Chapter Four: Dominance

 

Sighing slightly, Bulma padded over to her soft couch. Things between her and the Almighty Pain in the Ass had settled down some over the past few weeks. Since Vegita was hell bent on training, he was never around and as far as Bulma was concerned that was a good thing. The times they did see each other it was always, "bitch do this!" or "damnit, you weakling…" or "why can't you get it right?", "it can't be that hard!", "you lazy bitch!". Growling to herself the blue locked girl gritted her teeth. All she ever did was wash his stinking clothes, or cook his gigantic meals. Which were quite a frequent occurrence; five times to be exact. What kind of a pig ate that much? But then again, he looked just dandy. If he was wearing his training suit or only his boxers, it was clearly evident that he had the body of a god. Bulma silently slid onto the futon and pulled up her blanket.

She had long since finished scoping out the place she would be calling home for a year and she still hadn't found a room for herself. She didn't particularly care. The couch was massive and was the only piece of furniture in the midst of the lounge room; the area was quite large too. Her guess was that it served as a relaxation point, if the Saiyajin ever relaxed, and so far he had not. Probably the only downside to the room was that there was no entertainment whatsoever. After a few nights of sneaking around, she had found some books that had been left for the Prince to read. No doubt he wouldn't though. Obviously the King had wanted Vegita to know a little about his race's past. He had no interest in such things. She had passed the time by reading them. Not that she found the history to be particularly interesting, but she had been bored. 

One of the topics that had peaked her curiosity was the Saiyajin mating ritual. To her surprise it was kind of romantic in a way. Bulma, being the ever persistent genius, questioned the male dominance that factored largely in the ritual. She read about the male chasing the female. That sort of freaked her out, but then there was a further description of the details. The way she interpreted it was that the male was seemingly always stronger than the female he was seeking so he was supposed to track her down physically all the while performing the same thing mentally. She was surprised that such a barbaric race such as the saiyajin had the capability to go as deep as mind manipulation. She tapped her nose, wondering how the female must feel while they were being chased by a horny Saiyajin. She huffed, what would it be like to be chased by a horny Vegita? She shook her head; Vegita may have been fine to look at, but he was an ass at heart.

She'd have to ask Vegita about the ritual. Hopefully it would make an interesting conversation, if he was even capable of having a decent one with another being. An argument was better than nothing. It wasn't that she had a constant fear of him or anything; she just didn't find his temper all that great. And he had enough power to back it up. That was what scared her. The young slave yawned gently fanning her mouth. She needed to get some sleep. Clutching the blanket, she rolled over and drifted into the land of dreams.

Right punch. Left kick. Uppercut. Backhand. Left punch. Left kick. Right punch. Roundhouse. On and on it went. The Saiyajin Prince was in a battle with every shadow that hung from its origin. He paused for a thoughtful moment and looked up. It was getting darker by the minute. Wait a second!?

"Why the hell is it getting dark? This is a temple for god's sake!" What was the point of having the training room get dark? The saiyajin prince angrily lurched himself towards the ground proceeding to shadow box at an impossible speed.

It was simple really; all he had to do was become the Legendary, was that so hard? Growling, he disappeared into a flurry of self-inflicted blasts leaving him panting and slightly burned. His breathing became heavier as he slowly descended to the floor. Perhaps the problem was that he was thinking about it to much. If so, he needed to stop and rest for a while. Yes, then tomorrow he could resume his training at a higher level! Smirking, Vegita began his walk back to the main rooms, all the while thinking of new tests for himself to be able to increase his speed, and his strength, and his control... 

Passing through the main living room he spotted the blue haired nuisance he had been living with for three weeks sleeping peacefully on the sofa.

"Of all the people, I had to get stuck with her for a year... loud mouthed, lazy, good-for-nothing..." A thought interrupted his insults and caused a sly eye to drift towards the sleeping woman on the couch. He had to control the urge to let a childish cackle seep through his smirking lips. His idea was masked with a deep yawn that seemed to rack his whole body. Sleep was a good thing; he'd sleep for a few hours and then train harder than ever before.

* * * * * 4:17am * * * * *

It didn't take him long to properly awake. Actually, he had been wide awake for a good five minutes now. A small smirk graced his lips as he realized he had something to look forward to this morning. If he couldn't kill anyone, why not have some fun? He used to cause all sorts of chaos and mischief in the palace when he had been a brat. It was his father's harsh discipline that had turned him into a statue... destined to rule the all powerful Saiyajin Empire of Vegitasei. But, he smirked, his father wasn't here now, so there was nothing holding him back from playing his stupid childish games. Maybe that was what the Saiya Temple was for... getting all the childish kinks out before ascending to the right of King? Hmm, maybe?

He slipped out of his bed allowing his navy blue boxers to unwrinkle as he strutted out the door of his suite. He crept silently; padding his bare feet against the stone cold marble. His olive toned feet set off the pearly white marble floors causing him to radiate a healthy dark color. Vegita couldn't help but let a giddy exhilarating feeling wash over him. He felt younger, freer, and he welcomed the strange feeling without hesitation, not caring what it meant about him. No one would know. Within seconds he’d reached his destination.

He casually walked over to her sleeping form, and peered over the couch's head. There she was. He cocked a brow. What kind of weak species was she anyway? She may have been weak, but she was also stunningly beautiful. Could beauty outweigh strength?

"Hm." A half grin/half smirk donned his tan face. Turning on his heel, the saiyajin prince crossed his arms in a typical royal fashion. His mouth opened slightly drawing in a deep breath and without hesitation released it.

"WAKE UP YOU LAZY BITCH! I WANT MY BREAKFAST! NOW!" Vegita watched as the
blue-haired slave jolted awake; lurching violently off the bed and gasping as she landed with a hard thud on the cold floor.

The sleepy Bulma mumbled a few sounds, still trying to wake up and gain control of her confused senses. Something about breakfast? Breakfast? She took a deep breath letting it all register.

"BREAKFAST?!" She roared, jumping to her feet and balling both feminine fists, waving one at him. Vegita casually turned to look at her. She may not have had any strength, but she definitely had courage. His brow wrinkled in an effort not to smirk.

"Well?" He asked calmly.

"Well what?!" She fired back.

"I'm hungry," he stated. She rolled her eyes. Honestly... how pathetic. "go cook my breakfast before I break your neck." This time stated with more fervency. She gulped her jitters down quickly. Stand up for yourself, she said in her mind. Crossing her arms she turned away from him with her nose upturned.

"Hmph. Only if you let me get dressed perv." Vegita's eyes grew wide. He hadn’t even thought about it, unconsciously his eyes roamed her petite figure.

"Perv? Nani?!" His voice was astonished. She stood her ground.

"You heard me... now go." She grabbed one of the many folders from the table and shooed him away. Vegita stood stunned and in utter disbelief of her actions. His jaw hung slightly down. She turned the whole thing around and made it look like she was bossing him! That... that... BITCH! Clenching his fists in frustration, the almighty saiyajin prince wheeled around to leave. He was extremely pissed.

Bulma lifted one of her eye lids and looked in Vegita’s direction before laughing out loud triumphantly. Heh, that was actually fun, she thought. And she had won! Yeah, girl power! Bulma couldn’t help but smile smugly to herself. She eeped as she realized something. If he was as hungry as he seemed to be AND he was pissed off, he would probably fulfill his threat of snapping her neck if she didn't make him food. A shudder ran through her as she jerked off her tank top and boxers. She wrinkled her nose... saiyajin boxers... HIS boxers. Well, the tank top was hers but since she hadn't really planned on staying for a year she didn't have any pajamas. When the tailed prince had seen her in them he had been disgusted that she was wearing his underwear. Fortunately it only took him a few days to get used to it. She tugged on her slave top followed by a pair of lab overalls. At least she was comfy.

"I better get to the kitchen... " And off she went.

* * * * 2:28 pm * * * * *

A royally pissed Vegita stood in the middle of the marbled training arena scowling. That bitch had turned his fun around to bite him in the ass. He growled and raised a clenched fist. To make it all worse she had acted like his damn mother during breakfast. Insulting him and saying that he was supposed to be a prince not a pig. Maybe he should just vaporize her. No, he'd be weak in doing so. His frown receded a bit. She was a weak creature… physically. However, his black eyes drifted toward the living platform way in the horizon, she was extremely intelligent for a slave... not to mention an exceptional beauty.  He could not deny that. Bardock had moved her from the tech slave division up to the science division and had even gone as far as putting her on his personal team. As far as he knew there were no other slaves on Bardock’s personal science team. His father had mentioned her name a few times during development operations. He would always make sure she was the one responsible for the blue-printing and organization of construction. She had been the one to invent and produce the increased gravity rooms that he used for training.

She outsmarted him with her mind… that’s how he had to do it. He had to find a way to make her clever little tricks backfire. It would be a waste of intelligence otherwise. His tightly wound nerves began to calm. He wanted her to see how it felt to be humiliated… he would show her. He felt a slight pang in his stomach followed by the notorious rumble of hunger. Ah well, timing was on his side today. He began his return; grateful of the rest he would receive from the area of endless space. He smirked as he spiraled towards the compound.

Bulma stood in front of the amazingly white wash basin. Mumbling about doing HIS washing again she lifted up a blue spandex suit. Her small nose was quick to curl.

"Jeez this thing stinks! What does he do out there?" She complained aloud. Bulma quickly stuffed it into the wash bin to rid it of that foul stench. She turned around to continue folding clothes, or actually an endless amount of training suits. He had once said that he used one a day. Did he have one a day for every day of the year?

"At least I don’t have to iron them. Grrr! I’m so sick of the amount of cooking I have to do… and dishes. Why would I do the ironing as well? Ha, what a joke!" Bulma held up one suit and stretched it out, the image of Vegita’s powerful body filling it.

"He’s extremely well-built." She mused aloud. "Very well sculpted indeed, not bad for a Prince."

Vegita was walking through the corridors and was about to turn into the wash room when he heard her talking… about him. He paused outside the door, leaning up against the wall with his arms crossed and a faint smirk on his face. He’d let her ramble on a bit more. This was most amusing.

Bulma glanced down at her lab trousers and then back up to the suit.

"Hmm. If he looks so good in them then I bet I’d look even better."

Vegita nearly laughed out loud. Is that so? He thought. Prove it.

She took a look around, scanning for the only other occupant. Surely he wouldn’t’ be around for a while. Her hand reached up to unclasp the fasteners on her overalls and was stripping the rest of her garments within seconds.

Vegita wondered what was happening. She wasn’t talking anymore. What was she doing? Curious, he peeked inside the room. His eyes couldn’t believe what they were seeing! She’s actually doing it. He choked in his mind. He felt his stomach tighten as he saw her half-naked form. His dark brows drew down into their notorious point. How peculiar this woman was. He couldn’t even begin to figure out her actions. All he knew for sure was that she was a daring little minx.

Bulma jumped up, allowing her sleek legs to slide into the fabric. The material was a strange one. It molded to every slope on her body while not feeling extremely tight or uncomfortable in any way. It was actually very relaxing.

"This feels so nice." She giggled freely as she pranced around. She laughed loudly as she did a cartwheel, reveling in the freedom of her movement.

"There’s no question about it," She declared to herself. "I look much better in this than he could ever look!" She laughed again.

Vegita huffed at her mocking him. He’d show her. And then with a smirk, he disappeared off into the distance so that he was a ways away from the wash room. He grinned... this would be fun.

"WOMAN?!! WOMAN, I’M HUNGRY!!!!!!!! IS THE FOOD READY YET?!!!" His booming voice echoed through the endless corridors.

Bulma’s head turned at his call and she paled.

"Oh no!" She trembled. "I’m screwed!"

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***** I apologize for the long delay in getting this chapter out. The co-author and I didn’t keep in good touch so I just dished out this chapter. Thanks to Lisa Starr I was able to make it decent.

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