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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