By: Mattel
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimers apply. (I'm too tired to write too)
Author's Notes: Okay, here's the fifth part of Gift of Words, and be warned.. it has a lime? citrus? taste on this chapter, not actually lemon.. ^^;; I really don't know what's the difference between lime and citrus when it came to stories.. ^^;; anyway, forgive my poor english though.. ^^;; it's not my native language.. so gomen.. ^^;; but I hope you would understand all the things I've been saying here.. ^___^;;
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Gift
of Words - Part Five
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Vegeta was staring at Bulma intently, he never gazed at her intensely like this before, and now he got the reason to, he caught the woman kissing his forehead for kami's sake! and that little portion of his flesh demands some more caress from the woman.
DAMN IT.
"Oops," Vegeta heard Bulma muttered as he pulled her gingerly against him, doing this to her completely confuse him. But one thing's for sure, he tingled for that woman's touch. He hated to admit it, but he needed to feel *her* against him. He needed the warmth and love this onna could offer. Vegeta pulled the oxygen out of his mouth so he could speak clearly without barrier, he stared coldly at Bulma's blue ones, with warmth as their comparison. He felt swollen from head to toe, but he paid no heed from that pain. He grasped much more tightly at Bulma's wrist, earning a whimper from her, he stared at her in surprise.
Bulma's eyes started to water, as she writhed beside him, "Vegeta, you're hurting me..," she complained, pulling away from Vegeta's grasp, it was then Vegeta realized that he'd been clutching to her wrist pretty hard.
Vegeta simultaneously let her go, he peered at her reaction after that.. it was then he smelled her scent. He cracked a little smile but then he smelled that weakling's scent mixed with hers. He frowned, he doesn't like anything from that weakling.
Bulma, in the meantime, was massaging her wrist from Vegeta's terrible and painful grasp at it, not that she knew the reason, she'd been totally caught off-guard by him. Especially, his stare, it was the thing that swept her away, he had *that* look of... *hunger*..
'for food?' Bulma suggested inside her mind, still massaging her aching wrist, 'he really needs to be give some food...' she thought as she stared back at those black pools of coal.
She felt something indecipherable cloud the whole room, she felt tension and pressure which were unbearable, she turned to leave but Vegeta's hand pulled on her right hand. She was pulled onto the bed with *him*. She was taken by surprise and found herself lying chest to chest with Vegeta, and what shocked her most is that she felt it was...... natural.
Vegeta was now breathing raggedly on her forehead, she let his breath calm her senses. It was very calming indeed, she let him hold her, since she doesn't have any options, now that Vegeta's arms were already on her back, encircling her waist and pulling her to him. She lay there, flat on her stomach ON Vegeta's stomach, so he has the advantage of *feeling* her now, she sighed contentedly while her mind was screaming at her to stop *liking* the sensations.
But she couldn't stop, she love the way he *feels*, even though, he was kinda.. hard to lay upon. because of his muscles and everything, but she couldn't help it if she still feel comfortable as she snuggled more on him. Then she suddenly stopped, feeling that she was being scrutinized and stared at. She tilted her head to find that Vegeta's staring at her intently, she caught her breath.
She caught something, or some emotions wriggle beneath that dark eyes, something warm.. but couldn't let go even if it wanted to. It was like something barricaded the whole path of its way outside. She suddenly climbed up to let her face reached his and let her head droop a little, and succeeding to taste Vegeta's 'still-raw' lips with hers.
She shivered involuntarily, she couldn't help but think why he has this effect on *her*, sure they've kissed now, but it's just a simple little kiss... people kiss often, but Vegeta doesn't know that. He was too reserved for a guy. She felt a tremor shaking his whole body but it had stopped. Bulma began to smoothen Vegeta's face with her hands, trying desperately to erase the 'ever-present' scowl on it. She chuckled when she stretched Vegeta's cheek all the way, baring his teeth.
Vegeta blinked, the woman had just made fun of him, but in a funny and amusing way, he snatched her wrist, both of them now, and rolled on the bed, keeping Bulma beneath him. He sneered at her when he finally managed to pin her down, he then looked at her with his hard and cold eyes, but couldn't help but softening a bit when Bulma's eyes just showed compassion and caring towards him. No mocking stares and amused glints. He pressed his body to hers even more, feeling himself molding with hers.. he then started to kiss her. The way he wanted to kiss her from the start, it was at first just a hungry kiss to a passionate kiss and to a desperate one.
Vegeta growled between kissed and Bulma just moaned. Their tongues both fought for dominance, seeking each other's territory, Bulma wouldn't just gave in without a fight so he met his tongue halfway, just before he could enter her mouth, she pushed him away, and they wrestled for a while until Bulma gave in and let him explore every section of her mouth, but only if he let her do the same to him.
They just kissed for what seemed some minutes until they both come up for air, they gasped from the intensity of what they just did, and if that's only while working on her mouth, what more would happen with the rest?.. Vegeta thought about this and smirked, this night would just be of pure pleasure, he wanted to please the onna using all his powers to do so, he doesn't know why...
He looked at her, looking deep at those blue orbs where he could always fall.. but something's not right now, he felt her stiffen as if she remembered something. She started to speak, "Vegeta.. ,"
Vegeta just kissed her on the lips to silence her, this was not the time for her mouth to be talking. Then he started to kiss her forehead instead, then trailing downwards, he started to rip her shirt slowly.. he then reached kissing her chin, to her neck... to the top of her breast when Bulma chose to open that big mouth of hers again.
Bulma looked at Vegeta pleasurably, but she couldn't lead him to nothing, it's just not right, she have to tell him now, before everything's too late, "I'm engaged to Yamcha, Vegeta," she whispered hoarsely, her voice cracking up as Vegeta stopped his exploration on her body.
Vegeta was shocked, he doesn't know how to act about this..
'So.. she's been engaged to that weakling'. He thought with disgust, he was obviously jealous, but he wouldn't admit it. He quickly got up from her despite how obvious his body was aching for her touch. He gathered things and flew away from the room by the window leaving Bulma shocked and still. She was feeling cold and disappointed.... and.. something else, she couldn't quite place.
"What did I do?," Bulma whispered as she lay on Vegeta's bed all alone and partly undressed.
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The stars were already hanging low in the sky, letting their sparks and little gleams of light fill the absence of the moon in the sky. Vegeta was perched up on a tree looking at them, feeling a slight tug inside his guts.
He couldn't help but feel idiotic and *sad* for the first time on his whole miserable life. He came close onto making a *weakling* his own mate, and not only that.. she was engaged to somebody else!, he doesn't want to *move in* to any other man's mate.
He couldn't understand what's his feeling for that weird chikyuu-jin, 'sure she was often loud-mouthed and idiotic and vulgar.. but she could understand me above all else...' he thought, shifting from side to side at the tree. It was really cold then, but he didn't paid it any heed. In fact, he's not feeling any of it.
The coldness inside him could outdo any physical coldness.
He doesn't know whether to shout for joy, to smile or to feel disappointed... he just feels so.... empty. Like a part of him was lost, like a limb was lost.. like when his tail was cut off him... but it was more than that, he couldn't quite place it.
'Damn you... I'm not allowed to have this feelings.. and if I ever would be.. I would never allow it..', he thought as he flew from the tree and went to the direction of Capsule Corps.
Even though his body and his hormonal urges have been urging him to take the woman then and there, he would HAVE to stop it using all of his will-power. He couldn't allow and lower himself into taking another man's mate.. No Way..
'I just have to train again to take my mind off that gorgeous body of hers.. ' he thought as he unconsciously wiped away a drop of drool that had found its way out of his mouth, when he realized what he was doing he cursed himself, 'damn'.
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"Mom, Dad~! Welcome back!," Bulma cheered as she hugged her parents that just came home from their business trip, completely ignoring Vegeta that was currently standing behind them waiting for each and everyone to get out of the doorway.
Mrs. Briefs smiled and returned the hug her daughter just gave her, "You seem so happy dear! It's really good to be home," she whispered as she hugged her daughter, noticing Vegeta, "Hey Vegeta-chan~! how're you?," she said, quite imposing that flirty voice of hers.
Vegeta just grunted.
Bulma rolled her eyes.
"Hey Dad~! Missed you," Bulma enthusiastically said as she turned to her dad, "Luv Ya,"
Mr. Briefs laughed and smiled at his only daughter, "I've missed you too dear," he whispered as he returned her hug.
Bulma kept them there and not moving out of the way, "Hey.. I've just got some news to share with you," she said to both of them. Bulma's parents just looked at each other with their eyebrows raised.
Vegeta groaned inwardly, he knew what she was talking about that *news* she got to share with them, he could just *feel* his insides crumble into pieces, even if his physical attributes show nothing close to it, in fact, he never felt he looked so composed in his life. He just smirked.
'DAMN~! this could NOT be happening,' he shouted inside his head as he felt something that nears the word 'care' for her. He couldn't get rid of it... he sure would be damned if anyone would know.
"I'm getting married within two weeks~!, aren't you excited?!" Bulma squealed as she leapt off from her feet and jumped onto her father, "I feel so great!,"
Bulma's parents just laughed, obviously happy that their daughter would finally be getting married.
Mrs. Briefs' smile faded suddenly, "Isn't it too soon?," she asked.
Bulma nodded, "Well.. it was supposed to be next month, but Yamcha called and canceled that date and he just said that the sooner the better.. ," she finished and flashed her dad a big flashy smile.
The sooner the better.
These words kept repeating itself inside Vegeta's head, he couldn't believe that the onna that he's been lying with last night would be getting married or mated or whatever the heck was that to that weakling!
Vegeta groaned and practically pushed everyone out of his way, making him quite disrespectful in front of Bulma's parents.
'And since when did I care about that?' he thought to himself as he make his way to a place not known by any of the z-senshi since the gravity room was broken, he'll just come back later.... for dinner.
Bulma's parents then turned and looked at Vegeta after he blasted off to thin air. They shook their heads.
"What's wrong with him now?," they both asked unison.
Bulma could just chuckle nervously, "Uh... hungry?,"
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end of part five ....
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To Be Continued ...
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Author's Notes: Well.. that was my part five~! ^^;; I know there's not much there, but hey.. we're almost at the ending of this mini-series~!
Give
me a piece of your thoughts and comments okay? Thanks minna-chan.