Those Three Years ch5

    The following day she had been floating in her own emotions... First of all, she was never going to allow herself to be with Yamcha again.  Once a cheater, always a cheater..  Second, she didn't know what to think of Vegeta anymore.  Yes he was still an ass, but there was something about him.. something that made her actually trust the deranged arrogant prince.  It was insane, but she considered herself a scientific genius who liked to take risks.  She had survived her childhood with Goku, then the trip on Namek, and now she had invited a cold-blooded saiyan monkey into her home..  She knew what she was doing, she was smart... That didn't stop her from cringing as she sipped her hot coffee silently at the kitchen table.
  She remembered Vegeta clearly on Namek, but then she remembered him standing non-chalantly against that tree, trying to push everyone around him out of his world.  She wanted to reach out to him, he had seemed lonely, and everyone else was intimidated by him, especially her bald friend Krillin.  Couldn't she show him that she could be his friend?...
  'I know what I'm doing..' she said to herself, feeling abit annoyed.  She knew how to handle men, even cheaters like Yamcha... She could take the challenge of a stubborn cranky serious prince, right?
    She bit her lip and let her eyes wander to the calendar on her wall.  She eyed it closely, wondering when her parents would be back from her trip.  3 more days..  


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  Vegeta had forgotten about the stupid incident last night.  He didn't know where his head was at lately, he felt so stupid giving the earthling woman the time of day by walking home with her... but it had been late out..  The thought of someone mugging her or hurting her in someway didn't sit well with Vegeta.  In ways, it might actually teach the stupid woman to be more careful.. it shouldn't be up to him to go looking for her.. She means nothing to me!
  ... But she was gorgeous, perhaps it was her hair, or the way she would react to his rudeness...or was it her porcelain colored skin and slender body.  
  He growled dodging the robot's counterattack.  This whole time, while he was thinking, he was also training at 300x earth's gravity.  His muscles cried out to stop... He tried focusing on his goal, but the image of Bulma's pretty face popped in, making the robot skim his arm..   Vegeta roared in pain, clenching his burnt arm.  He threw a small ball of energy out of anger at it, destroying it...bad idea..  It would just be another excuse to cross paths with the blue hair'd witch again.  He turned off the GRChamber and stomped out, still clenching his arm..  She's so annoying and unbelievable!... even when the damn woman is around, she's still making my life a living hell...   He could tell he hated her in someway already..

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  Bulma brushed her hair peacefully in the mirror, and closed her eyes sighing.  She felt alittle drained, emotionally, and mentally.  She felt like she needed to take a nap.  As soon as she lay flat on her face on her bed, her ears started to ring, "WOMAN, GET DOWN HERE AT ONCE.."  She glared, and bit her pillow.  She loathed very much that he still called her woman, and the way he addressed her was enough to make her punch him in his pointy nosed face.  
   She got up, strolled out of her room, but took her sweet-ass time walking downstairs... as soon as she saw his spikeyhaired standing there in the corodor, she noticed his right arm... It was extremely red, and scratched.. it had been bandaged, but bandaged poorly.  Seemed like someone was only accustom to healing tanks.  "Yes your majesty?.." She smirked.
  His eye twitched, Oh, how I could easily snap your neck... "The Robots.." He was about to go on, and demand her to make new ones, ones that wouldn't break so damn easily (He wouln't blame his temper, heaven's no), but she had held her hand up to stop him from talking..
  "Vegeta... I am not going to waste my time and energy on something you keep breaking.." she stepped closer, so he could feel her hot breath roll of his arrogant face, "From now on, if you want something, get it yourself..." She raised a challenging eyebrow, and preparing herself for his reaction, which was negative most the time.
  "Do it, or I'll blast you woman." He threatened, "Or mabe I shouldn't train at all, and let the androids kill everyone you 'care' for.." He closed his eyes smirking... a chuckle was about to come up, but she had a quick comback..
  "Oh, I don't think you'll stop training," She stated, her eyes flared up making Vegeta tense up, "...Super Saiyan." The words fell out of her mouth, but landed on deaf ears.  Vegeta ignored what she said, he focused on the pain that was pulsing in his arm...
  Bulma noticed this immediatly and put her soft hands on linencloth wraped, undoing it... He watched in interests as she re-wrapped it perfectly...  He pulled away as she was finnishing up, "Who gave you permission to touch me?.." He snorted, Weakling human.
  "Who's complaining?..." She whispered, besides your pride...  She let her hands trails over the cloth, and down his arms, which felt perfect... A growl rose in Vegeta's throat, but surprisingly, it was more seductive than ever.  "I'll start on the damn robots tomorrow.." She added as she withdrew her hand from his wound...  
   Vulgar Woman.... "Good." He grunted and turned around towards the kitchen, where he would stuff his saiyan stomach with anything edible.  

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   The sun was going down, once again..  But there was no moon this time, and a cold wind blew softly ruffeling the blue silky hair of Bulma.  She sat on her balcony, holding a sparkler in one hand, and a beer in the other.  She had bought a 12pack, figuring that alcohol would numb the pain, just for awhile.  After her third beer, she did start feeling alittle tipsy...  Wearing only a summer dress that was silver and black, she got up holding the rail, and the bright sparkler and looked over her yard.  She saw Vegeta and his regal appearance standing next to the GRChamber, he was wearing casual clothing...  Wow he finally took a break from training...
  She waved and called out his named, "Hey, Vegeta up here!.."
    "I knew you were there the whole time woman..." He spat, opening up his eyes...  He started to levitate, while his arms were crossed, and came near to where she was... "What is it you want now?.." He sounded annoyed.
   Bulma, ofcoarse, ignored his reaction and said "Why don't  you join me up here..." She reached for a can of beer and held it out to him, "Here, you can share with me.."
  He grabbed it, and sat down on the rail of the balcony leaning against the house... He opened it up, and sipped on it... Earthling alcoholic beverage...interesting..  He eyed her carefully as she sat on the ground next to the rail, looking up at him occasionally, studying him... with interest.  He noticed the dress she was wearing, and the sparking-tipped stick she was holding, the would die out and then she'd light it up again with a lighter... He grunted, "It's boring here."
  "I know, but why should you care, you train all day..." She slurred abit, taking a sip of her beer, and threw the unlit sparklers on the ground...
  "I don't.." He sneered, taking a sip... "Once I kill the Androids, and become a Super Saiyan, I'm leaving this pathetic planet.  Problem Solved."
  Bulma looked up at him, "That's too bad, sometimes it's nice having you around.." She snickered.. Sarcasm fumed from her mouth.
  "Or mabe I should destory this useless planet.."
  "I'd like to see you try," Bulma laughed.. she obviously knew he was capable of doing it, but would he actually succeed?  She doubted it very much.. There were just too many things in the way. "I don't believe you, you may seem like an asshole, but.. I know you're a good guy.."  The words fell out, it was probably the beer talking.."Plus you aren't an eyesore, if you get my drift.." She winked.
    Vegeta blushed, but was also furious... She was questioning him, she was assuming that he was someone of a clean conscience, she was foolish... "Sometimes I wonder if anything useful comes out of your mouth.." He said, matter-of-factly.
  Vegeta sensed death as he opened one eye to see that Bulma was standing up and was within inches from him.. her eyes flaring up... Vegeta, got off the rail and stood nose to nose with her, challenging her with the same fire in his eyes.. "Have someting on your puny mind woman?.." He asked, not caring whatsoever if she answered or not..
  "First of all buddy," She hissed, poking his chest..."Would it kill you to be nice?..."  He stepped back abit, not wanting to be poked by her.. all he did was glare.. She's so annoying.
  She stepped forward, but she didn't look at her feet.. She had stepped on a beer can, and tripped forward land in the crook of Vegeta's neck.
   Suddenly Vegeta could scent her, she held onto him like a lifejacket... Her cold soft skin..  Bulma could feel his hot body as she tried to balance herself...  She looked at him, "Oops.." She blushed, anger wasn't in her tone... She saw how Vegeta was reacting to her being in close contact.. Lust filled their eyes... It made Bulma's heart throb, and her arousal came on as she stepped back feeling awkward yet buzzed.
  Vegeta scented her again, and closed his eyes growling, What?  If someone would even dare to knock themselves into him, fear would be the first scent he'd encounter...not...not this.. and by this, he meant.. the look in her eyes... There was a burning sensation there, and he felt it too.  He turned his head the other way not even wanting to look at her anymore... He wanted to actually fly away from there, or away from her so he wouldn't have this feeling, this weak temptation, but she didn't make it easy..
  Bulma started to feel confident again, she didn't know what she was doing, but suddenly she let her palms rest on Vegeta's cheeks.. she cupped his face and brought his gaze to look back at her...  She searched in his onyx eyes, and saw desire there as well.. passion.
  "Vegeta.." She parted her lips... letting his sweet name roll off her tongue..
  Instead of calling her woman like he used to, he just looked at her back, not wanting to push her away... She was too beautiful, she smells so lovely... Vegeat let his hand trail through her silky hair, he muttered out her real name.."Bul...ma." He blinked...  And Bulma blinked as well, but she didn't let another thought pass her as she pushed her lips gently against his, letting her passion go.. Her passion she had for him...  She wrapped her arms around him, and found that he responded to her kiss, but with even more intensity...
  She tasted like no other he had ever encountered.. It was satisfying.. it was toxic.  What am I doing?! Vegeta's mind screamed.. but his body wasn't listening to him anymore.. but with all his will he pulled away, wiping his lips and frowning.. "No... I, Vegeta, will not lower myself to a mere human."
  Bulma's lips trembled, not out of sadness though, out of excitement, she had kissed Vegeta... and her mind raced, and her heart pounded..  
  "Whatever you say, Prince." She coughed watching Vegeta jump off her balcony and storm towards his bedroom window to climb through...
  'You think I'll believe your stubborn lies?  You enjoyed it, I felt it.. felt more than I wished to bargain for actually... You can keep spinning your web of denial Vegeta...'