The Difference Between Love and Lust
Nutty Avadrea Thought of The Day: ever notice in the American Version of DBZ Bulma's Mother sounds like Betty Boop?
Note: I don't own Dragon Ball Z so please don't sue me I would really like to keep my cat. Thanks. BTW this chapter has two continuations.. Both different because some people like Lemons and some people don't. I'm going to try to make both fics different (Yeah forces you to read em both I know hehehe aren't I evil) one really romantic and one pretty hot. Oh yeah.. I have never written a lemon and not really comfortable with it but you asked for it. And I always try to give em what they want.
Bulma sat bolt upright gasping loudly in shock. Trying to clear the clouds form her mind she cried out when the bed shook again. She fumbled out to get to her feel only to have her legs tangled in her bed sheets. Pitching forward she closed her eyes tight knowing that the painful fall to the floor was unavoidable.
Strong hands caught her arms gently holding her in place. Opening her eyes slowly Bulma stared into pure unending darkness. Vegita frowned and set her down non to gently. "It's about time you woke up."
Bulma shock tore her gaze from the ebony depths of his eyes. "V-Vegita? What are you doing in my room?!"
"I am still waiting for my breakfast. Or have you forgotten about the dangers of having a hungry Sajyin warrior in your house." Bulma imagined this to translate to mean 'Feed me now Woman before I eat your father's stupid cat.'
"Okay okay" she mumbled stretching. "What time is it anyway?"
Vegita shrugged nonchalantly. "Past breakfast time. Way past."
Bulma rolled her eyes. Sajyin really did have a one track mind when it came to food. Tightening the belt on her robe she marched downstairs with a very hungry Sajyin prince following behind her secretly admiring the sway of her hips.
Vegita collapsed into bed wearily. Despite the late breakfast he had gotten in a acceptable amount of training today. He was still unable to attain his goal of Super Sajyin but lately that hadn't bothered him as much as it should. His mind was more preoccupied with the new enigma that plagued him night and day. These strange new feelings that filled him unbidden and unwelcome.
Grunting in annoyance he rolled over onto his stomach to burry his face into his pillow breathing deeply of the slight scent that lingered there. He would never admit it to anyone but he rather liked this simple yet useful invention especially since this one was stolen from Bulma's room. Another thing he would never admit. It was a guilty pleasure of his, stealing Bulma's pillows every few days. He told himself this habit was just the smallest way he could get in touch with his true evil self without having to hear that woman screaming at him but the truth was he was addicted to her scent. He had even devised a wonderfully sneaky way of collecting the pillows without being detected. Sneaking into her room when she was out shopping which always took her more then enough time, he would pull the pillow out of it's fabric casing and replace it with the one from his bed. At first he was nerves she would notice that the pillow smelled like him but humans had a very inferior sense of smell and she never knew the difference.
Vegita chuckled to himself glorifying in the cleverness of it all even if it was petty. Of course the scented pillow was probably the cause for his nightly problem. His frown returned as he contemplated this. He just couldn't get her out of his head. He had tried everything, meditating, thinking of ways to kill Kakoroto, even plotting suitable tortures for that weakling Yamcha, all had failed to distract his mind from her hair, her eyes, her voice. Groaning Vegita began to bang his head into the pillow trying to knock some sense into it. It was not for many hours till sleep finally took the Sajyin Prince.
He growled in annoyance as he stalked threw the dim forest. He didn't know who had taken him from his bed and left him in this forest or how they did it but they would pay dearly for this insult.
Vegita blasted a tree into oblivion venting his fury mindlessly. He had been lost in these woods for what seemed like hours and he still had no clue as to where he was not to mention where he was going. Oh yes someone would pay for this.
A light seemed to glimmer ahead of him and he moved towards it cautiously all senses peeked. Prowling forward he found himself at the edge of a clearing something inside was glowing brightly casting a golden glow. Red flares of blinding light filtering threw the tree branches to fall light glowing blood upon his face.
"It's not polite to linger in shadows Vegita."A woman's voice soft and musical echoed from the light. The sound of it sending a gentle warmth flooding into his entire being.
"Won't you come join us." another voice spoke sending chills of pleasure up Vegita's spine. This voice to was a woman's rich and husky with passion.
He marched forward proudly "I demand to know what's going on here." he shouted narrowing his eyes in an attempted to see threw the blinding glare.
"Oh forgive us we are not use to being in the presence of mortals." The first voice soothed his anger gently as the golden glow dimmed. "Sister please restrain yourself."
"You know that is completely against my nature." the second voice scolded seductively but the red flashes of light lulled to a more tolerable frequency none the less.
Slowly his sight cleared till he could finally see what was before him. On one side of the clearing was a tall oak it's heavy branches glittered with golden leaves that shimmered in an ethereal wind. Set into the base of it's truck was a golden door. A woman of pure gentle beauty leaned tranquilly against the trees trunk. Her long Red hair was woven into a thick braid that coiled at her sandaled feet. She wore a simple white gown of some unknown fabric that seemed to glimmer with a rainbow of colors when light hit it.
Across from the tree flowed a small waterfall it's foaming waters giving off a reddish glow as it poured into a small pool. Behind the rushing falls a red door could bee seen. Lounging on a stone alongside the pool was a gorgeous woman. Her entire body seemed to be filled with a sexual energy that pulsed out in the form of the red lights that had blinded him earlier. She was dressed in a red lacy garment which teased the view by almost reviling everything but in truth revealing nothing. Her hair like her 'sisters' was blood red and hung about her shoulders in a flaming cascade and make more perfect then even Bulma's colored her face.
"You have not answered my question. Who are you? Why are you here?" Vegita growled feeling that these where no normal woman. They where dangerous and certainly not to be trusted.
The woman in white smiled gently at him. "I am the Goddess Love and this is my sister Lust. We are here because you called us here."
Vegita snorted realizing this must be some sort of crazy dream. He should stop stealing Bulma's pillows. "I doubt that." he scoffed sneering at the figment that claimed to be love.
A single red brow raised. "Do you? All those night alone your heart cried out to us in loneliness but you muffled it so that we could not hear. You mocked us denying us all the time yearning for us to prove ourselves. Well here we are in answer to your call."
The other woman giggled "Oh don't look so surprised Vegita. We always deny what we want most." She winked suggestively.
"My sister knows all about desires and wants." Love affirmed.
"So what do you want of me?" He demanded gathering his ki to defend himself.
"A choice." Lust squealed in delighted anticipation.
"It will not truly effect the outcome." Love added. "It is to late for that. But we have decided to let you choose the path."
"Path? What the hell are you talking about?" Vegita demanded becoming angry.
"Which door you will take baka." Lust shouted unable to remain patient for Vegita decision. "You pick a door one or the other and which ever one you enter is the path you choose to begin this journey on."
Love sighed at her sisters impatience. "Your really ruining the majestic effect that meeting a god should have. Oh well." She turned to Vegita. "She's right. Choose the path that will begin the greatest and most challenging journey of your life. You may choose the path of Love or Lust but remember the Journey is the same no matter what door you choose."
"You think that I Prince of the Sajyin's will play your little games. I do not play anyone's games. Not even the games of Gods."
Lust stood gracefully swaggering up to him. Leaning forward slowly she poked him in the chest. "It's not a game Vegita. It's a challenge."
"A challenge?" His natural competing spirt prickled at this. "What sort of challenge."
"You have been mocking us all your life. Saying the emotions we create are for the weak. That only the foolish or helpless would allow themselves to be tempted by our powers. Show us then how powerful you are. If our powers are as weak as you say you should be unaffected by them. Unless of course your to weak to resists us."
Vegita glared at her. "Foolish woman. I accept your pathetic challenge." Raging he moved forward his decision already made. Throwing the door open he strode bravely inside his head held proudly.
Love stared at Lust for a long moment her jaw hanging open slightly. Slowly a small smile formed over her lips. "Your good."
Lust shrugged. "Hey you do what you do. I do what I do."
Note: Okay.. Sorry about not having the lemon and romance continuations out yet. But it takes a bit longer to write two separate copies of a chapter. But I promise I will have em for you very very soon. And I promise they will be worth it.
Nutty Avadrea Thought of The Day: ever notice in the American Version of DBZ Bulma's Mother sounds like Betty Boop?
Note: I don't own Dragon Ball Z so please don't sue me I would really like to keep my cat. Thanks. BTW this chapter has two continuations.. Both different because some people like Lemons and some people don't. I'm going to try to make both fics different (Yeah forces you to read em both I know hehehe aren't I evil) one really romantic and one pretty hot. Oh yeah.. I have never written a lemon and not really comfortable with it but you asked for it. And I always try to give em what they want.
Bulma sat bolt upright gasping loudly in shock. Trying to clear the clouds form her mind she cried out when the bed shook again. She fumbled out to get to her feel only to have her legs tangled in her bed sheets. Pitching forward she closed her eyes tight knowing that the painful fall to the floor was unavoidable.
Strong hands caught her arms gently holding her in place. Opening her eyes slowly Bulma stared into pure unending darkness. Vegita frowned and set her down non to gently. "It's about time you woke up."
Bulma shock tore her gaze from the ebony depths of his eyes. "V-Vegita? What are you doing in my room?!"
"I am still waiting for my breakfast. Or have you forgotten about the dangers of having a hungry Sajyin warrior in your house." Bulma imagined this to translate to mean 'Feed me now Woman before I eat your father's stupid cat.'
"Okay okay" she mumbled stretching. "What time is it anyway?"
Vegita shrugged nonchalantly. "Past breakfast time. Way past."
Bulma rolled her eyes. Sajyin really did have a one track mind when it came to food. Tightening the belt on her robe she marched downstairs with a very hungry Sajyin prince following behind her secretly admiring the sway of her hips.
Vegita collapsed into bed wearily. Despite the late breakfast he had gotten in a acceptable amount of training today. He was still unable to attain his goal of Super Sajyin but lately that hadn't bothered him as much as it should. His mind was more preoccupied with the new enigma that plagued him night and day. These strange new feelings that filled him unbidden and unwelcome.
Grunting in annoyance he rolled over onto his stomach to burry his face into his pillow breathing deeply of the slight scent that lingered there. He would never admit it to anyone but he rather liked this simple yet useful invention especially since this one was stolen from Bulma's room. Another thing he would never admit. It was a guilty pleasure of his, stealing Bulma's pillows every few days. He told himself this habit was just the smallest way he could get in touch with his true evil self without having to hear that woman screaming at him but the truth was he was addicted to her scent. He had even devised a wonderfully sneaky way of collecting the pillows without being detected. Sneaking into her room when she was out shopping which always took her more then enough time, he would pull the pillow out of it's fabric casing and replace it with the one from his bed. At first he was nerves she would notice that the pillow smelled like him but humans had a very inferior sense of smell and she never knew the difference.
Vegita chuckled to himself glorifying in the cleverness of it all even if it was petty. Of course the scented pillow was probably the cause for his nightly problem. His frown returned as he contemplated this. He just couldn't get her out of his head. He had tried everything, meditating, thinking of ways to kill Kakoroto, even plotting suitable tortures for that weakling Yamcha, all had failed to distract his mind from her hair, her eyes, her voice. Groaning Vegita began to bang his head into the pillow trying to knock some sense into it. It was not for many hours till sleep finally took the Sajyin Prince.
He growled in annoyance as he stalked threw the dim forest. He didn't know who had taken him from his bed and left him in this forest or how they did it but they would pay dearly for this insult.
Vegita blasted a tree into oblivion venting his fury mindlessly. He had been lost in these woods for what seemed like hours and he still had no clue as to where he was not to mention where he was going. Oh yes someone would pay for this.
A light seemed to glimmer ahead of him and he moved towards it cautiously all senses peeked. Prowling forward he found himself at the edge of a clearing something inside was glowing brightly casting a golden glow. Red flares of blinding light filtering threw the tree branches to fall light glowing blood upon his face.
"It's not polite to linger in shadows Vegita."A woman's voice soft and musical echoed from the light. The sound of it sending a gentle warmth flooding into his entire being.
"Won't you come join us." another voice spoke sending chills of pleasure up Vegita's spine. This voice to was a woman's rich and husky with passion.
He marched forward proudly "I demand to know what's going on here." he shouted narrowing his eyes in an attempted to see threw the blinding glare.
"Oh forgive us we are not use to being in the presence of mortals." The first voice soothed his anger gently as the golden glow dimmed. "Sister please restrain yourself."
"You know that is completely against my nature." the second voice scolded seductively but the red flashes of light lulled to a more tolerable frequency none the less.
Slowly his sight cleared till he could finally see what was before him. On one side of the clearing was a tall oak it's heavy branches glittered with golden leaves that shimmered in an ethereal wind. Set into the base of it's truck was a golden door. A woman of pure gentle beauty leaned tranquilly against the trees trunk. Her long Red hair was woven into a thick braid that coiled at her sandaled feet. She wore a simple white gown of some unknown fabric that seemed to glimmer with a rainbow of colors when light hit it.
Across from the tree flowed a small waterfall it's foaming waters giving off a reddish glow as it poured into a small pool. Behind the rushing falls a red door could bee seen. Lounging on a stone alongside the pool was a gorgeous woman. Her entire body seemed to be filled with a sexual energy that pulsed out in the form of the red lights that had blinded him earlier. She was dressed in a red lacy garment which teased the view by almost reviling everything but in truth revealing nothing. Her hair like her 'sisters' was blood red and hung about her shoulders in a flaming cascade and make more perfect then even Bulma's colored her face.
"You have not answered my question. Who are you? Why are you here?" Vegita growled feeling that these where no normal woman. They where dangerous and certainly not to be trusted.
The woman in white smiled gently at him. "I am the Goddess Love and this is my sister Lust. We are here because you called us here."
Vegita snorted realizing this must be some sort of crazy dream. He should stop stealing Bulma's pillows. "I doubt that." he scoffed sneering at the figment that claimed to be love.
A single red brow raised. "Do you? All those night alone your heart cried out to us in loneliness but you muffled it so that we could not hear. You mocked us denying us all the time yearning for us to prove ourselves. Well here we are in answer to your call."
The other woman giggled "Oh don't look so surprised Vegita. We always deny what we want most." She winked suggestively.
"My sister knows all about desires and wants." Love affirmed.
"So what do you want of me?" He demanded gathering his ki to defend himself.
"A choice." Lust squealed in delighted anticipation.
"It will not truly effect the outcome." Love added. "It is to late for that. But we have decided to let you choose the path."
"Path? What the hell are you talking about?" Vegita demanded becoming angry.
"Which door you will take baka." Lust shouted unable to remain patient for Vegita decision. "You pick a door one or the other and which ever one you enter is the path you choose to begin this journey on."
Love sighed at her sisters impatience. "Your really ruining the majestic effect that meeting a god should have. Oh well." She turned to Vegita. "She's right. Choose the path that will begin the greatest and most challenging journey of your life. You may choose the path of Love or Lust but remember the Journey is the same no matter what door you choose."
"You think that I Prince of the Sajyin's will play your little games. I do not play anyone's games. Not even the games of Gods."
Lust stood gracefully swaggering up to him. Leaning forward slowly she poked him in the chest. "It's not a game Vegita. It's a challenge."
"A challenge?" His natural competing spirt prickled at this. "What sort of challenge."
"You have been mocking us all your life. Saying the emotions we create are for the weak. That only the foolish or helpless would allow themselves to be tempted by our powers. Show us then how powerful you are. If our powers are as weak as you say you should be unaffected by them. Unless of course your to weak to resists us."
Vegita glared at her. "Foolish woman. I accept your pathetic challenge." Raging he moved forward his decision already made. Throwing the door open he strode bravely inside his head held proudly.
Love stared at Lust for a long moment her jaw hanging open slightly. Slowly a small smile formed over her lips. "Your good."
Lust shrugged. "Hey you do what you do. I do what I do."
Note: Okay.. Sorry about not having the lemon and romance continuations out yet. But it takes a bit longer to write two separate copies of a chapter. But I promise I will have em for you very very soon. And I promise they will be worth it.