon rashes heaped to his left as well as those odd looking 'bread rolls' which he had encountered nowhere but on Earth.
Last night had been unexpected. Vegeta snatched a bread roll up and chewed on it as he thought of his Bulma. Of all the ways he'd expected Bulma to react to him reappearing in her suit, jumping him and letting him indulge in some SM had been the one thing he had never expected her to do. Gods…Bulma had been so wild last night; he hadn't even seen a hint of the sulky teenager who had put in an appearance at the banquet. She had been all woman! Vegeta let his eyes drift shut as he remembered, making sounds of agreement as Zucchini ranted on in a high pitched shrewish voice, unaware that his attention had drifted.
There had been something in her eyes that had worried him, though. He couldn't put his finger on what it was exactly, but there had definitely been something going on in that pretty little head of hers.
Maybe she had been thinking about killing him…
With surprise, Vegeta felt his own body tighten in pleasure at the thought of Bulma going feral, and his eyes flew open, a gasp escaping his mouth. What was wrong with him? He was the one who liked giving pain; he did not like receiving pain! He jammed the bread role in his mouth and picked up another.
"Vegeta? You weren't even listening were you?" Zucchini pouted at him like a spoiled child. She surveyed the food on the table as Vegeta had done earlier, only while he had looked almost longingly at the earth food, her lip curled, and she pointedly ignored it, choosing to eat only Saiyan food. The one exception being that she drank several cups of coffee.
- It only recently been discovered by the Saiyans that the delicious brew called 'coffee' was highly addictive to saiyans, and by that time the majority of their species who had tried coffee had become hopelessly addicted; Zucchini included -
Vegeta had never been fond of coffee; it wasn't that it tasted bad; it was just that he preferred other kinds of drinks for breakfast – like that delicious juice from 'apples.' Vegeta nodded to himself as he ate. If there was something to be admired about those weak little humans, it was that they had perfected the art of cooking.
"Vegeta?" The princess interrupted him yet again, this time with a soft feminine voice that was so un-like her usual voice that Vegeta actually paid attention to her. "Are seeing that human again today?" Zucchini smiled graciously at him, her voice a soft little purr.
Apparently, Vegeta guessed, Zucchini had decided to try to win him over by acting nice instead of shrewish. His eyes gleamed wickedly as he swallowed a mouth full of food and looked at his soon to be wife.
"Which human?" He dealt her a blank look, but inwardly he was bursting with amusement as Zucchini fumed, her face blooming an exotic shade of red.
"What. Do. You. Mean; 'Which human?'" Zucchini snarled as she banged her fork on the table after each word. Her pretense of being 'nice' evaporated, and her shrewish nature burst forth in an explosion of bad language. Vegeta watched in amusement as Zucchini took up her coffee cup and threw it at him in a similar manner to how Bulma had hurled hers last night.
Only this time the cup, and its burning hot contents, hit Vegeta square in the chest. The force of Zucchini's throw had enough power behind it to knock Vegeta off his chair and onto the floor below. The offending cup landed next to him and shattered into pieces. He gritted his teeth and stared up at the ceiling above him as the scalding coffee burnt him in his powered down state. Zucchini's footsteps grew louder, and she appeared above him with a gasp, her face showing her horror.
"Vegeta! I'm…I'm so s-s-sorry!" Zucchini stammered. Her hands shaking as she lifted them to her horrified face.
Vegeta ignored her as she reached down a helping hand, and he struggled to his feet by himself. He was barely able to restrain himself from launching into a tirade about incompetent females. Thank the gods that no one else had been in the room to witness this embarrassment. First, Bulma had humiliated him last night and hurled a wine goblet at him, and now Zucchini had all but done the same thing.
"I'm really losing my touch with the ladies," Vegeta mumbled to himself as he ignored Zucchini, who was flapping uselessly by his side, attempting to assist him clean the coffee off his shirt.
"I really am sorry, I…"
"You didn't think." Vegeta looked at her from under thunderous brows and brushed her aside as he strode agitatedly from the room. The coffee had burnt his already tender chest…damn Bulma with her candle wax, and damn Zucchini with her burning hot coffee. Geesh! What did those two do? Plan ways to humiliate him together, and then pretend to be enemies? Thanks to them he was going to have to go down to the damned med bay to get some balm. The last thing he needed was for this burn to blister.

A/N – Wow…this chapter was originally written about a year ago! Wowzers, I’ve been writing this thing for a long time! This is also a very very short chapter. I'm sorry.
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