After the destruction of Namek Bulma suggests that everyone come and stay at Capsule Corp until the Nameks can wish themselves a new home. She calls Capsule Corporation to tell her parents to send a cargo plane big enough to transport all the Namekians and prepare for an influx of visitors. While they’re waiting Muri, Piccolo, and her began to discuss the problem, posed by Vegeta’s unwelcome presence among the Nameks. Dende has taken a liking to Bulma so he and Gohan linger nearby listening in the background.
"It would be best if the Saiyan did not actually stay in the same area as my people." Says the oldest Namek, "Even though in the end he aided in the attempt to stop Frieza. He did cause several deaths among us before then."
Then Piccolo says, "It would be would be safer for everyone involved if Vegeta were to be kept as far from the others as possible." He looks pointedly at Bulma.
They all turn and regard the girl.
"Wait a minute, you want me to have him to stay with me? Just because I said he was cute!" She stares at them. She hadn’t minded Vegeta coming along with them all, the grounds are extensive, but now they all seem to think she should keep him close to her. When what she really wants to do is to stay as far away from that crazy Saiyan as she possibly can. Whenever she looks at him she gets such a strange sensation. “Why can’t he just stay with you?”
Vegeta give her the willies, but not in the way the others might think.
"That would be extremely unwise." Says the elder Namek.
"That's right." Remarks Dende. "I even heard some of the others talking, they were wondering if they should try to get Vegeta when he‘s asleep."
“And the Saiyan is dangerous, he does need to be controlled, but unobtrusively.” says Piccolo.
“So you think I should be the one do that, huh?” argues the girl. “What do you think I am a babysitter or something?”
"Your monitoring him would be the best course of action." Says Piccolo reasonably.
“But if you really think we need to keep him separate from the Nameks maybe he should go live somewhere else.”
“Where would you suggest?” asks Piccolo. “An apartment in West City?”
"Unhuh, no way you are right about one thing. It’s to dangerous to just let him runaround loose!" She responds shaking her head vigorously.
The thought of being in any kind of close proximity to Vegeta for any length of time disturbs her. It’s not that she’s afraid of him or anything like that, even though by rights she should be terrified of him. In fact the real problem is, it’s exactly the opposite. He’s walking example of pure unadulterated sex appeal and of course these single sex Nameks obviously don’t get it at all. Why, does that damn Saiyan have to be such an attractive jerk?
“From what you have said about the extent of the grounds, I’m sure we can manage.” Says Muri, “I’ll see that my people avoid the areas where he will be in.”
“Why can’t he stay at the lookout?” She asks.
"You really think we should let him anywhere near Kame’ and the source of the dragonballs before Goku’s brought back?" says Piccolo.
“I guess that’s not such a hot idea after all.” She responds reluctantly, being around Vegeta just makes her feel all weird. After all, he did indirectly caused the death of Yamacha, and some of her other friends. Then he tried to kill Goku, Gohan and Krillian, himself. She should really hate him for that, but she just can’t seem bring herself to. For now she’d really prefer to just avoid him for awhile until she could figure out what’s going on and find a way to fight this ridiculous attraction to him. His presence makes her all hyper aware of her own femininity. It’s almost impossible to resist.
So she proposes, “What about Roshi’s?” But before anyone can answer she reconsiders it herself, “No, that’s no good either, Vegeta’s bad enough already. I can just imagine how much worse he’d get if that dirty old man and Oolong had a chance to corrupt him.”
"And he certainly can't go to Goku’s," continues Piccolo logically.
That’s when Gohan pipes in, “Mom wouldn't allow him within a hundred meters without trying to kill him."
"Yeah, she can barely tolerate Piccolo." She retorts glancing at the Namekian warrior with a grin.
Piccolo crosses his arms and looks at her, "But Vegeta would feel less threatened staying with a female. Preferably someone who is familiar but that he knows poses no real danger to him. And he‘ll needs to be distracted from the others."
"So you now want me to keep him distracted and safely away from the Nameks, who’ll be staying at the compound, too." She glowers at Piccolo. “Why not give me something really hard to do?” She asks sarcastically.
“It’s the only plan we have.” States Piccolo.
The others nod in agreement.
She shakes her head vehemently in disagreement, "Well I think it's a totally rotten idea! Vegeta’s just plain vicious and practically crazy. I’d have to be watching him constantly,” she throws her hands in the air to emphasis the chaos point, “and what if he decides to suddenly go berserk? Then what do I do, even with the help of all Nameks and every available resource in CC's security, I don’t think we could stop him!”
“’Bulma.’” Says a voice.
She stops startled and looks around in confusion for a moment, "Who said that?" There’s no one near the conferring group but the two boys.
"It's King Kai!" Says Dende wonderingly, they have all picked up his telepathic communication.
They all look upwards.
“’That's right, Bulma.’” Says the ethereal voice with a chuckle.
She follows their gaze, finally recognizing the voice, even though she knows she’ll see nothing. “So I suppose you want me to take him on, too?” She frowns in annoyance.
“’My dear, I just wanted to give you my full assurance that if you undertake this task, I know that Vegeta will not go berserk.’” The Kai 's voice suddenly takes on a hint of amusement as if he knows something. "'In fact it’s the best solution possible, nothing awful will happen once you accept Vegeta.'"
Only Muri and Piccolo seems to notice the odd phrasing of King Kai’s statement.
"How can I believe you, I’ve never even seen you." She demands, crossly staring skywards. “All I know about you, is this weird disembodied voice of yours and what the others tell me. That in itself always seemed a little fishy to me.” She glares upwards with her hands on her hips. Now the strange voice of that Kai, comes out of nowhere and wants her to take on the nutty Saiyan too. Everyone seems determined to stick her with him.
Piccolo, Dende and the others are horrified at her hostile attitude towards King Kai.
Piccolo grabs her shoulders and spins her around to face him; "No one questions the Kai's word."
“’That's all right Piccolo, she's got a right to be skeptical. She doesn’t understand, after all, she’s only an ordinary human.’”
“I am not ordinary!!” She says stamping her foot. ‘These men!! If you’re not muscled up all over and a fighter, then they all tend to ignore you until they need something from you.’
“’Perhaps you're right.” There's a soft chuckle and then the Kai's voice continues. “’Anyone who can manage to keep up with these extraordinary warriors, as well as you have done over the years, is not ordinary.’”
"Thank you." Bulma says, somewhat mollified but not sure why the Kai thinks it’s so funny. "But I'm still not too sure about this idea."
"'Tell you what, I can monitor Vegeta from here in other world. If he does show signs of ‘going berserk’, which he won’t, I’ll inform Piccolo and Gohan right away and they can come to help, alright?’” The Namekians all get the sense that there’s going to be something more involved in the situation. But that King Kai is not inclined to impart that private knowledge.
“Can you really do something like that?” She asks skeptically.
Piccolo answers. “Yes he can, I’ve seen him do it.”
"Well, I guess that's better than having to try and handle him with just Capsule Security and the Nameks." She answers reluctantly, “Piccolo did stop him from hurting Gohan.” She is unaware of the unusual undercurrent that the others are sensing. King Kai is definitely up to something. “You’re certain, it’s not going to be a problem?”
“’All it requires, is for me to keep an antenna cocked in Vegeta’s direction.’” replies the Kai.
"You just better not blow it and leave me hanging," She threatens,"because if Vegeta does kill me, the first thing I'm doing after I die will be to come after you!" She glares up at the sky.
King Kai chuckles,"'I promise you’ll be perfectly safe with Vegeta.'"
With that the disembodied voice in their minds vanishes.
Bulma looks crossly at the dumbfounded Nameks, no one had ever considered talking to a Kai that way before, except maybe Goku. It’s also pretty obvious that King Kai fully expects her to be able to handle the half-mad Saiyan without a problem.
They all look at her with a new if somewhat puzzled sense of respect.
“Well I guess I’m gonna be stuck with him.” She glances in the direction the Saiyan had taken. Then her brow furrows and she starts to look thoughtful, “Something to distract Vegeta with, huh? He’s just another fighter after all. I suppose I could build a special training area for him, maybe something with modified attack drones. Hmmm..., let me think about this a minute, yeah and I could install a gravity control of some kind.” She stares off into space awhile her eyes all unfocused.
Then she abruptly looks up, "Alright, I'll take care of Vegeta. I can stick him in my tower when we get back to Capsule Corp. I’ll put him up in one of my guest apartments. And I’ll do my best to try and keep him away from the Nameks. But that‘s all understand." She glares at Piccolo and Gohan, shaking her finger at them, “You two just better be ready to come double quick if King Kai tells you that I need your help."
“Okay Bulma.” says the young Saiyan.
Piccolo bows his head in acquiescence then adds, “I thought I’d probably stay with the other Nameks for a while anyway.”
“Well I guess that would make things a little safer.” She relaxes a little.
When Dr. Briefs and ChiChi arrive with cargo plane, the group apprises Bulma’s father of their consensus. Although he tends to agree with Bulma’s opinion of Vegeta, he also feels that with King Kai’s assurance and Piccolo’s presence there should be no major complications.
So while Professor Briefs, Gohan and ChiChi begin boarding the Nameks on the cargo plane. Bulma reluctantly goes off looking for the one Saiyan that she’d much rather have been avoiding, than ending up taking to her home.
As the other Nameks are getting onto the plane. Piccolo and Muri look after the departing girl.
“There’s something going on between that particular human and Vegeta.” says Muri.
“Yes, I’ve seen this happen before.” Replies Piccolo. “It’s fascinating, it has something to do with their method of reproduction.”
“Really?” asks the other Namek, “How so?”
“It’s very odd, it takes two beings, to mate and create a single new one.”
“Why is that?” asks Muri.
“They have two separate sexes.”
“Two?”
“Yes each entity only has half of what is needed for the reproductive process. So it takes one of each, a male and a female, to complete reproduction.”
“Really?! That is strange, and you’d think it would be very inefficient.”
“It is, and time consuming too.” Piccolo shakes his head.
“But if all they want to do is reproduce why don’t they do so and get it over with?”
“There are difficulties.”
“They’re not the same sex are they?” Muri looks in the direction the girl had taken, “They don’t look all that similar.”
“No, it something else.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“Although Bulma is a female, and Vegeta’s a male, she’s human, while he is Saiyan.” says Piccolo.
“That’s the big problem!?” A sudden look of possible comprehension appears on Guru’s face. “Is it because they incapable of the interaction, physically incompatible?”
“No, it’s not that. Gohan is the result of such a mating between a Saiyan and a human. The two races are extremely compatible, and in fact the resultant hybrid offspring is a vastly superior to either parent race. The real problem is that though Bulma and Vegeta are attracted to each other, human mating customs are complicated, and in the very least to say, odd. And make matters even more difficult, Vegeta may have some competition for the female‘s attention, since she’s been involved with another male human on and off for some time now. Yamcha, he’s one of the original three that they want to restore to life.”
“Oh.”
“So unfortunately, it won’t be simple for them. I don’t know anything about Vegeta‘s people‘s mating customs, but my observations tend to indicate that most humans usually pair for life.”
“Mated for life?”
“It has to do with supporting the female during reproduction even after mating it takes several more months for a female to fully form the offspring for live birth. Then they raise the child together.”
“They don’t do eggs? How odd.” Then Muir has another thought, “But mated for life to Vegeta!” Muri’s eyes widen. “What a terrifying thought.”
“Yes, but obviously King Kai thinks she can handle him.” Answers Piccolo.
“I think I understand it now that’s what the Kai meant by if she accepts him.” Says Muri. “She must be something extraordinary.”
“Evidently.”
They gaze after the girl and then turn to join the others in boarding the plane.
Vegeta’s been cautiously monitoring the entire refugee group from a little way off, just at the fringe of the forest. The Prince has also been contemplating his miraculously restored chance at life. He can remember the events leading to his death clearly and the memory is seared into his soul. That he, Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans, had been reduced to tears, begging a third rate warrior like Kakarot to accomplish what he had been unable to do. It’s unbearable, when the upstart returns Vegeta will have to utterly defeat and destroy him just to restore his pride.
Although he should actually be grateful. The knowledge of Freiza death had been liberating. He was finally free of the evil creature that had controlled his life since early childhood. The stress and constant pressure caused by maintaining the continuous deception of loyalty to that monster is finally gone. That and knowing he is no longer is forced to do someone else’s bidding is a tremendous relief to the Saiyan Prince.
Conquest was one thing, and Vegeta has always reveled in well-fought battles. But he had never particularly enjoyed inflicting useless pain and destruction on helpless defeated prey merely because Frieza’s commanded it.
Even if he doesn’t actually regret his past actions, he had been given very little choice in the matter. If he had, he might have done things differently. But he had needed to do whatever he had to survive, and to convince Freiza of his feigned loyalty. Keeping the lizard tyrant’s suspicions allayed until he was strong enough to be able destroy him.
But now suddenly Frieza is gone, and Vegeta is free to pursue his own goals. The first of which is to find out how Kakarot had managed to make the breakthrough to Super Saiyan and then do so himself. Thus enabling him to destroy that upstart and the others that had witnessed his single moment of weakness. Then perhaps he’ll lay claim that extremely enticing female of Kakarot's he’s been watching. What was it that he heard them call her? Oh yes, Bulma. And after he’s finished with her, he’ll begin carving his own empire across the galaxy, so the name of Vegeta and the memory of the Saiyan race will never vanish.
While he’s been thinking over all this on one level, he’s also been observing the small conferring group. When he hears a strange noise, he looks up and see the arrival of a very clumsy looking vehicle. He watches it land and the emergence of its occupants. He doesn’t exactly understand who these other humans are but the newly arrived female seems to be overly concerned with that brat of Kakarot‘s.
He had almost come out when it landed but had quickly changed his mind when he caught sight of that gorgeous female of Kakarot’s, hugging the vehicle’s other occupant. So he decided to stay where he was and just watch. She’s certainly a noisy one, but makes up for most of it by being so easy on the eyes.
He glances at vehicle's second occupant, noting with a surprised “Humph!” That the new female is hugging the kid. He eavesdrops in on the conversation and realizes suddenly that she’s the brat’s mother! He had believed the first female was.
How lucky can that idiot Kakarot be, this is almost intolerable! Vegeta’s almost livid. Not only has he managed to become a Super Saiyan, but now it also seems that he has two females at his disposal! While Vegeta, who’s a prince doesn’t even have one.
Suddenly he senses someone coming. He tenses up, preparing to fight in case it's any of those blasted Nameks bent on seeking vengeance before they leave. Then realizes it's the first female, just what he doesn’t need right now. Why is it that she can disturb and distract him so much at the same time? It vexes him a little that her mere presence should affect him so strangely.
And why does she have to be so damned beautiful, anyway? His loins tighten at the thought of her. He feigns indifference at her approach, while in truth, just the sight of her stimulates all of his senses. He can feel his heart pounding. Well, he's not going to let her know how much she affects him; it's bad enough that she already knows that he thinks she's attractive.
Bulma finds him leaning back, sulking against a tree, arms crossed.
Immediately she notices a difference, that there’s a sense of something having changed about him, but she’s not sure what it is.
She shivers, those weird feelings have started welling up inside her again. Damn, why does Vegeta have to be so sexy looking, anyway? Seeing him in that skintight uniform of his doesn’t help matters either, the sight of him makes her tingly all over. She’s never been so turned on by just the sight of someone quite like this before. Every single muscle on his body is delineated, while the rents in his uniform only serve to accentuate his well-built chest and abs.
What is it that has changed about him? He doesn’t seem quite so intimidating.
It’s just not fair that he has to be so gorgeous, just standing there, he looks like some beautiful young god. Yeah, she reminds herself harshly, a god of chaos, waiting to unleash total destruction. She mentally shakes herself, you need to get a hold of yourself, girl. Vegeta is not someone you should allow yourself to fall for. For God's sake, you’ve seen the amount of damage he’s capable of causing and you know he's a half-crazy ruthless murderer, to boot.
Suddenly she realizes, that’s it! The sense of his teetering on the explosive edge of insanity is gone! Somehow he has become more controlled, there is no hint of any instability or madness left. It’s been replaced by a fierce look of determined purposefulness.
She stops in front of him and waits, when finally he looks up at her, she gazes into his eyes. Oh God, those ebony eyes of his, they seem to pierce her right to her soul. That barely restrained fury of his still burns in them, but the menacing maniacal gleam is definitely gone!
He stares at her then finally asks, “Well, what do you want?” Glowering at her angrily, she’s a vision, framed by the undergrowth, her glistening blue eyes are almost veiled by that fringe shining aqua hair across her forehead. The dapples of sunlight make it shine like liquid silver.
She returns his look, asking sarcastically, "I was wondering if you were planning on staying there holding that tree up the rest of your life or if you want to come with us?" Why can’t she shake the feeling he causes in her and the suspicion that she has something to offer him that he desperately needs?
"And just what should I do, woman?" Growls Vegeta, pulling his eyes away determined not to look at her. Her scent is intoxicating, it surprises him when it starts to arouse him.
"Come with us of course," she replies, "Unless you plan on sleeping on the ground or have got a hotel reservation somewhere. The Nameks are all coming to stay at the Capsule compound. There’s several spare buildings we’re going to convert for their use and I thought you might want to come along too. Although, since you’re not exactly Mr. Popular with them, we thought it might be better if you stayed up in an apartment in my tower instead of with all of them, at least for the time being."
"So you're going to be my protector," he responds sarcastically, "or is it more like my prison guard?" Finally looking back up at her, he notes how the stray strands of her hair dance in the light breeze, shimmering.
With an unconsciously graceful movement, she absently reaches up to brush them behind her ear.
Then putting her hands on her hips she gives him a look, filled with exasperation, "Neither, I just thought you might want a place to stay where you’d be a little more comfortable!"
"So I’m supposed to stay with you and his other female along with that half Saiyan brat of his while we all wait happily for Kakarot to return home?" He sneers, can't she see he wants her to leave him alone. “Not likely!”
He's fully capable of taking care of himself on any planet, he’s slept in worse places and those few stupid Nameks couldn’t hurt him if they tried. But he can’t help noticing that even with that cross look, she’s incredibly lovely. Maybe he’ll keep her after he destroys Kakarot.
"What are you talking about..? Me and his other female.?, Do you mean ChiChi and Gohan? They don‘t live with..,” It suddenly dawns on her that Vegeta’s somehow has gotten the idea that she and ChiChi are both with Goku! She starts laughing.
What does this irritating female think is so funny? He stands straighter glaring at her, as he tries to ease the sudden uncomfortable snugness in his uniform that her presence is causing. He just wishes she'd stop laughing and go away. Her proximity is starting to make him ache. Maybe when he’s done with her he’ll destroy her too, after all.., or not.,.., or., he can’t decide.
"Aha, ha, ha, ha....," Bulma’s laughter slowly devolves into giggles, as she starts getting a hold of herself. Catching her breath she finally manages to sputter, "You., ha, ha, ha., thought that me., he, he, he., and Go, ho, ho, Goku were...! You ..,ha, ha, ha, ..,gotta ha, be he, he, kidding." Even through her mirth she can’t keep herself from appraising his lithe muscular body, as she gasps for breath, her eyes widen as she notices the appearance of a suspicious bulge in his pants.
Seeing his reaction causes her breath to catch in her throat. ‘Great! Now I’m giving him a hard-on., that’s just what I need, another sex crazed pervert like Roshi and Oolong.’ But she can’t help being secretly pleased that she’s causing him the same problems that he causes her.
Vegeta can't tear his eyes off the intriguing way her chest is heaving as she gasps for breath. He's actually throbbing in time to it! This conversation is becoming almost unbearable, but for some inexplicable reason he is loath to depart.
At last, when Bulma regains a little more in control, she continues. "I've never thought of Goku, as anything but a friend. Heck he’s just little kid, trapped in a man's body.” She grins, “And ChiChi would probably kill me if I even looked at him in any other way! He’s way too young for me, Vegeta. Good grief,” she shakes her head, “I've known him since he was little kid, heck I even bathed him once back then, there's just no way."
Vegeta looks at her dumbfounded, she’s not Kakarot's! Could it be that a female of her obvious appeal is actually unclaimed, no that’s impossible!
In total surprise at this new thought, his physical reaction to her proximity suddenly subsides, perplexed he asks, "Then was Krillian your mate?”
She pauses, wondering, "Why do you think I have to be with someone anyway?"
Still shocked that she’s not Kakarot’s mate, he responds without pausing to consider his words, "Desirable Saiyan females always mate early and do not travel far, unless accompanied by some sort of male relative for protection." Thinking, ‘Could it really be true? That she is unattached!?’
She inwardly she wonders, does that mean he thinks I’m desirable? But she still counters testily, "Well if you haven't noticed, I'm not a Saiyan,” she turns sideways, “see no tail. Us human females are different, we’re independent, going where we want, when we want. And all alone if that's what we decide to do.” Then adds indignantly, “I‘m also fully capable of protecting myself thank you very much.”
She pauses, a look of regret flashes across her face, “But to answer your question, no I'm not married.” She’s reminded of what started this all and wails, "And thanks to you and your buddy, Yamcha’s gone. I don't even have a boyfriend anymore!"
He stares at her in amazement, she is unattached! Wasn’t Yamcha one of those weaklings that the cultivars dispatched? If a female of her quality was stuck with someone as ineffectual as that, he can just imagine how weak the rest of these humans must be.
Vegeta becomes even more intrigued; things are certainly starting to look up.
Due to his traumatic childhood experiences, he had always found it extremely difficult to respond or react sexually to anyone. But proximity to this fascinating female can actually stir him. Not only is she available but even more amazingly, she can actually elicit a spontaneous physical reaction from him to the point of discomfort.
His initial attraction to her was not totally in vain after all. It has been quite some time since he has had any desire to have an intimate sexual encounter with anyone. This female has definitely proved she is capable of arousing him, it could prove interesting to find out what else she can do.
Bulma gives herself a little shake, to rid herself of morose memories, then looks at Vegeta again, "Well are you coming with us or not?"
Vegeta considers the intriguing possibilities she suddenly presents, and his slow calculated smile appears, "Perhaps I will accompany you." He nods and moves to follow her. This planet may just have some potential after all, at least for some amusement. Maybe he’ll even make it his new home base after all.
God look at the way those muscles of his ripple as he moves, she thinks. Her eyes scan his body once more before she turns to start to leading the way to back to the plane, well, at least his hard-on is gone.
As Bulma walks ahead of him, the Dark Prince follows, avidly watching sensual sway of her hips with a look of lustful anticipation that might have frightened her it she had happened to see it. Reaching the plane she stops. Turning to him she says, “I need to talk to my dad for a second, you better wait here.” She goes over and speaks to the older human that had come out of the plane, he glances over at Vegeta and nods in agreement about something.
She returns and points up the ladder saying, “I’m going to fly us back, I figured it might be better if you ride up in the cockpit with me instead of in back with the others.”
He nods in assent, being with her is much preferable to being stuck with all those irritating Nameks anyway.
She starts climbing up the ladder and he follows her up, staring at her temptingly rounded behind, the fabric of her tights leaves little to the imagination. Unaware of his raptious gaze, she clambers in and starts the engine. He climbs in after her and takes the seat beside hers.
Once he’s settled in the Saiyan Prince continues assessing the girl, "So where did you say are we going?"
Talking, while she preps the plane for take off, she answers, "To the Capsule Corporation complex in West City, where I live. There’s tons of room, cause we’ve always had various experts coming and going for consultations. So each department was equipped with it’s own extensive set of guest apartments. My parents live there, too."
She flips the intercom switch, “Is everybody in and settled?”
Her father’s voice comes back, “Yes, Pumpkin we’re all buckled in.”
“I’m closing her up then.” A rumbling vibrates through the plane as the cargo door closes.
She glances at Vegeta and notices a look of consternation on his face.
Not only the Nameks but her parents too, this could complicate things just a bit.
As if reading his thoughts, Bulma smiles, "Oh, don't worry, mom and dad are used to me always bringing home friends to stay at my place for awhile. I've got my own living area apart from theirs, a whole tower all to myself. It’s almost as if I’ve got my own private apartment building. For safety’s sake we won’t quarter any of the Nameks in my tower."
Why in the world did I tell him that! Bulma rails at herself, he's much too dangerous! Too much to even tease let alone flirt with, but she’s secretly pleased when she sees Vegeta's face clear.
She stops talking and concentrates on taking off. Once airborne they travel in silence, as she’s busy setting the course, just exchanging equally appraising glances. When she finishes with the adjustments and lays in the final headings, Bulma asks, "Why did you ever work for Frieza in the first place, if you hated him so much?" She hopes, maybe if I can get him talking, I’ll stop obsessing about his body.
The Saiyan Prince’s face turns morose. "Frieza took me from my home when I was a child; I had to go with him after he defeated my father. As Crown Prince of the Saiyans I was held as hostage for my people's service, to force them to become his slave army."
Bulma interrupts him momentarily, taken aback; "Wait a minute! You really are a Prince!? I thought..,"
Vegeta nods.
‘Oh my God! He is an actual prince!’ She thinks. It wasn’t delusions of grandeur, he was making up when he was taunting Gohan. She had thought he was just saying it to cow and intimidate the poor kid. But he wasn’t lying! He’s not just some ordinary crazy Saiyan warrior bent on destruction! She stares at him in amazement.
Then he continues, "Frieza originally planned only to use me to keep my father and people firmly under his control.” He pauses and with a grimace of distaste adds, “Then after he saw me, he decided to take me into his ‘personal’ service. He kept me beside him, so I would be available to attend him whenever he wanted. At first, I was determined to fight him, Saiyan pride and honor demanded it. Even though I was just child, I was still a Prince of the Blood. Alone, I resisted everyone and everything they did to me." His eyes burn with remembered pain and humiliations inflicted by his captors during the early years of his bondage.
It must have been terrible for him, to be torn from his home and parents by a monster like Frieza. To be used as a pawn to control them and his race. No wonder he's always angry, she thinks. The stirring of her sympathies for his childhood plight begins to overcome her many trepidations about him.
The Saiyan Prince shivers slightly at the memories of his past torments. "He had me disciplined along with...., other things," the old horrors of his captivity, the terrible nights of torment in Frieza’s private rooms. When he was being both tortured and sexually assaulted by the beast and his favored minions, flood his mind, "for my defiance!"
Bulma vaguely intuits Vegeta's deep anguish but doesn't yet quite understand it's true cause. She wonders how old he was when he’d been taken from his home. Could it be that's what causes his barely controlled constant rage? No there has to be something else, something more painful, to stir such fury and push him to the brink of madness.
Vegeta broods over Frieza's cruelty. It had not been limited to just causing indiscriminate death and destruction. His evil encompassed all forms, from the universally vast and to the personally subtle. He was unbridled and unrestrained in his perverted viciousness, even to the point of arranging "entertainments" using his victims as playthings for himself and those of his troops who enjoyed such things. Vegeta the child had been a victim as well, forced to both watch and participate. Frieza didn't even hesitate at stooping to relieving his own twisted sexual pleasures on the young Saiyan princeling in his power. Because of Vegeta’s good looks and stamina he had become a ‘favorite’ of the beast. Surviving hardships that had killed lesser victims.
His prolonged stiff silence draws her full attention. Seeing the tormented facial expression, she suddenly begins to suspect how much more may really be involved in those ‘other things’. Just what Vegeta is not putting into words, the ‘services’ he was forced to perform and the terrible things that he may have actually been subjected to during his long captivity!
Vegeta's starts speaking again, his voice has become almost emotionless, his anger is so intense, "Trying to teach to me not only to obey him but also to submit fully to his demands. Wanting to break me to his will, physically as well as mentally.” An almost feral look appears on Vegeta’s face. “So finally, I let him think that he had won."
Could it be? Her eyes widen in sudden comprehension. A child completely alone, at the mercy of Frieza, one of the most brutal creatures in the universe. Surrounded by numerous other monsters that were all fully accustomed to cruelly violent acts. Beings with twisted appetites who had little or no moral restraints. If so, how horrible, she nods to herself in sudden understanding, but it would explain the real source of his suppressed fury.
The Saiyan's eyes narrow with his burning anger, "But his plans had backfired, oh I learned all right, but what I learned from Frieza was cunning, and deceit. I learned how to pretend to like what was happening to me. I started faking enjoyment and feigned my loyalty to him."
She marvels at his survival. For a mere child to persevere against such abuse and to be able to maintain any semblance of sanity was amazing.
His grin is a grimace of remembered triumph, "And I thought that I had succeeded, that I had fooled him, that I had fooled them all. Waiting patiently, working at building up my strength, till I would become strong enough to destroy him, to free my people and myself."
Her admiration for him continues to grow, such determination of will and purpose. Perhaps he isn't as bad as she had first thought. Just horribly mistreated as a child and now totally misunderstood as a man.
Then Vegeta's seeming calm is shattered, he grinds his teeth in anger, "And it was all just a sham, a total waste. Freiza was planning all along to kill them all, my father included," he pounds his fist against his leg in frustration, "and he destroyed our planet without a second thought!”
Vegeta’s eyes burn with unquenched anger, “And now I find that he was doing even more, he was methodically hunting down and eliminating the last few scattered remnants of my people that had been left!” His sorrow is palatable beneath his fury. The madness begins to once more gnaw at the edges of his mind. “Why didn’t I suspect? Why didn’t I know!”
Bulma longs to take him in her arms to calm and comfort him. To distract him from his pain, she softly asks, "But if you thought all the Saiyans were destroyed, why did you stay with him after that?" Bulma's voice brings him back from the brink of his madness
. He is breathing heavily, radiating fury. "I still hoped for a chance at revenge, I dreamed of finding a way to finally destroy Frieza. I worked hard to try and become the one thing he feared the most, a legendary Super Saiyan. So I could at least avenge my father and my people."
Incredible, instead of giving up, in despair like almost anyone else might have done, he had continued to fight determined to succeed against all odds. Just as Goku would do.
Vegeta shakes his head, "But Kakarot has even stolen my vengeance from me."
Bulma realizes that Vegeta has managed to somehow transfer all his pent-up fury, onto Goku‘s shoulders. She doesn’t understand why, not knowing Vegeta’s anger increases each time he thinks about how he had begged Goku to destroy Frieza.
She’s taken aback for a moment by his almost animalistic fierceness, his unbridled rage towards her long time friend. But it also stirs her strangely, exciting her to her core. This is a real man, truly primitive in his savage masculinity but then she had known that from the moment she first saw him back on Namek. Even then, his suppressed rage had strangely attracted her, even through her wariness.
His barely controlled anger is even arousing her now. She squirms in her seat, heated and throbbing. She clenches her thighs together trying to get relief. Fiercely concentrating on flying as she tries to suppress her sudden flaring desires.
"Well, at least Frieza's dead and it's over." Bulma says, desperately trying to get a grip on her own wild emotions.
"I will get Kakarot for that!" He mutters, still caught up by his burning anger at Goku, he doesn't notice her distressed condition or her response to his fury. His anger consumes his full attention.
Slowly regaining her emotional control Bulma says. "Perhaps, but Goku isn't that easy to defeat." She glances at the seething prince speculatively, "So until then, what are you going to do?"
She’s finally lost the last of her reservations about Vegeta. All she wants to do now it try to help him, and maybe even... She pushes that tempting thought away.
"I don't know." He looks over at her; "It seems I'm stuck on this little backwater planet, at least for now." Then his shoulders slump in dejection.
She arches an eyebrow at his bitterness. For some reason his despair bothers her, weighting down her own spirit much more than it should.
He shakes himself, and straightens, emotions settling as he begins to form a vague plan, "I need to start training again, I have to increase my strength while I wait for Kakarot. No third rate warrior will surpass me for long. After all, I am the Prince of all Saiyans, a member of the super elite of all warriors. I will settle things between us!" He had always excelled in strategy.
His ego’s incredible, but that’s probably what helped him succeed in maintaining his resistance and sanity for so long. She purses her lips, maybe she can do something to distract him, something that will keep him from fighting with Goku.
Thinking hard, she finally posing a question, "And if there was a way for you to get off Earth?"
He tenses a little, interest piqued, "I'd try to find out if there are any other Saiyans left besides Kakarot and myself. It’s my responsibility, I need to know for certain that they’re all dead or if there’s a chance of any having been overlooked and left alive somewhere." Even this slight attitude change encourages her, musing for a moment longer she slowly says, "Wel.l.l.., dad started working on another spaceship when we left."
"A ship!?" Exclaims Vegeta suddenly looking even more interested and less downcast.
"I don't know if he ever got it finished," she cautions, "he might have dropped the project when he started working on the one for Goku."
“If it is completed I’d could use it to search for more Saiyans.” States Vegeta thoughtfully.
"If it isn’t it could take a while to get it finished." Replies Bulma carefully; her spirit rises as his interest does.
“That’s all right I don’t plan on leaving until after I’ve taken care of Kakarot anyway.”
The towers of West City start to loom over the horizon.
"Well, we're almost there. I'm for a hot bath and some decent food." She glances at the man seated beside her. "How about you?"
Vegeta’s ears perk up at the mention of food, the constant ache of his never satisfied hunger raises it’s head.
"It sounds interesting." Replies Vegeta, and for the first time Bulma sees the Saiyan Prince's real smile. For some reason it makes her smile back at him in response.
They land on the main pad, there’s a small group of people waiting at the edge to welcome the visitors. Bulma lowers the cargo door, then shuts down the plane. Then the girl and the Saiyan Prince clamber down out of the plane’s cockpit.
Bulma tells him, “Just wait here a sec.” So the Saiyan Prince stays near the plane, slowly the wondering Nameks form up in a group behind him as they exit the plane. Gohan, the other female and the old man have joined the smaller group of people. Bulma joins them, there‘s a babble of talk and several gestures.
Then the first female, who he now realizes, is actually Kakarot’s mate, glares in Vegeta’s direction and starts to take a step towards him but is stopped by the largest man from the second group. Then another older man speaks to Kakarot’s female and Bulma puts a restraining hand on the other woman’s arm saying something else. The two men nod and the all depart, leaving just Bulma her father and a third female.
Bulma starts talking to them. The woman nods and follows her back to Vegeta.
As they walk towards the group, her mother says. “So that’s the much fabled Vegeta?” Mrs. Briefs gives the Saiyan a long appraising look and then glances over at her daughter and nods, apparently pleased by something that only she can see.
Her daughter can’t seem keep her gaze off the Saiyan Prince for very long, “Yup, that’s him.”
“Why didn’t you tell me he was such an attractive looking monster.” She teases her daughter. “MOM!!”
Bulma stops in front of the new arrivals. “Well guys, this is going be your new home for awhile. It’s not the Taj Mahal but I think you’re gonna like it!”
Vegeta has been assessing the grounds dominated by a nearby centrally located dome with two towers, rising at opposite ends, one slightly taller than the other.
Bulma’s mother peers at the broodingly handsome looking man. She smiles and rushes over to him, gushing. “Hi, are you the one who helped Goku save my beautiful little girl from those horrible men? You should get a medal, you‘re a hero!”
He looks at her in shock, “What!? ...Hero!?”
Irritated, Vegeta suddenly spots something, “A ship!” He walks over to look at it, and Bulma’s father comes over and stands next to him.
“She’s a real beauty, advanced supertronics, the best. Self generated laser-powered reactor, and a stereo system that will bring the house down.” Bulma’s father tells him with pride.
Vegeta enters the ship and looks around impressed by what he sees, suddenly the communicator comes on Bulma’s mother face appears. “Hi Vegeta, come on out, cold drinks for everyone! I’ve made a Shirley Temple for you!”
He scowls but the sight of the drinks stir his hunger and he goes out to join the others.
After drinks are distributed, Bulma’s mother takes her daughter aside, “So you’re taking him to your tower, and you don’t want any the other of these new guests assigned there? ” Her mother looks conspiratorially at her. Then towards Vegeta who is cautiously sipping the pink drink in his hand. He licks his lips and starts gulping it down.
Bulma shakes her head, “It’s not like that at all, mom! It’s only because the Nameks and Vegeta don’t really get along, we all decided it might be better if he and I were the only ones in my tower.”
“Alright dear, there’s still plenty of room elsewhere.”
Her mother looks speculatively at the Prince, then asks “Is Vegeta related to Goku?”
“Nope.”
“Well, he looks like him! Maybe their cousins and don‘t know it.”
“Well he’s not. I’m going to take him upstairs now to get settled.”
Her mother heads back to the huddled mass of Nameks and her husband.
Bulma calls after her, “Thanks, Mom.” Her mother waves a hand in response.
Bulma comes over to Vegeta.
“What‘s going on?” asks the Saiyan.
“Oh my mom’s imagination gets the best of her sometimes. She convinced you’re related to Goku. And to top that off probably thinks you’re my new boyfriend or something.”
“I’M NOT..,!” he starts.
“I know that and so you do, but if we try to deny it, it’ll only convince her that she’s right.” Says the girl resignedly.
Bulma then stops and hurries back to catch her mother. “Mom, what time are you planning supper?
" “About sevenish, dear.”
“Would you mind if Vegeta joins us?”
“Not at all. What about the Nameks? Is there special anything we need to fix for them?”
“Oh I forgot to tell you, you won’t have to worry about that, they don’t eat. All they need is an adequate water supply. I’m guessing it’s chlorophyll that makes them green, and they make their own food like plants do.”
Her mother turns to her momentarily, "How interesting, well that’s one less problem then. But wouldn’t you two rather be alone?” She winks playfully at her daughter.
“NO, MOM!” Bulma glares at her mother, “You’re imagining things again!”
“Alright dear, dinner’s at seven, we’ll see you both then.”
“Remember he’s a Saiyan, you know how much Goku and Gohan can eat.”
“Thanks for the reminder, I’ll be sure to make plenty and start fixing it as soon as I can get your other guests settled in. But could you be sure to drag you dad out of that thing in time, too?” Her mother gestures towards the ship. “You know how it is when he’s got a new project. He’s gets all wrapped up in it and forgets the time.”
Bulma grins nodding. "Well, I might have something else to put him to work on tomorrow. I want to try building something new. I’m gonna need his help."
"Whatever you like dear, just remember I count on you to help me get you father fed regularly when you’re here at home."
Bulma nods and turns towards Vegeta.
"Come on, I'll show you where you'll be staying."
Bulma leads him off to the dome he had seen earlier, opposite the direction that her parents are taking the Nameks.
Vegeta's interest perks up, so he will have a chance to be alone with her when the right time comes.
Bulma heads towards the building, once inside he sees the main floor is an atrium garden filled with several types of small animals. He can just make out a stream that empties into large pool on the far side of the dome.
As she leads him towards the elevator entrance of the second tallest tower, several small animals bound towards them. Colorful birds flit down from the trees. The animals begin to frolic around Bulma’s legs, gleefully welcoming the girl home, as the birds joyfully circle her head. Other creatures move towards them in a more dignified manner but are equally welcoming once they reach her, rubbing against and twining around her legs affectionately. She happily pats several, scratches some of the others and generally grins at all of them.
As a colorful bird lands on her shoulder, he asks, “What are all these pesky things?”
“They’re my parent’s pets. Mom and dad are always taking in strays.” She looks back at him. “You‘re lucky they do, it’s one of the reasons I knew they wouldn’t mind me bringing back the whole pack of you.”
Their tails wagging, some of the friendlier land bound ones turn to greet Vegeta, he decides to tolerate them, even though he’s still slightly annoyed with her. One of the more dignified sinuous types seems particularly taken with him. It starts rubbing against his legs, a strange non-threatening sound rumbles from it’s chest.
They finally reach the elevator doors.
While waiting he asks, "So now what are we supposed to do? Your mother thinks I’m related to Kakarot and assumes I'm your boyfriend." He glares at the girl.
Bulma shrugs, “I’ll straighten it all out later.” Then snaps back at him when she sees his glare. “But it was better than trying to explain everything to them all at once. They already know who you are, that you're one of those Saiyans that caused the destruction in East City. And killed Yamcha, and the others. And then attempted to do the same to Goku and Gohan! If thinking you‘re related to Goku or that you could be my boyfriend makes them feel a little easier about you being here, then let them for now.”
Vegeta is taken aback for a moment and then reluctantly admits her point, "I suppose you're right,..." Although he's still somewhat outraged by her mother’s assumption.
Bulma relents slightly; "Well you've got to admit you Saiyans do look a lot alike."
“I do not look like Kakarot!” He growls.
She grins at him, "Yes you do, not enough to be brothers, but enough to be cousins."
He glares at her grin. Unable to deny it.
They enter the lift at the base of the tower. "Level Nine" states Bulma. The elevator starts rising.
"This is my personal tower. It's referred to as Tower B in the plant's blueprints. But now it's just called Bulma's tower."
She waves towards the other tower. "That one's called A, it‘s mostly labs. My parents live on the third floor of the main building."
She grins at him; "I told you my place was private."
It's as if she had read his mind earlier, when he realized they were not going to be anywhere near the others.
She motions towards the control panel; as the elevator rises, "These lower levels are where my staff people work. Research and analysis, engineering, experimentation, design concepts and new product development. The exit on three leads directly into my parent’s apartment, the main kitchen is there and it’s always open to guests. So if you’re ever hungry, all you have to do is go down and raid the refrigerator.
” The prospect of an unlimited food source is one that Vegeta can barely grasp.
“My main office is on level seven with my private lab on level eight. Level nine contains my guest's apartments, and level ten is where I live. You'll be on level nine, seven through ten are only available by special access, you'll be automatically keyed for nine when we ID you to your quarters. Of course, you'll have free access to all of the lower levels."
She regards at him seriously; "You could get off on eight but wouldn't get anywhere but the entry hall. My lab has additional security and can be accessed only by passing through a security buffer's genetic scanner placed inside the entry's walls."
As the elevator slows she waves overhead, "My quarters are also special access, the level is open to only certain friends and family. Not everyone that stays here on the ninth floor gets open access to my apartments."
She arches an eyebrow at him, a coquettish smile appears. "Do you think I can trust you?" Her opinion of him has altered quite a bit on the short flight home. She’s still not completely sure of his sanity, but she feels much more comfortable around him. She figures that anyone who can survive as well as he has against such odds, is definitely able to control himself and worth giving the benefit of doubt to. Besides like Goku her instincts about people are usually right. And if her intense physical reactions to Vegeta’s presence aren’t instinctual, she’d sure like to know what to call them.
Vegeta bristles, then glares back at her, "Can I trust you?"
Bulma smiles, as the door opens onto a hallway. "Here we are."
She moves to the first door on left, "This room's available right now, so we'll assign it to you.” She glances across the way, “Master Roshi and Krillian usually to share that one,” then looks down the hall to another door, "The big one’s where Goku and his family stay when they're in town. Yam..,” She pauses at the thought of her old boyfriend.
Vegeta looks away, almost but not quite ashamed. After all, he had had a hand in the deaths of some of her friends, if only indirectly, but he has never had any kind of regrets about killing before now. What is happening to him? Maybe it's the shock of being dead and then suddenly being brought back to life again, that has mentally affected him.
Bulma stares at the floor for a couple of minutes, then raises her gaze to the door and states. "Open Apartment 6," it slides aside, revealing a reasonably sized well lit living and dining area with a small kitchen. They enter and she moves across the room to where a computer terminal sits on a desk against the far wall. Directly above it, a large window looks down on the factory grounds. Vegeta follows her slowly surveying his new residence and notes a doorway in the far wall.
“I’ve seen worst.” He mutters.
“What.”
“Nothing.”
"Computer register apartment 6, Prince Vegeta," she motions for Vegeta to come stand beside her. "Repeat your name and then keep talking until the computer says voiceprint accepted."
Vegeta does as she says "Prince Vegeta of the Saiyans I am here to..,"
"Voiceprint accepted." announces the terminal.
“Now place your thumb on the scanner.” Vegeta raises his eyebrows but complies.
“Thumbprint recorded and accepted.”
“You can use it as an additional lock for your door.” She explains. “And for monetary transactions.”
She presses a button on the terminal, "Computer, also add Prince Vegeta's name to tower B's level ten access list."
"Accepted."
"There now, this room is keyed to your voiceprint, so no one else can enter. This is your new home for the time being and it will remain so until you decide otherwise."
"I cannot accept charity." States the haughty prince crossing his arms determinedly and frowning.
"It's not charity," she says, “We owe you big time already. Plus dad and I, along with every other scientist in this company will be busy trying to pick your brains until you do decide to leave, if they ever let you. All the technology fragments from those Saiyan spacepods of yours has already got us running around in circles. Half the staff has been pulling their hair out over the brand new stuff, while the rest of them are screaming about possible new applications. You're a goldmine of information and are gonna be a busy boy for awhile." Her smile returns slowly.
Bulma pauses, "In fact, come to think of it." She enters a code into the computer. "Yup, I thought so. Computer, report as found, the Saiyan Systems developer, by Dr. B. D. Briefs. Then register the name, Prince Vegeta as the developer and secondary inventor on all patents in that file."
She waits a couple minutes, "Pull up all assets listed under Prince Vegeta."
The computer starts droning off a long list, including patents, applications and even co-ownership in several companies.
"Stop, what is the total monetary worth of said assets?"
The computer states, "At this time, Prince Vegeta's assets total thirty-four hundred million zenni."
Bulma turns and grins at a thunderstruck Vegeta, "Not bad for your first day at work."
"But your father,... you, all that was made by adapting the pod technology?" He stutters, "Why give all that to me?"
He’s flabbergasted. He cannot remeeber a time when someone had one had ever just given him something before for no reason. At least not without him making them do it.
"That's not all of it, it’s just a small part of the profits, Capsule Corp. holds the rights to a much, much larger amount than that. What you've just got is only a fraction of what’s already been earned off those little beauties. It's what had to be placed into escrow until we could find someone to list as the originator of the technology. Since it’s all come from outer space, we couldn't list anybody from here on Earth."
Bulma grins, "But since it was from one of your pods, you can be credited."
"Besides, I just earned a nice little finder's fee for locating the missing developer." She adds brightly, "A tidy little bonus of a million zenni!"
Bulma suddenly wrinkles her nose when she catches a whiff of herself, as the air begins to circulate in the newly occupied apartment. "I don't know about you but I still need that bath."
She looks at Vegeta in his dirty, torn uniform. She’s had trying very hard not to stare at him all this time. Just the glimpses she's been catching of his bared abs and those rippling muscles have been driving her crazy. He's so handsome it hurts, and even when he’s whiff, he smells so good! And she still remembers of the reaction that she saw from him earlier. She almost wishes it would happen again and give her an excuse to linger.
Bulma gives herself a mental shake to bring her back to reality, Vegeta is obviously going to need something else to wear once he's cleaned up! She puts a finger against her cheek, pondering. "I think..," crossing the room, she opens the other door, "There's still some old clothes floating around in here that were left behind sometime ago."
It reveals a bedroom with a walk-in closet to one side and yet another door in the far wall. She slides the closet door aside to reveal a handful of hanging garments, "I think there might be something in here that will fit you."
She pulls out the some of the least outre looking of the shirts in the odd collection of mismatched clothing then locates dark pair pants and a bathrobe.
“I can’t wear those.” He raises his eyebrows at the shirts.
“You’ll have to wear one of them, that’s all there is, Daddy’s clothes wouldn’t fit you at all.”
She looks at the collection ruefully; "These will just have to do for now, I suppose. We'll have to go out and get you something of your own. I'm afraid there aren't any under things though."
Vegeta frowns slightly, "I'll be fine."
"All right then," she points to the other door, "that's the bathroom. You do know how to use one of our showers?" She almost looks hopeful, that he doesn't.
"I'll figure it out." He replies just a little stiffly.
"If you have any problems, just ask the computer." She starts to leave then pauses at the doorway.
“I’ll be back down in about an hour. That should give you enough time to get ready for supper.” She leaves the apartment.
Once the woman has departed, Vegeta prowls the rooms she had assigned him, fully inspecting his surroundings for any pitfalls or hidden traps. She seems straight forward enough, but he has learned over the years to never trust anyone.
He opens the refrigerator door and sees several packages of food. Opening one he sniffs it, it seems okay, so he grabs several others and begins stuffing himself. They should hold him for a bit at least. He continues his inspection.
A warrior always ascertains the security of his location, assuring access to adequate escape routes. He is unable to open the transparent panels but they would cause him no trouble if he needed to leave the premises precipitately, a single energy blast would quickly reduce them to rubble. Glancing out, from this height he can see the building that the Nameks are entering, it’s some distance away from the main complex. Good that’s one thing less thing he has to worry about, he can easily avoid them.
He ponders his uncharacteristic talkativeness on their trip here. He’s certain her proximity and interest had caused it but he doesn’t understand why he told her so much. He had never been motivated to reveal himself or his past that fully to anyone before. Although admittedly he’s not had very much of a chance to do so.
Her questions were almost too perceptive, they had opened the floodgates of his memory. Many things he had avoided recalling had come back in full force. But there seemed to be a catharsis in telling her, even the little that he had, and much of his constant mental torment had receded. What little he had said, did not reveal much but reviewing the memories had set them apart for him, at a new distance. Surprisingly, somehow, he also feels that she understood, even to the point of guessing at much of what he hadn't spoken of and strangely even that doesn’t seem to bother him.
She’s definitely having more of an effect on him than he’d expected. He should really leave here at once, she’s too much of a distraction, but for some reason he is disinclined to depart just yet. It's as if being in her presence is addictive, she is releasing tensions from within him, he had not even known existed.
Vegeta finally concludes that it must be the prospect of eventually having sex with her that is making him want to linger. It has been a very long time. Especially since, once he had reached the point of being strong enough to refuse without retaliation he had pretty much abstained from it, there were entirely to many problems involved in him trying to obtain a partner.
Only once or twice in the past fifteen cycles had he been driven enough by need, to go out and seek one. Since he definitely preferred females he had always had a difficult time searching for one that would suit his needs. Especially since he had never been moved to take advantage of any of their hapless victims the way Freiza's other minions did. Their kind of sex was always rough, messy and extremely violent. He had had more than enough of that type for one lifetime, so it was extremely unusual for him to seek sex at all. When he did, he always prided himself on not having too ever force himself on someone; they were always willing partners, at least at first.
Vegeta decides that it might be best to take this slowly, perhaps make a game of it. He‘s got time to waste anyway while he awaits Kakarot. And she does seem to be interested in him, perhaps that would be the best way, after all, make her come after him.
It might even be pleasant to be the pursued instead of pursuing. After tonight with her parents, he‘ll just avoid her for awhile. He’ll remain cool and aloof, all but ignore her, until she comes seeking him.
But once he has fully relieved himself on her, he’ll depart this pitiful dustball planet. The prospect of availing himself to her lush form is suddenly tempting. Just the thought of her naked body makes him burn. It’ll be hard to resist her but he’ll make sure to make it worth the delay in the end.
He picks up the clothing she had chose for him and goes to acquaint himself with their primitive cleaning facilities. He’ll use the cold water, first.
After which he’ll go with her for this dinner thing with her parents. It must have something to do with food from the way she was talking. He is still rather hungry, the constant ache in his belly was assuaged somewhat by that frothy sweet thing and those crunchy wafers her mother had given him, along with these other things he’s eaten but he can feel it’s familiar return. Hopefully they won't keep jabbering all the time.
I’ll need to be careful around Vegeta, thinks Bulma as she heads upstairs. He’s just to damn sexy. Even mom was affected by him. At least until I can figure out what to do about this strange attraction to him. Why do I always end up being drawn to jerks?
Yamcha was good egg generally, but turned out to be such a rotten boyfriend. He just couldn’t seem to remain faithful. I guess it was because he had been afraid of girls for so long, and once he got over that he couldn’t resist the chase. And you gotta admit he did always eventually come back to me.
But why am I so drawn to Vegeta? He’s something else entirely. He doesn’t even try to be nice! Although if you’re gonna be admitting things girl, he didn’t have to tell us how to get Goku and Krillian back. He’s certainly smart enough and cute too. And there’s something strangely appealing about him, he’s had such a hard time of it. It’s like he looking for something he needs but doesn‘t know what it is. He was really surprised when he found out about all that money. Almost like he’d never been just given something before. His childhood must have been totally rotten.
I’m gonna have to watch myself around him. It’d be so easy to fall for him.
About an hour later there’s a tap at his door. He tells it to open and she walks in.
She changed out of the utilitarian flight suit into a blouse and shorts. Vegeta’s dressed if you could call it that. Attired in some baggy pants and a shirt that’s a little too tight. It’s not unattractive but it’s patently obvious that they weren’t his clothes originally.
She smiles at him. “I guess it’s not so bad.”
He squirms a little, “This shirt’s too tight and I feel like these pants are going to fall off! I look ridiculous.” He glares at her angrily.
“It’ll just have to do for tonight. We’ll need to go out and get you something in the next day or two.”
They head down to dinner.
Her father eyes the Saiyan warily as they sit down to the table, “I .., humph, understand some.., things have changed since you were last here on Earth, Vegeta.”
“Possibly.” Mutters the Saiyan darkly.
Bulma glares at Vegeta then says, “I’ll try to explain everything soon dad, but not tonight. I‘m just too tired.”
Her mother starts bustling about serving them all food, “The Nameks do seem to be nice enough people but I think Vegeta is entirely too handsome to be as bad as some of them are claiming.” She bats her eyes coquettishly in his direction obviously trying to flirt with the Saiyan.
“MOTHER!!” Bulma flushes.
“Handsome is as handsome does, hon.” says Professor Briefs to his wife. “Good looks don’t always mean anything. It‘s what‘s inside that counts.” He taps his chest.
“I know,” giggles her mother staring at Vegeta‘s bulging muscles, “and I can see what’s inside that shirt very well!” The Saiyan Prince just glares at them in silence, unsure of how or even if he should respond to such vague comments that he can barely understand. Bulma’s father mutters, “I feel sorry for those fellas, the Nameks, it’s just to bad there aren’t any cute female ones. Must be damn boring for the poor blokes.” Bulma puts her face in her hands. “Mom, dad, please! Vegeta’s a guest. Can‘t you try not to embarrass me in front of him.” “Alright, dear.” Says her mother taking her seat, she waves at the dishes, “Don’t be shy now Vegeta, just dig in. The dishes are passed around the table and silence descends. The famished Saiyan takes huge piles of everything and rapidly consumes them and then takes more. They eat the meal in a restrained silence, the others finish then watch in silence as Vegeta continues to eat, ravenously.
“My, my, he has such a nice healthy appetite.” Comments her mother, smiling. She arches her eyebrow at her daughter, “Are you absolutely sure he isn’t related to Goku?”
Vegeta starts choking. Bulma’s mother rushes over and pounds him on the back.
He final splutters, “Get this clear woman, I am not related to Kakarot! UNDERSTAND!”
“If you say so Vegeta.” Replies her mother totally unfazed.
Vegeta starts eating again.
Bulma watches him thinking to herself. Just like Goku, these Saiyans seem to be eating machines. She looks at her mother, “How’d it go with the Nameks?”
“They all settled in quite nicely.” Says Mrs. Briefs. “They even gave me the cutest little frog for my fish pond! It’s even got little antennas just like theirs.”
Vegeta splutters a little but continues eating, Bulma giggles.
Her father’s been watching Vegeta, “Well, as least we don’t have to feed them, too.”
The Saiyan glares at the older man.
Finally Vegeta finishes the last of the food on the table.
“I’ll bring out dessert out to the living room in a few minutes.” Says Bulma’s mother.
Vegeta is speechless, there’s going to be even more food? He can’t believe his luck.
The two men adjourn to the living room while Bulma helps her mother clear the empty dishes.
Dr. Brief‘s clears his throat, “Hrrumph.” Then says, “So Vegeta, the Nameks told me you’re a warrior of some sort. A strong one too, a lot like Goku.”
“We’re both Saiyans, if that’s what you mean.” Replies the Prince crossly.
“What’s it like?” Asks her father, “I mean do you enjoy what you do?”
“A well-fought battle’s exhilarating.” Is his reply.
Silence descends again
. Professor Briefs gets up and pours himself a shot, he considers Vegeta who is glowering at everything and nothing. Then pours a second glass.
“Are your rooms comfortable?” He offers the glass to Vegeta.
“They’ll do.” The prince looks the tiny glass extended towards him. “What’s this?”
“100 year old Scotch Whiskey. It’s good for what ails you, my boy.” He smiles genially.
The old man knocks it back with one swallow and then looks at his guest.
Vegeta stares at the small glass in his hand then copies the old man‘s actions.
The raw alcohol burns down his throat, he starts to splutter and cough, he throws the shot glass away in anger yelling. “What was that stuff, are you trying to poison me!?”
Bulma runs out at all the noise. Sees the mess, and glares at her father. “What‘s going on out here? I can‘t leave you two alone for two minutes.”
“I was just trying to break the ice.” Says her father apologetically.
“He was trying to poison me!” shouts Vegeta, almost ready to explode.
Bulma picks up the glass and sniffs it, “Whiskey! Dad you should know better than that, not everybody likes this stuff. Especially if they’ve never had it before and doesn’t know what it can be like.”
She turns to Vegeta, “I’m sorry about this. Dad wasn’t trying to poison you.” She glares at her father, but then softens. “In fact, he was actually trying to be friendly, he doesn’t often share his good stuff, but scotch whiskey can taste pretty harsh if you’re not used to it.”
“Well he can keep it all. I never want anything like that again.” He wipes the back of his hand across his mouth.
Bulma leaves and then comes back bringing Vegeta a glass of water. Closely followed by her mother with a large collection of desserts.
Regretfully Bulma‘s father says, “I’m sorry my boy, it just looked like you needed a good stiff drink.” There’s a downcast look on her father’s face. “I won’t do it again.”
The old man really means what he’s saying, realizes Vegeta, as he suspiciously sniffs the glass she offers, once he’s sure of what it is he drinks it down, easing the burn in his throat. “Whatever.” he growls.
The Briefs’ each eat a single confection in stiff silence, as Vegeta gobbles down everything that’s left on the tray.
The evening in total shambles, Bulma decides it might just be best to take Vegeta back upstairs. They’re all exhausted and a good night’s rest might help settle everyone’s nerves and smooth things over a bit more.
It didn’t work.
Vegeta woke with a start. What is it all that annoying racket? It takes him a moment to comprehend his strange surroundings. This doesn’t look like his quarters on the ship!
Suddenly it all comes flooding back. Frieza, Kakarot, his own death and resurrection. This place belongs to that female!
He’s on Earth, and that damned noise is coming from just outside the clear panel in the wall above his bunk.
He can see the dark sky just starting to lighten as the stars disappear. He sits up and peers out. There’s some sort of ridiculous feathered thing out there flapping around in the plant life. That’s what’s making all those irritating musical sounds.
The next thing he notices is that he knows she’s just up above him, still asleep.
Then he realizes something else, he doesn’t have his normal morning headache! Or the usual cramping in his gut from raging hunger.
He swings his legs out of bed and jumps up. Even his morning dizziness has vanished!
Staying here may have more payoffs than he realized!
A properly balanced diet might be just what he needs! It’s certainly has made a difference already.
Who knows what a few weeks of adequate food and proper nutrition might accomplish?
His eyes narrow, besides he has to wait around for Kakarot to be brought back to life. He knows that when he was reborn, his power and strength had been restored to what they were just before his death. What he needs to know now, is if Kakarot will be restored to what he was just before he died too. A Super Saiyan, enhanced with Vegeta’s full power.
If he is, that means Vegeta will have to train long and hard to catch up to the other Saiyan before he can confront him.
Kakarot’s power level had been close enough to his own, in strength before the Prince‘s death, for Vegeta to consider them equals. While Vegeta lay dying at Kakarot’s feet after Frieza’s lethal bolt had tore through his heart, he had felt all his power and strength flowing into the other Saiyan through the shared power conduit, left after their aborted Death Ritual.
Which means that when Kakarot is brought back, he will most likely possess power and strength doubled of what Vegeta now has. Kakarot's own level, increased and enhanced by the Prince’s power at his death.
That exponential increase has to be what enabled the other Saiyan to transform into Super Saiyan.
He accomplished Vegeta’s goal, by using Vegeta’s own strength!
The thought begins to enrage the Prince. If that first battle hadn’t been interrupted, Vegeta would now be a Super Saiyan and most likely ruler of the universe too, because he would have killed Frieza!
But that brat of Kakarot’s and his friends had ruined everything.
Now he’s stuck on this mudball of a planet, with no immediate way off, waiting around for his worst enemy to be resurrected. Just so he can figure out how much more power he needs to gain before he too, can change into a Super Saiyan! It’s disgusting.
He hears a slight sound above him, she must be getting up. Light footsteps move across the floor and the soft susurration of water starts.
His rage slowly subsides, replaced by something else, the thought of her just above him, nude, water coursing over her luscious body, tightens the muscles in his groin.
Vegeta smirks, he’ll wait for Kakarot, patiently. There’s plenty to do here, he can use the time to train, increasing his strength. Eat his fill everyday, building and enlarging his energy storage capacity. And then there’s that other diversion too. The female Bulma.
He’ll tease her, pester her, make her long for his presence, hunger for his touch, but withhold it all till the time is ripe. Then when she’s finally quivering with desire every time he comes near, he’ll take complete possession of her. It will be amusing to torment her.
The sound of water ceases, she’ll be descending soon. He grins to himself, might as well start the campaign today.
He looks around and spots his uniform. It’s folded neatly on a chair, funny he hadn’t remembered doing that. He wrinkles his nose in disgust, it needs to be replaced, but he hasn’t seen a clothing dispenser anywhere. He really doesn’t like putting dirty clothes back on but he’s not going to wear any of those other things either.
He picks it up and realizes that it has been cleaned.
Once dressed he raids the food storage box again. Finding that it has been refilled too.
Suddenly he hears a whirring sound back in the bedroom, he looks in and sees a small robot straightening the bed. It finishes and then heads towards the wall, a panel slides up and the robot disappears.
Well that explains things, obviously the mechanoid is programmed to tidy up and keep the status quo in these quarters. That’s good , it means he shouldn’t have to concern himself about maintaining his rooms.
He suddenly senses that she’s heading for the elevator. He grins now’s the time to start pestering her. He leaves his quarters and stands in front of the transport’s entrance. It stops, and the door opens revealing the female just as he knew it would.
Vegeta glares at her crossly, “I’m hungry, woman!”
Bulma smiles at him wanly, “I’m just heading down to breakfast myself.” Not realizing that this is the first of so many incessant demands.
They’ve been back from Namek for almost a month now.
All the Nameks had settled in nicely, although Dende misses Gohan.
ChiChi hadn’t let the poor kid do anything but study since they got back.
And Bulma has her own problems too. She’s nearly at her wit’s end.
Vegeta is driving her crazy!
When he’s around, won’t leave her in peace. He follows her sulking till she drops everything and takes care of his needs. He acts as if she’s his personal attendant or servant or something.
Not to mention how every time he’s near she goes all quivery inside. This obsession with him is getting worse not better. She had half hoped being around him all the time would serve to lessen the attraction. But it’s not working that way at all!
It’s actually a relief when he disappears, for hours or even days on end. That is until she starts to worry about him, then he pops up and it starts all over again. The first time it happened she went to Piccolo almost in hysterics, she had gotten such a weird feeling and was half afraid Vegeta was out attacking something or some one. But Piccolo assured her that everything was fine. The Saiyan had located a remote area mountain area that he was using for training purposes. The Namek told her that Vegeta was mostly out just exploring the planet. It had reassured her a little bit but his absences still bothered her.
The Prince ignores everyone except her, descending on her suddenly, no matter how busy she is and orders that she get him what he wants. The guy’s attitude makes him seem like a big royal pain in her ass most of the time.
But Bulma can’t shake the feeling that there’s more to him than meets the eye. It’s almost as if she can read him. She’s even gotten to the point where she knows when he’s gonna show-up. And what’s strangest of all is she even knows what he’s gonna be bugging her about, whether he‘s hungry, tired or both.
He’d just charged into her office a few minutes ago demanding that she fix him something to eat. She’d explained to him again and again that her mom took care of food preparations. Or that if he couldn’t wait, all he had to do he is go down and get something in the company cafeteria, which was open 24/7. But it all seemed to go in one of his ears and out the other, because he always came back to her.
She’s beginning to suspect that he does it on purpose, just so he can see her. Somehow, she knows he feels isolated and even lonely. She kinda feels sorry for him.
If Vegeta would just lighten up, he might not be so bad to be around. She’s pretty sure he could make friends with the others if he just tried a little. But it’s almost as if he’s afraid to try.
And she’s noticed other stuff too.
Just the other day she had found Vegeta in the swimming pool. He had stripped down to nothing but his shorts and was just floating in the water with his eyes closed. His face had even lost it’s customary scowl.
He hadn’t realized she was there at first, so she just stood watching at him, appreciating his strong athletic body. He looked rather handsome and she was trying to remeber what his face looked like with that smile on it again.
It was then that she really noticed all his scars for the first time. At first, she assumed they were all just healed up battle wounds but then she realized that there were some very odd looking ones too.
Completely encircling his wrists and ankles. They almost looked like they’d been caused his struggling against some sort of restraints.
When he spotted her standing poolside, he had rapidly emerged from the water with a growl, dried himself off with a flare of energy and quickly donned his battle suit again. But before he got the shirt on she saw even more odd, repetitive scars on his back, that looked suspiciously like lash marks.
He turned and glared at her, “Did you enjoy the view?” he asked.
Bulma had blushed from her head to her toes. “I didn’t see anything so special!” She retorted, knowing she was lying through her teeth, but not about to admit to him that she though he was an Adonis.
That caused a strange smirk appear on his face, his eyes raked her bikini clad body. “I certainly don’t either!”
Then he had turned away and leapt into the sky.
She had stared after him, swim forgotten, knowing he had lied just as she had!
Otherwise he wasn’t really troublesome at all. Not anything at all like the monster that he has originally seemed and everyone else expected him to be.
No it wasn’t that, that was really driving her crazy, it’s how Vegeta makes her feel when he’s around her.
She still hasn’t gotten over that strange attraction to him, which is pretty bad in itself and seems to be getting worse, instead of better. Not even all the abuse he heaps on her seems to be able to dispel it. And now it seems like his emotions and state of being are affecting her, too.
When he’s mad, she gets mad. When he’s tired, she’s tired. If he’s irritated she gets irritated. When he’s hungry, she get hungry too! And that’s the worse part, because it seems he’s always hungry! Doesn’t he ever get full? Having him around is making it real hard for her to keep her figure intact.
Bulma’s decides she needs a break. She has to get away from him for awhile. So she can think clearly about the problem. She decides to go visit ChiChi, they can go out and spend the day together. She really needs to and try to talk some sense into her about Gohan anyway.
The kid hasn’t been over once since they got back and Dende misses him.
Bulma has developed a soft spot for the young Namekian.
He and Goku’s boy had gotten close on Namek. The two kids really need to spend some time together while they can, it’s not like Dende will be here forever.
So she’s going to collect the other woman and take her for a girls day out. After discussing the boys, maybe, between the two of them, they can also figure out what to do about her problems with Vegeta.
Bulma arrives at the Son house about ten the next morning. She had called the night before and told ChiChi she was coming over, but not why.
ChiChi was glad to see Bulma but surprised and a little leery. The Capsule heiress was a workaholic, like her father and rarely made social visits without reason.
When the older girl arrives ChiChi offered to make her some tea.
“Nah, I needed a break, and so do you! So we’re going back to town.” Bulma grins, “You and I are gonna have some fun! First a leisurely brunch at Chez Contess, then I’ve booked us a private session at my favorite spa, Amira’s. We’re gonna get the whole beauty regimen. All the rejuvinating lotions and treatments. And everything’s gonna be my treat.”
“But, but, Gohan and Papa...” Starts Goku's wife.
“No buts, mom’s already talked to your dad earlier this morning. He and Gohan are going to go over to Capsule for the rest of the day. Gohan and Dende can have some fun together and our dads can visit.”
ChiChi starts to glower, “I don’t want my Gohan anywhere around that monster Vegeta!”
“Vegeta’s gone again, he took off this morning. Piccolo told me,” Bulma grins, “and get this, he said verbatim, ‘The Saiyan is redecorating some mountains.’ I didn’t think he knew how to crack a smile, let alone make a joke!”
Even ChiChi smiles. Piccolo had certainly changed alright. Maybe Vegeta..., she mentally shakes her head, ‘Nah, no way.’
Reluctantly ChiChi finally agrees and the two women depart. Arriving at the restaurant, she and Bulma are ushered in immediately, past the long line of other customers waiting for a table.
“Miss Briefs.” Oozes the Maitre De, “We’re so glad to see you here again.” He glances at the other woman. “And who might be your lovely guest?”
Bulma grins at her then says, “Princess Son ChiChi.”
After they are seated, ChiChi looks askance at Bulma, “I haven’t called myself a princess in ages! Why did you tell him that?”
Bulma grins, “Special people deserve special treatment. Besides, from now on whenever you come here they’ll remember you. You’ll never have to wait in line again and you be treated like the royalty you are.”
ChiChi blushes, “What ever will Goku say.”
“You know Goku, he probably won’t even notice!” Laughs Bulma, “He a great guy, but sometimes.....,” She waves her hand over her head.
They both giggle.
After ordering, ChiChi finally looks at Bulma seriously. “Okay what’s this really about girlfriend. You’re up to something, I may not have your brains, but I’m not stupid.”
“I told you the truth, I needed a break.” She looks at the other woman, “But there are a couple of other things.”
She pauses, “One is about Gohan, you make him study constantly! I’m not criticizing your parenting or anything, but gosh ChiChi, he’s just a kid! He needs to play sometimes, and Dende has missed him a lot. The Nameks won’t be here forever, you know, so couldn’t we arrange it so they can get together from time to time? Maybe once a week?”
At first ChiChi had started to bristle, but then she calmed down a little. She started to think and realized what her friend was saying was true.
“Well... ll., I suppose we could arrange something. But I really don’t like the idea of Gohan being near Vegeta.”
“I can handle that, Vegeta’s gone most of the time anyway. Training I think. And even when he’s around he keeps his distance from the Nameks. Gohan and Dende can stay in their section of the grounds. Does that sound okay?”
ChiChi nods, “Now that that’s settled what’s the other thing?”
“That’s a bit harder.” Bulma looks searchingly at the other woman. “I’m attracted to someone. It could cause some problems if I don‘t get over it.”
ChiChi’s eyes narrow, “Problems?”
Bulma nods, “It’s difficult to explain, oh hell. It’s Vegeta! He’s getting to me!”
“VEGETA!” ChiChi practically shouts, “You’re attracted to that monster!”
“Calm down, calm down, he’s not that bad!” Bulma says.
“No he just destroys things, attacks people and is generally all round crazy.” Spits the other woman in disgust.
“I’m not so sure about the crazy part. And it’s true he’s rude, bossy and makes demands all the time, but he hasn’t done anything bad since we got back here. But,” the blue haired girl gets a speculative look on her face, “he’s also lonely, I can tell, I kinda feel sorry for him, he doesn’t have anyone, friends nothing.”
“That’s only cause he kills everyone!” retorts ChiChi.
“Maybe, maybe not... there’s something about him. Something intriguing. ” Bulma blushes slightly then grins over at ChiChi, “You do have to admit one thing though, he’s definitely hot looking.”
ChiChi looks startled, then considers the statement and with a sheepish smile admits, “I guess you could say that.”
“I really don’t know what to do about it ChiChi. I can’t seem to stop thinking about him.”
“But you know Vegeta’s dangerous.” Cautions ChiChi, “He’s just like some wild animal.”
“Yeah.” Bulma looks at her friend sideways, “But I think that’s part of the attraction, besides after living at my house, you know that I certainly understand how to handle wild animals. And for some reason I don’t believe he’d ever try to hurt me, I’ve actually felt that way from the first time I saw him.”
ChiChi stares at Bulma in astonishment, “How can you think that. Vegeta’s a vicious monster.”
Bulma smiles, remembering her mother’s first remarks about the Saiyan warrior. “But he’s such an attractive monster.”
“You’re hopeless.” Says ChiChi shaking her head.
“Maybe, but that’s why I wanted to talk to you. After all you’re married to a Saiyan.” Bulma arches an eyebrow at ChiChi, “What’s it like?”
“Married to a Saiyan, what‘s what like?” ChiChi pauses.
“You know .., when you’re alone,” prompts Bulma, “at night?”
ChiChi suddenly blushes. “Ladies don’t talk about that sort of thing.”
“But friends do, I need to know.”
ChiChi looks askance at Bulma, “You’re not going to...” Suddenly guessing at what the other woman is driving at.
“Let’s just say I’m toying with an idea.” The other girl grins, “You know what they say about the hair of the dog being a cure for what ails ya.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Says ChiChi, “I know you’re a lot more free spirited than I ever was, but to even consider seducing that Saiyan is unthinkable. And what about you and Yamcha?”
“I’ll always be fond of Yamcha, but it just hasn’t worked out between us. I’m not sure it ever will.” Bulma shrugs. “He’s still got a bit of that bandit mentality.”
“Death can change a man.” Says the other woman slowly.
“That’s part of my point, though, Vegeta died too. And he’s not unstable anymore, not like he was when I first met him on Namek.”
“Yamcha may be more interested in settling down now.” Says ChiChi still trying to redirect the other girl.
“Or it can make him even worse.” Answers the blue haired beauty candidly. “I’ve faced the facts, about Yamcha. He’s always been kinda impulsive and easily distracted. I think he’ll always be a bit of a wolf‘s head.”
“And Vegeta isn’t?” Counters the other woman.
Bulma gets a thoughtful look, “No I don’t think so, not really. He may be brutal, ruthless, arrogant and even a murderer but he’s not wild. Vegeta is .., how can I describe it, more controlled, determined. He may make threats in the heat of the moment, but usually he studies things, works the alternatives out and when he does finally decide on doing something he’ll do it. If he makes a commitment, he sticks to it.”
“It almost sounds as if you admire Vegeta.”
“Perhaps, Mom certainly does.” Bulma grins ruefully, “And I already know Yamcha isn’t capable of either one of those things, I don’t think he ever will be. He can’t even commit to steady training for very long.”
“Well that is true.” Agrees ChiChi, “But Bulma just the idea of you and Vegeta, it makes my skin crawl.”
“I didn’t say I was going to do anything.” She pauses, “Yet.”
The waiter arrives with their order. The discussion is suspended until he leaves then it resumes.
“But if I can’t figure out any other way to get over this stupid obsession I have about him, I may try just something like that. After all he is a man,” She wrinkles her nose, “and I do know he likes what he s ees when he looks at me.”
“Well don’t rush into anything you might regret later.”
“I don’t plan to.” Bulma lifts a forkful of salad to her lips, “It’s just that he’s so damned sexy.” She grins, “And don’t try to disagree, I saw you looking at him.”
Continued-
VBR Chapter Two: Secret Of The Saiyans-Rated PG17