So, there I am again ^^ I'm trying to continue writing as soon as possible, but I don't have time every day. So sorry if it could take a little longer. I try my best ;))

Bulma couldn't believe what he was doing.
She had never seen Vegeta spread anything other than violence and terror and now he literally showered her with tenderness. It was a mystery to her. He was a mystery to her!
He didn't want to hear anything from her last night, had completely blocked her advances. No, she didn't understand what he was doing with the best will in the world.
Except for the whole thing, it was in a certain way intoxicating for the young woman what he was doing with her. The danger that was in his deeds, ready to break out and let the devastation run wild.
The Saiyan was unpredictable. But was that the reason why she enjoyed it a lot more?That it was completely unfamiliar and still beautiful?
Oh how long it was now since a man had done this to her! Yamcha had been her last friend, but she couldn't remember the last time he had shown such tenderness. But she didn't even know Vegeta like that! He had always been the bully, the idiot who only had his training on his mind. And now that? Confusing ...

Her eyes were already closing when Vegeta's hand got caught in her hair again, sliding it again like silk through his fingers and only to embrace it again at the same moment. It almost seemed as if he wanted to encompass the entire volume, to take possession of the entire beauty of sensual splendor.
He looked around briefly.
How embarrassing it would have been someone would see her now. After all, nobody would have expected this from him, probably not even himself.
Nobody was in sight ... Good for him.
Bulma didn't seem to care.She had closed her eyes a long time ago, no longer paying any attention to her surroundings or to uninvited guests who might appear. Yes, it really seemed completely the same to her.
But Vegeta was confused. With the best will in the world, he would not have believed that he could have wrapped it around his finger so quickly. She was still the bitch who kept giving back and saying nothing. And especially not from him.
He didn't let his thoughts show in the slightest, just continued to caress her neck with the narrow curve of his lips before a gentle smile flickered over the distinctive facial features when he heard what kind of sounds she was uttering.

"Vegeta, stop ..." A low whimper reached the prince's ear. Whimpering, mixed with longing sighs, which completely took the wind out of the sails of the contradiction of their words.
Bulma didn't know what to do next; rather, she didn't know anything anymore.She was no longer able to think clearly, not a spark of reason still lay in the bright mirrors of the young woman's soul when she slowly opened them and saw only his profile and the thick black head of hair. Her hands came to his shoulders, descended on his chest, and stood there, trembling.
Vegeta, who had noticed all this and had only smiled at her little attempt to stop him, gave a start in amusement. She even took part! What a success. He loved success like nothing else and the triumph over this earth woman was more than he had hoped for.
And how much he was amused by Bulma's shocked look as his lips ran up her neck one more time, down her cheek!
Ah, the desperate whimper was like music to his ears! A song of indescribable beauty and yet grotesque because of her suffering. When his lips finally touched the corner of her mouth, she visibly winced and pressed herself against the Saiyajin's body.Finally, finally he had her where he wanted her! He had waited for this point of her submission, longed for it and only to give her the last, what he called the "coup de grace".

"You know Bulma, I think I was wrong about you ..." Bulma opened her eyes, startled.
He had just called her by her name for the first time. He had never done this before, had called her earth woman over and over again or had come up with other, not exactly more pleasant terms for her.
She looked at him cautiously, observed the darkness in his eyes, which looked so much like the night.
And besides, wasn't there a certain gentleness in his voice when he was speaking? She sounded unusual, she had to admit that, but by no means uncomfortable. And so there was only the question in their own eyes, a question that finally longed to be answered.
She didn't have to wait long before he spoke again."Yes, I really think that I judged you very differently than you really are, Bulma." She almost didn't believe what he was saying.
Had he judged her differently? Maybe he liked her? Difficult to imagine, yet a vague glimmer of hope.
Bulma's face lit up at the same moment as she heard his voice, had deciphered its meaning. What would he say next? Oh yes, she was curious ... And not too close!
With a quick look she saw that her hands were still on his chest. She decided to just leave them where they were and finally looked at him expectantly.
The smile that was just on Vegeta's lips was gone. Gone for a grin that couldn't have been nastier or sneakier. And quickly, so quickly, all of Bulma's hopes were gone. "I was wrong about you.You are not only clumsy and stupid, but also easy to get around ". All of this was breathed into her ear, gently and with an irony that only looked like Vegeta. Laughing loudly, he broke away from her, grabbed his head and shook him amused.
It wouldn't have mattered if Bulma said something else, let her anger run wild because Vegeta wouldn't have heard it anymore. He was already gone, vanished into the darkness of the narrow corridors of the CC, always accompanied by his laughter, which could not have been disgusting or hateful. He left behind a Bulma who no longer understood the world, who was so paralyzed that not even her anger managed to get the upper hand