-PART THREE-

 

Bulma laid across her bed still shocked at Vegeta's careless comment.  She had remembered that night very well, but she thought her and Yamcha was quiet.  Hearing Vegeta say those words took her appetite completely.

 

She heard the front door of the apartment open and close, and she knew it was Vegeta.  She heard his footsteps walk down the hallway to the bathroom and enter.  Bulma jumped up and went to her bedroom door, slowly cracking it open to take a peek.  Vegeta was inside the bathroom, and she heard him running a bath.  He closed the door up, but left it open just a bit.  Bulma slid out the door and crept down the hallway to see what Vegeta was doing.  She knew that even though he said he didn't see her and Yamcha on the coach; he was lying.  So this was pay back time.  She finally got close enough to the door where she could peek- when all of the sudden Vegeta walked by the door without a stitch of clothing on!  Bulma covered her mouth when she gasped.  She had got more than what she came for!  She watched as Vegeta stood in front of the mirror, brushing his teeth, looking at himself.  He ran his fingers in his hair a couple of times, then put his hand on his chin and moved his head from left to right, inspecting his face carefully.  He's so stuck on his self, Bulma thought.  Then she slowly let her eyes roam over his naked body.  His back, wide and muscular, his waist, small and trim.  His buttocks looked tight and very sexy.  The muscles in his legs and calves were huge and well defined.  This is one sexy-looking guy, for an asshole, Bulma thought.  She had noticed his body several times before, like when he was working out or training in the gravity room.  And he had caught her looking too.  His reply was "What the hell are you looking at?" or "Take a picture, it'll last longer!"

 

Suddenly, Vegeta turned and walked over to the tub and sat on its edge, exposing the front of himself.  Bulma eyes widened with excitement.  She was stunned to see his manhood, and it was quiet an eyeful.  Bulma felt her heart race and her blood boil with passion looking at the unknown and unseen parts of his body.  She giggled to herself- knowing that if he only knew she was standing outside peeping in he would blast her to hell.  She noticed his stomach; it looked like a wall of muscles.  His skin all over was tanned, and he had a thin line of hair leading from his belly button all the way down to his abdomen, and beyond. His chest was massive.  She realized it wasn't the armor that made him his size; he was just built that way.  And built good.  She glanced again at his manhood.  She was in total awe of it.  The size and the girth . . . and he wasn't even aroused!  She let out a gasp when she visualized him standing over her in his nakedness when she realized she blew her cover.

 

"Who's out there?" Vegeta shouted.  He walked up to the bathroom door and opened it.  No one was there.  He looked at Bulma's bedroom door and smirked.  Not caring that he was naked, he walked up her door and stood there quietly.  Bulma was just on the other side.  She made it in time; but she knew he was standing there.  She made no movements.

 

"If you really wanted to see my body that badly, you should have asked!" Vegeta sneered.  He waited for a reply.  Bulma covered her mouth.  He knew I was there watching him! Bulma thought. 

 

"Did you like what you saw?" Vegeta laughed sarcastically.  He paused and started to walk away from the door. "Humph, at least I am not ashamed of my body, woman.  Now let me bathe in peace!"  He slammed the bathroom door shut.  Bulma let a sigh of relief.  That was the weirdest experience she's ever been in.

 

The next morning, Bulma was dressed and ready to go to work.  She walked into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee and Vegeta was sitting at breakfast table reading the newspaper.  As soon as she saw him, she wanted to make a U-turn and get the hell out of there.  But it was too late.  Neither spoke as she got her favorite coffee cup down from the cupboard and poured herself a cup.  She could feel his eyes on her- and Vegeta was in fact staring.  Bulma suddenly spun around and faced him.

 

"How dare you watch me and Yamcha make love!"

 

"How dare you watch me take a bath!"

 

Vegeta grinned.  This was most frightening.  Vegeta usually gave that wise-ass smirk.  But he was full of himself today.  Bulma had no reply to what he said.  She stood there with her finger suspended in the air as if she was going to chew him out again.  Vegeta rose from the table and walked over to Bulma, violating her personal space again.  This time she did not back down. 

 

"And what is this 'make love' stuff you're talking about?"  Vegeta cackled.  Bulma was surprised that didn't know exactly what that word meant. 

 

"That is what Yamcha and I was doing on the coach."  She answered, sounding puzzled.  Vegeta's expression on this face tightened. He crossed his arms and threw his princely nose into the air.  Bulma knew at that time he didn't know what they were doing as well. 

 

"Well, of course that was what you were doing." Vegeta finally replied.   

 

Bulma wanted to challenge him.  She wanted to call his bluff.  She crossed her arms and stood closer to the Saiyan and quietly whispered, "So, have you done it before?"   She could see the ends of Vegeta's ears turn red with the question.

 

"What and the hell do you mean woman?"  Vegeta said, his voice almost cracking.

 

"What you heard me and Yamcha doing, have you done it before? "

 

"Don't pester me with such questions!"

 

Bulma didn't know where her nerve was coming from all of the sudden, but she stepped even closer to Vegeta.  She was so close now that her body was pressed against his.  She could feel his heart, which was about to burst out of his chest, and she could smell the fresh scent of soap on his skin.  She looked him straight in the face. 

 

"You haven't, have you?"  Bulma grinned.  This was really pissing Vegeta off immensely, and didn't understand why she was standing so close.  For a moment he took a second to smell her hair, that sweet smell of jasmine.  He studied the features in her face . . . her skin looked so milky; her lips were red and full.  Her blue eyes shimmered in the morning light.  She is absolutely beautiful, thought Vegeta.  He was getting nervous as hell but he definitely wasn't going to let that show now.  He really wanted to grab her, and give her a deep long kiss.  There was a moment of silence between them that seemed to last forever. Bulma studied Vegeta's face.  His tight lip with a frown, his eyebrows crinkled down, and the look he gave her was really creepy.  Maybe I did go to far, she thought.   She looked into his dark eyes.  She could see them looking over her.  She noticed the spots of perspiration on his forehead.  She knew then she won this little match. 

 

"Humph," Bulma said, her grin widening.  "Didn't think so."  As she turned to walk away, Vegeta grabbed her by her arms and kissed her.  The kiss was hard- but passionate.  What am I doing?  Vegeta thought to himself.  Why was I kissing this human?  But he had to; he had wanted to for so long.  Bulma started to kiss him back, but then she realized what she was doing.  Breaking away, she screamed, "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"  Vegeta looked at her puzzled and very flustered.  Bulma threw her arms around his neck and kissed him back.  She slipped her tongue deep into his mouth, which really surprised him.    His hands wrapped around Bulma's fragile body, feeling her back all the way down to the curves of her body.  He let both of his hands grab her hips gently.  His head spun, like he was getting drunk with every kiss she gave him.  He broke the kiss and looked at her passionately.  Bulma could see the longing in his eyes. 

 

"Is this what you wanted?"  Bulma breathed.

 

"Shut up woman, and kiss me."  Vegeta demanded.  They kissed once more.  Bulma felt like she was spinning.  His lips were on fire.  Vegeta started kissing the small of her neck and he pulled open her jacket to go even further.  Bulma moaned.  She rubbed her hands down his strong back and then took one hand and stroked it through his thick black hair.  She felt her knees give, and Vegeta grabbed her close to be sure that she didn't fall.  Suddenly there was a knock on the door.  They both froze for a second.  They looked at each other as they regained their senses.  Breaking away, Bulma straightened her clothes and put her fingers in her hair quickly.  Vegeta slowly sat back down at the table and opened up the paper.  Bulma glanced over at Vegeta, who had already started reading the paper again.  A second knock at the door.  Bulma cleared her throat and proceeded to the door to answer it. 

 

"Yamcha!" Bulma said trying to sound happy to see him.  Vegeta eyes rose up from the paper for a second to see Yamcha walk in.  

 

"Hey babe," Yamcha said.  He always had a knack for greeting women.  He leaned over to kiss Bulma on the lips and she quickly turned her head so he kissed her on the cheek.  This surprised him.  "Do I have bad breath?"

 

"What are you doing over here so early?" Bulma asked.

 

"Don't you remember calling me last night asking me to pick you up?"

 

"Oh.  Well, let me get my briefcase and purse."

 

"Hey," Yamcha said grabbing her hand and looking at her face with much concern.  "You look really hot or something, you feel okay?"

 

Vegeta smirked behind the paper listening to that comment.  It made him feel victorious to know that he made her look that way.

 

"I'm fine, I'll be right back."  Bulma exited and went to her bedroom.

 

"So, Vegeta . . ." Yamcha said walking up to the breakfast table.  He couldn't see Vegeta's face.  "How's your training in the gravity room?"  Vegeta never responded. 

 

"I mean, have you learned any new techniques since you've been in there?"

 

It infuriated Vegeta that this numskull was even talking to him.  He thought about blasting his head clean off his shoulders, but then he thought of a more tactful approach.  Letting the paper down and standing, Vegeta looked at Yamcha.  He had this wise-ass smile on his face, he was chewing the hell out some gum, and his hair was spiked up everywhere. 

 

"Oh, there you are!"  Yamcha laughed.

 

"I've learned quite a lot Yamcha," Vegeta said calmly.  "A lot indeed."

 

"Oh yeah?  Like what?"

 

"I could rip your heart out of your chest and show it to you before you die, would you like me to show you?"  Vegeta evilly hissed.  Yamcha stopped chewing his gum. His eyes widened.  He took a step back.  That was a threat.  No, a warning.  Vegeta just glared at him as if he was about to pounce on him in an instant.  The room was dreadfully quiet.  Bulma walked back in and noticed how tense it was in there.  She looked at them both. 

 

"What are you two doing?"  Bulma asked placing her hands on her hips.

 

"Ah- nothing, babe," Yamcha said, never taking his eyes off Vegeta.  Vegeta never took his eyes off Yamcha, either.  "Let's go."  Yamcha finally turned around and headed for the door.  Bulma glanced over at Vegeta, who was now staring at her. 

 

"See you later." Bulma said walking to the door.  The both walked out and Vegeta sat back down, shaking his head in amazement.

 

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