The woman pointed down and Vegeta dropped fast enough that she squealed and wrapped her legs around him. Vegeta though about every non-sexy thing that had ever happened in his entire life. He set her down abruptly outside a large, imposing building that proclaimed itself "West City Public Library" in large letters above the glass doors.
"Sweet fucking gods, woman, is this…is this whole building filled with books?" Vegeta breathed, his hard-on trying to rise again with appreciation that the woman had brought him to this treasure trove.
"Mostly. There are movies and music and other resources for people—"
Vegeta grabbed her hand and dragged her inside. He looked around in wonder. Shelves upon shelves upon shelves of books lay before him. There were clusters of computers. There were signs above each group of shelves. He spun back to the woman, his eyes wide, and said, "Is…is an audiobook…can you listen to books as well?"
The woman nodded with a little smile. "You said you weren't dumb, Vegeta."
"Holy fuck. Look at this place. How much does it cost to have access? Can I render some service to you in order to pay for it?" Vegeta said, staring in awe as he started toward a section called "Nonfiction." Perhaps that would help him figure out all the bizarre shit the humans did.
"No, Vegeta, that's the whole thing about a library—it's free as long as you bring things back. You can't be a thief like you are with my mom's crotch novels."
"Thief is a strong word. I return most of them," Vegeta huffed, but he couldn't even muster real anger. He wanted to fuck the woman right up against the shelves of neatly, sensibly organized books.
"I dunno, Vegeta, Rhett and Lana looked pretty…well-used."
"I certainly don't get cum on your mother's books. I'm an asshole, but I'm not filthy and I'm not some teenager who can't manage his own giz. Good gods," he said, absently walking down the aisles, touching the volumes reverently. He noticed the woman was no longer walking alongside him. He turned and saw her standing with flushed cheeks and big, shocked eyes. He glanced hurriedly to make sure he wasn't happily touching books about bestiality or cannibalism or some other thing that would make him seem like a less than ideal mate. He was apparently looking at books about the various wars the humans had created.
He felt his own cheeks flush. Was the woman concerned he would wage war on the humans? He almost snorted. It would just be genocide, not war. "Why…why are you looking at me like that?" Vegeta said taking a step back toward her.
"You…I…" she stammered and then lowered her voice to a barely audible whisper, "Did you just admit to masturbating to my mother's trashy erotica?"
Vegeta wished she would stop insulting his books. "Not the poorly executed ones, no. But the good ones, yes, absolutely. Isn't that purpose of verbal pornography?" He stepped closer as she shushed him. "What does that have to do with the library? I told you I don't damage the books when I read them. I return them to your mother in the condition I found them."
"Vegeta! I…that…I meant…I didn't think you used them to jerk off! I didn't even know you…you did that!"
Vegeta's nostril flared and his lip hitched up. He hissed very quietly, "I told you I haven't had sex in nearly four years! Do humans not even masturbate? For fuck's sake, what is wrong with your species!?" This revelation horrified Vegeta. Did that mean the woman hadn't experienced any sexual gratification even with herself? Vegeta wondered which way the pity should be flowing on the hill of sexuality between them. At least Vegeta had had a great deal of excellent sex in his life and jerked off whenever he needed release. Perhaps he should pity-fuck her. He gaped, waiting for her answer.
The woman's cheeks turned nearly purple and she looked quickly around before she said, "No! I mean, yes, of course humans masturbate, jeez, Vegeta, but…but they don't talk about it!"
He crossed his arms and leaned in closer as she'd gotten even quieter. "Why? If humans all do it, why don't they speak of it?"
"Well…it's like…like…like sex. It's just…it's private."
"So is shitting, but people still have bathrooms and acknowledge their use, correct?"
"Vegeta! I…how…it…why are you so blasé about sex? Like it's no big deal?!"
"I greatly enjoy sex, so in that sense it's a big deal, but it isn't as if it's some rare mystical unicorn, obviously, given how many humans seethe all over this planet. Humans must breed quite a lot, and unless there is an extensive system of artificial insemination, I assume it is because most humans have sex, both to breed and for pleasure…so…it's not really a big deal?" Vegeta said the last part as a question. Vegeta found the woman's attitude about sex confusing. "The only reason I haven't had sex on Earth is—" Vegeta stopped. He swallowed hard. "I find this exact attitude confusing. It isn't done in space the way you humans seem to do it, with a lot of nonsense and rigamarole and insinuations. I'm all for flirtation and the thrill of courting, but nothing humans do makes sense in their attitudes about sex. Which is it? Is it a magical unicorn of purity or trash? How can it be both?"
The woman stared at him. "I…I don't want to talk about this!"
"What? You brought it up!" Vegeta said, flabbergasted at her bowing out of this conversation that she kept bringing him back to over and over again. "Why? I want to understand! I can't bear the thought of the rest of my life with just my fucking hand, woman! I want to understand the…the…the methodology of mating on this fucking planet!" Vegeta's cheeks flushed. He hadn't meant to reveal quite how distressed he was about his loneliness. About the prospect of spending the rest of his life like this: trapped here with nothing but written descriptions of sex.
She searched his eyes and said, "I thought your books taught you all about it?" She crossed her arms and gave him her smuggest "I-know-better-than-you" look.
"If that were the case, then…" Vegeta trailed off. If he and the woman were in one of the books, she would have fallen for him, she would want him, and the fact that he was broken and worthless would be the very reason she wanted him. All the heroines of those stories wanted to fix the men they interacted with, often struggling and fighting until they eventually fell into one another's arms and soothed each other's loneliness. "Fuck this. I'm going to train. Thank you for showing me the library."
Vegeta strode out of the library and launched into the air, trying to ignore the chill of the tears streaming down his cheeks. He needed to hide from her until her heat passed. It was torture being around her at all, but especially when she was in heat. He thought after their silly picnics they were on more open terms of speaking, but then she seemed distressed by his speaking more candidly about his feelings. Humans were insane.
Vegeta stepped out of the shower that evening and dried off with chi to go into his closet. He only wanted warm clothes to go out and find a nice place to stargaze. He needed to get the woman off his mind as well as all the memories that she'd stirred up with her wine and her beer. Her attitude about sex seemed to indicate there was little hope of relief between her legs, let alone in her affections. Vegeta felt like crying again, but he would stave it off until he was safely on some remote mountaintop.
"Jeez, just because I've seen you naked once doesn't mean you have to keep flaunting your stuff," the woman's voice said from outside on the balcony.
"Good gods, woman! What are you doing here?" Vegeta snapped, but made no effort to conceal his nudity. He strutted into his closet. He didn't need her for this. He didn't need her for anything. Wanting was not needing and he took a deep breath, repeating those words in his mind like a mantra.
"Are you admitting defeat? I want to hear you say it, say, 'Bulma, you are a better teacher than me and I was wrong to insult you,'" the infuriating woman said, trailing after him to the closet, likely to continue ogling his ass and then pretending not to like sex.
Vegeta glowered at her and said, "How about this, you maddening creature: I admit that I have no fucking patience for your confusing bullshit tonight and I'm tired of…of…of…of this!" He waved his hand back and forth between them, pulling on a clean pair of battle suit pants. He wouldn't bother with the armor, of course, there were no real threats on this planet except Kakarot, and that imbecile would't bother Vegeta.
"You don't like hanging out with me? I thought we had fun the past couple nights," the woman said sulkily.
"What?" Vegeta said, turning back to her again, holding his shirt in his hand. The woman's eyes roamed over his bare, scarred torso. He smelled her arousal and her heat, now fully upon her. What the hell was her plan? Why did she do this to both of them? She clearly at least wanted him physically and was ready to breed. Vegeta just wanted to understand why she wouldn't at least give him that, even if she found him lacking as a mate. Scraps were fine when one was starving, even if one wanted the whole meal.
"You can't tell me you didn't have fun the past couple nights. I felt like I was finally getting to know you, you stubborn ass. You even laughed and stuff, and not, like, maniacal villain laugh, but like you actually had fun with me," the woman said, her hands on her hips, blocking his escape from the closet. Why were they always in his closet? The woman was clever, trapping him in such close quarters with only one exit.
"Of course I had fun, what does that have to do with anything?" Vegeta said, throwing his hands in the air with exasperation.
"Then why are you fleeing tonight? I'm pretty pissed you left me at the fucking library. I had to call my mom to come get me. But I got you some godsdamned books anyway, you jerk. I put them by your bed. I'm expanding your horizons, but there's some good love stories that aren't porn."
"See, this, right here, what is your issue with sex?" Vegeta said, crossing his arms tightly.
"I don't have any issues with sex!" the woman cried.
"You pried about what my sex life was like before, you mock my books, you act completely fucking scandalized that a grown man who's been years, fucking years, without sex masturbates. You practically passed out seeing my prick. Have you had some sort of unpleasant experience? Did that piece of shit rape you? Why can't you make up your mind? You brought it up with me while I was drunk, I assume to make my tongue looser. You clearly wanted to know all about my sexual and romantic history, yet when I even suggest that you have a history or thoughts or opinions, you become flustered and agitated, angry even. I don't like it! It's unfair! You ripped open my wounds, why shouldn't I do the same to you?" Vegeta said, his voice shaking and he realized he'd stepped into her space, that their faces were inches apart. He could feel her breath, smell every part of her. He searched her beautiful blue eyes.
She said softly, "I ripped open wounds?"
He closed his eyes and blew a breath out his nose, shaking his head. "Yes," he opened his eyes and let her see his misery, "You did it on purpose with your bottle of wine. Fuck it. If you want to learn to fly, let's get it over with," Vegeta said and started out of the closet.
He looked down when her hand gripped his bicep. Her eyes felt like they were reaching inside him and she said, "I didn't mean to hurt you, Vegeta. I just…I want you to let me in."
He threw his head back and laughed bitterly. He smirked as he rolled his head down and he stepped toward her. She backed away until he had her pinned against the wall just outside his closet. "Yes, so it would seem, you would like to be allowed to prod and poke every last injury in what's left of my soul, but you, you, share nothing of yourself. You speak of me letting you in, but you have shown me nothing of yourself except your ferocity and your brilliance, which, while alluring, do not lend themselves to intimacy. So fuck right off, with your 'let me in' bullshit, I am not the one who is reticent," he snarled.
Vegeta breathed hard, having spoken much more harshly than he meant to speak to her. It wasn't her fault that he understood nothing of this stupid fucking planet's cultures even after years. Yet he was irritated at her. They had had fun, but she parried every effort he made to gain entrance into her inner life, while he opened himself up to blow after blow. He was pathetic to allow her to abuse him this way.
The woman didn't look him in the eye. She stared at his lips. Vegeta, against all the screaming warning bells in his head, tilted his head to the side and pressed his lips against hers as he dropped his shirt and cupped her face gently in his hands.
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