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

Come back (vegebul)

Finally Bulma had managed to sneak out of Vegeta's room unnoticed. And after a short detour to the bathroom, to at least catch up on her morning washes and a makeshift make-up, she went straight to the gravity room, where she hoped to find Vegeta.
But halfway there, she saw on the display on the outer door mechanism that the room was empty.
Vegeta wasn't there.
Bulma put on a disappointed expression and her gaze rested on the shiny metal door for a moment. And she couldn't help but sink into a fleeting memory then...

"Why don't you just ask Goku what he does to turn into a Super Saiyan?"
As soon as this absurd suggestion escaped Bulma's lips, Vegeta's eyes flashed aggressively and he turned to her. "I'll rather die before I ask that low-class loser's help!!"
She just rolled her eyes. "Yeah? There you go, then just try dying."
"What did you say?!" Vegeta replied, his pupils contracting and his hair seemed to stand up even more. Judging by the look on his face, he was close to a fit of rage. "Do you have any idea who you're talking to you ridiculous woman?!"
Bulma raised her arms, unperturbed. "Yeah, you're the almighty Saiyan prince, aren't you?" she replied snippy. "Well, I guess that settles it then. Good luck!"
She turned to leave but paused for a moment and then looked back over her shoulder.
"And one more thing. In case YOU don't know who YOU'RE talking to. My name is Bulma Briefs and you are here at my home, Capsule Corporation! Better remember that!"

"Right!" Bulma suddenly said aloud to herself, disappointment giving way to growing determination. She put her hands on her hips and looked self-satisfied. "I'm Bulma Briefs! So who does this guy think he is?!"
"Who are you talking to?"
"RYAH!!" Shrieking shrilly, face twisted in fear and arms flung up, Bulma whirled around.
"GOKU!!", she recognized her friend, who, thanks to his newly learned technique, had obviously completely given up all interpersonal customs and instead preferred to just show up everywhere unasked.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to do that?!"
"Oops! I'm sorry, Bulma," he replied with a crooked grin, scratching his cheek with one finger.
"Honestly. Can't you at least... knock first or something?"
"Hmm." Now he crossed his arms over his chest and seemed to seriously consider this suggestion. "I don't know how."
"Doesn't matter. What do you want?"
"I'm actually looking for Vegeta, but I couldn't feel his energy. I assume he's suppressing it on purpose. Well, and I thought you might know where he is?"
Reflexively, Bulma backed away and raised her forearm in front of her face. "M-Me?! How should ME of all people know where Vegeta is?!" she stammered indignantly. "Really, are you thinking just because--"
"He lives in your house?" Goku cocked his head and looked at her. "Bulma, are you okay? You're all red in the face."
And not only that. There were literally beads of sweat on her forehead.
But when she realized again that Goku's senses weren't half as receptive to such subtle behaviors, her turbulent innermost soul gradually calmed down. So she took a deep breath and finally stated that she had no idea where Vegeta was. But it wasn't possible for her not to let an annoyed undertone resonate.
Before Goku could teleport away again, however, Bulma quickly grabbed his wrist. "B-But if you find him, tell him..."
She paused.
And then she slowly let go of him.
"No. It's nothing."
Because what exactly should Goku - Vegeta's fiercest rival - tell him about her anyway?
That he should abandon whatever he was doing and come straight back to Capsule Corporation? Back to Bulma? That he should stand his ground and reveal his true feelings to her? That he should take her in his strong arms and kiss her? Should tell her that everything was fine and right? That they were a happily in love couple and would ride into the sunset together to seal their happy ending?
No, what nonsense.
But come back... At least that would have been a start.

Because even after days, Vegeta still hadn't shown up at the Capsule Corporation again. And Bulma really hadn't missed any corner of the compound in her unobtrusive search for him. But he wasn't in the gravity room, or in the combat simulator, not in the kitchen, in one of the bathrooms, in the atrium, in the yard, in the broom closet... The guy was swallowed up by the earth! Which actually wasn't unusual, because Vegeta had always been in and out of the Capsule Corporation as he pleased.
But with every day that passed now, Bulma burned more and more to meet him again. But the same unbearable game seemed to repeat. Somehow the two had got together and the subsequent absence of a certain gentleman heralded a long pause - enough time to let one or the other flared up feeling cool down again.
But this time it was different.
This time the two hadn't just 'got together somehow'.
"Hmmm..." A heavy sigh sounded in the room, accompanied by a soft clink.
Bulma was sitting at the kitchen table, stirring her coffee for the eight hundredth time and staring into space, head in hand, lost in thought.
Anger, disappointment and melancholy had been circling around in her head for the past few days. And currently the melancholy was present again, which only the slightest memory of her night together with Vegeta could trigger. That fantastic night together... She just couldn't stop thinking about him. No work, no shopping trip, no coffee gossip with the neighbors or her mother could take her thoughts away from Vegeta.
How loving and tender he had been to her. How wildly and passionately he had taken her and how deeply he had held her in his arms at the end.
Bulma was sure: It wasn't just their bodies that they had exposed to each other. It was also their souls, their innermost being, the ever-growing, deep-burning desire for one another that they had finally given in to that night. And they had harmonized so perfectly with each other. The lusts of one satisfied the lusts of the other. And really every fiber in Bulma's body screamed for a repeat. Begged, pleaded.
It might have been because of Vegeta's aloofness, because of his infinite pride, which Bulma secretly found so immensely fascinating that, looking back, she glorified that night with him more and more. This wasn't just sex, this had been a revelation...
//Oh come on!// she suddenly scolded herself. //I have to stop praising this guy so much! First he used me and then he dropped me cold!//
Her brow furrowed in displeasure as she sipped on her coffee cup with both hands.
//Yes! He used me!//
Then her expression gradually softened.
//And how he used me...//
And again her thoughts of their night together drifted away. Unconsciously, she finally went back to her starting pose and rested her head on her hand, staring straight ahead with a wistful look.
"Hmmm..." The same heavy sigh.
//Oh Vegeta, you damned stubborn... please come back...//

In fact, many more agonizing days of being alone with her thoughts were yet to pass. Bulma hadn't even told her mother about her dalliance with Vegeta. She was too unsettled by his absence, by the things that were unspoken.
So her father's new job to help him optimize the combat simulator suited her all too well. Mr. Namco was extremely impressed with it and wanted to make it available to his beta testers as soon as possible. Luckily Bulma hadn't had to deal with this weirdo personally, but Dr. Briefs really seemed to like him.
"...and then he said I'd get a limited edition before release. BEFORE release, did you hear me?"
"Well, whatever," Bulma murmured disinterestedly while lying under the desk fumbling with a wiring harness. "Can you pass me the electrical tape?"
"Oh, I remember, my first Budokai Tenkaichi back then--"
"Dad! Tape!"
"Oops! Oh uh, sure!"
Dr. Briefs walked over to the workbench to follow Bulma's orders. Noisily he opened the metal drawer and then rummaged through the utensils.
"By the way, did you know that..."
When Bulma listened to her father's voice again, she rolled her eyes in annoyance, assuming that another uninteresting story about this stupid video game or its crazy developer would follow. But when she thought she had heard a very specific name, she reared up so suddenly that she banged her head full force against the underside of the desk!
A heavy 'WONK!!' made her father spin around instantly and when he saw Bulma crawling out from under the desk, face contorted in pain, clutching the big bulge on her head, he could only look extremely confused. But he didn't even get to ask her if everything was alright because she yelled at him, completely excited,
"W-What did you just say about Vegeta?!"
The pounding headache only aggravated her irritable agitation.
A bead of sweat formed on both Dr. Briefs forehead as well as on that of black little cat Scratch.
"That he's now training at 450 times gravity," he repeated intimidated.
"He's back?" Bulma crowed indignantly. "Seriously?! How? Where?! Since when?! Why didn't anyone tell me?!"
And then, without waiting for her father to answer, she just ran past him and out of the lab.
Everything that Dr. Briefs could do was stare after his daughter with a perpetually confused look on his face.
"Honestly," he then murmured to himself, crossing his arms over his chest. "It really makes me wonder who she inherited that temper from."
And all that followed was an uncertain "meow" from little Scratch.


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