name.I have a hobby, you know, "she continued conversationally, as if two neighbors were talking about gardening." I am passionate about collecting. And my collection is already considerable. But it's not really about the size, "she raised her eyebrows to draw attention to the ambiguity," but about the quality. I keep adding copies, sorting out old ones, so it goes on and on ... "

"A HAREM?", Vegeta snorted contemptuously and amazed at the same time, although he had already thought of something like that. "You have a harem and you want ME ..."

"You overestimate your worth a little, little prince," Bulma interrupted. "I don't intend to include you in the collection. One time will be enough, because from the visual point of view I can determine that you will not get the quality you need ... As I said, quality over quantity."

"WHAT ?!", Vegeta snapped.How dare this fury insult him so badly? He jumped up from the bed and immediately felt the higher pull of gravity - why hadn't he noticed it before? - and grabbed Bulma by the upper arms. "Please be careful HOW you talk to me, you ..."

The princess smiled down at the seething Saiyajin with one corner of her mouth drawn up. His grip was hard, but it didn't hurt her in the least. "Should I take my shoes off? They really have quite a heel, and then we would be about the same height ..." she teased on.

That finished Vegeta.

"Although I'll always be a little taller than you, LITTLE Prince."

Okay, THAT definitely gave Vegeta the rest and he dug his fingers into Bulma's upper arms until he could think of a counterattack. In addition, it was becoming more difficult for him to stand upright from second to second, so the support came at just the right time.

"That's enough now," said Bulma and took Vegeta's fingers to loosen one by one from her arms. Not exactly carefully, she pushed him backwards onto the bed and followed him. With one hand she held him in the mattress with pressure on his chest and with the other she caressed his cheek. Although she had spoken of its poor quality, she found it somehow extremely attractive, but she didn't even know what exactly turned her on. He was short, quite pale and not only was his hairstyle extremely spiky. Bulma was so lost in her fantasies that she didn't really notice how Vegeta was clutching her hands in his and wanted to prevent her from advancing further.

She swung elegantly over Vegeta's hips and hindered him from moving even more, of course it would have been easier on the ground, thanks to the high gravity, but then she could have taken him before. She wanted him to fight back, and he did fight back, she wanted him ...
Bulma held his hands effortlessly with one hand above his head, his wild movements under her didn't seem to have the desired effect, but she was only mildly interested. Fascinated, she ran the fingers of her other hand through his unruly hair, traced his eyebrows, which, as always, were drawn together in anger, and caught on his right cheekbone.

And then she looked into his black eyes. Deep and unfathomable, time seemed to stand still, like a black hole from which there was no more escape. She almost loosened her grip on his wrists, but only almost. She was still staring into the dark soul of her newest victim.

As if she had suddenly burned herself, she withdrew her hand from his cheek, energetically wiping her kimono sleeve over her lips until they shone in their natural rosy color.

"Afraid of smudging your precious lipstick?"Vegeta asked mockingly, although he didn't feel like joking. He would have preferred to know what it was that the witch had found in his eyes that had made her flinch so suddenly. But she would hardly answer him.

"No, Shôfu, I just don't want to waste it on you."

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Unnaturally loud, Vegeta heard the water patter. He had it set to the highest possible level, but he wasn't really worried about any burn blisters. He would like to etch away the first three layers of skin, and all the memories right afterwards.

The brush was coarse and bristly, and that was just what the Saiyajin wanted, in angry, angular movements he rubbed his arms, his upper body, his legs ... But it didn't go away.

Vegeta stood directly in the hard jet of the shower and let the water wash away everything. The foam, the scraped scraps of skin, the last remnant of dignity that he had retained.The entire surface of his skin was red and sore, both from the hot water and the rough brush, but that didn't matter.

Vegeta turned the tap and the next moment ice-cold water shot out of the nozzle. The shock of the sudden change in temperature was just the thing to paralyze his thoughts, at least for a short time. He stood in the beam, legs apart, with palms leaning against the tiles, until the trembling was unbearable and his limbs felt stiff from the cold.

With an unsteady hand he pushed the shower screen aside and stepped dripping on the bath mat. An obviously laid out towel served him to dry off, and next to it he also found fresh clothes, consisting of black boxer shorts, gray sweatpants and a green tank top.

After getting dressed, he discovered a door that led out of this bathroom.

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The food was acceptable, okay admittedly, it was more than that, it was good, yes damn it, excellent!Did he pass the test or was it the hangman's meal?

The hashi rattled very little in his fingers as Vegeta gulped down the last bites of the tempura. The food was just ... NOT IMPORTANT! Yes, it was, just unimportant, but what else was he supposed to be doing? After all, he had to eat something and it was a good idea to think about it, right? After all, food was important to regain his strength, so that he ... The hashi fell noisily onto the low table on which the meal had been specially prepared for him. If that was the point, maybe he shouldn't regain his strength after all, shouldn't he?

Alone again, another room again.

Was it really lucky that he AFTER passed out?

* Maybe the food is poisoned *, he thought slightly cynically, and it surprised him that he somehow wanted it too. Then his problems would be solved, he would be dead, he would have an honorable death, well, more honorable than suicide, above all he would be rid of HER ... and with her this feeling.

Used and filed, empty and hollow, angry and ...

No, the food wasn't poisoned.

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Bulma stared completely emotionless in the mirror for a long time. Could she even see herself or did she just look through? After seemingly endless minutes, the princess finally got moving again as she raised her arms and pulled the numerous needles from her hair that had kept her hairstyle in shape. Soft, silky waves covered half of her back. Bulma ran her fingers through a strand and then suddenly grabbed a pair of nail scissors.

-Snipp-

And already she held a long lock of hair in her hand. More followed and soon there were little piles of purple hair around her chair. With a faint clang, the scissors fell to the floor, half bedded on a hair nest.

Bulma's face remained expressionless as she looked at her new length of hair in the mirror, now it didn't even reach her shoulders.As an experiment, she ran her fingers through it, bobbed her head back and forth, and found that this hairstyle was much more practical, not so difficult to maintain, but still just as attractive ...

Bulma bowed her head and her lips twitched when she saw the impressions the scissors had left on her soft skin. * It's okay *, the voice in her head tried to calm her down.

"No," Bulma protested loudly as she collapsed at her dressing table and a fit of tears stole her breath. "Nothing is good ..."

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Shôfu - whore