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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 4

Let the game begin.

            Bulma strutted around the complex taking a very hard earned day off from all inventing and fixing. She made it quite a show that today will be the day she did absolutely nothing by announcing it at the breakfast table the day before and even tacking a note on the mighty prince’s door stating the solid fact. She let her hair down, no cosmetics, no perfumes, not even high prized clothing; she was bumming it today.

            She lounged around on her couch flipping through channels searching for anything to watch, many of the shows she was lost on what was happening, never having the time to follow the show’s beginning. So she found something she could follow quite easily, the history and discovery channels. She watched documentaries on animals, space, and historical events while munching down on her little guilty pleasures of pastries.

            She stuck with her plan, through out the day she will have no accomplishments, greet everyone for dinner, and set her plan into action. She smirked and chuckled when a special involving the primate family came on. Maybe she thought she should get a pad and take notes.

            She sighed from time to time when she would hear Vegeta pass by, grunting and calling her ‘lazy’. Her devious thoughts came into play, but she promised herself, Vegeta will gain no attention from her on this day, not even a simple glance.

            Vegeta grunted leaning up against the door frame staring at the woman, strange he thought. He knew damn well the woman knew he was there, and not even a remark from her, no ‘nice ass’ or ‘wanna play with me’ it confused him. Maybe she finally understood she was far too lowly for him, and moved on. He felt something inside brew, an emotion he understood well. Who had taken the woman’s interest from him?

            He pushed himself from the wall, set on getting a rise from the girl. “Well look at that, I can practically see the fat forming on your lazy hideous ass.”

            Bulma shrugged.

            He raised a brow. “Well…. Aren’t you going to shout at me? Defend yourself woman?”

            Another shrug was what he got.

            He growled. “Useless humans!” He had bitten out the words. “Are you finally broken woman?”

            Bulma stretched out, blatantly ignoring the man behind her, waiting for him to give up. Her wait wasn’t as long as she thought, with a huff he stormed off, no doubt to go back to his only love, the gravity chamber. Bulma started to snicker, Bulma one, Vegeta nothing. Time for phase two.

            She raced upstairs, calling a few numbers; finally she got what she wanted. With a sly smirk she gave the time. Stripping down her house wear, it was time to glam up.

            Vegeta stomped into the complex sniffing out his dinner. The woman got under his skin, how dare she ignore him! Him of all people! The goddamn prince of Sayians ignored by a worthless sexy human! Wait sexy… Vegeta groaned palming his face. He groaned again upon hearing the chirpy voice of the blonde woman nearly singing to him to take a seat and enjoy his meal.

            Vegeta paid no mind to the couple before him, instead concentrating on getting the nourishments in his system, he hasn’t eaten this good since he lived on his planet. Tablets were a far cry from the real deal. He blocked out the mindless chatter until her name was brought to the table.

            “Hunny where is Bulma? Shouldn’t we wait for her before eating?” Dr. Briefs raised a brow over his newspaper.

            “Oh sweetie, Bulma is going out on a date with that brain doctor tonight.” She smiled wearily over to Vegeta, not missing the pause.

            “Hn.” Vegeta once again continued his feeding, jealously started to raise its ugly head with the new information. He only just found out what dating meant here, and this woman was going to be draping herself over this pathetic human male, when she was his! Wait… his? Suddenly he lost his appetite; with a shove away from the table, ignoring the questions from the elder woman and left.

            Bulma stood at her mirror studying her looks; damn she was hot. Her cocktail dress hugged her curves perfectly leaving nothing to the imagination. The collar was v-shaped and low to enhance the length of her neck, her strap cris-crossed heels hugged her ankles, and her hair pinned up with sections of her bangs hanging loose. Her makeup applied perfectly enough to make a makeup artist jealous, no jewelry she found that it gave something for people to look at when she wanted their utmost attention on her. Red was her color. She spun around like a giddy young girl kicking back one leg in a mock pose, yeah she was perfection all right, every man dreams in the flesh.

            She came out of her self inspection from the vibration of her cell, flipping it open she read the text saying her date was approaching the complex. She let out a light squeal and raced for her hand bag. Her last thought was solely on the Prince. If she was correct, Vegeta would be already close to the door looking to see his ‘rival’ and watch the interaction between them. He would be playing into her hands if she was correct.

            Vegeta stalked back and forth around the living quarters, he felt the low signal of someone’s approach; he growled deep, the man was a weakling! He warred with himself, should he go and check things out, should he stay here and never mind the woman, why the hell was he questioning himself?! He heard Bulma giggle as she raced down the stairs, her scent hit him hard; no perfume, it was all her, au natural. He growled he could taste her excitement; she should only be excited for me! Before he could register what he was doing, he was speeding past the woman, and yanking the door open before the startled man could knock. “What do you want?”

            Bulma wanted to shout out her victory, to bounce around like a mindless ‘tigger’ and scream her joy; oh yeah the prince was hers. She looked over to the poor man ready to jump out of his skin and run away. She couldn’t really blame him, here stood Vegeta, poised and ready to gut out a throat, tight firm powerful muscles flexed, teeth bared with uncontained fury. Bulma shuddered, better yet, the Prince was topless showing off all his glorified scarred skin, battles won. He was dominance in the flesh and poor little David hadn’t a chance; nor did she under that powerful form.

            “I… I… Is Bulma here?” David stumbled, built enough courage to speak to that beast before him.

            “Oh Vegeta leave him be.” Bulma laughed trying to dispel the tension and fear. “Don’t mind him David, he still hasn’t learned how to be civilized, growing up in a jungle will do that to you right, Vegeta?” Bulma placed her hand on the powerful shoulder and her knees almost buckled from the sheer force and heat of the man.

            Vegeta snapped his head to Bulma, a moment passed where he forgot about the male before him, coming to take his female. He was awed by her appearance and scent, she was breathtaking. Even the galactic nations would fall to their knees before this creature; but he was a Sayian. He growled and just about to snap a witty comeback but was halted once again by the woman. She deictically laid a hand on his lips to silent him, his lips tingled under the touch, he wanted to taste the pads of her finger tips, bathe them with his tongue. But he was a Sayian male. He snapped his teeth at her.

            “See still quite savage.” Bulma gave him a wide warming smile and stepped forward to David. “Don’t stay up waiting for me.” She winked and blew him a kiss goodbye.

            The rage he felt bubbled inside him, threatening to erupt and spill. He watched as the human gave the woman flowers, and helped her into the car. He spat his disgust, silly human courtships. On Vegetisie the courtship was of scents, if they compliment one another then they mated, impregnate, and then leave plain and simple. No stupid dead flowers and silly dinners at fancy restaurants and devoting the rest of ones life to each other.

            He growled and sniffed once again, the woman’s scent, voided of any perfumes; he liked it, it was subtle for a human, it smelt oddly enough like one of his treats he enjoyed as a child on his home planet. He slammed the door shut, closing off his sense’s, no he would not, he will not contemplate coupling with the earth girl; just a taste…
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