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The Three Year Gap	By : MileenaCroft Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 5271 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: Thank you SilverSakura for my first review XD I'm really happy you like it and I hope you enjoy this chapter too! On another note we finally get a sexual scene. I tried to handle it tastefully (rather than getting down right dirty with it) here's hoping it worked XD. Enjoy guys!

Bulma began working hard in order to find a mixture that could recreate or even better, enhance Vegeta’s armour, after a couple of hours it became clear to the intelligent female that this task was going to be more difficult than she and her father initially thought.
            “Well it’s fair to say I won’t be finding my answer tonight,” she thought aloud.
Laid across the desk that she situated herself at, were numerous varieties of materials each varying from one another; some were fluffy, a few were stiff and unable to bend and others would tear when Bulma attempted to handle them.
            “I think Dad was joking when he told me he had thought this through…” she raised an eyebrow to her work, “But, there’s no point in chasing him down – he’ll be busy working on the pod. I’ll just wait until he comes to check on me,”
Leaving the failed experimentations on the table, she shimmed over to the paper board that stood tall on a tripod, grabbing a red marker pen she began plotting out ways in which to help Vegeta.
            ‘He seems fond of the drones,’ she mused, ‘Maybe we could use those out in a wasteland somewhere… But, in order to do that,’ she flipped around and began searching through the drawers that rested under the metal counter which ran along the back of the lab, ‘I’ll need to check the original blue prints and see if there’s a way to anchor them so they don’t fly off into nearby cities,’.
Hoping that they were still intact she continued in her searches, finding no sign of them she hurried over to the intercom to call her father; the intercom in the lab had more functions than the one on the balcony, this one could reach the other buildings owned by Capsule Corp as well as the intercoms in the Briefs home. However, when speaking through the intercom it could be heard all over Capsule Corp home but only if intended could it be heard in the neighbouring buildings. She pushed the button down labelled ‘Engineering lab building 3’;
            “Dad, buzz back to me if you have five minutes…” she spoke with little urgency.
Within moments her father replied, “Yes dear, what do you need?”
            “It’s about Vegeta’s training… do you remember where we put the blueprints for the exercise drones? I’ve searched the drawers and it doesn’t seem to be on any of the desks…”
            “Hmmm… I’m not sure dear I could –“
            “Miss Briefs,” a voice buzzed through interrupting Dr Briefs, the red light beside the label ‘Research lab building 3’ began flashing, “ It’s Hanzo Khan here… We’ve stolen them for a short while, we thought we could research ways to improve their infrastructure… would you like me to fax the plans through to you?”
Bulma wondered for a moment, “Hmmm, that won’t be necessary actually,” a plan had filtered into her head, “But could I ask a favour of you?”
            “Certainly Miss Briefs,”
            “Could you tell me if they have magnetic properties? I can’t remember…”
            “One second I can check that for you,”
There was a moment of suspense as Bulma patiently waited for the reply she wanted.
            “It appears so Miss Briefs, is there a particular reason you need this information? I could look into that for you,” the polite employee offered.
Bulma grinned, “Oh yes please Hanzo! I imagine the magnetic energy is fairly weak since they have been designed for the pods only –“
            “Correct,” he added.
            “So could you increase this for me? I will be working on plans to create anchors for the drones so when Vegeta trains outside they won’t fly off somewhere,” she chuckled.
            “Absolutely. I will get started on that right away and it shouldn’t take me too long!”
            “Great,” Bulma giggled, “There’s no rush of course I’m sure our house guest won’t mind taking a break from all his training,”
She knew Vegeta would be able to hear her conversation and wanted to send him a slight message that although she is happy to help him, she’s not his slave.
            “I can believe that!” Hanzo laughed, “He must be super human or something I heard the guy never stops! But let’s not get onto that subject,” he spoke indicating he simultaneously rolled his eyes, “The press are already accusing us of experimenting on the poor guy,” he laughed whole heartedly down the intercom, “Anyway, I won’t keep you any longer Miss Briefs, feel free to buzz through to me if plans change! I’ll be working in the research facilities for a few weeks I believe,”
            “Thank you Hanzo!” her tone rose in pitch.
            “You’re most welcome!”
The petite female flipped around and stalked back over to the paper board.
            ‘Hopefully these drones will be useful until the full gravity chamber is constructed. Although I’m going to need some sort of device to track Vegeta’s progress. If his training isn’t sufficient enough I need a way to realise that, there’s no use in wasting time on methods that aren’t working,’
In thought, she began tapping the marker pen on her chin, ‘Keeping measurements of his muscles could indicate any improvements… but Ki is more important in this case. How on Earth am I going to do that?’
Bulma lifted her head and paused her thoughts. Something in the room had changed and caused her to tense up. She narrowed her thin blue eyebrows and flicked her gaze at various things in front of her.
            ‘What is… that?’ she couldn’t quite put a name to what it was she was feeling.
A familiar wave of heat rushed over her delicate body to which she flicked her head around to face the laboratory door. Watching her was none other than the Mad Saiyan.
            “What are you doing Vegeta?” Bulma questioned seeming slightly uneasy.
He began slowly entering the lab, his attention turned to the counter that ran along the wall of the lab, dragging his fingers along the length of the counter he studied the various equipment as he made his way closer to Bulma.
            “I heard my name being mentioned,” he hissed, “And my understanding is that you haven’t yet thought of a useful method of training,”
Feeling insecure Bulma crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow to him, “For your information I’ve only been working on this for the past five minutes… And you’re only serving to be a distraction,” she turned her back on Vegeta, “So you can leave now,”
Silence swept over the lab and Bulma was unsure whether Vegeta had left, regardless she attempted to concentrate on more ideas however she couldn’t help but feel like she was pretending.
            “Measuring Ki?” Vegeta’s warm breath rolled down the nape of Bulma’s neck.
Realising it was too late to save herself she scrunched her face with embarrassment and hoped Vegeta would ignore the change in her scent.
            “How exactly do you plan on doing that?” his cold voice reassured Bulma.
With a narrowed face she flipped around to find that the Prince was standing directly behind her.
            “Do you have to creep up on me like that?” she scoffed giving her best attempt at seeming annoyed.
Vegeta scowled at her, “Is it my fault your human ears are so pathetic that you couldn’t hear me approach?”
            “I thought such pettiness was beneath you?” Bulma raised an eyebrow and smirked, “It’s unlike you to hurl insults at me like that,”
His tense expression dropped and Bulma could sense he was struggling for words, “I guess you annoy me that much,” he growled.
Lifting her slim hand to her mouth, she began giggling, “There’s another one,” Vegeta became increasingly frustrated with himself which only amused Bulma more, “Just remember Vegeta you’re the one who came in here on your own accord… “
Vegeta muttered something to himself that Bulma couldn’t quite make out, he strode away from her to the other side of the lab. Again he began inspecting things that spread across the desk.
            “Are you looking for something?” Bulma wondered.
            “I hate to say it but I’m impressed,” he dribbled.
            ‘Did I hear him right?’… “Impressed? With what?”
She watched as he continued scanning, “I was under the impression that this Planet’s technology was far inferior to that of Frieza’s,” there was a brief pause, “But these plans suggest otherwise,”
Her blue eyes widened at Vegeta’s confession, “Wow… did Vegeta just compliment me?”
He snapped his head around to her but didn’t say anything; instead he looked at her in confusion.
            “Technology as sophisticated as this can only be found here… You should feel privileged… Prince,” she flashed him a wink to which he tensed up.
Turning around she gave the paper board a look over concentrating mainly on the ‘measuring ki’ concept.
            “I was thinking I could take a sample of your blood,” she glanced back and realised she was speaking to herself, “Never mind,” she huffed disappointed that he didn’t stay longer.
            ‘I wish he would stop doing that,’ her attention turned back to the mind map, ‘I hate the way he keeps appearing and disappearing… Why doesn’t he just accept that he likes my company? It’s nothing to be ashamed of…’
Scrunching her face she shook her head lightly as a way of clearing her mind, distractions would only slow her down and it was already getting pretty late. But how could she not think of Vegeta when her work is based on him?
            ‘Okay that’s it!’ throwing her marker down on the desk she stormed her way out of the lab, ‘I’m taking a bath’
She tossed her lab coat onto the hanger just before the lab door and exited. She began rubbing her temples with frustration, ‘I need to stop this. I’m acting like an angsty teenager… For Gods sake Bulma you’re a woman! Take control!’
She entered the plainly decorated bathroom – this one featured both a shower and bathtub, Bulma decided to run the bath and began preparing her things such as towels and fresh bed clothes.
          ‘But he’s so difficult… even if he was mildly interested in me there’s no way he would tell. And I’d end up looking like a fool and Yamcha would never let that go,’
She dropped a purple coloured bath bomb into the running water and watched it explode into bubbles.
            ‘Oh Bulma just think about it… imagine if he held me with those arms… and kissed me with those lips…’ as the temperature of the room increased with the heat of the water and the thoughts of Vegeta warmed her body, she became lightheaded forcing her to open the window.
After a few minutes the bath had filled to her preferred level so she cut off the water. She hung her woollen grey towels on the hanger and tossed her clothes into the hamper that rested beside the sink in the middle of the back wall. She carefully climbed into the bathtub on the left of the room, the hot water began turning her usually porcelain skin into a red shade as she dipped her entire body under the water. She gently tilted her head back onto the cushion that rested on the side of the tub, she began meditating attempting to relax herself but struggled as the light of the room wouldn’t allow her to focus. Leaning up she reached for the shower curtain and pulled it across the tub to block it out.
Exhaling and closing her eyes softly, Bulma tried her best to keep her mind blank but was constantly presented with the scowling face of the Prince, ‘I can’t get him out of my head!’ she cried silently.
Her mind began scanning Vegeta, his face, his body all of which began driving Bulma crazy, ‘What am I going to do?’ she hopelessly wondered, ‘Okay, I want him… I really, really want him,’
Accepting defeat she racked her hands through her lose wavy hair. The idea of Vegeta touching and kissing her wouldn’t leave her mind, it was only a matter of time before Bulma would succumb to her body’s need. Loosening her grip on her hair, she stroked her tender fingers down her neck and continued moving south. Her legs began wriggling against one another as a part of Bulma wanted to fight her urges, but she didn’t stop her hands from caressing herself. The fantasy of Vegeta playing with her grew in intensity and Bulma could no longer resist. She lay her fingers over her womanhood and began rubbing with a circular motion, applying pressure to all the right places Bulma’s body responded delightfully. Despite the tub of hot water, she could feel the tingling and pulsing of her body. Flooding her mind with ideas of herself with Vegeta she quickened her pace, she wanted Vegeta to kiss every inch of her body and hold her as if he was never going to let go. Soon her light moans became heavier with lust and she had lost herself in this fantasy of hers. Her back arched with desire, she applied more pressure to her southern lips and used her middle finger to focus on rubbing her point of pleasure, her pulse increased in and her pelvis began moving into her fingers. She was ashamed of her lack of control but this was the effect Vegeta had on her. She gave into the impulse of calling out his name and it only spurred her on more. Almost at the peak of satisfaction she stopped immediately as the bathroom door swung open.
Enraged with sexual frustration, Bulma panted trying her best not to seem flustered. Vegeta’s chiselled arms were the first thing she saw.
            ‘WHAT IS HE DOING?’ she panicked as she immediately held her breath in terror.
Wanting to hide herself, she crept further into the water as quietly as possible hoping not to be noticed. Vegeta slammed the door shut behind him and proceeded over to the sink across the room. He stood there, glaring at his reflection in the mirror above the sink.
            ‘He looks so angry… what happened between leaving the lab and now?’ Bulma thought with concern.
With a hiss Vegeta snapped his head in the opposite direction to the bath as if annoyed with something.
            ‘What is he thinking about?’
To Bulma’s horror, Vegeta opened up the glass door to the shower opposite the bath and switched the water on. With wide eyes, she couldn’t believe what was happening;
            ‘How has he not sensed me? Or… smelt me?’ her cheeks glowed crimson, ‘Is the water masking my scent?’
If anyone else would walk in on Bulma during her private moments such as this, her usual reaction would be to scream bloody murder but something about Vegeta caused her to shrivel up wanting a black hole to suck her in. She was adamant she wasn’t afraid of him so why did he cause her to act differently?
Risking her life, she couldn’t help but watch as Vegeta undressed… He threw off his shirt and pulled his trousers off revealing his delicious body. Initially feeling terrified, Bulma began feeling lucky…
            ‘Well… at least I get to see this,’
She watched with anticipation as Vegeta began removing his boxers. Dropping them to the floor, unbeknownst to him he had caused a rush of feelings in Bulma – as if she wasn’t suffering enough. Her eyes were glued on his backside, then she noticed the blunt stub that was once his tail;
            ‘I can’t imagine having something I’ve lived with for so long taken away from me like that…’
A seemingly frustrated Vegeta entered the shower cubical and soon enough the glass walls steamed up.
            ‘Here’s my chance!’
Bulma carefully rose in the tub trying her best not to make too much noise, even though Vegeta would be distracted by the sound of the shower she understood the power of the Saiyan ear. She leaned over to unplug the bathtub and it began quietly draining the tub. Cautiously pulling the shower curtain back, she took one silent step out onto the bathroom floor and froze with shock. Just as she made her move, Vegeta switched the shower off and stood facing away from Bulma.
            ‘What… is going on? He’s been in there for what, ten seconds? He’s not finished! PLEASE DON’T BE FINISHED!’
She held her breath wishing to become invisible, all she could do at this point was hold the shower curtain over her naked wet body. She stared onward and watched as Vegeta turned his head at an angle, as if listening out for something.
            ‘Please god no,’ she begged.
The proud Saiyan menacingly turned to face the human beauty. Vegeta glared over to Bulma with nothing but silent rage behind his scowl. Bulma knew he was not in the mood for this, but she had no choice other than to act… like Bulma.
            “VEGETA WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” she snapped pretending to only have just noticed his presence.
Vegeta’s expression didn’t change.
            “Don’t you ever knock? You can’t just invade people’s privacy like this! It’s uncivilised on this planet!”
She tossed her head to the side, ‘Bulma what are you doing?’ she cried to herself, ‘Something doesn’t feel right…’
Regardless of her instincts she snapped her gaze back on him, “Well…?” she began tapping her foot as if waiting for an explanation.
Vegeta unleashed his naked body to Bulma as he opened the shower door. Bulma restrained herself as best as she could to not look down. Keeping her false scowl she watched as the Prince strolled over to the towels she had hung. Using the smaller towel to cover himself up he lifted the larger towel and held it out in Bulma’s direction. She dropped her guard and accepted the towel.
            “I didn’t realise you were here until you got out of the bath,” he muttered as he glanced towards the ground conveying slight embarrassment, “Your scent filled the room within seconds,”
            ‘Well of course it did!’ she wanted to shout, ‘I didn’t even get the chance to clean myself,’
She continued to hide behind her angry expression as he proceeded out of the room.
            “Wait,” Bulma gently called as she wrapped her body up, “How could you not sense me before?”
Vegeta pivoted around to face her, his expression had changed to something more emotional, “I… “ his black eyes froze on Bulma’s mesmerising aqua eyes, she could sense his inner struggle to open up to her, of course he decided otherwise, “Never mind,” he scoffed.
He began moving towards the door when Bulma decided to push further.
            “Well you seemed to be in deep thought when you gazed into the mirror,” she huffed as she folded her arms.
He paused and swiped his head to the side, “You already knew I was here?” he questioned with a dark tone.
The fragile human flinched realising she may have made a mistake in being honest with him.
            “Look,” she opened up her arms, “I’m not going to lie to you, Vegeta,” at the mention of his name he turned to face her, “Yes I knew you were here and I know I should’ve said something!” she rolled her eyes demonstrating her frustration with herself, “But I thought it would be best if I could just sneak out and save us all this embarrassment…” she paused giving Vegeta the chance to say something, since he didn’t bother she continued, “I’m sorry I made it seem like you were in the wrong… I was just afraid of what you might do if you thought I was spying on you or something. I guess it’s my own fault for not locking the door in the first place,”
Bulma glared down disappointed with herself, she wasn’t sure what to expect of the Prince but waited patiently for some sort of response.
            “For someone who claims they don’t see me as a monster, you sure make a habit of making me look like the bad guy,” he watched as Bulma’s saddened expression turned to confusion.
            “What are you talking about?” she breathed narrowing her eyes.
            “This and that fool who likes to run his mouth to me,” he scoffed, “You seem to find a way of making everyone but me a victim,”
A wide eyed Bulma became lost for words. Vegeta peered at her with a now emotionless face yet he appeared vulnerable.
            “I didn’t realise I made you feel that way,” her voice was soft, “But it’s the complete opposite of what I think,” she placed her delicate hand on Vegeta’s wet arm, he glanced down unsure of her what she was doing but Bulma kept her gaze away from his as she examined all of the deep scars he carried on his burly arm, “I think you’ve been a victim your entire life,” she spoke delicately, “Subjected to a life of slavery to a true monster; spending your entire childhood under his control, killing off entire planets only to hand them over to him, unable to fight back cause you’re outnumbered by thousands, having him be responsible for the death of your planet… your race, your father,”
Bulma traced her finger up his solid arm and across his collar bone before resting her hand around the side of his thick neck. She took a step closer in to him closing the gap between them as she locked eyes with him. Her lips were centimetres from his and sweet breath teased Bulma. A wave of heat emulated from their bodies.
            “You’re a survivor Vegeta…” she spoke in a whisper, “I’ll always think of you as a warrior,”
Bulma innocently watched him as his eyes flicked between hers. They shared a moment of silence and she was certain something inside Vegeta desired her as much as she did him. Vegeta however didn’t respond. He did nothing but watch the female as she held him and stared his way.
            “BULMA!” her father’s voice blared down the hall.
She lowered her head and unleashed a lengthy sigh of annoyance. Before responding to her father’s call she seductively brushed her hand down on Vegeta’s chest then released him. She glanced at him once again under her lashes;
            “Goodnight Vegeta,” she breathed before leaving the room.
Dr Briefs could be seen near the living area wondering around. Bulma began approaching him as her light head began pulsing heavily.
            “I’m here Dad, what’s up?” she managed to breathe.
Her father flipped around and peered over his glasses to her.
            “Dear… is everything okay?” his voice was tender but not too worrying, “You seem completely flustered,”
She could barely draw a smile on her face as all she wanted to do was cool down her overwhelmed body.
            “I... think the temperature of the water was a little too hot,” she giggled breathlessly.
            “I see,” he chuckled, “Well I was just wondering how your research had worked out?”
            “Check the lab,” Bulma wafted her hand behind her, “But don’t get your hopes up,” she smiled faintly.
Dr Briefs released a heavy sigh, “Right,” he spoke as if silently deciding something, “I should talk with Vegeta on the origins of his armour… have you seen him by any chance?”
Bulma lifted her head wondering whether to reveal his whereabouts, “No,” she lied.
            “I’ll have to find him tomorrow, it’s pretty late and since he can’t be training he’s most likely asleep,” he rubbed his chin in thought, “Well goodnight dear,”
Bulma planted a kiss on her father’s cheek before he headed off to bed, “Goodnight Papa,”
As he disappeared around the corner Bulma turned and began walking back down the hall she way she came. When she passed the bathroom the shower could be heard;
            ‘I guess he’s back in there…’
She continued into her room, by the time she had her body was dry and her towel was no longer needed. She tossed it on the floor before slumping down on her cosy bed. Bulma knew she was in for a restless night after what had taken place, regardless she crawled under her duvet and attempted to rest.
Her sore eyes stared up to the blank ceiling but her mind had wondered;
            ‘Why did he let me touch him? I held him, I got right up in his face… and he didn’t flinch. Have I finally gotten through to him?’ she laughed at her silly musings, ‘… Of course I haven’t. At least… not completely. Still, he seemed so… sensitive when he spoke to me. Has something happened to him tonight? Because I seriously doubt I’m the reason he’s feeling uneasy. I mean I haven’t done anything… have I?’

AN: It's taken me longer to upload this chapter than usual... I was unsure about it, I kept thinking maybe it's too soon for something intimate to take place between Veggie and Bulma, then I was unsure whether to include Bulma's very private moment ;) but to hell with it! I didn't want to put out an empty chapter where the story didn't really progress just for filler. So I hope this worked with the overall story! Thanks for reading :D
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