Bulma awoke feeling sore, yet utterly satisfied. She opened her
eyes and saw Vegeta lightly dozing beside her. She smiled and leaned
forward, kissing him lightly on the tip of his nose. His eyes opened
immediately and he smiled leaning forward for a kiss. Her hands snaked
up his back and clutched at his shoulders as his tongue slid into her mouth.
They greedily kissed until the both broke away, gasping for breath.
Bulma was so happy! She’d never seen this side of Vegeta.
It was as if a spell had been cast over the both of them; she was loath
to break it. She wanted to stay in bed all day with him. But
she did have other things to do as much as she didn’t want to.
“Are we going to get up today?” she asked, smiling shyly. Vegeta
frowned and gazed off into the distance as if he was considering the possibility.
“I don’t know.” He said with a shrug. “I’m quite comfortable
here.” Bulma smiled, her blue eyes sparkling. He loved the
way her eyes shone and he felt the corners of his mouth tugging into a
grin. He sat up and stretched. Bulma felt herself grow hot
as she admired his body. Kami he was gorgeous! She bit her
lip and dove on him, almost knocking him back. Before he could react
her lips were on his and her tongue forced its way into his mouth.
He immediately grew aroused. He was relieved she didn’t have any
clothes on; they would have been ripped to shreds anyway. He was
amazed at her. From the way she’d previously acted towards him, he
never expected her to be such fun. Her hands were all over him.
He groaned in pleasure as she grabbed his ass and nipped at his throat.
Then suddenly one of her slender hands found his tail spot.
“Aahh!” he cried as an insane rush of pleasure surged through his body.
He flipped Bulma on her back, spread her legs, and entered her with one
quick thrust. Her cry of pleasure rang in his ears. He wildly
thrust into her, but it was not in the least bit painful. She had
imagined him as the rough, bondage type. Or something. He was
like nothing she’d expected, and it was wonderful. She felt an orgasm building
up immediately, she wasn’t sure what had set him off, but at the moment
she could care less.
“Ow!” she cried as her head struck the headboard. Vegeta grabbed
the top of her head, cradling it in his hands.
Bulma gasped her body trembling in excitement. Her orgasm hit
her like a ton of bricks. She thrashed underneath Vegeta, moaning
loudly. Vegeta winced, his ears ringing, and gave a few last thrusts
before he came and collapsed on her. He wrapped his arms around her
and rolled to his side. Suddenly he stiffened and raised his head
to peer at the door.
“What’s wrong?” Bulma gasped.
“Shh.” He said. There was a knock at the door. Bulma and
Vegeta tensed.
“Shit.” They hissed in unison. Vegeta jumped out of bed and threw
his pants on in seconds and was out the window before Bulma could even
get out of bed. She got up, threw on some underwear and a t-shirt
and opened the door.
On the other side stood a very pissed Dr. Briefs.
“Dad!” Bulma squeaked, guilt written all over her face. He made
a quick inspection of the room. Finding no one other than his daughter
he switched his gaze to her slightly red face.
“Bulma.” He stopped for a second. He handed her the clothes she’d
been wearing yesterday. She felt her face get redder, they had totally
forgotten about them! There was Vegeta’s shirt too. *
Oh Kami.. * She thought, horrified. “Your old enough to know the
difference between right and wrong and to make your own decisions.
But please, just… Be careful huh?” Bulma felt totally embarrassed.
How could she have been so careless? But she knew, the answer was
simple. Vegeta made her forget everything but him when they were
together. Her embarrassment was replaced by anger. She snatched
the clothing from her father’s hands.
“Thank you father.” She said coldly. She then pushed past him
and headed to the bathroom to take a shower.
Vegeta was pissed. He’d heard every word that bastard had said
to Bulma. He’d also heard the anger in Bulma’s voice when she finally
responded. He frowned and headed to the gravity room trying to ignore
the fact that her scent still clung to him.
Once inside he turned the gravity up to 300 and began to do push-ups.
He was starving, but he didn’t feel like going into the house just then.
It wasn’t that he cared what her father might say to him, he just didn’t
want to hear it right then. He doubted that he’d be able to control
his temper and might hurt or even kill the man. And he highly doubted
that Bulma would be happy with him if he did. After all, he was pissed
when he found out that Frieza killed his father, but then it was only because
it was he who was to have the pleasure of killing him. And he knew
what would happen if he killed Bulma’s father. After all, she was
human. And a human female to boot. She would freak out, she
would never look at him sideways. The thought disturbed him.
He didn’t know why, but if she were to refuse to see him after what had
just happened, he didn’t really know what he’d do. But he knew it
wouldn’t be good.
He sighed and flopped down onto his stomach and rolled onto his back
and began to do sit-ups.
About an hour later he headed inside to get some food. He was
absolutely ravenous.
“Oh Vegeta!” came a cheery voice. * Oh no. * He thought
in panic. * Not her. * Bulma’s mother trotted forward with
a tray of tiny cakes. “I went to the bakery again and found some
lovely cheese cakes, you have to try some! Aren’t they just so cute?” she
squealed. He felt like pounding his heard against the wall.
This woman with her pale blonde hair and her never-ending smile made him
want to kill someone. But something she had said caught his attention.
“Cute?” he’d heard Bulma use that word the day before in reference
to him and he’d had not a clue what it meant. “What does that word
mean?” She giggled at Vegeta’s naiveté.
“It’s what you’d call something that you like how it looks.” She tried
to explain. “For example, I happen to think these little cheese cakes
are very pretty and this cherry frosting just looks absolutely divine!
So I said that it is cute. Or you could be referring to someone you
find attractive.” Vegeta bit his lip. “Either way, it means
you appreciate the appearance of a certain person or thing, that’s all.”
Vegeta tried not to smile, so the woman liked what she saw, did she?
He snorted and began to laugh. Mrs. Briefs giggled as well, whether
it was because she knew what he was thinking or because she was just crazy,
he wasn’t sure. He kind of hoped she wasn’t as stupid as she appeared,
it would really be pathetic. “Now try one of these Veggie.”
She placed three dainty cheesecakes in front of him. He grabbed a
chocolate covered piece and popped it in his mouth.
“Mmmm…” he sighed before he could stop himself. It was damn good.
“You like it?” Bunny squealed. He nodded and grabbed another,
stuffing it in his mouth. “Good! Take as many as you want.”
She put the tray down in front of him and picked one and began to nibble
it as she headed outside to do some gardening. * Oh no. * he thought.
How could she leave all that in front of him? He knew he was going
to eat it all. Whenever chocolate was concerned, he couldn’t control
himself. He had never tasted anything so delicious in his life.
When Bulma first introduced it to him, he’d eaten so much he thought he’d
never be able to look at it again. And yet there he sat, staring
at the little chocolate-covered cheesecakes with wide eyes. The cheesecake
was really good too. He bit his lip in indecision.
“Should I or shouldn’t I?” he mused. He sat for a moment drumming
his fingers against the tabletop. He spared a glance around the room.
Empty. Perfect. He grinned and began to scarf the small desserts
down.
Bulma had been in her lab for only two hours when she felt her stomach
rumbling. She hadn’t had any breakfast; she’d been too upset.
She wasn’t mad at Vegeta. She had been about to tell him to get out
of her room after her dad had knocked anyway. And she understood
that her dad only had her best interests at heart, but she was still upset.
She was, after all, an adult. She could sleep with whomever she chose,
even if he happened to be the Prince of Saiyans who had come to destroy
Chikyuu only two years before. * Has it been two years all ready?
* it seemed like much longer. And yet Vegeta had been living under
her roof the whole time and she hardly knew him. It was true that
she found him attractive, even if he was a jerk. But when she though
back to the previous night and earlier that day she felt as if she had
seen a side of him that he’d kept hidden from everyone for Kami knows how
many years. The thought made her feel deliriously happy. When
they had been teleported to Earth and she’d invited him to live with her,
he had warned her that she didn’t know what she was getting herself into.
It was so very true. But she ignored his warning, desperately wanting
to breach the mile-thick shell around his heart just to see if he had one.
It had been a difficult challenge, one she nearly gave up on.
But now that she had finally succeeded, the pain she’d suffered was well
worth it.
She decided to stop by the kitchen and grab a sandwich. As she
walked in she heard a low groan. She stopped short when she saw Vegeta
sitting morosely at the table.
“Hey.” She said coming up beside him. “Are you okay?” He
turned towards her his face a bit pale.
“Your damn mother and her little cakes.” Was all he said. But
it was enough for Bulma. She immediately began to giggle as she remembered
the first time Vegeta ate too much candy.
“How much did you eat?” He gestured to the empty tray before
him.
“All of it.” He sighed. She laughed again.
“You should learn to control that appetite of yours. Too much
chocolate is bad for you.”
“Hmph.” He snorted. “I’ll be fine, my stomach can take a lot
more abuse than yours.” She smiled and rubbed his shoulders.
It seemed as if everything had changed between them, but she had to admit,
she liked it better this way.
“I’ll bet.” She sighed. He turned in the chair to face her.
Something about her voice bothered him. She sounded… upset.
They gazed into each other’s eyes for several moments before Vegeta finally
broke the silence.
“What’s wrong?” she smiled down at him. He’d never, ever asked
her what was wrong or if she was okay. Things were definitely different.
She did have something on her mind though.
“Things are different now.” She said. “Not in a bad way.” She
added hastily seeing his confused expression. “I like it a lot better
this way. But I want to know. Was what we did a one-time thing?
Or..” she couldn’t finish, she broke their gaze, her eyes dropping.
She felt his finger caress the bite he’d given her.
“You see this?” he asked softly. She nodded raising her eyes
to meet his. “This means you are mine forever.” * Forever…
*
“Really?” she cried, dropping to her knees. Her blue eyes shone
with hope. “You’ll never leave me?”
“Never. I couldn’t imagine my life without you anymore.” His
face turned slightly pink as he realized what he had just admitted.
“Oh Veggie!” Bulma sobbed and threw herself into his arms, catching
him off-guard and knocking them both to the floor. He felt her trembling
in his arms and tilted her chin to look at her face. He was astonished
to see tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Why are you crying?” he said. Was it possible that she was unhappy
with what he’d said, and if so, why had she thrown herself at him?
Was it some sort of feeble attack?
“Silly!” She giggled. “I’m crying because I’m so happy!”
Vegeta frowned. He’d never heard of someone crying because they were
happy before.
“I’ll never understand you.” He kissed the top of her head before
picking her up and moving to the couch. They lay down together and
stayed that way, in each other’s arms until dreams claimed them.
The End…