Then He Kissed Her
VI.
"Do you love me?"
The question played over and over in his mind, like a broken record. And just like a broken record, it wouldn't stop until it was fixed…just like the question.
How did he answer something so simple, yet so complex? His first instinct was to say no, but that would just make him a liar, and he was a man of his word.
But just because he didn't hate her, didn't mean he had to love her, right? Sure, the woman next to him was the one that understood him the most out of the whole stupid planet…but it wasn't him to know exactly what his feelings were.
So instead, he just moved more towards the end of the bed, shifting roughly underneath the covers, "Go to sleep, woman," was his only mumbled reply.
Bulma was quiet for awhile, not exactly sure how to respond to his demand. But then she quickly smiled. Sure, Vegeta didn't say he loved her like she asked him, but his little 'go to sleep, woman' meant more to her than it would any one else.
She moved closer to him, resting her head behind his and her hands between her chest and his back.
A content sigh was heard from her, "Right back at you, man," and she laughed at her little joke.
Vegeta didn't make a sound or a move, so she figured he already took her advice and fell asleep. So she, too, closed her eyes and began drifting off slowly.
Yet unbeknownst to her, Vegeta was very wide-awake after her question. This angered him, considering he was hoping for a long, nice, peaceful rest. His mind was mostly blank, he still had no answer for her on that question, it was just the question itself that laid heavily on his mind.
What would he have done if he did say yes, he loved her? What would she have done? Would she have jumped for joy and hung on him all night, talking away about whatever it was she liked to talk about? Or would she have broken his heart…just teasing him by saying she loved him…wanting to taunt him until he said it back?
Vegeta cringed at the thought. He was too busy in his young life to worry about ever having a girlfriend so he didn't know what a broken heart felt like, but it sounded painful…in both perspectives.
But he didn't consider Bulma as a girlfriend, no way. She was just someone that slept with him and said 'I love you' a lot.
He smirked, imagining telling that to someone and hearing him or her say, "No, that would make her your lover."
But he didn't consider her that either! Bulma was just a good friend to him…nothing more…
HA! Yeah right, and he was stupider than Kakarot.
Vegeta grunted to his self-conscience, forgetting to keep quiet.
"Vegeta?" he heard her ask.
He sighed and turned over on his back. He might as well talk to her for awhile, he wasn't getting any more tired just lying there and thinking.
"Are you okay?" Bulma asked, moving away from him a little so he wouldn't be right near the edge and tried to pull him with her. It really didn't work, but he understood what she was trying to do and moved himself over, finally feeling the bed on both sides of him.
He looked over at her and, since his eyes got adjusted to the dark, he could see her big blue eyes staring at him with concern.
Vegeta grinned then tisked; "You shouldn't worry so much, woman. It gives you gray hair."
Bulma frowned and shoved him, but it didn't budge him anyway.
"I was just wondering why you weren't asleep. You said you were so tired before."
He growled and turned away from her, "It's your fault."
She looked surprised, "My fault?!" but then she realized why it was her fault and her face eased into a smile. Bulma cupped his cheek farthest away from her, then slowly ran it down underneath his chin, lightly brushing her hand against his neck.
Vegeta closed his eyes, leaning into her palm more. Upon doing this, Bulma giggled lightly, moving her hand down to caress his chest in circles.
"Woman?" he asked lightly.
"Hmm?" she answered, looking to his closed eyes, but not hearing a response.
She decided to try again, thinking that he didn't hear her, "What is it, Vegeta?"
He opened his eyes slightly and looked over at her. Bulma couldn't help but smile down at him, liking how peaceful he looked when he was half-asleep.
"Why are you doing this?" he asked suddenly.
Bulma looked taken aback at his question, "Doing…what?"
Vegeta sighed loudly; "You know exactly what I mean."
She stayed quiet for awhile, thinking it over until she came to the conclusion that what he wanted to know was why she was touching him so…lovingly, if that was the word.
"And you, my dear, already know the answer to that," Bulma giggled, poking his chest with her index finger when she addressed him.
Vegeta raised an eyebrow at her, "Fine. You want to have it that way…I'm asking why to that answer now."
"I…" Bulma stopped, "wait, now you got me confused."
He chuckled, "And you say you're the smartest human."
Bulma scowled at him, "I am! I just…don't know what you're asking exactly."
Vegeta sighed again, hating himself for what he was about to say, "Why do you love me?"
It was Bulma's turn to laugh and that only made Vegeta's heart drop.
"Vegeta…you don't ask why people love you. It's the fact that they just do that makes it important," Bulma explained, hugging him closer to her.
"Oh…" was all Vegeta could think of to say as he felt his face turn hot, feeling himself blush from his stupidity.
They got quiet, the only thing happening was Bulma still moving her palm across his chest. Over time, she began moving her hand down further to his abdomen, then to his lower stomach…
"Bulma?" he asked quickly, looking down at her.
She smirked up at him, but continued to caress, "Yes?" she asked innocently.
Vegeta grabbed her hand and held it tightly against his, getting a look of confusion from Bulma.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
Bulma smiled and quickly kissed him, "You ask too many questions."
He growled at her, pushing her hand back to her, "I have the right to know what the hell you plan on doing before I just let you take complete control of my body."
She did her little flirtatious laugh as she sat up and flung her one leg over him. Bulma sat on him, straddling him, as she looked down at his shocked face, "Oooo, complete control of your body? Sounds tempting…"
Vegeta rolled his eyes, "Since when do you act like a feline in heat?" he asked, about to push her off of him.
"Because maybe I am," she stated simply, freezing Vegeta from doing his task.
Bulma bent forward and began rubbing her head under his chin and purring like a cat. At this, Vegeta couldn't help but laugh, which made Bulma laugh as well.
"Meow, I like my owner, meow," Bulma purred again, "My owner's so good to me, meow."
"Heh, yeah, the master constantly abuses the slave, yet the slave still has to say how good the master is to it…" Vegeta said, momentarily thinking about his past.
Bulma stopped and glared at him, then scratched down his chest with her long fingernails, "My owner just said something stupid, meow."
From her fingernails sliding down his bare chest, Vegeta felt a pleasure unlike any other he had ever experienced, but didn't want Bulma to catch on to that. So instead, he just laughed, "You can act so childish sometimes."
Bulma smiled a little, stopping everything she was doing to just look down at him.
Vegeta noticed this, "What?"
"Vegeta…" she paused, not quite sure if she wanted to say that to him, "Can I…I have…I was wondering…"
He got annoyed that she kept beating around the bush and not saying what she wanted to say, "Would you just say it already!"
Bulma sighed, "Vegeta…I want to give you something I never gave anyone else…"
He raised his eyebrow again in curiosity, "Oh? And what would that be?"
Bulma bit her lip and took in a wavering breath, then letting it out slowly.
"Me," she said simply.
Vegeta's eyes got wide right away, "What?! Woman, I don't think—."
He stopped as he looked up into her eyes and saw the hurt form within them. Vegeta didn't know it would have that effect on her for him to say no, but then he remembered that she never been through that. She told him that she said no to Yamcha and they've been together for what seemed like forever. And here she was, with someone she only just got close to, asking him to be her first. Vegeta knew it took all her courage just to muster up the strength to ask him, hoping she would not be rejected.
But why now? Did she really need him…want him…that much that she couldn't wait? Vegeta wasn't really one to question on the matter, but his mind told him to say no, while his heart yelled at him to say yes…and be with that one person that actually has enough insanity to love him.
And for the first time in the prince's life…he listened to his heart.
"Bulma…" he said, reaching his hand up to caress her cheek.
She closed her eyes and sighed silently, "D-does that mean…yes?"
Vegeta smiled…a real, genuine smile, hardly ever seen plastered on his face by anyone…except Bulma.
Bulma laughed out of pure joy as she leaned down on him and wrapped her arms around his neck, "Oh Vegeta…I love you."
He, too, wrapped his arms around her small frame, holding her close to him to show…that he loved her, too.
Vegeta rolled her over, so now it was his turn to look down at her, seeing her eyes sparkle with anxiety. He chuckled lightly as he leaned down and kissed her neck
"Go easy…all right?" Bulma told him, reminding him it was only her first time.
Bulma felt Vegeta smirk on the side of her neck and felt his hot breath penetrate around her ear, "Only at first…"
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The next morning, Bulma awoke to the sound of running water. She slowly opened her eyes and felt the slight pain between her legs. She ignored it, though, as she smiled and ran her hands over the sheets.
'Last night was so amazing…' she thought, 'just how I always wanted my first time to be. Ha! Who would have ever thought it would've been Vegeta?'
Bulma giggled to herself as she rolled over to her stomach, feeling the cool, soft mattress press against her front, 'I'm glad it was though.'
Just then, she heard the water from the shower stop and a few minutes later, she saw Vegeta emerge from the bathroom in his training shorts and a towel around his neck.
She sat up, making sure to keep the sheet over her, still a little shy of being naked in front of him, "Good morning!" she exclaimed cheerfully.
Vegeta only grunted in reply as he walked across the room, to his dresser, and put deodorant on.
"What are you gonna do?" she asked, watching every move he made.
"Train," he stated simply, "and when I come back in, in about two hours, I expect breakfast."
Bulma scowled at him, "Who's to say I'm even going to get up in the next two hours?!"
He chuckled and stood at the end of the bed, grinning down at her angry face and the way her knuckled went white when she gripped the bed sheets close to her. Vegeta leaned over the side of the bed and got close to her face, making her feel his hot breath once again, "I'm to say, good enough?"
And with that, he exited the room without a look back, closing his door behind him. Bulma stared at it before screeching and kicking her legs under the blankets.
"No, it's not good enough!" she yelled to know one, but crawled out of bed to get ready for the day anyway.
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About an hour later, Bulma was down in the kitchen, looking around to try to find something decent for her and her prince to eat for a late breakfast. Once she got out her choices—sausage, bacon, eggs, pancakes, or hash browns—she decided to try to attempt all five…that should prove as a well balanced breakfast for Vegeta. She just had to make tons of each, that's all.
Forty-five minutes and a huge mess in the kitchen later…a delicious aroma washed through the kitchen and Bulma was delighted with herself.
"Mm, I think I did a pretty good job if I do say so myself!" she said while sniffing the air.
She opened the front door, about to barge in on Vegeta in the gravity room to tell him that breakfast was done, just in time to see Vegeta walk out of the stimulator on his own and see Goku and Gohan land in front of him.
Bulma smiled and ran out, happy to see Goku again.
"Hi, Goku!" she said, walking up next to Vegeta.
Goku turned to her, "Hey, Bulma. How's it been?"
She smiled, "Great! Just great," she then looked down at Gohan who was smiling up at her, "And how are you doing?"
"Fine! Me, Dad, and Piccolo have been training really hard. I think I'm getting stronger and stronger everyday!" Gohan explained, excited for himself.
Bulma nodded and was about to say something but was cut off by Vegeta.
"What are you doing here, Kakarot? Shouldn't you still be training with that Namek in the mountains somewhere?" Vegeta asked rudely.
"Well, today Piccolo decided to meditate and me and Gohan want to train some more, so we were wondering if you wanted to take the place of Piccolo today, Vegeta," Goku said as Gohan nodded beside him.
Vegeta crossed his arms and put on his smirk, "Well, I would say yes, but compared to that Namek, he's nothing and I don't know if you're brat would be able to handle the extra pressure."
Goku put his hand on top of Gohan's head, "He can do it, right?"
Gohan nodded vigorously, "Uh-huh! I want to get even stronger, so that's okay!"
Vegeta closed his eyes and stood more arrogantly, "If you say so…shall we start now?"
Goku was about to agree, but stopped and began sniffing the air, "Wow! I smell something good! What are ya making, Bulma?"
Bulma smiled, knowing she would hear that from him some time or other, "Breakfast. And it's done, would you and Gohan like some? I made plenty."
Goku's face lit up and he laughed, "Yeah, we would love some!"
Then without another word, Goku ran into Capsule Corp., followed closely by Gohan. Bulma watched them go in before turning back to Vegeta, noticing the scowl on his face.
"You too, Vegeta. You told me to make you food and I did, so come eat with us."
Vegeta shuffled to the door, Bulma to his side.
"I don't know why you need to invite Kakarot, he's only going to eat all of it!" Vegeta said roughly.
Bulma crossed her arms across her chest to mimic Vegeta, "I invited him because he's my friend and he…"
Before she continued, they entered the kitchen, just in time to see Goku finish the very last piece of everything.
Vegeta and Bulma both clenched their fists as their faces got red hot.
"GOKU!" Bulma yelled.
"KAKAROT!" Vegeta yelled at the same time.
Goku…being completely oblivious to the fact of why they were mad, tilted his head to the side and looked at them confusedly, "Uhh…what?"
Hello! Okay, for all those lemon lovers out there, I'm sorry I skipped that little scene, but I tried to write one for "If I Could Turn Back Time," and it didn't come out as great as I hoped, even though it wasn't terrible. But ya know…I hope you enjoyed this chapter anyway and sorry it took so long to post this one. And I don't think I left it off at a big cliffhanger this time, ne? lol.