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I'll be your woman	By : Vegetaswriter Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 6945 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3

Vegeta was simple and yet so difficult all in the same, I didn't fully understand as of yet why it was becoming more and more harder for me to gain what I utmost desired. Then again I'm just fooling myself once again; I knew he wanted me, I could see it in his eyes; how they linger on my person making me feel stripped off all clothing, standing before him under his strict scrutiny searching for any flaw that may lay under my clothing. He could look all he wanted; I know I am perfection in the flesh. I did say beforehand I was quite egotistical, a trait me and the Prince shared. Sometimes I wondered how our egos could fit in my home.

He is slowly wearing down; I know it as a matter of fact. Just simple flashes in his eyes tell me so; he is second guessing himself, not as too sure why he was denying my obvious offer to be a bed-mate. Still he keeps his resolve; he will become a Super Saiyan. It's a resolve I wish to destroy and dismantle, to convert and sooth; I want him to reach the status of the legends of his people, and I want him to be at his best because I deserve no less. I shudder from time to time just thinking about that power above me, it's thrilling to say the least. Yes unlike Chichi who dreams that one day her husband would stop the fighting and play the role as the dutiful husband; I want Vegeta to remain as a warrior, to come home smelling of sweat and battle, to know one of the most powerful and fear men in the universe was mine, and mine only as he crushes his powerful lips to my own and takes me in a wild manner; just like any woman, I have daydreams, only one day they will be real. What can I say, I've been spoiled since birth; something that will never change.

His trust I have gained, in a way I didn't think I would. It was a simple accident Vegeta was there to hear me lie to Goku to cover his ungrateful ass. But it worked in my favor, so I cannot complain. It didn't dawn on me at first that I had accomplished my first mission in my plan; I was down right hopping mad at his snide remarks to realize that I had. Once I finished my ranting about his ungratefulness to the blank space that Vegeta once stood, I allowed my scientific mind to start up. The only reason why I'll never hear a simple little 'thank you' to leave his lips is because he saw it as a sign of weakness, it showed that he needed something and his appreciation. The Prince of all Saiyans would never say such words of gratitude, and it is something I would have to deal with once I gain him as my own.

I could only smile knowing without a shadow of doubt I gained his trust, now I need to gain the rest. Slow steps, one by one, with each one I get closer and closer to the all mighty Prince, my Prince. He was a far cry from the fairy tale prince I once dreamed off as a child. He is more of a seasoned general by our standards; commanding, regal, and held the air of utmost importance; I wondered briefly if we were like the story of Cleopatra and Mark Antony? Then I scoffed realizing that we were a far cry from the duo. Cleopatra the beautiful Queen of the Nile; that of course being myself, and Mark Antony the love sick fool denying his King of Rome to be with Cleopatra; of course this role didn't ring true for Vegeta, first off he wasn't a fool in love, he was a fool in denial.

To say he loves me is a full out untrue and bold statement; so I will stay clear of that term. First off he needs to learn what love means and experience it before he could dip into those unknown waters, and rest assured I will be there to hold his hand as he makes his first steps. No, love is far from his grasp right now, but one day.

For now I will take his lust, for now I will satisfy the all mighty Prince's needs once he finally crumbles in my allure. He is weakening, as I said before I can see it. From time to time I can feel something touch my hair, easily mistaken for the wind, but it has become more frequent. Just the simplest of tugs, and before I could react there's nothing there. I watch him when he thinks I am nowhere in sight, I can see his internal conflict grumbling to himself like a crazed man down the street. Near to the point of sulking. It's cute really, he wars with a battle that he had already lost the moment I touched his bare chest and felt his heart.

I gain a horrible hobby it's true, honestly I feel as bad as Roshi; but now I can sympathize with the old pervert, now I know how he feels to see the object, well in his case objects of his desires and unable to do a damn thing about it only watch from afar and enjoy the view; but unlike Roshi, I will gain my object of desire. I watch him as he trains, watch as the sweat rolls down that perfected olive body, watch as he continues his crazed dance of war time and time again. At times I do more than watch, I writhe on my comfy chair, touching myself in places, I can for now, only dream of him doing. I love the way his powerful muscles flex and twitch after a long hard session of intense training, I enjoy watching him gulp down a bottle of water, god the way his Adams apple bob up and down. It is wrong I know, it is obsessive and filthy but I cannot help myself.

Only once I watch his resolve crack, yet again sitting down for my dirty private show I watched. I undid my blouse, it was becoming far too tight for my liking as I watch him stretch out his body in an upwards kick, Kami the way that body glides. It makes me want to take up Martial Arts just to spar with him. I closed my eyes for a brief moment to picture his rough large hands cupping my bosoms, so lost in my daydreams I missed the beginning. I opened my eyes expecting his typical training, shocked to see it was very different type of training going on. He was leaning against the siding, his hand inside his shorts slowly pulling; I nearly came then and there. I trained my eye like a Hawk, never peeling them away from the monitor as I watch his most private moment. His need was evident, as well as mine. I only wished he would remove those sinful shorts of his, and expose himself to me. Yet again it was left as a mystery to me, I wonder is he small, average, or large? I wanted to know how he looked in the throw of an orgasm; will he arch, shout, or grunt? How did it taste? These were once again unanswered. He sneered to himself yanking his hand away, and flopped to the floor staring hatefully at his groin. Perhaps he was thinking it was lowly for a Prince to get off on his own? I would be more than happy to help him.

I smirked once I realized what in-fact he was doing to himself. He would not allow himself to gain release, yet he teased himself for it. He was only fueling his fire higher, not something one should do if they wanted to keep their firm resolve. It just made it easier for me to worm myself in his bed, which lets be honest, is mine. I bought it, it's in my house, therefore it is mine and if I so choose to sleep on a bed I bought then who really can stop me? It's mine.

I let the weeks fly by, and my seduction became no less; with all the practice I have been gaining I could tune it to a fine art. Simple conversations about upgrades have become little games for me, to slide in raunchy innuendo, and quick peeks of my ample bosom, and curvy bottom. A quick lick on my plump rouge lip and 'bedroom' eyes would always get a snort and a disgusted remark, but I know those remarks were fronts, simple little lies he told himself, grasping at straws to reaffirm his resolve. But we both know they mean nothing.

The sooner he stops lying to himself and accept the fact that he is in-fact mine the sooner we can get to the ultimate goal, our long awaited release. Sometimes my mind will go into worse case scenario, what if he is awful in bed? And that is why he avoided bedroom play like it's the plague? Even if so, like all animals, he could be trained. I couldn't help the wicked grin even if I tired.

As much as I like our little cat and mouse game, it was starting to ware me down. The anticipation, and need for this man has been getting to me; I needed to speed things up, I needed to get it all into action; I was near suffocating with the pure unadulterated need for that man, that alien of a man. Which the idea came quick, I am after-all a genius. Vegeta has grown quite accustomed to my flirtation, and overdriven body. He was use to all my attention. It was time to try something different, it was either going to make it or break it. I didn't see any other solutions other than raping him in his sleep. And the idea has been passed around in my head countless times, but if I do so it would wound his pride and take away from his manhood; no the all mighty Prince needed that control, he needed to feel he was all that is man, and who am I to take that from my dark Prince?

So I decided to do Bulma's insight, then regular written chapters and continue the flow, I like it. I am doing my damnest to keep Bulma to her true self and as I see her.

Thank you very much for the reviews, I really do love them. Makes me feel all tingly inside haha. The next chapter will be up within this week.

Inko- I feel the same, I loved watching them in the series, it always made me smile seeing them together. Thank you for the review. I hope you enjoyed.

Mjmusiclover- Thank you for you're reviews, you have been reviewing since the beginning, thank you. I am glad you like this.

Elleelle- Yes Bulma does always gets what she wants, she is a spoiled princess, and I will give her what she wants ;) hand it over to her on a golden platter! Hehehe

Preciousjade76- Yes another B/V fic lol, I hope you enjoy, and thank you for reviewing.

Till next in a land far, far away V.W
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