Wired

Vegeta didn't have to shout at her. Somehow intrinsically attuned to his presence, Bulma looked up from the device she was working on and took one look at his face before sighing, "Again? Fine, give me five minutes. Go glower at the birds or something while you wait."

Vegeta scowled, but he knew better than to argue with her unless he wished for the GR to remain broken. Besides, the less he engaged with her the better. The way she talked to him was unnerving. The woman was so casual and dismissive, speaking to him as she did her idiot friends, as if he wasn't an infamous mass-genocidal warrior born from the darkest parts of the universe that she should be treading more lightly around.

Putting her insolence aside for now, Vegeta went to the kitchens for a snack while he waited for the GR to be repaired. After he felt like a generous amount of time had lapsed, Vegeta made his way back to the GR, expecting to find it in working order once more.

Instead, he found a long column of pale thigh rising up to support a luscious ass that spilled out of the world's tiniest shorts.

Holy shit.

Bulma was half bent over the power core, tools and wires strewn about her. Gone was her modest white lab coat, replaced by a pair of skimpy black shorts, a pink tank top with her name audaciously stretched across her breasts, and a red cap that kept her silken locks out of her face as she tried to fix the wiring. Her firm figure glistened with sweat in the stuffy interior of the GR, made worse by the lack of a working AC.

The loud snap of her gum as she blew and burst a bubble jolted Vegeta back to the present.

"The hell is this?" He demanded. Meaning the still broken GR and not her provocative outfit. Mostly.

"Oh, Vegeta? Yeah, sorry stud, but it looks like you did a real number on it this time. It'll probably take me a few hours to get it working again."

Bulma wiped the back of her hand over her brow, brushing a large smear of motor oil across her face. Vegeta's cheek twitched, refusing to acknowledge any such sentimentality as cute.

"Holy dragon balls, is it hot in here," she exclaimed. Putting down her wrench, Bulma grabbed the hem of her shirt and started pulling it up.

Vegeta's eyes bugged bigger than two moons before he hastily gave her his back. "WH-WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING, WOMAN?" he demanded, appalled and flushed with a burst of heat that had nothing to do with the broken AC.

"Relax, I have a sports bra on."

Considering how little clothing she was already wearing, Vegeta didn't stick around to see how much a 'sports bra' would barely cover. He stormed out of the GR before the uncirculated heat of the enclosed space — and not her state of undress — messed with his head any more.

The sharp pop! of her bubble gum saluted his exit, sounding far too much like laughter. He grit his teeth, his cheeks as pink as her damnable candy.

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