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A Taste of Heat

By Trynia Merin

Disclaimer: I don�t own Dragon Ball Z, Bulma
or Vegeta or any of the characters here. Toriyama and Funimation and Toei Animation Co
Ltd. Owns them. This is a work of fan fiction and is not meant
to harm the series.

Rated R for adult situations and language.

***

Yamucha�s room upstairs was directly next to hers, yet she
hardly said two words to him. He had no
other place to live at the time, and he was mostly gone at Kame house or some
other woman�s place when he wasn�t there.
In a huff he�d left after she refused to go to a concert with him,
saying she�d have to foot the bill.

This left her desperately wanting to unwind and relax after
a hard day of working in the lab.
Unfortunately her plans were cancelled when she entered the living room
with its high definition wide screen TV.
The sofa was already occupied. A
pair of white boots tipped in gold was resting across the entire sofa, while
their owner stretched his spandex clad body across the rest. In his white gloved hand, the Saiyan no Ouji
clicked channels impatiently.

�Crap� more crap� damn do these ningens watch anything
intelligent?� Vegeta huffed, lowering graceful dark eyebrows in a frown.

Clutching her milkshake, she stormed up to where Vegeta
reclined on the couch. She cleared her
throat dramatically, �Ahem� why are YOU here instead of in the GR?�

�Since when do I need to explain myself to you?� Vegeta
smirked.

�Since it�s MY home!� she shot back.

�You invited me here, Wench.
I�m simply taking advantage of what a Prince is entitled to,� Vegeta
answered. �It�s not MY fault I got here
first.�

"Jackass," Bulma
cursed as Vegeta stuck his tongue out at her.

"I know you are but what am
I?" he smugly responded.

"That's the LAST time I let you watch the satellite
TV!" she snorted, annoyed he'd caught up on pop culture references.

"You're the bakka who wanted me to become well versed
in this planet's culture, so don't blame me," Vegeta
snickered.

"You're an asshole,"
she mumbled. "The Prince of ALL assholes�"

"Humph, no shit Wench, and don�t you forget it,"
he smirked, stretching out on the sofa.
She landed on the floor with an indignant yelp, and huffed as he grabbed
the milkshake out of her hand. In one
mighty gulp he drained it. Bulma caught
herself watching his atom�s apple bobbing.

"Dende, why do you have to
steal my STUFF?" she shouted.

"Because it's so fun to
torment you," he shot back, giving her a devilish grin that riled her up
even more.

"That's mine!
I've been busting my ass all week fixing your screw ups and you have the
AUDACITY to horn in on my relaxation time!" she yelled, grabbing his knee
and shoving down hard to pull herself to her feet. Unimpressed Vegeta
gave her a bored look.

"So?" he asked.
"I'm the one training to save this miserable rock ball from the
androids. If anything you should be GLAD
I'm staying here to protect your worthless lives�"

"Screw you Vegeta!" she screamed at him. "I've HAD it with your pissing all over
me! I don't care who the hell you
are!"

"What was that about screwing?"
he lifted a brow, laughing at her standing over him.

"Don't you DARE laugh at
me, buster! I've HAD it!"

"I'm not the one who dressed me in that humiliating
pink shirt," he shot back.
"You think I ENJOY being stuck with you lower life forms?"

"Then LEAVE!" Bulma
yelled. "Take Capsule 4 and get the
HELL off this planet if you HATE us so much!"

"If there's one thing I've learned in this year living
here amongst you primitives is that when you earth girls say one thing you mean
the opposite, especially when you're angry," Vegeta
taunted her, sitting up.

"Oooh!" she screamed and threw herself on him,
hands flailing to smack his face.
Unfortunately she miscalculated and landed flat on top of him, knocking
the wind out of him with a grunt.

"Whoolf, what the HELL are you�" he gasped, and
glanced up at her stammering and squirming on top of him. Pressing her hands against his chest she
struggled to get up.

"Kuso� I� I�" she stammered, realizing she was
dangerously close to sitting on a certain part of his anatomy. A flush of heat came between her legs as she
tried to shift her weight off of him.

"That was the most pathetic attack in existence,"
he laughed up at her. "What are you
trying to do, crush me under your fat butt?"

"Screw you!" she
yelled. "Let me GO!"

"You're the one who threw yourself at me!" he
grunted, struggling to get up off the sofa, but he was unable to lean up
because she was struggling to get her balance.
Under them both the sofa yielded, sucking them into its cushions like an
amoeba.

***

"Am I interrupting
something?" asked a voice that made Bulma want
to shrink away. Ice rattled in two
glasses on a tray she held over one shoulder.
From under her puff of blonde hair, Bunny Briefs blinked at the two of
them awkwardly sprawled on the sofa.

"What the blazes do you
want?" Vegeta asked as Bunny grinned down at
them. Around the sofa she came, bending
over to give Vegeta a nice shot of her jeans covered ass. Onto the coffee table she set a tray with a
pitcher of lemonade, and two glasses frosty with condensation.

"Oh nothing� just bringing you some lemonade� I'll just
leave you two alone!" she chirped, rushing out with a high pitched
tittering giggle.

"Shimatta!" Bulma moaned, wishing she could get off but Vegeta was blinking up at her in confusion as she pressed
her hands to his chest.

"That mother of yours cannot be any way related to
you! You must have been artificially
inseminated!" he shook his head.

"Sometimes I wonder that myself�" she shook her
head, gasping as sweat poured down her face from trying to get off Vegeta, but slipping and landing with her chest pressed to
his.

"How the DEVIL do I get off this fricking sofa! It's a trap� deactivate it at once!" he
snarled, unable to get the leverage to get out from under her. The next moment he managed to sit up, with
Bulma sprawled across his legs. One was
bent overtop his hip while the other was back a ways.

"OUCH!" she
yelped. "My leg doesn't bend that
way!"

"Stupid human weaklings," he grunted, grabbing her
hips and lifting her easily off him. He
planted her right next to him on the sofa, and then grabbed a glass of ice cold
lemonade to hide the faint blush behind.
A fresh lemon wedge was stuck on the side of the glass, which Vegeta promptly
removed and threw towards Bulma.
Annoyed, she grabbed the lemon slice and threw it on the tray.

"Why didn't you do that in the first place?" she
mumbled, drowning her hot flush in an ice cold glass herself. Something made her tongue tingle, down her
spine to her toes.

"Alcohol," Vegeta
said, sniffing and making a face.
"Does your mother wish to make me intoxicated?"

"I guess," she giggled, not wanting to move
because she felt strangely awkward and giddy.
She crossed her legs and sat on the sofa, wondering why she was staying
here.

"You may sit here if you
wish," he mumbled. "I suppose I can tolerate your company�"

"Gee thanks a million, your
Royal Whyness," she snorted.

"You're welcome, blue
Wench," he smirked, leaning back and then setting his feet on her lap.

"HEY!" she yelped,
feeling his calves resting across her crossed knees.

"Much more comfortable," he snickered, and settled
down to watch the television. Trapped
there by his muscular thighs, Bulma groaned
inwardly. More heat pooled between her
thighs. Vegeta's
nose twitched and he opened his eyes to look up at her.

"I� um� just realized you asked me to fix the GR�"
she stammered, realizing he must have smelled her arousal. Shaking, she saw the look of confusion in his
dark eyes. Vegeta
straightened up a bit, and sniffed closer.

"Hmm, you smell different
human," he said.

"Please� let me up� move
your damn legs�" she gasped, pushing them off.

"What the hell is
this?" he asked, pointing to her lap.
"You're soaking your shorts�"

"Don't ask� it's none of your damn business," she
yelped, leaping up. His hand caught her
wrist, tugging her down to sit next to him again.

"I didn't think human females got wet there. I suppose I was hasty in my assessment. Because it doesn't smell like sweat. Is that why that old pervert's always trying
to steal women's underwear?" Vegeta asked.

"I� why are you asking me
THAT? I thought you couldn't STAND
humans!" she yelped.

"Since YOU invited me to stay, it's YOUR job to tell me
about the culture of this miserable planet," Vegeta
said sternly. "That includes
everything that might be of interest�"

"Just� let me go okay� this
is EMBARASSING!"

"Obviously it has everything to do with you being in
heat," said Vegeta. "I assume females have a cycle on this
world� because you don't smell like�"

"It's a highly personal
thing okay�" she blushed.

"Humph, so you say. It's rather curious you always rush off to
your bed chamber whenever�"

"VEGETA!" she
shouted. "Knock it off!"

"You're perfectly content to ask ME about embarrassing
things, Wench. What makes THIS
different?" he snorted.

"Don't you have training to
do?" she asked.

"Already done.
I'm observing ningen culture as asinine as it is�" he snorted
indignantly. "It's not for YOU to tell
me what the hell I should do!"

"You never gave a shit
before about females," she snorted.

"And you're parading around like you're in heat. Whenever I see you you're wearing those tight
revealing clothes. Yet I've not seen
that baka suitor of yours� which you haven't mated yet�"

"That's NONE of your
business�" she huffed.

"You have shitty standards for mate selection," he
grunted. "Obviously you would have
mated him by now if he had been acceptable.
Or is protracted courtship practiced in some�"

"I'm not a fricking
specimen!"

"Your father treats me as such, and I'm observing YOU
now," Vegeta chuckled. "Besides that smell is driving me
insane�"

"Then let me up, butt head
and I'll get out of your face!" she snorted.

"You want help?" he
asked. "How do you normally
relieve�"

"WHAT? You want to help me?" she asked,
jolting. "Why?"

�Because I want to, do I NEED
another reason?� Vegeta asked her.

�I� I� um� well�� Bulma
stammered. Cocking a dark brown, Vegeta observed how she was rendered speechless at that
moment.

�You�ve been in bloody heat for the last few months and the
smell is making me annoyed, so either let me satiate this urge or stay out of
my proximity. It�s distracting,� he
said.

�Why would YOU care?� she asked.

�Because I won�t get a moment�s peace if I don�t,� said Vegeta. �And I�m
curious� if Saiyan females and ningens are so alike. Because that moisture makes you smell
Saiyan��

�Ugh� I can�t believe I�m having this conversation with
you!� she winced. Vegeta
gently dragged her into his lap, holding her down with one arm.

�I�m not going to KILL you,
stupid wench,� he said quietly.

�I�m not some pleasure toy you
can play with, your Majesty,� she said angrily, trying to smack him.

�I didn�t say you WERE, wench,� he retaliated. �I�d be blind or stupid not to notice the
effect I have upon you, and it�s rather interesting��

�Arrogant prick!�

�Takes one to know one,� he smugly chortled, earning him a
slap across the face. Bulma instantly regretted it because her hand stung as if
she�d hit a wall.

�Owch!�

�Settle down, wench.
I give you my word as the Prince of All Saiyans that I won�t hurt
you. Let me assist you in relieving
yourself of this tension and I might just be a little more tolerable� what one
must do to� prevent this scent from accumulating��

�You�re serious that you want
to� help me?� she blinked. �I thought
you despised me.�

�I hate everyone, but you I can remotely stand. Besides, maybe you�ll stop pining over that
useless suitor of yours if you have some relief� and I�m NOT talking about
doing anything that involves� breeding��

�Okay, jerk, since you said so, go right ahead,� she
snorted. �If you think you�d be any
better at� I mean how would YOU know anything about females?�

�Pleasure slaves?� he said.
�No, seriously, that doddering old man and his magazines have some use�
and those ridiculous pleasure slave movies have me intrigued��

�That�s NOT how it�s done!� she
yelped.

�Then explain?� he said.

�HERE?�

�Of course not HERE,� he
snorted, helping her up. �Someplace more
appropriate.�

Not believing her ears, she got up on shaky legs and let him
take her by the hand. With her shaking
fingers clenched in his white gloved hand she let him lead her towards the stairs
leading up to her room.
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