Chapter 6 - Wreck
The air was still and humid. One could hear crickets playing in the grass, nothing was disturbing late night silence. Vegeta was lying in his bed, covers thrown onto the floor. He was watching the shadows of trees dancing on the walls of his room. He couldn't sleep, she hasn't come to him for days. Vegeta remembered her soft lips when she kissed him. Although she did it only once and he never tried to make it happen again, he remembered it well, like there was a stamp of her kiss in his brain. Vegeta wasn't sure if it was a good thing. He curled up, pulling his knees to the chest. Although it was hot inside, he somehow couldn't warm up.
It was near dawn when he heard her steps behind the door. He heard the door handle being pulled and she slid into his room. Blue haired, ethereal, fragile and beautiful. Her steps were soundless as she was coming near his bed, like if she wasn't there at all. Vegeta raised his head to take a full view of her.
"Bulma…" - his whisper only made her smile. She was wearing sateen, short nightgown with lacy selvage. It was the same color as her eyes, the eyes Vegeta couldn't really focus on. His eyes were wandering from her exposed cleavage to her smooth thighs - how could human skin look so smooth?
Vegeta gulped as she came closer and slipped her gown's strap from her shoulder. She leaned towards him and placed a kiss on his lips - gently at first only to deepen it after a few seconds. Vegeta's eyes went wider as he felt her tongue sliding inside his mouth, entwining with his own. Bulma pushed herself against his chest, stroking his hair with her fingers.
Vegeta was stiff.
"What's wrong? Do you want me to stop?" - she looked him in the eyes, searching for the answer.
"No".
She smiled, pulling his t - shirt to take it off. He didn't fight, he raised his hands a bit to play into her hands. Bulma kissed him again, even more passionately this time. She removed her brief nightgown, exposing herself to his eyes completely. Vegeta's finger trailed the way from her jaw to the hip, slowly like a torture.
Bulma touched his crotch through the fabric of his shorts, rubbing it slightly. She licked her lips, looking in his eyes in a challenging way. He was getting hard under her touch, which made her smirk a little. She pulled the brim of Vegeta's underwear, revealing his manhood. Bulma took it into her hand and encircled it with her fingers tightly as she started stroking it. Vegeta gasped quietly, it made her stroking a bit faster. Suddenly he shoved her hand away.
"Enough" - he hissed through clenched teeth. Bulma's hand reached for his member again, she leaned towards his face and whispered to his ear - "But I want you to come for me".
Vegeta pushed her hand away. He took his manhood into his own hand, gripping it so hard Bulma had to fight not to scowl. He began to stroke himself quickly, refusing to look at her. Bulma was watching, feeling a lump in her throat. After a while he grunted at his climax, leaving light stains on the sheets. He lowered his head, feeling a tear rolling down his face.
"I'm a wreck, Bulma. I'm damaged" - he whispered as he felt her small hands raising his head to face her.
"Then let me fix you".
A/N This one was a little creepy, I know. Tell me what you think, reviews are always appreciated!