DREAMING
Vegeta was more than aware of the eyes burning into his forehead as he was in the middle of shoveling dinner. It wasn't difficult to ignore the spoiled heiress of Capsule Corp, but he did enjoy drawing it out as long as possible. When she still hadn't spoken to him after half an hour of awkward silence, he begrudgingly, and through a full mouth of food asked,
"What the hell is your problem?"
Bulma's lips pursed, irises as blue as the ocean becoming narrowed by full, black lashes, "How long?"
One of Vegeta's brows rose, "How long what?" his short wick of patience was burning quickly.
"Oh puh-lease," Bulma huffed sitting back in her dinner chair, arms crossing over her chest, "you may be an alien, but you aren't that dense. How long? Or have you ever?"
Vegeta stared. Was this some sort of stupid Earth riddle? If so, it was obviously beneath him, so he continued to fill his fork and stuff his face, "I have no idea what you're referring to," he mumbled around a purposefully large bite. The earth was going to be taken over by androids and THIS, whatever THIS was is what she wanted to talk about?
For some reason, she looked triumphant, "I knew it!"
The irritation began tickling the back of his neck, the hot tingle of ki wanting to be unleashed, "Either spit it out or go away," he hissed, "why are you bothering me? Don't you have something to tinker with?"
"You're a virgin!" She grinned.
Virgin. What the fuck did that mean? It sounded insulting whether it was true or not. The Prince decided to bluff; maybe he could get her to leave already, "So what if I am?" He smirked, "Does that intimidate you?"
The surprise on Bulma's face had his sadistic nature cackling. Oh yes. He'd stumped her. Perfect. Take that annoying earthling. Vegeta "the virgin" had finally shut her up.
"Wow," she finally said, looking ashamedly at the table, "I-I'm sorry. I was honestly not expecting that answer. It's definitely not a bad thing; you just seem..."
Vegeta pushed his empty plate away from his, still smirking, "Yes, people always underestimate me. But, as you can see I am full of surprises."
"That is very true," Bulma conceded, "so, was that, like, a thing on your home planet? Are you a virgin until marriage?"
"Even after," Vegeta didn't know why he was still talking, but he was enjoying this, "viginitry is very regarded on our planet."
Bulma stared, "Viginitry?"
"Yes."
Without warning Bulma erupted into laughter, holding her sides as she wheezed for air.
Vegeta's eyes widened in alarm. There were tears streaming down Bulma's face as she continued hysterically giggling. What had he said?!
"Oh-"she was practically falling out of her chair now, clinging to the table for dear life, "oh my God, Vegeta... VIGINITRY!" She squealed, finally falling onto the floor.
Sirens began blaring in Vegeta's brain; she was onto him. Cheeks blazing, he pushed away from the table, "How-how dare you laugh at the Prince of all Saiyans! I don't know why I even lowered myself to speaking to a pathetic, weak-"
"Ohhhh..." Bulma was dragging herself back into her chair, wiping tears from her face, "Oh Vegeta, I'm sorry. If you didn't know what a virgin was, you should have just said something," she coughed out another laugh and smiled at him, "silly. I was asking when the last time you had sex was. I forget you're not from this planet sometimes. A virgin means you've never had sex, well, you know...intercourse before."
"And?" Vegeta crossed his arms.
Bulma's mouth fell open, "WHA-"
"As a Prince and a warrior I have had no time for such... primal things," he sneered, " I can surmise what intercourse is. I just have better things to worry about."
"You mean you've never done anything?!" Bulma squeaked.
He scoffed, then leaned over the table, forearms flexing as he gripped the wooden surface. Almost instinctively Bulma started to shrink into her chair before catching herself and sitting back up defiantly. A strange smile lifted the corner of Vegeta's lips, "I never said that." He murmured, breath blowing across her lips. Bulma shivered, eyes suddenly fixated on his mouth.
"I'm going to train," he said, though it seemed like he was drawing closer to her.
"Oh," Bulma didn't move, "don't break anything-"
His lips, softer than she imagined they would be pressed against the side of her mouth.
Heart pounding, Bulma didn't dare move. Vegeta dragged the kiss leisurely from her mouth, across her check up to her ear. Breath hot he whispered, "I may have never fully taken a woman, but don't think for one, pitiful moment that I can't have you pleading to have you beneath me." Suppressing a shiver, Bulma struggled to maintain a coherent thought. The blood rushed from her head to her lower abdomen, pooling and molten. Oh sweet holy Kami when had his hand wandered there? His strong fingertips grazed across her knee, then her inner thigh traveling higher still...
"I can feel your heat from here Bulma." He growled against her earlobe, "tell me, how is your virgin doing now?"
Bulma's breath hitched as his knuckle grazed her nether lips through her leggings, then pressed. Her hips rocked forward on their own accord, and Vegeta chuckled, "You're practically soaking already. Tell me heiress, can I taste you?"
His voice was so low it practically vibrated through her entire being; this was obscene in the best way possible. Unable to do much else, Bulma nodded. The dark eyed Prince pulled away from her, locked on like a predator. He settled himself between her knees and reached for the waistband of her leggings. A shudder traveled through her body as the material was dragged slowly down her legs, all the while Vegeta watching as her most intimate of places was revealed. Heart thudding, Bulma watched the Prince with trepidation. He threw the leggings off to the side, then took hold of her knees and pushed them apart. Vegeta's lips parted, and finally he looked up at her, “You smell...good.” He whispered, leaning in-
In the distance there was something, a siren? No, an alarm?
Well, shit.
Bulma's eyes opened to sunshine streaming in through the window in her bedroom, the hazy fog of sleep lifting slowly. She groaned and muttered, "Damnit." It was all a dream. Her sexy, virginal prince was just a figment of her imagination. The wetness between her legs however informed her just how real she wished he was. It took her longer than normal to get ready, but as she finally entered the kitchen she nearly choked on her own tongue.
Vegeta was sitting at the table, shoveling pancakes and eggs. He paused a moment to watch her and raised a brow, "What's the matter with you?"
"Nothing!" She said too quickly, busying herself in the kitchen with gathering breakfast. It could have been her imagination, but she could swear he was watching her. Even as she tried desperately to push away the sensation, there was no escaping it when she suddenly realized he was standing next to her.
Vegeta was looking more irritated with her than he normally was and said, "Why are you pretending to ignore me?"
Bulma blinked, cheeks flushed, "I-I'm not! Just, have a lot on my mind." She gathered her plate and coffee mug, but he stood in her way,
"That's a lie. Why do you smell different?"
"What are you insinuating?! That I stink?!"
"No," Vegeta cocked his head to one side. Had this been under different circumstances, Bulma would have found it cute, but what he said next caused her to drop her food, "You smell... good.”
Plate and coffee mug both fell and crashed to the floor, and Vegeta watched with uncharacteristically wide eyes as Bulma took off fleeing down the hallway, screaming something about going back to bed.
Was it something he said?