Ha! Two parts in one night! I'm so good * gg * No, no, but since I have time all night anyway and can't really sleep, that's a welcome opportunity to write another part ^^
Mh .. * look at the clock * Already at 3:51 in the morning ... * brooding * Oh what the heck, I'll just start. And if the chapter doesn't get that good I can always push it to the time * g *
And thanks for the lovely and especially quick comment you veggie fan you;) I'm always happy like such a little child ^^
And quickly continue to write on your FF, yes? After all, I want to write clerks again :)
And whether she defends herself? I don't know yet, but you know Bulma;)) Well, I think I'd better start then, otherwise I'll completely forget the time (I already have -__-) Until then and have fun reading ^^

His hand still didn't let her rest. But on the contrary...
He kept touching her in sinful places, teasing, even provoking her with his caresses.She would never have thought that he could be so tender and bring something other than shouting and displeasure towards her. It was always confusing for Bulma. He had lived here for a long time, had moved in at the same time as the Namekians. In another situation, Bulma should have grinned in amusement.
It had been an image for the gods when Vegeta had been loudly upset about them, had given them all ridicule and yet again had never done anything that could have harmed them. At least not in the time when they were on earth.
Sure, she knew the mischief Vegeta wreaked on the planet Namek, knew about the village which he had wiped out without blinking an eye. And yet it was so hard to imagine ...
Here, on earth, in the CC, he wasn't exactly the most pleasant contemporary either, but you couldn't really be afraid that, as in his earlier years, nothing would kill you.No, with the best will in the world she couldn't imagine that.
At first, when she first saw him, there on Namek she was afraid of him. Fear at its finest!
And now she was lying here under the man she had been so afraid of just a few months ago. Afraid for her and her friends' lives. She touched hands that had already meant the death of some of her best friends. And it was precisely these hands that caressed Bulma, giving her a kind of tenderness that she hadn't been allowed to feel before. Not even with Yamcha.
Perhaps the stimulus of danger was exactly what made Bulma sink into the soft pillows, which is why her breathing became more and more shallow and the gaze from blue eyes more and more veiled. Well, Vegeta's hand wasn't exactly innocent of that either ...
"So you agree with me ...". Vegeta's voice tore her from her thoughts.
Even though she was muffled by her own throat, she could understand them down to the smallest detail.And if all of this hadn't been too much for her, as if all of this hadn't already contributed enough to the fact that Bulma was completely in a kind of swoon, it was his lips that almost made her unconscious as she her throat with every single word grazed.
How had she agreed with him? Briefly she had to think about what he had meant, because she was too confused to be able to remember everything he said. But she knew exactly what he was doing. And she could hardly forget this ...
Why should she answer him when he knew exactly what she was thinking, could tell from her body language? Oh, it was so obvious ...
The trembling body of Bulma, so close to that of the proud warrior, chest to chest, the heat that both bodies exchanged.

He noticed her absence. Not exactly impressed by his own statement, he paused at her neck for a moment, stopped breathing tender kisses on the tender skin as he slowly raised his head and looked at her questioningly.He didn't even notice that the malevolence, the venom had vanished from his gaze for a brief moment. Only one question stood in the dark mirror of the soul, a question that sought and demanded answers. She, the earth woman, didn't seem to notice at first that he was looking at her, she seemed to enjoy the previous one too much.
She seemed all the more disappointed when she noticed that he had long since stopped kissing her neck.
It made him angry that she wasn't paying him the attention he expected. And he got even more angry when he finally realized that she wouldn't answer him. She just let it be.
"Listen to me, if I ask you a question I would like to have an answer too, understand?" He looked at her angrily.
Bulma, who had meanwhile noticed that something was wrong (as if this whole situation could be true at all * g *) looked at him puzzled. Weren't his lips on her neck a few moments ago?A little confused, she straightened up - and was promptly pushed back into the pillow.
"I asked you something, so please answer!". His voice had once again lost all tenderness, not even the smallest trace of the loveliness that had just been there could be recognized anymore. But this guy also had a knack for destroying romantic situations!

Bulma didn't have to think long. She knew what she would say to him in response, or rather throw back when said. Because through his sudden rudeness she had finally found her way back to reality and was first aware of what she was leaving with her.
She was a pretty young woman, self-confident and did not need to be undermined!
Again she tried to get up and again she was just pushed back roughly into the pillow. Vegeta waited for his answer.
"Well, if I really think about it, right now you're being brutal to me again. So, yes!"And really, she tossed the very cheeky answer straight into his face.
Vegeta, who was aware at that very moment that Bulma's gaze was no longer veiled, had again taken on the clear, almost indelible expression, pulled his hand away from between her legs.
He had to think of something else, something new.
The earth woman was more rebellious than ever. And that just at the moment when he had her almost where he wanted her to be. Trapped in their own desires, utterly helpless.
If only he had just kept his mouth shut and picked up where he started. Only a few minutes were missing. Maybe not even the ...
And now she glared at him angrily, hurling words at him that he actually didn't want to hear tonight. Well, maybe the words, but not the undertone of her voice.
Oh yes, he had to come up with something new. And quickly. Sure, he could just throw her out and get her another time, but tonight would have been perfect.Because after all she had come to him, not the other way around. After all, he also had to take care of his pride. And going into this woman's room was clearly below his level.
He wanted her tonight. Wanted to own her, her body and even her thoughts.
You should just revolve around him. As befits a prince ...