Lower Instinct - beginning of vegebul (+ gochi, tienlaunch)

Don't need your help (vegebul)

Vegeta finally woke up with a jerk, the respirator falling off his face and he stared into space. It took him a moment to get his bearings and then he realized he was lying in a bed. He was covered up to his shoulders, his torso and head were bandaged, and plasters were stuck to his face. He let the air out quietly and laid his head back on the pillow.
And the next moment he noticed something next to him. He glanced to the right out of the corner of his eye, then finally turned his head and realized that Bulma was sitting at the table next to his bed! Leaning forward, her head resting on her crossed arms. It seemed as if she had fallen asleep there. But why?
//What is she doing here?//, he wondered.
Then his eyes fell on the bowl that was standing next to her head. A damp rag hung over the edge. Did she take care of his wounds?
He couldn't help but focus his gaze back on her face. Over her shoulder he could only see her closed eyes. He couldn't deny that it felt kind of good that she was there... But the mere thought infuriated him instantly and he quickly pushed it away. He couldn't and didn't want to allow himself any distractions. It's bad enough that he now had to lie around in this bed idly!
When he tried to get up, this attempt was immediately punished with sharp pains. "Ngh..." He narrowed his eyes and showed his teeth.
Then Bulma blinked her eyes open and looked at him tiredly. And when she realized what he was about to do, she was instantly wide awake and raised her head.
"What's that supposed to be?" she wanted to know. "You can't get up yet!"
"I can do... what I--"
There wasn't much space between Bulma's chair and his bed, so she moved towards him and sat down on the edge of the bed. There she firmly pushes him back onto the bed with both hands. Only very reluctantly Vegeta accepted that act from her.
"It's only been a day since your accident, you stubborn!", she rebuked him and studied his face.
And then she raised a hand and simply stroked his forehead, which immediately made Vegeta blush and angrily jerked away from her. But Bulma wasn't deterred at all.
"But you look a lot better than yesterday," she had to admit. "Wow, you Saiyan must have amazing wound healing powers."
"Tch..." Vegeta turned his head away and looked up at the ceiling.
Then Bulma's eyes became serious again. "But that doesn't mean you're fit again! You have to lie here for a while. Get used to it."
He was still staring grimly at the ceiling. Meanwhile, Bulma got up again. With her feet she pulled her slippers out from under the desk and slipped them on.
"Well. What would you like to eat?" she then asked him kindly.
Vegeta didn't react.
"Don't be so peevy now," she said, raising her finger. "You must be starving!"

And while she kept trying to get Vegeta to talk, Yamcha stood in the hallway right next to the door and listened. Then he raised his clenched fist and looked down at it gravely.
//I'll have to try a lot harder... or I'll lose her,// he thought. //I'll ​​lose her to that Vegeta!//

But no matter how hard Yamcha tried and invited Bulma to dinner and gave her small gifts - she still took care of Vegeta in the following days. Whether he wanted or not...
"Here you go!", she said and put his dinner on the table.
Then she turned to him and eyed him with tilted head because he was trying in vain to tighten the loosened bandage on his hand. Unable to tie a knot with one hand, he helped with his teeth and seemed anything but patient. Bulma couldn't watch any longer.
"Come on, let me help you," she offered, already walking towards the bed.
"I don't need your help!" he groused immediately. The end of the gauze bandage fluttered out of his mouth and the bandage loosened again. "Hrgh, shit!"
But she didn't pay any attention to his angry protests, but simply sat down next to him on the edge of the bed and took his hand. Vegeta flinched and glared at her as she began unwrapping the bandage from his hand. With a concentrated look, she then put it on properly again.
His disapproving gaze was still resting on her face. And since neither of them said a word, there was an almost peaceful mood between them for a moment. A mood that almost felt good.
Just as the way she touched his hand. Vegeta could feel the warmth of her fingers through the bandage. Her hands were so slender and soft, not as rough as his. She had a much lighter complexion than he did, which was all more noticeable now in a direct comparison of their hands...
Then his eyebrows started twitching aggressively, because he didn't want to indulge in such sissy thoughts! He preferred to avert his gaze from her and looked at the window. At the same moment, Bulma caught a sneak peek at his face. She studied the pair of black eyes as they looked away grimly. She also recognized a slight hint of shame on his cheeks and was apparently so surprised that she now stared at him a little incessantly. Even though she was done, she still held his hand.
"Are you uncomfortable with that?" she just asked him straight out.
"What?" Vegeta looked at her again without moving his head.
The two of them were now sitting so close together, holding hands, so to speak. And when Vegeta realized that he immediately pulled his hand back gruffly.
"Well, I wanted to know if it's too tight," Bulma said, pointing to his bandaged hand.
She certainly hadn't related her question to that, but she just enjoyed embarrassing the Saiyan prince a bit.
He looked down at his hand with an angry look as always. He flexed his fingers, clenching and unclenching his fist. "Tch. No."
"Good. If you need anything else just let me know, okay?"
With that, Bulma got up from his bed again and turned around, tossing her curly hair over her shoulder in a cursory gesture. The sweet scent of her shampoo immediately drew Vegeta right into the sensitive Saiyan nose. He looked after her out of the corner of his eye, looked at her dainty wrist, which then disappeared behind her shoulder and examined her body, her walk...
He had to force himself to look away from her again and showed his teeth angrily. He would have liked to slap himself! But that probably wouldn't have ended well for the local interior... He really had to control himself not to freak out and was now staring angrily at his clenched fist.
//Damn that woman...!// he thought. //She and the old geezer... they're just supposed to rebuild the gravity room!//

But to his great chagrin, worse was to come. Because a few days later, Bulma came running elatedly into his room, holding a first-aid kit in one hand and a bowl full of warm water in the other.
"Time for the bandage change!" she announced and placed both on the table next to his bed.
Vegeta sat half upright in his bed, arms crossed over his chest. And hearing her words, he pulled a very dissatisfied grimace.
"Wha--? You're kidding me!"
But Bulma was already sorting the utensils and didn't even react to his incredulous expression of outrage. Then she turned to him, just sat down on the edge of the bed and, again without warning, grabbed his hand. Vegeta backed away angrily, but Bulma wasn't deterred at all and eyed his bandages with a scrutinizing look. Then she began to unwind the bandage on his upper right arm.
"How many times do I have to tell?" he snapped at her. "I do not need your help!"
But this only drew a sigh from Bulma. "Oh, not that again...", she replied unimpressed and since he resisted half-heartedly anyway, she could just go on with what she was doing. She looked at the exposed wound and cleaned it carefully before covering it with fresh gauze bandage.
Vegeta stared at her the whole time in his typically disapproving manner. With her indifferent reaction she somehow took the wind out of his nagging sails... In her treatment she was rather pragmatic and by no means squeamish with him.
"Bend forward!" she instructed him.
And since he didn't seem to dream of complying with her request, she simply grabbed his shoulder and pulled him forward. With her other hand she loosened the bandage on his chest.
Vegeta let out an angry sound, but Bulma sighed annoyed herself.
"Don't act like that. The more you fight back, the longer it takes me," she muttered with her eyes closed. "And Kami knows I have other things to do too!"
But she still came to him quite often, he thought...
She now began to unwind the bandage and inevitably came very close to him, as she had to put her arms around his upper body - which was equivalent to a hug, so to speak. Vegeta now sat bolt upright in his bed and got really stiff as she wrapped her hands around his chest. He had spread his arms to the sides after she had roughly pushed them up to give her better access to the bandage. He really didn't cooperate at all!
Because Bulma was so diligent about it, she didn't even pay attention to his face. This clearly showed how uncomfortable this closeness to her was for him. His pupils twitched nervously and, whether he wanted it to or not, a little blush spread across his cheeks. Of course, he had an angry expression on his face the whole time.
The two didn't speak a word to each other and when Bulma put on the new bandage, he only followed her movements with his eyes again. As she got so close to him again, he looked at her lush hair, her face, her eyes, her lips... And then suddenly those lips moved!
"So, Vegeta, huh?"
"What?" He immediately reacted grumpily because he didn't want to show that he had just watched her. Why had he done that again anyway?
Bulma just continued unperturbed, still not looking at him, "Your home planet, your father, you... your names are all Vegeta? How come?"
"Tch." He made a derogatory noise. "Mind your own business!"
Then Bulma pulled a slightly offended pout. "Sheesh. I'm just curious."
Finally, when she was finished with the largest bandages, she turned her attention to the plasters on his face. When she tried to pull the left one from his cheek with pointed fingers, she put on a concentrated expression again. Vegeta, however, refrained from watching her again. He looked at the window with a very dissatisfied look. But when she then said the following, his expression suddenly softened a little,
"I just want to get to know you a little better."
She leaned over to the first aid kit and he followed her movement again with his eyes. When she returned, he immediately averted his eyes. Again, he couldn't resist a derogatory sound, but in the end he answered her anyway.
"We conquered the planet and that's why it was named after my father."
Bulma looked at him. "Interesting," she said. "So you are not named after the planet, but the planet is named after you. I have to admit, that's kinda cool!"
Then, grinning, she put a new plaster on his cheek and smoothed the edges with her thumb. And she stroked his skin maybe once or twice too often. Her eyes rested in his at that moment. And as they sat so close and stared at each other, they both couldn't deny a strange feeling gripped them.
...
Suddenly Vegeta threw up his arm and slapped her hand away. "That's enough now!"
Bulma was so startled that she fell back and reflexively wanted to support herself with her hand. But she ended up exactly in his crotch! She had a good grip and Vegeta's face was instantly flushed with blood... but other regions were also well supplied with blood, as Bulma could feel under her hand.
She immediately let go of him and got up from the edge of the bed, embarrassed. With a bright red face, she raised her clenched fists and screamed,
"Y-You really don't make it easy for someone to help you!!"
"Did I ever ask you to?!" Vegeta snapped back promptly.
It was obvious that they both wanted to cover up this deeply embarrassing moment with anger. Bulma snorted bitterly, gathered up her stuff and then stomped out of the room. She slammed the door loudly behind her and Vegeta just looked after her angrily. He was still blushing with shame.
But not only him.

Arriving in the hallway, Bulma had to lean against the wall next to the door. She felt her heart pounding and a pleasant excitement flaring up inside her. She stared straight ahead, confused, embarrassed, and angry at the same time.
//Oh Kami,// she thought. //What... What was that...?//
But finally she shook her head slightly. She decided to forget this moment as soon as possible. Because it didn't mean anything at all and had just been incredibly embarrassing. Yes, just... incredibly...


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