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property of Toei Animation and Toriyama-sama. Yada, yada. I'm not making
any money off this fic, but if you insist on suing me, I'd be happy to give
you my gym socks and my leftover chocolate pie! ^_^
'………' Thought.
"………" Spoken.
Vegeta's sharp hearing had allowed him to hear Yamcha's one-sided conversation with Bulma's father. The weakling human couldn't do a thing to him, and if he tried to hurt Bulma again, he'd be dead. Blasted into the next dimension. The Prince scared himself sometimes with thoughts like these; he didn't want to care for her. In ANY way. But if it had to be like this, he was going to make the best of it. And he wasn't going to turn to sentimental mush in the process. He considered these all very admirable intents.
Upon Yamcha finishing his ranting, Vegeta turned to Bulma to say something to her, finding the blue-haired woman fast asleep beside him, the blankets hiked up to her chin and beyond just like she had been before. He needed to get away, and now that she was sleeping, this was the ideal time for doing so.
He sat up slowly, the bed shifting under the change in weight, and waited a moment to make sure she wasn't going to wake. Upon finding her still in a sound sleep, he darted out of the room, quickly and quietly shutting the door behind him, wide eyed. He almost felt bad for leaving her. She'd looked so comfortable in that place nestled in his chest, but he had to think. He had to get away from her.
She was distracting the Saiya-jin prince from the one thing he had been promised in his life; to become one of the legendary. It was all for him. Bulma was taking this away from him; taking away his concentration. Today was going to be set aside for meditation.
He soon set off, upon dressing himself; armor, boots, gloves, and suit. With that, the prince took to the skies, forcing himself not to look back. He knew the woman was going to be infuriated when she woke, and she found the side of the bed he'd occupied the past two nights cold and empty. Vegeta had grown to know her better than most, and it would only make things worse if he avoided her, so after his meditation session was through for the day, he decided to return to her, as long as she didn't start that dreadful screaming.
A rather desolate island came into view, and Vegeta saw this as the perfect place for silent reflection. 'What was the start of all of this, anyway? Was it when I saw her on Namek...? I don't believe that any living…STRAIT male would disagree that she is beautiful. But… why?' He settled himself in the shade of a long palm tree, and sat bow-legged, taking in deep, steady breaths as he did, beginning to think everything over once again. 'This just isn't right. She's disturbing my training habits; this is the first time in two days I've had a chance to train… that damned woman has made me softhearted.' His arms folded over his chest, still deep in thought.
After what seemed like hours, the Saiya-jin no Ouji stirred and glanced to the sky; it had shifted to luminous shades of oranges and pinks. He took in a rather elongated breath, and let out a sigh to match. 'Time to go and face the music… GAH! Stupid Chikyuu-jin sayings. What the fuck are they DOING to me?!' With that, the prince took off towards Capsule Corps.
Much to his surprise, he found Bulma still fast asleep, in the exact same position he left her in; he let out a silent sigh of relief. No explaining. He didn't really know why he cared if she yelled… it didn't make him feel horrible or angry… just a little guilty. As soon as he had slipped through her window, he noiselessly dropped his armor, and gloves. His boots and his suit followed these, all of which were replaced by nothing; his pants were still in his bedroom.
Bulma stirred as he slipped under the blankets, totally unashamed of his nakedness. (A/N –And he shouldn't be! Vegeta is one good lookin' boy, to say the least. Man.. I'd love to see HIM in that state…) He smirked down towards her, pulling the petite figure to his chest just as it had been the night before; nothing appeared to have changed. He was actually grateful for once in his life. Ever so slowly, Bulma's eyelids fluttered open, only to be met by Vegeta's never-ending depths of the most sincere onyx she'd ever seen. He was still lying there, holding her. Her head nuzzled into the crook of his neck, and she murmured into it; hoping he could hear.
"You're still here, Vegeta.."
"Of course I am, baka. Why wouldn't I be?"
"…I don't know." Vegeta sighed. "What was it you needed to talk to me about this morning?"
"…Never mind." He choked up, and proceeded to mentally slap himself.
"Come on, Vegeta. If something's bothering you, you can tell me…"
'Not if the problem IS you, baka…not if it's you.' He let out another sigh (A/N- there's a lot of sighing going on! Gomen!) tried to form the words he wanted to say without twisting them into something that would earn him a verbal assault, and being ignored for days on end. The prince pulled her closer to his nude body, and buried his visage in her hair, taking in the womanly scent.
"Vegeta…" She was quiet; quieter than usual. She was acting like she wanted to say something to him, but she said nothing. He lifted up her chin so she was looking directly towards him, and he kissed her. He held her there, the fire igniting between the two as soon as their lips touched. The prince smirked into the kiss, and became a bit rougher with her.
Bulma was content in his arms until she felt something hard press against her thigh. She jerked back, looking him over. "V-Vegeta. Y- you're.." She blushed copiously, and gulped. The one that she'd been longing for for so long was laying stripped beside her.
Her blushing subsided, and she leered back at him, grabbing his face in her hands, crushing her mouth onto his own, desire burning each time her tongue brushed against his own, her knee gently rubbing against the inside of his thigh.
Vegeta was totally lost in all of this. Did she want him as much as he did her? Was she just upset over the loss of her former mate and wanted a good lay? Did she really care for him? He was blind when it came to this sort of thing. 'I'll just assume what I want to hear from her, and that will be that.'
Gah! I'm just not in the mood to write a sex chapter tonight.. so I had to stop there. I'm in the mood to READ one. ^_^;; I know Vegeta SEEMS OOC, but think about it. You never see him and Bulma in the bedroom together! We don't know what goes on behind closed doors… I'm assuming he's … fluff. Well. Half fluff. We'll see for later! New chapter as soon as I get in the mood to write about Vegeta's n3kk3dn3ss.
'………' Thought.
"………" Spoken.
Vegeta's sharp hearing had allowed him to hear Yamcha's one-sided conversation with Bulma's father. The weakling human couldn't do a thing to him, and if he tried to hurt Bulma again, he'd be dead. Blasted into the next dimension. The Prince scared himself sometimes with thoughts like these; he didn't want to care for her. In ANY way. But if it had to be like this, he was going to make the best of it. And he wasn't going to turn to sentimental mush in the process. He considered these all very admirable intents.
Upon Yamcha finishing his ranting, Vegeta turned to Bulma to say something to her, finding the blue-haired woman fast asleep beside him, the blankets hiked up to her chin and beyond just like she had been before. He needed to get away, and now that she was sleeping, this was the ideal time for doing so.
He sat up slowly, the bed shifting under the change in weight, and waited a moment to make sure she wasn't going to wake. Upon finding her still in a sound sleep, he darted out of the room, quickly and quietly shutting the door behind him, wide eyed. He almost felt bad for leaving her. She'd looked so comfortable in that place nestled in his chest, but he had to think. He had to get away from her.
She was distracting the Saiya-jin prince from the one thing he had been promised in his life; to become one of the legendary. It was all for him. Bulma was taking this away from him; taking away his concentration. Today was going to be set aside for meditation.
He soon set off, upon dressing himself; armor, boots, gloves, and suit. With that, the prince took to the skies, forcing himself not to look back. He knew the woman was going to be infuriated when she woke, and she found the side of the bed he'd occupied the past two nights cold and empty. Vegeta had grown to know her better than most, and it would only make things worse if he avoided her, so after his meditation session was through for the day, he decided to return to her, as long as she didn't start that dreadful screaming.
A rather desolate island came into view, and Vegeta saw this as the perfect place for silent reflection. 'What was the start of all of this, anyway? Was it when I saw her on Namek...? I don't believe that any living…STRAIT male would disagree that she is beautiful. But… why?' He settled himself in the shade of a long palm tree, and sat bow-legged, taking in deep, steady breaths as he did, beginning to think everything over once again. 'This just isn't right. She's disturbing my training habits; this is the first time in two days I've had a chance to train… that damned woman has made me softhearted.' His arms folded over his chest, still deep in thought.
After what seemed like hours, the Saiya-jin no Ouji stirred and glanced to the sky; it had shifted to luminous shades of oranges and pinks. He took in a rather elongated breath, and let out a sigh to match. 'Time to go and face the music… GAH! Stupid Chikyuu-jin sayings. What the fuck are they DOING to me?!' With that, the prince took off towards Capsule Corps.
Much to his surprise, he found Bulma still fast asleep, in the exact same position he left her in; he let out a silent sigh of relief. No explaining. He didn't really know why he cared if she yelled… it didn't make him feel horrible or angry… just a little guilty. As soon as he had slipped through her window, he noiselessly dropped his armor, and gloves. His boots and his suit followed these, all of which were replaced by nothing; his pants were still in his bedroom.
Bulma stirred as he slipped under the blankets, totally unashamed of his nakedness. (A/N –And he shouldn't be! Vegeta is one good lookin' boy, to say the least. Man.. I'd love to see HIM in that state…) He smirked down towards her, pulling the petite figure to his chest just as it had been the night before; nothing appeared to have changed. He was actually grateful for once in his life. Ever so slowly, Bulma's eyelids fluttered open, only to be met by Vegeta's never-ending depths of the most sincere onyx she'd ever seen. He was still lying there, holding her. Her head nuzzled into the crook of his neck, and she murmured into it; hoping he could hear.
"You're still here, Vegeta.."
"Of course I am, baka. Why wouldn't I be?"
"…I don't know." Vegeta sighed. "What was it you needed to talk to me about this morning?"
"…Never mind." He choked up, and proceeded to mentally slap himself.
"Come on, Vegeta. If something's bothering you, you can tell me…"
'Not if the problem IS you, baka…not if it's you.' He let out another sigh (A/N- there's a lot of sighing going on! Gomen!) tried to form the words he wanted to say without twisting them into something that would earn him a verbal assault, and being ignored for days on end. The prince pulled her closer to his nude body, and buried his visage in her hair, taking in the womanly scent.
"Vegeta…" She was quiet; quieter than usual. She was acting like she wanted to say something to him, but she said nothing. He lifted up her chin so she was looking directly towards him, and he kissed her. He held her there, the fire igniting between the two as soon as their lips touched. The prince smirked into the kiss, and became a bit rougher with her.
Bulma was content in his arms until she felt something hard press against her thigh. She jerked back, looking him over. "V-Vegeta. Y- you're.." She blushed copiously, and gulped. The one that she'd been longing for for so long was laying stripped beside her.
Her blushing subsided, and she leered back at him, grabbing his face in her hands, crushing her mouth onto his own, desire burning each time her tongue brushed against his own, her knee gently rubbing against the inside of his thigh.
Vegeta was totally lost in all of this. Did she want him as much as he did her? Was she just upset over the loss of her former mate and wanted a good lay? Did she really care for him? He was blind when it came to this sort of thing. 'I'll just assume what I want to hear from her, and that will be that.'
Gah! I'm just not in the mood to write a sex chapter tonight.. so I had to stop there. I'm in the mood to READ one. ^_^;; I know Vegeta SEEMS OOC, but think about it. You never see him and Bulma in the bedroom together! We don't know what goes on behind closed doors… I'm assuming he's … fluff. Well. Half fluff. We'll see for later! New chapter as soon as I get in the mood to write about Vegeta's n3kk3dn3ss.
