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Teacher	By : okieday17 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 9166 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story

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Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story

Warnings: Cussing and adult themes

A/N: Bulma and Vegeta are my favorite pairing on DBZ, hands-down, but this is not a story about them--so please no flames if you do not like the pairing

Chapter One: Sherlock Fucking Holmes

      It was his own damn fault. He was the one asking questions, and the second he felt my reticence in answering said questions; he had become Sherlock fucking Holmes and started pestering me, badgering me for the truth. But the reason I had been so hesitant in answering the questions was because I knew he was going to HATE the answers to them--but he didn't even think of it like that, no. He just saw it as a challenge, my silence, and, as we all know, there was nothing Vegeta loved more was than a challenge.



      It started simply enough. These things always do. It had been after one of our many marathon sex sessions. He could stay hard for inhumane amounts of time, and he seemed to delight in the fact that as a Saiyan he could make me, a mere human genius, come for hours and hours. Something about the way he was able to control his ki, and give me little electrical bursts of it that would make my whole body become sensitized to every little sensation that he laved me with. He delighted in knowing that in the one battlefield we could meet as equals in, he always managed to outlast me. Put us in a lab, I would kick his ass. Put us in the gravity room, he'd flatten me before the gravity could--but put us in a bedroom together, and both of us gave intense pleasure to the other.



      That was the problem, probably--I was too content, and he started asking questions he had never asked in the past. I had seen no harm in them as he had first asked them, and so I had answered them, lazily.



      Completely out of character with him, but I understood it as his way of showing he cared. Or his way of acknowledging that I was really his, and because I was his he wanted to know every little damn thing about my life. He was possessive that way.



      "Woman."



      I lay flat back on the bed, completely glazed over and happy, sated, "hmm?"



      "I am not your first lover."



      I chuckled, not turning to look at him, though I know he had moved so that he could see me. Even in the dark, his Saiyan eyesight would leave nothing hidden. But I was still in too much of a sex haze. My voice was serene and calm, as I had no clue that this was the calm before the storm. "I'm almost thirty Vegeta. Of course your not my first lover."



      His voice was gruff, "so the weakling. He was your lover."



      I felt some alarm bells going off in my head, and I turned to him, though he was little more than a black shadow looming over me. But still, I couldn't sense anything too off, so I smiled at him, sighing, closing my eyes. "yes. He was my first." I pushed up on my elbows so that he couldn't loom over me so much, opening my eyes as I sharply asked, "why? You're not going to go off on some manly bent and kick his ass or anything, are you?"



      Vegeta was silent and I knew he was actually considering it. I frowned at him, and he surprised me by asking, "would it cause you much consternation if I did?"



      I flopped back down, amazed that the proud Saiyan prince was taking my feelings into account, "yes. It would. No beating up on Yamcha just because he and I lived on the same planet first." I smiled up at him, wishing I could see him as clearly as he could see me, "besides--you have me now. He doesn't. He never will again."



      Vegeta seemed satisfied with that, and I could hear the smirk, even if I couldn't see it, "damn right, Woman."



      There was another silence, and I felt my eyes drift close, but then his gruff voice rolled over me, opening my eyes, "you said the weakling was your first. Am I your second?"



      That's when I knew that the shit was going to hit the fan. There were certain things women had to keep to themselves.



      I felt my body instantly stiffen, and though I tried not to let it show, I knew he could sense the change in me. I turned my back to him, pulling the covers over my body, trying to come off nonchalant, "hmmm. I'm tired Vegeta."



      Vegeta's hand grabbed my upper arm, and turned me to face him before I could even blink, and the light by my bed snapped on, as he looked at me. His face was drawn tightly, "woman- you did not answer the question. Am I your second?"



      I frowned at him, but answered honestly, "no, Vegeta you aren't."



      He cursed up at storm, and I lay my hand on his chest, forcing him to look at me again as I continued, "you're my third."



      That seemed to calm him down considerably, and I can only imagine that he thought he had bedded the biggest whore this side of Jezebel before I had told him my incredibly small number. He seemed to relax, but I was still tense, as I almost could tell what his next question was going to be as he lay back down, his voice less gruff as he asked, "so who was your other lover?"



      I frowned, though I resisted the urge to roll back over, as I knew this would be a large tell of my lying. Not that I was lying--I was just omitting certain facts, "hardly a lover--simply a one night stand."



      But something in my voice must have alerted him, because he stiffened beside me as he softly repeated, "a one night stand…"



      I sighed, but closed my eyes, forcing my body to relax…as if I wasn't hiding something, "practically meaningless."



      Vegeta leveraged himself so he was over me again, I could feel him looming again, his stare forcing me to open my eyes. I opened my own eyes and found myself staring in the black depths that I was learning were the windows to the usually stone-faced Vegeta's emotions. Right now his eyes were drawn together, as he asked, "what aren't you telling me?"



      I kept my eyes large, innocent looking, "I have no clue what you're asking."



      Vegeta hissed, lowering himself to me, "Woman…"



      His growl would have worked if I hadn't been more scared about what he would do if he discovered the truth. I rolled my eyes, my voice light, "Vegeta, it was so long ago--Yamcha and I were on one of our many breaks, and this happened by accident. One time, and I've never thought of it since."



      Well that was also a lie, but there were REALLY some things a woman should never reveal to her current lover. No need for Vegeta to know that this one time thing had fueled many a fantasy before he had come onto the scene.



      Vegeta had nothing to worry about--since we had first been together a few months ago, no other guy would do it for me, and I knew that I was seriously falling for the dangerous man I shared my bed with night after night. But before he had come, there had been a few times when I had had to polish myself off from time to time (it really was a great stress reliever), and I couldn't help but think of the second man I had slept with, or the (extremely brief!) time we had shared together. A woman could only fantasize about her ten-year boyfriend for so long before he just wouldn't do it for her anymore. Well that and because my second lover had been more attentive and orgasmic than Yamcha ever was.



      But there was no way in hell I was letting Vegeta know any of this.



      I looked deeply into his eyes, trying to force him to drop it with a pleading look, but he only leant closer, sniffing me (damn those Saiyan noses!), before he frowned, "you're not completely lying…"



      I stuck my tongue out at him, "see, I told you."



      His frown deepened, "but you're not telling me something."



      I finally gave into the urge and rolled on my side, my back to him, "oh drop it. I'm not asking you for the name of every whore you've been with."



      He moved closer, and I could hear the 'aha!' in his voice when he said, "you're afraid of telling me who this 'one-time' 'meaningless' fling was with!"



      He had hit the nail on the head, but hell if I was going to admit that, "why would you think that?"



      There was smugness in his voice, "you said you weren't asking me the names of whom I've been with--implying that what you're hiding has to do with who this person is."



      I stiffened, groaning--but see what I mean? He turned into Sherlock fucking Holmes. "Vegeta, I suggest you drop this."



      But he was on it like a bloodhound on the scent of a criminal, "obviously you're embarrassed by who it is."



      Wrong!



      But let him think that, so I only noncommittally went, "hmm."



      "Or its someone we both know."



      Shit.



      My presence must have given something away because he sounded triumphant, "it's someone we both know!"



      I said nothing, and pulled the covers tighter.



      But he wasn't done, "so is it…that one--the one with the third eye?"



      Nothing. I was going to say nothing from this point on.



      Vegeta was on mystery-solving kick though, "no…you once told me his third eye creeped you out…and that he was with that one woman who changes from time to time."



      I prayed to every god I could think of, wishing for the earth to open and suck me into its core and for this moment to end, but Vegeta was nothing if not stubborn, "the little one you hid behind on Namek with no nose?"



      I resisted the urge to laugh, forcing myself to say nothing, do nothing.



      "No--the height discrepancy is too much, and you treat him more like a little kid than as a potential mate."



      Why couldn't I have had the dragon balls assembled so I could wish this whole conversation away to the far side of the galaxy, where it would be sucked up by some black hole?



      "That old man."



      I couldn't help that one--I scoffed, and Vegeta let out a chuckle, "just making sure you're listening Woman."



      I said nothing to that, closing my eyes, trying to relax my whole being, and drown out everything Vegeta was saying. But Vegeta wasn't done.



      "Who else do we both know that is a viable option for you to sleep with…"



      Nothing. He would get nothing from me.



      Vegeta was extremely interested in this subject, especially in accordance with my extreme dislike of this conversation, "it wasn't the green one, was it?"



      I tried to even my breathing, hoping he would think I had gotten so exhausted from his lovemaking that I would simply pass out. His voice just wouldn't stop though. "No, those Namekians have no reproductive organs--it couldn't have been him."



      There was a silence, and I felt myself relaxing, thinking he had given up on asking me. But I should have known he wouldn't be done until he had gotten satisfactory answers as he said, "besides, I'm your first non-earthling lover."



      I didn't mean to--but I tensed.



      Nothing big, but I knew my shoulders got a little closer to my neck, and I felt Vegeta exhale a large breath, "I'm not?"



      Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.



      Do nothing, Bulma. Just lay there.



      I tried to, but once again, I could almost hear the pieces falling into place in Vegeta's head, and I felt his hand on my upper arm, turning me again, a little more violently on his part than before.



      The light was still on, and I'm sure the guilt was written all over my face. He searched my face with his eyes, whispering, "no…"



      I kept my eyes open, and forced myself to stare straight at him, though I tried to keep my deepest secrets hidden. I must not have done a good job, because Vegeta looked physically pained as he whispered, "anyone but him."



      I gulped, but didn't move.



      Vegeta's hand tightened on my arm, his face drawing closer to mine. I suddenly wished I wasn't as naked as I was. His voice was harsh as he told me, "you said he was your best friend."



      I didn't say anything, fear of incriminating myself overwhelming me. I didn't know how Vegeta was going to react to this. I had a great fear then--one of the first ones I had felt around Vegeta since we had become lovers. I knew his temper was volatile, and I feared for my life.



      Vegeta's face had gone white, and I knew he was hoping I would deny it if he asked point blank the question he had hoped he would never have to utter, "you did not have sex with that idiot third-class weakling fool Kakarrot."



      He said it as a statement, and I would have loved nothing more than to give him a simple nod.



      Instead I stayed deathly still. Well, except for the large gulp I took.



      Instantly Vegeta was on top of me, both of his hands encircling my wrists as he held me to the bed, searching my face, looking at every nuance of my expressive face. Damn my expressive face--he must have seen something, because he threw back his head and howled (in pain, not in ecstasy--I knew what the second one looked like), before looking at me, his eyes glinting black, like coals. The usual fire of passion I saw in them was set ablaze now in hatred as he shook me, "why?! Why him woman?!"



      I wondered if silence was an acceptable answer, but as his grip on my wrists tightened, I sighed, trying to placate him with facts, "Vegeta it was ages upon ages ago--before he was even married--"



      Apparently silence was the right way to go, because Vegeta just let out another howl, and faster than I could blink, he was off the bed, pulling clothes on, before blasting out the open window, leaving me alone in the bed.



      I stared at the open doorway for a second, before the need for action overcame me, and I picked up the phone.

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A/N: I had a hell of time uploading this (thanks mediaminer for not allowing auto-text to be converted right!), so sorry for all typos- if you point them out I'll try to fix them

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