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

Cold in the act (vegebul) ~adult

//What an asshole!!// were Bulma's gruff thoughts as she marched through the hallways at a rough pace.
She had pulled her dressing gown tight once more and was holding her crossed arms so tensely in front of her chest that her fingers were digging into her upper arms.
//How dare he?! How dare he treat me like that?!//
She had never been humiliated like this by a man before. She felt deeply offended, hurt in her pride. There were still tears in her eyes. Never again would she get involved with this Vegeta! And in the process, she also seriously considered having him thrown out of her house.
//He thinks I wouldn't go that far, huh?!//
She rounded the next curve and was soon at her room.
//Just wait and see... He'll regret that... He'll get the shock of his life!!//
...

Even in the days that followed, Bulma's thoughts were peppered with anger and disappointment. Nothing had faded, nothing had diminished. It all felt just as intense and terrible as the day she'd received that embarrassing rebuff from Vegeta. She still felt the humiliation deep in her body. Usually, she blurted out all her emotions immediately if something didn't suit her. But this time had been different. Vegeta wanted her after all... and then pushed her back again. She had never experienced anything like this before.
Contrary to her determined and anger-guided plan, Bulma hadn't kicked him out yet. As tempting as this vengeful idea might have been, on reflection it just wasn't a viable option. Bulma held grudges, yes, and with good reason. But she also really didn't want to be flattened by the advancing androids.
Although there had been moments in those days when she would have preferred to be dead than to have to continue living with this unspeakable disgrace...
At least she had managed, as so often, not to run into the trigger of this feelings. She tried to distract herself as best as possible with work and shopping while Vegeta went about his training, ate something or slept in between... and maybe had to take one or the other cold shower.

//That vulgar woman actually made me kiss her! I can't believe it!// he thought angrily while standing in the shower.

//He kissed me back! He wanted it!// were Bulma's angry thoughts as she once again carried a truckload of shopping bags into the house.

//She clearly provoked me. I... I had no other choice...!//

//And then he drags me into his room like a caveman... No, more like a monkey!!//

//To chum up like that... Disgusting. Are all earth women so pushy?!//

//Because that's what he is! A dumb, well-trained monkey man!//

//She's just a vulgar, pushy earth woman!// Vegeta thought after getting out of the shower and just drying himself off.

//What's his problem anyway?!// Bulma wondered after dropping everything carelessly in the hallway and making her way to the kitchen. //Why is he fighting so hard not to get involved with me?! Any other man would be lucky to get his hands on me!//

//Who does she think she is?!// Still looking angry, Vegeta slipped into his training pants and pulled the black tank top over his head. He then left the bathroom - now always opening the door a crack first to get a glimpse at the hallway. Because a second time he would certainly not fall for the dirty tricks of this earth woman! Because after all he was, //...the prince of the Saiyans!!//

//Bah, a prince! No way! The guy has absolutely no manners,// but Bulma thought so while her head was stuck in the fridge. //Just treating a lady like me so badly...!//

//And then to give me an ultimatum as well... She must be nuts! Never in my life will I get involved with her again!//

//I should really have kicked him out!!// Bulma then slammed the fridge door shut - so hard that it immediately flew open again.

But that second in which she had a free view of the kitchen gave her a tremendous shock. And not because of the loudly smashed fridge door, but because someone suddenly stood right next to her.
With a loosely raised hand, Vegeta had intercepted the springing-back door and his equally surprised gaze was fixed directly on Bulma's face.
Neither of them said a word. Neither of them dared even blink. Their expressions were petrified, because suddenly they were facing the person they had been thinking about with deep annoyance until just a moment ago.
And now they just stared at each other, speechless. Vegeta in his casual training gear, Bulma in her striped dress, holding a glass milk bottle that she had just fished out of the fridge door.
...
But she couldn't hold the bottle for long because it suddenly began to slip out of her hand and then - almost in slow motion - fell to the ground.
...
And the second it clattered onto the kitchen floor and spilled the entire content onto it, Bulma and Vegeta fell upon each other in an almost synchronous movement. She wrapped his torso and neck, he wrapped both arms around her shoulders and pulled her close to him. Their mouths met purposefully, for in this sudden surge of raging passion they couldn't help but kiss.
Eyes closed, they now exchanged fierce French kisses, and while their last encounter had been rather gentle, this time both hands wandered unbridled over each other's bodies. They wanted to feel as much as possible from each other. And the lower instincts wanted so much more...
In blind zeal, Vegeta pushed Bulma's back into the open fridge. There was a loud bang and various groceries wobbled next to each other, some of them promptly fell out and also spilled their contents on the kitchen floor. But the lust for each other was too strong for the two to take care of it now. Even the sudden coldness on her back didn't interest Bulma because she was so overheated by the current situation.
Vegeta kissed her non-stop. He tilted his head, kissed her from the left, running his tongue over her lips and into her open mouth. Then he kissed her from the right, sliding a hand from her cheek to the back of her head, gripping her lush, turquoise hair. He couldn't let go of her, couldn't stop kissing that damn annoying earth woman.
As if by itself, his hands ran down her sides, he followed her curves, felt her soft flesh under her clothes. And when Bulma bent a leg, he grabbed it promptly, pressing his pelvis tightly against hers.
The fridge shook under their movements, the groceries rumbled, rustled and rattled around in it and another milk bottle danced off one of the shelves and fell noisily to the floor.
Panting and in complete ecstasy, the two pressed their pelvis against each other while kissing hotly and deeply. Bulma held Vegeta's head between her hands, feeling the rhythmic contraction of his jaw muscles as he thrust his tongue deep into her mouth. Both lips were already wet with saliva.
Bulma then ran her hands down to his torso, where she rubbed his broad, steel chest in utter delight, then his firm abs, each of which she could clearly feel beneath his tank top. In a burning desire for his body, her hands then slid even lower until they finally reached the waistband of his pants.
The intensity of their kisses increased tremendously and then Vegeta suddenly grabbed her hair and turned her head so that he could sink his face into her neck, which he immediately gave wet bites. With his other hand he held her bent leg in a tight grip and pushed his loins towards her, pressing himself hard and warm into her crotch. Panting excitedly, Bulma tried to pull his pants down, but they were now so full of his erection that the stretched material made her attempt difficult. Simultaneously, Vegeta slipped a hand under her dress and ran up her thigh until his fingers reached the edge of her panties. And then he pulled--

"Yikes! What happened here? Was that an earthquake?"
The sudden voice of Mrs. Briefs gave both of them such a shock that they immediately froze in their tracks. Eyes wide, hair standing on end, they stared at each other at close range.


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