OK I decided to make this chapter a lemon. A mild one. After reading Paladones comments on the way most of them were written, I took it upon myself to read a couple. So I'm not the most romantic guy in the world (just ask my girlfriend) but, I have seen a few 'ahem' saucy movies in my day. Plus she helped. So if this sucks, no pun intended, blame her.
Chapter 4: Romance; Smut Novel Style
Two days! They had been in this accursed place for two whole days! He vaguely wondered if that much time had passed in the real world. The sun was beginning to sink over the horizon now, turning the sky brilliant shades of red and gold.
"Someone's coming." Piccolo looked out over the road that lead up to the ranch house. After a few moments of tenseness, he relaxed. "It's Bulma." The shape of her and her mount just became visible to the rest of them.
Vegeta growled. "Now what."
Bulma reigned in her mount and hopped down. She was dressed in a pair of tan leather pants, and a light blue shirt. Her hair pulled back in a ponytail with a ribbon. (I was told I haven't been descriptive enough!)
He actually felt his heart skip a beat as he watched her walk up on the porch. "What are you doing here woman?"
"I've come to tell you that the Marshal and the rest of his posse are in town. They arrived this afternoon. I was just able to slip away and get here to warn you." She reached to kiss him but he backed away, causing her to frown in confusion.
"Good. That means we can get this over with soon." He leaned back against the porch rail, trying to ignore her. Why was he so damn attracted to this human woman?
"How many are there?" Goku asked. He wanted to know the odds even if no one else seemed to care.
"Well, the marshal, and five deputies and of coarse the sheriff."
"Yes, Sheriff Zarbon." Vegeta seethed.
Piccolo frowned as a thought hit him. "If Zarbon is the sheriff here, then who are the others?"
Bulma looked at him like he was crazy for a minute. "Marshal Frieza and Captain Ginyu's men. All soldiers from the war. If you could call them soldiers. Their really just a bunch of mercenaries that love to kill people."
This brought a round of grunts and sighs from the three fighters. Who else would they have expected?
"Maybe we should get a good nights sleep and then head into town in the morning. We're gonna have to face this sooner or later if Vegeta is ever gonna find out why he's having this dream." Goku suggested, getting agreement from Piccolo. Vegeta just stood there looking out over the field full of steers. Finally nodding.
"You should stay here tonight Bulma. It's way to late for you to try and ride back to town now."
She nodded. "I was planning on it." She gave Vegeta a quick glance, noting the nervous stare he gave her.
He was unusually silent, going to bed long before the others. Vegeta laid on the lumpy mattress for awhile, staring up at the ceiling. This was just too weird. Going to bed to sleep when he was already asleep? And now, he was going to have to face Frieza again. Maybe he could avenge his death in a dream. He snorted at the stupidity of the thought.
The door latch clicked and he looked over as Bulma walked in, closing it quietly. "What do you want woman?" he asked suspiciously. The only time she was ever in his room was to collect laundry, and never while he was there.
"I've come to go to bed. Have you completely forgotten I am your wife? It's not like we haven't shared a bed before." She winked at him causing him to blush.
He watched out of the corner of his eye as she began to undress down to her panties, keeping her back to him. Then she pulled on a night shirt that came just above her knees, and proceeded to comb her long wavy blue hair. He let out a long breath he didn't realize he was holding as she turned and walked to the bed.
"Well?"
He frowned. "Well what?"
"Scoot over you big dunce!" she waited for a moment but when he didn't move, she smiled seductively and crawled on top of him, straddling his waste.
His eyes widened. How dare she? He hadn't invited her into his room, much less given her permission to sit on him! But as the warmth of her body seeped through his shorts to his skin, he felt his heart quicken. She was staring down at him with a very Saiyan look on her face. Her blue eyes sparkled in the lamp light.
"I've missed you." She whispered as she leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips, pressing her full breasts against his bare chest. The kiss shot through him like lightning leaving him gasping in pleasure. Her slim body was molded to his, her hands roaming over him as if she were memorizing every taut muscle under his warm flesh.
His self control was crumbling fast. He didn't want to admit to himself, that he had wanted something like this to happen, really happen that is, but he would settle for a dream version of it. For now.
He couldn't lie there passively any more. His whole body ached with want. He bound her in his arms and rolled over until she was beneath him. Now his hands began to work the same magic on her. They caressed, searching out the most sensitive places and tormenting her until he sensed her urgency. But he did not want this to end quickly. He would get something good out of this damn nightmare.
He pulled the shirt over her head and slowly caressed her curves and valleys with his hands, then his lips, causing her body to arch against him. When he thought he would never forget one single inch of her beautiful body, he came into her and felt her meet him with welcoming passion. They moved as one. The fiery culmination came like an explosion, and they rode it to its fullest completion. (where do you women get this stuff?)
He woke slowly, lying quietly. The room was lit only in shades of black and gray by the rays of the descending moon. He felt the delicious warmth of her body pressed close to him, and heard her soft relaxed breathing. One of his arms lay across her as if he were afraid she would leave during the night. An odd feeling began to overcome him. He felt a possessiveness like never before. And he wondered, if he were to take the woman in the real world, if this same feeling would exist there also. He closed his eyes and drifted off again.
Bulma came down the stairs. It was nearly three in the morning, her insomnia raging wildly. Maybe a warm cup of decaf tea would help her. She walked through the living room glancing over at the couch. Yep, still there. He hadn't even moved! She fixed her tea and sat in a chair across from him, sipping it slowly.
'I wonder what he's dreaming? Or is he even dreaming?' she let her eyes slowly drift over his bare upper body, and was amazed to feel her stomach tighten and her heart flutter. 'Well, he is really built. And I guess he's pretty cute too. If you don't take into account he's a ruthless killer who really wants us dead.' She laughed briefly, remembering some of the things she would catch him doing when he thought no one was watching. Like feeding Scratch deli meat while he was fixing a sandwich. Or the time he had actually helped her mother carry in groceries, grumbling all the way of course. And every now and then, he could be extremely charming when the urge hit him. Unfortunately the urge didn't strike very often.
'Maybe I should wake him up and tell him to go upstairs.' She set down her mug and leaned over the prince, gently shaking him. "Vegeta." Nothing. After a few more attempts, she sighed. "He sleeps as sound as Goku does!" then a devious thought struck her as she looked down at those full lips. And they were full when they weren't pulled back in that smartassy smirk he usually wore. She leaned close watching his eyes for any sign of waking and pressed her lips against his. They were… really soft. Next thing she new, she was being crushed against him and being kissed so passionately it actually took her breath.
When he finally released her, she stumbled backwards expecting to see his cold gaze and cruel smirk, but to her amazement, he was still sound asleep. "Whoa." She breathed. 'If he can kiss like that in his sleep, I can't even imagine what he could do if his mind was really on it.' She stumbled backwards to the steps, then turned and headed back to her room. Slightly dazed.
When Vegeta awoke in his dream the next morning, he looked at the woman sleeping beside him. Her blue hair spread out over the pillow like a waterfall. Her lips still slightly swollen from their love making. He ran his tongue over his lips, sensing an odd taste that he couldn't for the life of him figure out where it had come from. Tea?
Alright, I still can't believe I wrote this into the story. But it's obvious that most of my audience is female here, and you guys like this kind of stuff. Next chapter will start the story getting more serious as the battle ensues between good and evil. I'll try and hurry with it. R&R if you're out there! * holds hand over eyes as if looking into the distance *