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I'll be your woman	By : Vegetaswriter Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 6954 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2

            Bulma strutted into the kitchen with her head held high pretending not to notice the man sitting at the table eating large amounts of food that would make a earthling gape and worry; it no longer effected her since she grew accustomed to it from watching Goku scarf down tables with ease. She causally leaned back against the counter making sure her chest was pushed forward to fully show the swell of her breast. She sighed as she lightly twirled her index finger in the droplets of water left on the counter.

            Vegeta grumbled under his breath and raised a brow to the exotic woman. He growled as he took in her appearance, for the past few weeks he noticed her clothing became less and less around him. It drove him crazy, not in lust no on the contrary, it angered him. He was not a fool; he had in fact noticed her lingering day dream stares, the way her chest would puff out around him like some beast in heat. Her fertile aroma stunk up the room he occupied. It literally pissed him off and yet intrigued him. He growled he was nearing his patience with the woman.

            He had no time to play around with the earthling servant woman; his training came first and foremost. He could feel the super Sayian transformation under the fringes, he could taste it but there was something holding it back. He had to break what ever it was holding him back and achieve his birthright. But now here this woman was trying to gain his favor; he had thought of the idea countless times. It didn’t seem like such a bad idea; he already had taken room and board, nourishment, and training equipment why not enjoy some sexual gratification as well? No he would not give in to his basic needs; he needed to reach his birthright, then maybe…

            “What do you want woman?” Vegeta scoffed.

            Bulma tilted her head and smiled. “Nothing at all Vegeta, why do you ask?”

            Vegeta quirked a brow, interesting he thought the woman didn’t scream at him for not addressing her by name. Maybe she finally accepted that to him she was not an individual? No there was something behind all this he knew, he had to know; he wasn’t one for surprises. “Woman there must be a reason why you are here disturbing my meal with you’re disgusting pungent scent, and puffing out you’re chest like some ruffled pathetic bird.” Vegeta hissed.

            Bulma felt slightly dazed for a moment, Vegeta could smell her scent? This was interesting information. The crude remarks pushed aside Bulma’s curious nature came forth. “Smell my scent?” Bulma grinned and pushed herself from the counter. “You mean you can smell people from afar like a canine?” Bulma paused her speech as she came closer taking a seat at the table, she could see the discomfort in his stance but the fire in his eyes made her push forward. Oh she knew she was being bold, acting like she never had before; but she knew Vegeta wouldn’t understand the little human gestures and being bold would gain some if any respect from the stone man. She lowered her lashes and smirked with pouty lips. “What do I smell like Vegeta?” She whispered.

            “Like a common harlot in heat. Go shower and remove yourself from me.” Vegeta grounded out. “Or better yet call scar face over to do his job that he had been obliviously neglecting.”

            Bulma giggled as she lifted her arms behind her head once again pushing her chest outward. “My my Vegeta I guess you haven’t noticed but me and Yamcha are done, we have been for quite some time now.” Bulma looked over to Vegeta and gave him a sly smirk.

            Vegeta grunted filling his mouth with one of the many steaks on his plate. He chewed it and swallowed looking over at Bulma with lowered eyes. “I thought that loser was your mate?”

            Bulma let loose a low and light sigh. “Well you thought wrong Vegeta.” She gave a light laugh stretching her arms up to the ceiling; she didn’t miss when Vegeta eyed her bountiful chest. “I have been a free woman for sometime now Vegeta.”

            He growled. “I can smell that.” Vegeta stood allowing the chair to fall to the floor with a loud clunk, he almost chuckled when he smelt Bulma’s scent flare; the foolish woman believed he would try to take her to his bed. He felt like playing a little he didn’t see the harm in doing so; it wouldn’t interfere with his training. He sauntered over to Bulma’s chair pulling her up by her arms to crush her chest to his. He faltered momentarily when he felt her pressed to him and took in her scent, it inflamed his nostrils and a chill of excitement made its way down below his waist. Had it truly been this long since he felt a woman? He quelled the sudden itching pleased with the control he held over his body and leaned into the woman. “I suggest you find a solution to your problem woman. I am sure the bald headed midget or swine would be more than willing.” He chuckled as he nipped her ear.

            Bulma quivered when she felt Vegeta’s heated breath on her shoulder, she whined when his mouth made contact with her ear; she vaguely even realized Vegeta spoken to her, just the feel of that harsh and deep voice made her core awaken. Then she stood cold and alone, not one trace of the Sayian man. She did the one thing she could, she nearly threw a tantrum screaming outright and stomping her foot. “That asshole!”

            She knew it would be hard to get Vegeta, but she didn’t think it would be as frustrating as this to bed the man. Instead of being shot down flat out the bastard played with her. He made her nearly fall against his chest and beg him to take her! Suddenly a thought dawned on her, he almost made her crumbled with little words and dominate aggression; what could have he done to her if he wasn’t toying with her? She shivered but then another realization crossed her mind; she felt Vegeta slightly trembled as he crushed her to him; could it be the man made of ice and stone felt the earning as well? Her tantrum gave away to her smirk.

            “Oh Bulma dear what’s wrong? Why do you look like you’re going to steal Christmas tress?” Bulma shook her head to look at her befuddling mother.

            “What? Steal Christmas trees?” Bulma nearly stumbled her words in her confusion. She knew her mother wasn’t the brightest but she knew her mother wouldn’t be as… Silly? Bulma sighed at times her brilliant mind couldn’t process the correct terms for her mother.

            “Yes steal Christmas trees, because that look on you’re face sweetie was just like the Grinch from that Christmas special.” Bunny tilted her head and giggled sweetly.

            Bulma nearly palmed her face. Leave it to her dear mother to say such things. Bulma looked up and smiled. “Don’t worry mom I’ll be fine.”

            “You weren’t pestering Mr. Vegeta again were you dear? You know he needs to keep up his training.” Bunny looked over to the table and tsked at her daughter. “He didn’t even finish his lunch, that poor young handsome boy is going to be starving.” Bunny moved forward, being the domestic goddess she was begun to wrap the food and clear the table. “You know dear he needs all the energy he can get, you shouldn’t be bothering him.” Bunny stood straight for a moment. “You know dear you should go into that thingy of his and apologize for the disturbance.” Bunny cocked her head and smiled sweetly at her daughter.

            Bulma growled for a moment with the thought of apologizing to the prick, but then again it may have its advantages. “Yes mom I think I will.”

            Bunny watched her daughter march out of the kitchen with vigor, and she couldn’t help the grin that came. “Oh I love playing match maker; maybe finally I can have some grandchildren running around in the place.” Bunny giggled and continued on her cleaning and packing.

            Vegeta growled; how did that little woman make him need so much? Why is it now finally affecting him so hard? It was her damn scent it had to be. He could smell her ovulation her hormones screaming at him to state their need. Vegeta grunted. He did like how she looked, her blue eyes ablaze with fury, her thick lips begging to be bitten, and her supple body. She had what was prized in space large breast, trim waist, and swollen hips ready to bare children, and those legs. Vegeta shouted out in frustration sending one of the training bots to the floor sparks flying forth. He hated how his mind repelled what he wanted, to rid himself of thoughts of the temptress.

            He hated how weak it made him feel, it was disturbing. He would not be like that third class Kakarot who soiled his Sayian genes by creating a dirty half breed with inferior beings. He needed to kill his cravings. He needed to become stronger. As he flew up for a perfectly executed roundhouse he heard the machine power down, and under the power he used to fight against the high gravity he propelled himself to the ceiling efficiently knocking his head hard against the reinforced metal; he was taken fully unawares. Vegeta slowly descended down to the floor holding his wounded head hearing the woman of his thoughts laugh. “How dare you laugh at me you pathetic woman!” Vegeta roared, it was one thing to be teased by her, but to hear her laugh at him was a whole different manner. He moved forward with immeasurable speed and grasped her by her throat. Efficiently stopping her amusement and making her fear. “I will not tolerate anyone laughing at me! Do you understand fool?!” He growled under his breath as he moved his head in further, taking in the scent of her fear, satisfied there was no traces of arousal. He grinned showing off his canine. “Is it funny now woman? Are you excited now?”

            Bulma gulped, never before had Vegeta held her like this or showed any fury. Usually it was all just a game to him to pester her and criticize her. Had laughing at him really brought out his fury? Then she remembered Vegeta was a slave to the tyrant Frezia; then she understood his fury. For years he must have dealt with the laughter and snickers from people he considered higher ranked then him, and to hear her; a woman of no physical fighting power mock him was beyond what he could handle. At times it was easy for her to forget exactly what and who Vegeta really is. Mental note taken and this time will not be forgotten. Bulma lifted a shaky hand and lightly placed it on Vegeta’s arm. She fought for air as she spoke. “Please Vegeta, let me go.”

            Vegeta watched as Bulma turned an interesting shade of pink and for an instant he realized what he was truly doing. He was choking the life from her; he listened as she strained to speak calmly, watched as she tried to take large gulps of air in her deprived lungs. He let her go. He did it not because she was going to die, not because he cared for her, not because he needed someone to fix the gravity simulator; he could always muscle her father into doing it. No he let her go because he wanted to live. Vegeta scoffed; yes it was true he wished to live and no doubt if he had killed her Kakarot would come down in that glorious super Sayian form and kill him outright for taking the life of his dear friend, and of course the woman would be resurrected by the magic of seven special balls. “Leave me woman! Go race off elsewhere, you’re presents disgust’s me.”

            Bulma looked up at Vegeta all her courage screamed at her to fight the man, cuss him out, and demand an apology for his stupidity; but the intelligence told her to go. The look that was in Vegeta’s eyes told her everything she needed to know then, he would kill her if further provoked. He wasn’t a man that gave threats lightly spoken or silent.

            With as much dignity she could muster Bulma stood crossed her arms and flung her hair at the Sayian. Her body language was enough for him to get the message ‘whatever.’ As childish as it was Vegeta understood with a sneer and growl his way of saying ‘fuck off.’

            Bulma sighed as relieved he was finally out of the sphere; she leaned against the machine idling touching her sore throat with the tips of her fingers. How could she have been so stupid? She was only suppose to go in there tease him to the point her kicked her out, or dragged her to a room. But no she slipped and laughed. She should have known better! She sank to her butt upon ground and tilted her head to look at her masterpiece the object of Vegeta’s desires, the gravity simulator, her rival she scoffed. Rivaled with a machine, how stupid.

            Any smart woman would drop their mission about now, and run away looking for the next, ah not her. No she was stupid enough to continue on; maybe she was slightly masochistic? It didn’t matter; she could see the grand prize, Vegeta. What a strange relationship they will have she giggled. No this wouldn’t stop her in the slightest bit instead it became apart of her limited knowledge of the feisty man; something she would use to keep a upper hand in future situations after all this was a learning progress.

            Bulma stood taking deep breaths and jolted when she felt the machine shake under the power of the man held within. She smirked; she wanted to feel that power within her. She groaned and palmed her face from the cheesy line she came up with. When did she become so hopeless? For now she needed to distract herself from the man and her work was a great place to do it; she had far too many projects waiting.

            Vegeta growled as he hung a towel from his neck he finished training a few hours prior, only doing light workouts as he aired out the humid machine by keeping the entrance wide open. His stomach let loose a loud grumble; he didn’t go into the compound for his dinner, instead he trained until the sun set and the night came. He stretched his body making his descent down the ramp, a few steps out and he felt a power. He growled; Kakarot was here, and that woman beside him. Vegeta quickly moved over to where he sensed them ensuring he stayed hidden. No doubt in his mind the woman was telling Kakarot what he had done today. He snarled and listened taking quick glances over the siding watching the duo.

            Bulma sighed once again. “Goku-chan I told you nothing happened.”

            “Bulma there is markings all over your neck. Tell me please what happened? Did Vegeta do this to you?” Goku growled.

            “No Goku. I told you this was done… Ummm. Goku you wouldn’t like it if I told you.” Bulma stated and crossed her arms.

            “I’m not leaving until you tell me Bulma.” Goku stood firm; he knew that Bulma and Vegeta would end up together, well not together but end up coming together to create Trunks. But he still felt slightly uneasy about Bulma housing Vegeta. He knew deep down Vegeta had a good side to him, it would just take some work, and if anyone could really save Vegeta would he his brilliant friend Bulma; but he still worried over her safety.

            “Son Goku you came here for a fluctuation radar to see the results of you’re training now you have it, go home. I am perfectly fine, this.” Bulma pointed to her bruised and sore neck. “This is nothing Goku, and it wasn’t done by Vegeta okay. And if you must know, I enjoy things on the rougher side in the bedroom and this was the outcome. Okay?” Bulma stood her ground, as much as she tried not to she smirked at the quite predominate blush on her friends cheeks.

            “Ummm….” Goku fiddled with his fingers looking for anything to change the subject.

            “Go home Goku, as much as I love seeing you I have some important things to do before I go to bed.” Bulma smiled and lightly touched Goku’s bicep giving it a slight squeeze.

            “Okay Bulma, thank you for the radar. It will help Gohan out a lot.”

            Bulma watched her old dear friend give his signature grin as he raised two fingers on her forehead and vanished into thin air. Bulma sighed. “I wish I knew how to do that technique.”

            “Woman I didn’t realize you were a liar. I thought it was severally frowned upon in you’re little human standards?” Bulma shivered as she heard the deep voice behind her; only a few steps away.

            “I didn’t want him to know.” Bulma’s voice came as a near whisper.

            Vegeta chuckled. “Awe how cute.” He mocked. “Trying to protect me?”

            Bulma turned and grunted. “Maybe I have some faith in you Vegeta. That maybe one day you will see all the good offered to you.”

            “Foolish woman, there are no such thing as good; only strength and weaknesses. The weak know their place and that is to serve the strong.” Vegeta crossed his arms and turned to leave.

            “Hey Vegeta wait!” Bulma stretched out her arm trying to gain the attention of the Sayian prince. “I just want you to know I wasn’t mocking you.”

            Vegeta frowned and turned looking at the woman.

            Bulma continued on. “I know it must have been hard for you when you worked for Frezia, and that it must have reminded you of that time. But I wasn’t mocking you, I think highly of you Vegeta, and I guess I just wanted to say I am sorry if I made you feel bad.”

            Vegeta tilted his head at the woman a dazed look on his features. Apologizing to him? He scoffed and placed on a forced smirk. “Make me feel bad? You honestly thought you hurt my feelings?” Vegeta started to laugh shaking his head at the woman. “You think a foolish little girl like you can hurt my feelings.” His laughter grew. “Silly human girl. To hurt my feelings I need to have them in the first place.” Vegeta turned once again readying himself to leave the woman. “Don’t loose any sleep of it human.” He placed a finger under his chin to mimic deep thought. “As you earthlings would say you need your beauty sleep, because by the cosmos if you loose any I do not want to think how horrific you will look.” Vegeta faked a shudder. “You’re hideous enough.” He tilted his head back to give Bulma a sideway glance and laughed harder as he saw the furious flush on her face.

            Bulma stomped her foot and with a loud shriek she pointed to Vegeta. “You awful jerk! How dare you!” Bulma clenched her fist. “I am one of the most beautiful women in this universe!”

            Vegeta laughed louder at the woman and waved her off as he walked inside the compound. He could still hear her fuming outside and he congratulated himself on a job well done. As he passed a window on the upper level he glanced out seeing Bulma still standing in the same spot grumbling to herself. She was beautiful Vegeta mused; even more when her face was flushed in anger. A quick flash of the woman below him made him twitch; what would her exotic features look like? Vegeta grunted and shook his head. He needed to regain himself, his hormones were beginning to take over; he winced with the thought, he wasn’t some animal. He was a super elite, he should have more control over his body. He growled looking away from the window and made his way to his bed.
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