The next morning Vegeta wakes to find one of Bulma’s arms still draped across his chest. She stirs languidly, sleepily murmuring his name.
It pleases him to hear those soft sounds upon her lips. He watches over her wakening movements, the intermittent flutter of her eyelids and the way she snuggles closer to the warmth of his body. As if reluctant to be parted from it.
He is still amazed by having actually felt complete and total sexual satisfaction for the first time in his life. The experiences he had had before this had always relieved his needs but had left him not only depressed, but with a faint sense of incompleteness and dissatisfaction. He finally understands why and those remembered joys their combined passions from the night before make him long to remain just as they are at this moment. He experiences the strange new emotion of contentment.
He leans back to gaze at the ceiling, it’s so pleasant to awaken in a comfortable bed next to a deliciously soft female, knowing that she belongs to him totally and that when she opens her eyes, there will be no revulsion in them, only welcome. He luxuriates in the experience, knowing that it will not last. A true warrior cannot afford to be weakened too much by enjoying such sybaritic comforts, as love and family all the time. He has seen how such contentment can lead to deadly weaknesses, but he also knows he cannot now live without her. So he reminds himself of the fact that such things can be enjoyed in small doses from time to time without lasting harm. It only means that when he does train it will have to be much more vigorously than ever before.
He turns to watch her face again, still almost dumbfounded that she had not rejected him after their first brutally violent intercourse. Not only hadn’t she refused him, but she had actually been as eager as he for more. Once freed of the raging mating compulsion caused by their precipitate bonding, he had striven and succeeded during their second encounter to give as much pleasure as he received with the same gentleness she had shown him.
It had totally flabbergasted him during their second round of lovemaking when he realized that she was capable of completely accommodating him. Caught up in his frenzy, he had been totally unaware of that miracle during their first coupling. Vegeta had never before been able to find anyone who could accomplish that. His size had always posed a major problem, even when he was little and still on his home world of Vegeta, he had known that he was bigger than the other boys he knew. But he had never realized by just how much until after he had been taken away by Freiza.
About the time he started growing taller and nearing Frieza‘s size, the beast lost interest in his Saiyan plaything. That’s when the brutalized boy was finally was sent off to supposedly be trained to join the other members of Frieza’s elite guard troop. But many of the hardened warriors were also addicted to the same pleasures of their bestial leader. Well knowing Freiza’s tastes, they had taken full advantage of the boy. Forcing themselves upon the young prince in the same ways that their master had been doing. His good looks, youth and slight build quickly made him the favored target of the lust filled barrack perverts. It was then that his difference was cruelly brought to his attention. After seeing his full erection, no one had been interested in forcing him to return those same services. Even the few he knew for certain enjoyed it from that side were uninterested in attempting it. That’s when Vegeta first realized just how unusual his physical endowment actually was.
Even as a mere youth, he had dwarfed the rest of males in the barracks, to the point that his size had become a crude joke, remarks like ‘king sized’ and references to him being the ‘Saiyan beast’, were some of the less crass. These along with all the other coarse comments from Freiza’s minions had made it brutally too clear to the young Saiyan. And once it was discovered in what direction his tastes lay, the brutes had quickly and gleefully informed him that the chance of his ever finding humanoid female who could fully accommodate him, without injury, in any way were nearly infinitesimal.
It was almost beyond belief, to think that he had not only found a female who was able to do just that but that it would be turn out to be his truemate. Bulma was a treasure beyond his wildest imagining, not only was she capable of physically accepting his size completely but she eagerly reveled in doing just that.
He smiles with grateful awe at his beautiful mate’s face.
She opens her sapphire eyes to his smile and leans forward to answer it with a kiss. Then she begins to sit up.
"I guess it's probably time for us to get out of bed." But then instead she sinks back down to rest her chin on his chest, looking into his dark ebony eyes, a mischievous sparkle starts to glint in her's. "Unless you have any other plans for this morning, my insatiable Saiyan."
He grasps her shoulders and drags her towards him, planting a kiss on those temptingly sweet lips.
Her hand caresses his face as he pulls her even closer to him. She pushes the entangling sheet away and reaches for his flaccid manhood. It seems to practically leap into her fingers and she smiles as she throws her leg across his prone body.
Slipping his stiffening sword into her waiting sheath, she slowly begin to pump up and down. He reaches up and gently cups her bouncing breasts, fingering her nipples as he thrusts deep within her. He feels her womb impact against his sensitive tip. She slowly rides him encouraging his member to swell to life inside her. Her long slow, tantalizing strokes with her walls warm pulsating ripples, caress him from tip to base.
He watches her through eyelids slitted with pleasure. She’s so marvelous, and suddenly when he can no long stand it, he grabs her by the shoulders and pulls her back down to his chest. Kissing her, then clasping her tightly he exerts his power to raise them both up into the air to float a few feet above their love bower.
She stops her movements, startled by the floating sensation. Her legs that had been firmly supported now dangle down on either side of him, toe tips just brushing the bed‘s surface. She draws her feet up and slips her toes across his shins trying to regain her purchase.
His arms encircle her firmly anchoring her to him by reaching around to grip her shoulders with his right arm and moving his left hand down to support her bottom, then in a slow easy maneuver, he rolls in midair turning them over until he is on top and she is beneath him. Then he allows them to sink back down to the bed’s surface, switching positions without having to separate!
Bulma is once more pinioned by her mate who then vigorously continues what she had started. Vegeta plows into her moist furrow with his burning sword. She tightens her sheath about him with each of his thrusts and they ride the waves of pleasure till their tumultuous foaming release. Fully spent he slips free as he nuzzles her neck, she sighs with utter happiness.
Regaining her breath, she asks, “What was that?”
“What was what?” He looks at her.
“When you floated us up.”
“A Saiyan technique, sometimes Saiyan couples would mate in mid-flight.” He smirks, “My father claimed that’s the way I was conceived.”
“It was fun, a little scary but still fun.” She says with a smile, “I wish we could do the way you said.”
He shakes his head, “It’s to bad you can’t fly. It takes a lot of concentration from both to maintain flight and copulate.”
She pouts a little, “Shoot it would have been fun. Oh well!”
Suddenly she grins, then quickly wriggles from beneath his body and out of his enfolding arms. She dodges his attempt at recapturing her, rolling away laughing. Bouncing from their bed she dashes to the bathroom, stopping in the doorway where she pauses to pose provocatively and leer at him, saying, "There's a certain prince’s back that I’m still very interested in scrubbing." Then she vanishes through the door.
Vegeta grins and rises from the bed to follow her into the bathroom. He is still eager for his mate, from it’s so recently spent state his shaft is already hardening again.
Bulma's back is towards him as he enters, she is bent over the side of a very large tub turning the water on. She extends her hand under the faucet so that the water will gush out of the spout onto her palm so she can adjust it’s temperature. The lightly steaming liquid then cascades off to softly splash into the waiting marble basin. There are two towels folded on the tub’s polished rim.
The movements of her pert little bottom entice him further. He comes up behind her grabbing her hips to press up against her, then he reaches around to possess her full breasts, squeezing them playfully.
She straightens quickly, almost hitting her head against his chin, "Ouch, hey watch it I'm still sore there,” she glances over her shoulder at his face with a teasing smile. “As if you didn't know it."
She starts to turn towards him, but he stops her holding her in position, firmly; "I like you better this way!" He growls huskily as she feels his manhood rising up once more between her thighs.
"MMM, you are insatiable! But I’m beginning to think I am too." She reaches down to position him and he enters her as easily as he had before. She fits him like a glove.
They move together slowly savoring their renewed unity, then faster, the sound of their sighs merging with that of the water splashing, finally they reach their climax, just as the water starts surging over the tub's edge.
She quickly reaches down and turns the faucet off. "I think we've made a mess."
Backing away Vegeta says, “Maybe I’ll take a shower.”
Bulma grabs one of the now wet towels and throws it at him playfully. In retaliation he picks her up and drops her into the brimming tub. Water floods out over the floor. She reaches up, grabs his wrist, and pulls him in with her, splashing out even more water. Thoroughly soaked, they wrestle playfully splashing and dunking each other until exhausted they cuddle together intertwined in the tub.
They finally manage to start bathing themselves, but not without some fascinating interludes. Bulma upon examining his back discovers the strange ridges she had felt on his back are long slender scars that don’t look like normal battle wounds. They more closely resemble badly healed lash marks that had been caused by more than one vicious a whipping long ago. Then later by accident, when she’s finally scrubbing his back, an extremely interesting reaction occurs, she finds that when she accidentally grasped the stub of Vegeta's tail, it brings him to an immediate arousal. These Saiyan tails are certainly sensitive, she thinks as she solves that problem with glee filled vigor.
Once that was resolved, Vegeta gets even when he discovers that she is just as vulnerable as he, when it comes to being tickled. Laughter and love fill the bath, so it's nearly noon before they finally head down to the main level of the factory, where they will have to try and pretend that nothing out of the ordinary has happened.
As the elevator starts down, Bulma stops it at the guest level. She exits and he follows. Stopping beside the door of his rooms, she looks at him expectantly.
He suddenly realizes what she's waiting for. "Open"
"I want to borrow something." She says as she strides through the rooms, looking about and finally locates his finally cleaned uniform draped over a chair in the bedroom. Before gathering it up she says, "Now, just one more thing." She suddenly jumps on the bed.
He leers at her, "And you say I'm insatiable, woman!" Starting towards her.
Bulma shakes her head ruefully, "As much as I'd like to, that's not why I'm doing this. Come and help me."
They pull the blankets about, giving the sheets a well-used look.
"Mom checks the housebot records once a week. When she does and realizes that your bed wasn’t attended to, she'll double check to see why it wasn‘t. Just to be sure there isn’t a faulty bot running around somewhere. She’d find out the bed hadn’t been used and know you didn't sleep in here. And since the security monitors would show you didn't go anywhere else but my quarters, she'll figure out where you did end up, real fast.”
She shrugs, “My mother may seem to be even more scatter-brained that dad on the surface, but it’s not true at all, she's really the only practical member of the family. And the real reason that Capsule Corporation runs so smoothly or for that matter even exists. Dad 's a genius, but he definitely the absent minded professor-type, mom‘s got the real business acumen. If left to himself, Dad probably would have just given all his ideas and inventions away gratis. There," kneeling on the rumpled bed she looks across it to Vegeta, "that looks suitably used."
Picking up his uniform, they leave his rooms, "If we're going to keep what’s happened between us a quiet, you'll have to do that every morning at least for awhile, before heading down to the lower levels. Mom will probably figure it out sooner more probably than later, but she won't say anything until we say something to her."
Vegeta nods his agreement.
"Just one more stop." Bulma takes a deep breath. "Level 4."
The elevator doors open onto a bustling laboratory.
One of the tech’s look up. “Hey Doc, whatcha need?”
Bulma asks, "I’m looking for Tom."
The tech waves her towards a nearby corner. “Hey Tom! Boss wants ya!”
A voice responds from over on their left, "I’m over here." It's an older man.
She moves over to join him.
He’s sitting in front of computer that humming and clicking as a paper scrolls out of it, obviously torn between abandoning it and wanting to come to her. "I couldn't just stop this scan."
Vegeta follows her, curiously.
"Tom, I've got something you might be interested in. It's a synthetic fiber, it feels as smooth and soft as natural silk, but it extremely elastic and is tough enough to stop most energy blasts."
The man grins widely as she hands him the pieces of Vegeta’s uniform.
"Don’t damage it if you can help it, and I need it back ASAP, but I'd like a complete analysis done, with an estimate for the earliest possible duplication date on the cloth." She smiles, "There's only two garments here on Earth made from that stuff. Get the formula for me and we'll create a brand new market for Saiyansilk."
"You already got it, Bulma." He responds with a wink.
Vegeta and Bulma leave the workroom.
"Saiyansilk?" Asks Vegeta as the elevator door closes.
"You got a better name for it?" She arches an eyebrow at him, “Maybe Friezafabric?” He frowns and shakes his head in negation, as the elevator's doors close and it starts downwards once more.
“Now for the big one.” She hugs his arm and plants one last kiss on his cheek.
Just before they reach the bottom level, she stops the elevator. Looking at him, she asks "Are you alright with this being our secret."
He looks into her eyes, "For as long as you want it to remain so."
"It's just that it would seem so odd to everyone, with all that’s happened If we tried to tell ChiChi, Roshi and the others, I'm afraid they wouldn't believe it. Even Mom and Dad would be skeptical after the way we‘ve been avoiding each other for so long.”
She shakes her head, “And given your history, everyone would more likely think you raped me, then brainwashed me or I went finally went crazy with grief and turned nympho or something equally ridiculous. Even though I know what happened and even understand why, I still find it kind of hard to believe it myself."
Vegeta kisses her, as she leans against his solid strength for a moment.
"Well, here goes." She steps away from him and releases the stop, the elevator settles down with a soft thump. The doors open and they walk across the enclosed garden towards the ground entrance of her parents quarters.
They spot her father seated at the patio table just outside the other tower's main entrance. As usual he’s surrounded by several small animals with his favorite cat perched on his shoulder.
As they approach the table Vegeta almost trips over one, catches his balance and mutters, “Blast these confounded creatures!” as he frowns down at it. “Why are they always following me around?” The irritating furry thing wags it’s tail at him.
Bulma grins at him, and whispers, “Animals are sometimes a lot more perceptive than humans, they like you. It’s something you’ll just have to start getting used to now that you’ll be living around here permanently.”
They join her father at the table, sitting down just as her mother comes out bringing a teacart loaded with several trays. As she busies herself setting them out, she saying, "You slept in so late today Bulma I was beginning to worry a bit. But, you're just in time for lunch, dear."
"I finally finished that project, so I thought I’d just relax for a couple of days.” says her daughter brightly.
“That’s nice dear, I noticed you had been working extra hard lately.”
She turns to Vegeta, “It’s so nice to see you for a change, you’re usually long gone by this time of the day, Vegeta.”
He glances at Bulma then says, “I’m taking a break.”
Her father raise an eyebrow sensing something’s up.
“So what are your plans for today then?” asks her father.
“Well I thought, I’d take Vegeta out and finally get him some decent clothes, he can’t keep wearing Roshi’s old stuff.”
Her mother smiles at him, “He looks just fine to me.” Her gaze lingers appreciatively on the expanse of his bronzed chest, revealed by the pink shirt.
Mrs. Briefs reaches across the table to place an empty plate in front of him, “You look better rested today for a change too, Vegeta. You must of slept well last night." She looks at him then, shoots a quick glance in her daughter’s direction.
He looks up sharply and tries to avoid glancing at Bulma who is helping herself to some riceballs. "Yes, just fine." He pauses, “Thank you.”
Bulma’s parents exchange an amazed look, Vegeta has never been this polite before.
Startled out of her teasing, Bulma's mother considers the Saiyan Prince and her daughter seriously. Then with a slight nod to herself, her lips flicker with a small curve of satisfaction. ‘It’s about time they’ve been circling each other like a pair of unsure cats for weeks.’
Vegeta sees the strange look on Mrs. Briefs face and suddenly realizes just how perceptive Bulma's mother truly is; he drops his gaze down to the table in sudden consternation.
"Here have some of this sushi." Mrs. Briefs moves over beside him with a platter in her hand. He looks up and she smiles beatifically down at him, and whispers, as she bends past his ear, to load his plate, "Bulma hasn't looked this content for a such long time. Thank you."
She moves on to her husband's plate and proceeds to fill it up. "Now you eat every bite of this or I won't let you go back into the lab." She scolds him, moving on to fill Bulma's.
Professor Briefs looks up from his plate over to Vegeta, "Bossy women; it’s best to steer free of them my boy." Then belying his words, he looks fondly over at his wife and daughter, and adds with a twinkle in his eye, "But I don't know how I'd live without either one of these two."
"Oh! Look, here comes Electra with her kittens." Bulma's mother gushes. "Do you like our cats, Vegeta?"
He looks about, seeing nothing but several more small animals at first. "Which ones are cats?" There are several different species evident, some with fur, some with feathers and some that have scales. He’s spent so little time here during the day, that he still hasn’t quite figured out which animal is what yet.
Suddenly there's a slight shove against his foot. He looks down to see one of the strange sinuous looking creatures again. It’s the same one that had approached him on the day he arrived, but this time there’s something squirming in it’s mouth, he recoils when it suddenly leaps up into his lap.
"It's all right, Vegeta.” Bulma quickly reassures him, “She won‘t hurt you."
He glares at her, “I know that woman, it just startled me.”
She nods but her eyes are crinkled in amusement. She had felt just the tiniest flash of fear under his startlement even if he would never even admit it to himself. She then adds "That's a cat."
"Well, Electra certainly approves of you." Says her beaming father, as the cat swiftly settles the mewing orange fluff ball on Vegeta's lap and leaps back down. "A cat can tell."
Vegeta stares perplexedly at the kitten, it starts to buzz, softly. One of its tiny paws taps him on his arm as if pleading for something. He looks at the others mystified.
"It wants some of your fish." Says Bulma's mother helpfully.
Meanwhile, Electra has picked a second kitten up in her mouth, this time it’s a very small coal black one. She leaps up deposits it gently on Bulma's lap and springs back down, turning she surveys the situation. Satisfied with her depositions the mother cat stalks off, leaving the two kittens with their new companions, and trailed by the rest of her litter.
Vegeta takes a sliver of fish and tentatively offers it to the kitten. He feels the ticklish rasp of its small tongue as the tiny animal takes the offering from his fingers, the buzzing vibration it’s emitting increases becoming an audible purr as it daintily finishes it's treat. The kitten then licks it's paw, carefully washes it's face and curls up, to become a soothing sensation on his lap.
Bulma smiles down at the ball of black fur she had received, it’s already asleep, bonelessly sprawled across her legs.
She looks over at Vegeta sensing his uncertainty over this new dilemma. "You've been adopted.” She explains then asks him with a little note of concern, “You don't mind do you?"
"I'm not certain, what am I supposed to do with this thing?" He asks his eyebrows rising as high as she'd ever seen them.
"Nothing much, the 'bots will feed and clean up after them. Cats are fairly independent but it'll want your attention sometimes. When that happens it’ll follow you around, waiting to jump up on your lap when you sit down. Usually it’s when you’re the most busy. If you try to ignore it, it’ll just keep getting underfoot until you to stop and play.” She giggles, “And they always seem to be able to unerringly sense when you’re especially pressed for time."
"Then they’re just useless, inconvenient pests. Why do you tolerate them?" He asks, as he unconsciously starts to stroke the kitten.
Bulma grins and glances at his hand. "Why do you think?"
She raises her eyebrows at him and he looks down and realizes what he's doing. "They like to have their ears and chin scratched." She suggests.
He stops petting and starts scratching the kitten's ears; it leans into his hand and starts purring even louder than before.
"What are you going to name them?" Asks Bulma's mother interestedly.
"Name?" Says Vegeta.
Bulma answers, "You have to give the kitten a name, it's yours after all," but adds with a giggle, "or rather you belong to it. What is it?"
Vegeta looks down at it; "It's an orange cat."
They all chuckle at his inadvertent joke, and Mrs. Brief's quickly reaches over and snags the kitten by the scruff of its neck and, turning it over for a quick inspection announces, "It's a male." The disgruntled kitten hisses at her and takes a passing swipe at her offending hand as it departs when she returns him to his previous position on Vegeta's lap. She turns to her daughter asking, "What do you have Bulma."
The girl gently checks her lap blanket of black velvet; "It's a girl." She looks at it and then at Vegeta and with a mischievous smile says, "I think I'll name her Princess."
They all look at Vegeta expectantly; he glances down at the now thoroughly upset little tom, considering it. The kitten's fur is all ruffled up, flared like orange flames of ki power. His little claws are like needles prickling into Vegeta’s legs as he spits and glares up at Bulma's mother, fearlessly ready to take on his much larger foe.
“He's angry at you, full of fight just like a little warrior....," Watching the kitten in wonder, then he looks up into Bulma's smiling eyes, "Saiyan, his name is Saiyan."
The Dark Prince's once impenetrable shield weakens a bit more, gaining another crack. Caused this time by little ball of orange fluff.
In other world, Yamcha, Tien and Chiaotzu are in the midst of an intense training session overseen by King Kai. His constant diatribe on what they’re doing wrong stops and a sudden smile lights his face for no apparent reason.
“I know we’ve improved quite a bit,” says Bulma’s old boyfriend. “But I didn’t think it was enough to make you that happy.”
The Kai glares at Yamcha, “That’s not why I was smiling.” He adds sternly, “You lot need more work to get anywhere near the level you are truly capable of reaching!”
“Then what made you smile?” asks the childlike Chiaotzu curiously.
“Nothing any of you did.” He snaps, then responds haughtily, “I am King Kai, the Lord of Worlds after all, and I do have other things on my mind besides just training you three slackers. Something that I initiated a short while back is starting to work out and so much better than even I expected.” responds the Kai.
After finishing brunch, with her parents. The couple prepares to depart on the needed shopping expedition.
Bulma tells her mother have the kittens taken up to her apartment until she and Vegeta return. Giving the reason that, if they were kept together they wouldn’t get quite so lonely.
As they retrace their steps, heading to the complex’s landing pad where Bulma's runabout is parked, Vegeta states, "Your mother knows."
Bulma looks sidewise at him, "Are you sure?"
He nods with certainity.
She shrugs; "Well I'm not surprised sometimes I think she psychic. She seems to know things about me, even before I know them myself."
"She did seem as if she’d been expecting it and was rather pleased." He adds thoughtfully.
Bulma just smiles as they enter the car.
She starts the engine and as the vehicle rises she says, "Mom’s great, it may seem like she natters on about everything, but if you actually listen, all she ever talks about are inconsequential things. She’s real closed mouthed about anything important. She’ll keep our secret until I tell her otherwise, there's nothing to worry about. But right now we have other things to take care of, first on the agenda is that you need to get something that’s a little else revealing." She looks admiringly at his exposed chest. None of those old shirts had fit right, not even Roshi’s old loose ones. Vegeta’s shoulders were just to broad. Adding with a wry smile, "I like you dressed that way but I don't want to have to beat other women off you with a stick all the time."
"What!?" He asks puzzled.
"It's an expression, meaning you're too damned attractive for your own good." She leans over and busses him affectionately on the cheek.
"If you say so." Vegeta replies still not fully understanding why she’d ever need to attack other females with a club in his defense.
They cruise over the city and finally descend into the main shopping district. Large window screen holovids display varying views of the differing wares each store offers. Bulma brings their vehicle in for a gentle landing close to a shop with a swiftly changing display of men's fashions. After they get out, she capsulates her car and places it in her bag. Vegeta begins to follow her as she starts to lead the way towards the store’s entrance.
That’s when Bulma notices several women slow in passing to throw appraising glances of admiration in Vegeta’s direction, with some of them showing more than just a casual interest. She pauses to let Vegeta catch up to her, then slips her arm through his possessively and glares at them jealously, to discourage their unwanted attention.
Entering the store his acute hearing picks up low-toned whispered conversation from somewhere just ahead of them. "It's Ms. Briefs, and she's got another one of those ragamuffins of her's in tow." Says a disagreeably whiny voice.
Vegeta locates the source, there are two men standing behind a counter, about fifty feet away. "Quit complaining," says the second man. "We always get a nice commission when she comes in, besides I like her and her friends. They're always so unusual and interesting."
The first man sneers at the second slightly and then waves him away, as Bulma approaches the counter. Vegeta hangs back, his normal taciturn expression returning in full force, expressing his sudden dislike for the first speaker.
"Hello, my friend and I need some help. He's not from around here and is unfamiliar with our version of sizes. Could you please measure him and outfit him with a complete wardrobe?" She motions for Vegeta to come forward.
"I'd be glad to help..," starts the self-pretentious man, rubbing his hands together in anticipation of the large commission.
"NO!!" Says Vegeta imperiously. His brows come together in his customary intimidating fierce frown.
Bulma startled, turns to him, "Wha.., Vegeta?!" She can sense the sudden flare of his returning ire but doesn‘t understand why.
"I don’t what that one’s assistance, I prefer to have the services of the other one." He crosses his arms indicating his determination.
The disdainful one starts again, still eager for commission of such a large sale, "But I'm certain I.., "
Vegeta turns his venomous glare on him, "I said not you. If I cannot have the services of the one I want, we will leave, now." He takes Bulma firmly by the arm and turns as if about to depart.
"Oh, of course sir, the customer is always right." The rejected man grimaces and backs off as the second more pleasant salesman steps forward to assist them.
Vegeta gazes furiously after the other one, muttering just loud enough for him to hear, "Perhaps next time you'll keep your opinions of people you don’t know to yourself!"
The unpleasant clerk suddenly realizes why he was so violently rejected. This ferocious looking man with the wealthy Ms. Briefs had overheard every word he had said moments earlier, he reddens in acute embarrassment and just a little qualm of fear.
"Vegeta, what was that all about?" Asks Bulma, staring at her mate.
"Don't worry about it, the idiot just learned a lesson about being rude." Replies the prince haughtily.
"But I want..,"she starts again.
"I've taken care of it, woman." He growls at her with a glare. “Let’s get this over with, I don’t like crowds.”
Bulma is about to return a sharp retort, but then shrugs, since Vegeta seems to be calming back down. The second clerk interrupts the exchange by asking, "And how may I assist you, Ms. Briefs."
Distracted by the polite salesman, she turns to address him instead, "As I said, my companion needs a complete wardrobe. You know what can happen when you’re traveling, he’s lost all of his baggage. And he’s uncertain of what his exact size would be here. Please measure and outfit him with everything, from the skin out."
She looks around the shop, then at Vegeta. "He'll need at least one suit, a couple pairs of nice dress pants, sports shirts and jackets, several pairs of jeans with dress tees." She smiles in anticipation "Make sure there's one or two tank style shirts in that group. A couple of swimsuits, four sets of athletic shorts and shirts. He also needs socks, dress and casual shoes, as well as some athletic shoes suitable for martial arts training and of course whatever else he thinks he needs."
"And whom should I send the bill to at Capsule Corporation?" Asks the pleasant clerk, politely.
Bulma turns to look at Vegeta with a nod, he responds to the man's question, "The name is Prince Vegeta."
The clerk taps in the request for credit verification and a big smile appears when he sees the enormous credit limit that has been allotted to Vegeta.
"Yes, SIR!!"
Bulma adds, "All the parcels should be delivered under that name to Capsule Corporation as soon as possible."
He hustles out from behind the counter, "If you'll just follow me, sir. We‘ll take care of everything."
As the salesman leads them to the private executive fitting area, the rejected clerk returns and looks at the readout and his face falls. He had referred to an extremely wealthy member of royalty as ragamuffin!
His crestfallen reaction catches Vegeta's eye and his familiar wicked smile appear. He thinks with relish, 'That'll teach the oaf to be critical of his betters.'
Bulma waits a few minutes, as the clerk begins measuring the Saiyan Prince, certain that things are going well she says. "Vegeta I'm going over to the next shop for a little while.”
Feeling his sudden qualm at the thought of her departure she adds, “I'll be back soon.” She turns to go then stops, looking over her shoulder at him, "Pick out something else to wear when we leave here." She says to him with a wink. "And how about making sure that your clothing isn't all dark."
She senses a twinge of irritation from him as she walks away.
He stares after her, a Saiyan female would never have even considered leaving her bond mate’s side during the primary bonding period. Human females certainly are different.
Continued in-Go to Chapter Four-A Threat To Happiness