Chapter 10

 

 

 

 

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Vegeta entered his room and found a pyjama-clad Bulma already making herself comfortable in his bed.

"Woman, you said that you would share my bed for only one night and that was last night. Leave."

"I haven't finished this book, yet, and it's too good to put down. Besides, you should be honoured. Not every man can say that he sleeps with a beautiful woman."

"And not every man can say that he has a loud-mouthed wench in his bed."

"Goku can," Bulma quipped and raised a hand to hide her snicker.

Whether the left corner of Vegeta's mouth lifted into a sneer or smile, Bulma could not tell.

"You have no good reason to get rid of me, Vegeta."

"I do not need a reason. I do not want you in my bed. Leave before I lose my patience and kill you."

"You wouldn't kill me. I don't know why. Maybe you know that life would be too boring without me. Or maybe you like me and just haven't realized it, yet." She gave him a smug smile.

"I highly doubt that," he snorted.

"Another thing. This isn't your bed. It's mine. I bought it."

"You gave it to me to use; therefore, it is mine."

"No, I let you borrow it while you're a guest here. As a guest, you have certain privileges, which are temporary and subject to my terms, as these are my properties. If anything, you need my permission to bed here. And I have been gracious enough to allow you to do it. And forget about the one in my room. I've already encapsulated that bed. The only other one is in my parents' room. Now, if you like, you can sleep on the floor, but I assure you, the bed is much more comfortable."

Vegeta blinked. He was tired. At this point, he needed sleep more than the Woman needed a good thrashing. He barely followed her speech. The gist of his understanding was old man's bed, floor, or her bed. No contest.

During his stay, the Saiyan prince had since grown accustomed to the simple luxuries that Capsule Corp. afforded him, and he was loath to relinquish them. Torturing his housemate would have to wait until his mind became clearer. Scowling at her, he gathered his clothes and went to the adjoining bathroom to shower.

He toweled off and noticed the scar. "Odd," he thought. He examined the Woman's bite mark more closely and pinched it. "Her saliva must have some factor in it to mar a Saiyan's skin. An injury this minor should not leave a scar." He felt Nappa's thick knuckles rapping at his skull and batted them away.

Bulma was still reading when he climbed into bed. "You're wearing boxer's? So, only a thin layer of silk separates us?" She lifted the covers. "I've seen men in boxers before. How come you're not all loose in there?"

Déjà vu: Vegeta slammed the covers down between them. "Shut up and go to sleep."

"Just asking. Are you controlling it somehow," she persisted wondering what other talents this Saiyan possessed.

Vegeta grimaced. At this rate, sleep would just be a dream, a dream he could never have if his bedmate kept up her prattling. "I wear briefs underneath them."

"You wear briefs AND boxers? That's redundant. It should be one or the other. You should correct that." She snapped her mouth shut and stared at the wall, keeping her expression blank.

The Saiyan appeared not have noticed the last remark.

"The combination provides me with perfect support and ventilation. And you are one to talk. Is not your name underwear underwear?"

"Hmmpf. A lot you know. It's women's underwear short underwear."

"Idiot." He rolled his eyes and settled into his pillow.


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Vegeta felt wetness on his neck. "Woman, wake up. Woman," he shook his bedmate. He wanted her attention for his next comment.

"Huh, wha? What time is it, Vegeta?"

"It is time that you stopped drenching me with your saliva."

"Sluuurrrp." Bulma wiped at the corner of her mouth. "Sorry. Hand me a tissue will you?"

Vegeta frowned at her reaction, or rather, lack of one. "Get it yourself. Slobbering on your guest does not embarrass you?"

She yawned. "C'mon, I bit your bare ass. This is little stuff."

He should have known better.

Bulma tried to reach across his body toward the tissues. Finding the box beyond her reach, she dragged and shimmied her way across the Saiyan's muscular torso, grunting in her efforts to bypass the masculine obstacle.

During her laborious journey, Vegeta became acutely aware that only a thin layer of silk separated her body from his. He could feel the curves and soft ripple of her flesh, among other things. The primal noises she emitted further unsettled him. Vegeta gritted his teeth.

Bulma finally reached the tissues and straddled herself across her bedmate's naked abdomen. She wiped her face clean, and feeling generous, leaned down to wipe the prince's neck.

Vegeta noticed that one of her buttons had dislodged from its buttonhole. As her body descended toward his, one tantalizing breast escaped from its silken prison. The prince's eyes nearly popped from their sockets.

"Woman..." his voice was a hoarse whisper. He tried to keep his eyes focused on her face, with miserable results.

She wiped at his neck, the motion causing other parts to sway.

"Woman..." he croaked. His eyes darted around wildly, always coming back to rest on the hypnotic pendulum. Vegeta had seen naked women and breasts before, but none this close nor enticing.

Bulma sat upright. "What is it, Vegeta," she said in exasperation. The man beneath her kept repeating her name and not saying, or doing, anything else.

She looked down at him and saw his shifting eyes. Bulma followed his gaze from her face to her breast to her arm to her...

SMACK!!!

The warrior never saw the hand coming. "What the hell?!" he roared.

She snapped the two halves of her top closed. "How dare you try to undress me?" she cried.

"I did no such thing. I was trying to get you to cover up. Why would I want to disrobe you?"

"So, you think that I'm not good enough to strip?" SMACK!!!

Damn, the Woman's hand moved faster than lightning to the stunned Saiyan.

They continued bickering, with Bulma still atop the prince.

"First, you become angered because you thought that I had tried to undress you. Now you feel insulted because I had no intention of doing such a thing? You really are crazy!" He was not in a princely mood.

"Of course I must be crazy! I sleep with you and think that you undressed me only to find out that you didn't; and all you want is for me to cover up, even though I know that you like seeing my body. What kind of guy are you?"

"Confused with a splitting headache," lamented his tortured brain.

Bulma hopped off of her bedmate. With her hands still clutching her top together, she tossed her head in disdain, and stomped out of the room. At the door, she glanced back and saw a very bewildered Saiyan lying motionless in bed.

"Thank the Kais. I guess all the males in the universe carry the female confusion gene. Well, at least he didn't notice my embarrassment."

"Yes, the female species is an enigma." Vegeta remained in bed a few seconds longer, grateful for his eccentricities. He was certain that boxers alone could not have hidden his reaction. Fortunately, the briefs held his dignity together.



Undeterred by the latest incident, Bulma remained in her bed, allowing the resident Saiyan prince to share it.

Seeing the futility of ridding his hostess, not that he tried very hard, Vegeta accepted her presence as he did the sheets. He decided to bide his time and put her in her place when the world and Kakarrot bowed at his feet. For now, she could be his royal bed-warmer.


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