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Vegeta x Bulma Fanfic

Chapter 9
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Bulma had winced at her own words. It was difficult to lie when someone was looking right at her from between her breasts. She wiggled slightly, trying to see if she could move from Vegeta and his black eyes that seemed to suck her in so easily. However, his weight didn't budge from her. His arms were wrapped around her. His rough, hot hands against her back. "Vegeta-" She started, but she was met with the fiercest glare she had ever seen from him.

'Vegeta' her voice raked against his core. It was sad, apologetic, pleading. It angered him. She was going to  go back to that powerless idiot. Why would she cast her spell if only to revoke it? Rage filled him. Was she simply making a fool out of him? His hands clawed involuntarily and he watched her wince as his nails dug into the soft flesh of her back. "What?" he hissed.

She winced and let out a soft gasp of pain as his temper became tangible.  "I… I'm with Yamcha. I can't-" She struggled with sudden sense of monogamy.

He smirked darkly. "You know that he has nothing on me." His pride trying to rebuild itself. "What has that idiot have to offer you?"

Bulma's eyebrows furrowed as she started to struggle against his grip. "What about the fact that he's a wonderful man?" She snapped at him. "What about the fact he's actually nice to me and treats me like I should be?" She put her hands on his muscled shoulders and pushed on them, trying to get him off of her. "How about the fact that he's not a muscled headed jerk!?"  The weight on top of her was suddenly gone. Her hands now empty moved to her exposed breasts as she sat up slowly to look at man standing in the corner of the room, still dressed in dark blues.

The prince's eyes were shadowed. "Fine." He said quietly. "Go to the idiot. Just stay the hell away from me." His whole frame seemed to bristle like a wild animal. He moved to leave the room, but before he did so, he spat the words "Vile temptress." And he was gone.

Bulma sat for a long minute before she remembered to breath, and when she sucked in air she felt the hot prick of tears stinging her eyes. She got up from the bed and moved back over to the forgotten closet. She passed her mirror and happened a glance at her back to see ten red claw marks. The hot tears ran down her face. She wouldn't say she deserved them, but she wasn't mad that he had given them to her.

She changed into a black skirt and a dark blue blouse. Not really wanting to return to the party after what had happened. However, she fixed her makeup and put on a brave face before heading back down. The party had wound down. Chichi and Gohan had gone home for the night. Master Roshi had fallen asleep on the couch. There were several others that she didn't know personally still about, but her eyes looked for the man who had caught her in the passionate embrace of the prince.

"Bulma!" Yamcha waved to catch her attention. She forced a smile as she moved over to him. He put an arm around her waist and pulled her close. "I was worried about you." He said as he gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Once you took off Vegeta vanished." His smile faded. "He makes me nervous staying here…"

Bulma felt her cheeks heat up. "He's really harmless, Yamcha." She said quietly, looking away from him.

Yamcha, who had sense of a turtle, didn't notice her change. "Let me know if he ever makes a move on you and I'll send him back to where he came from!"

Bulma couldn't help but roll her eyes. Yamcha was a wimp compared to Vegeta. The threat of him sending the sayian back two feet was laughable little lone sending him back to a destroyed planet light years from here.

The rest of the night was uneventful. The cleaning service would clean up the mess left by the party in the morning. In the mean time, Yamcha walked her up to her room. "You know, babe." He said as they moved closer to her room. "I wanted to apologize for the other night." He started. This caught Bulma's attention. Normally she had to scream at him for him to apologize for anything. "I got more drunk then what I had planned on… I guess I just got caught up in the prospect that I might be chosen to play baseball. I mean, I'm not the strongest fighter compared to Goku and the others." They came to her door and he put his other arm around her waist, pulling her close. "But know that I do care for you."

Bulma felt a wave of guilt as she looked up into Yamcha's honest eyes. "And I care for you too." She said quietly. "I-" but her words were caught in the kiss the Yamcha placed on her lips. Bulma blinked her large aqua eyes at the scarred man, whose eyes were closed in the attempted passion. She couldn't help but notice the lack of fire that raced through every extremity. His hands tightened on her back and she was met with an electric shock as he roughly touched the spots Vegeta had created. She let out a yelp and pushed away from him. "I'm sorry" She said quickly. "I'm just really tired and for some reason really sore." She waved him off as she moved into her room. "I'll see you later, right?" She said brightly. "Thank you for the even-"

A dull sound stopped her airy words as Yamcha placed his hand on the door to keep her from closing it. "Bulma, what's wrong?" He asked.

Great, now he learned how to read people.

"Huh?" She tried to appear clueless. Her hand was on the door on the off chance he moved his hand and she could close the door.

"You're acting really strange." She opened her mouth and he started again. "You're voice goes really high when you're trying to hide something."

Bulma's mouth snapped shut. Rethinking the tone of her voice. She smiled at him. "I think you're over thinking things." She said with a nervous laugh.

Yamcha took a slight step forward, "Then, why won't you let me come in?"

The question struck her. She had snapped at Vegeta about how great Yamcha was and here she was, wishing that he was Vegeta. She bit her lip. There was no reason for him not to come in. She had turned down a prince to be with him. "I'm just not in the mood tonight…" She said, making her lying eyes look at the floor.

Yamcha took her hand and brought it to his lips a cocky eyebrow raised. "Not even for prince charming?" He asked, trying to act the part he was dressed as.

"Prince charming?" A deep, rough voice barked. "Who the hell do you think you are?" Vegeta had gotten out of his cop uniform and was wearing his training shorts. His skin glistened with sweat; he had been training after what had happened.

Yamcha flinched and turned to look at Vegeta. "You're interrupting." He tried to say boldly but he took a slight step backwards when he was met with a scowl from Vegeta.

"Like hell I am. Looks like she doesn't want anything to do with you. Look at her stance." He growled. "Even for a useless idiot, you can see her stance is on the defensive."  He gave a wicked smirk. "Looks like the so called prince charming is matched with the muscle headed jerk." His eyes slid to Bulma.

Bulma felt her face heat up. "I've had enough with both of you!" She shouted. Yamcha jumped at her yell and with him distracted, she slammed her door shut. She put her back to the door and closed her eyes, fighting the urge to scream in frustration. Her knees wobbled under her and she slid to the floor. What was she going to do? She was with Yamcha, the guy she had been on and off with for years. She had frequently caught him flirting with other women, but there was no evidence that he had actually cheated on her… Then again, there was angry sayian prince who simply looked at her and her vagina went into convulsions. Then again, he was an arrogant prick and there was no telling what would happen if she actually did sleep with him. "Kami" She whined. "Why the hell is this so difficult?"

Description
Vegeta x Bulma Fanfic

Chapter 9
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Bulma had winced at her own words. It was difficult to lie when someone was looking right at her from between her breasts. She wiggled slightly, trying to see if she could move from Vegeta and his black eyes that seemed to suck her in so easily. However, his weight didn't budge from her. His arms were wrapped around her. His rough, hot hands against her back. "Vegeta-" She started, but she was met with the fiercest glare she had ever seen from him.

'Vegeta' her voice raked against his core. It was sad, apologetic, pleading. It angered him. She was going to  go back to that powerless idiot. Why would she cast her spell if only to revoke it? Rage filled him. Was she simply making a fool out of him? His hands clawed involuntarily and he watched her wince as his nails dug into the soft flesh of her back. "What?" he hissed.

She winced and let out a soft gasp of pain as his temper became tangible.  "I… I'm with Yamcha. I can't-" She struggled with sudden sense of monogamy.

He smirked darkly. "You know that he has nothing on me." His pride trying to rebuild itself. "What has that idiot have to offer you?"

Bulma's eyebrows furrowed as she started to struggle against his grip. "What about the fact that he's a wonderful man?" She snapped at him. "What about the fact he's actually nice to me and treats me like I should be?" She put her hands on his muscled shoulders and pushed on them, trying to get him off of her. "How about the fact that he's not a muscled headed jerk!?"  The weight on top of her was suddenly gone. Her hands now empty moved to her exposed breasts as she sat up slowly to look at man standing in the corner of the room, still dressed in dark blues.

The prince's eyes were shadowed. "Fine." He said quietly. "Go to the idiot. Just stay the hell away from me." His whole frame seemed to bristle like a wild animal. He moved to leave the room, but before he did so, he spat the words "Vile temptress." And he was gone.

Bulma sat for a long minute before she remembered to breath, and when she sucked in air she felt the hot prick of tears stinging her eyes. She got up from the bed and moved back over to the forgotten closet. She passed her mirror and happened a glance at her back to see ten red claw marks. The hot tears ran down her face. She wouldn't say she deserved them, but she wasn't mad that he had given them to her.

She changed into a black skirt and a dark blue blouse. Not really wanting to return to the party after what had happened. However, she fixed her makeup and put on a brave face before heading back down. The party had wound down. Chichi and Gohan had gone home for the night. Master Roshi had fallen asleep on the couch. There were several others that she didn't know personally still about, but her eyes looked for the man who had caught her in the passionate embrace of the prince.

"Bulma!" Yamcha waved to catch her attention. She forced a smile as she moved over to him. He put an arm around her waist and pulled her close. "I was worried about you." He said as he gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Once you took off Vegeta vanished." His smile faded. "He makes me nervous staying here…"

Bulma felt her cheeks heat up. "He's really harmless, Yamcha." She said quietly, looking away from him.

Yamcha, who had sense of a turtle, didn't notice her change. "Let me know if he ever makes a move on you and I'll send him back to where he came from!"

Bulma couldn't help but roll her eyes. Yamcha was a wimp compared to Vegeta. The threat of him sending the sayian back two feet was laughable little lone sending him back to a destroyed planet light years from here.

The rest of the night was uneventful. The cleaning service would clean up the mess left by the party in the morning. In the mean time, Yamcha walked her up to her room. "You know, babe." He said as they moved closer to her room. "I wanted to apologize for the other night." He started. This caught Bulma's attention. Normally she had to scream at him for him to apologize for anything. "I got more drunk then what I had planned on… I guess I just got caught up in the prospect that I might be chosen to play baseball. I mean, I'm not the strongest fighter compared to Goku and the others." They came to her door and he put his other arm around her waist, pulling her close. "But know that I do care for you."

Bulma felt a wave of guilt as she looked up into Yamcha's honest eyes. "And I care for you too." She said quietly. "I-" but her words were caught in the kiss the Yamcha placed on her lips. Bulma blinked her large aqua eyes at the scarred man, whose eyes were closed in the attempted passion. She couldn't help but notice the lack of fire that raced through every extremity. His hands tightened on her back and she was met with an electric shock as he roughly touched the spots Vegeta had created. She let out a yelp and pushed away from him. "I'm sorry" She said quickly. "I'm just really tired and for some reason really sore." She waved him off as she moved into her room. "I'll see you later, right?" She said brightly. "Thank you for the even-"

A dull sound stopped her airy words as Yamcha placed his hand on the door to keep her from closing it. "Bulma, what's wrong?" He asked.

Great, now he learned how to read people.

"Huh?" She tried to appear clueless. Her hand was on the door on the off chance he moved his hand and she could close the door.

"You're acting really strange." She opened her mouth and he started again. "You're voice goes really high when you're trying to hide something."

Bulma's mouth snapped shut. Rethinking the tone of her voice. She smiled at him. "I think you're over thinking things." She said with a nervous laugh.

Yamcha took a slight step forward, "Then, why won't you let me come in?"

The question struck her. She had snapped at Vegeta about how great Yamcha was and here she was, wishing that he was Vegeta. She bit her lip. There was no reason for him not to come in. She had turned down a prince to be with him. "I'm just not in the mood tonight…" She said, making her lying eyes look at the floor.

Yamcha took her hand and brought it to his lips a cocky eyebrow raised. "Not even for prince charming?" He asked, trying to act the part he was dressed as.

"Prince charming?" A deep, rough voice barked. "Who the hell do you think you are?" Vegeta had gotten out of his cop uniform and was wearing his training shorts. His skin glistened with sweat; he had been training after what had happened.

Yamcha flinched and turned to look at Vegeta. "You're interrupting." He tried to say boldly but he took a slight step backwards when he was met with a scowl from Vegeta.

"Like hell I am. Looks like she doesn't want anything to do with you. Look at her stance." He growled. "Even for a useless idiot, you can see her stance is on the defensive."  He gave a wicked smirk. "Looks like the so called prince charming is matched with the muscle headed jerk." His eyes slid to Bulma.

Bulma felt her face heat up. "I've had enough with both of you!" She shouted. Yamcha jumped at her yell and with him distracted, she slammed her door shut. She put her back to the door and closed her eyes, fighting the urge to scream in frustration. Her knees wobbled under her and she slid to the floor. What was she going to do? She was with Yamcha, the guy she had been on and off with for years. She had frequently caught him flirting with other women, but there was no evidence that he had actually cheated on her… Then again, there was angry sayian prince who simply looked at her and her vagina went into convulsions. Then again, he was an arrogant prick and there was no telling what would happen if she actually did sleep with him. "Kami" She whined. "Why the hell is this so difficult?"