As Bulma grabbed her clothes and dressed, she felt his eyes on her the entire time. She bent down one last time and picked up his boxers. They flew to the bed and landed on his thigh. His hand stretched to them and he slowly put them on.
Both of them stood facing each other. The silence was one of the most uncomfortable things either one had ever felt. Vegeta usually welcomed silence but this time his instincts were whispering in his ear that something was wrong.
“Is it over? Was it enough for you? Will you leave me alone now?” Her voice was terrifyingly void, her expression blank and her eyes glassy.
He stood speechless.
Was it enough? He definitely liked waking up with her naked on top of him. But she had made it clear that she would never have a physical relationship and he could not give her the relationship she wanted.
Bulma smiled sadly and left the GR, leaving Vegeta standing with a calm and serious visage. It seemed his mind was made up.
..:*:..
The days stretched into weeks and they didn’t speak a word since that afternoon in the GR. The week after The Day she left, claiming that she was needed in one of the CC’s main buildings in somewhere or other. Knowing that she had decided to run away got on his nerves. The week was spent with only a couple days of training. As much as he tried he could not focus. His body was asking for more of hers.
When Bulma came back she was happy. She seemed to have forgotten what had happened and that didn’t sit well with him. But when he entered the living room where she was speaking with her parents for the first time since coming back, her smile disappeared and the conversation died. Now he almost preferred that she had forgotten. Almost. His body calmed down somewhat after she came back and he was able to continue his training as he should. It seemed that just seeing her was enough to calm his nerves.
He caught a few changes in her. Her parents did too because they kept sending glances at him. She asked her mother and father to take care of Vegeta so she didn’t have to. Her choices of attire changed also. Her clothes weren’t as revealing, like she could hide her body in them. She was being careful around him but he had excellent memory, and he recalled her every single night, moving on top of him, squirming underneath him.
This… avoidance started to get extremely annoying when he asked her father to fix things in the GR or fix the bots and the old man took five times the time she took. He thought about using the same technique he used for Bulma but the man spent his day in an office and she spent hers working on blueprints and getting her hands dirty. Practice. An Earth-saying that means practice makes perfect.
One day when her parents left for a dinner, the opportunity to end this stupid and childish avoidance arose. Of course it was him that went to her. She still avoided him like the plague.
He stood at her bedroom door as she took a shower in her private bathroom. He entered the room quietly and sat on a chair near her bedroom window waiting for her to come out. She took her sweet time but she did come out, wrapped in a towel. Bulma turned the bedroom lights on and shrieked as she saw Vegeta sitting in her room. Her face changed from a look of panic to one that betrayed nothing.
“What the hell are you doing here?!”
His response was to lean his body forward in the chair.
“Do you mind?!” Bulma spat as she touched her towel and motioned to her clothes on top of the bed.
“Not at all.”
She seethed, grabbed her clothes and made a beeline to the bathroom. Five minutes later she emerged again.
“What happened to the GR?” She asked as she crossed her arms.
“You’re not the type to run.” Vegeta said as he stood.
“What?” Bulma said taking a step back.
“You left for a week after we had sex. You did not speak to me or look me in the eyes for weeks. You never run away from anything.”
“I run away from you.”
“Obviously. Why?”
“Because I’m not sure I want or can keep away from you. Because if it was enough for you it wasn’t enough for me. It will never be enough for me. And because I’d rather be dead than show weakness like that ever again.” She looked him dead in the eyes and continued.
“I’m going to put this in a way you can understand.”
“Woman, I’m not du-“
“I know but you don’t feel shit. It’s like you being able to turn Super Saiyan when you want but you’re only able to use twenty percent of the power you know you could achieve. It fucking sucks! But I bet that in your case you’d actually pick to have at least a bit of the power than have none at all. Me, well, I’m not a masochist. I like to have things when they’re complete.” She said with bitterness.
“I would choose to have something instead of nothing, in both situations.”
Bulma’s eyes widened.
“I would still be stronger. I would still have you. It looks like a win/win situation to me. You have to get used to the idea that what I gave you that day was all I can ever give you. You are behaving like a child.”
Tears began to fall as a cruel smile graced her lips.
“Like a child, he says. Tell me Prince, how much did it hurt to have Frieza open a hole in your chest? If he was alive would you still go to him so he could do the same again? Imagine the vicious cycle: You fight him, you get a hole in your chest, you die of pain, you’re revived and you’re sent to him again. Again and again the pain kills you.”
Vegeta walked up to her and Bulma stood her ground.
“That has nothing to do with this.” He spat.
“Oh, but it has. You see, for us, weak humans, emotional pain can be worse than physical pain. How long do you think I would last until I became some bitter bitch, until I died? How long could you hold the torture?” the tiny woman said to his face.
“Until I defeated him.”
“That would never happen. That’s why it’s called a vicious cycle.”
His snarl made her flinch.
“So, what now? You’ll keep avoiding me and I’ll keep ignoring you?”
“Sounds like a plan to me, but we could try to get back to what our relationship was before we fucked it up. Literally.”
“Your vocabulary is awfully colourful today.” Vegeta said as he stretched an arm to her neck.
“When I’m an emotional wreck I tend to curse like a sailor. What are you doing?”
His hand moved to the back of her head and pulled her to him.
“Just saying goodbye. Enjoying the last moments before we go back to that thing you called friendship and I called a nuisance.”
Vegeta grabbed her in a flash and laid her on her bed.
“Don’t. I won’t be able to le-“
His mouth covers hers in a second. His left hand pins her hands on top of her head as his right descends to her breast.
“I’m not going to do anything you don’t want. Trust me.” He whispers.
Her snort sounds loud in the silent bedroom.
“Trust you? You feel like the devil every time you whisper something to me and your hands are on my breast.”
“I am the devil.” Vegeta says without a tint of humour.
His hand leaves her breast and moves into her pyjama pants. His mouth descends to hers. She tries to free herself only to have him put some of his weight on her.
“You’re a bastard! Do you get off every time I cry? Do you like to see me hurt that much?”
Her questions are unanswered. He touches her until Bulma is nothing more but a moaning heap on her bed. She moans, she pants, she feels and she cries. She can do no more.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“N-no. Please don’t do this to me.”
He kisses her tears away and allows her release. His hand releases hers as he kisses her again. When she felt her hands free she immediately ran them through his hair.
“You’re not leaving are you?”
“Do you want me to?”
“It doesn’t matter. I want you to stay because you want to stay. Like I could make you stay or leave this place, anyway.”
“I will leave if you ask me to. It will be my thank you.”
“For what?”
“Inviting me here. Giving me what I need.”
Bulma just stared at him feeling completely confused.
“T-Thank you?! You don’t have to thank me… I did it because I wanted to.”
He ran his fingers through her air. The damn Saiyan could be almost loving.
“During our ten conversations I discovered that you’re not as obnoxious as the rest of the humans.”
“Thanks, I guess. Ten? No way. It was more.”
“I counted them.”
“I spoke with you ten times and we already had sex?”
“No. We had ten, as you put it, decent conversations. We spoke more than that.”
“So, what now?”
“I already asked you that.”
Bulma shoves Vegeta off of her and gets up. She paces the room for a few minutes before she turns to him, still lying on her bed.
“You’ve changed.”
At his look of confusion she explained.
“You don’t have that constant frown now; you’re not a bit aggressive towards me.”
“Because if I was I wouldn’t get what I want.”
“Oh, and what do you want? An easy lay?” She asked angrily.
He sat up and looked right into her eyes.
“You. I want you. You will be mine and in return I’ll be yours. No other male will touch you and no other female will touch me. Ever.”
“So I’ll just be a breeder? My job is to open my legs for you?”
“You are my mate, not a concubine.”
“Ah, I see. So my job is to satisfy your every whim. Much better! A rich, intelligent and beautiful mate. You’ve done well for yourself you fucking asshole! You’re no different than every other living man on Earth.”
Bulma walked to a chair and sat down looking at him the entire time.
“No! Never compare me to them! Filthy, weak, scum! All of them!” He screamed.
Vegeta walked until he stood in front of her with his arms crossed and a frown on his face.
“They could never put up with you. They’re weak for you. You need someone that presents a challenge to that brain of yours. You need that more than you need emotional support from your partner. That’s why that thing you called your boyfriend for ten years couldn’t hold up. But I can. You know I can.”
“Yes, I know you can. But why can’t I have both? Why can’t I have the emotional part and the brain part all in one package?” She asked as she got up to stand face to face.
“You were spoiled. You can’t have both.”
A malicious grin marred her face.
“I think you didn’t think this through. I already had you to satisfy my brain needs before we had sex. Me being your mate would only satisfy one of us.”
His eyes remained impassive but she did see his jaw twitch.
“And that would be you as always. Always you. But I have the advantage now. You are welcome to stay. I will fix your gravity room, or anything related to your training for that matter so leave my father alone. For food you still have to go to mom ‘cause I can’t cook to save my life. Now you decide if we ignore each other or go back to the nuisance.”
Vegeta seemed to think for a few moments and a grin replaced the void look on his face.
“That… what to name it… fire… no. Courage. Yes. That courage is what makes me want to bend you over or kill you. You see woman, you’re so damn weak, and you know you are, and yet you still threaten and oppose me. I can’t decide if because of that courage I want to fuck your brains out or grab your neck and squeeze slowly until your eyes roll to the back of your head and your throat burns.”
She takes a step back as her eyes widen.
“Yes. You should be afraid. You can keep your friendship and use it on someone who needs and wants it. I’ll go to you when I require something.”
Leaving a tearing Bulma behind, Vegeta would not enter that bedroom again for at least nine months.
THE END
