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Perfect Match
Vegeta x Bulma Fanfic

Chapter 13

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Bulma came storming into Vegeta's room, ready for a fight. She knew he wouldn't be training because his precious room had been blown up again. "Vegeta!" She roared, "We gotta talk!" She nearly fell over when she realized she was shouting at an empty room. She began to hunt for the prince, her anger rising with every passing moment. She finally found him outside, digging through the rubble. "VEGETA!" bellowed, restarting her rant. "We gotta talk!"

Vegeta looked over at the snorting woman with disgust, an eyebrow cocked slightly in amusement. What did she think she was going to do? He wouldn't roll over like Kakorrot did for these women. Then again, these humans were fragile and he would probably break her if he hit her. Then again, would that be better than being demeaned by her? He looked away from her and continued to dig, "What do you want woman?"

His name for her only added to the flame, "My name is Bulma you pig! And what the hell were you thinking setting up a bomb for whoever entered the capsule?! It's not even yours! My dad built it after Goku asked for it! In all right, it's his, yet he can't step foot into it because you rigged it! What if I had gone in there!?!"

Vegeta shrugged. She hadn't gone in there, why was she worried about it? However, Bulma took his shrug as if he didn't care if she had entered and had been blown to bits. "TO THINK!!" She screeched, "That I almost crawled into bed with you!"

At this, Vegeta straightened, looking at a piece of twisted metal in his hands. "Almost?" He interrupted you." You were all but naked."

Bulma felt a hot flash rush into her face. "Well if I knew you didn't care about my life, I wouldn't have gotten so close to you!"

Vegeta looked over at her. "I don't care." The shocked look on her face brought amusement to him. "Never forget woman." He growled. "I will destroy this planet once Kakorrot has fallen to me. Don't think that I will spare your life simply because you were almost a bed mate." When she screamed at him like this, it was easy to break her spell that she had placed upon him. If he could only keep her angry, then he wouldn't have to worry about the uncontrollable lust he had towards her. Though, he would have to keep it so that the blood stayed away from the surface of her face. The color made her look the same as if he had her in bed.

He was feeling pretty good about the whole affair. She had screamed at him and he had broken the spell, that was, until her face changed. She looked down, away from him. Her large blue eyes began to dance suddenly with a wave of tears that she refused to let fall. An unsettled feeling twisted in his belly. He had seen women cry before; it was an enjoyable sensation to watch them cry for their husbands, to plead for lives. This wasn't as satisfying. "G-Good to know." She spoke, straightening her back, her fists clenching. She raised a hand and wiped at her face fiercely before giving him a cocky smile. "Good to know that you are weak."

This sent Vegeta's rage level up. "The hell are you talking about?" He growled at her. What was she playing at?

Bulma folded her arms across her chest, smirking though the tears that refused to leave her eyes. "Well, if you are going to hide away at some pathetic human's house while you wait for your enemies…" She said with a large, open palmed shrug, but almost instantly she was ridged. A hand had clamped down upon her wrist and she turned to meet the livid gaze.

"You think that I am weak? No, no you pathetic woman." His voice was just above a whisper, and it made her wish that he would yell at her. It would have been less terrifying. "I watched you with Kakorrot. You are as important to him as he is to you." His grip tightened slightly, causing her to wince. "It's called tact. I'm keeping you close so that Kakorrot will not vanish."

Bulma should have kept her mouth closed. Should have bowed her head and nodded, apologized even. She should have done anything rather than what instinct kicked in. She stepped forward, closing the distance between her and Vegeta so that only an inch separated the hot bodies. "Then you better keep a closer eye on me." She spat, "Because I'm not about to let myself be used as bait." Her eyes narrowed at him, all traces of sadness hidden by anger. "Now let. Go."

The two stared each other down for what seemed like hours before Vegeta's grip loosened. Bulma turned on her heal and stormed away from him and into the house. There was the unsettled feeling once more in his gut. Something that told him that he was in way over his head. However, that couldn't be right. It was just a human woman. The weakest of the species. Yet, there was something else. Something that he couldn't put his finger on, it was similar to when he saw her harping over Kakorrot. Spells and witch craft. The woman was good at what she did, but she would not win.

Bulma moved into the house and shut the door behind her. She didn't pause, however, until she had reached her room and closed the door. She placed her back against the cool wood and slid to the ground. Her heart was thundering in her chest as she gripped the slowly bruising wrist with her other hand. She had just got into someone's face that could tear her apart if he got the itch to do so. She swallowed, this was by no means a surrender, no she was a Briefs. This was war, and he would not win.

Description
Perfect Match
Vegeta x Bulma Fanfic

Chapter 13

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bulma came storming into Vegeta's room, ready for a fight. She knew he wouldn't be training because his precious room had been blown up again. "Vegeta!" She roared, "We gotta talk!" She nearly fell over when she realized she was shouting at an empty room. She began to hunt for the prince, her anger rising with every passing moment. She finally found him outside, digging through the rubble. "VEGETA!" bellowed, restarting her rant. "We gotta talk!"

Vegeta looked over at the snorting woman with disgust, an eyebrow cocked slightly in amusement. What did she think she was going to do? He wouldn't roll over like Kakorrot did for these women. Then again, these humans were fragile and he would probably break her if he hit her. Then again, would that be better than being demeaned by her? He looked away from her and continued to dig, "What do you want woman?"

His name for her only added to the flame, "My name is Bulma you pig! And what the hell were you thinking setting up a bomb for whoever entered the capsule?! It's not even yours! My dad built it after Goku asked for it! In all right, it's his, yet he can't step foot into it because you rigged it! What if I had gone in there!?!"

Vegeta shrugged. She hadn't gone in there, why was she worried about it? However, Bulma took his shrug as if he didn't care if she had entered and had been blown to bits. "TO THINK!!" She screeched, "That I almost crawled into bed with you!"

At this, Vegeta straightened, looking at a piece of twisted metal in his hands. "Almost?" He interrupted you." You were all but naked."

Bulma felt a hot flash rush into her face. "Well if I knew you didn't care about my life, I wouldn't have gotten so close to you!"

Vegeta looked over at her. "I don't care." The shocked look on her face brought amusement to him. "Never forget woman." He growled. "I will destroy this planet once Kakorrot has fallen to me. Don't think that I will spare your life simply because you were almost a bed mate." When she screamed at him like this, it was easy to break her spell that she had placed upon him. If he could only keep her angry, then he wouldn't have to worry about the uncontrollable lust he had towards her. Though, he would have to keep it so that the blood stayed away from the surface of her face. The color made her look the same as if he had her in bed.

He was feeling pretty good about the whole affair. She had screamed at him and he had broken the spell, that was, until her face changed. She looked down, away from him. Her large blue eyes began to dance suddenly with a wave of tears that she refused to let fall. An unsettled feeling twisted in his belly. He had seen women cry before; it was an enjoyable sensation to watch them cry for their husbands, to plead for lives. This wasn't as satisfying. "G-Good to know." She spoke, straightening her back, her fists clenching. She raised a hand and wiped at her face fiercely before giving him a cocky smile. "Good to know that you are weak."

This sent Vegeta's rage level up. "The hell are you talking about?" He growled at her. What was she playing at?

Bulma folded her arms across her chest, smirking though the tears that refused to leave her eyes. "Well, if you are going to hide away at some pathetic human's house while you wait for your enemies…" She said with a large, open palmed shrug, but almost instantly she was ridged. A hand had clamped down upon her wrist and she turned to meet the livid gaze.

"You think that I am weak? No, no you pathetic woman." His voice was just above a whisper, and it made her wish that he would yell at her. It would have been less terrifying. "I watched you with Kakorrot. You are as important to him as he is to you." His grip tightened slightly, causing her to wince. "It's called tact. I'm keeping you close so that Kakorrot will not vanish."

Bulma should have kept her mouth closed. Should have bowed her head and nodded, apologized even. She should have done anything rather than what instinct kicked in. She stepped forward, closing the distance between her and Vegeta so that only an inch separated the hot bodies. "Then you better keep a closer eye on me." She spat, "Because I'm not about to let myself be used as bait." Her eyes narrowed at him, all traces of sadness hidden by anger. "Now let. Go."

The two stared each other down for what seemed like hours before Vegeta's grip loosened. Bulma turned on her heal and stormed away from him and into the house. There was the unsettled feeling once more in his gut. Something that told him that he was in way over his head. However, that couldn't be right. It was just a human woman. The weakest of the species. Yet, there was something else. Something that he couldn't put his finger on, it was similar to when he saw her harping over Kakorrot. Spells and witch craft. The woman was good at what she did, but she would not win.

Bulma moved into the house and shut the door behind her. She didn't pause, however, until she had reached her room and closed the door. She placed her back against the cool wood and slid to the ground. Her heart was thundering in her chest as she gripped the slowly bruising wrist with her other hand. She had just got into someone's face that could tear her apart if he got the itch to do so. She swallowed, this was by no means a surrender, no she was a Briefs. This was war, and he would not win.