Clashing Hearts

A/N: Thanks for your patience with me everyone! I will be updating more frequently now. I have replied to all the comments from the last chapter at the end of this one so be sure to take a read if you sent me a review.

On a side note I have just started another Vegeta & Bulma Fanfic called "Congratulations Daddy" - Please give it a read too if you have a moment.

Chapter 11

A day had passed since Vegeta and Bulma shared a moment together in the rain, both of them had been actively avoiding each other as much as possible, for fear that the other person was planning something uncouth that could cause them to lose the little war that had commenced. Despite the radio silence, it was clear that the relationship had changed despite the fact that Vegeta had not accepted the fact that they were dating; perhaps ownership of a female was a more common concept in Saiyan culture.

It had been quite some time since Bulma had been able to focus on her research into the effects that her bonding with Vegeta would have on her; and despite his earlier warnings nothing had truly come from it thus far, causing the bluenette to place the project further down her to do list in favour of focusing on her next major presentation at Capsule Corp. Perhaps he was just teasing me when he said all those things, we have kissed a few times now. Ugh, I need to focus on this project for work first, once that's done I'll do a little more research…

Seeing as it had been awhile since she had commenced work on the project she would be putting forward, the genius decided it was best to mull over the blueprints as thoroughly as possible to ensure that there weren't any faults in the design she had concocted for the next generation of capsules. I swear I do more work than half the men in this organization, she muses silently; several stands of hair tickling her ears as she glared down at the enormous blue sheet of paper beneath her.

It hadn't taken her long to come up with the designs she had in mind, or even the two prototypes she had prepared for the meeting set for later in the week with the board of directors; in fact, the entire process seemed to be a mere formality given the fact that it was well known that her father and herself were the brains behind the corporation. How could they even turn down any of my ideas? They hardly know anything about engineering let alone science.

Rolling her eyes, the slender woman slowly rose out of her seat and made her way across to the kitchen, clearly in search of something to nibble on and a cup of tea. "Do we have those matcha biscuits the maid made the other day still or did his royal highness eat them all again?" she grumbles under her breath, her head deep in the pantry as she searched aimlessly.

"Cease with the sarcasm already woman," Vegeta growls as he yanked her out of the pantry by the scruff of her collar; dark orbs locking on her visage as an amused expression settled across his features. Did he enjoy tormenting her? When did he even enter the house?

He always has the worst timing, or the best. I guess that depends on who's point of view you look at it from, Bulma muses to herself as she wriggles free from his grasp, promptly taking a few steps backwards. "I am the least sarcastic person I know! I'm offended," she teases as she turns to flick the kettle beside her on. Perhaps it was due to the fact that they spent a little bit of time apart after the events of a few days prior, but she could almost sense that he was attempting to enjoy her company for a change. "If you didn't eat them then where are they? They made four dozen."

"Oh I ate them all in one sitting. They weren't claimed by anyone," the warrior notes as he opens the fridge, seizing a block cheese and swiftly closed the door as he made his way towards the kitchen table; plonking himself down in her former seat. Is she complaining that I ate those disgusting biscuits? She dodged a bullet. Those maids can't cook sweets to save their lives. "What's this blue thing woman?" he asks as he takes a bite into the block of cheese, small spatters of food spraying across the blueprint as he talks.

Eyes widening in sheer horror, Bulma rushes forward and snatches the blueprint away from him; rolling it up and filing it back into the storage tube she kept it in. "It's a project I'm working on Vegeta…" she notes irritably, bright eyes narrowing as she tried her best to not snap at him for defiling her hard work in such a manner. He is virtually a giant child, clearly that was an important document!

Her work was of little to no interest to him unless he benefitted from it in some manner, What does she even see in such projects? She always gets so precious about them. "I thought you were researching into the effects of our bonding? You were fuming at the possibility of growing a tail last time we discussed it."

A shiver rushed down Bulma's spine as she recalled the incident. "Clearly it is still a concern, if you were telling me the truth that is…" she fires back, her hands planted on her hips as she glared across at him; "I just got sidetracked that's all. Besides I'm sure if it was going to happen it would've by now." The faint whistle of the kettle rouses her from her current state as she turns and walks in its direction absent-mindedly, He's acting like I slacked off. He shouldn't go around kissing people if this is a risk.

"Getting sidetracked seems to be a specialty for you," he murmurs under his breath, still smirking through the entire discussion, It seems as if I posed as a distraction for you after all. Rising from his seat Vegeta made his way over to the kitchen counter where the bluenette was busily preparing a pot of herbal tea; "You didn't clarify what this relationship you wanted means woman. I cannot agree to anything of the sort without knowing what is being demanded from me." He had a point, surely would see that.

Arching her right brow, Bulma turned to face the Saiyan's serious visage; not an ounce of insincerity could be noted; Does he really have no idea? "Being in a relationship means we date each other and see if we are compatible to be together for the years to come," she explains half-heartedly, Surely he could've guessed it meant this. Then again I doubt this is even a concept that he is interested in now I give it some thought. I am a distraction to him as much as he is to me.

Vegeta turns away from her, his mind clouded as crossed his arms over his chest; clearly deep in thought. Why is such a thing even desirable to this woman? Isn't desiring her and claiming her as my woman enough? In his eyes ownership, mating and fighting were the three things that mattered in the average life of one such as himself; women fell into the first two categories in Saiyan society. Taking a deep breath Vegeta met her eyes directly, his face slowly turning crimson as he struggled to ask the one question he believed she would be open to answering, "I want mating rights, is this what dating encompasses? I will not have you sharing your bed with another."

Bulma gawks at the bashful yet blunt man standing before her, What in the world makes him think that it is okay to say such a thing out loud? Does he think I'm a loose woman?! Seriously?! Taking a deep breath once more, the scientist turns to face him, her face twitching as she tried to compose herself; "Firstly, I will never 'mate' with someone simply because I'm dating them. Secondly, if all you want is sex then there are services and people around just for that, I am not one of those women. Thirdly, if you try to speak to me like that again I will slip something nasty into your dinn-"

Silencing her with a kiss, Vegeta slowly wrapped his arms around her tiny waist, his sweaty chest pressed up against her own while their mouths eagerly fought for dominance. It was clear he had caught her off-guard mid-rant, most people would probably say it showed a lack of respect, but if anything it was a lack of self-control; every time she tried to boss him around or got demanding it irritated him beyond belief, but it was also irresistibly attractive. I swear she does this knowingly. What a vile woman…

A soft moan slips from her lips as she feels Vegeta's lips drift from her own. Their waists still pressed up against each other, "You can't just interrupt me like that Vegeta…" she notes as she peered up at her partner, her flushed visage greeting him. Even now as he held her she felt somewhat like a caged bird, trapped but slightly pleased about the situation to an extent.

His face drew closer to her right ear, supple lips latching onto the upper half of it as he teased her a little; We both know that you're enjoying this every bit as much as I am. I can tell the difference between your moans woman. Suddenly Vegeta's arms slipped away from her waist, instead seizing the bench top on either side of her body as he pulled backwards; "You're very predictable woman. Just knowing that you're mine should be enough for now. Don't get greedy," he replies as he leaves the kitchen leaving a clearly flustered and overheated woman in his wake.

"YOU'RE CRUEL VEGETA!"

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