Author's Note: this is the chapter that I decided to post by itself since it actually has something 'plotty' to it. I will post this big long ch. on what led me up to this point right here, and how I decided to go this way with the story.
p.s. I know the bathroom scene thing is done a lot, but I just luv it so I HAD to put it in there.
Full Moon
by: Alien Outcast
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Bulma sat on her king-sized bed (A/N: I was so tempted to put Prince-sized), waiting for the shower so she could wash the chloraphine out of her hair. "Why don't we have two bathrooms again?" she asked herself, pouting.
She heard the water shut off, and she jumped off of her bed and went into the hallway.
The bathroom door opened and a very naked Vegeta stepped out, drying his hair with a towel. He stopped when he found Bulma in the way.
Bulma stood there, gaping at the saiyen. Her jaw dropped, and she couldn't stop her gaze from dropping lower and lower.
"Are you gonna move or do I have to make you myself?" he asked impatiently (he was feeling much better since the hot tub -he healed fast-).
Bulma shut her mouth, blushed, and carefully went around him into the bathroom. When she shut the door, she leaned her back against it and said, "Damn, he's sexy!"
"I heard that." came from out in the hallway, and then she heard his bedroom door shut.
Bulma opened the bathroom door to yell, "Fuck your super-saiyen hearing!"
Her only response was maniacal laughter.
In anger, Bulma slammed the door, shutting the infuriating noise out, and began her shower.
After her shower, she put on her robe and cautiously poked her head out of the bathroom, looking up and down the hall. She had expected Vegeta to be standing there, waiting for payback, and felt a little disappointed when he wasn't there. Hey, she was sexy too. Bulma didn't take this as a sign of her liking him. No sirree. She just had a need to build up her ego; but he lowered it.
Giving up, she left the bathroom and walked into her room.
Vegeta watched her enter the room and look out into the hallway before closing the door. Bulma dropped her robe and turned on a low-lit light on her dresser. She found her pajamas and quickly put them on.
As she turned around to go to her bed, she jumped at the sight of a darkened figure resting on her bed, and a low rumble coming from the figure, saying, "How was your shower?"
"Vegeta?!" she asked, shocked, as she turned on another lamp at the bedside.
Light flooded the prince, and she saw that he had managed to put on a pair of jeans.
"Well I'm glad to see that you are smart enough to dress yourself." she retorted, pursing her lips and placing her hands upon her hips.
He chuckled at the site of her, and, feeling insecure at the moment without her hair done and lack of make-up, Bulma asked, "What?"
"You." he answered simply. "You look pissed."
Bulma gasped and replied, "You insufferable.........." She groped for the right word to use. "...insufferable ALIEN!"
"Is that the best you can do?" he mocked, slightly disappointed, but happy nonetheless that he had ruffled her feathers.
Ignoring his comment, Bulma went on. "The nerve! Especially when you look royaly angered every day! If not for breaking a malicious smile for tormenting me!"
"Tormenting you?!" Vegeta said, miffed. He stood up from the bed as he said this, his persona changing from his teasing to mild anger.
Bulma stood, confused. He must be PMSing with all these mood changes. My lord.
Vegeta continued. "You torment me all the time, when I can do nothing about it!" Bulma felt that this wasn't about verbal conflicts anymore. "If you don't stop this......this...." Never before had the Prince of all Saiyens have to search for a word. His mind was so cluttered with feelings he didn't recognize, but was smart enough to guess what they were, even though he did not admit it to himself. "......this ridiculousness, then you bring it on yourself!"
"Vegeta what in the hell are you talking about?!" she asked, stepping closer to him. "Bring WHAT on myself?!"
Bulma gasped as he grabbed her arms quickly in a tight grip, his face so close to hers that she could feel his rapt breathing. He looked her straight in the eyes, perhaps searching for answers that he knew were within himself, but didn't care for taking that type of soul journey.
"You know what you do." Vegeta said calmly but fiercely. "You do it on purpose, to see if you can break me."
Her brows drew together, eyes roaming back and forth, also searching for answers that she knew only he withheld. What is he getting at?
"You bring this on yourself." he answered, pressing his lips smartly onto hers.
Her lips were smashed. It wasn't a passionate kiss for Bulma. First of all, because she was so taken aback. Second, because it was all for him; like he had been holding back his disgressions for her, but lost it in that quick moment of heated time.
Bulma came into contact with her bedroom wall, and she quickly caught her breath before he brung his mouth, gentler this time, without the lack of passion.
The blue haired onna's face grew hot. He could feel it. He saw the red swarm up from her neck and rush over her face. Vegeta grinned against her mouth. He could always tell with her. He would always know. But she had always been outside his reach. Neither wanting to admit to themselves that what they most wanted in the world was each other. They were both people filled with an enormous amount of pride.
But now he had her.
And a wave of guilt crashed over him as that thought entered his mind. It was like something snapped and he felt his head slightly clear from the fog that had clouded his mind.
"Go." His voice was raspy as he looked at Bulma, his body still pressing her up against the wall. "Go now, before the control escapes."
"What?" Bulma said, trying to come to some sort of conclusion as to what was happening, as to what had just happened. "Vegeta, you're not making any sense." she protested.
"Escapes ME! Before I lose it!" he shouted, like he didn't want to admit something that was on his mind.
"Vegeta, calm down and explain." Bulma said calmly.
"No! Go! Now! Before it's too late!"
She could already feel his grip on her wrists that were now pinned above her, tighten. He snapped his head down, as if concentrating. Letting out a growl, he shook his head; almost animalisticly. Letting out another growl, this time filled with passion, he once again pressed his mouth to hers; his tongue plunging into her mouth, almost fighting like with her own tongue.
And she soon melted. The only thing now holding the onna up, was Vegeta, his hands pinning her wrists to the wall.
"Oh god Vegeta." Bulma answered out as he once again pulled back away from her.
The fog had slightly cleared in Vegeta's mind. The next time he went under the haze, he would be lost and never emerge. "Do not let this happen." Vegeta looked in her eyes, almost pleading.
Sympathy washed over her. "Do you not wish to feel?" she asked. His grip had loosened if not a little, and she slipped her right hand towards his cheek. A fingertip was all that touched him, before he snapped it away. And for the first time, Bulma noticed his eyes change. They looked different. On further inspection, she realized that a tiny, almost unnoticable, line of blood red rimmed the black of his eye.
For some reason unknown to Bulma, she started to cry. Tears fell from her face as she smiled, looking at the beautiful, seething saiyen in front of her; trying to keep himself in check. His breathing was coming in struggled gasps, and she could feel the heat from it.
Amazingly, he let go of her wrists as Bulma drew even nearer towards Vegeta. He watched, astonished, as he saw her face draw towards his, but then he slipped into the fog, and was truly gone.
He growled as Bulma connected their mouths, ravishing his as he had done to her. But he quickly took control, and Bulma was shocked at herself for wanting it. To want to be controled. Wasn't she always the dominate one?
He turned her around and walked her backwards toward the bed, grinning insanely. Bulma grinned back at Vegeta, and letting out yet another growl, he backed her up against the bed, slowly laying down.
Bulma was trapped underneath Vegeta as he brought them to her bed, and she relished in the feeling of his body on top of hers. She had suddenly felt very aware of every single body part that was touching each other, and she flushed.
The Prince grinned wickedly at her after pulling out of a kiss, and she nervously licked her lips. Seeing this, he brought his lips back down to hers, and captured her tongue inside his mouth. While doing so, he took Bulma's hands and placed them above her head and she smiled against his mouth.
Bulma felt Vegeta raise slightly away from her as he deepened the kiss, and she felt slightly disappointed that, however heavy he may be, his weight was no longer pressing down upon her. She then felt his hands at her waist line, and slowly move upwards. Bulma's breathing came in shallow breaths from anticipation, and her heart beat soared as Vegeta reached her breasts, but was once again disappointed that he had continued on, running the length of her arms, and finally resting at her own hands, fingers interlaced.
It was the Vegeta that had been repressed. He had a little control over what was happening to him, if not at all, and if he was going to do this, he was going to do this his way, not the other persona. It's not like he didn't want to do this. Of course he did. He had just been concerned about Bulma; not knowing her feelings on the subject, he had been inclined to run as fast as he could as far away from her when the warning signs had first shown as he had laid there on her bed. But he was already under a much deeper control then he had thought; and he wasn't allowed to run.
He hadn't wanted to hurt her. He never wanted to hurt her.
But now, as Vegeta looked upon her smiling face, he was dazed to find what he wanted right in his hands. No arranged marriages, no sexual performances with an unwilling partner. No, this is what he wanted. Not what he had been proposed and offered of at Vegeta-sai.
Vegeta licked his lips, trying to steady his breath. And when Bulma pulled him down towards her, and pressed her mouth passionately to his, he lost full control. The sliver of red came back into his eyes, but Bulma didn't care. She was lost. Lost in his unadmitted love; in his passion.