The Difference Between Love and Lust
Love
Everyone knows I dont own the characters from DBZ I didnt creat them so dont sue me. All I got is a PLay Station. And it's an onld one.
BTW thanks for being patent with this one. It took me forever to write these two fics. Why did I write two you may ask. Well I do have an answer. I would hate to leave my under 17 readers without a fic to read. But I also have gotten alot of requests for a lemon. So here's the salution. Two seprate versions of the same chapter. And yes they are both VERY different. Not just two copies of the same chapter with the R rated stuff cut out. But two totaly differnt fics. Or else it would not have taken as long. : Well anway this is the story if Vegita choose loves door. In otherwords this is the non lemon fic. Hope you enjoy . :
They walked down the street hand in hand laughing happily. As they crossed a bridge Yamcha stopped pulling Bulma into a tender embrace. Smiling down at her he bent his head to place a tender kiss on her lips. Bulma melted in his arms her hands threading into his thick hair.
Pain filled her mind and she cried out pulling away. Lifting her hand to her lips she pulled it away seeing the tips stained red with her blood. She looked up in surprise and gasp at the sight of Yamcha's face . It was twisted into a cruel sneer his eyes seemed to radiate a malicious evil. "What's wrong Bulma? He whispered coldly sending a chill straight to Bulma's heart.
He advanced on her causing her to take a step back only till she felt the bridge railing press into her from behind. "Ya-Yamcha! Please!" Yamcha only laughed at her his hands moving to wrap loosely around her throat.
"I love you Bulma. I will always love you even if it kills us." His fingers tightened cutting off her breathing. She stared up at him with large frightened eyes as she struggled to break his stone like grip. Bulma would have begged for her life but all she could do was sob. He was going to kill her!
Suddenly Yamcha was savagely wrenched from her and she feel to her knees sucking air into her lungs with desperation. Looking up she screamed in terror. A dark shadowy figure held Yamcha's limp body by the throat. A soft growl of pure rage filled her ears as figure savagely shook him before tossing him aside. It the turned it gaze upon her causing Bulma to tremble as it stared at her with glowing red eyes.
The figure took a cautious step towards her like a lion stalking it's prey. Whimpering in fear Bulma tried to back away but there was no where to go.
"Get away from her!" Bulma gasped turning her eyes to stare in shock at an enraged Yamcha. He leapt at the figure his fist held up to strike. His punch was blocked with ease but Yamcha would not give in. His fists and feet flew faster the Bulma's eyes could follow but always the figure blocked. A punch came from nowhere slamming into Yamcha's face knocking him backwards violently. Bulma cried out as Yamcha slammed into her knocking her back over the rail.
The wind rushed over her as she feel. She screamed and screamed but she never seemed to hit the water.
She sat up slowly looking around her in wonder. She was laying in the center of a forest glade. The white trunked trees about her where heavy with deep blue blossoms. Soft glowing lights rained down about her gathering in a soft blanket of shimmering white broken by a few beds of light blue flowers. Lifting up her hand she caught one of the tiny lights and stared at it in sock.
"Snow?" she stared at the perfect snowflake that lay in her palm watching in wonder as it turned into a glimmering crystal droplet. She looked down at herself she wore a elegant blue gown of shimmering silk it's full skirt lay in a pool about her. A frown of confusion touched her brow. She should be cold in such a dress but she was perfectly comfortable.
A soft gentle wind blew threw the trees above releasing a cascade of blue petals down upon her casing her to smile at the pure beauty of the moment. "Oh it's wonderful!" She whispered in awe.
"You like it?" A gentle voice came from behind her. She looked over her shoulder and gasped in shock. He leaned against one of the trees one foot resting against the trunk and his arms crossed over his chest. Blue petals swirling about him in an elegant, peaceful dance. He was dressed in his normal blue spandex and armor. A red cloak hung from his shoulders moving about him as it was touched by the wind. She stared at him in wonder as he stood there surrounded by a such pure beauty looking as regal as the prince he was.
"Vegita?! You look handsome."She gasped softly.
Vegita snorted at her complement "Of course."
Bulma only giggled at his arrogance. She couldn't be annoyed with him. Not here in this beautiful place. "Of course." she responded smiling up at him.
He turned and entered the clearing walking to stand beside her. He looked down at her his pose as regal as ever. "That dress makes you look even uglier then before."
Bulma smiled brightly knowing somehow in her heart that he meant the exact opposite of what he was saying. "Thank you Vegita."
He snorted again and looked away from her his eyes staring straight ahead. "Why don't you sit with me Vegita." Bulma invited gently
"Who would want to sit with an ugly and annoying baka like you." he grumbled as he settled down in the soft snow with her. She smiled stifling a laugh as she scooted closer to him.
They sat in silence for an eternity of moments watching the glowing snow drift down about them in peaceful silence.
Reaching out timidly Bulma placed her small hand over his larger one. Vegita jerked in surprise and turned. His eyes meet her for a moment filled with shocked surprise before he dropped his gaze to stare at the hands. Slowly he turned over his hand letting it rest against hers palm to palm. Bulma smiled softly and moved her hand to entwine her fingers with his. Vegita looked back up into her face his dark eyes questioning. All Bulma could do was smile encouragingly at him.
Vegita turned his had back to gaze off into the distance his fingers tightening slightly on hers. Bulma gazed at the side of his face seeing the muscle in his jaw jump in response to her scrutiny. Kami but he was handsome. Fine elegant features contrasted perfectly with hard masculine lines. Fascinated Bulma reached out to lightly trace her fingertips slowly over his jaw.
Vegita spun to face her a deep scowl "How dare y....." His angry shout was cut short when Bulma reached up to run her fingertips lightly over his furrowed eyebrows . His eyes rolled up wards as he tried to look at her fingers a soft blush reddening his cheek. Bulma giggled softly as she gently traced his widows peak. She was fascinated by how soft his hear really was more like fur then human hair. Bulma reached up to run her fingers threw his hair giggling softly as it sprung back up into place of it's own accord defying any sense of gravity.
He sat silently accepting her touch without anymore complaint. Slowly his eyes began to close as her fingers trail threw his hair. Vegita's body slowly relaxed in contented pleasure at her touch. Unable to resist such a tempting moment Bulma leaned forward to lightly press her lips to his. Her kiss was as light as the snowflakes brushing her cheek but Vegita jerked back like he had been burned with a hot iron. So sudden and violent was his movement that he fell backwards into the soft bed of snow taking a surprised Bulma with him.
Bulma laughed softly into Vegita's chest lifting her head enough to look into his face. His cheeks were blushed a deep red as he turned his head to the side to look away from her. All she could do was stare in surprise. Vegita the man who had disrobed in front of her many times was shy? The though baffled her.
"Vegita?" she whispered gently reaching out to lay her hand gently on the side of his face. Bulma turned his head making him look at her. Without a word she leaned forward she could feel the his jaw tighten under her palm. Slowly she brushed her lips over his then pressed them against his fully. He shoved her away harshly knocking her back into the snow.
Bulma brushed a tear from her face pained at his blatant rejection of her. Sitting up she came face to face Vegita. He was kneeling over her a dark smoldering look in his eyes. His hand closed over her shoulder holding her in place but it was unneeded the savage glow in his black eyes were enough to hold her in place. "I'm warning you woman. You are treading on dangerous ground."
Bulma lifted her chin something inside her refusing to back down to this. She felt like she had run head first into a wall. She swore that the wall would fall before she did. "Dangerous to who Vegita? Me or you? You've been alone so long you don't know how to be any other way." She forced herself to look into his burning eyes. He looked away but it was to late. In that glance she had seen more then his anger and rage, she had seen his fear, his loneliness. She had seen his soul. Reaching out she placed her hand on his chest over his heart. "Your afraid. Terrified that if you find something to fill that loneliness you will lose it. Or worse it will leave you."
As she spoke his free hand reached up to rest warmly over her hand holding it securely against his armored chest. "You don't know anything Bulma." he growled.
Bulma bowed her head. "I know loneliness. I know it as well as you do. " She raised her head to look into his eyes her own filling with tears. "I don't want to be alone anymore. Do you Vegita? Do you want to be alone?"
He stared at her silently for what seemed like forever. Slowly he reached up his fingers tracing slowly along her jaw till his fingers became buried in her hair behind her ear. He pulled her forward slowly till their lips meet in a tender kiss.
Bulma sighed in contentment as the wondrous forest faded away into a white nothingness. She closed her eyes and returned his kiss tenderly her own fingers becoming tangled in his thick hair. His arms came around her holding her tightly to him as they lost themselves and found each other.
Bulma's world came slowly back into focus as Vegita's lips pulled away from hers. Opening her eyes she gazed dreamily into his deep black eyes. "Wow." she mumbled a soft dreamy smile playing on her lips.
Vegita snorted his face slowly composing itself back into his usual scowl even though Bulma could see the way the edges of his lips turned upwards slightly as if he was fighting a smile. She rolled over onto her back beside him to stare up at the blossom weighted branch above them. As they lay there quietly his hand found hers again in the snow and their fingers laced together in their own embrace.
Bulma sighed and moved to rest her head on his chest. "Vegita?"
"Hmmmm?"
"Do you love me?"
Vegita turned his head to look at her his scowl deep in annoyance. "How could I possibly love an annoying, low class, ugly, loudmouth, and gorgeous woman like you?"
Bulma's face light up and Vegita groaned smacking his forehead with the palm of his free hand. Bulma leaned over and kiss him quickly on the lips before he could stop her. "I love you to Vegita."
He looked at her for a long moment then pull her back into his arms. Bulma snuggled closer into his side as sleep begone to weight her eyes. Her last memory before she dozed off was the feeling of something warm and fuzzy wrapping loosely around her waist.
Bulma's eyes fluttered open slowly. Sitting up she looked around in confusion. She was sitting alone in her own bed the first morning sunrays falling across her blue sheets. "It was all a dream." She hopped out of bed walking over to the window. Throwing it open she breathed deeply of the sweet morning air. Slowly she lifted her hand to lightly trace her fingertips over her lips. "But wow what a dream. What a kisser!!"
She laughed hugging herself as she turned away from the window. "I just cant believe I dreamed all that about Vegita!!" Suddenly her smile faded. "Uh oh I hope I dint sleep late! What time is it anyway? "
She hurried to her bedside table to look at her alarmclock. "Six in the morning! I better hurry and make breakfast or Vegita will come kick my bed again." Bulma rolled her eyes thinking of all the morning she had been shocked awake by her bed shaking from one of the warriors carefully placed kicks. She wondered how he would like it. For a moment she entertained the though of going into Vegita's's room and jumping up and down on his bed while he sleep. But he would proudly just ki blast her into eternity without even waking up. The smile returned to her face as she hurried to her shower a certain Sayjin prince on her mind.
Love
Everyone knows I dont own the characters from DBZ I didnt creat them so dont sue me. All I got is a PLay Station. And it's an onld one.
BTW thanks for being patent with this one. It took me forever to write these two fics. Why did I write two you may ask. Well I do have an answer. I would hate to leave my under 17 readers without a fic to read. But I also have gotten alot of requests for a lemon. So here's the salution. Two seprate versions of the same chapter. And yes they are both VERY different. Not just two copies of the same chapter with the R rated stuff cut out. But two totaly differnt fics. Or else it would not have taken as long. : Well anway this is the story if Vegita choose loves door. In otherwords this is the non lemon fic. Hope you enjoy . :
They walked down the street hand in hand laughing happily. As they crossed a bridge Yamcha stopped pulling Bulma into a tender embrace. Smiling down at her he bent his head to place a tender kiss on her lips. Bulma melted in his arms her hands threading into his thick hair.
Pain filled her mind and she cried out pulling away. Lifting her hand to her lips she pulled it away seeing the tips stained red with her blood. She looked up in surprise and gasp at the sight of Yamcha's face . It was twisted into a cruel sneer his eyes seemed to radiate a malicious evil. "What's wrong Bulma? He whispered coldly sending a chill straight to Bulma's heart.
He advanced on her causing her to take a step back only till she felt the bridge railing press into her from behind. "Ya-Yamcha! Please!" Yamcha only laughed at her his hands moving to wrap loosely around her throat.
"I love you Bulma. I will always love you even if it kills us." His fingers tightened cutting off her breathing. She stared up at him with large frightened eyes as she struggled to break his stone like grip. Bulma would have begged for her life but all she could do was sob. He was going to kill her!
Suddenly Yamcha was savagely wrenched from her and she feel to her knees sucking air into her lungs with desperation. Looking up she screamed in terror. A dark shadowy figure held Yamcha's limp body by the throat. A soft growl of pure rage filled her ears as figure savagely shook him before tossing him aside. It the turned it gaze upon her causing Bulma to tremble as it stared at her with glowing red eyes.
The figure took a cautious step towards her like a lion stalking it's prey. Whimpering in fear Bulma tried to back away but there was no where to go.
"Get away from her!" Bulma gasped turning her eyes to stare in shock at an enraged Yamcha. He leapt at the figure his fist held up to strike. His punch was blocked with ease but Yamcha would not give in. His fists and feet flew faster the Bulma's eyes could follow but always the figure blocked. A punch came from nowhere slamming into Yamcha's face knocking him backwards violently. Bulma cried out as Yamcha slammed into her knocking her back over the rail.
The wind rushed over her as she feel. She screamed and screamed but she never seemed to hit the water.
She sat up slowly looking around her in wonder. She was laying in the center of a forest glade. The white trunked trees about her where heavy with deep blue blossoms. Soft glowing lights rained down about her gathering in a soft blanket of shimmering white broken by a few beds of light blue flowers. Lifting up her hand she caught one of the tiny lights and stared at it in sock.
"Snow?" she stared at the perfect snowflake that lay in her palm watching in wonder as it turned into a glimmering crystal droplet. She looked down at herself she wore a elegant blue gown of shimmering silk it's full skirt lay in a pool about her. A frown of confusion touched her brow. She should be cold in such a dress but she was perfectly comfortable.
A soft gentle wind blew threw the trees above releasing a cascade of blue petals down upon her casing her to smile at the pure beauty of the moment. "Oh it's wonderful!" She whispered in awe.
"You like it?" A gentle voice came from behind her. She looked over her shoulder and gasped in shock. He leaned against one of the trees one foot resting against the trunk and his arms crossed over his chest. Blue petals swirling about him in an elegant, peaceful dance. He was dressed in his normal blue spandex and armor. A red cloak hung from his shoulders moving about him as it was touched by the wind. She stared at him in wonder as he stood there surrounded by a such pure beauty looking as regal as the prince he was.
"Vegita?! You look handsome."She gasped softly.
Vegita snorted at her complement "Of course."
Bulma only giggled at his arrogance. She couldn't be annoyed with him. Not here in this beautiful place. "Of course." she responded smiling up at him.
He turned and entered the clearing walking to stand beside her. He looked down at her his pose as regal as ever. "That dress makes you look even uglier then before."
Bulma smiled brightly knowing somehow in her heart that he meant the exact opposite of what he was saying. "Thank you Vegita."
He snorted again and looked away from her his eyes staring straight ahead. "Why don't you sit with me Vegita." Bulma invited gently
"Who would want to sit with an ugly and annoying baka like you." he grumbled as he settled down in the soft snow with her. She smiled stifling a laugh as she scooted closer to him.
They sat in silence for an eternity of moments watching the glowing snow drift down about them in peaceful silence.
Reaching out timidly Bulma placed her small hand over his larger one. Vegita jerked in surprise and turned. His eyes meet her for a moment filled with shocked surprise before he dropped his gaze to stare at the hands. Slowly he turned over his hand letting it rest against hers palm to palm. Bulma smiled softly and moved her hand to entwine her fingers with his. Vegita looked back up into her face his dark eyes questioning. All Bulma could do was smile encouragingly at him.
Vegita turned his had back to gaze off into the distance his fingers tightening slightly on hers. Bulma gazed at the side of his face seeing the muscle in his jaw jump in response to her scrutiny. Kami but he was handsome. Fine elegant features contrasted perfectly with hard masculine lines. Fascinated Bulma reached out to lightly trace her fingertips slowly over his jaw.
Vegita spun to face her a deep scowl "How dare y....." His angry shout was cut short when Bulma reached up to run her fingertips lightly over his furrowed eyebrows . His eyes rolled up wards as he tried to look at her fingers a soft blush reddening his cheek. Bulma giggled softly as she gently traced his widows peak. She was fascinated by how soft his hear really was more like fur then human hair. Bulma reached up to run her fingers threw his hair giggling softly as it sprung back up into place of it's own accord defying any sense of gravity.
He sat silently accepting her touch without anymore complaint. Slowly his eyes began to close as her fingers trail threw his hair. Vegita's body slowly relaxed in contented pleasure at her touch. Unable to resist such a tempting moment Bulma leaned forward to lightly press her lips to his. Her kiss was as light as the snowflakes brushing her cheek but Vegita jerked back like he had been burned with a hot iron. So sudden and violent was his movement that he fell backwards into the soft bed of snow taking a surprised Bulma with him.
Bulma laughed softly into Vegita's chest lifting her head enough to look into his face. His cheeks were blushed a deep red as he turned his head to the side to look away from her. All she could do was stare in surprise. Vegita the man who had disrobed in front of her many times was shy? The though baffled her.
"Vegita?" she whispered gently reaching out to lay her hand gently on the side of his face. Bulma turned his head making him look at her. Without a word she leaned forward she could feel the his jaw tighten under her palm. Slowly she brushed her lips over his then pressed them against his fully. He shoved her away harshly knocking her back into the snow.
Bulma brushed a tear from her face pained at his blatant rejection of her. Sitting up she came face to face Vegita. He was kneeling over her a dark smoldering look in his eyes. His hand closed over her shoulder holding her in place but it was unneeded the savage glow in his black eyes were enough to hold her in place. "I'm warning you woman. You are treading on dangerous ground."
Bulma lifted her chin something inside her refusing to back down to this. She felt like she had run head first into a wall. She swore that the wall would fall before she did. "Dangerous to who Vegita? Me or you? You've been alone so long you don't know how to be any other way." She forced herself to look into his burning eyes. He looked away but it was to late. In that glance she had seen more then his anger and rage, she had seen his fear, his loneliness. She had seen his soul. Reaching out she placed her hand on his chest over his heart. "Your afraid. Terrified that if you find something to fill that loneliness you will lose it. Or worse it will leave you."
As she spoke his free hand reached up to rest warmly over her hand holding it securely against his armored chest. "You don't know anything Bulma." he growled.
Bulma bowed her head. "I know loneliness. I know it as well as you do. " She raised her head to look into his eyes her own filling with tears. "I don't want to be alone anymore. Do you Vegita? Do you want to be alone?"
He stared at her silently for what seemed like forever. Slowly he reached up his fingers tracing slowly along her jaw till his fingers became buried in her hair behind her ear. He pulled her forward slowly till their lips meet in a tender kiss.
Bulma sighed in contentment as the wondrous forest faded away into a white nothingness. She closed her eyes and returned his kiss tenderly her own fingers becoming tangled in his thick hair. His arms came around her holding her tightly to him as they lost themselves and found each other.
Bulma's world came slowly back into focus as Vegita's lips pulled away from hers. Opening her eyes she gazed dreamily into his deep black eyes. "Wow." she mumbled a soft dreamy smile playing on her lips.
Vegita snorted his face slowly composing itself back into his usual scowl even though Bulma could see the way the edges of his lips turned upwards slightly as if he was fighting a smile. She rolled over onto her back beside him to stare up at the blossom weighted branch above them. As they lay there quietly his hand found hers again in the snow and their fingers laced together in their own embrace.
Bulma sighed and moved to rest her head on his chest. "Vegita?"
"Hmmmm?"
"Do you love me?"
Vegita turned his head to look at her his scowl deep in annoyance. "How could I possibly love an annoying, low class, ugly, loudmouth, and gorgeous woman like you?"
Bulma's face light up and Vegita groaned smacking his forehead with the palm of his free hand. Bulma leaned over and kiss him quickly on the lips before he could stop her. "I love you to Vegita."
He looked at her for a long moment then pull her back into his arms. Bulma snuggled closer into his side as sleep begone to weight her eyes. Her last memory before she dozed off was the feeling of something warm and fuzzy wrapping loosely around her waist.
Bulma's eyes fluttered open slowly. Sitting up she looked around in confusion. She was sitting alone in her own bed the first morning sunrays falling across her blue sheets. "It was all a dream." She hopped out of bed walking over to the window. Throwing it open she breathed deeply of the sweet morning air. Slowly she lifted her hand to lightly trace her fingertips over her lips. "But wow what a dream. What a kisser!!"
She laughed hugging herself as she turned away from the window. "I just cant believe I dreamed all that about Vegita!!" Suddenly her smile faded. "Uh oh I hope I dint sleep late! What time is it anyway? "
She hurried to her bedside table to look at her alarmclock. "Six in the morning! I better hurry and make breakfast or Vegita will come kick my bed again." Bulma rolled her eyes thinking of all the morning she had been shocked awake by her bed shaking from one of the warriors carefully placed kicks. She wondered how he would like it. For a moment she entertained the though of going into Vegita's's room and jumping up and down on his bed while he sleep. But he would proudly just ki blast her into eternity without even waking up. The smile returned to her face as she hurried to her shower a certain Sayjin prince on her mind.