A/N: This will be a 7 part series chronicling Vegeta's struggle against Bulma's tactics of seduction. Can he hold on for a week? Or will he break down and tear her clothes off?

The Challenge:

"Shut up!" Vegeta roared. His woman, Bulma, was being particularly annoying today.

"No! You shut up!" She screamed back, her higher voice splitting his ear drums, causing the Prince to cover them in pain.

It was another normal day at the Capsule Corp. building. Bulma and Vegeta were in yet another spat over some sort of disagreement; everything was business as usual, except that this wasn't just another spat…as Vegeta would soon find out.

"For Kami's sake!" He held his head with both hands while yelling back at the woman. "I don't even know why I stay here? You're so irritating!"

"Oh, I know exactly why you're here and why you're never going to leave." Bulma smirked, the bluennette carefully ran her small hands up and down her curves, letting them gently caress her large breasts and slide over her round hips.

"Yeah, right!" He returned full force. "I could get that anywhere I want; any time I want! I don't have to put up with you for it!" He didn't know it yet, but the saiyan male had unwittingly loosened the woman's gauntlet.

"Really?" She grinned widely at him. "So you think you could go a whole day without ravaging my body? Plllease! You bend me over at least twice a day! I have to constantly buy new bras because you just rip them off every two seconds!"

"Gah! Just shut up! For a woman, you really think too highly of yourself! I could go a week without so much as laying a finger on you!" He closed his eyes as he yelled, not expecting the calm reply he received in return.

"Deal." She said, her face growing calm as her voice returned to its regular, friendly octave.

"What?" Vegeta opened his eyes and lowered his hands from his head. "I didn't make a deal with you."

"Sure, you did. If you can go one week without touching me; you win." A smirk once again adorning her beautiful features. "Unless of course you're too scared?" She cast the gauntlet down at his feet; just daring the mighty saiyan to pick it up.

"I'm not scared, woman! I just-"She cut off his words with her own.

"Oh, yes you are!" She flipped some blue hair out of her eyes. "To think that the mighty Prince of the Saiyans is afraid…No, terrified!" She corrected herself. "Of something so harmless as a woman's body! You really are one tough customer if it takes these to scare you." She teasingly gave her large boobs a couple squeezes to emphasize her point. "Yeah, big, tough saiyan scared of something so soft, and delica-"

"ALRIGHT!" The man suddenly screamed at her. "YOU'RE ON!" His voice now lowering as he had her attention. "But when this week is over…heheheh…you won't be walking for months…"

Any other woman would have been petrified at such a threat, knowing that Vegeta packed the equipment to carry it out, but Bulma was strong, she was the only person in existence who could match his ferocity and determination pace for pace, if not exceed them.

"I don't think I'll have anything to worry about…" She let her sweet face grow dark, almost evil. "You'll break long before day seven."

"We'll see about that!" Vegeta turned, his eyes leaving the woman's enticing curves. He was in this for the long haul. He would NOT lose to her, to a weakling…to a woman.

Don't get too cocky Vegeta. Bulma beamed at him as he left, knowing exactly what kind of chauvinist thoughts were running wild in his head. Women aren't as weak as you think…

With that, the two separated, Vegeta going to his old bedroom, Bulma retiring to their bedroom. In different ends of the house, the two gently got into their separate beds, each one thinking they had the other one beat.

Oh, yes! Vegeta grinned into the dark air of his room. That stupid woman won't know what hit her when this is all over! He slowly began chuckling as he thought of the perverted things he was going to do with that body she was all too proud of. Maybe I'll tie her up, let those big jugs of hers turn pink while I suck them? Or maybe I'll spank her? She never did know her place…Or maybe I'll tie her up and then spank her!

Over on the far side of the house, Bulma was also lying awake in bed, but she wasn't thinking of the same things as Vegeta, she was wondering which outfit to wear tomorrow…it was important after all for a girl to look her best… She let an evil grin spread across her lips as she realized exactly what to wear. Oh, yeah, a girl has got to look good for the boys…

DAY 1:

"UGHHHH-AHHH!" Vegeta reached for the sky, his bulky arms stretching out as he yawned. "Oh, I can't wait for today! That stupid woman doesn't know the meaning of indomitable!"

He got out of bed and put on his saiyan armor, the blue bodysuit stretching over his muscles, first up his strong legs, then over his groin, he couldn't help grinning at his masculinity as he stuffed it into the fabric. Or maybe she'll be the one begging me to fuck her… The suit had to do a little more stretching before it was fully over his thick pecs and broad shoulders. Zipping it up, he donned his armor before leaving the bedroom. "I wonder what the wench has made for breakfast. He chuckled.

As he arrived downstairs he called to the woman, hoping that for the sake of serenity she had prepared him a proper breakfast. "Woman? Is my breakfast ready?!" He yelled.

"Just setting it down now, hun!" Her sweet voice struck him like a beautiful melody, taking him completely by surprise. What is she playing at? He thought.

Turning the corner to enter the kitchen, things seemed perfectly normal. The woman had her back to him. He noticed she was wearing loose gray sweat pants. Is this woman even trying? He thought as he looked the pants over, his eyes rising to inspect her red shirt. He had never seen the garment before, but it seemed equally boring so he ignored it, taking his rightful place at the end of the breakfast table.

"Hmmph! Where are your parents?" He stared down at his empty plate angrily. There is no food here!

"Oh, they already ate." Bulma beamed at the food she was making. "You know how old people are. Up at four, bed by seven!"

"Yeah, yeah, just get my food already!" He barked, he was growing tired of her chitchat, regardless of how…nice her voice sounded.

It was then that it hit him. She's trying to break me with just her voice? What a laugh! As much as he hated to admit it, the way she was speaking this morning…it sounded so sweet, so kind… so intoxicatingly feminine, it somehow struck a chord deep within him, making him want to cradle that femininity in his arms and kiss-.

"Gah!" He slammed his fists on the table, getting the thoughts out of his head. I will not be broken by a mere WOMAN'S voice! It's unheard of!

"Here you go, hun." Bulma smiled sweetly as she leaned down in front of him, slowly placing dishes out before him.

I'm the Prince of all Saiyans! No way this woman can break me with…just…her…voice… The man was struck dumb as he realized just how wrong he was about her tactics. Her sweet voice was merely a diversion, a way to make him let down his guard. No, now he knew exactly what her strategy was.

As Bulma placed dishes of food down in front of him, that red shirt of hers hung down, exposing miles of creamy white cleavage, the sight of which stopped every sentient thought in the man's brain.

… His mind was completely blank now. Each time she moved her arms, her large breasts bounced around in her top, the pale orbs wobbling with even the slightest of movements on her part.

The spell was temporarily broken as she stood back up straight to get the remainder of his food from the counter, his eyes following her.

"What do you think you're doing?" He asked her, rather irritated at what she had just done to him.

"What?" She turned back around, an innocent look on her face. "I'm just getting you breakfast…like you wanted." He detected a hint of smugness in her voice.

"I mean that shirt?" What is up with it?" He asked, his eyes following her round boobs as they jiggled beneath the fabric.

"Oh, this?" Bulma pushed one of the plates against a boob, the red fabric covered globe squishing inwards before bouncing back out, a small point now appearing on its center.

With widening eyes, the saiyan realized she wasn't just wearing a loose shirt…she wasn't wearing a bra…

"Well since it's been so hot lately, I decided it would be a good idea to wear something more airy, ya know?" Bulma put down the remainder of his dishes as she spoke to him, but he wasn't listening. No man could possibly use any sense other than his eyes with the show she was giving him.

As she bent down, she let her blue locks fall over her face, her torso aligning all to well with his line of sight, offering him the perfect view directly down her shirt, a view he could never pass up.

He could feel his cock hardening in his bodysuit, the blue fabric stretching painfully as his cock grew down his pants leg. Vegeta's eyes grew wide as he could almost see everything! Her pale orbs were completely bare, hanging free like two enormous pendulums, rocking back and forth as she moved, bouncing off of each other every time they met, the soft flesh jiggling with the contact.

"Why…why aren't you wearing a…bra?" He managed to cough out the last few words, his breath shooting down the woman's top, tickling her cleavage and causing her milky boobies to jiggle all the more.

"Oh, well I was thinking about what we were saying the other day, and I thought it would be better if I just didn't wear a bra anymore." She continued to move his dishes around; she had competed her work long ago, now she was just toying with him.

Bulma knew exactly how to play the game, she'd played it well enough before; and she knew just how to manipulate a man into giving in, and it certainly didn't hurt that Kami had given her just the weapons she needed.

Her broad smirk going unnoticed beneath her hair, his eyes glued to her bouncing boobs. "I mean." She let one hand accidentally hit one of her breasts, the pale flesh jiggling merrily like an overfilled water balloon before him, making him groan with discomfort. She continued her sentence. "It is SO hard to find bras in my size. Can you believe that, Vegeta?" She 'accidentally' pressed one thumb into her other nipple, the pink nub now sticking out of her shirt as she released the pressure, the inward dent receding as an outward one took its place.

"No…I…can't…hghhrhgh…" He muttered, his mouth not chewing the food he had tried to stick in, his body now being controlled by his other head.

"I guess it's what comes with the territory." She shrugged, her large melons rocking inside her top. Vegeta was sure he could see her pink peaks if he tried, looking further in, he could see her boobs rounding out, those tiny tips almost in sight!

"Yeah, not many girls have Double Ds…" She emphasized the last couple words, leaning in closer as her shirt fell farther down, the man almost being able to see her hardened buds. "But, I guess I'll just have to live with it." She stood up, robbing the man of his chance to see the entirety of her scantily clad rack.

"After all, they're my boobies." She brought her hands up to cup her unbound rack, her small hands squishing into the soft flesh. "I'm the only one who has to put up with them…" She pressed her thumbs into the centers; pushing her nipples inward before letting them spring back out, further torturing the aching man. Look at him! Bulma smirked, her eyes hidden under her blue locks. He looks like he's going to burst a blood vessel!

Vegeta could barely take any more, his cock was pulsing! The hard rod ran all the way down his leg, creating a long wet line as it leaked a stream of precum down his thighs. I've got to get out of here! Before I!...I!

"What's wrong, Vegeta?" Bulma was suddenly leaning down in front of him again, pressing her forehead up against his, her shirt falling completely open for his hungry eyes to ravage. Her pale globes were right there…so soft…so defenseless… "Do you have a temperature? You look hot…"

"GAH!" The man jumped up from the breakfast table, leaving all of his food scattered across the top; the vast majority of it being completely untouched.

He clenched his teeth as he breathed through them, his breath coming in quick pants. His body was too hot! He felt like he was on fire! How the fuck has she done this to me!?

"What is it, honey?" She put a hand to her cheek as she put on a concerned face. "Are you having a…hard… time…?"

Those last couple words ran over his cock like a firm masseuse, his body yearning for her, he couldn't take it anymore! He had to leave before he tackled her to the floor and ripped that confounded shirt off of her chest!

"DAMNIT!" He bellowed as he raced out of the kitchen, flying up the staircase back to his room. Slamming open the door he dove into the bathroom, his personal shower being the goal. As he got there, he flung open the door, tearing his clothes from his sweating body as he jumped in the glass box and turned on the faucet.

Cold water rained down on him, steam rising from his burning flesh as the cool drops hit him, temporarily relieving him of his ach. "Ahhhhhhh…" Vegeta let a loud sigh of relief leave his lips. He watched his cock, now a rigid foot long, finally deflated, the limp flesh resting against his leg once more. What a relief! What the hell is with her?!

Stepping out of the shower he had but one thought. When this week is over…I'm going to kill that woman…

Downstairs, Bulma was sitting down to breakfast, ready to enjoy all of the wonderful food that Vegeta had abandoned in his hasty retreat. "Such a shame that he didn't finish his breakfast…I guess he shouldn't have been thinking about the 'off the menu' items so much." She smirked down at her chest, the abundant amounts of creamy flesh meeting her gaze. As she placed a forkful of eggs into her mouth, she smiled. They think they're so tough, but they really aren't. All you need is a nice rack and they're putty in your hands.

Swallowing her food, she gently wiped her mouth. "I guess I'll just have to try harder tomorrow then." She heard Vegeta's scream from upstairs. Her smirk now broadening. Men are so easy!

A/N: So that is it for chapter 1 of Bulma's torture. Poor Vegeta has 6 more days of being forced to ogle Bulma without being able to do anything to her! I hope to update this frequently, but your feedback really helps speed things along. So please show Vegeta your support by submitting a REVIEW!