Okay, this is a continuation of chapter three, Bwa ha, Panabelle now i expect a review of you, hehehe.Sorry this took so long, but i had a bit of writers block.Hope you guys like ^^
Kuree
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Vegeta awoke promptly at 5. Stretching his muscular arms, he padded out the door of his room, and down the hallway to Bulma's, in his favorite pooh bear boxers of course. Without a thought of knocking, he threw open the door, and walked over to her bed.
She was in the middle of it, comforter strewn on the floor, and the sheets wrapped tightly around her. Her scarred hand however, was not under the cover, but stretched out far from her, scar upwards. Looking at it made him feel a bit angry, even though he had done all he could for her…He sneered. It always seemed as if his best wasn't good enough, not for Bulma not for Miikari----
"uuuuggggghhhhh…."Bulma groaned in her sleep, and Vegeta stiffened. One leg, long and curvaceous, slipped out from under the covers, all the way to her hip. He gulped. From what he could see, underneath her t-shirt Bulma was making a fashion statement----the "au naturel."
Suddenly, Vegeta began to get nervous. He became acutely aware of the smell of her room---the smell of her. He twitched his sensitive nose and inhaled. Her scent was not nearly as strong as a Saiyajin female's, but it was still there, and Vegeta had become attuned to it…In a trance, he lifted his hand, wishing to run it along the length of her leg…
"gahhhh…just one more cup of decaf, mom…"Bulma whined in her sleep. Vegeta sweatdropped, and quickly jerked his hand back. He watched the spot he had touched near her hip, rise with goosebumps.
"Woman…" he growled softly. "Wake up…" He nudged her shoulder hesitantly.
Bulma stirred, and groggily opened her eyes. For a frozen moment, two azure eyes looked straight at him, and he looked back, deep into their depths. Then, Bulma squealed.
"What the hell are you doing in my room Vegeta?!" She threw herself under the covers so he couldn't see her.
"It's time to get started. Be downstairs in 15 minutes." He stood next to her bed, looking at the covers she was under. She removed the sheet over her face, and peeked out at him.
Immediately she blushed. "Gah! Vegeta, can't you put on some clothes?!" He looked down at his Pooh boxers, and the happy face of Pooh gathering honey, one of his favorite earth foods. There was a main picture of pooh's face on his butt, and the rest was printed on honey jars.
He chuckled at her discomfort, and his mouth spread in a smug grin. "I could say the same to you. And may I be the first to say, what lovely undergarmets you are wearing…" He laughed, and started picking his way out of her room, stepping over bundles of clothing.
Under the covers, Bulma was blushing. She did remove the sheet from her face for a few seconds, though, to " watch pooh" leave her room, if you get my drift. Vegeta had a nice "pooh."
"I can't believe he saw my underwear…" thought Bulma, and then stopped short, having a dawning realization, and her face blossoming into an even darker shade of red.
For you see my friends, this was the last time Bulma would sleep nude.
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Vegeta: Thats more like it, woman. Except you made me seem like a total perv...
Kuree: -.-;;;;
Vegeta: ...rather than the total pimp we all know i am!
Kuree; 0.o;;;;
Vegeta: 'Course, i did like the view i got, heh heh heh.
Kureeji: ^^;;;
Vegeta: One time, when you were sleeping---
Kuree: 0.0 I think you should jsut stop talking
Vegeta Perhaps that would be best.
Kuree
kureeji.net
Vegeta awoke promptly at 5. Stretching his muscular arms, he padded out the door of his room, and down the hallway to Bulma's, in his favorite pooh bear boxers of course. Without a thought of knocking, he threw open the door, and walked over to her bed.
She was in the middle of it, comforter strewn on the floor, and the sheets wrapped tightly around her. Her scarred hand however, was not under the cover, but stretched out far from her, scar upwards. Looking at it made him feel a bit angry, even though he had done all he could for her…He sneered. It always seemed as if his best wasn't good enough, not for Bulma not for Miikari----
"uuuuggggghhhhh…."Bulma groaned in her sleep, and Vegeta stiffened. One leg, long and curvaceous, slipped out from under the covers, all the way to her hip. He gulped. From what he could see, underneath her t-shirt Bulma was making a fashion statement----the "au naturel."
Suddenly, Vegeta began to get nervous. He became acutely aware of the smell of her room---the smell of her. He twitched his sensitive nose and inhaled. Her scent was not nearly as strong as a Saiyajin female's, but it was still there, and Vegeta had become attuned to it…In a trance, he lifted his hand, wishing to run it along the length of her leg…
"gahhhh…just one more cup of decaf, mom…"Bulma whined in her sleep. Vegeta sweatdropped, and quickly jerked his hand back. He watched the spot he had touched near her hip, rise with goosebumps.
"Woman…" he growled softly. "Wake up…" He nudged her shoulder hesitantly.
Bulma stirred, and groggily opened her eyes. For a frozen moment, two azure eyes looked straight at him, and he looked back, deep into their depths. Then, Bulma squealed.
"What the hell are you doing in my room Vegeta?!" She threw herself under the covers so he couldn't see her.
"It's time to get started. Be downstairs in 15 minutes." He stood next to her bed, looking at the covers she was under. She removed the sheet over her face, and peeked out at him.
Immediately she blushed. "Gah! Vegeta, can't you put on some clothes?!" He looked down at his Pooh boxers, and the happy face of Pooh gathering honey, one of his favorite earth foods. There was a main picture of pooh's face on his butt, and the rest was printed on honey jars.
He chuckled at her discomfort, and his mouth spread in a smug grin. "I could say the same to you. And may I be the first to say, what lovely undergarmets you are wearing…" He laughed, and started picking his way out of her room, stepping over bundles of clothing.
Under the covers, Bulma was blushing. She did remove the sheet from her face for a few seconds, though, to " watch pooh" leave her room, if you get my drift. Vegeta had a nice "pooh."
"I can't believe he saw my underwear…" thought Bulma, and then stopped short, having a dawning realization, and her face blossoming into an even darker shade of red.
For you see my friends, this was the last time Bulma would sleep nude.
---
Vegeta: Thats more like it, woman. Except you made me seem like a total perv...
Kuree: -.-;;;;
Vegeta: ...rather than the total pimp we all know i am!
Kuree; 0.o;;;;
Vegeta: 'Course, i did like the view i got, heh heh heh.
Kureeji: ^^;;;
Vegeta: One time, when you were sleeping---
Kuree: 0.0 I think you should jsut stop talking
Vegeta Perhaps that would be best.