Chapter 3
The last of the guests were finally
drifting away, each stopping to wish Bulma goodbye, and to thank her for
inviting them. Bulma would do the same,
and wish them a safe trip as she put up a smile. She hadn't seen Vegeta after their little encounter that
afternoon, and she was worried that she might have gone overboard with it. Anyone could see the trouble brewing in her
eyes. Truth to tell, she was even a
little scared of going home. But those
thoughts were quickly dashed away when a heavy weight descended on her
leg. When she looked down, she saw her
youngest child, Bra, attached to her leg like a cast with her arms and legs
wrapped tightly around Bulma's leg. She
could feel the circulation starting to cut off to her feet.
"Um,
Bra honey, are you tired?" she asked in a soft voice. The blue haired child lifted her head just
enough so that Bulma could see her face. Bra's eyes were practically closing as they spoke.
"No,
Kaasan, I'm not ::big yawn:: tired..." Bulma knew the truth though, and scooped her daughter into her arms,
where she automatically snuggled into her mother's warm body.
"Suuuure,
Bra-chan. Playing tag with Goten all
day could make anyone tired." Bulma then yawned herself. "I got tired just by watching you two." Bra let out a little girlish giggle and
closed her eyes. Bulma planted a small
kiss on Bra's forehead and walked towards the main Capsule Corp. building where
all their bedrooms were. Although Bra
was only 5, she weighed more than a normal human child would, and Bulma had a
tough time trying to walk up the stairs to her room with Bra in her arms. But after 15 minutes, she finally reached
her daughter's bedroom door and swung it open on well oiled hinges. Posters of unicorns and balloons plastered
the walls, and Bulma reached under the balloon lamp to switch it on, casting
the entire room with a warm glow. Barbies, toys, and dress up clothes were scattered on the floor from when
she had forced Goten to play dress up and "house" with her. Bra could be very persuasive when she wanted
to be. *Wait until she's 16… * she
thought. Bulma went around to the side
of the bed and rolled the Princess Barbie sheets up. She switched Bra to her other shoulder and placed a hand on her
back and her other on the back of her head to keep it from snapping back. Bulma gently placed her in the bed and took
off her shoes and socks and threw them in the closet. *Mental Note - Make sure the service robots hit this room.* Bra's hands closed into tiny fists and she
moved onto her left side as Bulma pulled the blankets over her small body. She tucked the blankets around her and
kissed her once again on her forehead and whispered sweet nothings into her ear
as she walked away. On her way out, she
switched off the light, sweeping the room with darkness and she shut the door
with a slight *click*. A stray hair
went into her eyes, and she brushed it away with a careless hand. She was
exhausted, but she still went downstairs and turned on the security system by
punching in a few codes, which activated the various security robots around the
compound. With another big yawn, she
crept up the stairs and walked into her bedroom. She didn't have to worry about Trunks, since Chichi had offered
to take him home with her and Goten. *I
don't know how Goten does it. He can
play with Bra and still have energy left for Trunks.* A weary smile crossed her face.
"What
I wouldn't do for that kind of stamina," she whispered under her
breath. She looked at the king sized
bed that lay before her - the sheets were still neatly folded, implying that
Vegeta still hadn't come home yet. Bulma took the pins out of her hair, allowing the blue locks to bounce
free from the restrictive bun they were in, and she placed them on her dresser
along with her gold necklace. Too tired
to do anything else, she flopped on her bed with her arm over her eyes, just
focusing on her breathing, listening to it coming in and going out. But when she tried to get up to crawl under
the covers, she found she couldn't move. A moment of panic electrified her before she realized that it was
Vegeta, and that he was pinning her to their bed with only his aura. His bright blue energy flared up, splashing
the room with a bare glow. But even in
the low light, she could see the evil smirk that was on his face, and the
smoldering ebony eyes that peered at her and seemed to go through her very
being.
"Vegeta!! Let me go!" But he didn't move - just kept staring at her with that
smirk. "Vegeta, I mean
it!" She tried to thrash around,
but it was no use - he had her pinned, and she couldn't move an inch. And much against her will, heat started to
emanate from her lower torso, and her heart started to quicken its pace. "Vegeta... let me go...." she
whimpered. "I'm ti-" She was cut off by his lips on hers, his hot
Saiyajin tongue darting in and out of her mouth. She took a sharp intake of breath, and slowly exhaled it through
her nose as his kiss started to melt her icy anger. She brought her head off
the bed so she could kiss him back more, but instead Vegeta slowly pushed her
head back down. Her own tongue started
to dance with his, his body starting to lower itself onto hers. Still kissing, his hands released hers and
traveled down her arms and outlined her torso, massaging her sides from her
breasts to her hips. She let out a moan
against his mouth, and she could feel a grin growing on his lips. Bulma tried to get the dominant position by
flipping Vegeta over, but he obviously wouldn't let her do that. Saiyajins were the kind of race that needed
to be dominant in everything they did. His tail unraveled itself from around his waist and slowly wound itself
around Bulma's upper thigh, gently squeezing and loosening. His burning Saiyajin tongue rolled across
the skin of her neck, leaving a trail of tingling sensations on Bulma's
skin. Various moans and groans echoed
in the expansive room, coming from both parties. He finally drew back his head, breaking the passionate kiss, and
leaving a gasping Bulma to wonder what was next. Vegeta simply gazed in her eyes for a moment, then gently bit the
tip of her delicate human nose, receiving a nip on his chin (I know every other story has it, but I
like it! ^_^) in response. His mouth
traveled down to her neck, nuzzling and nipping the whole time, eventually
ending up at the collar of her Calvin Kline navy suit jacket. Bulma finally realized what he was going to
do, and promptly tried to shoo him away. "Vegeta! Vegeta, don't! No! This is a very expensive
jack-" But she was cut off by the
sound of ripping fabric, as Vegeta started to bite the buttons off her
jacket. He would put the button in his
mouth, and snap his jaws shut, like a pair of scissors; his Saiyajin canines cutting
the thread holding the button to the jacket in one easy bite. One after the other, the buttons on Bulma's
$500 suit jacket began to accumulate in a rough pile on the floor, courtesy of
her mate. Finally, the last button was
spit out onto the carpet, and the jacket exposed every part of her body from
her navel up. His lips went up to meet
with hers once more, ravishing her wonderful taste. And once again, his mouth slowly traveled down her slim body, his
aura still holding her gently to the bed while his mouth did the work. His mouth went down to her belly button, and
suddenly, his heat was gone, as if it had never been there. Bulma, who was obviously enjoying this, took
a few seconds to realize that Vegeta wasn't there any more.
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