Chapter 9: In the Stacks

Vegeta was laying with his arms behind his head sprawled out on Bulma's bed. He watched her wrap herself in her silk dressing gown and head into the en-suite bathroom. Contemplating the last half hour as well as the night before, he couldn't help the smile that spread across his face. Man she's a great lay, he thought as he remembered the feel of her. But then his smug smile is wiped clean off as he realized what this means for her. Ugh, what have I done? He ran his hands over his face in exasperation. Even though he's admitted to himself - and Nappa for that matter - that Bulma Briefs is more than just a piece of ass to him, he still can't believe he's being so selfish. He could handle himself being in danger. Hell, he's practically been in danger his whole life. But seeing the woman in harms way made Vegeta feel... weird. Uncomfortable.

"You okay?" Bulma asked from the doorway of the bathroom, confused by the anguished look on Vegeta's face considering he wore a smug grin not five minutes before.

Vegeta gazed impassively at her. "Fine," he responded gruffly.

Bulma's eyebrows furrowed. Why's he being so odd? Who am I kidding, she chastised herself. This is Vegeta we're talking about. "Wanna go see what my mom's made for breakfast?" She asks, ignoring his sudden sullen mood.

As they made their way into the kitchen, Panchy couldn't help but grin at the two lovebirds as they go to sit at the dining table. "Good morning you two!" The blush that dusts both Vegeta's and Bulma's cheeks does not go unnoticed.

The table is laden with pancakes, waffles, bacon, sausage links and patties, scrambled eggs, oatmeal, yogurt and granola. No doubt made in abundance after Panchy realized Vegeta would be attending breakfast as well.

"I'm sure you both are famished." Subtlety was not one of Panchy's strong suits.

"Mom..." Bulma peaked at Vegeta out of the corner of her eye to see the tips of his ears turn red. He started reaching toward the food before him and began filling up his plate in an attempt to ignore Bulma's overzealous mother.

"Where's dad?" Bulma asked, diversion being her own tactic to use against Panchy.

"Oh, he's down in the lab already," she said dismissively with a wave of her hand.

Bulma and Vegeta's faces pink further under the steady gaze of Mrs. briefs. "So what do you two have planned for today?" Panchy questioned with a twinkle in her eye. She cannot hide her elation at these two finally admitting their feelings for each other. Maybe I'll get grandchildren sooner than I thought!

"Well it doesn't look like I'm making either of my classes today so I'll probably just be in the lab again," Bulma responded as she grabbed some oatmeal and bacon.

Panchy's face fell. "Are you staying to help her again today, Vegeta?" Her voice hopeful.

Vegeta paused mid chew and spared a glance toward Bulma. After a big gulp of orange juice he answered quietly, "she hasn't asked for my help today so I was just going to train since I don't have a shift at the coffee shop this morning. Also might hit the library at some point..." He trailed off feeling far too uncomfortable under Mrs. Briefs's questioning eyes. The old lady is too nosy for her own good.

"Oh the library would be a great place for you two to go! Bulma, you can't stay locked up in that lab forever. Why don't you accompany Vegeta and have yourselves a little study date." Panchy was way too excited by her suggestion. Vegeta looked as if he was having a hard time swallowing down his sausage.

"Mom stop meddling–"

"You can come if you'd like," Vegeta mumbled gruffly. If he's being honest with himself, he really would like to spend some more time with the blue-nette. However much time we have.

Bulma sat gaping at him. Never in a million years would she have believed that Vegeta of all people would want to hang out at the library with her. It just seemed so... She doesn't even know how to finish that thought.

"Um... sure. If you don't mind."

—

After breakfast Vegeta insisted on being the one to drive them back to campus. As Bulma stepped out into the driveway, she stopped short when she saw Vegeta walking toward a beat up old Kawasaki.

"You drive this?" Her voice is incredulous.

"Had her since I was sixteen. Still gets me to where I need to go." Vegeta misinterprets the nervous look on Bulma's face. "You afraid to ride on a motorcycle, woman?" He questioned through his shit-eating grin.

"Psf," Bulma scoffed. "Of course not. I can build a motorcycle from the ground up. I just don't trust you on this rickety old thing."

"Well it hasn't killed me yet, so if you want to get to the library at some point today then you better hurry up and get your ass on already." Don't insult Sheryl like that, woman. And yes I named her.

Vegeta climbed on the bike and looked expectantly toward Bulma. She stared back at him with curiosity. Something in him had changed and she wasn't sure if it was the sex or something else, but vegeta seemed more... fragile for some reason. She couldn't quite put her finger on it. Shaking her head of her errant thoughts, she hopped on the bike behind vegeta, wrapping her arms around his midsection. Vegeta revved the motorcycle and it jerked forward onto the street. He streaked across the streets of West City toward the campus library.

As they approach the building, Vegeta couldn't help but revel in the feel of the woman's arms wrapped tightly around him. Made him think of being tightly wrapped around her in other ways. He smirked at the thought.

The Korin Library loomed above them in all its old burnished wood and brick glory. Vegeta stopped to park Sheryl along the sidewalk and went to stand, but Bulma still had her arms securely around his torso, her face buried between his neck and shoulder. "We're here, woman."

Bulma quickly released Vegeta at his words and jumped off the bike, avoiding eye contact. She felt so safe and happy resting against Vegeta during the ride, she hadn't wanted to let go. She blushes at her own behavior. She doesn't stop to think about what that may mean or dwell on her feelings for her asshole neighbor. She starts purposefully toward the ornate double doors of the library entrance. Vegeta stared after her in confusion, but began following closely behind.

He followed Bulma up the big winding staircase to the balcony overlooking the ground floor to a small alcove in the back corner, where a single table sat snuggled between the sections of Ancient Greek Primers and History of the Occult. He raised an eyebrow at her and her cheeks pink.

"This is my favorite section of the library. No one ever comes back here so I don't have to deal with any interruptions when I'm here." Vegeta just continued to stare at her impassively.

"Oh, shut up," Bulma grumbled, crossing her arms and stomping her foot. She threw her bag down on the table.

A slow grin spread across Vegeta's face. "So..." he said, sauntering slowly toward her. "No one comes back here?"

The gleam in his eye made Bulma gasp. Holy fuck! That look.

Vegeta continued his trek forward and, instinctively, Bulma stepped back. Having nowhere to go, she could feel the heavy bookcase rough against her backside as she attempted to escape his advancement. He stood before her, glaring down at her bewildered face. Suddenly he grabbed her around her waist, lifting her, making it to where she had to grab ahold of his shoulders and wrap her legs around his waist to keep from falling to the floor. Holding her gaze, Vegeta leaned down to trace her clavicle with his lips.

Bulma let out a gasp. "Vegeta... what are you doing?"

He continued to kiss his way up the side of her neck to whisper against the shell of her ear. "What's it look like, woman."

Bulma couldn't smother the groan that escaped her lips at the feel of his teeth pulling her earlobe. What the hell is happening to me?! She screamed in her head. Not ten days ago she harbored an intense hatred for this man and now, here she was mewling in his arms. In the library of all places!

As Vegeta continued to kiss down her neck, moving increasingly close to her breasts, Bulma couldn't help but feel a sense of confusion. Almost dread. She was suddenly reminded of his weird mood when she returned from the bathroom this morning. Something was plaguing Vegeta and it seemed he was trying to use sex as a diversion. What's going on with him?

Her thoughts of Vegeta's feelings and motives were obliterated as Vegeta savagely started biting her breasts through her bra and teeshirt. Agitated, he suddenly leaned back and divests Bulma of her shirt, carelessly throwing it behind him. He swiftly pulled the cups of her bra down, bending his head, starting to slowly swirl his tongue around Bulma's taught nipple.

"Ah!" Bulma's hands fly into Vegeta's hair where she pulls, hard. Vegeta let out a groan, one full of carnal desire. The sound makes Bulma even wetter.

"God, why did you have to wear jeans?" Vegeta questioned as he attempted to undo the button of her bluejeans while her legs are still wrapped around him.

"Why're you so greedy," Bulma replied cheekily. She immediately regretted it. There's flash of emotion in Vegeta's eyes and Bulma is once again reminded of the agonized look on his face from this morning.

But before she can question it any further, Vegeta quickly set her on her feet and turned her to face the wall of books. He grabbed her by the hips and began grinding against her backside so she's able to feel his erection. Quickly moving his hands to the front of her jeans, he deftly undid the button and dragged down the zipper. He slipped his hands inside the waistband, under her panties, and around to her butt. He gently squeezed, moaning in Bulma's ear, making her whimper.

"God, woman, I love your ass." Without preamble, Vegeta pulled down Bulma's pants, dragging them to just under her butt cheeks. Moving her underwear to the side to slide two fingers in her dripping pussy. "Mmm, so wet for me."

"Ah! Vegeta!" Bulma can't keep still, leaning into his touch.

"Quiet. This is a library, woman." Bulma immediately shut her mouth.

Vegeta continued the slow torture of his fingers inside of her. Slowly in. Slowly out. Dragging out ragged breaths from between her parted lips. She wants him inside her. Now. Unable to take it anymore, Bulma reached her hand behind her, clawing at the front of his jeans. She grasped his erection through the denim and gave a gentle squeeze. She's satisfied by the passionate moan the action elicited. Vegeta swats her behind.

"Greedy, vulgar woman."

He grasped the waistband of her panties, dragging them down her hips to join her jeans at the base of her buttocks. He jerked her backside toward him so she's leaning forward against the bookshelf. Vegeta reached down to undo his fly, letting his erection finally spring free. Bulma couldn't keep the hungry look off her face as she gazed over her shoulder at the appendage. Her pussy clenches as she watched Vegeta slowly pump himself several times before lining himself with her entrance.

"Oh my god. Fuck." Bulma couldn't help the quiet expletive as she felt Vegeta's cock stretch her. She didn't think she'd ever felt this much pleasure before. If this is sex, I don't know what I was having before. She was surprised that it could feel as mind-blowing as the first time. Would I ever tire of this man? She could hear Vegeta's ragged breaths in her ear, making her that much more turned on.

Vegeta began a slow pace, enjoying the feeling of the woman's pussy gently squeezing him. He was utterly lost. And suddenly desperation set in. His thrusts became frantic. His emotions were frayed, like live wires. He was unhinged. He grabbed Bulma wherever he could. Her breasts, her ass, her hips. He had an unexplained need to simply touch her. Caress her body as if it was the last thing he'd ever get to do. He was on the brink. He brought his hand around to Bulma's clit and began rubbing a frantic tattoo. Bulma could feel his distress. She gently pushed Vegeta's hand away to help claim her own release, in turn hopping it'd spur Vegeta's. She didn't know what was eating at him but if this was something he needed, she would give it to him. And let's face it, she wanted release too. She could feel her orgasm approaching. Vegeta could too. He clamped his hand over her mouth to muffle her screams. "Give it to me, woman." And Bulma did. Spiraling out of control as her orgasm overtook all of her senses. She was vaguely aware of Vegeta's cum hot inside of her. Her limbs felt like jello. She probably would've collapsed if it wasn't for Vegeta holding her up against him.

Slowly but all too quickly, sense returned to them. They could hear the chatter and bustling of the other patrons in the library. They could hear their ragged breaths. Bulma was uncomfortably aware of her exposed body in this very public space. Vegeta must have sensed her discomfort and quickly pulled out, making her feel unceremoniously empty. He stuffed his flaccid penis back into his jeans and went to help Bulma redress. He rightened her bra as well as her panties and jeans. He picked up her shirt from the floor and handed it back to her.

"Thanks," Bulma mumbled.

"No problem," Vegeta said, his ears feeling too hot.

Bulma couldn't believe it. Vegeta looked... shy. He stood there awkwardly in front of her as she put her shirt back on. She simply couldn't believe it. She was confused by his sudden shyness. For heaven's sake he just fucked me in the library, for crying out loud! Now he has the gall to look contrite? She watched as he scratched the back of his neck - a nervous habit she'd seen Goku do many times - interesting. This was not the cocky Vegeta she had come to know and love. Suddenly he seemed to think better of himself, and his perpetual scowl returned to his features. He glanced up at the woman before him, hating the fretful expression on her face. To distract her from his inner turmoil, he forced a smug grin on his face. Bulma's eyes widened.

"Fucking in the stacks of the library. Always been a dream of mine."

Bulma's jaw dropped. His confusing mood completely forgotten.

—

Not too long after their coitus against the bookshelf, Vegeta and Bulma finally sat down to do the studying they originally intended to do at the library. They were sitting side by side at the table, both reading through differing problem sets.

Out of the blue, Vegeta grabbed Bulma's right hand, slowly rubbing his thumb across her knuckles. Her knuckles were a dusty purple color. She winched a little, having forgotten about punching him in the face yesterday.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. He gave her a puzzled look.

"For what?"

"Punching you yesterday. It was uncalled for."

Vegeta chuckled. "If you hadn't we probably wouldn't be here right now. And I wouldn't want to give up the memory of fucking you up against that bookshelf for anything," he said, nodding his head toward the shelf to her left.

His words made Bulma blush. His cockiness is back in full swing.

They fall back into a comfortable silence. An hour later they're packing up their belongings and heading out of the library towards Vegeta's motorcycle.

"What's that?" Vegeta looked up to see Bulma pointing at a small manila envelope sitting on the seat of his bike. His heart stopped. Not here. He quickly grabbed the envelope and made to put it in his back pocket.

"It's nothing."

"Your facial expression tells me it's not nothing. Show me," she demanded.

"No." His voice stern.

Bulma's expression became annoyed. "Vegeta, show me what it is."

"Let it go, woman."

"No. Now show me before I have to take it from you."

"Tsch, like you even could."

She squared her shoulders and stepped toward him. She grabbed his face between her hands, kissing him hard on the lips. Vegeta was completely stunned. He knew what she was trying to do, but as soon as he felt her tongue brush against his lower lip he lost all sense of reality. Suddenly Bulma pulled away, a smile on her face and the envelope in her hand.

"Woman, give it back. Now." His tone hinted that he should not be messed with but Bulma didn't care. She turned her back on him and opened the envelope. Her eyes about bugged out of her head. She spun on him, glaring daggers.

"What the fuck is this?!" She yelled, holding up the single photo.

Vegeta stopped breathing, his brain quickly registering the image before him.