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The Prince and the Genius
CHAPTER 12 – 'Pleasure Cruising'
After over an hour of poorly concealed flirtatious banter, the prince and the genius finally managed to settle down to bed, to watch the series.
Both of them were sitting with their backs leaning on the headboard.
Both of them had their legs covered by the same throw.
Both of them were painfully aware that they were only pride, stubbornness and mere inches apart from that physical contact they so desperately craved...
Vegeta had dimmed the lights before turning the TV on, and was scrolling through the DVD's menu to find the first episode.
A soft gentle rain started falling against the bedroom window, and Bulma felt as if she'd been teleported to a cosy nook on the top of a mountain.
She had the Saiyan on her right side, and his bedroom wall on her left.
She felt somehow 'trapped' in his den, but couldn't think of any other place she would rather be in that moment...
She just wished she could lean in towards him, and cut all the distance between them...
The series' theme song snapped her out of her daydream, and a little nonsensical tension started building up inside her.
Bulma sillily felt the pressure of having possibly made a wrong decision by picking Game of Thrones...
And realized she wanted to impress him...even with small choices such as that one.
She hoped he would like the series, and that it would positively provide him with a pleasant diversion, in the nine days left of his bed rest.
As the episode was playing, the genius couldn't help herself from constantly glancing in the prince's direction...
She observed the flickering lights dancing on his handsome features, and enhancing the beauty of his relaxed state of mind.
He was gorgeous when he let his defences down, and she was helplessly drawn to him...
Although the prince was pretending to be unaware of the genius' curious glimpses, he knew perfectly well he was the focus of her attention...not the TV.
He tried his best to keep ignoring Bulma's odd behaviour and fidgety state...but twenty minutes into the episode, he decided he wouldn't take it any more.
Vegeta: "What are you looking at?" – he coldly inquired, staring right into her eyes, as he paused the DVD player with the remote.
Bulma gasped in surprise at being caught red handed, and a faint blush started tinting her cheeks...
She had to come up with a clever way out of this, or she would make a complete fool out of herself.
Vegeta: "Why do you keep looking over here? The television is in that direction, if you haven't noticed..." – he indicated the screen with the top of his head. – "Is there something on my face? Or are you just utterly unable to keep your eyes off me, woman?" – his words were pungent, and defying her to speak the truth.
Bulma: "I-I...I wasn't looking at you, Vegeta!" – she snobbily bluffed – "Gee can you be so self centred! The world doesn't revolve around you, you know?!" – she condescendingly added, as she untied her messy bun for distraction, and most needed coverage to her flushing cheeks.
She shook her head, and her blue locks came cascading in luscious waves over her shoulders. The coconut scent of her beauty products, were temptingly teasing his nose.
The warrior had to summon all his self restrain not to dig his fingers into her silken hair, and hold her hard to his kiss.
Vegeta: "The world doesn't...but your thoughts surely do..." – he challenged her, with a husky voice, that should have given his cravings away...
Luckily for the prince, Bulma was way too concentrated in trying to hide her own embarrassment, to acknowledge the Saiyan's weakness...
Bulma: "And what would you know about that?!" – she aggressively attacked.
Vegeta: "Oh I do know..." – He playfully teased. – "You're an open book cat..." – He leaned in to whisper the last part in her ear.
The genius was so flustered, her breathing hitched. But she was determined not to show her true feelings, as the prince was clearly unwilling to display his...
Bulma: "Cut the bullsh*t Vegeta!" – she threw daggers at him – "Why would I even care to acknowledge the likes of you?!"
Vegeta smirked in response. His silent confidence increasing her discomfort...
Just that moment she noticed the proximity of his lips...and couldn't resist the urge to bite hers...
Bulma: "I-I...I...I sprained my neck Vegeta." – She bluntly told him the first lie she was able to concoct. – "I must have pulled a muscle earlier, and somehow...turning my head to this side eases the pain...so...yeah...you just happened to be sitting in that direction... I was not trying to look at you or something like that..." – She touched her left trapezius to prove her point.
The Saiyan raised an eyebrow at her, but allowed his smirk to grow softer...
He knew she was trying her best to deceive him...but he enjoyed watching her grasping at straws way too much to ruin her act.
Vegeta: "Let me have a look..." – he gently offered, sensually swiping her velvety hair over her right shoulder.
The unexpected contact of his fingers on her skin, sent shivers sweeping all over her body.
Vegeta: "We might have to open one of these..." – he breathed on her neck, as he slowly traced his hand along the collar of her pjs, down to the first cloud shaped button.
He caressed her with such a delicate touch, she'd never have thought he could have...
The kindness of his brushes rendered her speechless, as she allowed him to tend to her fake sprain.
Her heartbeat quickened as he unfastened the button of her pjs' top, before exposing her left shoulder to his gaze.
Vegeta: "Turn..." – he smiled at the genius, taking in all the beauty of her vulnerable, trusting self.
Bulma nodded and complied, her heart pounding hard from this unexpected intimate moment with the Saiyan.
Her white lie was daunting her, but she'd do anything she could to treasure this moment...
Vegeta: "Where does it hurt...?" – he whispered whilst soothingly stroking her neck muscles – "Here...?" – he questioned applying deep pressure to a trigger point on her left trapezius.
Bulma: "Ummm...yeah...I think so..." – her voice came out husky, as she tried to control the shocking response his touch was eliciting from her body.
She guiltily blushed. She was taking advantage of him for her own sensual pleasure...but she couldn't find the will to make him stop...
Vegeta didn't seem to mind, and he was tenderly kneading her muscles in search of a knot he knew wasn't there.
He loved the feeling of her silky skin under his hands...but most of all, he loved the utter surrender he was evoking from her delicate features.
When her breathing became ragged, and she leaned on his broad chest, he had to fight the urge not to tear her top to pieces, and make the genius his.
Bulma: "You're good Vegeta..." – she sensually moaned, as tingles lashed freely through her body.
When she dropped her head back to reveal her white neck, he knew things had gone way too far...
Vegeta: "Someone seems to be enjoying this, just a little bit too much..." – he whispered in her ear sending shivers down her spine.
Bulma gasped with a small start and bit her lip out of shame...softly closing her eyes as she felt Vegeta's nose sinfully tracing her jawline, before teasingly sliding down the side of her neck...
Vegeta: "Breathe..." – his hot breath skidded down her neck evoking a lustful response from her betraying body.
A greedy tingle formed between Bulma's thighs, and she was failing to keep her legs still...
When she felt his lips brush against the nook of her neck, she whimpered in thirst and desire.
The prince smirked when he smelled her arousal, relishing in the power he knew he held over her.
Vegeta: "I seem to be unable to find any contraction, woman..." – he murmured to the genius as his right hand glided along her responsive skin, tracing the line of her clavicles. – "Have you been lying to me, little one...?"
The Saiyan's rasp words were enough to make her squirm in his arms, frightened by him, but at the same time completely enticed by this alien prince, who could trigger the most diverse overwhelming emotions in her.
Bulma: "I-I..."
Vegeta: "Do you think that I like being lied to...?" – he threatened whilst wrapping his skilled fingers around her exposed neck.
Bulma answered by shaking her head side-to-side, trying to hide her unwanted libido.
The warrior's left hand had found his way under her top, and was tediously teasing her belly.
Vegeta: "What do you think happens to frail little weaklings like you, that mischievously lie to my face?" – his voice was assertive and demanding, and Bulma was lost in his game.
Bulma: "I-I...wouldn't know Vegeta...I wasn't lying to you...I real- ...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
The Saiyan didn't even allow her to complete her sentence, before he started a strenuous tickling session on her. This got the genius helplessly floundering about, trying her best to free herself from his 'tactile torture'.
Bulma: "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! VEGETA! STOP IT! PLEASE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOP IT!" – she was enjoying every second of it, but at the same time, she was starting to find it almost hard to breathe because of the uncontrollable non-stop induced laughter.
Vegeta: "No woman! I will not stop! You have lied to me and have earned your own sanction." – He sentenced authoritatively, determined to assert that he was not going to bend at her pleas.
Bulma squirmed from her skin's overwhelmed sensitivity, shrieking at the prince's unrelenting administrations.
Bulma: "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! But I wasn't LYING! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! VEGETA! PLEASE! PLE- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! It's starting to hurt! PLEASE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" – tears formed in her eyes from the violent guffaw, and the pressure in her bladder was starting to become somewhat unbearable...
He enjoyed watching her struggle, an expression between pleasure and pain...
The feeling of her body wriggling under his touch was driving the prince insane.
Vegeta was aware that she was slowly managing to carve out her own little place in his heart, but he was also grateful, that she seemed so unaware, to even notice the power she was starting to have over him.
He'd make sure he'd keep things that way.
She was trouble, the kind of trouble that could keep him from claiming his birthright.
The kind of trouble he'd decided long ago to avoid...
Vegeta: "I will not stop because you ask me to...you are not in charge. I am. Admit that you lied to me...and I might show mercy."
Bulma: "Mmmmhhhh!" – her facial expression was reflecting her vehement endeavour to try to tear the Saiyan's hands away from her sides. A helpless battle, as she of course was powerless to his strength.
Vegeta wouldn't let her breathe...although he could tell she was edging her breaking point.
Bulma: "PLEEEEEASE! VEH-GEH-TAH!" – she stuttered unable to catch her breath properly – "HAH-HAHAHA-HAHAHAHAH! I-It's...It's not even FUN anymore! HELP! PLEASE STOP! STOP! PLEASE! I'M GOING TO...! ARGH!"
Vegeta's sadistic tickling was testing the limits of her endurance...if he wasn't going to end this immediately...she would probably pee in her pants. Embarrassingly. Literally.
Vegeta: "Admit you're a deceiving fibber, and I'll stop." – his voice was that of an experienced inquisitor, not of a playful mate.
That moment Bulma realized this was not just a joke for him, but a power game...a challenge he knew she'd have no chance to win.
She hated to have to admit it, but if she wanted to come out of this with her dignity intact, she would have to confess her 'lie'.
Fuc***g as****e! Always true to his rotting core!
She'd get her revenge some day...but this was no time for planning vengeance...
She had urgent matters in hand, and not wetting herself, or choking to death, were priorities she couldn't ignore...
Bulma: "Fine! Fine! FINE! I SURRENDER! I ADMIT IT! I LIED! HAPPY NOW?!"
At her admission Vegeta immediately stopped the stimulation, allowing the genius to slowly regain control of her breath.
She sighed in relief and closed her eyes, gradually getting a hold of her hypersensitive body.
She was spent, and tiredly rested her back on the Saiyan's chest.
Vegeta: "Am I your chair now, woman?" – he sternly inquired, as he sweetly swiped stray strands of hair from her eyes and her face.
Bulma: "No Vegeta, you are not a chair. You are just a dumba*s bastar*d." – she weakly replied, wiping away the small layer of sweat that had formed on her brow. – "Why do you always have to be so fuc***g mean to me, when all I'm ever trying to do is be your friend?" – the genius whiningly wailed, as she turned around to gently hug the prince tight.
He allowed it, but growled at her and rolled his eyes...this story was starting to get old...
Vegeta: "See Bulma, it's really hard for me to believe that you're only after a friendship, when you seem totally unable to keep your hands or your eyes to yourself when you're around me."
Her cheeks turned red, and she buried her face in the Saiyan's neck.
Bulma's heart was pounding madly in her chest, and she didn't have a clue what to reply...
She was at loss for words again, and was sure he could feel her erratic heartbeat throbbing violently against his own...
Luckily the prince put her out of her misery...
Vegeta: "Oh woman...what am I going to have to do with you...?" – his voice had a soft, gentle tone to it, that nullified his rough exterior.
Bulma shrugged her shoulders delicately, and ever so slightly parted from the Saiyan, just enough for her to meet his gaze.
Her arms were still holding him, and their bodies were still in close contact...
Her big doe eyes and her pouting lips, were begging the prince for a kiss.
He had to gasp for air to control himself, not to fall in her trap head first.
If he were to listen to the fire this woman kindled in his groin, she'd have him right at her mercy...
But that was not going to happen...not in his book.
Not until he reached his goals at least...
No distractions allowed. None at all...
He enjoyed spending time with her, and also playing and fooling around...but this was a dangerous game they were engaging in...
And they both seemed completely enticed.
Vegeta: "Get off me!" – he bellowed his command as a murderous threat.
She instinctively froze in surprise, then acknowledged the lack of danger.
A cheeky thought formed in her mind, she wanted to defy Vegeta's command, just for the sake of seeing what would happen...
A bratty smirk appeared on her lips, and challenge shone in her eyes.
She confronted the Saiyan silently, and daringly shook her head no.
Vegeta: "No...?" – he raised his eyebrows at her, defying her smug expression.
Bulma: "No!" – she provoked him, her sassy tone trying his patience.
This insignificant weakling had again found the nerve to dare him...
If nothing, he found it amusing...was she seriously testing his power and authority?
He smirked his deadly smirk at her.
If that was what she wanted, he'd meet every single one of Bulma's challenges, until she'd finally admit defeat.
Vegeta: "Have it your way then." – In supersonic speed he bound her completely, tightly wrapping the throw around her entire body, leaving the genius completely speechless and paralyzed. – "That should keep you in place for the time being." – he sat her up by his side, then squeezed her face with one hand, to force her to meet his gaze. – "Now shut up that smart mouth of yours, before I also seek something to gag you with!"
Bulma stuck her nose in the air, and turned her face away from him scornfully.
She didn't even have time to blink before the Saiyan attacked her exposed cheekbone with a bite.
He didn't clench hard enough for her to bleed, but hard enough for her to fear pain...
She gasped with a small start, and as he felt her body tense, he let go.
Vegeta: "Stop giving me attitude woman! Or it will get you killed one day..."
Bulma sighed in defeat, and irrationally snuggled against him.
Her subconscious probably wanted to hide her disappointment from him, her weakness, her sadness, her frustration, her tears...
She couldn't understand him...his behaviour was so incoherent.
He'd let her in, then kick her out...
It was truly disheartening.
He could sense her disillusionment glooming over them, and once again cursed himself for being a jerk to her...
He stroked her cheek with his palm, and sweetly held her.
Then touched her chin with 2 fingers, and led her eyes to meet his.
Vegeta: "What are those crocodile tears, huh? They're not allowed here!" – he scolded whilst wiping them gently away. – "I don't want to fight you, whining brat, but you should really stop pushing my buttons. I don't know how to behave nicely, nor I care to. So leave me alone...and you'll see we'll get along..."
Bulma: "No! YOU leave me alone...and you'll see I can behave 'graciously', your Royal Highness!" – she sarcastically spat back at him, fire again dancing in her eyes.
Vegeta: "You're playing hard to tame with the wrong Saiyan, woman..." – he tauntingly replied, a smile forming on his face, as he struggled to conceal the genuine amusement her stubborn pride was eliciting in him.
The genius grinned back at him, and they both cracked out laughing.
The prince couldn't believe himself, he had again allowed her to fondle his heart.
What an annoying little vixen, yet a frustratingly adorable one...
He sighed.
Vegeta: "Can we go on with the episode now?" – he asked with fake annoyance, as he ruffled her hair vexingly to provoke her.
Bulma: "Hey! Stop it!" – She complained irked, unable to defend herself properly as she was still helplessly bound by the throw. – "Are you going to let me out of this thing, or not, you prick?!" – She strongly demanded, trying ineffectively to wriggle herself free.
Vegeta: "No. I think you're good there. It gives me peace of mind to know you have no way to molest me with those sneaky little hands of yours..." – he joked heartily, turning away from Bulma to press 'PLAY' on the remote.
This got her fuming, and she headbutted his shoulder with all of her might.
This of course brought her a deal more of pain that it could ever bring the Saiyan, and her frustration had now reached its limit.
Vegeta: "Shhhh! Easy there!" – he provocatively hushed her – "You're gonna hurt yourself, cat..." – he playfully replied, clearly boasting about his unquestionable physical preeminence.
She growled at the prince, then gave up, snuggling against the warrior's side.
He surprisingly did the unexpected; wrapping an arm around her shoulder, to hold Bulma tight.
She gasped with a start and froze, then turned her face to watch him in awe.
Vegeta: "Do you need a navigator to locate the screen, woman?" – he endearingly mocked her, feeling her eyes on his features.
She blushed profusely, and felt his strong hand on the top of her head, firmly directing her face towards the TV.
She stopped fighting the prince, and caved in.
They sat together for two hours, in the most comfortable of silences, throughout the first two episodes of the series.
As the end credits rolled down the screen, Bulma could feel herself starting to doze off, and was unwilling to prevent it.
She let herself slide down Vegeta's side, and slowly managed to free her arms from the restraining throw. As her cheek touched the pillow, and her body relaxed, she allowed a soft moan to escape from her lips.
Bulma's vulnerability, her innocent actions, and her defenceless frame, caused an involuntary reaction in the prince's groin...
He had to get her out of there, before he'd do things to her he'd later regret...
Bulma: "Sleep well Vegeta..." – she whispered soothingly, as her body gave in to slumber.
Vegeta: "Oh no you don't!" – he quickly reacted, shaking the genius awake – "There is no way in hell you are spending the night here Bulma...off you go!"
She looked up at him, a pained expression that quickly morphed into blue 'Puss in Boot eyes'...
Bulma: "But why?! It's a king size bed Vegeta! There is plenty of room for the two of us! Hush now, won't you? Let me sleep..." – she turned her back to the Saiyan and hugged the cushion tight. – "You won't even notice I'm here...I promise! Good Night Veggie-kun!"
Vegeta: "What did you just call me...?" – he fisted her hair and pulled her head back, as the threat in his tone awoke a baffling desire across the genius' skin.
She knew she was in trouble, yet weirdly loved it.
She bit down on her lip, and tentatively turned her gaze to face him.
The warrior tugged at her blue locks harder, vigorously demanding an answer.
That made her gasp.
Bulma: "I-I...I called you Veggie-kun, Vegeta...come on! It's no big deal! You call me woman, brat, wench, cat...anything you please, whenever you please! Why is it ok for you to do so? And not for me?! And stop it! You're hurting me, Vegeta!"
Vegeta: "I am not hurting you woman, you know that." – he whispered in her ear sending shivers down her spine – "And that will be Prince Vegeta for you, from now on...do we agree on that little one...?" – he tightened his grip around Bulma's hair and forced her to arch back and expose her white milky neck to him. – "Sit up!" – he commanded, pulling her up on her knees, her back facing his chest.
She was maddeningly, rousingly silent as she tried to hide back her growing lust for the Saiyan, manhandling her with such skilled, deft hands.
Vegeta: "Do you want to know why I can call you whatever I please whenever I please, woman?" – he pulled her curls a little tighter so that her head was almost leaning on his shoulder.
His breath on her sensitive skin got her body to beautifully tremble.
Her exposed pulse was beating rapidly, and informing the prince she was getting more aroused by the second.
At the same time, her scent was driving the warrior insane...
Their incredible stubbornness was making this a lose-lose situation for both parts involved... neither of them wanted to be the first to cave in.
The level of frustration in the room had become unbearable.
He suddenly grabbed and twisted her arm behind her back, as he hauled her by the hair against his body.
Vegeta: "I can because...I can outpower you cat..." – his teasing lips moved their way down her neck, causing the most wonderful quivers. – "You're helpless against me...and you love it...".
She tried in vain to push herself away from him, although her lustful whimpers made it clear that it was just for show...
Bulma: "Stop calling me that! And I do not like this at all!" – no cry of complaint was able to hide the burning desire she felt for the prince. She moaned, betrayed by her own body.
He released his iron grips to sensually brush his fingertips along her arms.
The genius could swear she felt his lips curl into a grin across her skin.
Vegeta: "Then leave. Nothing is stopping you..." – he deliberately provoked, testing the genius' patience.
She stood there stoically, unwilling to make her move, reluctant to play his game...
Bulma: "I won't. You'll have to make me Vegeta."
Vegeta: "Make you...? Oh Bulma...you have no idea what you are putting yourself into..."
Before she could even process his words, he had her pinned to the wall by the side of his door.
Vegeta: "Enough toying! And once again, you must address me as Prince." – he whispered darkly on her lips as he shot daggers down her eyes to intimidate her. – "You're playing a dangerous game with a sadistic murderer, woman. I revel in your fear and discomfort. I thrive in your dismay. Go away before I make you cry to oblivion by fu****g you hard in every hole that you have. Stay one more minute, and I will take that as a personal invitation..."
She stood petrified, yet incredibly turned on by his tantalizing threats...
Her wetness sent droplets of lust tickling her tauntingly down her thighs, whilst her sweet scent was driving the Saiyan to the brink of insanity.
Bulma could hardly breath from excitement and greed, as his hard body held her still against the wall.
Vegeta was so aroused he knew that if she stayed just a second longer, he would not be able to put a stop to things, even if he wanted.
With the little self-control he had left in his groin, he swung the door open, pushed Bulma out, then slammed the door close in her face.
Locking it for extra precaution...
It took the genius a few seconds to fully process what had just happened, and what might have actually happened instead...
She was shrieking with rage and frustration, and started knocking on his door demanding entrance.
Bulma: "Let me in, Vegeta! This is NO WAY to treat a girl! May we at least get a chance to talk this through...?"
Vegeta: "No, woman! There is nothing to talk about! GO TO SLEEP! Just be grateful that at least one of us has some decency in them! And take at least THREE ice-cold showers before you hit the bed. I have no intention to be bothered by your ignited flickering Ki as you are fully engrossed 'pleasure cruising' tonight..."
Bulma: "Wait! WHAT?! – The Saiyan's last affirmation had left her speechless, shocked, embarrassed, blushing and infuriated...had he really 'caught' her masturbating...?! – "YOU PERVERT! Stop 'spying' on me! This is awful! AWFUL! That is part of my private-fu****g-life, you alien bastard! ARGH! FUCK YOU VEGETA! I HATE YOU! HATE YOU!"
And with that, she kicked his door with all of her might, before stomping her way to her room.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
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I am so so so sorry for the incredibly long wait!
Please forgive me! :) I will be unable to keep a fix schedule all summer, but I promise I will not abandon this, and I will keep writing at least 1 hour a day! :)
How do you feel about this last chapter...
Isn't it torturous teasing pleasure pain?! :D Hahahahaha
Things are starting to get HOT!
How long will they resist?
Who will cave in first...?!
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