Disclaimer: no, I do not own DBZ. What is with all this crappy crap anyway?
~Vegeta's POV~
I leaned closer to her on purpose, wondering what her reaction would be. To both our surprises, she just stood there, not moving.
I had smelled her scent of arousal in the kitchen; faint but there. It's not like I have never smelled it on her before. I used to notice her outside the GR at times, watching me. I would always smirk at that, sometimes growing into a devilish grin as I smelled her want seeping through. . . . the vents or something. But I could always smell it.
I smell it now, making me grin. I continued to lean closer and very lightly closed my lips over hers; barely a kiss, really. She'd closed her eyes by now, and I smirked and left her side into the Gravity Room.
Surprisingly, it took only about three seconds for her gather herself together. It took another instant to gain self-control and walk away to her precious lab. I hadn't even reached the button to close the door yet.
(Her lips tasted SO gooooood. . . It makes up for her cooking. . . That kiss of mine didn't hold her for very long. . . I'll just have to try harder next time.. . .) I caught myself on that last thought, eyes bulging. Now where did THAT come from?! I glanced up through the window to see her walk away, (a sexy sway to her hips that made me just want to grab her and - ) What the HELL am I thinking?!!!
I shook my head, trying to concentrate on training. I started doing push- ups, annoyed with myself when I noticed my arousal brushing the floor with each one. (Damn, that woman's getting to me!) I thought in dismay. Switching easily, I turned myself vertical and tried doing push-ups THAT way. No luck.
I lost balance, due to my new weight, falling flat on my face with yet * another * reminder of how she was getting to me. (Damn that woman to HFIL!) I screamed in my own head. I tried for sit-ups. That would work, naturally, right?!
Nope.
With each 'up' I jabbed myself in the stomach. I growled furiously. Maybe making the woman angry would help. . . (No) I told myself. (Seeing her angry would only make me want to help her vent that extra energy.)
(Damn these thoughts!) I growled again, ordering the computer to send out the training bots. (Stop thinking about the woman!!) I ordered myself as I destroyed two of the bots Bulma made for me - (AAAAAARRRGGGGHH!!!!!!!!!!) I destroyed several more of the of the bots as they came at me like how I wanted the woman to. . .
(That's IT!!!!!!) I destroyed the rest and began furiously training, going back to the controls every five minutes to up the gravity. At about 250 g's I decided I'd better not go much higher. Any higher and I'd squish! That, or make the thing blow up again, then Bulma would have to dig me out and take me to the -
(OOOOHHHH!!!! Damn this head of mine!!!!) Grabbing a piece of broken bot, I began smashing it up against my head until -
[Vegeta's pretty much out for now, so it'll be third person for a while.]
Vegeta, after hitting himself over the head a good hundred times, going through six pieces of bots, finally blanked out and collapsed.
In the lab, Bulma heard the chronic beeping. She pressed a blinking button and was greeted by a camera showing the inside of the GR. And Vegeta lying unconscious on the ground with pieces of blown up robots all around him.
She sighed and proceeded to save his life, from the GR, yet again.
She turned it off from the outside and entered, shaking her head at the damage already done. (At least he * only * broke the robots this time.)
Figuring she couldn't carry him out, she tried to wake him. She said his name repeatedly, tapping his cheek and taking in the damage done to his forehead. She rolled her eyes at the sight and continued to try and rouse him.
She only got worried when she slapped him, hard, and didn't so much as growl at her. She frowned and slapped him harder and yelled his name several times.
[Well, back to Vegeta's point of view. Enjoy!]
I slowly opened my eyes, hearing my name being called distantly and groaned quietly. (Who is that? Where am I?)
The woman above me sighed. "You had me worried for a sec there, Vegeta." Taking her in as Bulma, aided by her voice, I smiled a little.
Then, out of pure instinct, I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her full on the lips and greedily.
Bulma gasped against my mouth, making me want her more. She drew back, though, looking shocked, which hurt a bit. She looked into my eyes, and nowhere else, as though trying to figure me out. Then her eyes darkened slightly with her own passion and I caught the smell of it.
Suddenly the thought of her naked came to me and wouldn't go away. I knew, instantly, that she was thinking about the time I walked into the bathroom, nude, waiting to take my shower. All she had been wearing then was a towel.
We both lunged at each other then, groping each other's skin as we kissed, tongues battling for possession of each other's mouths, and me trying to undress us both. . .
Chapter Two Repeat: Success!
~Vegeta's POV~
I leaned closer to her on purpose, wondering what her reaction would be. To both our surprises, she just stood there, not moving.
I had smelled her scent of arousal in the kitchen; faint but there. It's not like I have never smelled it on her before. I used to notice her outside the GR at times, watching me. I would always smirk at that, sometimes growing into a devilish grin as I smelled her want seeping through. . . . the vents or something. But I could always smell it.
I smell it now, making me grin. I continued to lean closer and very lightly closed my lips over hers; barely a kiss, really. She'd closed her eyes by now, and I smirked and left her side into the Gravity Room.
Surprisingly, it took only about three seconds for her gather herself together. It took another instant to gain self-control and walk away to her precious lab. I hadn't even reached the button to close the door yet.
(Her lips tasted SO gooooood. . . It makes up for her cooking. . . That kiss of mine didn't hold her for very long. . . I'll just have to try harder next time.. . .) I caught myself on that last thought, eyes bulging. Now where did THAT come from?! I glanced up through the window to see her walk away, (a sexy sway to her hips that made me just want to grab her and - ) What the HELL am I thinking?!!!
I shook my head, trying to concentrate on training. I started doing push- ups, annoyed with myself when I noticed my arousal brushing the floor with each one. (Damn, that woman's getting to me!) I thought in dismay. Switching easily, I turned myself vertical and tried doing push-ups THAT way. No luck.
I lost balance, due to my new weight, falling flat on my face with yet * another * reminder of how she was getting to me. (Damn that woman to HFIL!) I screamed in my own head. I tried for sit-ups. That would work, naturally, right?!
Nope.
With each 'up' I jabbed myself in the stomach. I growled furiously. Maybe making the woman angry would help. . . (No) I told myself. (Seeing her angry would only make me want to help her vent that extra energy.)
(Damn these thoughts!) I growled again, ordering the computer to send out the training bots. (Stop thinking about the woman!!) I ordered myself as I destroyed two of the bots Bulma made for me - (AAAAAARRRGGGGHH!!!!!!!!!!) I destroyed several more of the of the bots as they came at me like how I wanted the woman to. . .
(That's IT!!!!!!) I destroyed the rest and began furiously training, going back to the controls every five minutes to up the gravity. At about 250 g's I decided I'd better not go much higher. Any higher and I'd squish! That, or make the thing blow up again, then Bulma would have to dig me out and take me to the -
(OOOOHHHH!!!! Damn this head of mine!!!!) Grabbing a piece of broken bot, I began smashing it up against my head until -
[Vegeta's pretty much out for now, so it'll be third person for a while.]
Vegeta, after hitting himself over the head a good hundred times, going through six pieces of bots, finally blanked out and collapsed.
In the lab, Bulma heard the chronic beeping. She pressed a blinking button and was greeted by a camera showing the inside of the GR. And Vegeta lying unconscious on the ground with pieces of blown up robots all around him.
She sighed and proceeded to save his life, from the GR, yet again.
She turned it off from the outside and entered, shaking her head at the damage already done. (At least he * only * broke the robots this time.)
Figuring she couldn't carry him out, she tried to wake him. She said his name repeatedly, tapping his cheek and taking in the damage done to his forehead. She rolled her eyes at the sight and continued to try and rouse him.
She only got worried when she slapped him, hard, and didn't so much as growl at her. She frowned and slapped him harder and yelled his name several times.
[Well, back to Vegeta's point of view. Enjoy!]
I slowly opened my eyes, hearing my name being called distantly and groaned quietly. (Who is that? Where am I?)
The woman above me sighed. "You had me worried for a sec there, Vegeta." Taking her in as Bulma, aided by her voice, I smiled a little.
Then, out of pure instinct, I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her full on the lips and greedily.
Bulma gasped against my mouth, making me want her more. She drew back, though, looking shocked, which hurt a bit. She looked into my eyes, and nowhere else, as though trying to figure me out. Then her eyes darkened slightly with her own passion and I caught the smell of it.
Suddenly the thought of her naked came to me and wouldn't go away. I knew, instantly, that she was thinking about the time I walked into the bathroom, nude, waiting to take my shower. All she had been wearing then was a towel.
We both lunged at each other then, groping each other's skin as we kissed, tongues battling for possession of each other's mouths, and me trying to undress us both. . .
Chapter Two Repeat: Success!