Disclaimer: DBZ is not mine so don't sue.
I decided to make this chapter from neither Bulma, nor Vegeta's POV. There's a sort of lemony thing going on at the end, but since I'm inexperienced at this, so don't judge!!!
Vegeta spent much of the next month avoiding Bulma. He wanted to avoid being too close to that woman again. She made him feel odd and uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable.
Bulma spent much of the next month in pain. Ever since that night on the roof she felt a hole had been dug in her heart. And it was getting bigger by the day. All she could manage to do was eat, drink and work. She felt achy and numb and went to sleep every night praying the pain would go away.
It never did.
On the first of May Bulma was asked to a meeting uptown. She begrudgingly went and prayed it would be a short meeting.
"Ah, Ms. Briefs so glad you could attend." The head councilmen said, his voice dripping with sugarcoated sarcasm.
"So happy to be here." Bulma said, with as much sarcasm.
The councilman faked smiled and sat down. "Gentlemen, and lady." He said, addressing Bulma as the only female, and decent person in the room.
"We are here to discuss extra-terrestrial life forms. Yes, I am talking about aliens."
The council smiled approvingly. Bulma wondered what was up.
"I have reason to believe that someone among us is housing a live alien. Someone…do you know who that is Ms. Briefs?"
Bulma was slowly beginning to understand. She should have realized when she found out it was the same people who argued against her becoming the head of Capsule Corp. when her father retired…
"Do you?" The councilman pressed.
Bulma stared at her lavender skirt and pulled it down over her knees.
"Ms. Briefs answer me!"
"I have a right to my silence!" Bulma yelled, trying to think of what that was called. Pleading the fifth???
"Ms. Briefs you are housing an extra-terrestrial life form, do you deny it?"
"No." Bulma said softly.
"Why did you not bring it to the proper authorities."
"Because…"
"What??? What excuse could you possibly have???"
"Because…he's…he…"
"He is it?"
"Because he looks like a human."
"He could be a shape shifter, we don't know what he could be capable of."
"He's not dangerous to the government!"
"What about the people?"
Bulma thought about this. He had tried to kill himself, what guarantee was there that he wouldn't kill other people?
"Ms. Briefs, we need that alien."
"No." Bulma said softly.
"What was that?"
"No, I'm not going to give him to you."
"Why ever not?"
"I refuse to let a living being be treated like one of your experiments! As far as I'm concerned all he is is an illegal immigrant!"
"Ms. Briefs you must surrender him to us."
"I don't know of any law where I am required to do that."
"Ms. Briefs…" The councilman said in a threatening tone. "Hand over the alien, or else."
Bulma stood up slowly. "You can have the alien. When hell freezes over. And in case I've missed something on the news, it hasn't. Good day to you all and may you all burn in the ever-burning hell." Bulma turned on her heels and walked out.
She got out of that building as fast as she could, to avoid being killed by a mass of angry councilmen.
She started her car and drove home. When she got there she noticed Vegeta had left another dirty pile of dishes for her to clean up. He spent all his time in the woods, training, and he only came in for meals. And he never cleaned them up.
After scrubbing the final dish Bulma collapsed on a chair and drifted into sleep.
BANG!!! The refrigerator door slammed.
Bulma jumped up. "What the hell?"
Vegeta smirked, that now famous smirk, at her. "Oh, it's you." Bulma said.
"Yes, it's me." He said, still smirking. He grabbed all the food he had snatched from the refrigerator and sat down.
"You know, you've eaten more food here in the month you've been here than all the years I've lived here combined."
"I highly doubt that. You're looking a bit plump in the middle."
"YOU'RE NOT EXACTLY MR. STICK YOURSELF THERE CHUBBY!!!"
"Muscles woman, muscles. Learn the difference. I mean it's not that you have any, but being Ms. Scientist, I think you should know."
Bulma opened her mouth to return a retort but she shut her mouth. After a moment she said, "Vegeta, what was it like…on your planet?"
Vegeta stopped eating and thought to himself for a minute. "There was a lot of fighting on the streets so the alleys were always occupied with dead bodies. There was no…what do you call them…police? There was no grass, no trees, and no plants whatsoever. It was basically all concrete. The sky was red and the weather was horrendous. One day it was dastardly cold, the next horridly hot. Basically it was a living hell."
"Why did you live there?"
"I was born there."
"Why didn't you leave?"
"I did."
"How…"
"I was suppose to blow up a planet, but I decided against it. This planet's old ruler had a treaty with us. I was coming here to die."
"Why would you want to die?"
"Why would I want to live, when I was really not living?"
"I can understand that."
"What would you know of pain? What's the hardest thing you ever had to do? Pick out a dress for your stupid fucking parties?"
"My life is not perfect!"
"Sure…"
"I have problems! Just like you! Just like anybody else!"
"Only yours are meaningless. You live in a lovely bubble world. You were born into a world of safety and complain about it. You are a spoiled brat, you were born a spoiled brat and you will die a spoiled brat. And nothing more."
Bulma stood up sputtering wordlessly. "You…you…you…FUCK!!!" She screamed and stormed out.
"THOUGHT YOU COULD HAVE COME UP WITH SOMETHING BETTER THAN THAT!!!" He shouted. "Stupid bitch." He mumbled. He finished his dinner and walked to his room. He was walking past Bulma's room when he heard muffled sobbing (I know it's been done a thousand times before, but cut me some slack this is my first lemony thing).
Fuck. He thought. He hated crying. He peaked through the crack in the door. She was curled up on her bed sobbing.
Vegeta smacked his head lightly. His pride told him to turn away and leave the woman to her own misery. His instincts told him to go to her. Comfort her. However possible.
That night, his instincts won.
He pushed the door open. "Woman?" He said softly.
"GET AWAY!!!" She screamed, throwing a pillow at him.
He caught it easily and dropped it on the floor. He inched closer to the bed. "Woman." He repeated.
"I SAID… go…" She sobbed.
"I thought you were stronger than that." He said, the comment harsh, the tone soft.
"You were right though…you were right…"
Vegeta sat on her bed and took her hand. "Don't ever admit to your enemy, that your enemy was right."
"But you were…"
"If you're ever going to win, you have to be convinced one hundred percent that you are right. Through and through."
She looked at him. Those big blue eyes looked like cool oceans of water. So cool…
Vegeta inched closer to her. She was so beautiful. So very beautiful. Vegeta had had his share of mates in his time but she was the most…he didn't think a word could describe it. Gorgeous? Wonderful? Extraordinary? No…too plain.
Finally, he couldn't help himself. He drew her face to his and pressed his lips with hers. Such a feeling he had never known. It was different than the usual lust. Surprisingly, she stuck her tongue in his mouth and drew him in closer.
He moved his hands towards her shirt and started unbuttoning the smooth white fabric. She didn't resist when he moved towards her bra…or towards her Levi's. When he moved towards her panties she stopped his hand and said drunkly, "You didn't let me." She said.
He looked at her confused and then she move her hands towards his cotton tee shirt and pulled it off. "Oh." He said as she moved her hands towards his spandex pants. "Need help?" He asked as she struggled to pull the skin-tight material off.
"Please." She said seductively and he pulled off the spandex and it joined the other clothes on the floor. She stared at the sight of him. He paid her no mind and went on with her panties. Then they were both naked. And there were no protests.
Vegeta leaned over Bulma and gave her a strong, short kiss. He then moved down her body, pausing only to nuzzle and nip at her breasts and stopped at her opening. He inserted his tongue and searched until he found her sweet spot. She bucked uncontrollably when she came, gasping in labored breaths.
Vegeta leaned over her, licking his lips, waiting for her. Bulma pushed his lips onto hers and tasted herself. She pushed him away so she would be on top. She went directly for his member and began to suck.
Vegeta moaned and clawed as he came into her mouth. It was now Bulma's turn to lean over her-soon-to-be-lover. "Let's end the tease." She said, smiling.
"I agree." Vegeta said, and he was on top again. He pushed his long, thick member into her tight opening and Bulma grimaced as she had when she had lost her virginity to Yamcha. With this much of a change in size, it was like losing it again.
Finally, he was in her. And they began their erotic dance. It ended, with them short of breath and lack of energy. She collapsed onto him (it ended with her on top) and fell into a peaceful sleep.
Both of their holes were filled.
Wow my first lemon. Well I tried. :-D.
I decided to make this chapter from neither Bulma, nor Vegeta's POV. There's a sort of lemony thing going on at the end, but since I'm inexperienced at this, so don't judge!!!
Vegeta spent much of the next month avoiding Bulma. He wanted to avoid being too close to that woman again. She made him feel odd and uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable.
Bulma spent much of the next month in pain. Ever since that night on the roof she felt a hole had been dug in her heart. And it was getting bigger by the day. All she could manage to do was eat, drink and work. She felt achy and numb and went to sleep every night praying the pain would go away.
It never did.
On the first of May Bulma was asked to a meeting uptown. She begrudgingly went and prayed it would be a short meeting.
"Ah, Ms. Briefs so glad you could attend." The head councilmen said, his voice dripping with sugarcoated sarcasm.
"So happy to be here." Bulma said, with as much sarcasm.
The councilman faked smiled and sat down. "Gentlemen, and lady." He said, addressing Bulma as the only female, and decent person in the room.
"We are here to discuss extra-terrestrial life forms. Yes, I am talking about aliens."
The council smiled approvingly. Bulma wondered what was up.
"I have reason to believe that someone among us is housing a live alien. Someone…do you know who that is Ms. Briefs?"
Bulma was slowly beginning to understand. She should have realized when she found out it was the same people who argued against her becoming the head of Capsule Corp. when her father retired…
"Do you?" The councilman pressed.
Bulma stared at her lavender skirt and pulled it down over her knees.
"Ms. Briefs answer me!"
"I have a right to my silence!" Bulma yelled, trying to think of what that was called. Pleading the fifth???
"Ms. Briefs you are housing an extra-terrestrial life form, do you deny it?"
"No." Bulma said softly.
"Why did you not bring it to the proper authorities."
"Because…"
"What??? What excuse could you possibly have???"
"Because…he's…he…"
"He is it?"
"Because he looks like a human."
"He could be a shape shifter, we don't know what he could be capable of."
"He's not dangerous to the government!"
"What about the people?"
Bulma thought about this. He had tried to kill himself, what guarantee was there that he wouldn't kill other people?
"Ms. Briefs, we need that alien."
"No." Bulma said softly.
"What was that?"
"No, I'm not going to give him to you."
"Why ever not?"
"I refuse to let a living being be treated like one of your experiments! As far as I'm concerned all he is is an illegal immigrant!"
"Ms. Briefs you must surrender him to us."
"I don't know of any law where I am required to do that."
"Ms. Briefs…" The councilman said in a threatening tone. "Hand over the alien, or else."
Bulma stood up slowly. "You can have the alien. When hell freezes over. And in case I've missed something on the news, it hasn't. Good day to you all and may you all burn in the ever-burning hell." Bulma turned on her heels and walked out.
She got out of that building as fast as she could, to avoid being killed by a mass of angry councilmen.
She started her car and drove home. When she got there she noticed Vegeta had left another dirty pile of dishes for her to clean up. He spent all his time in the woods, training, and he only came in for meals. And he never cleaned them up.
After scrubbing the final dish Bulma collapsed on a chair and drifted into sleep.
BANG!!! The refrigerator door slammed.
Bulma jumped up. "What the hell?"
Vegeta smirked, that now famous smirk, at her. "Oh, it's you." Bulma said.
"Yes, it's me." He said, still smirking. He grabbed all the food he had snatched from the refrigerator and sat down.
"You know, you've eaten more food here in the month you've been here than all the years I've lived here combined."
"I highly doubt that. You're looking a bit plump in the middle."
"YOU'RE NOT EXACTLY MR. STICK YOURSELF THERE CHUBBY!!!"
"Muscles woman, muscles. Learn the difference. I mean it's not that you have any, but being Ms. Scientist, I think you should know."
Bulma opened her mouth to return a retort but she shut her mouth. After a moment she said, "Vegeta, what was it like…on your planet?"
Vegeta stopped eating and thought to himself for a minute. "There was a lot of fighting on the streets so the alleys were always occupied with dead bodies. There was no…what do you call them…police? There was no grass, no trees, and no plants whatsoever. It was basically all concrete. The sky was red and the weather was horrendous. One day it was dastardly cold, the next horridly hot. Basically it was a living hell."
"Why did you live there?"
"I was born there."
"Why didn't you leave?"
"I did."
"How…"
"I was suppose to blow up a planet, but I decided against it. This planet's old ruler had a treaty with us. I was coming here to die."
"Why would you want to die?"
"Why would I want to live, when I was really not living?"
"I can understand that."
"What would you know of pain? What's the hardest thing you ever had to do? Pick out a dress for your stupid fucking parties?"
"My life is not perfect!"
"Sure…"
"I have problems! Just like you! Just like anybody else!"
"Only yours are meaningless. You live in a lovely bubble world. You were born into a world of safety and complain about it. You are a spoiled brat, you were born a spoiled brat and you will die a spoiled brat. And nothing more."
Bulma stood up sputtering wordlessly. "You…you…you…FUCK!!!" She screamed and stormed out.
"THOUGHT YOU COULD HAVE COME UP WITH SOMETHING BETTER THAN THAT!!!" He shouted. "Stupid bitch." He mumbled. He finished his dinner and walked to his room. He was walking past Bulma's room when he heard muffled sobbing (I know it's been done a thousand times before, but cut me some slack this is my first lemony thing).
Fuck. He thought. He hated crying. He peaked through the crack in the door. She was curled up on her bed sobbing.
Vegeta smacked his head lightly. His pride told him to turn away and leave the woman to her own misery. His instincts told him to go to her. Comfort her. However possible.
That night, his instincts won.
He pushed the door open. "Woman?" He said softly.
"GET AWAY!!!" She screamed, throwing a pillow at him.
He caught it easily and dropped it on the floor. He inched closer to the bed. "Woman." He repeated.
"I SAID… go…" She sobbed.
"I thought you were stronger than that." He said, the comment harsh, the tone soft.
"You were right though…you were right…"
Vegeta sat on her bed and took her hand. "Don't ever admit to your enemy, that your enemy was right."
"But you were…"
"If you're ever going to win, you have to be convinced one hundred percent that you are right. Through and through."
She looked at him. Those big blue eyes looked like cool oceans of water. So cool…
Vegeta inched closer to her. She was so beautiful. So very beautiful. Vegeta had had his share of mates in his time but she was the most…he didn't think a word could describe it. Gorgeous? Wonderful? Extraordinary? No…too plain.
Finally, he couldn't help himself. He drew her face to his and pressed his lips with hers. Such a feeling he had never known. It was different than the usual lust. Surprisingly, she stuck her tongue in his mouth and drew him in closer.
He moved his hands towards her shirt and started unbuttoning the smooth white fabric. She didn't resist when he moved towards her bra…or towards her Levi's. When he moved towards her panties she stopped his hand and said drunkly, "You didn't let me." She said.
He looked at her confused and then she move her hands towards his cotton tee shirt and pulled it off. "Oh." He said as she moved her hands towards his spandex pants. "Need help?" He asked as she struggled to pull the skin-tight material off.
"Please." She said seductively and he pulled off the spandex and it joined the other clothes on the floor. She stared at the sight of him. He paid her no mind and went on with her panties. Then they were both naked. And there were no protests.
Vegeta leaned over Bulma and gave her a strong, short kiss. He then moved down her body, pausing only to nuzzle and nip at her breasts and stopped at her opening. He inserted his tongue and searched until he found her sweet spot. She bucked uncontrollably when she came, gasping in labored breaths.
Vegeta leaned over her, licking his lips, waiting for her. Bulma pushed his lips onto hers and tasted herself. She pushed him away so she would be on top. She went directly for his member and began to suck.
Vegeta moaned and clawed as he came into her mouth. It was now Bulma's turn to lean over her-soon-to-be-lover. "Let's end the tease." She said, smiling.
"I agree." Vegeta said, and he was on top again. He pushed his long, thick member into her tight opening and Bulma grimaced as she had when she had lost her virginity to Yamcha. With this much of a change in size, it was like losing it again.
Finally, he was in her. And they began their erotic dance. It ended, with them short of breath and lack of energy. She collapsed onto him (it ended with her on top) and fell into a peaceful sleep.
Both of their holes were filled.
Wow my first lemon. Well I tried. :-D.