Chapter 5

A / N: A little longer part this time. Hope it arrives to some extent.

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It was nice to have complete control. A feeling of power flowed through Bulma and she felt stronger than she had for a long time. With each passing second, the almost desperate look in his dark eyes intensified. Control ...

* But it's kind of boring, * she thought. * The certain kick is missing. The resistance. He can't even defend himself properly ... *

So Bulma pulled away from Vegeta, licked his lower lip one last time - which was remarkably soft - and sat up with a sigh. What a shame, now he had closed his eyes. Somehow they had done it to her.

"Hey, come on, Kisama," Bulma whispered almost gently. "Don't be freaked out right away. I know exactly that you wanted it too. You actually provoked it ... with your challenging looks ...", she giggled.

Slowly Vegeta's fingers tightened around a sheet and he gritted his teeth. Still, he wasn't doing her a favor by looking at her now. He knew himself that his body hadn't behaved exactly one hundred percent the way it should have done. It was just lucky that he hadn't been completely aroused.

"F *** you!" He said through clenched teeth. It was self-protection, even if he was only doing it out of his subconscious. “You can't read me!” His gaze was fixed on the high ceiling, he hadn't even noticed the mirror attached there before, but now ... He couldn't help but notice that they were both seen from this point of view, produced an extremely stimulating picture.

He lay, apparently relaxed, stretched out on the sensual bed, his combat suit half torn. His eyesight had not yet fully returned, so that he could not see anything more precise.

She sat next to him, in her provocative elevator - could she have torn his clothes like that during a passionate encounter that seemed to be interrupted by something?

Vegeta waited for the blow.

But that didn't come.

His vision cleared and he saw through the mirror that the witch was looking at him calmly and not making the slightest move to attack him. Not showing his confusion, he turned his head and met the little sadist's sea-green eyes.

"Nice try, Kisama, but you have to think of something better." Bulma leaned closer to Vegeta again. "You don't really think that I will damage you", she emphasized the word "you" by running her right index finger up his cheek again, "again? I won't let myself be provoked that easily."

But when her finger tried to trace the way back to his chin, he was stopped again. Despite her words, there was a brief flash of danger in her eyes when Vegeta gripped her finger again and prevented him from moving on.

"Saiyan physiology," Bulma said thoughtfully and promptly had his finger in her fist."It's really amazing how quickly this species heals. Nonetheless, one would think you would have understood it the first time. Rumor has it that Saiyajin are so smart ... Maybe you are the exception ... which again confirms the rule would ... ", she continued thoughtfully, before she found herself again. "You have a pretty finger there," she thought aloud and examined the member more closely. It felt unusually soft, probably because he always wore gloves when he fought or trained - at least that is what Freezer always meant. So Vegeta was a little vain? How interesting. "Mind if I try something?" She wanted to know with a one-sided grin.

The Saiyan felt the uncomfortable tingling sensation running through his body, as if all of his muscles had fallen asleep and were only just waking up. Just a few more seconds and he could push this madwoman away. At least for a few ... seconds.Was she completely crazy now? A female cannibal in the form of an insane witch? Heavens, where had he gotten into?

Vegeta's eyes widened as Bulma's lips closed his finger in a suggestive gesture and gently gnawed her teeth at the tip. Okay, that was unexpected, and usually Vegeta wasn't one to be caught off-guard that easily.

After a few moments she withdrew again, breathed on Vegeta's now damp fingers for a moment, and then got up. "That's called a foretaste."

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Now there was complete silence, he was alone. A single room, probably the preferred treatment for the "new".

Vegeta tried to relax as best she could. He had no idea if there were surveillance units in the room and he had no need to publicize his discomfort. Nobody had managed to read the Saiyan no Ouji's mind until now, and it would stay that way.

His face had been a rigid mask for hours, Vegeta played through countless possible scenarios, taking into account YOUR strength, his speed and also some variables such as the possibility that she could suppress ki, but that didn't get him any further, there was too much in the dark.

Even if Vegeta was notorious far and wide for his mostly hasty temper, that didn't mean that he approached certain death with open arms. Only Kakarott thought he was that stupid once ...

The lights were dimmed and allowed Vegeta to look around a little. After his short rest, he had recovered enough and slowly sat up. The room he was in now was somehow a mixture of the first and the last one he had been in. It was a little smaller, the walls were a bluish pastel shade and also the sheets on the bed, which was as big as the one in which this witch seemed to be sleeping, were in a blue, royal blue.

Vegeta wrinkled her nose, maybe she saw after all that he was something better and had to be treated like the prince he was. Princess or not, she obviously had absolutely no manners. Not manners, but she had other advantages ...

Vegeta consistently shook off the thought and tried to get to the door on slightly shaky legs. As expected it was completed. But he wouldn't be the Saiyan prince if he let a simple door hold him back, would he? He shook the knob resolutely, but nothing moved. The first drops of sweat formed on Vegeta's forehead and the thought flickered briefly that he might be hurt a little more than he had thought, but he quickly shook it off. When, after several minutes of trying, the door refused to give way, Vegeta felt compelled to do it himself, mainly because he could barely stand on his feet.He barely made it to the bed, where he collapsed, exhausted.

Panting and with arms and legs outstretched, he lay on his back and stared at the ceiling, which this time had no mirror.

After several minutes his pulse had calmed down again and Vegeta began to suspect that something was wrong with the room. How exhausting could it be to stand and shake a door?

The Saiyan's thoughts were abruptly interrupted when the door was opened without any apparent effort on the part of the person on the other side (they must have a key).

"How are you now, Kisama?", Bulma asked smiling as she turned her back on him to lock the door again. "I hope you used the time to recover somewhat and didn't waste it trying to get out of here."

Vegeta just growled - did she really have video cameras installed somewhere? - and struggled out of bed.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," warned Bulma, "unless you want to lose your strength again. In case you haven't noticed: There is increased gravity in this particular room, except on the bed. Restricted freedom of movement, yes, but there's enough space, isn't it? "

At these words a cold shiver ran down Vegeta's spine. Before he could have fooled himself, but now everything seemed crystal clear. "What am I supposed to do big on this bed?"

An amused smile twitched Bulma's lips. "Oh, don't play the innocent blushing virgin, little prince. You know as well as I what to do on this bed ... and with whom. Or do you want me to enlighten you? All right", she added when the other person said nothing, and she took a step towards him. "You're a man ... I'm a woman ... you can guess the rest, huh?" With each pause for breath she had taken a step closer to the bed and now she was only two meters away from it.Her adrenaline and hormone levels rose to unprecedented heights.

"You can't be serious," Vegeta replied through gritted teeth.

Bulma deliberately ignored you, she would work on that later. At that moment she was enjoying the Saiyan's complexion far too much, which was even paler than usual. Had that already bothered him so much? Delicious. “You have no idea how serious I am, Kisama.” Bulma silently counted to three before she continued. "Take off your clothes."

"NEVER!"

"Good," Bulma said smiling as if the answer was exactly what she wanted to hear.

That in turn made the vein on Vegeta's forehead pulsate menacingly. What did the witch take to pretend to foresee his actions? "I guess you don't quite understand the meaning of the word, do you?"

"Yes, yes, little prince," assured the purple-haired woman. "But the way it is, it's so much more fun, at least for me, you see?That's why I didn't carry out my plan before. It's boring if you didn't even fight back half-heartedly. Where's the fun in that? Do you understand what I'm getting at? Without resistance, I could have anyone ... no, wait ... I can have anyone anyway ... But I want you ... today, "she added like a thought." I guess you will anyway not bring, but you will be useful for a little basic entertainment, right? What do you mean, how about the two of us? "she asked, as if he had any choice at all.

"Why me of all people?" Vegeta asked unusually calmly.

“How?” Bulma cocked her head and considered his question. “Why you?” Then she smiled again, her sea green eyes flashing. "I think you are making a mistake. You seem to think you are special ... No, dear. You are just one of many. Hm ... Polygamy is probably not the right