Count Down From Ten

Two-Steps Back

Chapter Seven

(Vegeta's POV)

Another interruption in my plans to indulge with that woman. To say I was frustrated with the interruption was an understatement. I had stormed up to my room arguing with myself. I debated whether I should really be wasting time with the woman or if I should be training. I had new limits to the gravity room afterall. I should be struggling through an arduous amount of gravity, fighting through my current irritation; it always strengthens my abilities. Yet that blue-haired vixen is so alarmingly captivating.

I was completely beside myself as I sat fuming on my bed. I should be focused on preparing the ship and skillfully training, not arguing with myself in an empty room. It was still daylight out for kamis' sake. It's absolutely disgusting to me that I have already given in to her once before, and not even hours later here I am caving into these carnal instincts. Even with the disgust I have with myself, I was still sitting here on my bed; in my room, waiting for that bewitching earth woman. The ghost of her touch still seared my skin, it bothered me more than these blasted burns I had from my earlier lapses in judgements.

Why had I made that move in the lab?

My mind was obviously weakened by my stay on this planet, my old self would never have been roped into a situation such as this. I questioned my own reasoning for instigating yet another precarious altercation with the woman. I reminded myself that Bulma was the one who had the dauntlessness to crawl into my bed last night. She had probably planned this ridiculous game of cat and mouse. Then I reminded myself that I had been the one who instigated that first initial kiss in the blasted kitchen; damn my ego to hell. Why was I the one to instigate these blasted rendezvous in the first place? By kami, she was the best at finishing them. My resentment towards the situation brewed as the time seemed to just pass by. Where the hell was that blasted woman anyway, did she truly expect me to sit and wait for her all damn day.

Why am I waiting for her anyway?

I knew I should be the one in charge of these encounters. She thinks she can go and boss anyone around, but not me. I am the Prince of the saiyans and I was growing impatient with the woman. I started to feel for her ki, it was easy to sense that she was walking up the stairs. I could feel the growl growing in my chest as I was stuck deciding if I should confront her at my own door or wait for her to enter the room. That was until I heard the distinct sound of a door opening and clicking shut, obviously, it was not mine.

That bitch had gone into her room. That presumptuous woman told me to wait for her. As royalty I wait for no-one. Without a second thought I stood up and made my way to her bedroom, making sure my footsteps were heavy. If her hearing was any good she would no doubt know that I was coming; when I arrived at her door I politely barged into the womans' room. I glanced around the disordered mess, looking for any hint of the woman with no luck. By the distinct sound of water running it was obvious to me that she was in fact in the bathroom. That stubborn bitch is going to shower before coming to me; did she not remember the plans she had set not even five minutes ago.

I walked boldly into her bathroom, Bulma was of course in the shower yet she ignored my distinct presence, "Woman, you were supposed to meet me in my room." I stated in the roughest voice I could, obviously demanding obedience.

Bulma looked through the glass door, which was covered with a decent amount of steam, "Well Mr.Prince, I felt dirty so I decided to clean myself up before I came and had a playdate with you." she mockingly teased.

I growled at the stupid statement, "I told you not to keep me waiting." I fumed in mock aggravation.

She met my eye through the steamed up glass and stuck her tongue out to me in response. It took everything in me not to rip said door off its hinges.