"Why always me? Why does something like this always happen to me? And I just had my pants fresh from the laundry", Bulma whined as she looked at the whole mess.
Sighing, she stroked the stain on her pants, trying in vain to get it off, before throwing a disgruntled look at the mashed piece of cake at her feet. "Always me ..." she mumbled when she looked up again.
Oh, if she hadn't!
Immediately her gaze bored into that of Vegeta, who, as always, stood in front of her with crossed arms and a mischievous grin. The day couldn't get any better ... She knew what she had to listen to right away, knew about the ridicule Vegeta kept on her. And this was a hit for him, she was sure of that!
As if Vegeta had read her mind, his grin grew wider, more mockingly, as he tilted his head at the same time.As if lost in deep thought, he looked at her, his gaze marked by soft honeys.
"Look at you, you've already fucked yourself up again". BUlma should have known that this was coming and yet her head went red with anger like an overripe tomato.
He really had a knack for making her mad!
Just when she was about to throw angry words in his direction, Vegeta had long since moved closer.
Her eyes widened in amazement because she had never expected the following.

His grin, which she could still see when he bent down, the rascal who resided in Vegeta's dark opals, she could still see all of that.
But how amazed she was when his hand slipped under her pant leg, felt the stain on the inside of her pants and finally pulled lightly on the pant leg.
"Vegeta ..." This one word that sounded so pathetic came out of her mouth, escaped her throat and finally found her way to freedom.But Vegeta just grinned, but still didn't show his little glee. Slowly, almost tenderly, his fingertips stroked her thigh, unnecessary and yet extremely stimulating for both of them.
He was lucky, her pants were rolled up, so perfect for his little venture.
"I think you have to wash these pants for better or worse, honey ... The stain won't go away from cursing on its own," he said softly, teasingly and looking up. Oh yes, he would get back at her! Would play the same game with her as she did with him. Because he always had his pride. He was in no way inferior to this earth woman, could also throw her into confusion and surprise if and when he only wanted.

Did she see right? Was it really Vegeta's hand that gave such tenderness? To you, Bulma, to the "earth woman"? She wouldn't believe it, she wouldn't see it with her own eyes, feel it with her sensitive skin.She spoke his name again, softly and almost in disbelief.
No, that couldn't be all!
He just wanted to tease her again, tease her and then mock her again at the end. She already knew the game ...
But it felt good, more than good. What was she thinking? Vegeta felt good? Oh no, never!

He ripped her out of her thoughts.
Not with words, just with his movement when he got up again.
His fingers slid once more over the soft skin of her leg, feeling them in every detail as he had completely built himself up in front of her.
Bulma exhaled in relief. At last he had let go of her, finished his little game. She almost smiled and probably would have done it too, if she hadn't noticed with sheer astonishment that Vegeta was closer to her than she was just a few moments ago, too close ...
"Are you not answering me anymore? Or was it the wrong way to ask?", his words ingratiated, the charming tone completely unfamiliar for Bulma, who just looked at him confused.
The wrong way to ask? What other species were there?
Oh, she came up with a lot, but nothing good about Vegeta. When he asked there was never anything good about it, she knew only too well.
She looked at him confused. "What ... what do you mean by that?" Oh, he could have laughed out loud! He had succeeded. Indeed, he could have confused her. His grin widened a bit as he leaned forward. His movement was TOO fast, much too fast for Bulma, who firstly had hardly expected it and secondly was completely amazed at the things he said and did.
She would have tipped back in surprise if Vegeta's hand hadn't been on her neck, supporting her when his lips touched her neck lightly, almost like a breath. "Yes, I think this way of asking is much more effective ...".Only soft murmuring, muffled by Bulma's neck, which suddenly cramped.
What was he doing to her? Why did he confuse her so?
He didn't want to hear anything from her last night. No, she didn't understand. No matter how she turned it around, she came to no solution.
Oh, she couldn't even get a clear thought anymore. He confused her too much. And when his lips wandered down her neck, kissing kiss after kiss on the soft skin, she even relaxed, let it all go through her.
What choice did she have?

Tender fingertips, marked by a pretended loveliness, given by a skill that was almost unreal, ran through silk hair, wrapped strand after strand around the gloved finger.
She couldn't see the grin that had spread over the Saiya-jin's lips, continuing his amused game, when he noticed how she relaxed under his caresses.Oh yes, soon he had her so far ... Soon he could do whatever he liked with her, soon she would be as helpless as he was last night for a few moments ...