Chapter 7

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"Mornin', Vegeta." Bulma, still in her pyjamas, staggered over to the coffee machine and poured herself a cup of the hot liquid. She obviously had not slept well, as evidenced by the frazzled curls and dark circles under her eyes. "I had a rough night. Never read horror stories before going to bed."

Vegeta turned his attention toward her. He had not seen his housemate since arriving home from the beach trip. The Saiyan had purposely avoided her to sort out his own thoughts on the incident. Indeed, her actions did shock him; but much to his consternation, he discovered that he more than enjoyed it. The fact that SHE did it actually excited him.

She sat down across from him, and Vegeta eyed her carefully.

"What are you staring at, Vegeta? Do I have something on my face?"

"You appear completely dishevelled, yet you painted your lips. I find that unusual for one as vain as you."

"I'm not wearing lipstick. It must be your blood from yesterday," she joked in her half-stupor.

Vegeta stiffened. He leaned forward and sniffed. He smelled blood, his blood. Extending a thumb, he wiped it across her ruby lips. The color remained. He then licked his thumb and drew it heavily across her lips until they stretched almost off of her face. Still, the color remained.

Bulma licked her lips and tasted his saliva.

In an instant, Vegeta had her in a half-nelson and dragged her stumbling backwards to the sink. Bulma's eyes widened as she saw the steel wool descending toward her face.

"VEGETA! Stop it!"

He blinked down at the Woman he now had cradled in his arms. His focus shifted to the scouring pad poised millimeters above her lips.

"Put the steel wool in the sink," Bulma said slowly.

Vegeta dropped the pad in the sink. Bulma looked up at the Saiyan who was still holding her. He made no effort to move.

"Are ya gonna kiss me or what?" she asked.

"...Or...what," he mumbled.

Bulma grabbed the edge of the sink and pulled herself upright. She did not trust this Saiyan to be so courteous as to set her up on her feet. Knowing him, he would likely drop her on her rear.

As soon as Bulma removed herself from his arms, Vegeta quickly exited the kitchen. She shrugged.

The genius accepted her impulsive nature. She had done outrageous things before and knew that history would repeat itself -- hopefully not too often. Compared with showing Roshi her panties to get his dragonball, biting a sexy prince's derriere in public was almost standard Bulma behaviour. She had no doubt that the beach bimbos would have done the same thing in the same situation. Add to that the bonus of Vegeta's stunned reaction, she congratulated herself. Very seldom did the arrogant Saiyan display any emotion other than anger.

Bulma snorted in derision remembering how the women flirted with Vegeta. How rude to ignore her, who was only a mere meter away. For all they knew, she could have been his girlfriend. The sluts.

Bulma watched the Saiyan prince through the window and licked her lips again. She had gotten more than a taste of him and rather liked it. Her original plan was only to pretend to lick his blood and ruffle him in retaliation for the embarrassing situation with the Sons. But the opportunity to have a prince's blood on her lips was too erotic to resist. Those sultry vampire novels fuelled quite an imagination for the genius.

Vegeta saw the Woman observing him. Her crimson lips slowly stretched into a wide grin. He quickly turned away.

He paced about in the gravity chamber. The Woman may not have known what she did, but he had an idea. He scrolled through his memories. "Saiyans get stronger after each injury... Radditz has a brother... Saiyans mate for life... Saiyans bite to..." He concentrated further and wished that he had paid more attention to Nappa. However, at the time, he was a mere child intent only on gaining brute strength and power. He also had a child's fleeting attention span.

Nappa's voice came back to him. "Saiyans bite to... complete...union...dominant...LORD VEGETA, PLEASE PAY ATTENTION!...some instances...female's lips turn red from her lover's blood to signify that she is taken." He nearly ruptured a vein recalling that entire sentence.

Nappa's voice continued, "...lifetime...do not ever...LORD VEGETA, PLEASE! THIS IS IMPORTANT!"

Vegeta shook his head. His memory must be flawed. After all, Nappa was yelling at his prince.

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