All day Tuesday, Bulma developed her plan on how to get into Dr. Vegeta Ouji's pants. Though it may be the most obvious trope, she decided to pursue the naughty schoolgirl angle. She barely had to act, since she was literally trying to seduce her teacher.

Instead of donning sweats and a messy bun to class like usual, this Wednesday she wore a tight sweater with a deep v-neck, a plaid mini skirt, and thigh high stockings. If the ogling of her male classmates was anything to go by, she nailed the outfit.

Today Bulma sat in the front row, leaning forward just enough to let her cleavage spill out of her sweater and giving Vegeta bedroom eyes the entirety of his lecture.

Anytime his eyes landed on her, she gave her best sexy poses, gingerly caressing down neck to draw his eye toward her chest or biting her finger provocatively. It was clear he was trying not to react, because he never let his lustful eyes linger.

After he dismissed the class, Bulma skipped over to the front of the room and sang, "Dr. Ouji?"

He turned around after erasing the board and gave her outfit a once over before lifting an eyebrow and asking, "is it Halloween already?"

"What? You don't like?" Bulma pouted.

"That's not what I said," Vegeta replied cooly as he began putting his lecture materials in his bag. "What can I help you with, Miss Briefs?" His question seeming overly formal.

"Welllll," she began, her tone sweet yet suggestive. "I was hoping we could go back to your office..." Bulma stepped closer to place a dainty finger on his broad chest, "and you could tell me in explicit detail..." her blue eyes sparkled with hidden meaning, "all the things you want me to do... " She bit her lip before adding, "regarding my lab notes."

Vegeta swallowed before saying, "very well, follow me." He grabbed his bag, turned the lights off as he exited the lecture hall, and headed towards his office with a mischievous Bulma in tow.

Vegeta leaned back in his desk chair and reviewed her revised lab notes, quietly grunting to himself as his eyes scanned the pages. While he was distracted, Bulma got up from her chair and made her way behind his desk. When she hopped up to sit on it, he looked up from his reading.

She sat directly in front of him with her stocking clad legs crossed. "What do you think?" she whispered as she softly dragged her fingertips from her knee up, reveling her bare thigh from under her skirt. Vegeta's eyes carefully followed her sinful movements. "About my lab notes," she added with a playful smirk as his eyes bore into hers.

Vegeta carelessly tossed her lab notes over his shoulder before prying apart her knees to position himself between her legs. He slid his rough hands up her thighs and landed on her bare ass with a firm grasp. Bulma moaned under his touch as her hands reflexively wrapped around his neck.

He lunged forward to capture her lips in his and she returned his kiss with equal enthusiasm. His hands slid up her back to pull her closer as her hands fingered through his hair. Bulma parted her lips in invitation, and his tongue met hers as they deepened their kiss.

His erection pressed against her thigh, as her hands gingerly traced down his shoulders. He pulled away from her lips and began trailing soft, wet kisses up her neck before giving her earlobe a playful nibble.

The heiress was attempting to catch her breath when she heard him speak. "Bulma?" The sound of her name in his husky whisper sending chills throughout her body.

"Hmm?" was all she could manage, her mind consumed by the sensations he provided.

"This is inappropriate. Has that ever occurred to you?" He parroted her words from the first day of class, but punctuated the question with a smirk. Clearly he was not a man concerned about what is or is not appropriate.