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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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A/N: Thank you guys for your reviews. I take every one of them on board and try to improve my work ^.^ Also I want to apologise for taking so long with this chapter... It wasn't supposed to take so long but my second year of Uni kicked off and with comic con coming up I'm working on a cosplay, I'm also learning japanese and creating the comic version of this story so I'm very busy. But rest assured I haven't given up on it and I will work on it to the end! For now, here's the new chapter ;) I hope you enjoy it as usual :P !!

“It works great!” Bulma gleamed to Hanzo who stood beside her as they watched the rogue drone levitate in the air.
            “I’m so glad you’re pleased with it,” his eyes remained glued to the drone.
            “It’s not me you need to please,” she chuckled almost to herself.
Proceeding over to the anchor that lay on the grass, Bulma bent down to switch it off. On her way back up she held it in both hands. The anchor was more than a handful but due to the aluminium frame it wasn’t heavy. It had three legs and a main body which was designed in the shape of a tear drop that featured a sensor wrapped around it. As she wondered back over to Hanzo in the garden, he began explaining its properties:
            “I have constructed the anchor to hold three drones each, they can move to a distance of fifteen miles from the anchor,”
            “That’s perfect for now, but while this is being used could you figure out a way to improve the drone-to-anchor ratios?”
            “Sure thing Miss Briefs,” Hanzo glanced down at his wristwatch, “In fact I could get started with that now since I have some hours spare before I head home,”
            “Excellent,” Bulma exclaimed as she placed the anchor down before her, “Just buzz through to me whenever they’re ready,”
Hanzo nodded with a smile before walking off to his usual building. Bulma strolled over to the drone that had landed on the ground once the anchor had been switched off. It was roughly the size of a basketball so she carried it under one arm.
            ‘Hopefully I can find a way to reduce their size,’ she thought peering down to the drone she latched to, ‘It would be practical to have them a similar size to the ones used in the pods,’
With nothing left to do for the day Bulma decided to freshen up once the drone and anchor were placed safely in the lab. Before heading in the shower ready for the party, Bulma entered the laundry room passed the garden door. Her clothes were piled in black bags to which she scurried through them looking for her perfect red dress. After minutes of searching she managed to pull it out from under the pile, revealing the state it was in. Thankfully there weren’t any rips or tears but it was drowned in mud having been left outside on a rainy night.
            “It’s a good thing I looked for this now,” she sighed as she tossed it into the washing machine, with other clothes compatible with washing alongside her dress.
Once she had prepared the washing machine, Bulma made her way up into the spare bathroom on the first floor once again.
Although the water for the shower was lacking, it didn’t deter her from having one. After an hour or two of cleaning and applying her makeup the time had reached 6:30, with some time to spare Bulma decided to chill out before the party and wrapped herself in a long silk kimono.
In the kitchen she prepared some toffee popcorn in a large bowl, with a large glass of an alcoholic slush known as Frozen Cocktail, the blue haired beauty made her way through their home into the Cinema room, located on the fourth floor in the South of Capsule Corp. She rummaged through the family’s DVD’s before coming to a standstill.
            ‘Hmmmm… Runaway Thief,’ she thought as she glanced down to said DVD in her right hand, ‘Or The Ronin Apprentice,’ she flicked her gaze to her left hand.
It seemed Bulma was in the mood for something action packed, one movie told the tale of an ordinary man being framed for a grave robbery and the other featured a rogue Samurai who searched the land for something to give meaning to his life before eventually finding a sensei willing to guide him.
After minutes of struggling to decide she left it down to the fate of “Eeny, meeny, miny, moe…”
            ‘The Ronin Apprentice it is,’ she gleamed with joy having landed on that movie.
Gently sliding the disk into the DVD player, Bulma curled up on the large brown sofa in the centre of the room. The title sequence of the movie began and before Bulma realised, she had lost herself in the epic journey of the film.
[…]
An emotionally satisfied Bulma smiled widely as the final lines of the movie were spoken. She lightly dabbed away semi-dry tears that remained on her rosy cheeks as the credits kicked in. With a leaking nose she breathed out to the empty room:
            “I forgot how brilliant this movie is,”
She placed the now empty bowl to the side of her on the sofa and rose from her seat, before approaching the DVD player she let out a deep stretch and spread her arms up and out as her elbows cracked, to which she let out a fulfilling sigh. When she bent down to eject the disk, she noticed the time beside the disk reader; ’21:00’
            “WHAT?!” she jumped up, “It seems I’ve forgotten how long it is too,” with haste she snatched the disk out of the player and quickly popped it into its case.
With a scrambled mind Bulma didn’t know what to do first, “I’ve got to redo my make-up, dry my dress… clean this room up…” she unleashed a groan.
Grabbing the bowl and glass she scurried her way to the kitchen as quickly as possible. She planted them into the sink and turned to notice the food she had left out for Vegeta hadn’t been touched, shrugging it off she hurried to the laundry room. She checked the washer for her dress only to find that it had gone which increased her panic.
            “No, no, no,” she cried flipping her head around attempting to find it, “My mom must have moved it,”
Thinking she could have placed it in only one room, Bulma made her way down the corridor to the dressing room. Upon entering she was presented with her little red dress hung from the wardrobe, dry and ironed.
            “She’s a life saver,” she giggled to herself after releasing a deep sigh.
Before putting it on, she checked her face in the dressing table mirror; there were minor mascara smudges under her eyes but other than that everything seemed fine. Bulma yanked open a draw and using cotton buds she gently cleaned away the smudged mascara.
            “My hair…?” she wondered, “Hmmmm…” she stared at her reflection when surprisingly the messy bun she had wrapped her hair into, grew on her, “In fact,” she grinned, “I kind of like it like this,”
She gently scrunched various sections of her hair to check that it was dry, with some spare hair grips that rested on the table, she used them to neaten her hair by pinning the strays but left some dangly waves hanging.
With a nervous sigh she turned to face the dress.
            “Okay,” she breathed softly before removing it from the hanger.
She shimmied out of her silky dressing gown and smoothly slipped into her dress. Giving herself a look over in the mirror she decided it was time to meet the guests.
Making her way up to the second floor balcony slowly, Bulma began wondering if Vegeta had arrived home yet.
            ‘Maybe he didn’t eat the food because it’s too cold,’ she pondered, ‘Even so he’s been gone for a while now, I don’t think that would bother him too much,’ as she made her way up the stairs she rubbed her head with the tips of her fingers in frustration, ‘It’s weird but I’m worried about him. Vegeta… a man perfectly capable of taking care of himself and yet…’ as she neared the balcony doors, she could hear the chatter and laughter of her associates but couldn’t see through the door as it had an etched design… similar to windows in common bathrooms, ‘I just hope he’s okay,’
She glided the door open and was presented with a roar of greetings; “BULMA!” they shouted.
Taken aback by the joy on their faces, Bulma smiled awkwardly, “Hey everyone,” she waved as she slid the door shut.
            “It’s nice of you to finally join us,” Baraka Han shouted from the table he situated himself at.
Bulma grinned bearing her teeth as she made her way over to his table in the centre of the balcony. As she noticed Scarlett sitting beside him she trotted over to her chair to give her a hug first:
            “Congratulations!” Bulma squealed as she squeezed the pregnant woman gently.
            “Thank you so much,” Scarlett smiled, “You look stunning… as usual,”
            “Thank you,” Bulma bowed her head slightly, “You too!”
            “What kept you?” a soft voice behind Bulma caused her to flip around.
            “I just lost track of time,” she grinned to her mother.
Bunny stood beside her daughter glancing down at Scarlett, “We were beginning to think you were skipping the party,”
Scarlet nodded in agreement, “I’m glad you’re here… and just look at the fantastic job your mother’s done,” she raised her hands as her eyes skimmed around the decorations.
With the herd of people that filled the balcony, Bulma initially missed the effort her mother had gone too. As she too glanced around the party, she noticed the different coloured lanterns that hung on a string and were connected to various poles situated at random points on the balcony. Along the railing were white pennant flags with the word “Congratulations” written elegantly in blue across each one. White table cloths covered each table and vases with tall flowers of all shades were placed in the centre.
            “Wow,” Bulma breathed, “You did a great job!” she gleamed in her mother’s direction.
            “I’m just glad it’s a peaceful night,” Bunny explained, “I’d hate to have had to move all this inside because of any rain,”
All three women nodded in agreement. At that moment a noise came from the balcony doors… as though someone were struggling to open it.
Most people noticed the noise and they waited patiently for whoever it was, including Bulma. Suddenly a hand pressed against the glass and smeared a red substance across, those who were sitting soon rose from their chair gradually in fear. Bulma skimmed over the party guests and witnessed the concern on their faces. Before she could think what to do to stop whatever was about to happen – from happening – the door flew open and a half dead Vegeta scowled onto them. He leaned on the door frame with his hand but he was arched over barely breathing. Blood dripped from every curve on his body and his clothes were shredded.
            “Bulma,” Bunny whispered shakily.
Before her mother could say anything else Bulma rushed over to Vegeta. She held him by his shoulders and struggled to push him back inside the house. Vegeta found the strength to stand straight giving Bulma the opportunity to close the door behind her. The last thing she could see were the distressed gazes of the party guests on her.
As she turned to face Vegeta again she was met with his scowl. She couldn’t hide her concerned expression:
            “Vegeta what on Earth have you been doing?” her voice trembled with worry.
The Saiyan dropped his eyes on the floor as though exhausted. Without a word he turned and attempted to walk away, however his knees gave way causing him to fall to the floor. Bulma gasped and leaped to his side, as she placed a hand on his solid shoulder he suddenly erupted.
            “Get off me!” he spat as he tossed his head up, looking at her, “I don’t need your help!” he growled through gritted teeth as he struggled to stand up.
Bulma watched with mixed emotions, “Vegeta you’ve got to let me help you,”
He now stood once again, he leaned against the wall preventing him from stumbling over, “You’ve been nothing but a pest,” he hissed unapologetically, “A distraction,”
He pushed on despite his lack of strength and began making his way down the hall.
            “What do you mean?” Bulma asked as she followed cautiously, determined not to leave his side whilst he remained in this state.
            “Bah!” he pushed himself off the wall and managed to walk, steadily, “It would fail to surprise me if this is part of a plan you and Kakarot have put together,”
With increasing confusion Bulma narrowed her face, “What are you talking about?” her tone more annoyed at this point.
Vegeta didn’t treat her to a response as he wobbled his way near the bathroom. Enforcing her presence, she rushed towards him and stood in his way, frowning at him:
            “I’m going to run you a bath and then you’re going to eat something because you look awful,”
Bulma planned on storming off however Vegeta unexpectedly grabbed her upper arm and forced her against the wall. As her back slammed against the concrete Vegeta was inches from her face with an animal expression:
            “Why do you insist on helping me?” the shade in his voice became dark as if implying some hidden threat if she continued caring for him.
Bulma’s face hardened as her eyes glanced between his, she couldn’t understand why he was acting so aggressively but regardless she stood her ground. Vegeta had slammed his hands either side of her head as he leaned into her intimidatingly. Without a whisper, Bulma lightly placed a hand on his right arm and removed it from her path. She turned her body in the direction of the hall and walked on.
            “Whether you like to hear it or not Vegeta, I care about you. You can choose to ignore it as much as you want but it won’t stop me from making sure you’re alive for these androids,”
Vegeta unleashed a bellowing laugh causing Bulma to pause and shoot around,
            “What’s so funny?” she questioned seriously.
The Dark Prince stalked her, keeping his face low, “You treat me generously in hope that I will save your life,”
His choice of tone distracted Bulma as he spoke deeply and carried a hint of sadism,
            “How many times does it need to be said before you believe me,” Vegeta stood again just before Bulma, “When I have dealt with these androids I am ending Kakarot’s life. Soon after he is dealt with… I will destroy this planet the way I intended to the first time I landed on this pathetic ball of mud,” he grasped Bulma’s arm and leaned in further as a stream of blood from his forehead dripped down to the bridge of his nose, “That includes you,”
Her aqua eyebrows narrowed in annoyance, however her eyes held vulnerability Vegeta was not used to witnessing. It caused him to ease up slightly but this was undetected by Bulma.
She began with a passive aggressive whisper, “I don’t know what you’ve been up to. I don’t know what you think it is that me and Goku are planning. And I don’t know if you really will be the death of me. But I know right now, you’re half dead…” she examined his body with her eyes, conveying worry, “You’re bleeding, and covered in filth, you smell awful, your clothes are completely ruined,” her eyes met his once more and she noticed his features had softened somewhat, “So, I’m going to cook you something fresh to eat whilst you take a bath,”
She flipped around as her lose hair swung with her, almost stroking Vegeta’s face. He watched as her delicate body swayed when she walked away before disappearing down the stair case.
            ‘What on Earth was that all about?’ Bulma huffed whilst strutting around the kitchen, ‘where has all this come from?’ realising Vegeta needed some fresh food she tossed the meal she saved for him in the bin and checked the fridge. Spotting a fresh plate of salmon wrapped in cling film, she proceeded to pull it out and placed it on the table, ‘He has more mood swings than me… What have I ever done to give him the suspicion that me and Goku have planned something against him?’ she rummaged through the cupboards fiercely and found the ingredients she needed to make an easy but satisfying meal, ‘I never even mention Goku around him… I know how riled up he gets,’
Before preparing the food for the oven, she slammed her hands down on the table and glared down in frustration, ‘Well it’s clear Vegeta has no feelings for me…’ her frustration soon turned to sorrow, ‘I should have known better than to think he would ever look at me in such a way. He’s not Goku… he’s not capable of compassion, of love… Because unlike Goku, he was raised in slavery, taught to feel no emotion…’ she sighed slowly, releasing her disappointment before distracting herself by preparing Vegeta’s food.
Despite her hopeless thoughts, Bulma couldn’t shake off her desire for Vegeta. Even in his current state she still felt the attraction. As she marinated the salmon the tingle of Vegeta’s touch crept back up her spine as she reflected on the way he grabbed her.
            ‘He touched me more tonight than his entire duration here. Maybe I could get on board with an aggressive Vegeta,’ she giggled jokingly to herself.
She washed and chopped up a variety of vegetables then placed them in an oven dish alongside the fish. Setting the oven on a low gas mark, she gently slid the oven dish on the middle tray and made her way back upstairs to check on the Saiyan.
As she neared the spare bathroom, the door had been left marginally ajar and the faint sound of running water could be heard. Being careful not invade his privacy, Bulma announced her presence before gently opening the door wider.
            “It’s me,” she spoke lightly.
Vegeta lay in the bathtub in a pair of tight boxer shorts with his pile of tattered clothes scattered beside the tub. He lay so he could see her as she walked in.
The water trickled weakly into the bath as the plumber had not visited yet. Thankfully the hot water still managed to heat up providing the Briefs’ with a decent shower at least. Vegeta could barely keep his eyes open as steam began filtering around the room and with a faint mumble he requested;
            “Could you turn the water off?”
Bulma gently closed the door behind her and glanced down at the taps near his feet, “Why can’t you?” she asked assuming he was just being lazy.
            “I can’t move,” he confessed with a weak growl.
The tub was less than half full as Bulma turned the taps off. She glimpsed back at Vegeta and questioned honestly,
            “Then how do you plan on washing?”
The Prince sighed before responding lazily, “I guess I’ll just wait until I get my strength back,”
Convinced no such thing would happen until he had eaten, Bulma pulled out a fresh flannel from the cabinet and picked up the soap from its dish on the sink;
            “I’ll help you,” she stated.
With a reluctant grunt, Vegeta pulled his head away from her but there was nothing he could physically do to prevent her and he was far too tired to argue it out with someone so stubborn. The Porcelain Beauty knelt down beside the bathtub and began dipping the flannel in the bath water. She rubbed the soap onto the wet flannel and scrunched it in her hand.
As she softly dapped away at Vegeta’s forehead, he flinched at the first touch causing Bulma to pause,
            “So what have you been doing?” she asked tenderly.
Continuing to slowly clean the blood and dirt from Vegeta’s face, Bulma waited for a response.
            “Training,” was all he bothered to murmur.
Vegeta remained slightly tense however glued his exhausted gaze on the ceiling. As the steam hastily flooded the room, his hair began drooping revealing his features in a light Bulma had never witnessed before. His continuing scowl ran from one temple to the other and his jaw clenched as Bulma stroked the flannel from his ear down to his chin.
She paused to dip the towel in the water for a rinse, as she did so she watched Vegeta stare up wondering why he pushes himself so hard every time.
            “I know my questions annoy you…” she spoke softly as she glanced back down to her hands, “But I have to ask… Why is becoming the strongest so important to you that you’re willing to die trying?”
Bulma raised her hand to Vegeta’s neck and continued cleaning. Vegeta flicked his eyes on her and paused momentarily:
            “… I guess no one has ever told you,”
A confused Bulma hesitated; she looked Vegeta in the eye as a minor smirk crept on his face.
            “Saiyan’s become significantly stronger from every near death experience,” he breathed dimly.
            “Oh,” with her mouth slightly agape, the intelligent woman paused before proceeding.
She gently patted the blood stains from his thick neck and he watched her as her face neared his. Bulma could feel his gaze on her but refrained from meeting his eyes. As the steam affected her too, she used her free arm to wipe away a stray hair that had stuck to her face. Knowing Vegeta remained observing her made her nervous:
            ‘I’m feeling all shaky,’ she admitted silently, ‘Only Vegeta could make me feel so anxious,’
Once his neck was spotless, she rinsed the towel once again and added some more soap before moving on to his shoulders. She began with his left as it was closer to her, his scars were much worse on his body than his face and neck. They were scattered, some long and others thick.
            ‘These are deep,’ she acknowledge as her face narrowed with alarm, ‘He’s had these for years… In fact some of the longer ones seem as though they have stretched along with his skin, which can only mean he’s had them from childhood,’
She glanced down to the reddening water attempting to silently remove those thoughts from her head… Surprisingly Vegeta didn’t allow her:
            “You seem worried,” his gravelly voice vibrated through the silence as his black eyes pierced her.
Bulma faced him with a neutral expression, she began with a calm tone, ”Your scars are nearly as old as you,” she stroked the flannel over onto his left pec causing her to lean further into him, “Even with the people I’ve met in my life I’m not used to seeing this level of torture,”
            “Torture?” Vegeta raised an eyebrow whilst his voice rose as though he had a spark of energy from thin air, “I’m not a victim,” he declared with a shade of annoyance.
Bulma swallowed hard, “No…” she breathed sarcastically, “of course not,”
Vegeta’s signature scowl re-emerged but Bulma attempted to continue bathing him however he soon lifted himself up causing Bulma to hold back. She stared at him unaware her face revealed slight fear. Vegeta flipped his head in her direction and questioned,
            “If you have something to say, go ahead,”
The vulnerable female paused, unsure whether that was a threat, Vegeta’s onyx eyes were glued on Bulma’s, he didn’t seem angry and was no longer scowling but she didn’t want to risk him having another mood swing.
            “I remember you telling me that I refer to you as the ‘bad guy’ all too often… now when I see your vulnerable side, you don’t like that either,” she drippled feebly as she fussed around with the flannel attempting to act casual.
She neared the bath with the cloth in hand ready to continue. However startling Bulma, Vegeta leaned over to her and grabbed her upper left arm. His large hand almost wrapped around Bulma’s petite limb yet he avoided applying any pressure. Her face was mere centimetres from his and her confusion grew as he lurched over her.
            “What are you doing?” she questioned more perplexed than scared.
Vegeta stayed quiet for a moment, gazing into her eyes… “You confuse me, Bulma,” he kept his voice low but strong.
Almost immediately she responded with an awkward chuckle, “I confuse you?” her eyes widened as if to say ‘you can’t be serious’, “You’re the one with the mood swings,” she snapped, “I mean just look at what you’re doing… You went from calm and exhausted to forceful and energetic in less than a split second,”
Vegeta pulled her closer and ordered her to, “Shut up,”
Her mouth was so close to his she could feel his warm breath stroke her lips… just the way she did in their last bathroom encounter. Her body reacted without warning and unbeknownst to her, that scent Vegeta had become familiar with filled his senses.
His eyes narrowed further, “Tell me something about humans,” he began with a slight whisper, “Do their bodies involuntarily respond to situations?”
Bulma matched Vegeta’s narrowed features however expressed misperception, “Uhh…” she stuttered puzzled, “I believe so,” she did her best to answer honestly.
The Mad Prince paused once again… “How do they respond to fear?” his tone seemed to descend into darkness.
Bulma reflected for a few seconds, “I guess, people begin shaking a little when scared… but that could just be nerves…or even excitement,”
Vegeta’s face twitched, “No, they don’t discreet a smell?” he jumped to the point he wanted answering.
Bulma’s heart began sinking as she thought about what he potentially wanted to know, “No,” her voice trembled with nerves.
            “You don’t fear me,” he stated matter-of-factly, “Then why does this smell always emulate from you when I’m around?”
Horrified, Bulma froze with nerves but her breathing increased to light pants, her eyes flicked to every feature on Vegeta’s face, ‘What do I do?’ she freaked, ‘What can I say?’
Vegeta prevented her from conjuring up a lie as he sensed the panic in her, “Bulma,” he called sternly.
Her pulse increased and Vegeta could feel her blood flow quicken in his grasp. He watched confused as she lost control of her breathing,
            ‘Don’t answer Bulma!’ she begged herself, ‘Say something say anything!’, “Wait a minute,” she rambled with a shaky voice, “You never answered my question,”
The air between them calmed and after a moment of uncertainty, Vegeta released the fragile human and lay back gradually.
            “Fine,” he huffed, “I’ll answer you, then you answer me,”
            “Deal,” Bulma confirmed hesitantly.
She crept closer to the bath and continued washing Vegeta’s torso.
            “So, why are you obsessed with being strong?” the atmosphere relaxed and so too did Bulma.
Vegeta released a huff as if implying the answer were obvious, “Isn’t there a saying you humans have… ‘Survival of the fittest’?” he rested his eyes on the ceiling whilst he spoke, “To ensure my survival I must become the strongest. It’s that simple,”
Grateful he had answered so honestly, Bulma continued their game, “Okay,” she gulped down preparing to repay his honesty, “Your turn,”
As she rinsed the flannel Vegeta lowered his gaze on her gorgeous face, “Is protection all you want from me?”
Stunned he hadn’t asked her what he had previously, she hesitated as she glanced up to him, “It’s not about gaining anything from you Vegeta,” she continued with her cleaning, “I guess it’s just something you will never understand so can we just leave it at – I’m a nice person?” she raised an eyebrow but flicked her eyes on his chest.
He growled barely in the back of his throat, “Fine,” he huffed, “go,”
            “Hmmm,” Bulma thought, “Tell me,” she began feeling brave, “Have you ever had a girlfriend?”
Vegeta displayed his distaste at the subject matter, he raised the corner of his mouth and scowled softly, “Why does that interest you?”
Ignoring the original rules of the game, Bulma answered his question first, in order to comfort him, “It’s just something humans like to talk about,” she tried to appear as laid back as possible.
The Prince remained apprehensive, however answered away, “No,”
Bulma stopped and slowly peered up at him but didn’t want to distract him from his current train of thought, “Is there a reason why?”
She noticed Vegeta’s jaw clenched as he swallowed down hard, “For the entirety of my life I’ve been under Frieza’s rule,” he paused to gather his thoughts, “And there’s nothing he hated more than my race,”
Bulma leaned further over him so she could reach his left shoulder, as she did so she became of aware of his pained expression but waited patiently. She lightly dabbed the towel on his wounds, the sting of it caused him to flinch internally and he moved his eyes on her once again.
            “So he wouldn’t risk the potential of you reproducing?” Bulma asked softly.
The Mad Saiyan narrowed his face, unsure why she asked such questions, “Yes,” he admitted, “It would have also been a distraction from our missions,”
Once his shoulder was cleaned she moved down to his right pec. The word ‘distraction’ bounced around her head, ‘He said I was a distraction…’ she pondered, ‘What did he mean?’
Before Vegeta took his turn, he just watched her silently taking in her beauty. Her flawless complexion, her dazzling eyes and her effortless hair suddenly became apparent to him. He narrowed his thick eyebrows as he observed her and she acknowledge this. She stopped patting his chest and lifted her eyes on his. They stared at one another for a brief moment before Bulma continued,
            “Vegeta,” she breathed softly, “What did you mean when you called me a distraction?”
Silence filled the room and Vegeta didn’t change his expression. Her eyes focused on his, Bulma saw something inside him that she hadn’t before; he looked at her as though he silently adored her.
She had reached her limit, there were only so many times she could face him like this before giving in. His features remained stern but Bulma caved. She clenched her eyes as tight as possible as she planted her tender lips on his without warning. After a doubting moment Bulma was shocked to realise Vegeta hadn’t thrown her across the room. Instead he leaned up into her kiss and ever so gently cupped the nape of her neck in his hand. He held her head in place to prevent her from moving away… as if she wanted to. Their lips parted and met rapidly and to Bulma’s surprise, Vegeta leaned over the bath and wrapped his arm around her waist. In an instant he flipped her over into the bathtub and swiftly beneath him. There was a split second Bulma thought of the uncleanliness of the warm bath water but that soon vanished when Vegeta pressed his body down on hers. As they continually locked lips, light moans escaped Bulma’s body only increasing Vegeta’s drive.
She parted her silky legs giving Vegeta room to lower his hips. She wrapped her legs around his and Vegeta gripped to the end of the tub being careful not to damage it. Bulma stroked her hands all over Vegeta’s strong face, he began lowering his kisses onto her neck giving Bulma the breath back that she needed to moan louder. As he teased Bulma with licks and kisses, he grinded his hips harder on her causing her scent to overwhelm him. Vegeta grew stiffer the more Bulma groaned displaying her excitement. She ran her fingers through his damp hair and he began lifting his kisses back to her lips. Their lips met once again and as they firmly kissed, Bulma dug her nails into his solid shoulders. The sensation rippled down Vegeta’s spine resulting in him rubbing down harder on her groin. The air turned hot between them and steam lifted from their bodies. Vegeta glided a free hand down the curves of Bulma’s body and ended at her hips. Her dress had lifted to her stomach revealing her underwear and in one swift motion Vegeta tore them from her body. Bulma’s warm and wet body felt inviting to the Prince but before he could continue in his efforts, the sexy woman beneath him breathed out;
            “Wait,” she whispered.
Vegeta paused and lifted himself from her, watching as her eyes flicked around the room,
            “What’s that smell?” she questioned.
Bulma’s own scent had become so distracting to Vegeta that he ignored the burning smell filtering into the bathroom.
            “THE SALMON!” Bulma gasped with wide eyes.
She panicked and wriggled her way out of the bath leaving Vegeta unsure what to do. Her dress dropped back down to her thighs and she swung the door open then ran out. She hurried her way down the stairs and into the kitchen. Black smoke slithered from the oven and when she whacked open the door a cloud of smoke engulfed her face. She began coughing, instantaneously the fire alarm began ringing as water trickled out of the sprinklers. With barely any sight she attempted to lift herself to switch the oven off from the plug. No matter how quickly she wafted her hands, she couldn’t remove the smoke from her and it filled her lungs causing her to choke. The sound of the fire alarm and the smell of the smoke overwhelmed her and she crashed to the floor. A dark figure approached her from the door way before she completely blacked out.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it and feel free to let me know what you think! And don't worry they're not going to rush into any kind of relationship as of yet... they just got a taste of one another ;)
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