A/n: Hey peeps! What up!? Finally releasing another chapter. I'm so excited I can release new chappies, aren't you?! Well, please review and tell me what you think. Also, please read the warnings. These chapters are getting kind of steamy. I know, this is still rated PG13. But it does not contain enough physical material to be rated R. So please, just consider it kind of NC17, ok? Thank you… ^^
Warning: sexual content, obscene language, adult situations. Please mature readers only.
'What You Wish For'
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Performed Songs: Losing Grip - Avril Lavigne
Comedown - Bush
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The elevator bell rang, signaling its arrival to the 14th floor. Vegeta yawned, as him and Bulma both took the winch all the way to the top of the hotel, a deep silence surrendering the small box.
Bulma refused to look at him. She was way pissed at herself for letting everything happen, and the consequences that her actions had caused to the whole band…as opposed to Vegeta, who could actually care less. Both of them got what they wanted, or at least he was sure it was something that none of them despised. He didn't see a problem in that.
As the doors pulled open, Bulma was the first one to make a move and finally get out of the elevator. Before Vegeta could even move, she turned back again, facing him. He faced her with his same cold scowl. She cleared her throat
" There's rehearsal at six. Dress properly and be. On. Time" she cleared out, signaling the watch on her own wrist. Vegeta raised a brow, crossing his arms on his chest
" I WAS on time this morning. There was a distraction on the way…" he explained smugly, letting clear what he was talking about. Bulma's blood boiled to a hundred and ten in seconds. She frowned at him
" You asshole! If I'm just a fucking distraction-" she pushed him " Why the hell did you do it, then!? You could've stop it, jerk, and you didn't! Now we're both screwed! Dave thinks I'm an irresponsible punk! And it's all because of you! It's your fault!" she screamed at him. Vegeta smirked, of course not taking her angry efforts seriously
" Don't get carried away, woman. There is nothing wrong with what we did. Besides, I bet you can't stay away from it-"
" Watch me, you prick-"
" Oooh, that's a new one. Been practicing your insults lately?" he asked with sarcasm. Bulma just rolled her eyes, then turned away from him
" I hate you, you low brain jackass.." she said, walking towards her room. Vegeta walked towards his room, which was right besides her
" Who says I don't, you blue haired maniac?" he replied back. The couple slid their keys through the door locks
" Hope you die in your sleep.." Bulma said before going inside her room. Vegeta scowled
" Hope you choke in your puke.." he said back, now the two of them entering their respective rooms..
~*EXACTLY TWO MINUTES LATER*~
There were some desperate, incessant knocks coming on Vegeta's door. Vegeta tried to ignore them, but after at least five minutes trying to avoid the annoying sound, he finally gave it up deciding to open the door after all… of course ready to kill whoever it was.
" Hey…" blue radiant eyes were seen behind the door swung open. It was Bulma. She was carrying a pillow on one hand and some sheet on the other one. Vegeta frowned
" What do you want?" he asked irritated. Bulma glanced at him wearily, then yawned
" My…" she finished her yawn " My sheets are still all gross. I managed to save one, though. I'm sleeping on your bed…" she stretched her arms, her face looking all cute since it was puffy. Vegeta cursed beneath his breath, then finally pushed to door open
" Fine.." he said walking inside, Bulma walking right behind him…
Bulma went straight to bed, not giving her mind a chance to even think about it. Before closing her eyes, she managed to see Vegeta sliding off his pants, then sitting on the edge of the bed, his broad, bare back facing her. She shook her head in disbelief
" What are you doing?" she asked, arranging the sheet she had managed to save so it would cover her whole body. Vegeta turned his head mid ways and looked at her from the corner of his eye
" I sleep naked. Sorry if it's a disturbance…though I doubt it.." he smirked to himself. Bulma yawned again
" Get over yourself. Your ego… is…just….screwed" her eyes didn't last any longer, and not seconds passed before she was sound asleep, her body facing Vegeta. Vegeta turned and looked at her, yet remained silent. He smirked to himself as if he was looking at the most beautiful piece of art, then went to bed as well, passing out instantly…
~*TWENTY MINUTES LATER*~
" Would you stop turning?" asked Vegeta annoyed, as the blue haired female sleeping besides him turned for the millionth time, her flimsy night gown all wrinkled due to her actions. She tsked as she opened her eyes
" I can't. It's my way of sleeping…" she said, noticing that Vegeta must've been laying in the same position for a while now. He was facing the roof angrily, probably waiting for her to stop turning and tossing
" If you want to sleep in my bed, then stop turning!" he demanded. Bulma whined
" It's my way of sleeping, you jerk. I can't do anything about it" she said back. Vegeta breathed out, but pressed his eyes closed, evading the argument that was about to engage. Bulma frowned at him, but decided to do the same…
Bulma kept turning and turning, still not finding a comfortable position to sleep in. She opened her eyes and finally gave it up
" Vegeta, I can't sleep" she said out loud, waking up the annoyed male besides her. Vegeta frowned, his eyes still closed
" It's not my problem" he replied carelessly. Bulma's frame became irritated
" It IS your problem, you asshole!" she called angrily, making him finally open his eyes. He turned to her pissed, his cover only covering from his hip bones and down
" Why is it my problem?" he asked frowning harder. Bulma breathed in and swallowed
" Well…um…I …want….more…" she requested shyly. Vegeta's frame became confused for a mere second before he finally realized what she was talking about
" Your voice is going to be long gone before tonight's rehearsal.." he said. Bulma nodded
" I know" she agreed, both of them turning to look at the roof again
" I don't care…" he said, breaking the silence that had suddenly surrendered the room. Bulma turned to him and smiled wickedly, as he smirked at her as well. In no time at all, Bulma was resting her whole body over his, her two elbows resting on his upper chest as she placed small kisses on his jawbone. Vegeta turned to her lips. Finding them, he locked them together into a soft, blissful kiss. Bulma leaned back to look at his face, as he embraced her by the waist, his hands roaming her back gently, and his eyes filled with deep, very deep lust
" I don't want to give a shit, but I do" she confessed. Vegeta kissed her again, drowning her senses in a wave of pure lust. Bulma let herself be taken, wanting even more of the bastard laying below her. Then suddenly she broke apart as Dave's words ran through her mind repetitively
And it's all because you were all fucked up last night. Krillin and Goku do not deserve to be punished. This is the last one. One more and this band is going to hell…
She looked at Vegeta as he glanced at her with his dim passion. It was scary to want to be with a man like that…but it was thrilling at the same time. His desire, his feelings were just extreme. And as much as she wanted to keep herself away from him, she knew that there was going to be a point when she wouldn't hold anymore…and that point had been the night before…
" Vegeta.." she called as he kissed her jawbone with warm lips " We-we can't…" she whispered, but he wouldn't budge. She breathed out, his kisses driving her insane
" We already did, woman" he whispered back, her neck being of his lip's possession now. Bulma sighed hard, unable to control it
" We can't do it. Dave. He said-"
" Do you want this?" he asked, cutting her off. Bulma swallowed as his hands roamed her back even more fervently, his breath going against the bare skin on her neck. She breathed hard
" It's not fair.." she complained. Vegeta smirked
" Fair enough to me. All you have to do is tell me to stop" he caressed her firm ass now. Bulma gave in, her lips clashing softly against his as he ardently kissed back
" I don't want to stop you" she admitted, feeling Vegeta's traditional smirk on her own lips
" I didn't think so" he slid his hands down her underwear, now caressing the bare, firm skin of her ass. She closed her eyes for a second, the moment taking her, then opened them and immediately frowned realizing what he had just said. Breaking the kiss they were engaged in, she narrowed her eyes at him
" You are such an egomaniacal asshole" she protested, going back to his lips again. Vegeta chuckled, breaking the kiss
" You're a witch and I'm not complaining" he stated back, kissing her once more. Bulma broke the kiss, half smiling smugly
" Watch your mouth. You could get a bad case of blue balls…" she threatened. In a sudden movement, Vegeta rolled over, pinning her hard beneath him with his hip bones. He smirked as she tried squirming, noticing that she was almost unable to
" Now who's leaving?" he asked. Bulma narrowed her eyes at him again, but he leaned and kissed her shortly
" Don't worry, woman. I won't make you scream loud" he informed. Bulma half smiled haughtily, roaming his broad back with her hands, trying to find the hem of the pant…which she didn't find since he had taken it off long before laying down on bed. She placed her hands on the end of his spine ( you know. Where he would've had a tail) and stroked it gently, feeling his body tense upon hers
" I'm going to teach you how to say my name…" she caressed softer to torture him, making his control slip away slightly as he moved upon her to try and avoid her intents. He smirked evilly
" How are you planning to make that happen?" he asked, as if it was something too impossible to do. Bulma giggled softly, taking his face between her two small hands and looking deeply into his dark eyes
" That's…." she kissed him " a surprise…" she whispered on his lips, making him smirk as she smiled on his lips as well. The couple got settled, ready to start round two…
~* 11:50AM - LOCATION: LOBBY *~
Goku and Krillin were the only ones downstairs…out of a group of four people who were supposed to get there in ten minutes, twenty minutes as late. David Anderson had requested lunch at this time, saying how they needed to rest even more before rehearsal at six, which is why the band had agreed on it.
Krillin looked at Goku as both guys sat down on the lobby's chairs. The minute the two individuals missing showed, they would all go inside the hotel's restaurant and grab something to eat. Yet it seemed like Goku couldn't hold it any more. His troubled face was a clear sign of it
" Man, I'm hungry. I wonder where Bulma and Vegeta are….AGAIN" he stated. Krillin raised a brow
" I'm hungry too. Where are those guys? Bulma used to be at least thirty minutes earlier everywhere she was needed to go. Now she gets here like ten minutes later and she could actually give a shit…" he said, his voice sounding molested. Goku furrowed his brows in confusion
" No she doesn't. Bulma was pretty pissed off after the meeting with Dave. I talked to her. Although not for long…" he stated. Krillin sighed
" Well, that's not the problem anyway. There's just something going on with her. Something that's making her lose the focus on what she, and WE wanted…" he explained. Goku raised his brows, clueless as what to Krillin was trying to say
" What are you talking about?" he asked. Krillin started to think about every single moment, from last night 'till this morning at the rehearsal meeting. He then widened his eyes wider than dinner plates, falling backwards (anime style). Goku looked at him wearily
" What's going on?" he asked. Krillin sat back on the chair
" I think Vegeta and Bulma…have….something going on…" he informed his speculations. Goku fell backwards now (anime style), laughing in disbelief
" You can not be serious!" he almost shouted. Krillin ssshed him
" Lower your voice. I'm not sure, man. But look, yesterday at the party there was not one minute that Vegeta and Bulma were away from each others, and I saw her kiss his cheek. Normally Vegeta would've killed someone who would dare to do that…AND in public" he recalled. Goku nodded
" Yeah. That's right…" said Goku dazed off, yet still kind of confused about the whole conclusion. Krillin shook his head
" And it's not only that, but this morning they both got in late, and at the same time, plus the whole meeting thing with Dave. What do you think that meant?" he acquired, taking the investigation to its furthest point. Goku furrowed his brows in horror
" Gosh, so there IS something going on with those two! Unbelievable! Who would've ever thought that Vegeta-"
" Goku, that's not the point. The point is that she is hooking up with a band player. A rock playing guitarist" he informed. Goku shrugged his shoulders
" Yeah. So?" he acquired. Krillin fell backwards again
" SO?!? Out of the three of us, he's the one that should definitely be considered 'off limits'!!" he replied exasperated. Goku's frame became troubled
" I-I don't know, Krillin. He doesn't seem like a good guy, but he's not bad either. Besides, everyone deserves a chance to be judged after they've been long known. We hardly know the guy" he stated calmed. Krillin shook his head
" Well, I don't know. It's all pretty suspicious to me. I mean, why wouldn't she tell us? She always tells us stuff as important as this is" he questioned. Goku sighed
" Don't worry, man. She'll probably tell us tonight, or tomorrow. The thing is you gotta let her come to us and tell us. We can't be messing in her life, you know how much she hates that…"
" Who hates what?" the blue haired female came behind him, her eyes as bright and radiant as they had been for life. Goku widened his eyes, a sweat drop forming at the edge of his forehead
" N-N-No-No one!!" he chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head. Bulma looked up and met with Krillin's, who's face was as unstable as Goku's.
" Were you guys talking about me?" she asked doubtfully. Krillin chuckled even more
" No!" he replied instantly " We-We were…uh…talking about Chichi!" he replied, Goku looking at him alarmed…of course, Bulma couldn't see since she was standing behind Goku's chair. Bulma crossed her arms on her chest, half smiling warily
" Oh really?" she raised a brow " Well, in that case, I guess….since you're telling me the truth, then we can go to eat" she informed. Sweat drops came down from Krillin's forehead
" Where's Vegeta?" Goku asked, taking Bulma's eyes away from Krillin. Bulma signaled the restaurant
" He's already in there…somewhere…" she searched with her finger. Goku stood up, Krillin standing up behind him
" Where's the food?! I'm starving!" he said, his stomach growling not seconds after the stated. Bulma rolled her eyes smiling
" You are impossible, Goku. Fine, let's go to eat!" she said enthusiastically, both males following behind her as they walked together inside the restaurant…
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"…Like I'm not real
Didn't you feel me lock my arms around you?
Why'd you turn away?
Here's what I have to say…" Bulma sang solo, as she practiced inside the auditorium an hour before rehearsal. She was glad that her voice was not cutting down anymore, but she did feel her throat kind of sore.
Damn! To think this is all my fault. I can not blame the bastard completely… she thought, her thoughts betraying her own mood. She wanted to make him feel responsible for it all, but it wasn't as if she was trying to stay away from him, either. For now he was just a 'distraction'; something to entertain her while they were on the road. But she knew that sooner or later she was going to start to feel something….and that's what I'm afraid of … she thought again, letting out a hard sigh.
Though she didn't want to think about the situation, there she found herself again, thinking about it. It would be at rest for a couple of minutes before coming back, the same thoughts over and over again. Whatever…
"…Why should I care?
'Cause you weren't there when I was scared
I was so alone
You, you need to listen
I'm starting to trip, I'm losing my grip
And I'm in this thing alone…" she kept singing, totally trusting the fact that she was all alone…and that no one was listening. She hummed the intersection of the song, ready to continue singing almost precisely to the live tone of the song.
When she was about to start the second part, she heard a known sound of an acoustic guitar, coming out from the backstage of the performing auditorium. She knew who it was, and she couldn't wait to listen to his voice again, singing the way he did. Fixing the stage microphone to the exact pose it used to be before she came in to practice, she turned around quickly, searching for the origin of the sound in all the backstage rooms…
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"….I don't wanna come back down from this cloud
It's taken me all this time to find out what I need …" he breathed, playing the cords on his fine wooded guitar. Bulma pressed her ear against his door, trying to listen louder to the notes he played so well. Vegeta played the second cords
"I don't wanna come back down from this cloud
It's taken me all this, all this time…." he sang again, his voice sounding so concentrated and deep. Bulma swallowed. if only I could stay here forever, listening to the sound of his voice, I would be-
" Bulma?" the make up director, Trish, interrupted her thoughts roughly, surprising her standing there with her ear pressed against Vegeta's dressing room. Bulma quickly pushed herself away from the door, blushing hard as she did so, her eyes widened in horror while she chuckled nervously
" Trish?" she held her breath " What a surprise!" she exclaimed exasperated. Trish raised a brow, smiling weirdly
" Same here, I was about to go look for you" she stated. Bulma raised a brow
" Really?" she asked dumbfounded. Trish smiled
" Yes. I just got the new MAC package and I needed you to choose the makeup you'll be wearing for the performance on Friday" she informed. Bulma raised her two brows now
" That's a surprise. I didn't even know I get to choose MAC makeup-"
" You get to choose AND have MAC makeup. The company sent you gifts…like they always do with all the starters they think that have a future…so that's a good sign. They're great gifts by the way!-"
" Wait! I? I get to have MAC makeup?" she asked again, as if she hadn't heard well the first time. Trish nodded
" Yeah, girl! Well, anyway, I gotta run. I have a meeting with the Paul Mitchell people. By the way, they wanna try something different on your hair. I'll go into details later, and I'll let you know at what time you can come by and choose the make up stuff. It was good to see you, you look great!" she informed as she walked away. Bulma waved her hand mid ways
" Yeah…you too…." she said, turning to the direction that Trish walked away to. She then turned back to Vegeta's door
" Weird…" she said with a confused frame on her face " …but good!" she smiled. Just then, Vegeta happened to open the door, and the fist thing he found himself with was Bulma standing there….lost in her thoughts…again
" Talking to yourself again, woman?" he asked, breaking her hard thoughts. Bulma looked up, shocked by the fact that she was busted, but happy that she could finally see him again
" I thought I taught you how to say my name…" she suggested with a smug smile on her face. Vegeta smirked evilly
" I'm a slow learner" he walked closer to her. Bulma half smiled wickedly
" Is that so? Guess I'll have to teach you better-" she talked, but was cut off by Vegeta's lips landing on hers deliberately. She kissed back with the same passion, Vegeta walking backwards so both of them could fit inside his dressing room…
" Vegeta…" Bulma called as he dropped stuff from his dresser's counter to the floor so he could be able to set her down there. He kissed her again, this time with more passion; but as strong as his lust was for her, she had to break the hot make out session
" Vegeta, practice is in half an hour" she informed, sitting herself comfortable on his counter. Vegeta set himself in between her legs to be closer to her, then kissed her again placing his hands on her hips
" I'm not doing anything… 'inadequate' " he indicated, bringing her close to kiss her again. Bulma teased his mouth with her lips, suckling on his lower lip first…then on his upper lips, the kiss taking at least two minutes of their time…
" We're gonna be late" she warned, as the breathed on each others lips, their foreheads gently pressed against one another, his hands holding her face while hers held his face. Vegeta reached her lips with his shortly, then they breathed on each others again
" Let's go…" he said, Bulma leaning in for another short kiss
" Ok.." she agreed, but he kissed her again. Bulma cut the kiss short
" We're leaving" she kissed him " We're leaving now" she said, Vegeta kissing her once more, making her vulnerable to her decision. He smirked seeing how much she was doing in order to 'leave', but another kiss from Bulma stopped his damnable trademark smirk.
" You leave first…" he said in between the kiss. Bulma agreed, her hand holding his jawbone and bringing him in for one last kiss
" Fine" she said, then jumped off the counter, her body touching with Vegeta's in the attempt. Vegeta swallowed, watching her walk away…
" God, you're hot!" he whispered. Bulma stopped dead in her tracks then turned to him, her frame awstrucked
" WHAT?!" she asked horrified. Vegeta's eyes went wider than dinner plates
" NO-NOTHING!!" he said blushing hard, terrified on how that thought just happened to slip away from him so easily and unaware. Bulma raised a brow and smirked
" Ok, Vegeta. See you at practice…" she said in her 'freaked out' tone. Vegeta waved his hand
" Yeah…" he replied nervously, the blue haired woman walking out of his dressing room, finally. He sighed, resting himself against the counter behind him worried
" What the fuck was that?!" he asked to himself loudly, not having an explanation for it all. He then looked at himself
" What the hell…I'm even talking to myself like she does! Bizarre!" he shivered, then picked up his blue guitar and walked out of the dressing room himself, ready for the famous rehearsal which was going to serve as a test to prove just how right they had carried out Dave's rules…
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"…Why should I care?
'Cause you weren't there when I was scared
I was so alone
Why should I care?
If you don't care then I don't care
But I'm going anyway…" the guitars and the battery played for a few more seconds before finally ending the song. It was almost two o'clock…and the guys seriously didn't look like they could last out one more try, their tired eyes was a clear indication of their tiredness.
The cords on Vegeta's guitar played a while longer than the whole band played them…and of course, the first one to notice was none other than David Anderson.
" Ouji, the end. You have to work more on the end. It's supposed to be a sudden end, kill the sound after four. Count in your head and you got it-"
" I can't concentrate counting on my head" he cut him off. Dave sighed
" Then you're telling me you can't play?" he complained. Vegeta sighed out, turning away from him. " That's what you're basically telling me, Ouji. If you can't concentrate now, how are you going to concentrate in front of eighty thousand or more people inside this small auditorium?" he acquired again. Vegeta frowned at the old male
" I've been in large crowds before! And there has never been anything wrong with the way I play in front of them" he informed superiorly. Bulma sighed tiredly as both Krillin and Goku hit the floor, faster than the speed of light, acknowledging the fact that this argument was due to take a while.
" …I'm not asking you to change it. I'm asking you to correct it. To make it better for your own good-"
" I like it the way it is. Why the hell are you trying to push it-"
" You know what? If you listened, just once, you would be-"
" I don't care who would I be. I like me. Too bad if you despise that fact-"
" Ah, goddamn it! Would you stop being so damn arrogant!? It pisses the hell out of me!" he exclaimed, seating on the chair he always sat to listen to the rehearsals. Vegeta was about to reply, but Bulma placed her hand on his shoulder, making him turn to look at her
" Don't" she said in a low tone "Dave, we're going to sleep. It's two o'clock and we've got another long day coming. What time tomorrow?" she asked, Vegeta still looking at her. Goku and Krillin's eyes snapped open. Did Bulma just 'order' Vegeta to STOP arguing? Even worse…did he just listen?
Dave narrowed and widened his eyes, finally realizing that tiredness was dropping fast on him like a heavy burden. They all needed the rest
" Fine. Be downstairs at eight in the morning. We'll intone with you Bulma, and we have to configure the guitars better with the battery, plus, we need to work on the end. We'll do that for an hour and a half in the morning, then you can go have breakfast. I'll let you know at what time after breakfast" he informed. The group nodded and muttered in agreement, finally standing straight and directing themselves to their rooms…
~*~
" I'm so tired…" Bulma whined as they all traveled on the same elevator. Vegeta yawned besides her while Goku and Krillin could barely keep their eyes open. Krillin sighed out
" Man, this guy is killing us. I can't stand my arms. Is he going to be like this all the time?" he asked out loud. Vegeta frowned
" Fuck him. Who needs an old kook ordering around all the time, anyway" he said in his usual pissed tone. Goku stood up for the answer
" I think we need him, Vegeta. I mean, he's the one who pays for all this stuff and-"
" Oh hush, Kakarot! No one asked you!" he said frowning at him. Goku chuckled innocently
" I thought you had" he said in his childish tone. Vegeta became more irritated
" Listen you imbecile! If you don't shut up-" the bell rang, signaling it's arrival to the 14th floor for the third time of the day. Vegeta held his words as they all came back to the same state of tiredness they were before the argument in the elevator engaged.
Krillin was the first one to get out of the elevator, followed closely by Goku, who was followed next by Bulma. As she made her attempt to get out of the electronic thing, Vegeta held her hand from the back, then pulled softly. Bulma stopped dead in her tracks, waiting for his urgent request
" Tired?" he asked, his lips roaming the thin bones on her ear softly. Bulma half smiled
" No. You?" she asked back. Vegeta smirked
" No. Your room?" he acquired once more. Bulma grinned completely now
" Sure" she agreed, the couple walking down the hallway fast to catch up with the group before they suspected anything. Little did they know…they already DID suspect something…
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End of Ch.8. There is something rather important that I have to remind you, it's already written in the A/n. I would like you to know that this story should be considered NC-17, although I still keep it as PG-13 since it doesn't have enough 'physical' lemon to be classified R. This rating thing IS a problem for me. You see how it's trying to change the way you write? Now you either have to have a full lemon, or no lemon at all. How bad does that suck!?
Anyway, now that I feel much better pulling that one out of my chest, how'd you like this chapter?? Please review, tell me what you think! Let me know what you don't like about it, what you would like to see or what you do like about it. I'm so glad and so grateful for all the people that has reviewed my 'Fame' story, didn't think it was going to be that much!! But thanks!! Thank you for reviewing this one as well and I hope you guys had a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!! Love ya'll
Lovies
~PL~