Bulma walked past the gravity chamber for Kami knows which time. Every time she glanced at it, hoping that everything was okay with Vegeta inside it. She hasn’t seen him in days and was beginning to worry about him. She took a couple of steps towards the door, but decided against it. With a light shake of her head, she turned around and left. If she didn’t know it any better, the last thing he wanted was to be disturbed during his intense training to become a Super Saiyan. She didn’t have any reason to check on him, he was nothing but a guest in her house because he didn’t have a place to stay. She had no interest in him whatsoever; he was rude and mean to everyone. Besides, she was happy with Yamcha. Still, she couldn’t stop thinking about the Saiyan.
Vegeta came out of the gravity chamber after several hours, with a white towel wrapped around his neck and shirtless. There was a bottle of water in his left hand, which he squeezed with anger for failing another attempt to become a Super Saiyan. He stretched his neck and walked out of the room, heading to his bedroom. He was in desperate need of a shower.
On his way there, he had to walk past Bulma’s bedroom. Much to his surprise, he found himself slowing down and peeking inside it to see if she was there. Not that it mattered to him, he couldn’t care less about her. But he had to admit she and her family were nice enough to let him stay over. And he didn’t think Capsule Corp was that bad either. It was big enough to go unnoticed by everyone for a whole day and that was just what he needed. And training, of course.
****
The following weeks were pretty much the same, but Vegeta noticed a few different things. First he came across the table full of food when he walked into the kitchen to have his post-training meal. And that night he noticed there were two trays placed by the door of the chamber when he walked out of it. He had to admit Earthlings could be good people, even when he didn’t exactly treat them right. Having grown up the way he did, he learned to mistrust everyone. But maybe it didn’t have to be like this anymore. Vegeta sat down and leaned against the wall of the chamber before eating the food that was taken to him.
He was taking the empty trays to the kitchen and, to his surprise, he spotted Bulma walking in his direction, probably going to her bedroom. The Saiyan prince couldn’t help but notice she was wearing a slightly transparent gown and tried his best not to look below her face. She, on the other hand, felt her cheeks burning red with his bare upper body all sweaty from training.
“Oh good, you ate.” She said cheerfully when she took notice of the empty trays. “I hope it wasn’t cold.”
“It was good. Did you make it yourself?”
“Yes and no. Some of it was already prepared, I just had to heat them.”
“T-Thank you.”
“What?” Bulma blinked with surprise.
“I said thank you! Are you deaf?”
“Why do you always have to be like this? Geez! No wonder why he can’t find a girlfriend or wife.” She snapped furiously and then resumed her path to her bedroom. “Have a good night, Vegeta.”
He frowned after hearing her statement and mumbled all the way to the kitchen.
Bulma leaned against the door after she closed it. She took a deep breath and shut her eyes, but the image of Vegetate being shirtless still lingered in her mind. A few weeks ago, she didn’t allow herself to think about him in a fond way because she was Yamcha’s girlfriend, but all this time they have been living under the same roof made her realize maybe he wasn’t all that bad. Then, in an impulsive moment and blinded by desire, she left the door slightly open and slid the sleeves of her night gown off her shoulders. All that was left to do was wait for him.
The Prince of the Saiyans was returning to his bedroom when he noticed the door from Bulma’s room slightly open. He frowned and mumbled angrily when his heart started beating fast in his chest. He knew he shouldn’t walk into her bedroom without her permission, but, for the first time in his life, his body didn’t obey him. Plus, he could see a small glimpse of her from the hall and his urge to go inside only grew stronger. And before he knew it, he slowly pushed the door open.
Bulma stood up from her bed and stood across him; a few feet separating them. There was a small smile on her face when she moved a lock of her hair away from her face.
“So you wanted to check on me.” She gave a couple of steps towards him and could feel the tension increasing in him.
“I didn’t want to check on you, woman. You have your boyfriend for that.”
“Not that it’s any of your business, but Yamcha and I aren’t together anymore.”
“You’re right, it’s not any of my business.” He turned around to leave. “I’m going to my room.”
“Wait a moment.” Bulma couldn’t believe what was happening. For a moment it seemed like he was… In an impulse, she grabbed his forearm and he looked over his shoulder.
“What? You thought I was gonna fall for this?”
She let go of his arm and folded hers in front of her chest, frowning. “Fine, if you want to go, then go. I don’t know why I even thought there was something going on between us.”
“There’s nothing going on between us.” Vegeta walked out and heard the door slam behind him with a loud thud.
Vegeta was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He couldn’t stop thinking about what Bulma had just told him. She had touched a sensitive spot, one he refused to accept. He couldn’t help but feel like Goku had beaten him up once again and gotten married and became a father before him. That mere thought made him angry. He had to find a way to revert that situation.
****
Driven by extreme rage, Vegeta was finally able to turn into Super Saiyan for the first time a couple of days later. His motivation was renewed and he was fully satisfied with his training for the first time since Capsule Corp. became his home. He left the gravity chamber with a large smile on his face, feeling confident he would finally be able to defeat Goku. Then something in the corner of his eye caught his attention.
Bulma was sitting outside the chamber, with her back leaned against it. Her legs were fully stretched and her eyes were closed. She had fallen asleep while waiting for him to get out of it. She slowly opened her eyes when she faintly heard Vegeta talking to her.
“Huh?”
“What are you doing here? I already said I don’t like being disturbed when I’m training.”
“I didn’t come here for you.” She said with fury as she stood up. “I need to make some adjustments to the chamber and I was waiting for you to leave to do it. Not everything revolves around you, you know?”
“Whatever. What kind of adjustments?”
“It’s not your business.” Bulma snapped. “You’ll find out next time you use it.”
“You’re such an annoying woman. But it doesn’t matter, I’m so proud of myself today nothing will ruin it.”
“May I ask you why you’re happy?”
“Not that I should tell you anything, but I was finally able to turn into a Super Saiyan. I can defeat Kakarott once and for all.”
“That nonsense talk again?” Bulma shouted angrily. “Is that all you Saiyans think about?”
“You’re not one of us, so you wouldn’t understand.”
“Thank Kami for that. I’ve seen how Goku acts sometimes when it comes to fighting and it’s annoying.”
“Kakarott doesn’t know a thing about it. He’s a low-class warrior.”
“Right, right.” She rolled her eyes and grabbed his forearm in an impulse when he began to walk away. Feeling his strong muscles in her grasp made her blush a little and wonder how bigger they got when he was in Super Saiyan form.
“What do you want now?”
But Bulma barely seemed to register what he had asked. It was like she was hypnotized by him. She looked up and saw he was staring right at her with his usual angry expression, but she could see there was something else behind it. Hardly aware of her movements, she lifted her arm and touched his cheek.
In a normal situation, Vegeta would have immediately either grabbed the person’s wrist before the touch or pushed the hand away as soon as it rested on his cheek. But for some reason he couldn’t do that to Bulma. He felt like he was paralyzed, though he could fully move around. But he didn’t want to. And then a thought flashed in his mind for a brief second, but he would never admit that out loud. He was enjoying it.
Much to her surprise, he was the one who closed the distance between them and kissed her. Bulma wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned even more towards him, shoving her tongue into his mouth. He didn’t pull back at it, but his unexpected reaction made her do it for a couple of seconds. She threw herself into it again and a soft moan escaped her lips when she felt his arms tighten around her body. Being so caught up in the moment, she slid her hand down his back and under his shorts. Vegeta quickly pushed her away and frowned.
“What were you doing?”
“I’m sorry, I thought it was okay. Yamcha didn’t mind it when I did the same to him.”
“Don’t compare me to such a weak fighter.”
“Yamcha isn’t weak. He’s pretty strong for an Earthling.”
“Whatever. Don’t do that again.”
“Okay, I got it! I’m sorry!”
“Don’t yell either. What a noisy and annoying woman!”
“Excuse me?! You didn’t seem to think so when your tongue was tangled up with mine.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He turned around and left her alone.
“Ugh, stupid Saiyans.” She frowned and crossed her arms over her chest.
Vegeta stopped in the middle of the dark hall, only a few feet away from Bulma’s bedroom. He couldn’t stop thinking about their kiss that happened earlier. He had never experienced such a thing before, and had mixed feelings about it. He also thought about Goku already having a son and he didn’t. His hands closed into fists. He was the Prince of the Saiyans, he should have his own offspring. He looked over his shoulder towards the door. She was his best shot at that; in fact, she was his only shot at that. Overwhelmed by that feeling, he spun around and walked back to her room.
“What are you doing here?” Bulma asked surprised when he burst into her bedroom again. “Didn’t you make it clear you had no interest in me whatsoever? Did you have to come back and disrespect me again?”
“Hear me out, woman.” He sat on her bed, which caught her even more by surprise. “This will happen only tonight.”
“Alright. You don’t want to risk falling in love with me.”
“That’s not it!”
“You just said that… nevermind.”
“So how does this work?”
“You’ve never been with a woman before?”
“That doesn’t matter!” Vegeta blushed heavily. “Let’s just get it over with.”
“Okay.” She crawled towards him and kissed him briefly, quickly lying down on her king-sized bed and bringing him along.
****
When Bulma opened her eyes the next morning, she looked around and noticed Vegeta was already gone. She knew it would happen, but deep down she couldn’t help but feel disappointed for wanting him to still be there, with his arms wrapped around her body. And maybe having a morning round before they went on with their days. With a long sigh, she wrapped herself up in a sheet and stood up, staring at the view outside from her glass door.
She found out from her father that Vegeta was already in the gravity chamber for another intensive training day, by the time she walked into the lab. Countless times she caught herself glancing towards it, in hopes he’d come out and check on her, and had to shake her head to turn her focus to what was really important. Thinking about how fast her life turned around made her dizzy. The same Saiyan that left Goku seriously injured and scared the hell out of her was now living in her house. It was a risky situation at that time, but she just couldn’t leave him on his own. She couldn’t help but smile and wondered when she actually started having feelings for him.
When Vegeta walked out of the gravity chamber at the end of the day, he was in his Saiyan form and wearing his usual training outfit. He took a look around and realized the whole lab was empty and there was no tray by the door waiting for him either. For a brief second, he wondered if something had happened to Bulma, but quickly pushed that thought out of his mind. He still wanted to have no attachment to her.
After having dinner, he made his way back to his room and found himself stopping in front of Bulma’s door and glancing at it. He couldn’t help but wonder if she was inside. As his true nature returned, he frowned and rolled his eyes before resuming his way to his bedroom. Little did he know what was going to happen next.
Bulma was walking down the hall in the opposite direction, coming from where his bedroom was, and they met halfway. She felt momentarily panicky, but quickly her attention moved to his well-toned torso, completely hypnotized by it.
“I hope you didn’t enter my room.”
“I… I…” She shook her head and frowned, finally understanding what he had said. “I wasn’t coming from your damn room, you don’t have to worry about that.”
“Good.”
“Like there’s anything special or valuable there.”
“What do you know about value anyway?” He said in a superior way and folded his arms over his chest.
“How dare you talk to me like this? Especially in my own house!” Bulma shouted. “Get a fucking clue! You’re living here for free and as a guest. Be grateful for the opportunity you were given!”
“Ugh, get out of my fucking way, woman!” He tried to get past her, but she held his arm.
Before he could even snap at her, he felt her lips on him and suddenly his body started not obeying him anymore. He placed a hand behind her head and wrapped his arm around her as he pulled her closer to him. She pushed him against the wall when things got heated and was trying to reach for the doorknob when he abruptly pulled away and broke their kiss.
“What’s going on?” There was a puzzled expression on her face and she blinked a few times, trying to understand what had just happened.
“What the hell were you thinking to just kiss me like that?”
“Excuse me?! It’s not like you didn’t kiss me back! And don’t you dare talk to me like this again!”
“I still want nothing to do with you, woman. Go find your boyfriend.” He walked into his bedroom and slammed the door.
“Ugh, why can’t you be nice like Goku?”
“Kakarott is an idiot.” He shouted from inside.
Bulma spent about two or three minutes staring at his door, trying to understand why it was so hard to get through him when he recovered his senses and pushed her away. She was starting to regret her decision to break up with Yamcha. Inside the room, Vegeta stood a few feet away from the door, with his back turned to it. His heart was racing and he hated all these new things he was feeling. He couldn’t help but think they made him weak. Still, he found himself opening the door and grabbing her arm before she could walk away. Surprised, she looked at him.
“What are you doing, Vegeta?”
Without saying a word, he simply pulled her inside his room and closed the door behind him.
