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It's been a few days since he destroyed her television. Which is fine. Whatever. She bought a new, got it installed, fine. She's gotten the hole in her wall fixed too. She even managed to get his precious Gravity Chamber fixed which means she can get him out of her hair for a little bit. Which is good. It gives her time to work on other projects in her labs. She does have a business to run, after all.

The problem is he keeps creeping into her thoughts when she doesn't want him to. How weirdly jealous he had behaved that night. Sorry. Not jealous, possessive. Whatever the hell that meant. Half the time it seemed like he couldn't even stand her but he thought he had some weird claim over her?

It's not that she's never entertained the idea before but it's a bad idea for a lot of reasons not least of all him having an ego that almost rivaled her own.

She decides it's time for a break, exiting her lab to go outside to smoke a cigarette. He always bitched too much when she smoked in the house. Something about the smell offending his sensitive Saiyan sense of smell.

She taps the cigarette to let some of the ash fall. Really, that was almost reason enough to do it, sometimes.

Date: 2015-02-14 02:30 am (UTC)
saiyan: (} until my wounds are healed)
From: [personal profile] saiyan
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.

Date: 2015-02-14 03:15 am (UTC)
saiyan: (} trade this life for something new)
From: [personal profile] saiyan
If called out on it, Vegeta would claim that he had to be careful. Humans were fragile creatures and if he weren't careful when handling them, they would break apart in his hands. But it's more than that, yet not something the Saiyan prince is willing to give much thought to — and not just because he lacks the proper foundation for building the blocks he needs to in order to repair the disconnect between his head, instincts, and heart.

Though the latter would at least explain why he's dipping into intimidation tactics as a form of flirting. Not that the bullheaded man realizes that's what he's essentially doing. He's never bothered to dance around any of the women he's taken as lovers in the past, and didn't stop to learn most of their names.

She'll never know that he calls her woman, because he enjoys how it riles her up, and not because he doesn't know her name. He knows it, and that in and of itself is important.

Vegeta leans in closer, his nose nearly bumping into hers. He snorts. "Perhaps you should make a psychic machine your next project."

Date: 2015-02-14 03:53 am (UTC)
saiyan: (} time go right out the window)
From: [personal profile] saiyan
It's rare that she lets him do all the pushing. Usually he pushes and she pushes back, often drifting dangerously close to territories Vegeta wants her nowhere near or refuses to go himself, but she isn't doing that this time. He's got his hand on her, is looming almost menacingly closer than he's ever gotten to her, yet she isn't pushing back.

Strange— and curious. It's enough to prevent him from retreating.

Vegeta's palm scoots higher again, this thumb brushing against the underside of her neck and then up to trace her jawline.

"I'm not like you or your moronic group of so-called saviors."

Date: 2015-02-14 05:32 am (UTC)
saiyan: (} i just wish that i didn't feel)
From: [personal profile] saiyan
Instead of jerking back, Vegeta growls, gnashing his teeth together and practically snarling at her from mere inches away.

"Don't flatter yourself! I have more important things to do than waste my time on an Earth woman."

And yet his hand had slid up one side of her neck instead of being removed, fingers grazing her earlobe, thumb brushing against the corner of her mouth...

Date: 2015-02-14 06:04 am (UTC)
saiyan: (} there was something i missed)
From: [personal profile] saiyan
Vegeta scoffs at her, but as his thumb lands on her lower lip, he asks, "Do you want me to stop?"

He doesn't realize it. Even as he asks for her permission to continue whatever this is and refuses to relinquish his touch, he has no idea.

Date: 2015-02-14 03:26 pm (UTC)
saiyan: (} aren't the way they were before)
From: [personal profile] saiyan
She can't see it, but Vegeta's smirking. And when his hand moves away and his mouth lands on the curve of her neck, he chuckles hotly against her skin, as if amused by her stubborn posturing.

He's playing with her, like a predator toying with his prey, and she's allowing it. For now.

Date: 2015-02-14 03:52 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] saiyan

Vegeta drags his mouth up to her ear. "Your foolishness."

Date: 2015-02-16 11:47 am (UTC)
saiyan: (} this is not the end)
From: [personal profile] saiyan
Oh yes, his eyes catch on to that blush that dusts across her cheeks. He brushes his lips against the apple of one, curious to see if her skin felt as warm as it looked.

Vegeta draws back, but only slightly; just enough to hover near her face.

"This isn't a game you want to play."

Date: 2015-02-22 06:31 pm (UTC)
saiyan: (} this is not the beginning)
From: [personal profile] saiyan
Vegeta takes hold of her hands, bringing them up and pinning them on either side of her head.

"It should be."

He's not a fool. He knows -- or at least, he thinks he does -- how human mating rituals work. He's sat through enough of her romantic comedies to understand that these sort of encounters are expected to have happy endings. With him, there are no happy endings and she'd be a downright fool for expecting it to result in anything resembling happy.

He was a walking disaster and/or danger zone on any given day, would likely perish with great honor in a battle worthy of his death. Romance, especially this world's definition of it, wasn't something he had time for.

Date: 2015-02-27 07:03 am (UTC)
saiyan: (} haunting how i can't seem)
From: [personal profile] saiyan
Vegeta narrows his gaze, and while his hands don't tighten on her wrists, his touch is noticeably tense.

"I am not flirting with you."

Date: 2015-02-28 03:47 am (UTC)
saiyan: (} what do i have but negativity)
From: [personal profile] saiyan
"Intent."

And then he's gone. One moment he's leaning over her, fingers encircling her wrists-- then he's gone, as if he blinked out of existence. Vegeta doesn't normally move at 'inhuman' speeds while around Bulma and her parents, but she caught him off guard and now that he no longer seems to have the upper hand, he's backed off.

To the other side of the room, and not just to kick the flashlight back over to her.

Date: 2015-02-28 04:41 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] saiyan
Speaking of lingering in the air... Vegeta kicks off the ground to do just that. Arms crossed, eyes closed, he hmphs at her noncommittally from where he's hovering a few feet in the air.

Date: 2015-02-28 03:55 pm (UTC)
saiyan: (} but you listen to the tone)
From: [personal profile] saiyan
Vegeta obliges -- begrudgingly. He holds the flashing light out so it's shining down on what she's working on from where he's hovering in the air above her.

"Make it quick. I don't have all day."

As if the Androids were coming in a few hours, not a few years.

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