Ch.7
By: Vegeta's Mate
Bulma opened the cupboard door, hunting for something to eat. She had wondered
what she should try and give Vegeta since he was still not healed and she didn't
want to give him something that would upset him.
~hmm... I wonder how he would feel about some noodles and rice...~ She decided
that that would be satisfactory seeing how they were some of his MANY favourite
foods and she herself had a craving for them.
She poured water into two pots and turned the stove on to get it boiling. She sat
down to wait for it to boil.
Her mind wandered back to the night before. She had awoken from
unconsciousness only to hear that Vegeta may not live. This of course had set her
into hysterics and even more so when they refused to let her see him. It went on
like that for 4 hours or so when they finally came out and told her that he was
going to be ok. She had then been given permission to see him. She of course had
readily accepted and headed in to see him. She had sat there for only a couple of
minutes when she noticed how distraught he looked, like he was having a bad
dream. She had then climbed up on the bed and cradled him. It just felt so right
and almost instantly he had calmed down...
~I wonder what had him so upset...?~ Her thoughts were interrupted as the water
began to boil. She got up and poured in the noodles and rice and stirred them.
~Just a few more minutes Veggie-Chan...~
Back in the guest room...
Vegeta woke up and slowly started to come to his senses. Still slightly disoriented,
he forgot that he was injured and his natural instincts sprang to life. ~Kuso! What
time is it?! I should have been training HOURS ago!~
He then went to sit up and harsh reality quickly set in as a wave of pain and nausea
shot through his body. He moaned slightly and promptly layed back down.
~Dammit! This is pathetic! Downed by own attack...~
"Hiya Vegeta! I'm so glad to see you're awake! How do you feel?"
Bulma said merrily as she entered the room balancing a tray loaded with food.
That got his attention.
She noticed his eyes stuck on the food and giggled. "Oh don't worry! I wasn't
about to let you starve to death."
He smiled slightly at that. He was STARVING! And the woman may not cook
very well, but at that moment he was willing to eat just about anything.
She placed the tray down on the table next to him and picked a second tray that
was next to the bed. She placed that one on Vegeta's lap.
He didn't know if he liked the idea of having it on his lap like that, but he decided
to wait and see what she planned to do. He sort of figured that this was how she
was going to give his food.
His theory was proven to be correct when she picked up a bowl of noodles and
rice and placed it on the tray.
"Here you go Your Majesty! Fresh from the kitchen!" She beamed. Her mother
had finally given her a few words of advice on how to cook something that was a
least eatable. So she was anxious to find out what he thought of it.
He eyed the food for a moment as if trying to decide if the relief from his huger
was worth the after effects form eating the food. His stomach growled faintly and
that helped him come to the decision to eat the food and pray that he didn't need to
be placed on life support after doing so.
He slowly forked (he solemnly refused to use those 'giant toothpicks') some of the
noodles and brought it up to his mouth.
Bulma was watching intently and on the edge of her seat trying to get closer to see
his reaction.
With one final prayer he popped the noodles into his mouth and started to chew.
Bulma's eyes were as big as saucers. "Well?! How is it?!" She had never felt so
nervous in her life and she was about to go absolutely insane if he didn't say
something soon.
She was about to ask again when he finally said, "It's....good..."
Bulma was absolutely beaming. Finally she had done something that had been to
his satisfactory. "Really?! It's good?!" She asked grabbing some of her own food.
She had to taste this herself!
Vegeta could only nod seeing how he was busy stuffing his face with noodles and
rice.
Bulma quickly stuffed some into her mouth as well and began to rigorously chew
on the hapless noodles. "Wowiee! It IS good!"
Vegeta finished his first and when he went to push the tray away, he winced and
doubled over a bit in pain.
"Vegeta! Are you ok?! What's wrong?!" She shot a hand up to steady him.
He pushed her hand away and cursed himself for showing how much pain he was
in. "As you can see I'm NOT ok and as for what's wrong, it's mostly my back right
now." He winced again as he tried to lay back down.
"Hey wait! Be careful! Let me help you. I know something that will at least help
ease the pain a little, if you'll let me try." She said in a surprisingly gentle tone.
He looked up at her in slight bewilderment and suspicion, trying to figure out what
she was up to.
"I know you don't trust me, but you'll have to learn to someday. So why not now
so I can help?" She said in gentle coaxing tone.
Vegeta considered his options. It was either let the woman do what she wanted to
try and either end up in the same amount of pain or to have it eased, or he could
just tell her to go to hell and still be in the same mess he was in now. He quickly
decided that to let the beautiful woman have her way with him was the better
choice. He didn't know why but the thought of her "having her way with him"
made him blush slightly as his male line of thinking got the better of him. ~Oh
good Kami, stay focussed would you?~
He cleared his mind of those hormone induced thoughts and finally nodded in
reply.
Bulma smiled and moved closer to him. "Ok, I'm gonna have you lay down on
your stomach and I'm gonna get up here." She then helped him lay down and then
pulled herself up next to him. "Ok, now I have to take off your shirt to do this..."
Vegeta looked back at as best he could. "Nani?! Why do that?"
Bulma felt her face flush and she stammered out a reply. "Well...you see...I...I need
to get at your back...."
Vegeta seemed to be satisfied with that and made a small grunt, bidding her to
proceed.
Bulma peeled off the shirt seeing how he himself could barely move. She did it
carefully so as not to put him through anymore pain then was necessary. She
inhaled sharply as she pulled it off, remembering why she had gone so numb the
last time she had seen this powerhouse's unclad back.
~Get a grip Bulma...~ She carefully opened a bottle of incense and poured some
on his well built back.
He shivered a little as the cool liquid touched his bare skin.
She then gently started to rub the oil over his tanned colored skin. It felt quite soft,
softer than she might of guessed. The feel of his rock hard muscles underneath the
bronzed flesh was starting to make her feel a bit intoxicated.
He started to make a purring sound from his throat as he allowed himself to totally
relax by her deft hands.
This made Bulma feel a bit bolder as she started to move down even lower. Her
hands travelled down to the base of his back and then lightly brushed the spot
where his tail should of been. He jerked a bit and then shivered slightly. ~Ah, so
their tails are quite sensitive...Interesting...~
She decided to investigate this theory a bit more and gently rubbed again, a bit
harder this time. He tried his best to stifle a moan but being completely unable to
control himself, a deep moan escaped from his throat anyway.
Now THIS got Bulma really excited as she straddled his back and started kiss him
gently up his spine...
Vegeta immediately came to his senses as to what was going on. "I don't think that
this is supposed to be part of your treatment, woman." He snarled. He was angry
now. Not just at her for putting him in this uncomfortable position, but at himself
as well for allowing her to do so.
Bulma too had snapped back to her senses and immediately pulled herself up off
of him. ~What were you thinking, you stupid baka! He's never gonna trust you
again for this!!~
Bulma thought desperately for something to say to explain her actions. She felt
horrible. Here he was finally putting his trust in someone and she had gone and let
her hormones and feelings for this man take full advantage of him. "Vegeta
I'm...I'm sorry I didn't mean to I..."
Vegeta glared at her. "How dare you do that to me, woman?! You had no right to
touch me like that! Just what did you think you were doing?!"
Bulma could feel tears well up in her eyes and her voice betrayed her and wouldn't
allow her to speak. She finally just couldn't take it anymore and ran out of the
room with tears streaming down her face...