Chapter 4

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own DBZ…there I’ve said it again.

A/N – Thanks for sticking with me on this fic guys, I know I’m being dreadfully slow with the updates…but I’m having trouble getting out of bed in the mornings let alone writing. Chronic fatigue is a bitch, let me tell you!

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The saiyan prince slunk into the kitchen with a smirk upon his face, his eyes filled with a pleased darkness that would have sent shivers up even Frieza’s spine had he beheld the prince. Last night had been an amazing night. The woman had fallen for his trickery and had thrown herself at him with very little remorse. Perhaps her relationship with Yamcha had not been as sound as he had first assumed, then again, it may have merely been that all of the woman’s loneliness combined with her fears for her former lovers safety had catalysed into an explosion of emotions that had resulted in a moment of weakness on her behalf.

Yes, that was the most likely reason – all his scheming had gone to plan and he had gotten what he had been after all along; Bulma.

The dark haired prince seated himself at the breakfast table and began to eat the prepared meal that Bulma’s mother had no doubt left for him. His saiyan appetite making short work of the mountains of bacon and eggs and the vast array of spreads and jams that he lathered onto the endless stacks of toast. Although breakfast was usually a meal that he ate as a source of sustenance to last him until lunch, today he allowed himself the luxury of sitting back and enjoying the rustic and earthly taste of the meal.

The meal tasted distinctly like victory.

Vegeta’s ears pricked as familiar voices floated down the hallway, the prince freezing as he recognised the voice of the one man who he had absolutely no desire with which to speak ever again – Yamcha.

As he watched in horrified disbelief the two elderly Brief’s led in a pale Yamcha who was bandaged from head to toe. Swallowing down his natural instinct to laugh the prince looked hastily away, part of him wondering exactly how his new prize upstairs was going to react to the sudden appearance of her former lover. Should she show any interest in him at all Vegeta knew he would be forced to dispose of the weakling once and for all. It would not do to have his woman pining after another man, especially one so pathetic as the specimen before him.

Vegeta turned his nose up at the bruised and battered man before him, carefully brushing crumbs off his shirt with long delicate fingers.

“Well, good morning Vegeta.” The Brief’s woman chirped at him as she and he husband manoeuvred Yamcha past Vegeta, unaware of Vegeta’s antisocial thoughts as he purposefully ignored the creature next to him. “Is Bulma awake yet, Dear? We brought Yamcha home to surprise her – she was in such a depressed mood last night. Poor Yamcha here woke up not long after she left the hospital and was very adamant that we take him home, we convinced the doctor after we assured him we had a fabulous home hospital set up.” Mrs Briefs leaned in close to Vegeta’s ear and whispered, “Personally I think he’s scared of hospitals.”

Vegeta muttered something unintelligible and edged away from both the blonde hovering near him and the invalid who swayed unsteadily beside him. This whole situation was escalating out of control; he had to warn the woman that the fool had returned. Better he tell her now then for her to walk in the kitchen and find her parents ‘surprise’. After last night Vegeta had little doubt that the last thing the woman needed was to see the source of her inevitable guilt.

The darkly handsome prince scurried up the flight of stairs that led to the woman’s room and with a barely audible creak he opened her door and slipped inside, his endless ebony eyes taking in the sight of Bulma in a bathrobe sitting on the edge of the bed looking decidedly edgy. He cleared his throat and she turned liquid blue eyes on him, a small blush creeping into her cheeks.

While Vegeta would have liked to enjoy the knowing blush on her face, now was not the time for niceties. “Woman!” He broke out. “Your parents brought Yamcha home form the hospital.” He couldn’t help but sneer as he said Yamcha’s name. He felt nothing but contempt for the desert bandit.

“What?” Bulma shot to her feet, her eyes as wide as saucers. “Yamcha is here?!”

“Standing in the kitchen looking decidedly like a crash test dummy. The man’s so bruised and battered he can barely stand straight.” The saiyan prince spat the news out, desperately hoping that the woman wouldn’t pity the earthling. Something quite like fear began to knaw at his insides and a tiny voice began to whisper in his head that Bulma was going to leave him and return to Yamcha.

Bulma’s mouth opened and shut wordlessly, her face drained of blood and she shakily raised her hands in front of her, staring at them as though she saw some horror on them. “Oh my God! What have I done? Vegeta, What have I done?” She turned anguished eyes to him, pleading with him to say something comforting. Instinctively Vegeta knew that the woman was slipping away from him and determinedly he shaped an answer that would tie her to him.

He restrained himself form hissing and spitting like an animal and merely narrowed his eyes as he replied in a dignified manner. “You have cheated on your current partner by engaging in sexual relations with me.” He saw Bulma flinch at his emotionless words and while her emotional trauma caused him no immediate pain or regret he sensed that perhaps in time he might come to regret hurting her.

Humans were ruled by their emotions and Bulma would not easily forget his harsh words.

“You gave into lust and spent the night in my arms.” He stalked towards the woman and stood close enough for his breath to touch her skin sensually. “You did what you know was right and you traded an inferior model for something better.” He smirked as Bulma baulked from his last comment, obviously not expecting something like that to have come from his mouth.

“What?” She spluttered.

“You heard me woman.” He leant close to her and noted the dilation of her pupils and the tightening of her body. He knew with some primal sixth sense that she was remembering everything they’d done the previous night.

Every caress.

Every word they’d spoken.

Every. Single. Moment.

He forced his eyes to soften and he lifted a hand to her cheek. “You came to me because you knew that I could give you something that the weakling could not.” He traced the curve of her jaw, pleased when her eyes fluttered shut and she shivered. “You’re mine.”

“Her eyes flung open and she stared at him again in shock. “W-what did you say?”

“I said you’re mine.” He turned away from the woman, determined more now then ever to have the blue haired creature by his side. “You came to me last night and told me it was what you wanted, in the saiyan culture sex is not something we throw around carelessly. You are mine now, and if you even consider returning to Yamcha I will be forced to intervene.” He let his last words shimmer with a warning.

Bulma merely closed her eyes ands took a deep breath. “No Vegeta, you can’t do this…”

“You have to tell him about us.” Vegeta interrupted her, his words slicing through the air like knives. “I will not tolerate you playing your foolish emotional games with me. You told me you wanted me last night, well now you have me.”

“I…” Bulma choked and backed away from him, confusion flooding her features. “This can’t be happening! Vegeta, last night was a mistake! I was lonely…I thought Yamcha was going to die…I was frightened!” Her arms flapped helplessly by her sides as she tried to explain her motives to the prince, but his coal black eyes were gleaming with something so alien that Bulma wasn’t sure he was really listening.

“You wanted me!” Vegeta insisted, unable to comprehend the woman’s inability to admit the truth.

“No! I wanted someone to hold me! You were just convenient!” She turned away from him, a sob escaping from her throat as she began to flee towards her bathroom.

“Convenient?” Vegeta exploded, in a liquid motion he moved in front of Bulma and glared down at her, stopping her in her tracks and slowly backed her up against the wall. “If you don’t tell him what you did with me then I will! I wont gloss over any of the small details either! I’ll tell him how you begged me…” Vegeta was cut off as Bulma dealt him a stinging slap, her eyes glowing with anger.

“How dare you! How dare you threaten me!” Bulma began to shake as tears of rage poured down her face. “I’m not some toy you can play with whenever you like! I’m not even ‘yours’. I don’t want to have anything to do with you Vegeta! Last night was a horrible mistake! Please don’t try to make more of it then it was.” Her eyes pleaded with him and, slightly annoyed, Vegeta decided to change tactics.

He softened his tone and backed away from her, sighing as though it hurt him to speak. “Woman, I can’t lose you. I’ve done too much to lose you now. I’ll go crazy with out you.” He poured emotion into his voice, nearly cringing at how stupid he sounded. Bulma however, didn’t find what he’d said stupid in the least.

Vegeta hid his snigger as the woman stumbled headlong into his trap.

Bulma lifted her face and stared into Vegeta cobalt eyes, her own face alight with something that wiped every emotion from his body except one – need. “You…you actually mean that!” She whispered incredulously, reading the need that he had inadvertently showed in his face.

It was fortunate indeed that the need he was experiencing was working in his favour with his ploy to win the woman over. Vegeta decided to press his luck and continue with the soppy act – he had to win the woman over! He’d only had a small taste of her last night; he wanted to be able to have her body whenever he chose too. Not only her body either – he wanted all of her to belong to him.

“I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you on Namek woman…you’re the only thing here on Earth that’s worth staying for. You stand up to like no one else does.” Vegeta came closer and bent down to kiss Bulma, watching in fascination as she shivered at his words and her eyes drifted shut. He tenderly kissed her, running his hands lightly down her arms to feel his shiver with need.

With something akin to bewilderment the saiyan prince realised with a shock that Bulma had plastered her body against his. She moaned quietly in her throat as she rubbed herself against him, kissing him as though drinking in his essence. The woman emanated need; it was unexpected, especially given how against the idea of being with him she had been only moments ago.

Perhaps the woman too was playing games with him?

Finally Bulma dragged her lips from his and rested her head against his shoulder, breathily heavily. “I don’t know why I feel this way about you Vegeta, I don’t know why I’m even giving into this stupid feeling, but if you truly feel that way about me then…” She drifted off and pulled back to look up into his eyes. Frowning slightly Vegeta shielded his eyes from her probing gaze and instead stroked her face tenderly, distracting the woman with his gentle touch. “I’ll tell Yamcha, Vegeta.” Bulma sighed quietly. “Just give me a few days to let him down slowly. I don’t want to hurt him now, not while he’s sick.” Bulma stared into Vegeta eyes again - willing him to understand that she couldn’t just toss Yamcha aside because she’d shared an intimate night with a prince.

Vegeta stared back into Bulma’s eyes, his own thought less romantic and much darker as he debated wether or not it would be easier to kill Yamcha and kidnap Bulma, or give her time to let the human down gently. Finally Vegeta sighed, deciding that perhaps it wasn’t the best time to kill Yamcha and invoke the rage of Kakarot – not while he needed him around to fight the androids.

“Okay then woman, you can have your ‘time’ to let him down gently. But I don’t want you touching him - make it clear that you’re no longer his girl right form the start.” Vegeta commanded Bulma in a persuasive voice, pressing his body against Bulma’s and kissing her again, forcing the woman to submit to his powers of manipulation. “You’re mine now little weakling.” He breathed into her ear, his eyes aflame with demonic light. “And nobody touches what is mine but me…”

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A/N – Well, there it is – Vegeta certainly is a bastard isn’t he? But is Bulma really going to let Yamcha go because of a single night with Vegeta? And will she be able to keep her affair with Vegeta a secret for long? Find out in the next chapter!!!!