In 5 Easy Steps
Lesson #1 Caring
Bulma steeled her self to knock
on the door. She raised her hand and bit her lip simultaneously. The sharp rap
thundered, like a semi automatic in her ears, but the answer was the same as always.
Silence. She looked down at the heavy tray, laden with food. She had kept it
pinned to her side in a careful balancing act. Bulma dropped her head letting
the blue strands of hair fall over her eyes. Releasing one great sighed, she
turned to leave, but before she could do that, there was one more thing she had
to try.
Gathering her courage she shouted
at the door. “DAMN IT, VEGETA!!!” There
was more anger in her tone then she really felt. Forcing the unease back, she forced her self
to snap at him. “It has now been SIX full days since Goku died.” Bulma hoped
even the mentioning of Goku’s name might gain her some kind of reaction. “Just
in case you haven’t been counting.” Falling back to let shoulders press against
the door, she kicked the wood frame with her heel, for added effect. “You can’t
go forever with out some form of nourishment.” It was amazing enough, that she
was desperate enough to call in that old bluff. Well, Vegeta was a Saiyan, and
that had to count for something. Bulma waited a short while, holding her
position, for some sort of response her large blue eyes studying the paint on
the ceiling. She would have been thrilled with the slightest sound of movement.
Which would give her some kind of hope that Vegeta’s funk was coming to an end.
A voice startled Bulma out of her
concentrative state. “Still nothing?” Mirai Trunks appeared in the hall holding
the present version of him self-high against his chest. The concerned look
etched on the young man’s face made her heart drop. Bulma knew that young man
was anticipated for so much more then this. He had extended his time here in
the past for Vegeta’s befit. Instead the one Trunks longed to know had
disappeared into his quarters shortly after Cell’s feat, and refused to come
out.
She shook her head slowly, and
looked away from the soul searching blue eyes so like her own. It was too hard
for her to watch Mirai’s crushed expression. He had such high hopes for he and
his father in this time line. There was no way that Mirai Trunks could have
known what Vegeta was really like. Bulma knew his predicament all to well. She
had foolishly allowed herself to be come emotionally invested in the Saiyan
Prince. Now, no matter what she tried, she knew Vegeta would be in her heart
for all time. There was no getting rid of him. Still, Vegeta was never going to
be a loving husband and father to either of them. No matter how much she or Trunks would wish
it other wise. It just wasn’t in his nature.
She finally braved tossing a
glance at the two Trunks before her. Chibi Trunks was sucking his thumb, and
looking like he was about ready to call it a night. Mirai Trunks on the other
hand, merely looked deflated and frustrated. If she didn’t do something soon
she was going to lose another of her loved ones. Goku and Vegeta was all she
could stand at this time. She was not about to let her son, Mirai or not slip
away. “Come on, if your father is not going to eat, let’s not let this spread
go to waste.” Bulma perked up and walked past the boys. She forced a casual
front for both their sake, as she headed to the television room. “Vegeta is
still sulking over not being the one who defeated Cell.” Bulma could sense the
longing look Mirai Trunks passed to his father’s door and added. “Don’t worry.
He should be over it soon.”
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Lesson #2 Needing
Inside the room Vegeta lay on the
bed staring at the ceiling. One thing Bulma had said during her tangent out
there was defiantly right. He could not stay in here forever. Frowning he
admitted to himself, that he looked, felt, and smelled like shit. Still what
was the point? Why should he continue? All his life there was a meaning or a
purpose, some sort of goal driving him onward. Now with Kakkarot’s death, the
road of life had hit a dead end for Vegeta. Damn the baka to HFIL! Vegeta’s
eyes narrowed. Not that he would be there. No, Kakkarot would be off in
heaven somewhere living it up. Even in death that rotten bastard got it all.
How could Kakkarot just allow himself be killed like that? He had no right! It
had been Vegeta’s destiny to defeat him. To lay that insolent third rate
solider low, and place him where he truly belonged at his Prince’s feet.
Vegeta rolled to his side and
snarled. It was like life itself had been set against him from the start.
Perhaps. In the end, Vegeta would find he was just one huge universal jest. A
meaningless Prince, left with no planet, no people, and no power. That was the
hardest part for him to swallow. That he had once dared to think he even had
any power. Kakkarot had probably taken great delight in showing Vegeta how;
even his own half-breed son could succeed, where Vegeta had failed.
He looked at the door to his
room, wondering how long it would take before some one tried to forcefully drag
him out. It was clear that Bulma and his future brat wanted him to return to
the land of the living. Actually it was about time to do just that. Nodding to
himself he sat up and grumbled. “What’s the point? I am tired of running a race
I will never win.” He got up, even though he didn’t even know why. Walking to
the bathroom taking a fresh towel from the rack.
Pulling the gloves, boots and
blue spandex from his body with swift unhampered movements. He leaned in and
adjusted the water to his liking. As he stepped under the steaming droplets, he
moaned with pleasure. Let them cascade over his lean form he pondered the last
time he stood here. It was a week ago that he had ravished Bulma in this very
shower. Just before the start of the fight with Cell. The wayward thoughts were
causing his body to spring irritatingly to life. Some things just never
changed. He reached down to wrap his hand firmly around his thick aching shaft.
Slowly gliding his hand over the silky flesh, he leaned his head back and let
the water pour over his chest. A vision of Bulma raised up to taunt him. He
knew full well that all he had to do was open the door, and bellow her name.
She would gladly be here to do this for him.
Still he had just emerged from
his stupor. Vegeta really didn’t feel like facing anyone, even her right now.
So it was up to him to ease his body’s demands the old fashioned way. Vegeta
let his fingers touched the erection, teasing it to its full extension, before
he began the actual pumping of his hand. Highly erotic images from his past
assaulted his mind. They reminded him that he had defiantly been no angel
during his life. The thoughts only help spur him closer to his release. That
soon splattered against the shower wall before the remainder trailed over his
hand being washed away by the rapidly cooling water.
By the time Vegeta’s foot hit the
bathroom rug his body was shaking from the cold water that he had been forced
to shower in. Reaching out he grasped his towel and wiped it over his face.
Then with a vicious shake, he tossed his head. Releasing the water saturating
his hair about the bathroom in splatters of tiny icy diamonds, and then tossed
his head back. The effect was dry enough for his hair to be restored to it
natural gravity defying style. The towel worked its way over his muscled form.
Before joining his dirty clothing on the floor. Snatching a clean towel, he
secured it about his waist with a flip and a tug. He stalked into his bedroom,
only to come up short at the sight of his blue haired woman sitting
unexpectedly on the bed.
Ebony eyes clashed with the azure
blue for the merest of moments before he broke the contact, and moved to his
dresser. Opening it he pulled up his trade make blue spandex shirt and pants, and
tossed them on top of the wooden frame. Loosening the towel he glanced up to
see her staring at him through the reflection on the dresser mirror.
“I take it from all the moaning I
heard in there that you enjoyed your every long, very cold shower.” She arched
an eyebrow at him.
“It didn’t start out cold, and if
I had wanted you in here,” He added rudely. “I would have told you to come.”
Vegeta let the towel drop and exposed the rear of his nude body to her gaze.
That should shut her up. He suppressed a grin admitting to him self that, it
had always worked before. He pulled on his shirt, then turned watching her
struggling to rip her eyes away from his male anatomy. He felt a rush of
pleasure at her obvious discomfort. Leaning over he thrust one powerful leg
into his pants followed by the other. Jerking them up over the star of her
attention. “You can stop staring at me like I am a piece of prime beef, Bulma.”
“I… I…” She stammered before
coming to her feet. “Well, excuse me for worrying about you!” Bulma hid her
irritation under a mask of defiance. “You could have at least had the decency
to tell me to ‘go away’ when I came banging on your door every four hours for
the last six days!” Raising her chin a bit higher she added. “Maybe then I
would have realized you were just brooding rather then dead.” She tossed her
thumb toward the bathroom, “From the smell of it, you can see why I would be
confused.”
“Woman, I told you before I am a
warrior, not a variety of flower. If my smell offends you, then don’t stand
down wind.” He moved to the door and reached out to open it. “Now if you don’t
mind, it’s been days since I have eaten. So I am just going to the kitchen.”
Bulma slumped back down on the
bed and watched him leave the room. She raised a hand to her mouth to stifle a
giggle. Now that his fighting spirit had returned she was sure he was going to
be just fine. She fell back on the bed and looked to the ceiling, relief
swelling in her heart like a balloon.
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Lesson #3 Wanting
The night had crept up on the
Capsule Corps compound with out any one hardly realizing it. Mirai Trunks had
left earlier in the day to visit with Gohan, and had yet to return. Not that
Bulma expected him to. Judging by how long he had been gone she was certain
that Gohan had managed to help then escape Chichi. If that was the case it was
more then likely they had merely lost track of the time. She leaned back over
her balcony and started up at the night sky. “Oh Goku, if only you were still
here. You would have been delighted at what good friends our sons will become.”
She sighed thinking how odd it was that her son was also Vegeta’s. She turned
and looked down at the gravitation chamber. It was eerily quiet. In the last
three and half years Vegeta had been completely devoted to his training in
there, but since the battle with Cell, and Goku’s death it had remained unused.
“What are you going to do now, Vegeta?” She reached up to rub her temples with
slow massaging motions.
“I have decided to return to
space.” The answer caused her to jump and she spun around scanning her room for
a trace of the Saiyan Prince. She didn’t see him until she looked up to see him
hanging in the night sky above her. He hovered down and walked to the rail
looking out at
“You want to go back out there,
Vegeta?” She couldn’t say she hadn’t expected this. If course her heart was
aching, but what could she say or do? Vegeta wasn’t human like Yamcha was.
There was no way he would ever become civilized man, akin to a trained lap dog
that would fetch her slippers when she beckoned him. Actually that was what
Bulma liked about him. Although sweet and dear, her Yamcha had always sought to
please her. She had tormented him endlessly about women and cheating. It was
the snowball affects that even when completely innocent caused him to chase and
beg after her. She watched a breeze rustle her Princes hair as he brooded
darkly at the horizon. Vegeta would never act like that, and she liked it. He
would never chase after her and beg her forgiveness. He simply didn’t want to
waste the energy on that endless game, and actually neither did she.
Vegeta’s words broke the silence.
“So woman, when can you have a spacecraft ready for me?”
“It all depends on how long you
intend to be gone.” She stuffed her hands on her hips. “Will you be returning
to Trunks’ next birthday, or should I except to see you at his high school
graduation?”
“Excuse me?” One finely etched
eyebrow drew up. It was clear he was not catching her meaning.
Bulma rolled her eyes and tossed
out her arms. “Let me make this simple for you Vegeta.” She snapping her hand
up she stuffed her finger in his face, which would have had most people
cowering back, but this was Vegeta. He stood straight, only bothering to narrow
his eyes at her chastising. “I understand the whole I am a Prince thing, and the
I want to be the strongest thing, what I don’t get is why you can’t see you
have duties here now. Trunks is your son…”
Vegeta grabbed her hand and fired
back. “I never denied that!”
“You’ve never acknowledged it
either.” She twisted her hand away, but not in an angry fashion. “Why do you
want to leave him? Why do you want to leave your home?” Bulma turned her back
on him and crossed her arms. “I will never get you men, never running form a
fight, but always running away from your own life. What do you expect to find
out there anyway?”
Vegeta really wasn’t hearing her.
He stood transfixed, jaw dropped and eyes wide. “What did you say?”
“That you’re running?” Bulma
looked over her shoulder. Seeing his shocked expression she mellowed a bit. Had
something she said really struck a cord with him?
“Before that.” Vegeta clinched
his fists. “You called this place my home.”
Bulma felt a wave of astonishment
rush over her. “Well, of course this is your home, Vegeta.” She blinked at his
expression. “Don’t tell me you don’t know? After all you have spent the last
three years in this house. My parents have considered you part of the family
since I told them about Trunks. We would never force you to leave here Vegeta.”
She watched him step away. “Vegeta?”
“I had honestly not given it any
thought.” Vegeta’s deep voice rumbled. It was clear he was reestablishing his
views and taking stock. “All my reasoning was in the fact that with Kakkarot
gone there wasn’t any reason for me to remain here.”
Bulma smiled. “There is no reason
to go back into space either.” She turned from him. “But putting that reason
aside I am going to start work on one of the pods. If you decide you want to
leave Earth I wont try to stop you, Vegeta.” She exited the room and left
Vegeta alone, with only his thoughts.
They were very deep thoughts.
When Vegeta had come to see Bulma he had not expected her to react in this
fashion. Then again he never knew how the woman was going to react. She could
be volatile or intelligent, you never knew what you were going to get.
Bulma had been very close friends
with Kakkarot. It had never ceased to astound Vegeta that she had welcomed him
into her home so open and warmly. Everyone had known that he was there for the
sole purpose of surpassing and defeating the low ranking Saiyan warrior. There
was just something about Kakkarot that made everyone associated with him
relaxed and calm in the line of fire.
The others had at least had the
common sense to voice some of their misgivings, but Bulma never had. She had
called him cute, lightly teased his anger, and openly ignored his tantrums.
Bulma had worried and cared for him through out the last three years as he
trained. Vegeta could have well killed himself in his quest for ultimate power
if not for her diligence.
Vegeta sighed and jumped off the
balcony of Bulma’s room. Why had he never noticed before how the gravity
chamber had been moved to plain view of Bulma’s bedroom? He had never
questioned to move, merely complained about the fifteen minutes of lost
training. He raised his eyes to her balcony and remembered that she had been on
bed rest late into her pregnancy. How she use to sit up there, taking her
morning meal. It confused him. Why did she care? She had nothing to gain from
his well being.
The night air was going thick
with condensation and he smirked. Then again, there was one thing she got from
him. He let his mind drift back to that night. The very first night she had
killed the power on the Gravity room.
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The door came open and Vegeta
stumbled out wiping sweat from his brow. The night was black as pitch with only
the lights from the street and the soft glow they cast over the Capsule Corp.
lawn. He looked to see the woman
standing just outside glaring at him. Although he didn’t like her expression he
was glad she was there. It made things damn convenient for him “The power went
off in your worthless piece of junk here, woman.” He commanded in a tone fit
for a king. “Fix it now.”
Bulma shook her head. She
clinched her terry cloth robe closer around her nightgown-clad body. “It didn’t
just go off, Vegeta.” She informed him wiggling her toes in the wet grass. “I
killed it, personally.”
Vegeta choked at her
brashness. “Damn it woman, Turn it back on I don’t have time for your games.”
“Forget it” She turned away.
“First off you have been at this for days! Secondly, I just can’t sleep at all
with your infernal racket all night. It’s a wonder the neighbors haven’t called
the cops.”
“Does it look like I care about
your sleep or the whiney neighbors, woman? I am in the middle of…” Vegeta
jumped off the ramp and stalked after her.
Bulma felt him take her arm
and snatched it away turning on him. “Your in the middle of getting a shower
and taking a break. I refuse to turn it back on until I have had over eight,
and I don’t care if you can count or not,” She held up her fingers at him,
“hours of sleep. Got that Buddy!”
“I am not going to sleep, and
there is nothing that you can do that will get me to bed.” Vegeta scowled. “Now
turn the gravity room back on before I decide to start blasting everything I
see starting with…” he didn’t know what he expected the Earth woman to do. The
feeling of her hand diving into his hair and her lips pressing against his was
assuredly not it. He stood frozen wondering just what this creature was about.
She dropped back down looking
up at him with large luminous eyes. Funny he had never noticed just how blue
they were before. When she spoke he let his eyes drift down to watch the
tempting ruby lips. “What’s the problem, Vegeta? Never been kissed before?”
“Woman…” he growled. “What
possessed you to be so fool hardy?”
Bulma shrugged. “You want the
truth,” She looked over at him practically shaking with suppressed emotions.
She wisely judged not all of them to be over powering lust, because there was a
fair amount of rage stewing the pot. “I have been dreaming about you Vegeta.”
She admitted. “And they haven’t actually been little girl fantasies either.”
She waited for him to respond.
“SO?” Well that was not what
she was hoping for in a reaction.
“So, I want you to have sex
with me. I need to get this out of my system.” She bit her lip waiting for him
to laugh in her face, or drag her into his arms. What she got was a lot of
nothing. He simply stood there looking as if he was still waiting for his
explanation. “I want to have intercourse…” Still nothing “Shag… bump and
grind…fuck… Vegeta are you hearing me?”
“Yes.” He turned his back on
her. “What you want doesn’t matter, turn the gravity room back on. I have no
intentions of breeding with you now woman.”
“Well why the hell not!” Bulma
was nearly shaking in rage and humiliation.
Vegeta stopped and said
clearly, “Because, I was in the middle of my training!”
Bulma crossed her arms and
snorted, “That’s just fine, but I’m not turning it back on.”
Vegeta moved slowly around to
face her. “Are you blackmailing me?” He stalked toward her with a menacing
growl.
“I…err… I didn’t mean it that
way.” Bulma stepped back. There was a new look over taking his features as he
come up to her. “I honestly didn’t want to force… you.” She swallowed hard as
he pulled the tattered shirt over his head and tossed it to the ground. Bulma felt
her stomach clinch at the raw masculine power being so openly exposed to her
line of vision. She licked her lip in anticipation of the taste of the flesh
that cover the sinewy muscles. Vegeta was completely defiantly one hundred
percent male in its basic components. Just thinking about him had left her wet
and aching for weeks, as the time past so had her desire. Watching him train
constantly, his hard body in tattered uniforms, and dripping in sweat. There
was only so much temptation a red blooded woman like Bulma could take before
she cracked.
“Remember you asked for this
woman, and once I have done what you bid you will restore power to my gravity
room.” He forced her to promise him, as his hands slipped into her robe and
unhurriedly slipped it open.
Bulma nodded, catching her
breath in her throat. Never could she remember wanting a man this badly. It was
like the weeks of torment were all coming to a head with his butterfly kisses
on her neck. “Just follow me to my room, and…”
“Here.”
Bulma blinked. “Say what?” The
soft curves of her body quivering under his skillful hands, Kami, how had he
ever become so skillful? “Vegeta, if you have… ohh ohh, that’s very nice…” She
struggled for control, “ forgotten we are on the lawn.”
“It doesn’t matter.” He pulled
her nightgown up and let his hand cup her unprotected warmth. Instinctively she
pressed against his palm, grinding against it. He let out a deep purring sound
as he watched the woman’s head tip back. The closed eyes, and the red lips that
were opened, but a breath’s with, were all signs that this woman was enjoying
the fruits of her deviousness.
Sinisterly he wondered how she would feel nine months from now when she
was pushing out his brat. Bulma’s scent fairly reeked with fertility. That is why
he supposed Yamcha had disappeared for of late. He had obviously supposed
wrong. He pulled the fragile material from her body and laid her down on the
dew-covered grass. Had she accepted his refusal he would have been able to
leave her alone despite the overwhelming urge to take what she was so freely
offering.
He pulled his remaining
clothing from his body and leaned over her. It had been to long since he had
this sort of release, and the lust and desire pumped in his veins leaving
nothing else aside both their wanting. Scooping each silken leg over his arms
he lifted them high exposing her hot pink core. Damn him for the bastard he
was, Vegeta smirked wickedly and then laid his claim to Yamcha’s woman. Vegeta
groaned at the warmth and tightness that encased him.
Bulma arched her back as her
new dark lover plunged in and out of her steamy fold wringing cries of wanting
from deep within her chest. What had taken her so long to seduce him? The
fullness of his shaft was driving her to madness with each assertive thrust.
She lost control first shivering and falling in a cascade of turbulent
sensations.
The mewing whimpers of her
orgasm throwing Vegeta over the edge and he released deep within her, rocking
until every drop of his hot lust was spent. They lay there entwined on the wet
lawn struggling for breath. When Vegeta finally rose to his knees, Bulma looked
up to the night sky and brushed a hand through her cerulean waves of hair that
fell damply over her face, thick with dew and perspiration.
“I suppose I can turn you
gravity room back on now.” She stretched out before him like a well-satisfied
kitten.
Arching one midnight eyebrow
his deep voice rumbled. “Don’t bother, just collect your clothing and lead the
way to your room, woman, I am not nearly done with you.”
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Lesson #4 Knowing
Bulma was shocked when she
entered her room to find Vegeta gone. She was a bit deflated by the sudden
disappearance. There had been some inner peace in knowing that Vegeta would
want to know about the status of his spacecraft. Which, that alone, should have
kept him safely musing his future on her balcony, still facts where facts, and
Vegeta was not on her balcony planning his next course of action. Bulma lifted her hand to run it over her face
in discouragement. There was really nothing she could do about it. She tossed
the large mechanical files on deep space travel over her dresser. Letting her
hands drift out into a large stretch. A yawn escaped her and she realized the
extent of her exhaustion. Bulma pulled off her robe and hung it over the
footboard of the bed. She made her way over to the radio and softly clicked on
her alarm. She gave the balcony one last longing look before pulling back the
sheets. Things would work themselves out. She climbed into her bed.
“Vegeta.” She murmured into her
pillow, and let sleep over take her.
It was deep into the night when
the Saiyan Prince landed soundlessly just outside Bulma’s room. He walked to the
sliding glass door that separated the cozy little interior from the cooling
night air. Vegeta had welcomed the chill. It had served him well this night, as
he had flown, pondering his path in life.
It was not all that clear to him yet, but there was one person he could
count on to help him see things more clearly. With a gentle flick of his finger
sprung the latch open and entered her chambers. The muffled sound of the door
opening was hardly noticeable, as Vegeta parted the pale blue curtain and moved
into what was almost like a second room to him. It wasn’t long before his eyes
adjust to the dim light, not that he needed them to. Even if Vegeta couldn’t
sense everything in the room, he already knew where everything lay from memory
any way. He stood over the bed. For the first time really noticed at the woman
lying there.
She had always been beautiful,
but now he saw beyond that. Vegeta placed one knee on the bed and leaned over
her touching the delicate wisps of blue that trailed over her face. He watched
as she sighed and pressed her cheek into his hand.
The dark eyes closed slightly. It
was hard to form the feelings into words. The truth was he didn’t know what
they were. He had heard the Earthlings using certain terms over the years, and
yet no one had ever really explained what they meant. Pain was the only thing
he really understood, and right now that was exactly what he was feeling. Just
as a punch in the gut he felts as if something was compressing his chest. It
was like this feeling he had for this woman and her child had rose up to crush
the life out of him. He hated her for it… any yet…
“Why don’t you hate me, woman? I
have done countless things so atrocious and repulsive that even I can’t stand
the memories.” The bitterness of his life rose up like bitter bile, renewing
his sense of personal darkness. “I am not a good person.” He just didn’t
understand what she could possibly see in him. There was only one of two
possibilities that he could conceive. Either she was an utter and complete idiot
at judging his character, or Bulma could see something in him. Something that
even he, in his own despair, could not recognize.
The air locked in his lungs
burned to be free and he exhaled. He looked into the darkness that seemed to
echo his somber mood. “I have been a killer all my life, like a rabid animal. I
have destroyed countless innocent beings and laughed at their misery and
torment. Then I came to Earth merely to wish for my own immortality, and to
take Kakkarot from here.” Vegeta looked felt the truth of his words wash over
him, as the moonlight broke through the inky blackness of the night. “I never
intended to let this planet survive.” The confession was out. The one thing he
assumed she knew, and yet how could she love him if she had realized? “I would
have killed you, and everything you have ever loved, and never thought twice
about it.” He looked down to see the shining eyes, looking up at him in the
darkness. “Why Bulma?”
Bulma rolled to him, and wrapped
her arms around her dark Prince. She buried her face into the string chest
embracing all that he was, good and evil alike. Then as if it was the clearest
thing in the universe answered him. “Because with you, Vegeta, I have found
something that I never had before.” She rubbed her cheek lazily against his
broad chest. The quiet voice was soft and slurred with sleep. “When I was with
Yamcha, I was always jealous and upset. I just held on to him, because I never
wanted to lose him or be alone.” She admitted her truth freely, “But then I meet
you, and since then I have learned that just knowing real love, and loving you
was enough for me, and if you do decide to leave me tomorrow, I will be happy
and content with the time we shared.” She sighed in his scent deeply. “Just
knowing I was with you is enough.”
Vegeta was struggling to
understand what she was trying to tell him. The concept of this kind of emotion
was totally foreign to him. To hold someone else’s wants and wishes above your
own, that some one could feel that way about him. There were no words, no
actions, and there was no way that he could convey what he was feeling at that
moment. He cradled the fragile human female form to his chest, like she was
some sort of secret treasure that would vanish if he didn’t hold on tight enough.
Bulma stirred in his arms, and
lifted her head to trail light kisses along his neckline. “Vegeta?”
He looked down and saw the sleepy
questions in her eyes. Questions he didn’t have answers to. Questions that he
didn’t want to think about just now. He bent over her letting his lips move
over hers softly. Right now this was the only answer he could give her. He took
his time exploring her kiss like he never had before. This was not the action
of a man seeking only to satisfy his own desires. There was a deeper tender
exploration. Vegeta let his hand slip under her chin to tilt it up to his own,
and Bulma purred under the placid assault.
Pulling back, he smiled down at
the sleepy magnificence. “I want you, woman.”
He felt her shoulders shake, as a
light chuckle broke free. “What took you so long?” She sat up to pull the satin
gown over her head and let it trail to the floor.
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Lesson #5 Confessing
The morning light worked its way
through the light blue curtains. A sweet smelling breeze caused them to sway
softly, as Bulma snuggled her cheek into the warmth just below her. She became
aware of the satin skin, and lifted her eyelids. She froze as she stared across
the board expanse of chest. For a moment shock and fear rushed through her.
Confused she sat up to see just who had made their way into her bed last night.
Vegeta stopped trailing his
fingers through the blue tresses, and studied her stunned expression. She was
wide eyed, as she looked him over. Reaching out a hand to touch him, checking
to see if the masculine form was reality, or just her imagination.
“Vegeta…” She choked. Bulma slid
back and pulled the blanket up to cover her body. Running a hand through her
hair, she turned away embarrassed that he should see her like this. “What are
you doing here?”
Vegeta readjusted himself, and
put his hands behind his head. “I was not aware that I was suppose be absent
with the light, woman.” He flashed her his classic smirk.
Bulma’s wide eyes opened and
closed slowly. “You always have before.” It was all she could think to say. Of
all the times she dreamed of waking up in his arms, she had given up hope of it
ever actually happening. She leaned over him to place one hand on his forehead.
Vegeta shook her off, and
growled. “Woman.”
“Well, damn it! I have to see if you’re running a fever.” She
set her arm at her sides. “Where you in a fight with some one last night?” He
cocked his head at her, signaling his annoyance and snorted. Bulma shrugged
back and tried again. “You had a bad fall?”
“Knock it off!” Vegeta growled
tossing the sheet aside. He rose from the bed, the hard curves of his back
flexing with the movement. “If my presence in your bed bothers you so damn much
then I…” He felt her grabbed his arm in a tight grip. He turned his head to
look down at her.
“Why where you here Vegeta?” She
whispered not letting go. The intensity of her eyes was compelling, and he
could not look away. Bulma blushed and broke their eye contact. She kept her
face discreetly turned knowing that if she were to look at him again she would
be lost. She really didn’t want him to read the expression of hopefulness. She
had to many dreams, to many fantasies that revolved around this man to risk it.
“I needed to see you. I had
important things to ask you.” Vegeta moved his free arm, and brushed her hands
away. She dropped the hold with out a fight, and he retrieved his pants from
the floor. “I realized that I have a lot more to learn,” He admitted. “If I am
to remain here on Earth.” He sat down on the bed and pulled the pants over his
legs.
Bulma’s head shot up so fast that
the hair bounced around her glimmering eyes. “You’re staying here?”
Vegeta sighed deeply, and looked
up at the roof, the strong shoulders dropping with the movement. “I can’t leave
you woman.” He let out an angry burst of sound. “I am not saying this is going
to be easy for you. I am not a soft man. HELL, I am not even a kind man, but I
want to learn to care for you, like you care for me.” The sharp intake of her breath caused his
head to turn to her. “What?” He glared at her daring her to comment.
“Vegeta?” She sniffed, and tried
to wipe the huge tears from her eyes. “Are you trying to say you love me?”
“Love!” He came to his feet, and
stalked to the middle of the room. He stood there still as stone for a long
moment before firing back. He turned on her swiftly. “Woman, I don’t even know
what this LOVE you are always talking about is.” He pointed out harshly. “You think
Freiza would have found a way to add something like that to Planet Purging 101,
wouldn’t you.”
The sarcasm was thick, and Bulma
settled back on the bed thoroughly chastised.
He looked over at her and frowned. He hated seeing her look so damned disappointed.
Drawing on his deepest resolve he looked at her with dark eyes as he added.
“But if this love is caring how some one else is feeling, or never wanting to
leave their side…” He hung is head and continued, each word forced. “If love is
worrying if that some one is hurt or scared.” The next words where shaky, and
Bulma could tell they were pulled from the very core of his being. “If love is
being willing to die to protect that some one from harm, then I already love
you.”
“Oh Vegeta!” She sprang from the
bed, tossing the blanket aside. She threw her arms around him.
“Damn it woman!!” He groaned
rolling his eyes.
The end