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Bulma x Vegeta Fic

Chapter 4

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After quite a few rounds, the girls had moved to the dance floor and were dancing erotically with each other… much to the pleasure of the men around them. The two men and Yamcha where laughing, but they were drunk out of their minds and struggling to hold onto the stable seat under them. Bulma tapped her fingernails against the table irritably. She would have been drinking, taken them to the cleaners while doing shots. But damnit, she had left her ID at home.

She was first very flattered that the waiter had asked to see her ID, but not matter how much she batted her eyes, no drink other than fountain drinks were headed her way. Dancing didn't seem appealing, especially with those other two girls. She wasn't going to get any attention unless she pulled the stupid stunts they were, and that was a positive no. Her blue eyes shifted over to Vegeta. He had surprised her with his liquor. She had assumed he would be loud or violent. There was a large part of her that wished that the drinks would relax him a bit, but no such luck.

He had consumed almost twice as much as the other men, and if he weren't a saiyan, she would worry about him poisoning himself. He sat his lids at half mast. He almost looked as if he were going to fall asleep. His focus was trying to be upon the glass in his hand, though he seemed to be struggling. Bulma looked at the watch on her wrist. "Alright." She started, getting up and smoothing out her dress. "It's been two hours. I've been patient. Now, take me home."

Yamcha blinked at her and started to get up under her command when the other men started to snicker and loudly comment about Yamcha being pushed around by a woman. Vegeta looked up at them, confused as to why they were speaking about a cat and a whip. He opened his mouth to show his irritation with their nonsense when Yamcha sat back down. "Take yourself home." He slurred, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his keys. "Take the monkey home too." He said with a loud laugh. "He's not as much fun as I thought he would be."

Under normal circumstances, Yamcha would be sent across the room, his nose broken in several places, and sent to the hospital with a severe concussion. As of right now, Vegeta was trying to find the floor. The damn thing kept moving….

Bulma felt her pulse rise with the heat in her face. Though she would have found pleasure in beating Yamcha to a pulp herself, it would be much more fun to torment him in the morning. She reached over and grabbed hold of Vegeta's wrist. "Come on." She ordered before she began to pull the prince to his feet.  There was some stumbling, but they made it to Yamcha's car. Bulma climbed into the driver's seat, her hands clenching the wheel. Vegeta hiccupped and that drew her eyes to him. She felt some of the anger leave her and felt a laugh bubble in her throat. "You've never had alcohol, have you?"

The prince's head rolled to look over at her. His brows furrowed, but it didn't seem quite his classic glare. "Shut up, woman."
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It only took a few minutes to get home, and Bulma had rolled down the window to let the cool air sober the saiyan next to her. Once they were home, he seems to be able to find the ground easier when he got out of the car, but he still wobbled as he walked. A slight touch of pity went through her and she put an arm around his waist. He didn't seem to notice, that was until they reached his room.

He moved from her towards the bed before plopping his rear on the soft mattress. "Woman." He started as she moved to leave the room. "I don't understand."

She blinked and paused at the doorway. She turned, her arms folding across her chest as she leaned against the door frame. "What?"

He began to pull off his shoes, "You are a beautiful woman."

This made her mouth drop before she let out a laugh. "Boy, you are drunk."

Vegeta held up a hand to stop her from talking. "Smart and stunning." He swallowed as Bulma continued to smirk. "But you are obnoxious."  Bluma nearly fell over on her heals. "Have you heard your voice? It's high pitched and grates on me."

Bulma had composed herself. "This just stopped being fun." She said, a vein started to pulse in her forehead. "Goodnight Vegeta."

He stood. "Hear me out." He demanded as his fingers went to his shirt, unbuttoning them. He struggled with some as he continued. "You blather on about nothing. You fuss with your hair and your clothes." He had gotten his shirt open and pulled it off.

"Uh- Vegeta…" Bulma spoke, her face heating up with a mixture of anger with his words and lust as she looked at his toned body.

Vegeta continued as if he hadn't heard her. "Yet" He said, his hands going to his pants as he unbuttoned them as well. "I find myself stalking your sent through the halls of this damned place." His pants dropped to the floor and he kicked at them.

"Vegeta, wha-?"

"You grate on every nerve that I have, but I watch you and find myself wanting to be right there." His thumbs hooked around his shorts and Bulma watched, open mouthed as they too fell to the floor. The prince stood in front of her completely naked. She licked her lips slightly as her eyes involuntarily traveled south. "Good night." He barked before he turned, giving her a full view of his tight back side before he crawled onto his bed and was asleep almost in an instant.

Bulma gaped, completely lost for words. There was suppose to be a question in there that she should have answered, but the question got lost in the mixture of insults and complements. She finally found her legs through the haze of confusion and vivid mental images as she stumbled out of the room. She reached up and put a hand on her chest, trying to calm her heart down.  "Wow…" She muttered. "That was…. Something…."

Her mind wandered to the words he had tried to form into a question. He followed her around? Wanted to be with her? That had to be the drinks talking. Vegeta just didn't… do that. Not only that, but she would have known if he was following her about, right? Right. It was just a peek into Vegeta's alcohol's drenched brain. One of which would make him pay in the morning. A slight smirk played upon her lips before she began to simply laugh. Tomorrow morning was going to be fun in more than one way.

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Bulma x Vegeta Fic

Chapter 4

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After quite a few rounds, the girls had moved to the dance floor and were dancing erotically with each other… much to the pleasure of the men around them. The two men and Yamcha where laughing, but they were drunk out of their minds and struggling to hold onto the stable seat under them. Bulma tapped her fingernails against the table irritably. She would have been drinking, taken them to the cleaners while doing shots. But damnit, she had left her ID at home.

She was first very flattered that the waiter had asked to see her ID, but not matter how much she batted her eyes, no drink other than fountain drinks were headed her way. Dancing didn't seem appealing, especially with those other two girls. She wasn't going to get any attention unless she pulled the stupid stunts they were, and that was a positive no. Her blue eyes shifted over to Vegeta. He had surprised her with his liquor. She had assumed he would be loud or violent. There was a large part of her that wished that the drinks would relax him a bit, but no such luck.

He had consumed almost twice as much as the other men, and if he weren't a saiyan, she would worry about him poisoning himself. He sat his lids at half mast. He almost looked as if he were going to fall asleep. His focus was trying to be upon the glass in his hand, though he seemed to be struggling. Bulma looked at the watch on her wrist. "Alright." She started, getting up and smoothing out her dress. "It's been two hours. I've been patient. Now, take me home."

Yamcha blinked at her and started to get up under her command when the other men started to snicker and loudly comment about Yamcha being pushed around by a woman. Vegeta looked up at them, confused as to why they were speaking about a cat and a whip. He opened his mouth to show his irritation with their nonsense when Yamcha sat back down. "Take yourself home." He slurred, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his keys. "Take the monkey home too." He said with a loud laugh. "He's not as much fun as I thought he would be."

Under normal circumstances, Yamcha would be sent across the room, his nose broken in several places, and sent to the hospital with a severe concussion. As of right now, Vegeta was trying to find the floor. The damn thing kept moving….

Bulma felt her pulse rise with the heat in her face. Though she would have found pleasure in beating Yamcha to a pulp herself, it would be much more fun to torment him in the morning. She reached over and grabbed hold of Vegeta's wrist. "Come on." She ordered before she began to pull the prince to his feet.  There was some stumbling, but they made it to Yamcha's car. Bulma climbed into the driver's seat, her hands clenching the wheel. Vegeta hiccupped and that drew her eyes to him. She felt some of the anger leave her and felt a laugh bubble in her throat. "You've never had alcohol, have you?"

The prince's head rolled to look over at her. His brows furrowed, but it didn't seem quite his classic glare. "Shut up, woman."
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It only took a few minutes to get home, and Bulma had rolled down the window to let the cool air sober the saiyan next to her. Once they were home, he seems to be able to find the ground easier when he got out of the car, but he still wobbled as he walked. A slight touch of pity went through her and she put an arm around his waist. He didn't seem to notice, that was until they reached his room.

He moved from her towards the bed before plopping his rear on the soft mattress. "Woman." He started as she moved to leave the room. "I don't understand."

She blinked and paused at the doorway. She turned, her arms folding across her chest as she leaned against the door frame. "What?"

He began to pull off his shoes, "You are a beautiful woman."

This made her mouth drop before she let out a laugh. "Boy, you are drunk."

Vegeta held up a hand to stop her from talking. "Smart and stunning." He swallowed as Bulma continued to smirk. "But you are obnoxious."  Bluma nearly fell over on her heals. "Have you heard your voice? It's high pitched and grates on me."

Bulma had composed herself. "This just stopped being fun." She said, a vein started to pulse in her forehead. "Goodnight Vegeta."

He stood. "Hear me out." He demanded as his fingers went to his shirt, unbuttoning them. He struggled with some as he continued. "You blather on about nothing. You fuss with your hair and your clothes." He had gotten his shirt open and pulled it off.

"Uh- Vegeta…" Bulma spoke, her face heating up with a mixture of anger with his words and lust as she looked at his toned body.

Vegeta continued as if he hadn't heard her. "Yet" He said, his hands going to his pants as he unbuttoned them as well. "I find myself stalking your sent through the halls of this damned place." His pants dropped to the floor and he kicked at them.

"Vegeta, wha-?"

"You grate on every nerve that I have, but I watch you and find myself wanting to be right there." His thumbs hooked around his shorts and Bulma watched, open mouthed as they too fell to the floor. The prince stood in front of her completely naked. She licked her lips slightly as her eyes involuntarily traveled south. "Good night." He barked before he turned, giving her a full view of his tight back side before he crawled onto his bed and was asleep almost in an instant.

Bulma gaped, completely lost for words. There was suppose to be a question in there that she should have answered, but the question got lost in the mixture of insults and complements. She finally found her legs through the haze of confusion and vivid mental images as she stumbled out of the room. She reached up and put a hand on her chest, trying to calm her heart down.  "Wow…" She muttered. "That was…. Something…."

Her mind wandered to the words he had tried to form into a question. He followed her around? Wanted to be with her? That had to be the drinks talking. Vegeta just didn't… do that. Not only that, but she would have known if he was following her about, right? Right. It was just a peek into Vegeta's alcohol's drenched brain. One of which would make him pay in the morning. A slight smirk played upon her lips before she began to simply laugh. Tomorrow morning was going to be fun in more than one way.