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{A/N}- Hello there! Thanks for all the great advice—I decided I didn't really have a lemon in me, but what I AM going to write, is something of a lime I suppose—hehe, anyway, I hope you like this chapter, and I should have the next up later on tonight! Thanks for the reviews, I love you all ::bursts into tears::]
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Goku bowed his head. "I'm afraid it's my fault Bulma. Vegeta and I were sparring at full power, well, full power without going Super Saiyan, and he must have gotten distracted by something. He took a Kamehameha head on. He didn't even try to block it. I couldn't pull it, it was just too close!"
Bulma put a hand on Goku's shoulder. "It's ok Goku. It's not your fault. Could you sit here with Vegeta for awhile? I've got to go fix lunch for you and Trunks."
"Sure." Goku smiled, sitting down next to Vegeta's bed. "I'll be here for you buddy, for as long as it takes."
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Goku sat at Vegeta's bedside, a worried frown etched across his normally ebullient features. Vegeta had been out for three days now, and there was no sign that he'd wake any time soon.
Goku had been sharing "Vegeta Watch" with Bulma, and with Trunks, who had put aside repairs on his time machine until Vegeta recovered, or at least regained consciousness.
Goku looked up in surprise as Vegeta mumbled something in his sleep. His normally expressionless features were tense and haunted.
Goku reached out hesitantly and patted the unconscious Vegeta on the shoulder. "Hey there buddy, it's ok," Goku soothed, trying to chase away his nightmares.
Goku's eyes shot open as Vegeta's hand clamped down hard on his wrist and drew Goku close to snuggle.
"Ack, Vegeta! What are you doing!" Vegeta snuggled close as Goku struggled to get away without waking the prince. If Vegeta woke to find himself snuggling with 'Kakkarott' he would blow Goku into a million pieces!
Goku struggled desperately. What was he going to do?
After a few minutes of cuddling with the now purring Vegeta, Goku heard footsteps coming down the hall. *Yes! I'm saved,* thought Goku desperately.
"Trunks, HELP!" Goku whisper-shouted as he saw a lavender head bob by the doorway.
Trunks froze. He couldn't have seen what he thought he'd just seen. He slowly took two steps back and turned his head to peer into the room where Vegeta was sleeping. Trunks blinked. There, clutched by a sleeping Vegeta, lay Goku, arms pinned to his side, a desperate and bewildered expression on his face.
"Trunks, help me," Goku whispered again, so as not to wake Vegeta, "Vegeta thinks I'm his teddy-bear or something—he won't let me go!"
Trunks fought for control, but he knew it was a losing battle. He couldn't help it. He was going to--
Trunks rushed from the room before he burst out laughing, careful to muffle his guffaws. He wouldn't want to wake the sleeping prince down the hall—cuddling with his teddy bear!
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Bulma looked up from the book she was reading to hear muffled snorts outside of her bedroom.
Opening the door, she found Trunks, lying on the floor laughing, streams of tears coming out of his eyes, his hands clamped firmly over his mouth to muffle the laughter.
"Trunks," Bulma asked in astonishment, "Is everything ok?"
Trunks looked up to see his mother staring at him in shock. He got an idea. An awfully, wickedly, terrific idea. Trunks struggled to his feet. "Bulma, we need your help," said the grinning Trunks.
"We? Who needs my help? What is this all about Trunks?" Bulma asked in confusion.
Trunks just smiled. "I'll tell you when we get there. Oh, and," Trunks smirked, "bring a camera!"
Bulma shook her head in puzzlement, but obediently retrieved a camera from her dresser drawer and turned to follow the still snickering Trunks. *What is that boy up to?*
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Bulma's eyes widened in shock as she took in the scene. There lay a forlorn Goku, clenched tightly in the arms of the sleeping Vegeta.
Bulma slapped a hand across her mouth to stifle her mirth. "Goku," she giggled through her fingers, "what the heck's going on here? I mean, are we interrupting something," she asked mirthfully, taking out her camera and snapping off half a roll, now immensely glad she had brought it.
*Blackmail,* she thought gleefully, *Blackmail, blackmail, blackmail, blackmail, blackmail…*
Bulma was startled from her happy thoughts by a pitiful voice whining, "Buuuuulma! Just get me out of here! If Vegeta wakes up, he's going to KILL me!"
Bulma grumbled, but handed her camera to Trunks. "Alright then, what's the plan?"
"Easy enough," Trunks grinned, "I free Goku, and you distract Vegeta."
"Distract? What do you mean by distract," Bulma tried to ask, but she was too late. The grinning Trunks pried Vegeta's arms from Goku, and quickly shoved Bulma into their waiting grasp.
"You're his new teddy bear," Trunks explained with a smirk, dragging the relieved Goku behind him as he left the room.
Trunks turned at the doorway, and Bulma sighed with relief. He'd been joking, she knew it!
Taking the camera out of his back pocket, Trunks quickly filled the rest of the roll with pictures of Vegeta and his new 'teddy'. Smiling he called over his shoulder, "Let's go get some lunch Goku!"
With an apologetic grin, Goku followed after Trunks, "See ya later Bulma. At least he won't kill YOU!"
As Vegeta's arms tightened around her, Bulma snarled under her breath. She'd get them for this.
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Vegeta was dreaming. He knew he was dreaming. He could feel the woman's soft body cradled in his arms. He could smell the scent of lilac from her hair.
Vegeta slowly creaked open his eyes, only to see Bulma's small form laying next to him. Why was she here?
Vegeta shifted a bit, only to feel his muscles protest. *Ugh, what happened? I haven't felt like this since my last fight with Frieza!*
"Well, no wonder," Bulma muttered from next to him, "now could you please let me go?"
"What?!"
"I SAID no wonder you haven't felt like this since you fought Frieza—you almost died! Now would you let me go?!"
Vegeta slowly uncurled his arms from around Bulma's waist. *Oh, no. We can't have. I can't have bonded with this woman, there's no way she'll return the bond!*
Bulma straightened her rumpled shirt and smoothed her hair, looking over her shoulder in annoyance, "What are you muttering about? What's bonding?"
Vegeta almost groaned aloud. He had. He had bonded with her. Holding his aching head in his hands, Vegeta clenched it tightly, willing the bond to go away. *I haven't even mated with her yet!* That YET stuck in his mind. Vegeta cursed himself under his breath and tried to get up.
Bulma watched in amused annoyance as Vegeta tried to get to his feet. What the heck was he talking about? Mating? Bonding? Suddenly a wicked idea occurred to her. Could it be?
Getting to her feet and walking around the bed to where Vegeta now lay cursing his uncooperative limbs, Bulma smiled and leaned forward. "Oh, Vegeta?"
Vegeta looked up from his struggles to see the woman leaning over him. She was so provocative, even when she didn't know it! "What do you want woman," he asked, trying to sound cold, but, due to his struggles, instead sounding rather breathless.
Bulma smirked and leaned forward a little bit more, "Do you have a crush on me?" She whispered into his ear.
Vegeta held his breath. She was so close. "No," he managed, before their lips met in a passionate kiss, chasing all words away.
***Hehe, hope you liked it—and to forstall any questions, NO. Vegeta is not having a Yaoi dream and lusting after Goku, and NO, Goku is not afraid to cuddle with Vegeta because he's insecure in his sexuality or anything. Goku simply knows that if Vegeta woke to find himself cuddling with the cursed Kakkarott, not even a Super Saiyan would be able to contain his rage! R&R please! Oh, P.S.-Just in case anyone does NOT know, I certainly didn't come up with the idea of bonding, although it is so commonly accepted I feel free to use it. If the inventor of it is out there, THANK YOU! It's such a great, wonderful, terrific idea!***
{A/N}- Hello there! Thanks for all the great advice—I decided I didn't really have a lemon in me, but what I AM going to write, is something of a lime I suppose—hehe, anyway, I hope you like this chapter, and I should have the next up later on tonight! Thanks for the reviews, I love you all ::bursts into tears::]
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Last Time:
Goku bowed his head. "I'm afraid it's my fault Bulma. Vegeta and I were sparring at full power, well, full power without going Super Saiyan, and he must have gotten distracted by something. He took a Kamehameha head on. He didn't even try to block it. I couldn't pull it, it was just too close!"
Bulma put a hand on Goku's shoulder. "It's ok Goku. It's not your fault. Could you sit here with Vegeta for awhile? I've got to go fix lunch for you and Trunks."
"Sure." Goku smiled, sitting down next to Vegeta's bed. "I'll be here for you buddy, for as long as it takes."
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Goku sat at Vegeta's bedside, a worried frown etched across his normally ebullient features. Vegeta had been out for three days now, and there was no sign that he'd wake any time soon.
Goku had been sharing "Vegeta Watch" with Bulma, and with Trunks, who had put aside repairs on his time machine until Vegeta recovered, or at least regained consciousness.
Goku looked up in surprise as Vegeta mumbled something in his sleep. His normally expressionless features were tense and haunted.
Goku reached out hesitantly and patted the unconscious Vegeta on the shoulder. "Hey there buddy, it's ok," Goku soothed, trying to chase away his nightmares.
Goku's eyes shot open as Vegeta's hand clamped down hard on his wrist and drew Goku close to snuggle.
"Ack, Vegeta! What are you doing!" Vegeta snuggled close as Goku struggled to get away without waking the prince. If Vegeta woke to find himself snuggling with 'Kakkarott' he would blow Goku into a million pieces!
Goku struggled desperately. What was he going to do?
After a few minutes of cuddling with the now purring Vegeta, Goku heard footsteps coming down the hall. *Yes! I'm saved,* thought Goku desperately.
"Trunks, HELP!" Goku whisper-shouted as he saw a lavender head bob by the doorway.
Trunks froze. He couldn't have seen what he thought he'd just seen. He slowly took two steps back and turned his head to peer into the room where Vegeta was sleeping. Trunks blinked. There, clutched by a sleeping Vegeta, lay Goku, arms pinned to his side, a desperate and bewildered expression on his face.
"Trunks, help me," Goku whispered again, so as not to wake Vegeta, "Vegeta thinks I'm his teddy-bear or something—he won't let me go!"
Trunks fought for control, but he knew it was a losing battle. He couldn't help it. He was going to--
Trunks rushed from the room before he burst out laughing, careful to muffle his guffaws. He wouldn't want to wake the sleeping prince down the hall—cuddling with his teddy bear!
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Bulma looked up from the book she was reading to hear muffled snorts outside of her bedroom.
Opening the door, she found Trunks, lying on the floor laughing, streams of tears coming out of his eyes, his hands clamped firmly over his mouth to muffle the laughter.
"Trunks," Bulma asked in astonishment, "Is everything ok?"
Trunks looked up to see his mother staring at him in shock. He got an idea. An awfully, wickedly, terrific idea. Trunks struggled to his feet. "Bulma, we need your help," said the grinning Trunks.
"We? Who needs my help? What is this all about Trunks?" Bulma asked in confusion.
Trunks just smiled. "I'll tell you when we get there. Oh, and," Trunks smirked, "bring a camera!"
Bulma shook her head in puzzlement, but obediently retrieved a camera from her dresser drawer and turned to follow the still snickering Trunks. *What is that boy up to?*
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Bulma's eyes widened in shock as she took in the scene. There lay a forlorn Goku, clenched tightly in the arms of the sleeping Vegeta.
Bulma slapped a hand across her mouth to stifle her mirth. "Goku," she giggled through her fingers, "what the heck's going on here? I mean, are we interrupting something," she asked mirthfully, taking out her camera and snapping off half a roll, now immensely glad she had brought it.
*Blackmail,* she thought gleefully, *Blackmail, blackmail, blackmail, blackmail, blackmail…*
Bulma was startled from her happy thoughts by a pitiful voice whining, "Buuuuulma! Just get me out of here! If Vegeta wakes up, he's going to KILL me!"
Bulma grumbled, but handed her camera to Trunks. "Alright then, what's the plan?"
"Easy enough," Trunks grinned, "I free Goku, and you distract Vegeta."
"Distract? What do you mean by distract," Bulma tried to ask, but she was too late. The grinning Trunks pried Vegeta's arms from Goku, and quickly shoved Bulma into their waiting grasp.
"You're his new teddy bear," Trunks explained with a smirk, dragging the relieved Goku behind him as he left the room.
Trunks turned at the doorway, and Bulma sighed with relief. He'd been joking, she knew it!
Taking the camera out of his back pocket, Trunks quickly filled the rest of the roll with pictures of Vegeta and his new 'teddy'. Smiling he called over his shoulder, "Let's go get some lunch Goku!"
With an apologetic grin, Goku followed after Trunks, "See ya later Bulma. At least he won't kill YOU!"
As Vegeta's arms tightened around her, Bulma snarled under her breath. She'd get them for this.
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Vegeta was dreaming. He knew he was dreaming. He could feel the woman's soft body cradled in his arms. He could smell the scent of lilac from her hair.
Vegeta slowly creaked open his eyes, only to see Bulma's small form laying next to him. Why was she here?
Vegeta shifted a bit, only to feel his muscles protest. *Ugh, what happened? I haven't felt like this since my last fight with Frieza!*
"Well, no wonder," Bulma muttered from next to him, "now could you please let me go?"
"What?!"
"I SAID no wonder you haven't felt like this since you fought Frieza—you almost died! Now would you let me go?!"
Vegeta slowly uncurled his arms from around Bulma's waist. *Oh, no. We can't have. I can't have bonded with this woman, there's no way she'll return the bond!*
Bulma straightened her rumpled shirt and smoothed her hair, looking over her shoulder in annoyance, "What are you muttering about? What's bonding?"
Vegeta almost groaned aloud. He had. He had bonded with her. Holding his aching head in his hands, Vegeta clenched it tightly, willing the bond to go away. *I haven't even mated with her yet!* That YET stuck in his mind. Vegeta cursed himself under his breath and tried to get up.
Bulma watched in amused annoyance as Vegeta tried to get to his feet. What the heck was he talking about? Mating? Bonding? Suddenly a wicked idea occurred to her. Could it be?
Getting to her feet and walking around the bed to where Vegeta now lay cursing his uncooperative limbs, Bulma smiled and leaned forward. "Oh, Vegeta?"
Vegeta looked up from his struggles to see the woman leaning over him. She was so provocative, even when she didn't know it! "What do you want woman," he asked, trying to sound cold, but, due to his struggles, instead sounding rather breathless.
Bulma smirked and leaned forward a little bit more, "Do you have a crush on me?" She whispered into his ear.
Vegeta held his breath. She was so close. "No," he managed, before their lips met in a passionate kiss, chasing all words away.
***Hehe, hope you liked it—and to forstall any questions, NO. Vegeta is not having a Yaoi dream and lusting after Goku, and NO, Goku is not afraid to cuddle with Vegeta because he's insecure in his sexuality or anything. Goku simply knows that if Vegeta woke to find himself cuddling with the cursed Kakkarott, not even a Super Saiyan would be able to contain his rage! R&R please! Oh, P.S.-Just in case anyone does NOT know, I certainly didn't come up with the idea of bonding, although it is so commonly accepted I feel free to use it. If the inventor of it is out there, THANK YOU! It's such a great, wonderful, terrific idea!***