Unexpected Attraction

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**not edited** pls. excuse the typos and some gramma errors

Unexpected Attraction

Vegata and Bulma
Fan Fiction

The legendary super Saiyan prince, Vegeta, landed on the roof of his “home” for a meantime, Capsule Corp. House, owned by the world-famous scientist, Bulma. The night wind seems cool and calm as it touches the prince’s face. Its coolness had a soothing effect on the prince’s tired muscles.
Vegeta had been practicing all day, as usual, inside the gravity room, which Bulma’s father had built specially for training warriors like Vegeta and Gokou. That day, he increased the gravity to six hundred times the gravity of Earth. He survived it, though (what would you expect? The guy’s prince of the warrior race…)
As he sat on the roof, relaxing and enjoying the evening air, he suddenly heard a loud crash inside the house. He went inside the house to check out what had happened, only to find Bulma crying hysterically.
There was no one to calm Bulma. Her father was with Chi-chi upgrading Chi-chi’s kitchen, so basically there was no one inside the house. This left Vegeta with no choice but to calm her down. He yelled, “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, WOMAN?”
Startled by Vegeta’s presence, she stopped throwing things. Instead, she sat down the floor and hugged her knees. There was no light inside the house except for the tiny brightness that comes from upstairs from Bulma’s room. Vegata handed her a cup of hot coffee as he gently held her arms to lead her bedroom upstairs. While they were only three steps away from the second floor, the cup dropped to the ground leaving a pale brown color on the ragged stairs. Bulma collapsed.
***
The morning light hurt her eyes and she opened them. She tried to ignore her aching muscles and sat up the bed. She had no memory of what had happened. The last thing she knew was Vegeta trying to help her up her room.
Her thoughts seemed to be scattered puzzle pieces that she was trying to reconnect. She seeked for clues but her thoughts were destructed when someone entered the room. A black haired guy with a strong physique. Vegeta.
“So, you’re awake, woman…” Vegeta said
“What happened?”
“You mean you don’t know?” Vegata exclaimed. “How could that be?”
Vegeta leaned against the steel sliding door of Bulma’s room. The blue and white color of her room made the young prince sigh. Why paint a room with fancy colors? He thought.
“No, I don’t know. And if know, I woudn’t ask you.” She snapped. Vegeta’s boastfulness makes her blood boil. She felt her cheeks getting hot.
Vegeta smirked the Vegata way. “You went hysterical.”
She stood up beside her white bed and blue bedsheets and pillow cases. Bulma reached down her pants to reach for her selfmade medicine to calm her thoughts. But as she reached down, she realized something…
“WHY AM I IN THESE DAMNED POLO?” She screamed while trying to look inside her clothing. “AND NO UNDIES?!? WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?” She could feel her blood rush up her face.
“As I said, you went hysterical and collapsed. I had to take you to bed to have a rest. I changed you into one of my polos and don’t worry, I didn’t look.” He said in a low defensive voice. He took a couple of steps towards the mirror which happened to be only two steps away from where Bulma stood. Blushing, she took a couple of steps away from Vegeta. “Why don’t you tell me what happened…” Vegeta murmured
After a short pause…
“Well, it’s about the usual Yamcha stuff…” Bulma said under her breath “…I caught him kissing Marco, the blue haired girl at the Kame House...”
Vegeta faced his reflection at the mirror – staring at his muscular body. At the side of his eye, he saw Bulma sitting at the side of her bed, wiping her tears like a delicate flower slowly wilting in the autumn day. Her blue hair was long and wavy, dancing to the direction of the wind from the room’s barely opened window
He stepped closer to Bulma, so close just enough for him to feel Bulma’s warm breath on his bare chest.
He looked at her right through her eyes. “He doesn’t deserve you…all he wanted from you is just sex.”
Bulma was stunned at what Vegeta said. She was about to say something but Vegeta cut in.
“I know, it’s not me, the usual proud, strong, warrior-like Saiyan Prince… but come on, everybody has a good side…” Vegeta tried to avoid Bulma’s stare because of shame. He doesn’t want her to see his soft side. It’s kind of humiliating for her to see the great prince talking in a soft-hearted way.
Nothing wrapped the room except silence and their breath.
“Why are you saying these things, Vegeta?” Bulma whispered in a curious tone.
“Nothing.” He said flatly while taking a few steps away from Bulma…
“Nothing? Yeah right. You want something do you? Want me to enhance the gravity room?” Bulma broke the silence by her half-teasing, half-crying voice.
“No! It’s because I care about you!” Vegeta almost shouted.
Bulma was stunned. “What?”
“Nothing.” For the very first time, Vegeta blushed.
He climbed up the bed to where Bulma was sitted. Again he sat closely to Bulma but this time, he sat closer. He kneeled infront (or should I say, over…) of Bulma. He put his right hand on her left shoulder and gently squeezed it as he pulled her closer. He could almost feel her soft breasts underneath his polo at his chest. A drop of moisture made it’s way down from his neck to his bare chest. He lifted Bulma’s face and worked his lips across her neck up her chin, to her lips. He left a trail of moisture on her neck. She shook off her thoughts about Yamcha and tried to concentrate on Vegeta.
What more can I ask for, Vegeta cared about me and Yamcha doesn’t. Why waste my time on Yamcha?
She couldn’t deny to herself that once in a while she dreamed about Vegeta, watching him as he trained himself. She even dreamed about having a family with this Vegeta. But she ignored her thoughts then for she was with Yamcha.
When she stopped melting, she gently kissed back. He leaned his body towards Bulma as if trying to tell her to lie down, and she did. He slowly unbuttoned Bulma’s polo.
She could feel his warm lips pressing against hers and his hands working on her naked body…