It's true. Vegeta could easily kill her. He could circle her throat with his fingers, and it would be over before she had time to comprehend what was happening.
But he won't. And he's beginning to suspect that she knows that, even if she seemed as baffled as he was by his proclamation of possessiveness days prior. She didn't understand what it meant, and Vegeta wasn't about to delve into why he gave so much of a damn about a weakling human who was only good for building and fixing things. Bulma was kept around because she was useful, yet it was very important that she was useful to him and only him.
His fingers and thumb splayed out against her collarbone, framing the base of her neck. The hands on his chest do nothing to move him, though he doesn't push against them so much as take them as a sign to keep his present distance. (If she protested or put up a fight, he'd withdraw, and he suspects she knows that, too. Damn her.)
"It wouldn't take so long to fix if you had given me proper instructions in the first place."
Things are never his fault — ever. Especially when they are.
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But he won't. And he's beginning to suspect that she knows that, even if she seemed as baffled as he was by his proclamation of possessiveness days prior. She didn't understand what it meant, and Vegeta wasn't about to delve into why he gave so much of a damn about a weakling human who was only good for building and fixing things. Bulma was kept around because she was useful, yet it was very important that she was useful to him and only him.
His fingers and thumb splayed out against her collarbone, framing the base of her neck. The hands on his chest do nothing to move him, though he doesn't push against them so much as take them as a sign to keep his present distance. (If she protested or put up a fight, he'd withdraw, and he suspects she knows that, too. Damn her.)
"It wouldn't take so long to fix if you had given me proper instructions in the first place."
Things are never his fault — ever. Especially when they are.