DON'T TELL GOKU, VEGETA'S DEAD!
CHAPTER 11 – These heated moments.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DRAGONBALL/Z/GT.
ALL CHARACTERS ARE A PRODUCT OF AKIRA TORIYAMA.
This story may contain Nudity, Sexual Themes, Violence/Gore, Strong Language, and Ideologically Sensitive.
A/N: -thought- "speech" (mental speech)
-Damn it! How am I going to convince her to… What the HELL am I doing waiting on her to make the choice? I'll convince her one way… or another.- Vegeta snared mentally as he came to the realization that he was the Saiyan prince and he waited for no one. He always got what he wanted.
Bulma was fastening the clasp between her breasts to her bra when Vegeta stormed into her bathroom. Her fingers lost their grip on the fasteners as she was backed into a wall in nothing but her underwear. She gulped as she had her face turned away from his. He hands sought out refuge against the wall, but found no grip.
Vegeta's eyes ran their heated course over her scantily clad body. They rest upon her face and noticed that her eyes were tightly shut and her blue lashes trembled with the force. He moved his hands to rest on the wall trapping her in between, not that she could escape otherwise.
He leant his head in closer to take in her feminine scent. She smelled of a combination of a tart and sweet fruit and his mouth waters slightly as his vision of what she would taste like on his tongue. His tongue slid over his lips as he fought the urge to lick the side of her face.
Bulma was tense with shock and from being frightened by the Saiyan's abrupt and unexpected entry. Earlier she had failed to notice her unfinished task of clasping her bra. The sensations she felt from her nude chest pressing uncomfortably against his warm flesh made it all too clear now as the halves of the undergarment hung at her sides like a vest.
Vegeta was still shirtless and in his training attire from the time before his death. He noticed Bulma's uncovered chest immediately as he pressed her into the wall. He was warring within himself not to part her thighs and take her as she was. She was witty and brash. Her newfound dark side intrigued him and her being almost completely nude was just the cherry on the cake. His body tensed as he drew in a breath and her sweet enticing scent along with it. When he exhaled his jaw quivered slightly as if not wanting to let go of the addictive smell.
Bulma felt his hot breath spread over her neck and cheek. She took her bottom lip into her mouth as the heat trailed across her skin. She stifled a whimper. If the whimper was out of fear or want she wasn't sure, but held it in none the less for each would damn her in his coal black eyes. She released her abused and swollen bottom lip opening her mouth to speak, but was smoothly cut off by the man that hovered over her.
"Wish me back woman. Find the balls and wish me to life again." The words came out in a seductive purr against her ear, but it still came out as an order. Whether he knew it or not; or perhaps Bulma's imagination was running away with her, couldn't be determined. His wickedness coiled and writhed in pleasure as he tortured his prey. She shuddered against him and it only heightened the pleasure.
Bulma steeled her senses and attempted to push Vegeta away. He wouldn't budge, not that she expected him to, but she had hoped he would get the hint and back off. He didn't. She burned her anger past her fluster and looked him in the eye. BIG Mistake! He ensnared her with his fiery gazed, but she held her resolve. Her azure eyes narrowed at the dead prince. She parted her lips and pulled in a deep breath to speak. Before she got her chance he sealed her mouth in a soul burning kiss. It seemed as if her brought the flames of Hell itself back with him and embodies them into a kiss.
Vegeta's willpower had momentarily dissolved and he plundered her sweet mouth. He moved one of his retraining hands to her hair and wove his fingers into place behind her neck bring her deeper into the flames of his passion. He would burn for her… he had burned because of her… he would burn for her again if she asked. This simple act alone was worth the short second trip to Hell.
She had fought against him to fall into the swoon of the kiss. She would not be subdued so easily. When he broke the kiss he smirked down at her knowing she enjoyed it even if she was at odds with herself over it. She glared a second death at him as she spoke her icy words with venom. "Are you done?" She scrubbed her mouth with the back of her hand as her features took on a look of pure disgust.
He moved back and away from her. He took in the glorious sight of her bare chest before she could scramble to cover herself from his lust filled eyes. "For now, but you will wish me back, woman." His smiled with victory down at her as she seethed back at him trying to seem unaffected.
"That's nice. Now, GET OUT!" She curtly roared as she picked up from the counter and threw bottle after bottle at him.
He chuckled as he dodged the bottles that seemed to come at him in slow motion. He caught everyone and sat them on the opposite end of the counter. "As you wish, woman." He turned to leave, but as he reached the doorway he turned and spared her a sideways smirk. "When this is over you'll want to wish me back." His smirk grew into a full blown sinister smile and then her departed shutting the door softly behind him.
Bulma's hands moved restlessly across her chest and she buttoned her bra and quickly threw on a shirt. She placed her palms on either side of her sink as she heaved her breaths. She snapped her head up to look at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes looked back at her for answers, but found none. "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?"