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Vegeta x Bulma Fanfic

Chapter 6
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"Damnit woman!" Vegeta's hands went to Bulma's trying to get them away from his throat.

Bulma slapped his hands. "You're such a baby, just let me finish." She said as she fixed his collar. "All done." She said brightly before spinning him around to face the mirror.

Vegeta stared at himself, his jaw hanging. His normal white boots were traded to a pair of brown shoes. Dark blue pants, though they were pressed and had a crease down the front of them. His shirt was the same blue and button up, though Bulma had left it open slightly. He had, what looked like a gold shield over his heart pinned to his shirt. A belt was strapped around his hips, a plastic black thing was tucked into it as well as a pair of silver bracelets connected by a chain. "What the hell is this woman?" He growled at her.

Bulma sighed, putting a hand on her hip. "It's a cop uniform." She said simply before leaning around him and brushing her fingers through her straightened bangs out of her eyes. She had found a tight blood red dress that showed off a large amount of cleavage. Her hair fell in waves down her exposed back. Her makeup was dark upon her eyes and her lips were painted red. She turned, admiring herself in the mirror.

Vegeta's dark eyes moved from himself in the mirror to her. His eyes took in her curves that weren't hidden in any way. He felt the natural urge pulling, making the pants he wore suddenly very uncomfortable. The woman's spell was working at him again. He had to get hold of himself. He narrowed his eyes at her. "And what the hell are you supposed to be?"

She smiled, two fake teeth slightly longer than what they normally were. She turned to him, giving him a seductive look. "A vampire." She spoke, a purr in her voice as she stepped forward. Her hand brushed against the bit of exposed skin on Vegeta's chest. Strangely satisfied when his muscled body quivered slightly under her touch.

Vegeta's body wanted to jump at her. To knock her back onto the bed and ravage her, the dress left forgotten on the floor. "The hell is a vampire?" His voice was low, graveled as he tried to control the lust that pumped through him.

Bulma blinked as the air around Vegeta seemed to change. His eyes, though already black, seemed to grow darker. The look he gave her made her blood pump faster, her face turning a slight shade of pink. "A- A mythical creature that sucks blood." She said quietly. The flash that went through Vegeta's eyes at her weakening voice made her madly beating heart come to a complete stop in her throat.

A knock at the door made them both jump slightly. Bulma withdrew her hand from Vegeta's chest that she had forgotten was there. She didn't realize how much wobbly her legs had become or how flushed she felt. "Bulma sweety, Vegeta? Are you two ready yet? Your father is having some difficulty lifting one of the serving plates. Guess I made a lot." Bunny giggled on the other side of the door.

Vegeta let out a low growl at being interrupted. Any later and the blond woman would have caught him, his hands upon her daughter. Taking her, claiming her as his own. At that thought, he mentally slapped himself. It was the woman's damned spell once again. How was it that she had that much control over him that he forgot his pride?

Bulma put her hands upon her hot cheeks. "Well." She said briskly. "You better go and help daddy with that. Mom probably made all that food because you were going to be here. Chi Chi and Gohan should be here too so one more saiyan appetite to feed." She moved to the door way. "I still have earrings to put on." Her voice was airy and quick. "So I'll be down in a bit." And with that, she was gone.

Round the corner that wasn't on the way to the kitchen she stopped, putting her back against the wall. Her hands came to her chest, trying to calm her heart now that she was alone. Was she nuts? Vegeta was an alien…right? Well, from what she had seen the night before, he wasn't lacking in human qualities that –. The thought made her blush harder and she put her hands back on her cheeks. Alright, fine. For all arguments sake, he was human. He wanted to kill Goku, one of her oldest friends. He had killed-… Namekiens. No one she really knew though and that was before. He hadn't tried to kill her, and Raddits was the one who killed her friends. So, he couldn't be all bad, right?

Her arms wrapped around her as she tightly closed her eyes. Was she attracted to Vegeta? Well, duh. A girl would have to be dead for years before she stopped getting dizzy around him. Yeah, his social skills were lacking and yes, he was a prideful idiot, and Kami his body was gorgeous. However, all he ever spouted at her was insults, well… all but last night when he was drunk…

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Vegeta x Bulma Fanfic

Chapter 6
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Damnit woman!" Vegeta's hands went to Bulma's trying to get them away from his throat.

Bulma slapped his hands. "You're such a baby, just let me finish." She said as she fixed his collar. "All done." She said brightly before spinning him around to face the mirror.

Vegeta stared at himself, his jaw hanging. His normal white boots were traded to a pair of brown shoes. Dark blue pants, though they were pressed and had a crease down the front of them. His shirt was the same blue and button up, though Bulma had left it open slightly. He had, what looked like a gold shield over his heart pinned to his shirt. A belt was strapped around his hips, a plastic black thing was tucked into it as well as a pair of silver bracelets connected by a chain. "What the hell is this woman?" He growled at her.

Bulma sighed, putting a hand on her hip. "It's a cop uniform." She said simply before leaning around him and brushing her fingers through her straightened bangs out of her eyes. She had found a tight blood red dress that showed off a large amount of cleavage. Her hair fell in waves down her exposed back. Her makeup was dark upon her eyes and her lips were painted red. She turned, admiring herself in the mirror.

Vegeta's dark eyes moved from himself in the mirror to her. His eyes took in her curves that weren't hidden in any way. He felt the natural urge pulling, making the pants he wore suddenly very uncomfortable. The woman's spell was working at him again. He had to get hold of himself. He narrowed his eyes at her. "And what the hell are you supposed to be?"

She smiled, two fake teeth slightly longer than what they normally were. She turned to him, giving him a seductive look. "A vampire." She spoke, a purr in her voice as she stepped forward. Her hand brushed against the bit of exposed skin on Vegeta's chest. Strangely satisfied when his muscled body quivered slightly under her touch.

Vegeta's body wanted to jump at her. To knock her back onto the bed and ravage her, the dress left forgotten on the floor. "The hell is a vampire?" His voice was low, graveled as he tried to control the lust that pumped through him.

Bulma blinked as the air around Vegeta seemed to change. His eyes, though already black, seemed to grow darker. The look he gave her made her blood pump faster, her face turning a slight shade of pink. "A- A mythical creature that sucks blood." She said quietly. The flash that went through Vegeta's eyes at her weakening voice made her madly beating heart come to a complete stop in her throat.

A knock at the door made them both jump slightly. Bulma withdrew her hand from Vegeta's chest that she had forgotten was there. She didn't realize how much wobbly her legs had become or how flushed she felt. "Bulma sweety, Vegeta? Are you two ready yet? Your father is having some difficulty lifting one of the serving plates. Guess I made a lot." Bunny giggled on the other side of the door.

Vegeta let out a low growl at being interrupted. Any later and the blond woman would have caught him, his hands upon her daughter. Taking her, claiming her as his own. At that thought, he mentally slapped himself. It was the woman's damned spell once again. How was it that she had that much control over him that he forgot his pride?

Bulma put her hands upon her hot cheeks. "Well." She said briskly. "You better go and help daddy with that. Mom probably made all that food because you were going to be here. Chi Chi and Gohan should be here too so one more saiyan appetite to feed." She moved to the door way. "I still have earrings to put on." Her voice was airy and quick. "So I'll be down in a bit." And with that, she was gone.

Round the corner that wasn't on the way to the kitchen she stopped, putting her back against the wall. Her hands came to her chest, trying to calm her heart now that she was alone. Was she nuts? Vegeta was an alien…right? Well, from what she had seen the night before, he wasn't lacking in human qualities that –. The thought made her blush harder and she put her hands back on her cheeks. Alright, fine. For all arguments sake, he was human. He wanted to kill Goku, one of her oldest friends. He had killed-… Namekiens. No one she really knew though and that was before. He hadn't tried to kill her, and Raddits was the one who killed her friends. So, he couldn't be all bad, right?

Her arms wrapped around her as she tightly closed her eyes. Was she attracted to Vegeta? Well, duh. A girl would have to be dead for years before she stopped getting dizzy around him. Yeah, his social skills were lacking and yes, he was a prideful idiot, and Kami his body was gorgeous. However, all he ever spouted at her was insults, well… all but last night when he was drunk…