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Chapter 4
Vegeta pointed accusingly at the laptop. "Woman, you're obsessed with me!"
"I... eh.." Bulma started unsure. "hey! What did you just say?" she exclaimed after a few seconds of realization.
"I know you want me, woman, but aren't you a bit exaggerating?" he asked as he walked closer to the laptop.
Bulma just looked in awe as he passed her, not giving a glanse at her, just staring at the image.. did he really think that..
"You even enhanced your breasts on that drawning of yours.. that's really pethatic."
She was confused, she was offended, she was Bulma.
"WHAT!!" the blue haired woman yelled. "Let me get this straight Vegeta, my breasts are perfectly in the size they are and-."
"Hah!" The proud prince interruped her. "I'm sure even Kakarot's mate has got bigger ones."
"You WHAT!" Bulma screamed with all her might.
Vegeta smirked, so fully enjoying to tease this extraordinairy human female.
"It's okay," he said ensuring her. "It's good to surpress your feelings by drawing your body less ugly."
This was going to be fun.
"AARRHHH!!" She yelled. "You are impossible! My body is perfect, thank you very much. And for your information I didn't even dr-"
"It's okay, little one." He chuckled, interrupting her once again. "You don't have to lie to me, we both know that you want to change your body. Maybe we should see that doctor in town, some plastic surgery would do you-"
"I don't need plastic surgery you dip shit! I'm already beautiful, and tall!" she emphasized the tall-part to offend the one inch shorter saiyan prince.
"O really!" He said amused. "Then tell me, why did you draw your body like that on the picture!?"
"Gah! I didn't even draw the damned picture!" she yelled frustrated.
He chuckled, and started to walk over to her. Causing Bulma to take a few steps back, something in his look made her shiver. Soon she was pressed between the wall and his body, both equel solid.
"What!?" she exclaimed obviously irritated. Sometimes, at times like these, Vegeta would go act all dangerous-like, the freaking thing was that she didn't know whether to run in his arms, or the hell away from him when he did that..
"Then tell me, little one." he whispered in her ear. "Who did?"
She shivered once again, and turned her head away, knowing that if she didn't.. he was too close for her liking. Well.. for her liking?
He was sending chills down her spine. She felt naked under his gaze.
Damn him for having this effect on her.
"I don't know Vegeta," she gently pushed him of her. Or so she tried. Strong Vegeta didn't let her.
"What?" he chuckled. "Feeling uncormfortable?"
No, not at all Vegeta, I'm just shivering like hell for nothing!
"There was this Yamcha's Babe that e-mailed me." she started to explain, in order to avoid his former question. "She mailed me with this stuff called fanfiction, stories, about us.." She quickly added "about the z-gang."
He stepped back, giving her the oppurtunity to breathe properly.
"I tried some links out, and eventually I ended up here. It's a fanfiction page.. or something like that." The blue haired scientist continued. "They know stuff about us.. I don't really know how, but they seem to.." she was searching for the right words. "Idolize us." She didn't know how else to explain.
Vegeta nodded and turned around to face the laptop. "So you're saying that there is some kind of clique.. that made that drawning?"
"Well yeah.." Bulma walked over to her bed. "Come here, I'll show you." she said as her hand reached out for the mouse.
Vegeta followed her example and went to sit next to her, his hand leaning on the other side of the bed. Capturing Bulma between the laptop and him..
Somewhat nervous, she clicked the fanfiction link to show him. She scrolled over the page to show the different titles and summaries.
"You see!" she said to prove her point. "They're the ones that are obsessed with you, not me."
Vegeta grunted in response. "Wait!" he suddenly bellowed as she abruptly stopped scrolling over the page.
"What?" she asked.
"Let me read that one."
Bulma's gaze leaded to the screen. And swallowed, he surely didn't mean that one.. did he?
"What do these pethatic people mean with lemon?" he asked.
Why did Kami hate her so much?