p.s. yes, there's quite a bit of swearing in this one, so it's not for the kiddies...
Disclaimer: well what do u expect? like i could come up with something as great as DBZ or DBGT.....
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Bulma smiled dreamily as she watched him swagger into the gravity room. They had been out on a couple of dates, but this was the first time he'd acted serious about her. "You know," she said to no one in particular, "I think you're falling in love with him." She giggled and skipped inside.
~Omigosh Vegeta, what are you doing??!!!~ he screamed to himself while pulverising the machinery, almost forgetting to block a blast in his mad rush to escape his thoughts. ~She's a human! She's weak! She'll want you to change yourself for her! You used to hate her!~
"Yeah, and now your falling for her." He shook his head in an effort to clear it, but needless to say it didn't quite work...
Bulma's mum turned her head at the sound of footsteps. "Oh, Vegeta! How was dinner? Was it a good date?" This last she said in a teasingly suggestive tone, trying to get some reaction from her unusually quiet house guest. As he stalked past her he suddenly turned and roared, doing his usual Vegeta in a fit thingy.
"WHAT THE HELL HAS GOTTEN INTO YOU??????????" Her scream was louder even than his had been, and managed to wake him from his tortured silence.
"Huh? Wha-what did I do? What- fuck this!" At that he ran for his room, leaving behind a bewildered woman who didn't quite have any eardrums left to speak of.
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Vegeta was baffled. This was one problem he just couldn't figure out, no matter how he looked at it. There was no way he could deny, at least not to himself, that he was in love with Bulma. But there was no way he could be with her either.
~It wouldn't work; we'd fight or something would happen to stuff us up and then where would I be? She's been with heaps of guys before - what if I make a fool of myself? I'd never live it down - Vegeta the Great so fucking soft hearted that he actually cares for someone. And I can't do it. I WON'T! I won't let myself be hurt like that, won't let myself be weak like that~
Four hours and absolutely no sleep later, Vegeta was still lying wide awake. "Yeah, but I can't stop thinking about her either." He gave up, gave in to his desires, and started imagining scenarios of Bulma and himself. Finally he got some sleep.
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She couldn't remember when last she had been this happy, if ever. It was official: she and Vegeta were an item. Out of pure joy she did a little dance right in the middle of the street, ignoring the looks of passersby that said clearly they thought she should be locked away in a little white padded room. A little giggle burst from her lips, then she laughed outright, not at all descended from the heaven he had recently placed her in. She thought, smiling at the memories....
It was just the movies, but it meant so much more than that. He'd walked down the stairs looking so hot in a pitch black suit with a dark blue shirt that she nearly fell flat on her back. She wasn't too bad herself, slinky red dress and all, and she quite enjoyed seeing him falter at the sight of her. At the theater people stopped and turned to watch the couple pass, not only affected by the looks of the two but also by the waves of happiness radiating off them. It wasn't every day that you got to see a pair you just knew had been crafted for each other.
He had paid for her ticket, bought her popcorn; they shared the same drink. All throughout the film he cradled her hand in his own, occasionally raising it to his cheek or brushing it with his lips. At those times Bulma had barely restrained herself from jumping him there and then, seriously asking herself what exactly would be the problem with that.
After a rather boring film made memorable only by his presence, her man had even flown her home, much to her delight. Surprisingly he cradled her in his arms as if she were made of fine china, his strong hands warm and loving as they clutched her. Sighing at the thought of having to put his precious cargo on the ground when they reached home, he bypassed the house and took her to a secret place in the nearby forest where occasionally he went to escape us humans.
She sat on a rock, Vegeta kneeling before her. His hand trembled as rough fingertips brushed full red lips. He knew not what to say, knew not how to express the alien feelings invading his ice cold heart. Yet his very actions spoke more than a thousand words to Bulma - she who had seen this man kill as if it meant nothing. He looked at her with such helpless passion, such confusion at the power of his feelings that were she blind still she could have felt the love radiating out of him.
They stared for long moments in wonder at each other, then by unspoken agreement the passion began. First one kiss - deeper and more soulful than any experienced previously by either - followed by roving explorations of the other's body that brought shivers of delight and moans of barely contained desire. A nibble on the ear, fingertips running down the spine, trails of kisses up the chest - neither was in a hurry to get the job over with and so both were determined to milk all possible pleasure from the experience. And, both being as stubborn as you know them to be, you can be left in no doubt that they did
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The noise was amazing, louder than even it's creator thought possible, but that didn't distract him from his intense training. In fact he was so enthralled in the rhythm of flowing from blow to kick to blast that he didn't notice the striking woman slinking about the walls trying to watch without gaining attention. In a brief lull while her mighty prince caught his breath Bulma tiptoed across the floor to stand right behind him, running her fingers through his hair and her tongue up his neck when she did so. For a terrifying second he seemed about to strike, but then, realising who it was, he smirked and allowed her to continue. She did so, running her hands over hard pecks and abs, and lower, all the while caressing his neck with her kisses and extracting shivers by nibbling his earlobes. In a flash - so fast Bulma didn't register that she had moved at all until she came to rest again - Vegeta swept her to the floor with a wicked grin that clearly said: "my turn now", and with that he proceeded to cover her body with kisses and touches so tender yet provoking such reactions from her that Bulma was indeed very glad that she was already on the floor, for otherwise she would have surely fallen. At the random memory that reminded her Vegeta had never had another woman before, one thought screamed though her mind: Oh my god he learns fast!, for indeed he acted as though he had been born knowing how to give her pleasure.
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The fact that Vegeta still refused to hold her hand in public worried Bulma not one bit. She knew he saw it as a sign of weakness, and knew too that whatever happened to him in life, her prince would do everything possible to avoid anything weak. At that thought she grinned, knowing that until recently he had thought her weak, knowing too that her aggressiveness and skill at lovemaking had widened his eyes and broadened his perceptions.
"What are you grinning about, missy?" A testy Chichi asked her friend.
"Ahh nothing. Well, at least nothing you want to hear. I know how you feel about Vegeta, so I won't tell you." With that the dreamy smile that seemed her constant companion nowadays misted over her eyes, making her oblivious to her friend's 'hmph'd reply.
That afternoon Bulma decided to walk home from the Son house, savouring the beautiful day that perfectly suited her mood. She was lost in thoughts of her Vegeta, creating a plan of attack that would draw him away from his training session upon her return. That part at least was easy - neither had tired of the thrill that chasing and capturing the other invariably caused; the problem lay in maintaining the element of surprise and keeping her catch afterwards. Lately he had shown a disappointing tendency to escape back to the gravity room afterwards. ~Although, I shouldn't be surprised, I mean he's almost reached SSJ, so of course he wants to train as hard as possible despite whatever other pleasures the world might offer...tehehehe...~ And so, giggling at her thoughts, Bulma was oblivious to the semi-trailer that careered uncontrollably down the road until it barged straight through her and carried her on until it came to rest half way through a building.
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No thoughts were in his mind, no emotions in his numb body. There was absolutely and utterly nothing, complete silence as he sat contemplating the woman he thought he had loved who lay shattered on the hospital bed before him. Finally the words of the doctors sank in through the thick haze that was his mind: "she will never walk again". With a cry of anguish he tore himself from the room and flew off into the distance.
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........to be continued.........as you would expect, but of course i could be real mean and leave you all hanging on the proverbial cliff.......or at least, just to please me, could you pretend you're hanging in suspense??? pretty please?? oh yeah, and don't forget to tell me how stupid it was in that little box below (or if u're feeling generous u could tell me it was great....hint hint) ..........so um yeah.....
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