A/N: This is my first DBZ fanfic. I've always been a big fan of the Bulma/Vegeta relationship, so this is my take on one possible way they wound up together. I have tried to be as canon as possible, but I apologize if there are any mistakes. I am planning this fanfic to be a couple chapters long, so please enjoy the ride.
Warning: This is for Mature Adult's only.
Disclaimer: Dragonball Z belongs to Akira Toriyama.
Something was off. As soon as he entered the room, he knew something was not as it should be. He walked toward the tall cabinet and soon realized why. The drying cloths smelled different. They smelled like…her.
Bulma sat at her workstation, chin leaning against hand, sighing while the code compiled. Normally, she would be working with her father or helping her mother with some household chore or another that needed to be done. But both of them were gone for the week, so the only other occupant around was a very temperamental Saiyan prince. Watching code compile was a far better choice to socializing with him. Sadly, she often had little choice in the matter.
"WOMAN!" The devil himself came bursting through the doorway, anger radiating off him in waves. She turned in her chair, a bored look on her face, and saw the prince in all his glory. Ugh. It happened occasionally that Vegeta forgot the common decency of wearing clothing around others, usually when he was too angry to care. This appeared to be one such occasion.
"What do you want? And cover yourself. No one wants to see that." He ignored her last quip and threw the towel in his hand—yes, the towel in his hand and not around his waist where it should be—towards her. She caught it and looked it over. It was a plain, white towel, freshly laundered and perfectly fit for anyone, apparently, except a prince. "It's the same type of towel you've been using the whole time you've been here. What's your problem?"
He took a step forward and crossed his arms. "My problem is that it smells like you. I do not want the scent of a weak human woman on my body. Have some new ones prepared immediately."
Bulma sighed and threw the towel back toward him. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but those are the only towels in the house. And until my mother gets back from her vacation, you'll just have to deal with smelling a little girly." He made a very rude guttural sound and stalked off. Oh, wasn't this week just going to be so much fun?
The shower calmed him a bit, but anger still pulsed within his body. Saiyans had an incredibly acute sense of smell. It was useful when attempting to find an enemy, but damned inconvenient when around a woman in heat. As a young boy, he noticed that whenever a female servant was snippy they smelled of blood. He had asked his father the reason for this, and his father laughed. The king had explained to him that women bleed for a short while every cycle if they do not reproduce, and that it tended to make them more volatile. It was not until he was much older that he learned about the newer scents after their bleeding and what they entailed.
That blasted woman had been bleeding not long ago, and now he could smell something far more intoxicating from her. This was not the first time he had smelled it, but he could usually avoid her scent for the duration. Having the scent infused with every fiber of the drying cloths made things much more difficult.
He hated Earth and all of its occupants, especially that woman, but being male did have its drawbacks. Sex was one of the most basic of instincts, and he had not had any in quite a while. And he would not dare lower himself to releasing himself like a lowly monkey. After years of this, any female in heat caught his attention. He would be damned if this blue-haired weakling broke his fast.
Stepping out of the shower, he shook himself dry, adding a slight touch of ki to remove any excess, and placed on his training outfit. Who needed drying cloths anyway? The gravity room hummed to life as he boarded, and quickly slammed him to the floor. Surprised, Vegeta looked at the gravity gauge and saw it had spiked to 300G. He was training in 300G, but the sudden change had caught him off guard. As he put a good deal of strength into standing, he found himself ramming into the ceiling. What the hell? The gravity gauge now read 150G. The damn thing was malfunctioning. He could not train under such conditions.
Once again, she found herself staring at an angry Saiyan, who screamed at her for another thing that was not her fault but that he made her fault anyway. At least he wasn't naked this time. "I'll take a look at it tomorrow. Right now I have programs to test."
"No, woman, you will look at it now! I have already wasted precious time and you will not cause me to waste anymore!" She sighed and stood from the computer.
"Alright, I can run the diagnostic today, but you'll still have to wait until at least tomorrow before it can be fixed."
"That is unacceptable!"
He was being impossible, and she was through putting up with it. "Well tough shit, Vegeta! The diagnostic takes a few hours to analyze, and then who knows how long it will be before I know the problem. I didn't build the damn thing, so you're just going to have to live with it!" A grumble, no a growl, emanated from his throat as he fought to find a comeback but failed.
"Hurry up, then. Even without the gravity, I still wish to use the space to train, and I would rather not have to be in your presence for longer than I have to." With that, he left the lab.
She couldn't believe him. No gratitude for anything she ever did for him. It was as though she were his servant. Well, he might appreciate her a bit more if she "couldn't find the problem" for a few days, maybe even a week. He might be nicer to her then.
The woman's scent was stronger than usual. Perhaps it was the enclosed space that concentrated the hormones. He sorely wanted to step outside, but he needed to make sure she did not intentionally screw anything up. Not that he knew much about a gravity apparatus, but he certainly knew any indelicate touch to the circuitry was foul play. Watching the woman work was not altogether unpleasant either. She was wearing denim pants and a modest shirt, not a terribly arousing combination, but the way the denim hugged her buttocks as she kneeled before the panel pleased him. She should always kneel in my presence. A moment later, however, and he was feeling less pleased.
Whether it was the submission of the act, or the way her clothing hung on her, something caused the strange tightening of his groin. It was an odd sensation, not unfamiliar but uncommon. Neither act alone would cause such a physical reaction, he told himself, so it had to be her scent influencing him. Any sexual want or need for this woman was appalling, and he was glad when she finally stood.
She gave him an odd once-over, and would have done so again, but he would not allow it. "Now that you are done wasting my time, leave." Surprisingly, she complied without retort. He wondered how present his reaction had been, if she had seen it. No, he had not been that aroused. The woman had many curiosities about her, and observation was just one of them.
He was so big. She spread her legs before the faceless man and opened herself to swallow his large member. He pressed in slowly, torturing her with each second. It was painfully slow and she gripped his shoulders to urge him forward. This only caused him to move even more slowly. Though she could not see a mouth, she could feel the grin her desire caused him.
"Please," she begged. She never begged. A throaty laugh surrounded her and the faceless man buried himself deep within her. She moaned loudly and this seemed to encourage the man further. She was coming close to release when the man dipped his head towards hers. Features began to form and as she tumbled over the edge of her release she saw the man who gave it to her: Vegeta.
The sunlight nearly blinded her. She sat up quickly, breathing heavily, and clutching the covers of her bed. The dream had been so realistic. She still felt the tremors of the act uncoiling through her body. Pushing the covers to the side of her she saw just how realistic the act had been: her panties were wet with her desire. She felt embarrassed and quickly covered herself again. It had been awhile since that had happened to her, and with Vegeta adamant about keeping her scent away from him, she did not want to attract his attention.
Breathing in deeply, she dashed out of bed, grabbed a random outfit from her wardrobe, and bolted to the bathroom. Vegeta usually slept in longer than she, so it was possible to take a shower before he rose. As long as she disinfected the room after she was finished, he was never the wiser.
The water felt good against her skin. Her mind wandered and eventually found its way to her last dream. How could her brain fix Vegeta as the man to give her pleasure? Well, he was not unpleasant to look at, with rippling muscles and smooth skin, but his manner was very off-putting. Now that she thought of it, she could imagine the way he might take her. Nothing would be gentle about his motions, but it would be a carnal pleasure all the same. Thinking such thoughts sent a tightening sensation about her body. When was the last time she had been aroused?
She focused on her dream, Vegeta relishing in her submission and taking pleasure in her pleas. Her fingers slid to where the wetness was forming and gingerly stroked the area. As the dream replayed in her head, her fingers moved more quickly, her breath became ragged. The way he laughed as she begged him to penetrate her fully heightened her arousal. She imagined the cruel thrusts and how she screamed for more. Just before her dream climax, she came to her own. Her body convulsed and her knees weakened. She placed both hands against the tile in front of her and breathed deeply.
That bastard. The last time she had been even remotely aroused was before she and Yamcha had broken up, at least more than six months ago. Sure, the occasional trashy romance novel had given her a nice placebo effect, but she had not felt anything quite like this in a long time. And it was caused by that jerk of a prince.
She finished washing herself and stepped out of the shower, quickly drying herself off and dressing before leaving the bathroom. A knowing grin appeared on her lips as she walked towards her workstation. Without disinfecting the bathroom, her scent would be prevalent everywhere. Let's see how he handles it.
He handled it badly. His morning shower was a necessity to wake him up for the day ahead, but being hit by a wall of scent did that well enough on its own. Every inch of the room smelled heavily of that infernal woman, and it was even more concentrated than in the gravity room. He still needed a shower, but how he would ever concentrate he did not know. As soon as he entered the small chamber, he felt like all the wind had been knocked out of him.
The sudden arousal stunned him. Her scent was thick here, and he doubted it all came just from a simple shower. He touched a patch of tile and brought his finger to his nose and breathed. This was more than daily scent, this was arousal. And that knowledge pulled at his groin further. He was not going to be able to concentrate his erection away, not with all that scent in the air. His hand found his problem without bidding and softly gliding about the length. If he was going to degrade himself, he should not have to do so for that woman. But, it was either that or deal with sore testes all day.
He imagined what it might be like to dominate her, having her kneel before him and plead with him to stop. He would take her from behind, like the dog she was, and discipline her so that she would know who her place. She lived to serve him, he thought as his hand quickened. She would learn the price of speaking back to him. She would learn to be fucked whenever and wherever he wanted her. She would…His mind went temporarily blank as his seed shot from him, coating the wall liberally. The horror eventually set in.
How could that lowly human arouse him so fully? He would not allow it.
A/N: Thank you for reading. Please review, and I will try to get the next chapter up quickly. Thanks again.