Warning: Reason for very strong and violent jealousy ahead!
...........................................................................................LITTLE BLACK DRESS
.........................................................................................................................Rhapsody~*
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," Bulma moaned as she followed Goku, who carried the unconscious Vejita, back into the house. "He is going to KILL you when he wakes up. He's gonna freaking kill ME when he wakes up!"
"IF he wakes up," Goku said, scratching the back of his head. "That was a pretty direct blow to the head, he'll be out for a while, Super Saiyan or not."
"Thank Kami." Bulma gathered her hair at the back of her neck, then released it again. She was so tense that tiny worry lines had begun to form between her brows. "Goku...thank you so much. I'm so glad that you showed up."
"What was that all about?" Goku asked gently, sitting her down on the living room couch. He had deposited Vejita on Dr. Briefs' leather chair, and glanced at him now, appearing uncertain. "I don't think I've ever seen him explode on you before. I thought that I was the only one to receive THAT honor."
Bulma sighed. "You know as much as I do. All I said was that I didn't trust him, and neither did my parents, but I wasn't completely serious, and I've said the same thing before. He just...snapped."
"Well, that kiss sure calmed him down," Goku said playfully, trying to get the startled girl to smile. He only half-succeeded. After hiding a grin, she threw a cushion at him.
"That was one hell of a smooch, if I do say so myself. And just for the record, Goku, when that kind of thing happens, generally it does not 'calm a guy down'." Bulma settled deeper into the couch, her eyes glazed over. She appeared to be thinking, so Goku said nothing and instead studied Vejita for signs of consciousness. Without distraction, Bulma dug deeper into her thoughts, for once eager to analyze things. "I guess he HAS been acting a little different lately, since..." She stopped midsentence, her face turning pink with embarrassment. "Since I broke up with Yamcha. I came home a mess, to say the least, and I think he might have carried me in here when I passed out in the kitchen."
"Hmm," Goku mumbled thoughtfully.
"A bit out of character, isn't it?"
Goku smiled. "Not as much as you would think. Vejita's a pretty complex guy--I sometimes wonder about him. I've always thought that I could read him better than most. Not that I'm bragging or anything. Its just that I can see what he's thinking sometimes, by the look in his eyes."
Bulma, amused at Goku's foresight, leaned towards him, interested. "Well then, Miss Cleo, tell us what you see for Prince Vejita over there."
"I think that..." Goku stopped as a thought occured to him. "Nevermind. I don't know, maybe I should just keep my mouth shut."
"Whatever you say." Bulma watched Goku with a curious eye. "Sometimes, I wonder about YOU, Goku."
"Oh, you don't have to worry about me, Bulma. I'm perfectly fine!"
Bulma laughed at his misconception. "No, I'm just saying that you're, well, pretty amazing sometimes. One second you're like a little kid, and then all of a sudden you're spewing wisdom about Vejita's personality. You kind of remind me of my mother in that way." She sighed and pulled her knees up to her chest. "I don't think I've ever seen Vejita THAT mad at me, not even when I rigged the gravity machine last year."
"Hmmm..." Goku's face was thoughtful. "I don't think that he was MAD, necessarily...I think he was more frustrated. I think."
Bulma, appearing to not have heard him, watched the slight rise and fall of Vejita's chest as he breathed. "You'd better hope that he's not seriously hurt, because no offense, but you're gonna need his help to defeat whatever's coming. I hope that he isn't seriously pissed at me because I have to live with him for the next two weeks."
"Well," Goku started. "You don't HAVE to."
"What are you getting at? We are NOT gonna bump him off, Goku, I definitely do not want him haunting me for all eternity."
"You could come and stay with me and Chichi and Gohan for a little while. Until he cools off, or your parents get home." Goku's face was hopeful, and it warmed Bulma's heart. "It would be fun!"
"It's a wonderful offer and I would love to accept but..." Bulma thought of his wife's negative feelings towards her and shuddered at the prospect of LIVING with the woman. "I don't think that your wife would be pleased."
"Well, if you feel that way," Goku said easily. Then, remembering his stomach, he jumped to his feet. "Say, Bulma, what do you have to eat around here?"
An hour and about seventeen grilled cheese sandwiches later, Vejita began to stir. Bulma, watching him slowly come into consciousness with dread, gripped Goku's shoulder. Goku was not a picture of certainty either, he sat stiffly in his chair and left the crumbs on his plate untouched. His brown eyes were wary. Both nearly fell out of their seats when the prince sat up suddenly.
Goku, always seeing the better side of people, approached him, ready to console. Bulma hung back, getting a bad feeling about Goku being the first person that Vejita saw upon awakening. Her premonition proved to be correct when Vejita's hand shot out and seized Goku's throat, pulling him down to eye level. The gentler Saiyan's eyes were enormously wide and shocked. Bulma leaped behind Goku, ready at the defensive despite her weakness.
"What the fuck did you think you were doing?!" Vejita demanded, digging his fingers into the throat of his rival. "If you ever catch me off guard like that again, I'll kill you!"
"Come on, Vejita," Goku rasped. "I was just trying to help Bul--"
"Help?" Vejita mocked. "Help is the LAST thing she needs. What she needs is for you to leave me the hell alone! If I didn't enjoy watching you suffer through your pathetic life so much, you would be dead already." His grip tightened considerably, nearly cutting off all of Goku's air supply. His face was beginning to look a bit blue.
"Just shut up!" Bulma exclaimed frantically, her voice shrill and desperate. "I'm sick of you constantly berating my friends when you have no good reason! What have we ever done to you? What has GOKU ever done to you? He can't help what and who he is! Why can't you just--lay off?! You're going to KILL him!" Her eyes shone with tears, and her hair hung over her shoulders, making her seem unconsciously vulnerable, something she was not intending to do.
Vejita watched her with his dark eyes, not bothering to be subtle about it. His hand reluctantly left Goku's throat, much to their collective relief. The flustered Saiyan fell back against Bulma, who wrapped her arms around him protectively, her wet eyes narrowed. "What's your damned problem? You want to take the punishment for yourself?"
"I should be the one you hurt!" Bulma said in a moment of courageousness. "If I hadn't kissed you Goku wouldn't have been able to catch you off guard."
"You owed me that one, woman," Vejita stated bluntly. "I seem to recall a night in your mother's gazebo not too long ago."
"Dammit, Vejita!" Bulma shouted in response, still holding Goku as he recovered his breath raggedly. "Why do you always have to be so difficult?! Can't you just say what's on your mind for once instead of suddenly blowing up on people? Its getting awfully tiring."
"Hmph," Vejita snorted, crossing his arms and sticking his nose in the air. "It'll be a cold day in hell before I spill my thoughts before you, woman." And, with a sideways glance at Goku, who was breathing somewhat normally now, "And I'll bow down and kiss your feet before I confide anything in Kakkarott."
Bulma and Goku watched with wide eyes as Vejita got up and coolly made his way up the stairs and into his room. They flinched simultaneously as the door slammed, shaking nearly the whole side of the mansion. Goku squirmed out of Bulma's lap and ran a shaky hand over his unruly black hair. Bulma remained on the floor, her eyes dark and angry.
"I...I've gotta go home now," Goku said uncertainly. Bulma couldn't remember the last time she had seen him so shaken up. "I'm--I'm sorry."
Whatever temporary feeling of security Bulma had felt evaporated as the door slowly swung shut behind her friend.
When she ordered a pizza later that night, Bulma purposely left all but her tiny slice on the kitchen counter, wondering if Vejita would eat at all that night. Carrying her paper plate and bottle of beer, which had been a nervous impulse rather than a conscious choice, she walked to her family's media room, where a big screen and the newest vampire movie awaited her. She shrugged off her terry robe and spread it over her favorite leather chair, enjoying the familar sensation of sinking down into the cushions. With a heavy sigh she turned on the movie.
By the second half of the movie, her beer bottle had been drained and tossed carelessly across the room. Tears of dread began to slide down her face as she contemplated the next two weeks of her life. She managed a tiny smile at the realization that she was crying during a vampire movie, of all things.
"What the hell is wrong with me?" she asked herself, turning over in the chair.
"Probably the same thing that's wrong with me." Bulma nearly fell out of her chair as she whirled around to face Vejita, who was leaning, his arms crossed across his bare chest, against the doorway, watching the movie with some interest.
"I don't think that I'm THAT fucked up yet," she retorted, uncomfortable already. "What are you doing here? I was under the impression that you were still pissed off beyond control."
"I am controlling myself," he replied, his eyes still on the movie. A vampire was attacking the heroine of the movie, and heavy metal music played in the backround.
"Oh yes, that's right--nobody's dead yet."
Vejita smirked, turning his heavy gaze onto her. She stiffened as his eyes traveled up and down her slim frame and the smirk grew larger. "Yeah, and you still have your clothes on."
Her mind numb with shock, Bulma spit out the first thing that came to mind. "And how much longer will I be able to keep it that way?" The mischevious light in his black eyes sent a chill down her spine, a chill that warned her that she was in danger (?) once again. Wrapping her robe around her body, she rose from her seat and attempted to slide past Vejita and out of the room, but was stopped by his strong arm around her waist. She stopped in her tracks, not knowing what else to do.
"Not as long you would like to think--I think hell just froze over." And suddenly his mouth was on hers, a cruel reminder of the Saiyan Prince's wild unpredictability.
Bulma's eyes were wide, her lashes fluttering against his face as he deepened the kiss, his hands sliding under her shirt and to the latch on her lacy white bra. She couldn't help but wonder if he had been waiting for her parents to get lost before doing this, and squeezed her eyes shut stubbornly, not wanting him to doubt her confidence for even a second. It was only when he began sliding her robe over her shoulders with an unmistakable intention that she resisted, taking an awkward step away from him. She dropped her blue eyes to the floor and shoved her clammy hands into the pockets of her robe before speaking.
"We can't do this," she said. "You were trying to KILL my best friend not even five hours ago, for Kami's sake!"
"I was so close, too," he complained defensively, his eyes narrowing. "You act as if that has not been my intent since I arrived here."
"Oh, THAT'S comforting!" Bulma exclaimed, throwing up her hands. "I'd rather not sleep with the man who's trying to kill my friends just now, thank you very much. Good night." For the second time that night, she was unsuccessful in her escape. Vejita stepped into her way, his dark face grim.
"My feelings towards your pathetic friends will never change," he snapped, crossing his arms. "Besides, you can't expect me to let you go by without putting up a fight. What kind of pussy would be able to sleep after that?"
Bulma's brows snapped together in irritation. As suddenly as he had kissed her, she returned the favor. And, as his hands returned to her waist, she knew that this time, they weren't going to stop.
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(A/N): Sorry guys, this is NOT going to be a lemon! I know that some of you were looking forward to that. Sorry to let you down folks, it ain't happenin'. How can you expect a virgin to write about something she's never even experienced? Well, with that said, please review!
...........................................................................................LITTLE BLACK DRESS
.........................................................................................................................Rhapsody~*
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," Bulma moaned as she followed Goku, who carried the unconscious Vejita, back into the house. "He is going to KILL you when he wakes up. He's gonna freaking kill ME when he wakes up!"
"IF he wakes up," Goku said, scratching the back of his head. "That was a pretty direct blow to the head, he'll be out for a while, Super Saiyan or not."
"Thank Kami." Bulma gathered her hair at the back of her neck, then released it again. She was so tense that tiny worry lines had begun to form between her brows. "Goku...thank you so much. I'm so glad that you showed up."
"What was that all about?" Goku asked gently, sitting her down on the living room couch. He had deposited Vejita on Dr. Briefs' leather chair, and glanced at him now, appearing uncertain. "I don't think I've ever seen him explode on you before. I thought that I was the only one to receive THAT honor."
Bulma sighed. "You know as much as I do. All I said was that I didn't trust him, and neither did my parents, but I wasn't completely serious, and I've said the same thing before. He just...snapped."
"Well, that kiss sure calmed him down," Goku said playfully, trying to get the startled girl to smile. He only half-succeeded. After hiding a grin, she threw a cushion at him.
"That was one hell of a smooch, if I do say so myself. And just for the record, Goku, when that kind of thing happens, generally it does not 'calm a guy down'." Bulma settled deeper into the couch, her eyes glazed over. She appeared to be thinking, so Goku said nothing and instead studied Vejita for signs of consciousness. Without distraction, Bulma dug deeper into her thoughts, for once eager to analyze things. "I guess he HAS been acting a little different lately, since..." She stopped midsentence, her face turning pink with embarrassment. "Since I broke up with Yamcha. I came home a mess, to say the least, and I think he might have carried me in here when I passed out in the kitchen."
"Hmm," Goku mumbled thoughtfully.
"A bit out of character, isn't it?"
Goku smiled. "Not as much as you would think. Vejita's a pretty complex guy--I sometimes wonder about him. I've always thought that I could read him better than most. Not that I'm bragging or anything. Its just that I can see what he's thinking sometimes, by the look in his eyes."
Bulma, amused at Goku's foresight, leaned towards him, interested. "Well then, Miss Cleo, tell us what you see for Prince Vejita over there."
"I think that..." Goku stopped as a thought occured to him. "Nevermind. I don't know, maybe I should just keep my mouth shut."
"Whatever you say." Bulma watched Goku with a curious eye. "Sometimes, I wonder about YOU, Goku."
"Oh, you don't have to worry about me, Bulma. I'm perfectly fine!"
Bulma laughed at his misconception. "No, I'm just saying that you're, well, pretty amazing sometimes. One second you're like a little kid, and then all of a sudden you're spewing wisdom about Vejita's personality. You kind of remind me of my mother in that way." She sighed and pulled her knees up to her chest. "I don't think I've ever seen Vejita THAT mad at me, not even when I rigged the gravity machine last year."
"Hmmm..." Goku's face was thoughtful. "I don't think that he was MAD, necessarily...I think he was more frustrated. I think."
Bulma, appearing to not have heard him, watched the slight rise and fall of Vejita's chest as he breathed. "You'd better hope that he's not seriously hurt, because no offense, but you're gonna need his help to defeat whatever's coming. I hope that he isn't seriously pissed at me because I have to live with him for the next two weeks."
"Well," Goku started. "You don't HAVE to."
"What are you getting at? We are NOT gonna bump him off, Goku, I definitely do not want him haunting me for all eternity."
"You could come and stay with me and Chichi and Gohan for a little while. Until he cools off, or your parents get home." Goku's face was hopeful, and it warmed Bulma's heart. "It would be fun!"
"It's a wonderful offer and I would love to accept but..." Bulma thought of his wife's negative feelings towards her and shuddered at the prospect of LIVING with the woman. "I don't think that your wife would be pleased."
"Well, if you feel that way," Goku said easily. Then, remembering his stomach, he jumped to his feet. "Say, Bulma, what do you have to eat around here?"
An hour and about seventeen grilled cheese sandwiches later, Vejita began to stir. Bulma, watching him slowly come into consciousness with dread, gripped Goku's shoulder. Goku was not a picture of certainty either, he sat stiffly in his chair and left the crumbs on his plate untouched. His brown eyes were wary. Both nearly fell out of their seats when the prince sat up suddenly.
Goku, always seeing the better side of people, approached him, ready to console. Bulma hung back, getting a bad feeling about Goku being the first person that Vejita saw upon awakening. Her premonition proved to be correct when Vejita's hand shot out and seized Goku's throat, pulling him down to eye level. The gentler Saiyan's eyes were enormously wide and shocked. Bulma leaped behind Goku, ready at the defensive despite her weakness.
"What the fuck did you think you were doing?!" Vejita demanded, digging his fingers into the throat of his rival. "If you ever catch me off guard like that again, I'll kill you!"
"Come on, Vejita," Goku rasped. "I was just trying to help Bul--"
"Help?" Vejita mocked. "Help is the LAST thing she needs. What she needs is for you to leave me the hell alone! If I didn't enjoy watching you suffer through your pathetic life so much, you would be dead already." His grip tightened considerably, nearly cutting off all of Goku's air supply. His face was beginning to look a bit blue.
"Just shut up!" Bulma exclaimed frantically, her voice shrill and desperate. "I'm sick of you constantly berating my friends when you have no good reason! What have we ever done to you? What has GOKU ever done to you? He can't help what and who he is! Why can't you just--lay off?! You're going to KILL him!" Her eyes shone with tears, and her hair hung over her shoulders, making her seem unconsciously vulnerable, something she was not intending to do.
Vejita watched her with his dark eyes, not bothering to be subtle about it. His hand reluctantly left Goku's throat, much to their collective relief. The flustered Saiyan fell back against Bulma, who wrapped her arms around him protectively, her wet eyes narrowed. "What's your damned problem? You want to take the punishment for yourself?"
"I should be the one you hurt!" Bulma said in a moment of courageousness. "If I hadn't kissed you Goku wouldn't have been able to catch you off guard."
"You owed me that one, woman," Vejita stated bluntly. "I seem to recall a night in your mother's gazebo not too long ago."
"Dammit, Vejita!" Bulma shouted in response, still holding Goku as he recovered his breath raggedly. "Why do you always have to be so difficult?! Can't you just say what's on your mind for once instead of suddenly blowing up on people? Its getting awfully tiring."
"Hmph," Vejita snorted, crossing his arms and sticking his nose in the air. "It'll be a cold day in hell before I spill my thoughts before you, woman." And, with a sideways glance at Goku, who was breathing somewhat normally now, "And I'll bow down and kiss your feet before I confide anything in Kakkarott."
Bulma and Goku watched with wide eyes as Vejita got up and coolly made his way up the stairs and into his room. They flinched simultaneously as the door slammed, shaking nearly the whole side of the mansion. Goku squirmed out of Bulma's lap and ran a shaky hand over his unruly black hair. Bulma remained on the floor, her eyes dark and angry.
"I...I've gotta go home now," Goku said uncertainly. Bulma couldn't remember the last time she had seen him so shaken up. "I'm--I'm sorry."
Whatever temporary feeling of security Bulma had felt evaporated as the door slowly swung shut behind her friend.
When she ordered a pizza later that night, Bulma purposely left all but her tiny slice on the kitchen counter, wondering if Vejita would eat at all that night. Carrying her paper plate and bottle of beer, which had been a nervous impulse rather than a conscious choice, she walked to her family's media room, where a big screen and the newest vampire movie awaited her. She shrugged off her terry robe and spread it over her favorite leather chair, enjoying the familar sensation of sinking down into the cushions. With a heavy sigh she turned on the movie.
By the second half of the movie, her beer bottle had been drained and tossed carelessly across the room. Tears of dread began to slide down her face as she contemplated the next two weeks of her life. She managed a tiny smile at the realization that she was crying during a vampire movie, of all things.
"What the hell is wrong with me?" she asked herself, turning over in the chair.
"Probably the same thing that's wrong with me." Bulma nearly fell out of her chair as she whirled around to face Vejita, who was leaning, his arms crossed across his bare chest, against the doorway, watching the movie with some interest.
"I don't think that I'm THAT fucked up yet," she retorted, uncomfortable already. "What are you doing here? I was under the impression that you were still pissed off beyond control."
"I am controlling myself," he replied, his eyes still on the movie. A vampire was attacking the heroine of the movie, and heavy metal music played in the backround.
"Oh yes, that's right--nobody's dead yet."
Vejita smirked, turning his heavy gaze onto her. She stiffened as his eyes traveled up and down her slim frame and the smirk grew larger. "Yeah, and you still have your clothes on."
Her mind numb with shock, Bulma spit out the first thing that came to mind. "And how much longer will I be able to keep it that way?" The mischevious light in his black eyes sent a chill down her spine, a chill that warned her that she was in danger (?) once again. Wrapping her robe around her body, she rose from her seat and attempted to slide past Vejita and out of the room, but was stopped by his strong arm around her waist. She stopped in her tracks, not knowing what else to do.
"Not as long you would like to think--I think hell just froze over." And suddenly his mouth was on hers, a cruel reminder of the Saiyan Prince's wild unpredictability.
Bulma's eyes were wide, her lashes fluttering against his face as he deepened the kiss, his hands sliding under her shirt and to the latch on her lacy white bra. She couldn't help but wonder if he had been waiting for her parents to get lost before doing this, and squeezed her eyes shut stubbornly, not wanting him to doubt her confidence for even a second. It was only when he began sliding her robe over her shoulders with an unmistakable intention that she resisted, taking an awkward step away from him. She dropped her blue eyes to the floor and shoved her clammy hands into the pockets of her robe before speaking.
"We can't do this," she said. "You were trying to KILL my best friend not even five hours ago, for Kami's sake!"
"I was so close, too," he complained defensively, his eyes narrowing. "You act as if that has not been my intent since I arrived here."
"Oh, THAT'S comforting!" Bulma exclaimed, throwing up her hands. "I'd rather not sleep with the man who's trying to kill my friends just now, thank you very much. Good night." For the second time that night, she was unsuccessful in her escape. Vejita stepped into her way, his dark face grim.
"My feelings towards your pathetic friends will never change," he snapped, crossing his arms. "Besides, you can't expect me to let you go by without putting up a fight. What kind of pussy would be able to sleep after that?"
Bulma's brows snapped together in irritation. As suddenly as he had kissed her, she returned the favor. And, as his hands returned to her waist, she knew that this time, they weren't going to stop.
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(A/N): Sorry guys, this is NOT going to be a lemon! I know that some of you were looking forward to that. Sorry to let you down folks, it ain't happenin'. How can you expect a virgin to write about something she's never even experienced? Well, with that said, please review!