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Soon the time stretched into hours and Bulma was about to fall asleep.
She scooted her chair up close to the bed and set her legs up on the mattress.
She slumped down in the chair and almost immediately fell asleep.
Vegeta awoke the next morning feeling tired and sore. At first
he couldn’t figure out where he was for the life of him but as sleep faded
away her remembered.
He would never admit it, but he had almost got what he’d wanted.
Yesterday he had almost died. At least he thought he was about to.
And for a split second he had welcomed death. He’d craved it like
a lost lover. Anything to end the pain he was feeling daily.
He didn’t know why Chikyuu was having such an effect on him. In the
past he was always able to control his emotions. Nothing ever got
to him. Nothing could ever stop him.
But now everything had turned around completely. He found himself
wanting, no, NEEDING to be near people. Was he that lonely?
Did he raise the gravity too high just for the slim hope that he could
gain Bulma’s attention? Even if it was only for a while. He
was disgusted. And there, asleep in the chair next to him was the
very object of his desire and aching need. He stared at her in silence.
He had never seen anyone as beautiful as her in all his travels.
The first time he saw her on Namek he was struck speechless… for about
two seconds. It would have been longer if he hadn’t been fighting
Zarbon at the same time.
He had even admitted aloud that she was “gorgeous” how embarrassing!
Luckily no one had heard him, or so he thought. After that he’d been
too busy to even think about her, and then he died. He would never
– could never forget that! Nearly every night he dreamt of it. If
he wasn’t dreaming about the damn woman, he was having nightmares about
Frieza and his “dead time”. He remembered little of what had actually
happened, but he would never forget the pain. He remembered icy hands
clawing at him, dragging him deeper into a bottomless abyss. The
fear he’d experienced was like nothing he’d ever felt. And the sorrow
that permeated the air, seeping into his lungs, and filling him with the
blackest despair. He shook his head trying to rid himself of his
grim thoughts. He glanced at Bulma again. She was still asleep.
For a brief moment he envied her. Would she ever experience that
kind of torture when she died? He didn’t think so. As far as
he knew she’d never hurt or killed anyone. While he on the other
hand could easily drown in the blood of those he’d killed. Despair
hit him again. How could such an innocent find room in her heart
for one such as him? It was impossible. She hated him, and
with good reason. What was there to like? He had no problem
with his physical appearance, and besides, he knew she thought he was good-looking,
but was that enough? Or would she want more?
He stopped for a moment and took a deep breath. Why was he even
thinking about it? Just because she stayed with him all night didn’t
mean anything. Maybe she just felt sorry for him. Maybe she
just wanted to make sure he wasn’t dying when she threw him out.
He growled in frustration.
Bulma stirred at the sound and her eyes slowly opened.
“Your awake.” She murmured sleepily.
“Yes.” He replied tensely. He bit his lip to keep from speaking.
He knew if he opened his mouth again a barrage of insults would fly out.
For all the control he had over his body and power, he could never control
his own mouth. He’d never needed to before.
“The doctor said you could leave in the morning.” She continued, yawning.
“You do feel better right?” she sat up and eyed him all over. Vegeta
felt his face grow hot. * Control yourself moron! * He mentally chided.
“I’m fine.” Bulma frowned.
“So you said yesterday before this all happened.” Vegeta rolled
his eyes. “All right. You don’t have to tell me what’s bothering
you. Let’s just go home. I hate hospitals.” * Home?
* He wondered. Did that mean she wasn’t going to make him leave?
As if she could actually make him! But he kept quiet not wanting
to push his luck.
He was amazed at himself. Not to mention disgusted.
He had never cared for a girl like this. Never cared what they thought
of him or how they felt. It was insane. He felt like he had
lost his identity, like he had been tricked somehow.
This woman before him was the source of all his grief. If he
killed her, the pain would end, wouldn’t it? He thought about it
for a second and realized that it would only become worse. He couldn’t
even imagine himself hurting her. She was looking at him as if… oh..
She tossed his clothes to him and left the room. He pouted as he
slipped his clothes on and quickly exited the room.
“Hey, you aren’t leaving yet are you?” a nurse walked up to Bulma and
Vegeta as the headed down the hall.
“Piss off woman!” Vegeta snapped. “I’m fine!” Bulma bit her lip.
“Vegeta!” she gasped. “Shut up!” she turned to the nurse. “I’m
sorry, but we’re leaving.”
“But-“ the nurse said. Her face was twisted in anger but she kept silent,
as did Vegeta, which surprised Bulma. Maybe he wasn’t totally healed.
But she knew she would never get him to stay at the hospital another day.
They walked to her car in silence, another fact that disturbed Bulma.
He could just as well fly, but he didn’t. Her concern was growing
quickly. What if he was still injured? She would hate to have
to bring him back or even worse, have him die. She didn’t know why
she had these feelings for Vegeta all the sudden. She felt protective
towards him, though she knew too well that he would sneer at such feelings.
Once they were inside her car she turned towards Vegeta and watched
his expression. He still looked tired, maybe not physically, but
she could see exhaustion written all over his face.
“Are you sure your all right?” she asked softly. He turned to
face her, his black eyes boring into her own.
“I’m fine.” He said, equally as soft. “You worry to much woman.”
He reached out and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. “It’s
actually a good thing. I am stronger than I was yesterday.”
Once again Bulma was trapped in his gaze. His ebony eyes held
so many secrets she dared not guess at.
“Are you sure?” a whisper.
“Yes.” By Kami, he was close. Was he going to kiss her? And was
she going to stop him? The way he was looking at her, as if this
was his first time seeing her. She closed her eyes and lightly puckered
up. As soon as she did his lips were on hers, his tongue slipping
into her mouth. She welcomed it with an eager moan.
Vegeta was in ecstasy. All his hopes had revolved around this
moment and it was finally happening! He felt as if a great weight
had been lifted from his shoulders. And as she moaned softly through
closed lips, he went wild. His hands were all over her, and hers
on him. Vegeta was growing more aroused by the second, barely aware
that they were still in Bulma’s car in the hospital’s parking garage.
Bulma on the other hand, still had a slight grip on reality. She
pulled away from Vegeta.
“Wait! Wait till we get to my house!” she gasped. Vegeta bit
his lip to control himself.
“Hurry!” he urged. Bulma nodded feeling the same urgency.
She turned the key in the ignition and sped out of the parking garage,
desperately trying to ignore Vegeta’s eager hands.
She made it home in fifteen minutes. A record for her. As
soon as the car was off Vegeta jumped out and appeared outside her door.
He nearly tore it from its hinges and pulled her into his arms. Their
lips found each other’s instantly and he dashed inside.
Once inside he dropped to his knees and began to kiss every inch of
her body as he pulled away her clothes. His hands were gentle, yet
insistent. Bulma found herself amazed at the amount of passion Vegeta
displayed. She’d never imagined he would be so good, and they had
just begun. She frantically tugged at his shirt and he sat up for
a second to rip it off. Bulma held him close, her tongue exploring
his mouth as he began to pull off her pants. She shuddered in ecstasy
as his hand slipped in between her legs, and gasped aloud, arching against
him as his fingers slipped inside her wet entrance. She bit down
on his earlobe as he began to play with her. He bit her neck in response,
breaking the skin. Bulma never even felt the pain, she only felt
his tongue trace her neck as he lapped up her blood. Then he began
to leave a trail of hungry kisses from her breasts to her belly and then
down to meet his hand. She gasped as his tongue slipped inside of
her and automatically gripped his wild hair. Her gasps quickly grew
to loud moans, her body trembled with pleasure so that Vegeta had to hold
her down to the floor.
“Please..” Bulma moaned. “Stop teasing..” Vegeta smiled a genuine
smile, nothing close to his usual smirk. He tore out of his pants
and slowly slid into her, smiling again as her moans grew louder and she
dug her nails into his back. “Oh Kami!” she cried. She was
so hot and tight, Vegeta nearly lost it right then. He clutched her
desperately trying to calm down as she trashed under him. A second
passed and he began to thrust his hips gently. Her moans grew louder
still and he quickened his pace. Soon they were both drenched in
sweat. Bulma screamed as her orgasm crashed over her.
She clawed Vegeta’s back shouting in delight.
Vegeta couldn’t take anymore. He came inside of her with a low
moan, thrusting inside of her a few more times, and then collapsed on his
side, pulling her with him.
They stayed that way for several minutes, panting in exhaustion.
Once their sweat began to dry, Bulma began to shiver.
“Vegeta.” She whispered, he throat raw from screaming.
“Mm hmm?”
“Can we go up to my bedroom?” he didn’t answer, but merely picked
her up and carried her up the stairs.
Once in her room he gently placed her on the bed and climbed in with
her, pulling the sheets over them. Bulma sighed in relief and snuggled
against Vegeta’s chest. He smiled softly and wrapped his arms around
her and soon both were fast asleep.
TO BE CONTINUED……
Whew! Be gentle this is my first lemon!