Bulma allowed the cool of the night wind to caress her skin. She had done a rather good job of avoiding Vegeta these last couple days. Why? Why should avoid him, all that happen was a little kiss. No it was more then just a little kiss, it had turned into something much more, and it would have lead to a place she wasn't sure she should go to. Bulma lite a cigarette and inhaled deeply, what was she so scared of.
Bulma spent all day rationalizing everything, damn her scientist mind. Bulma was a scarred woman a ten year relationship just doesn't go away. Yamcha had been her world, and that had come clashing down, but she was a woman with needs. She laughed to herself remembering when Dende told them Nameks didn't have sex. Relationships where more then sex, but did she even want that. Shaking her head she decided she need to get something to eat.
Bulma made the way to the kitchen and started to make herself a turkey sandwich. She had just finish when she turned around to pour herself some milk. Turning back around she found her sandwich was gone and the theft sitting at the opposite end of the bar quite satisfied. "I guess I wasn't all that hungry,"
"You don't need to eat anyways woman your already much to heavy."
"Fuck off." Bulma leaned against the fridge looking at him.
"Always such vulgar language."
"So it not like what comes out of your mouth is much better."
"Hmpf" He went to finishing Bulma's sandwich.
"The bots still functioning properly,"
"Yes."
Bulma didn't know what to do or say so much she wanted to do and say to him, but she wanted to say something.
"My hand pretty much healed."
"And I care because.."
"Whatever I figured since you saw fit to treat it, but never mind," She paused for a second looking at her hand it was still a little scarped but that was even going away. "You know when it happen I was almost glad."
"Woman you make no sense."
"Let me finish, no lately my life been falling apart, when it got cut it was burning and painful, but I been so lost the pain let me realized..."
"You where still breathing." Her eyes meet him as he said that, he knew exactly what she meant. Her heart was skipped a beat, as he stood up and moved towards her. She tried to step back away, but there was no where to go. She wanted him, wanted to taste him, to have him. Bulma side stepped away, get a grip with it girl she thought to herself.
Vegeta growled under his breath in frustration. "Woman"
Before he could get any more words out, "Woman what Vegeta, come on do you think me so deprive, I just got out of one hell of a relationship, I don't need more complication in my life right now." Bulma turned her back to him, but then looked back over her shoulder at him. She caught a look in his eyes the same look that starred back at her every morning in the mirror, loneliness. Turning her head back around, she walked towards the door.
"Vegeta I'm sorry." With that she quickly made her way out of the kitchen. Bulma didn't stop till she made it to her room. She was getting way to close to Vegeta for comfort. What was she so scared off. Being used that was it, come on would he any desire for her passed a good fuck, hardly doubt it. Then again did she want any more from Vegeta. And why was she running, Bulma had never ran from anything. She made up her mind, Bulma stood up and walked out her room back towards him. It didn't take long he was there in the hall with her, standing before her.
"What now." Bulma moved towards him and like the last time before she gave herself time to think she was kissing him. She lost herself against his chest lips press against each other till finally she traced her tongue across his lips begging to be let in. He allowed her as his own tongue battle with hers. Bulma didn't know for how long they kissed before he finally released her.
"I don't know if this is right." Bulma stepped away form him, "I don't know what I want."
He smirk at her, stepping towards her and once again Bulma found herself with a back against the wall. "Woman I can smell it on you what you want."
"What!"
"You want to just let go don't you to just say fuck it to everyone around you and do what the hell you want, to fulfill your desires."
He was so close to her, with each rise and fall of her chest her breast rubbed against him. Bulma heart was pounding, "And I don't want used either."
"Who said I was going to use you, if anything it seems by the way your acting you are the one who want to use me." He trademark smirk was across her face, he had her corner, and he wasn't going to let her run this time. "Woman tell me why you come running back if you didn't have any desire." His hand trace her check bone till he hand her hand on her chin, pulling her face up to meet his.
"Because I want to feel something other then pain, I want more then liquor to dull the numbness," Biting her lips finally she let the words that she had tried to hide and bury finally arise from her lips, "I want.." she stop if she said it there was no going back.
"You want what woman?"
"Damn it to hell Vegeta I want you." No more then a second after those words left her mouth his mouth was back on hers. Bulma pressed her whole body into his. She grasp as his hand moved to her hips pulling her into him and Bulma realized how much she want him. His hands then moved to her shirt reaching to pull it off, then when Bulma released her lips from his.
"Not out here not in the hall."
"then where woman." Bulma gave a sheepish grin as she pointed towards her room. Allowing her away from the wall he followed her inside.
Bulma awoke the next morning, he was gone, she hadn't even expected him to stay. She felt good. She had allowed herself to let go, to just fuck it, fuck the whole world and what she they said. It had been nothing but pure passion and Bulma even wonder if she had a voice left from the screaming she had done. Vegeta had been amazing, he was so powerful so in command and Bulma had submitted to it. He had done things for her that in ten years of sex with Yamcha she had never experience. She smiled, but yet she had even made the mighty prince speechless.
But something she didn't think would happen did, she found herself now this morning still wanting him. Last night Bulma believed that if she just got it out of her system she could go back to life as normal, but how could any woman. When you have sex with a man like that no other sex could ever hold a candle again. Bulma she thought to herself you need to get to the lab and try to get him off your mind.
He had left her that night as soon as she was asleep. He knew exactly what he was doing last night, he needed sex she was all but begging him to give it to her. What he hadn't expect was the desire he had to stay beside her. When she had fallen asleep she had been wrap around him her head on his chest. He watch her for a moment while she slept, it should have been easy a good fuck then leave her, nothing he hadn't done in the past then why had it been so hard last night.
Last night should have gotten the blue haired vixen out of his hair and yet he found himself this morning still wanting her. This mud ball was making him soft. He shook his head turning the gravity up higher he need to train and get her off his mind.
