Bulma looked up in surprise.
Did she hear right? Was Vegeta here, had he spoken to her? Oh yes, there he was. Arrogant as ever, incorrigible, arrogant and yet in a certain way attractive that she quickly looked back on the pile in front of her.
Oh no, she didn't want to give him the pleasure of stuttering, of showing the embarrassment she felt in public. She'd rather die.
But she couldn't just let this sit on her, at least she had to say something to him. And so it was her twisted expression that turned to Vegeta, showing him that Bulma didn't find his words exactly "nice". "Awkward, yes? Better pay attention to what you say! Who is devastating the Capsule Corp. every day? Hold back Vegeta, I'm getting fed up with your eternal teasing. Got it?" She turned around furiously, still looked at once the broken glass at her feet as she stroked her hair, grumbling softly."Because you're not that great that you could allow yourself the sayings ..."
Did she really say that? Had she really been stupid enough to throw that in his face, insult him? Oh, she wanted to close her eyes and wait what he, Vegeta, this proud warrior would do.
Eternities seemed to pass, terribly long seconds until Bulma dared to look up again, to look into Vegeta's cool, warm eyes. But she really didn't have time to reflect, maybe even to apologize. Firm fingers closed around her neck, grabbed, but gagged, luckily they didn't.
As if in her mind, Bulma saw herself pressed against the wall of the kitchen, closer than ever to the body of the Saiya-jin. Even though he didn't choke her, she did her real violence, she gasped, so she was lifted into the air with full force and pressed against the wall.But not a word left her lips, she was too angry and stubborn with Vegeta and her whole situation that she hadn't dreamed of asking him to let her down. There was a bitter angry look on the prince, never taking his eyes off him for a moment.
But the surprise was great when he suddenly leaned forward, gave a slight grin and came closer to Bulma than ever in her entire life.
Soft lips brushed past the skin of her ear, almost touching it, but it was only a soft laugh that the young woman heard, closely followed by soft words, the sound of which alone would have been enough to send an ice-cold yet pleasant shiver down her spine. "What did you just say ...? Repeat it for me again, so that I can be sure why I pressed you against the wall. But tell me ... Are you scared?"

Oh, how much he loved these games!What pleasure the fear and helplessness of Bulma gave him. soft laughter, gentle, almost lovingly breathed into her ear. Loving and yet with such evil ulterior motives that he could almost feel Bulma stiffen.
“Are you scared?” He repeated again, eager to hear the answer and the hopefully shaky sound of her voice.
He wondered why this did not happen, why nothing came from her, no sound and no noise. Not even a word left the very handsome lips of this human woman. He was just about to start again, to speak cold and amused words at the same time, when his eyes widened, his eyelids widened and loud gasps left his lungs