Chapter Two
It was early. ulma glanced at her watch before gently easing open the back door of Capsule Corp.
Everyone should be sleeping still, she thought as she silently crept into the kitchen. She had been at Yamcha's house for a little over a week, and the bruises on her face had finally healed enough for her to leave. The rest of her body , particularly her stomach, still bore ugly yellow bruises, but since nobody but Yamcha ever saw her stomach anyway, he said she could go.
Creeping down the silent hall, Bulma intended to go sleep in her room. She didn't wany everyone to fuss at her return. Questions would be asked; questions she couldn't answer. Not yet at least. Maybe not ever.
With a susprised cry, she felt herself bump solidly into something hard and warm. She looked up.
And found Vegeta staring down at her, his black eyes deep and unreadable in their depths. She put her hand on his chest, to steady herself. She looked into his eyes again. He looked down at hers. Neither moved, neither breathed. There was something, something big, they couuld feel it, hovering in the air aboive them, with a sense of something coming.
He was like a magnet, pulling her closer to him. Somewhere in the back of Bulma's mind, she called "halt". Something told her not to become involved with another man. Especially a man as unreadable and unpredictable as Vegeta. But damn it all if her heart just wouldn't listen. She hardly knew him. So why was she feeling all these unwanted things?
Kame, but all of a sudden she wanted to kiss his hard mouth, and to feel his smooth muscles under her hands. She lowered her head, and they both stared at her hand on his chest. She looked back at him again.
He was smiling at her.Ferally, like a predator. "You've returned." he murmured, right before his mouth came down over hers. SHe sighed as his lips brushed hers, once, twice, three times. Savoring the sweet taste of her mouth with surety and suprising animal grace. This,this was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. So soft and gentle, and yet filled with secret promises of greater things to come. Again she sighed, powerless to do elsewise, and it filled his mouth like honey.
He pulled back and looked at her, searching her face fore something. What? What was he looking for?
" Bulma,"he murmured," come back with me. To my room. Let me have you." He was almost pleading with her.
" Oh!" she shook her head, as if to clear it, took a step back," I....I...I don't know. I nned some time to think this out, to........ah." she rubbed her eyes. " Excuse me." she pushed past him and hurried to her bedroom, leaving Vegeta alone.
"Damn" he swore to himself under his breath. So close . He wandered slowly to his own room, thinking to himself.
He was aching Bulma. He had been from almost the moment he saw her, her blue eyes sparkling, her cute little blue bob bouncing. And the more he saw her, the more he fell in love with her. Everyday, he loved her more. And everyday, he had more to hide inside himself, till he thought he would burst.
In her bedroom, Bulma lay on her big, cold bed alone, thinking. Though in truth, she could hardly do that for thoughts of Vegeta's kiss in her head, her heart, her every sense. She could still taste him on her lips. And he had tasted good. Like sweat, and toothpaste and man.
What would Yamcha do it he found out? Bulma asked herself, getting frightened for a second. Probably kill me. Then try to kill Vegeta. And up getting killed himself. How fitting.
" I hate him" she whispered, thinking about the way Yamcha kissed, compared to Vegeta's hard and wonderful wooing. " He cannot control my feelings, try as he might."
She curled her fists.
Bulma was scared. Not of Yamcha, but of her feelings for Vegeta. She was scared to start something new, with someone who could turn out to be another Yamcha, only more dangerous.
In her heart, she knew he wouldn't hurt her. Vegeta had more dignity than that. So she deciced to take a chance, to play it by heart. She changed into a white nightgown, and strode resolutely out the room.
" Vegeta…" she murmured in wonder , with tenderness, and in fascination.
He was lying on his own bed when he heard the door creak open. Bulma stood, like an apparition in white, in his doorway. Standing like a dream. Like all his best and most secret dreams, formed in one woman. One perfect woman.
" Bulma" he breathed., heart pounding, scarecly beleiving she had come to him.
She walked over to him,and put one hand to his bare chest, trailing down it's solid length in a feather light touch. Then, without a word, she got in next to him, and wrapped her arms around his waist. With such comfort and easy intimacy- like old lovers. And it just felt so right.
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her on top of him, placing a kiss on her head. Her beloved head.
" I don't know where these feelings came from, or when they really came," Bulma stroked his face,
" And I don't know what to do about you, or Yamcha. I just know that I am feeling things for you, so much! And I'm just going to follow my heart here."
" Bulma" he breathed again, " I'll help you decide." He ran his fingers through her hair. That hair , which was so unlike Saya-jiin women's spiky black hair, fascinated him, drove him crazy. Always wispy and clinging to her seductive curves, in ways that made him jealous.
As his fingers undid the buttons down the front of her gown, his lips traced the pale flesh that covered her neck and collar bone. Bulma shivered over and over as his mouth continued it's journey down. One minute, her skin was icy cold, the next it was on fire. She was intoxicated with his mouth, his hands, his hard body between her legs, and she loved every minute of it.Please Kame, don't let him stop.
Vegeta had no intention of stopping; he had only just begun. When he removed her gown, he threw it off the side of the bed without stopping the movement of his hot mouth. He rolled over on top of her, and ran his hands over her ribcage and hips, taking noice of the bruises, and takin extra care to be careful, while reminding himself to ask her about them later. For now, their mouths were on the same level and he needed his full concentration. When he pressed his lips against hers, their mouths became ravenous, drawing on eachother. He deepened the kiss at the same time he explored the lush secrets of Bulma's body. What he was doing, was so primal, and more intimate than it had ever been with Yamcha, even in the beginning, more than anything she'd ever expected. The hot, sliding friction of his thrusting tongue and his insistent hands played over her silken body, driving her nearly mad, luring her to be magnificently uninhibited.
Bulma slid her hands up his back, and felt his heat leap up her fingers and spread to her arms. She arched with pleasure at the sensations his knowing fingers aroused in her. She tore her mouth from his, and set her lips against his corded throat, then she slid her tongue down the muscles of his chest until her mouth fastened on one diamond-hard , male nipple.
They had an unquenchable thirst for eachother, that made them feel as if the air had exploded around them. Vegeta traced the outline of her lips with the tip of his tongue. " Are you ready?" he murmured as he gently raised her hips and lowered her on his shafthead until she caught the rhythm and began to move on him, riding him like a stallion. As she took over, he removed his left hand from her hip, and reached out with calloused fingertips to tmassage the tiny bud of her sex till he could feel it pulsing.
Oh, these new feelings, they were so enormous, she arched backward, and her cries of pleasure grew frenzied. A throbbing began deep down inside her and she imploded, drawing him deeply inside of her as if to devour him.
Vegeta held on to his seed with feverished determination as her hot and hungry body carressed his length. He was deeply anchored, and it took all of his rock-hard willpower to withdraw without climaxing.
" Vegeta,Vegeta" she panted, overcome byt the sheer force and carnality of her orgasm. She flipped over on top on him, and slipped down on her knees, between his hard things. Then she was tonguing and kissing the object of her adoration that had brought her such unbridled pleasure.
"Bulma… you don't have to do that." Vegeta ground out, still trying desperately not to climax, though he felt himself slipping.
" But I want to." She murmured. He groaned and gave in to her. She opened her mouth and took him inside the hot, wet cave. As she ran her tongue up the hrad ridge on the underside of his thick , she felt him begin to tremble violently, before he exploded in her mouth. She swallowed, then swallowed again, and then once more, taking it all in with delight.
She slid back up to his side, licking her lips like a satisfied kitten, and he pulled her possessively into his arms.
Test one passed with flying colors , Bulma thought. That was amazing. He was amazing.. " Vegeta." She murmured, not knowing how to express what she was feeling.
"You're incredible Bulma." I love you. He kept it inside, he didn't want to scare her. " What are all thes bruises on your stomach and ribs?" he asked, with seeming casualty.
" It's nothing, Vegeta. Just hold me please." She burrowed her head into the warmth of his neck. And sighed contentedly. He kissed her cheek, lovingly, and closed his eyes.
Don't fall away
And leave me to myself
Don't fall away
ANd leave love bleeding in my hands
In my hands again
Leave love bleeding in my hands
In my hands
Love lies bleeding