Woven Stories
chapter 8
Vegeta closed the door behind him and walked over to his desk. He never really used any of the furniture or other stuff the Briefs had stored in his room. He used nothing else than the bed and bathroom. He had opened the drawer of the desk once to check what was in it, and when he had found the empty notepad and a pencil, he had closed it again, not interested.
This time he brought it to the surface, and seated himself on the chair, ready to write. The clock, which he had never noticed before, was ticking too loud. The engines of the passing cars in the distance were too boisterous. And he even managed to hear the sound of typing from downstairs; Bulma had already started.
The prince sighed while he brought the pencil to the sheet of paper. The typing downstairs continued. Bulma had already started, she was probably already at the second chapter. Damn her, she had a head start.
He grunted as he slowly started to write a few words.
'Once upon a time..'
That sounded really lame so he quickly scratched it again. Kami.. how hard can it be to write a beginning?
'The night was dark..'
He scratched it and smacked his head.. nights are always dark..
And the typing still continued.
He growled and tossed the pencil away; this wasn't working. He didn't know the first thing about writing.. and he didn't know what to write. But Bulma knew, the woman was probably already finished. It wasn't fair, she had a head start, and she had read some fanfiction.. Maybe he had to read some fanfiction too.. just to get in the mood.
Vegeta decided to get the laptop that was still in her room, and put it on his desk. After he was seated comfortably in front of the laptop, he scrolled over the page.
And then he found it again:
'V/B. Chichi is baby sitting Trunks, Bulma parent's are on a business trip and capsule corp is left alone.. or is it? Lemon Alert!'
He looked around the room, and then back at the screen. Aw.. why the hell not.
He clicked the link. He sighed and glanced over the room, he felt as if he was being watched. But he could not detect a ki, and the typing downstairs still continued. So instead, he concentrated on the story and started reading.
He swallowed as he closed the laptop. That wasn't good.. no that was bad.. bad.. bad Bulma.. his gaze leaded to his pants, and he swallowed again.
He needed a cold shower. A very cold shower...
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'When will you finally let Bulma dump Yamcha, and let her get together with Vegeta. I really like your story and all, but I'm a big B/V fan!! Can't wait till next chapter, keep it up!'
It was Bulma's first review on her DBZ teenagers in highschool fanfic. She had just posted the first two chapters.
In her story, Bulma was the handsome cheerleader. Yamcha the cute baseball player. Goku, Chichi, Vegeta, Krillin, Marron, Tien and Lunch, were also in the story. But it focused mainly on Bulma and Yamcha.
'God I love the fic.. but make Bulma flirt with Vegeta for goodness sake! I love those parts the most in a fanfic! And I have to give you a big credit for writing the characters so in character! Good job, can't wait till the next BULMA&VEGETA chapter!'
Why do all those fanfiction people want me and Vegeta get together? she questioned herself after she recieved her second review. Okay.. so maybe she already had a break-up and get-to-gether idea in her mind, even before she received the reviews.. but..
There wasn't really a but, so she continued writing.
Writing Bulma and Yamcha's break up, and slowly starting at her and Vegeta's get together. Just to please her reviewers.. okay, okay.. and to please herself.. a bit. She listened to the sound of the shower as she continued typing.
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Vegeta sighed and allowed his tense muscles to relax under the cold shower. That lemon-fic, wasn't a good idea.
It scared him.
It scared him that it seemed so real. As if it could just happen. As if he could just change like that, and be like that, and be with her like that. It scared him that it felt so real.
And yet it was just fantasy.
Fantasy some twisted people created.
He needed to see her, to see her and know that everything was okay, that those stories were just stories. And nothing more.
He dressed and walked downstairs.
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Bulma giggled as she allowed herself to flirt with Vegeta, swinging with her hips as she walked by in class, and looking at him mischievously when he was standing at his locker.
In her story she broke up with Yamcha because he was too childish, and she made Yamcha beg her back. Of course she wouldn't take him back and had told him too grow up. And now she was writing the flirt-with-Vegeta-part.
She smirked, those reviewers were getting what they wanted.
Bulma was so wrapped up with her story that she didn't notice that the shower was turned off.
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He quietly descended downstairs, and walked towards her lab. She was still writing.
Would she be writing about him? Or about Yamcha? Would she even be writing a romance story?
Maybe.. maybe she was writing a story in which she was a saiyan.
A female saiyan.
A beautiful female saiyan.
He smirked as he opened the door of her lab, in which she was working. Bulma didn't notice, and continued writing.
He didn't want her to notice, he just wanted to read the story she wrote without facing her. He didn't know if he was ready to face the truth.
Vegeta slowly floated in the air, up to the ceiling, and walked upside down towards her. When he reached her, he quietly floated back to the ground. So that he could read her story properly, yet unnoticed over her shoulder.
She giggled, and Vegeta released the breath of which he didn't knew he was holding.
Bulma was writing about him.
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She heard a releasing sigh. Immediately she knew who it was.
"Vegeta?" she asked without looking up but stopping typing.
"hnn.." The saiyan prince responded, still reading a few sentences on the laptop.
"How long have you been standing here?" she questioned, looking up at him.
"Long enough.." he answered, his eyes traveling over her body as if seeing her for the first time.
She wanted to ask how many chapters he had written, how many reviews he got. But she couldn't find the words.
And she didn't want to search for the words, that she could easily find if she would try to think clear. But she didn't want to think.
She wanted to kiss him.
Bulma slowly leaned forward, and softly pressed her lips against his, closing her eyes for a second to enjoy the moment. Her eyes traveled to his eyes to see what his reaction would be.
However, she couldn't really make it up as she had to close her eyes again when he kissed her back. It was just as softly, and just as short.
When she pulled away, he looked at her, both amazed by the passion of the moment.
Her head lowered again, and she pressed her lips against his.
As their lips met, a burning desire spread through him and he pulled her closer.
She placed more force in the kiss, her mouth opening slightly, hesitantly leading him to follow. Her arms floated to his back.
His hands were resting protectedly on her hip, shivers were running trough him as he kissed her back with more passion, letting his tongue flow in her mouth..
She was surprised as his pleasantly warm tongue flowed into her mouth, gently gliding, exploring with curiosity. Her heartbeat trippled and she pulled him even closer, her fingers playing lighty with his lower back. The kiss deepened.
"Hey Bulma, why were you-" Yamcha never finished that sentence. "O... My... God..." instead he made a new one.
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To Be Continued..
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