Not a word left his throat, only a quiet kecueh rose to the surface and to what Bulma belonged to. She had really made it, had achieved with her kick in his most sensitive place that his grip was loosened and Vegeta finally let go of her completely.
He just grabbed the said spot, shocked and tormented at the same time, the warrior's face consumed with pain when he looked at her in disbelief.
She really dared. Anger, inconceivable anger spread inside him, dark opals narrowed to slits as he watched with a growl as Bulma backed away. Should she try to escape him, to kick someone in his soft tissues! He would kill her, crush her like all his enemies who had dared inflict pain on him.
"Vegeta ... It's your own fault, so stop looking like that!" Bulma said, intimidated by his gaze. Vegeta didn't say a word, just continued to look at her when he finally straightened up.Oh no, he wouldn't give himself the nakedness to continue to show his pain, to give her the satisfaction of a victory. But was it already a victory? Oh no, definitely not. He was far from finished with her!
Bulma, she had seen his determination, the cold look, deserted by all warmth, that rested on her like the look of a predator about to jump. She backed away cautiously, looked at him hurriedly before suddenly turning away and walking towards the door.
"Not like that, my dear," Vegeta growled and reached out for her. Oh, she should have known that she had no chance, that she couldn't withstand the looks and grips of Vegeta. And yet she had tried to run away. She could slap herself!
But she didn't have time for that.
A low scream escaped her lips, tore them open when she felt the cold wood of the kitchen table under her back.Not exactly comfortable, she thought when she noticed Vegeta's nasty grin above her.
"And? Still so cheeky? I would hold back a little soon and save myself the pathetic kicks."
Even if she was rigid with fear, Bulma could take it easy to answer him. He had already hurt her, so she didn't mind if he beat her to death. Oh no, she wouldn't give in to him before that, didn't feel like showing him fear and horror again. And so it was a mischievous grin that she showed him that she fell utterly into delight. "Maybe they were pathetic, but they seem to have worked. In any case, they weren't exactly good for you, did they, my dear?"
She hadn't quite uttered the words when she was pressed harder against the table top again, Vegeta's irritated face above her. His response to the cheek in her words was hissing, in the thirtiness that made sense."Keep going and you have no more healthy bones in your body, woman!"
Bulma, however, certainly aware of her situation, knew exactly what to do, and wanted to go on living a little longer. What would your parents say if they found their daughter seriously injured in the kitchen tomorrow morning? You would certainly not be thrilled ...
Even if she didn't like Vegeta very much, hated what she was going to do, an amused smile crept onto the swing full of lips. Oh, she was looking forward to the look on Vegeta's face, was already enjoying the astonishment in his eyes.
And yes, she was absolutely right, had known the exact result of her action when her voice came out softly and softly, closely following the movement of her foot which rubbed against Vegeta's crotch. "Does it still hurt ...?" As tempting as ever, Bulma's voice, only contributed to the fact that Vegeta's eyes widened even more, his muscles tense when he felt her foot at its best.no, he hadn't expected that, had never thought that she would go that far. And certainly not with him and in this situation of their argument.
That all of this was just a tactic didn't seem to cross his mind, he was too busy not showing his suddenly rising excitement. What a shame! She had actually stopped him from thinking about doing worse to her. This smile! It clouded his senses, completely upset him when he had to suppress a low moan when her voice rang out again. Gentle, bittersweet the temptation that was inherent in her, too much for the prince who would have to support himself even more on the table top. "I asked you something, dear ... Don't you want to answer me? Or am I even confusing you?" Oh yes, she would puff him into confusion, rapture and desire aflame in the body of the proud prince.