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

Shame (vegebul) ~adult

Instead of fixing Goku's junk car, Bulma simply gave him a new one. She was helpful as always, but if she was honest, also a little stressed that she now had to help him as well. Because the presentation for the combat simulator, which also wanted to be maintained in addition to the gravitational room, did not prepare itself.
To make matters worse, Goku had asked about Yamcha of all people and so - after putting him off with a half-baked excuse - reminded Bulma of their breakup scenario. And in order to get her mind off things quickly, she immediately threw herself back into her work after Goku had left.

By now she was so overworked that she forgot even basic needs like eating or sleeping... or even blinking. Tiredly she rubbed her dry eyes as she sat in front of her PC until late at night. And when she finally was about to call it a day, something else occurred to her.
"Ah, Dad should send me the blueprint data today!"
But when she found an empty mailbox, she grumbled to herself in annoyance.
"Hmph... But I want to get this done today!"
She looked at the clock and realized it was past midnight. Her parents were probably already gone to bed, so she decided to go to her father's office and get the data she needed herself. To do this, she once had to walk across the whooole house. And the Briefs' house really was absurdly huge...
Arriving at Dr. Brief's office, Bulma immediately sat down at his PC and started looking for the data. When she accidentally got lost in the apparently wrong file, she recoiled from the desk, screaming.
"DAD, YOU DAMN PERVERT!"
With an angry and disgusted expression she closed the file as quickly as possible and luckily found what she was looking for shortly afterwards. She quickly packed her data and then left her father's office again. Although the shock had shaken her awake at first, she was now caught up again by tiredness as she walked through the expansive corridors. It was already quite late.
//Must... get the project done...// she thought wearily, rubbing an eye while yawning.
But after walking a few more meters, she came to the conclusion, //Oh, I can't manage a reasonable sentence today anyway... So off to the shower and then to bed.//
She had reached the bathroom and already put her hand on the doorknob.
And if she had been half as tired, she would surely have noticed that this bathroom was already occupied. However, she was busy with another long yawn as she opened the door and just at that moment the door of the shower cabin opened - and of course none other than Vegeta stepped out.
Bulma stopped dead in her tracks and immediately got a similar red head as before on her father's PC. But this time she wasn't confronted with a naked woman... Her eyes widened despite her tiredness, and she couldn't help but scrutinize Vegeta very closely.
He was no less surprised by her sight, immediately ripped the white towel off the hook and held it in front of his privates. Bulma blinked in irritation and then looked up at his face. In his really very angry, embarrassed looking face.
However, he wasn't the first to grumble indignantly.
"What are you doing in here?!" Bulma demanded, still standing in the doorway, gripping the doorknob tightly in her hand.
"What?!" He jerked back angrily. "This is my bathroom! You said so yourself!"
Then Bulma suddenly rang that she must have simply made a mistake in the door. But instead of admitting this, she preferred to keep her sulky expression.
Vegeta bared his teeth in anger. Why has this woman been drawn to him over and over again? That couldn't be a coincidence!
"First you get drunk in my bed and now this?!" he grumbled. "Are all earth women that pushy?!"
Then Bulma jumped in shock. "W-What was that...?" She glared at him, eyes exaggeratedly wide.
But he wouldn't engage in any further chatting, instead chasing her grumpily out of his bathroom. "And close the door behind you!!"
Bulma threw him one last angry look - but was also blushing at the same time - before finally slamming the door loudly. And without wasting any more time, she marched down the hall toward her room. In fact, this was even on a completely different floor. She must have been really tired that she had gotten the door so wrong...
//What an idiot!// she thought meanwhile. //What nonsense is he talking about?!//
But she also wondered why he should tell her such fairy tales.
No, that didn't suit him. Vegeta wasn't a liar.
On the contrary. He was brutally honest.
But that also meant that what he said was true... But when the hell would she have gotten into his bed drunk...?
Bulma had to stop abruptly and slap a hand over her mouth. She stared straight ahead, her pupils trembling. Of course! The night she ditched Yamcha and then helped herself to the whole bottle of wine!
She still didn't quite want to remember the details, but if it really was like that...
//Oh my goodness!//
Did she really go to bed with VEGETA??
But she had woken up on her terrace! That could only mean that he must have brought her there. She pressed her hand more tightly over her mouth and nose, pinched her cheeks, which immediately blushed again.
//This can't be true!// she thought, deeply ashamed. Because if that was indeed the case, it was no wonder that Vegeta had such a weird picture of her. She had hardly seen him lately and thought it was because of all her work. But maybe he just avoided her.
//Oh my, oh my...!// She was really, really embarrassed.

Finally Bulma had reached the bathroom on her floor. Tired but still thoughtful, she undressed and then, as planned, took a hot shower before bed. Standing under the shower head, she let the warm water rain down on her body. She raised both arms and brushed back her lush mane.
All the work and sleepless nights must have messed her head up so much that her mind was now going completely crazy. Because her thoughts were just circling around Vegeta.
//He... He's not my type at all!// she thought, shaking her head. //That dominant dwarf! And that hairstyle too! And... and this...//
The sight of his body just wouldn't leave her short-term memory. The sight of his wet, naked body... In her mind's eye, she saw his muscles glistening with moisture and a few drops of water beading over his chest and abdominal muscles.
//But there's still something about him...// she had to admit.
She thought of his belly button, his firm loins. And the deeper she lowered her gaze in thought, the higher her pulse raced. Staring ahead with half-open eyes, she soaped herself, rubbed her breasts and stomach. And when she thought about his best piece, she couldn't help but wonder what he might look like when erect.
//Oh Kami, I... I should stop thinking about him...!//
Just the thought accelerated her heartbeat and her breathing and so she ran her hand lower, down to her mons pubis.
//I really should stop...//
A pink tinge formed on her cheeks and she hesitated.
But she was all alone. Nobody would see her.
And so she pushed her hand even lower and then started stroking herself while thinking very intensely about... this dominant dwarf.

Bulma had known. She had actually known the second she even thought about doing it! She would be embarrassed about it the next day! And that's exactly how it was. So she scurried into her lab as early and as quietly as possible, armed with her coffee cup, so she wouldn't run into anyone. Especially not Vegeta.
She had just reached the door when she heard footsteps approaching in the hallway. Frantically she stumbled in, spilling the hot coffee over her work overalls.
//HNGH!// She grimaced in pain and clamped a hand over her mouth to keep from screaming. So now she stood against the wall next to her laboratory door and listened out into the hallway.
"Good morning, Vegeta!", she heard her father greet him and then asked curiously, "How's your training going in 400-times gravity?"
But he was verbally rebuffed on the spot. "That's none of your business."
Bulma listened for a moment, but that's really all she heard. She took her hand from her mouth and put on a crippled expression.
//This Vegeta is such an ass//, she thought to herself. //How can it be that he keeps my mind so... busy?//
Then she shook her head briefly and looked determined, raising her clenched fist in front of her face.
//No, stop it! I said I don't need a man and I meant it! I'll get right back to work!//
She looked down at herself again. //But first I should change my clothes...//


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