Waking up
Disclaimer: I have not earned enough money since posting the last fic to but the whole DBZ thing so I still own buttkiss. If you were confused about the last fic it was a taster for a longer fic (coming soon). This is also part of the same fic that I thought could stand up on it's own. Alll you need to know is that Vegeta had a nightmare and Bulma
ended up hugging him and falling asleep there. The longer fic is called 'Beneath the surface' and the author names are Assassin and Fichan as it is a partnership.
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Vegeta woke up slowly. He was still dog-tired from the previous day's training and was puzzled. "That much training shouldn't have made me that tired." He thought. He still hadn't opened his eyes, so the first indication he had of someone in his bed was soft breathing and the faint scent of perfume. He opened his eyes, ready to fight the intruder, and was startled to find his arms wrapped around Bulma's waist. He quickly let go and Bulma made a soft noise, turning towards the warmth of his body in her sleep. He sat up with some difficulty, as Bulma had fallen asleep right above him, with her head on the headrest. He sat up so that he could see her face, about to bawl her out.
He stopped, slightly confused and mildly amused at the mildly annoyed expression on her face and the frown on her lips. He then gazed in wonder at her aqua hair. It cushioned her head slightly and fell across her dozing face. He was intrigued. The only colour Saiyan women had to their hair, as far as he could remember was shades of black with red, brown and royal blue hints. He had a vague and distant idea of his own mother having a tint of light brown and his father had slightly red hair. That was probably where he got his own hair colour. He tentatively reached out a hand and caught a lock of hers. He stroked it softly in wonder, totally lost in his own curiosity. It was so soft!!! He had never felt anything like this before. He idly lifted the hair into a shaft of light and moved it, seeing the colour change subtly, from a dark sea green to a lighter turquoise…
He caught himself. "What..?" he yelled at himself as he dropped the hair and snatched his hand back. "...am I doing!?!?" He was angry with himself for getting mesmerised by his own feelings. How many times in the past had his curiosity led to trouble? How many times? And still he hadn't learned to control himself. It didn't help that he was curious even by Saiyan standards as well. Half the punishments he had received as a child were because of his being too curious for his own good. He got out of bed, leaned down to Bulma's face and growled,
"What are you doing here, woman?"