Bulma looked up into the charcoal-black eyes of the bane of her existence. He had his arms crossed, and was slowly making his way to the bed. "What do you want?" she asked angrily, but ruined the effect by hiccuping a sob as there was a flash of light and then a bang of thunder. She hated him for not being startled, for not being afraid, for not comforting her when she needed it desperately.
"How is anyone supposed to sleep with your infernal whining?" he stated curtly. He got the desired effect of seeing her eyes flash with blue fire. The woman mad was better than the woman crying.
The lights flickered off and she screamed. She started sobbing wildly again. Vegita growled low in his throat. How was he going to shut her up? In a single, and probably unwise move, he swooped down and caught her lips in a searing kiss.
Bulma gasped, and he used the oppurtunity to plunge his tongue into her mouth, tasting her. It wasn't right. Her biting words had led him to believe that she would taste just as acidic, but she didn't. She was incredibly sweet to his senses.
He tangled his fingers in her short hair and pulled her closer, deepening the already close contact. How could he be attracted to a baka loud mouthed HUMAN? He must have been too long without. One woman was as good as the next...
Even as he thought them he knew that they were a lie. He wanted HER, NOW! Not somebody else. He realized that he was losing control. He never lost control, and he was not about to start now. He thrust Bulma away from him, onto the bed. Breathing hard, he scowled menacingly at her. She was also gasping for air.
"Where is that weak stupid human, that you are always with? Why is he not here to make you stop crying?" he demanded.
"We broke up"
Vegita smirked. "And how is this any different than the other times?"
"This time I found out that he cheated on me" she said flatly. She didn't mention that he had been the one to end it, that would be something he could make fun of her about. She tried her best to look at him cockily. "Besides, you seem to have done that fine on your own"
Vegita was surprised. How could anyone cheat on someone that was so beautiful? He scowled. Now where had that come from? He diverted his wayward thoughts by saying, "It's no wonder; you being so damn ugly..."
Bulma was about to retort, when an especially loud thunder clap exploded above, and instead of yelling at him she flew at him and wrapped her arms around him. She cried out into his shirt, and started to whimper.
Vegita grunted, and put his hand on her shoulders to push her away, but he couldn't. Her arms were vise-like, and incredibly strong for such a puny little thing. He merely picked her up and took her to her bed.
Bulma released his waist, but immediately wrapped her arms around his neck. She wouldn't let go when he tried to lay her down, and he sighed impatiently. "I cannot put you to bed if you will not let go of me" he said softly. He was being way too nice, but couldn't seem to help himself. He was no longer angry with her.
"Please don't leave" she whispered in a small voice. "I-I'm afraid of thunder" she buried her face in his collarbone.
"It is only clouds"
"B-but it's so loud!"
He frowned, "Very well, I will stay until you go to sleep" He laid her down, then climbed in beside her. She snuggled up gratefully to his side, a perfect fit.
"Thank you" she said sleepily.
Vegita growled. This was going to be a long night, for he could already feel himself becoming aroused. He felt her hand move on his chest, and begin to trace the hard muscles. He tensed, his frame tightening. It was almost unbearable, the light teasing touch. Did she know what she was doing to him? He thought maybe she did.
"Will you stop that?" he ground out between clenched teeth.
"Stop what?" she asked innocently as she slid a finger down to the waist of he pants, then back up to his chest again. The flesh rippled, and he got goosebumps, even though he was far from cold.
"That!"
She looked up at him in the darkness, though he couldn't see her features. "Vegita?" she said in a small voice.
"What is it?" he was trying to concentrate on anything other than her touch.
"Do you really think I'm ugly?" she barely whispered. A flash of light illuminated the room for a second, but he saw the vulnerability on her face. He looked at her sharply.
"Why?" the word was said curtly, but not really coldly.
"Because I want to know. Maybe that IS why Yamucha cheats on me"
That was all Vegita needed to hear. He flipped her onto her back suddenly. "That bakayaro cheats on you because he is stupid. I could hate you for making me lose control, but I think I will just make you scream instead. And I will quite enjoy hearing these ones..." he leaned down and bit her ear gently. She gasped. Vegita smirked. He would have to find more sensitive spots.
Bulma's breath quickened as he nibbled his way down her face, her neck, her shoulder. She was wearing an off the shoulder night gown that he just smoothed down her arms. She shivered as the cool air kissed her hot body, but soon he was back, pressed into her and she forgot the cold.
He kissed her passionately, holding nothing back. She felt weak and fragile in his stong arms, like she would break. But she also felt powerful. This Sayjin, this warrior wanted HER! She placed her hands on his shoulders and held on for the ride. And what a ride it was, too. Vegita built them both up, then entered her so gently, that she hardly felt any pain.
She moaned, and he growled his pleasure. He moved with a powerful tempo, and surprisingly, Bulma was able to keep up. Finally, their pleasure reached a fever pitch, and they climaxed together. So spent were they, that Vegita didn't even think about pulling her into his arms and falling asleep. He just did it. And that night he got the most rest that he'd had since coming to earth.
***
Bulma awakened to find her face pressed into something hard. She looked up to find the Sayjin prince's expression amazingly relaxed in slumber. She started to smile, then it abruptly turned into a frown. 'I wonder what he must think of me?' she thought. Suddenly his eyes opened, and he looked into her eyes. His lips slowly formed a satisfied smirk, and he said. "So, Woman, are you going to make my breakfast or am I to train starving?"
Bulma thought wryly. 'Well, at least he seems pleased enough, and I know this won't mess up our routine'
"How is anyone supposed to sleep with your infernal whining?" he stated curtly. He got the desired effect of seeing her eyes flash with blue fire. The woman mad was better than the woman crying.
The lights flickered off and she screamed. She started sobbing wildly again. Vegita growled low in his throat. How was he going to shut her up? In a single, and probably unwise move, he swooped down and caught her lips in a searing kiss.
Bulma gasped, and he used the oppurtunity to plunge his tongue into her mouth, tasting her. It wasn't right. Her biting words had led him to believe that she would taste just as acidic, but she didn't. She was incredibly sweet to his senses.
He tangled his fingers in her short hair and pulled her closer, deepening the already close contact. How could he be attracted to a baka loud mouthed HUMAN? He must have been too long without. One woman was as good as the next...
Even as he thought them he knew that they were a lie. He wanted HER, NOW! Not somebody else. He realized that he was losing control. He never lost control, and he was not about to start now. He thrust Bulma away from him, onto the bed. Breathing hard, he scowled menacingly at her. She was also gasping for air.
"Where is that weak stupid human, that you are always with? Why is he not here to make you stop crying?" he demanded.
"We broke up"
Vegita smirked. "And how is this any different than the other times?"
"This time I found out that he cheated on me" she said flatly. She didn't mention that he had been the one to end it, that would be something he could make fun of her about. She tried her best to look at him cockily. "Besides, you seem to have done that fine on your own"
Vegita was surprised. How could anyone cheat on someone that was so beautiful? He scowled. Now where had that come from? He diverted his wayward thoughts by saying, "It's no wonder; you being so damn ugly..."
Bulma was about to retort, when an especially loud thunder clap exploded above, and instead of yelling at him she flew at him and wrapped her arms around him. She cried out into his shirt, and started to whimper.
Vegita grunted, and put his hand on her shoulders to push her away, but he couldn't. Her arms were vise-like, and incredibly strong for such a puny little thing. He merely picked her up and took her to her bed.
Bulma released his waist, but immediately wrapped her arms around his neck. She wouldn't let go when he tried to lay her down, and he sighed impatiently. "I cannot put you to bed if you will not let go of me" he said softly. He was being way too nice, but couldn't seem to help himself. He was no longer angry with her.
"Please don't leave" she whispered in a small voice. "I-I'm afraid of thunder" she buried her face in his collarbone.
"It is only clouds"
"B-but it's so loud!"
He frowned, "Very well, I will stay until you go to sleep" He laid her down, then climbed in beside her. She snuggled up gratefully to his side, a perfect fit.
"Thank you" she said sleepily.
Vegita growled. This was going to be a long night, for he could already feel himself becoming aroused. He felt her hand move on his chest, and begin to trace the hard muscles. He tensed, his frame tightening. It was almost unbearable, the light teasing touch. Did she know what she was doing to him? He thought maybe she did.
"Will you stop that?" he ground out between clenched teeth.
"Stop what?" she asked innocently as she slid a finger down to the waist of he pants, then back up to his chest again. The flesh rippled, and he got goosebumps, even though he was far from cold.
"That!"
She looked up at him in the darkness, though he couldn't see her features. "Vegita?" she said in a small voice.
"What is it?" he was trying to concentrate on anything other than her touch.
"Do you really think I'm ugly?" she barely whispered. A flash of light illuminated the room for a second, but he saw the vulnerability on her face. He looked at her sharply.
"Why?" the word was said curtly, but not really coldly.
"Because I want to know. Maybe that IS why Yamucha cheats on me"
That was all Vegita needed to hear. He flipped her onto her back suddenly. "That bakayaro cheats on you because he is stupid. I could hate you for making me lose control, but I think I will just make you scream instead. And I will quite enjoy hearing these ones..." he leaned down and bit her ear gently. She gasped. Vegita smirked. He would have to find more sensitive spots.
Bulma's breath quickened as he nibbled his way down her face, her neck, her shoulder. She was wearing an off the shoulder night gown that he just smoothed down her arms. She shivered as the cool air kissed her hot body, but soon he was back, pressed into her and she forgot the cold.
He kissed her passionately, holding nothing back. She felt weak and fragile in his stong arms, like she would break. But she also felt powerful. This Sayjin, this warrior wanted HER! She placed her hands on his shoulders and held on for the ride. And what a ride it was, too. Vegita built them both up, then entered her so gently, that she hardly felt any pain.
She moaned, and he growled his pleasure. He moved with a powerful tempo, and surprisingly, Bulma was able to keep up. Finally, their pleasure reached a fever pitch, and they climaxed together. So spent were they, that Vegita didn't even think about pulling her into his arms and falling asleep. He just did it. And that night he got the most rest that he'd had since coming to earth.
***
Bulma awakened to find her face pressed into something hard. She looked up to find the Sayjin prince's expression amazingly relaxed in slumber. She started to smile, then it abruptly turned into a frown. 'I wonder what he must think of me?' she thought. Suddenly his eyes opened, and he looked into her eyes. His lips slowly formed a satisfied smirk, and he said. "So, Woman, are you going to make my breakfast or am I to train starving?"
Bulma thought wryly. 'Well, at least he seems pleased enough, and I know this won't mess up our routine'