Mystery Years
~Chapter Four~
It wasn't till three months later the ship landed in its space. At the sound of the rumble Bulma ran outside. She stood in front of the hatch waiting for it to open, when it did she held her breath in excitement. Vegeta walked down to her and smiled. 'That's mine. He only shows me that.'
"I kept my promise." Bulma became teary eyed at the comment.
"Yes you did." She replied sarcastically drawing back her tears that threatened to flow down her cheeks.
"So Bulma, did I miss anything?" He cocked his head at her and gave her a strange look. 'He used my name when somebody could have over heard him.' Bulma did the only thing she could do, the only thing she had wanted to do since he left. She stepped forward, took his upper neck in her hands and met his lips in a hungry kiss. At first he was stiff and unresponsive but after a moment he gave into his passion. When she pulled back Vegeta started to pursue her retreating lips but his ego stopped him. Bulma went to retreat farther but found she couldn't move. Two iron strength hands had a firm grasp on her lower back. 'I'm in his arms.' Bulma felt like she could just melt into a puddle. 'Oh this has to be a dream.' She sighed. "I love you." She heard him say. 'Yep this is a dream. Come on Bulma wake up!' And that's exactly what she did. When she was in full control of her senses she got up and went to her balcony. The stars were as bright as ever.
"Oh it's so beautiful in the country." She sighed. The next morning Bulma traveled home from her three-week vacation at the Brief's summer home, which was a restored stoned castle. It sat above the ocean and was like a paradise in the summer. 'Course now it's fall and soon winter will be upon us. I hate winter.' She growled which made the stewardess come over to her.
"Are you all right, Miss?" Bulma turned to the young woman. 'She's shaking and very pale, maybe I should be asking her that question.'
"Yes, I'm fine, thank you." The woman seemed to calm down and Bulma noticed color return to her as she walked away. 'She must have been scared of me.' She laughed to herself.
Five hours later Bulma finally arrived home. The first thing she did was flop down on the sofa, but remembered to do it quietly because it was late and everyone was in bed. 'It's warm.' She hopped to the middle, which was a little warm. 'Somebody must have been lounging. But wait my parents don't lounge.' Bulma stood to quickly and got a head rush. When she was clear headed again it only lasted a second before she started to get excited. 'It has to be him. He came home.' She became very giddy like a schoolgirl. Right away she headed for the kitchen. When she neared it no lights were on but that didn't discourage her because she knew Vegeta had excellent vision and could see almost perfectly in the dark. Even though the whole house was dark, Bulma didn't have any trouble getting around either, the lights from the city created a giant night light that shined through the tinted windows and anything she couldn't see she still was able to avoid on account she knew her house backwards and forwards. Finally she entered the kitchen. 'Nobody's here?' She was right nobody was there. 'But Vegeta always gets a snack right before he goes to bed.' She started to sulk when she remembered their real kiss. The heat that had radiated off of his body had almost been overwhelming. 'Well it takes a lot to make those guys cold. He could have left the couch up to five minutes ago, maybe more depending on long he had been sitting there.'
Bulma decided to wait till morning to find out if her Saiyan Prince had kept his word or not. She crept upstairs and headed for her room. She was about four feet from her door when she smacked into something hard and fell to the floor. "Oww." Was all she let out. She rubbed her head and looked up to try and make out what she had run into, but failed to see anything because the hallway was pitch black.
"Ok the last time I checked there wasn't a wall there." She whispered hoping that was enough to make who ever it was speak.
"Maybe you should just watch where you're going."
"Oh very funny, Vegeta." She said leisurely and got to her feet. "Vegeta!?" She almost yelled. "You came back?" She couldn't help herself and threw her arms around his thick neck. Vegeta staggered back a bit but unconsciously took hold of her returning her embrace. He wasn't quite sure what to make of all of it but he definitely wasn't about to complain. He liked the way she felt against his body; she wasn't just skinny she had muscle tone. The hug ended a little to soon for Vegeta, if it had been up to him it would have lasted till dawn. "Are you tired?" She asked bluntly her hands resting on his biceps, him never letting go of her.
"Not really, why?" He replied.
"Good follow me." She opened the door to her room forcing Vegeta to let go of her. She entered swiftly, followed closely by a bewildered Vegeta. "Tell me all about your trip." She said closing the door behind him; Vegeta just stood and watched her do a complete circle around him. As soon as she was back in front of him from her journey to the door and back she advanced to her closet. Once she disappeared into the black hole and a light had chased away the darkness of the small room, he heard her sweet voice sing out. "Well?" It was then that he realized how much he had missed her lovely melody. A matter of fact he had missed her. Her scent, the bounce of her hair and the way it shined. The sparkle of her blue eyes and the way her body moved, not to mention her mind and witty commentary. And who could forget her bitter sarcasm. She exited the closet in the black robe. "Hm?" She asked tilting her head to the side and flashing him a look of innocence. The grumble of his stomach broke the silence.
"How about I get something to eat and come back later to tell you?"
"Alright." She smiled her glorious smile and walked up to him. "Do ya promise?" He looked straight into those sapphire pools and nodded. "Good, I'll be waiting then." {Grrr.} She turned to go but hesitated a moment to pat his stomach and to shake her head, then she smiled at him and continued to the bathroom. Vegeta slightly grinned and left her to herself. Bulma took a quick shower to purify her body of the grittiness of travel, then slipped into a navy blue silk baby doll and matching bikini. 'Want to look sexy but not desperate.' She wasn't sure yet if she wanted anything to happen between them so she decided to throw on the matching Kimono wrap, but she didn't tie it. When she left the bathroom she headed straight for the balcony sliding door. She cracked it open for the cool late night breeze to bring some freshness to her stale room. After that she drew the curtain, the handle on the door kept it drawn back from the breeze's gentle caress. She crossed to her bed and lit two candles to give the room a little light. She wanted to be able to see his face when he spoke but she also wanted it to be a little romantic too. Her crystal formation hanging from the ceiling helped spread the light around her giant sized room. 'I love my new room, course it's not that new anymore.' She glanced around herself. 'Come to think of it, it's been a while.'
The Brief's had remodeled their home four years ago. Bulma had remodeled her room twice. The first time she tripled it's size, adding a fireplace, sitting area, balcony and king size bed. When she had invited Vegeta to stay they remodeled again. Her and Vegeta got their own wing together. The door across the hall was actually the entrance to a bathroom. They had built Vegeta's room right next to it and gave him access to it, so she always used it to enter his room, when the actual entrance was fifteen feet down the hall opposite of the staircase leading to one of the downstairs hallways. This one just happened to run along side of the kitchen. Vegeta pretty much entered and left his room through the bathroom as well, seeing as it was closer to the stairs.
While they had been constructing his new accommodations Bulma had decided to better her room further by adding her own bath, so Vegeta could have the other to himself. She also decided on creating a walk in closet. That was when she also soundproofed her room. Capsule Corp. was a very noisy home and made it impossible to do anything related to thinking or sleeping. What gave her, the idea was that her labs were soundproof and she often escaped to them but they weren't very comfortable places especially for sleeping. Sleep was always unattainable no matter how tired she was. Between her father working all the time and Vegeta, her house had become a zoo.
Bulma's reminiscing was cut short by a light tapping noise on her door. She looked over from the window she had been gazing out of to the doorway to find an unnerved prince awaiting her invitation.
"Come in." She had been a little surprised by his sudden manners. 'I didn't think Vegeta could be polite. Hm.' She crossed over to the bed and sat down a top the comforter. She motioned to him for him to join her. Vegeta hesitated at first but got up his nerve to waltz right up to her and take a seat next to her. "So?"
"It was fine."
"And?" She raised her eyebrows.
"And what?" He huffed.
"Did your trip bare fruit?" She didn't want to sound too nosy by specifying what she wanted to know.
"Fruit, that sounds appealing." He pretended to get up.
"Oh come on." She grabbed his arm tugged on it lightly and whined in a playful manner so she wouldn't annoy him.
"Yes it bore fruit." She seemed to get really excited and Vegeta was amazed at this revelation.
"Uh-huh?" The twinkle in her eyes made him laugh. "What?" She smiled.
"You really want to know?" He tried to sound like he was teasing instead of curious. He couldn't bring himself to believe she was that interested in his little adventure. "I started to train right after I left the Earth's atmosphere." He went on about the far off planets he had encountered and the creatures inhabiting them. He had even told her that the only ones he killed had attached him first and he had tried his best not to provoke them. Bulma found this a little hard to swallow. 'He could be telling the truth. Well either he's lying cuz he knows I hate it when he kills creatures who are harmless and trying to score brownie points, why though I don't know. But on the other hand he could be telling the truth. He has told me about some of his weak moments. And if no one was around to impress then I know for sure he really is telling the truth. But he was…is…was/is a murdered.' She couldn't make up her mind especially about the last part but decided in the end not to dwell on it. 'The truth will probably come out some time.' She had to give him credit though he was constantly evolving right in front of her and doing things she never thought possible for him. She listened intently and got overjoyed when he told the story of when he turned Super Saiyan.
After that high she slowly started to be lulled to sleep by his voice. She had no idea his presences could relax her so much. But she also calculated in the fact that it was very late and she had jet lag. Their summer home was four time zones away. She could no longer comprehend his words after a while but she could still hear his voice loud and clear. 'Mmmm, I like this.' All of a sudden she felt the weight on the bed shift and she snapped opened her eyes.
"Why are you leaving?" She said dreamily. Vegeta looked away from her.
"I'm boring you so much I'm putting you to sleep." He stated in a cold tone. Bulma had an inward laugh. 'So that's what he thinks.'
"No it's not completely you. Sleeps putting me to sleep, you're just helping." She rolled over to be completely on her side. Vegeta tried to mute a growl of anger. 'That sounded better in here. Nice one Bulma!' She tried to think of away to fix this quickly. "Vegeta stay with me." 'There that outta fix it.'
"Why so I can put you to sleep?" He hissed.
"Mmmm hmm." She was barely able to stay awake. Bulma reached out a hand to him but he didn't respond. She became more awake at this and ran her answer through her mind. 'Oh God! Nice going moron!' She decided to give it one last try. "You make me feel so relaxed and I like it when you're near, I feel safe." Vegeta couldn't hide his surprised expression. 'Relaxed!? Safe!? She likes when I'm with her!? People all over the Universe fear me and I make her feel relaxed and safe!! Well at least I wasn't boring her, that would have been disgraceful.' Vegeta's mind kept rambling and Bulma slowly became aware of this.
"Vegeta?" He barely heard her say because of the combination of the AC kicking on and the fact that she had barely whispered. He looked down at her out stretched hand and noticed goose bumps on her arm. He proceeded to inspect the rest of her, which he found covered in them as well. 'They should really turn the AC off at night it is autumn after all.' He looked back at her hand and took it in his strong grip. To her great surprise he pulled her over to him. He bent a bit and picked her up and pressed her against the side of his chest. Automatically she put her legs around his waist, but he actually held her up fairly well with just one arm. One of her arms wrapped around his neck while she laid her head on the opposite shoulder and began to fall asleep again. Neither noticed her goose bumps disappear.
He walked around to the end of the bed and ripped the comforter off in one fluid motion, he then continued to her side. He pulled back the sheet and a light blanket and place her gently down. She didn't lie back at first and Vegeta was about to say something when she pulled the kimono off and tossed it to the ground beside him. Then she gracefully and lightly fell back onto the puffy pillow behind her, he pulled the covers up to her waist letting her decide weather to pull them any higher. Vegeta snuffed the candles and closed the sliding door. It was then he choose to leave. 'She's probably already asleep, she won't know if I'm here or not." He slowly crept to the door.
"Vegeta?" He heard her breathe. 'Blast!' Using his inhuman speed he got to the side of the bed.
"Hm?"
"I…" She whispered. "…thought you were…going to leave me." She sighed deeply. For some reason what she said sent a jolt of guilt up through Vegeta's throat to his brain.
"No woman, I'd never do that." He replied without thinking. 'What did you say that for idiot?!'
"Mmmmm." He heard her mutter. He smirked. 'Ok maybe she didn't hear you or maybe you'll luck out and she's so tired she won't remember tomorrow.' He mentally crossed his fingers. "Vegeta?"
"What?" He snapped though he didn't mean to.
"Just…" Long sigh. "…checking." He looked down at her. 'She's fighting through a heavy sleep to make sure I'm still here. Unbelievable.' He was beyond shocked. He heard her sigh again and try to whisper his name but she was slowly losing her battle. He couldn't take it anymore and moved to slide into her bed. He was about to act so weak but he just wanted to join her so badly instead of going back to his lonely room. Finally he put all of his thinking on hold and undressed himself down to his spandex shorts that he wore so often.
Usually when around the woman's mother Vegeta would throw on a tank top and maybe some loose drawstring pants; that woman annoyed him beyond belief. The clothing usually took away at least a few annoying comments from her unless for some reason she was using her brain that day then she'd say something like, "Oh Vegeta why are you so modest? This is your home too, that's what Bulma said. She should be coming home any minute." Or, "Hello dear, oh you don't have to do that. Bulma should be joining us." Then she'd wink after either comment.
He crawled in next to Bulma putting his hands behind his head on the plush pillow and took in a deep breath. Her scent had drifted his way, which led him to take in another deep breath to smell it again. He smiled to himself and felt the bed move. He looked over to her side to see her rolling over. Over to him that is, he started to panic. His breath caught when he felt a cool hand glide across his chest until it rested on his left breast. Then he felt two feminine breasts press against his right side followed by a soft cheek. Blue silken strands of hair clothed his upper arm. Smooth muscular legs found their way over to his, one going in between his. He swallowed hard, having her this close was driving his desire through the roof and it didn't help when she shuttered. Her harden nipples rubbed against his bare skin through the thin silk nightie with her every breath making the situation worse. Vegeta prayed for morning to come quickly so he could bolt and lock himself away, training. Like he wished morning came swiftly but Vegeta was still to tired to get up when the first morning's rays spilled into the room. After a moment he became well aware of his surroundings when something next to him stirred. Vegeta sat up with a start. "Mmmmmm." She turned over to face his side. "Not this early." Bulma reached out and grasped his lower bicep area. "It's to early." He smiled but didn't turn to show her.
"I have to train, woman." He turned his body and placed his feet on her luxurious carpet. The bed shifted behind him and he felt her chest press against his back. She swung one arm over his collarbone and hugged his upper chest area. Bulma's other arm slithered around his side, under his arm and encased his lower abdomen; her final touch was resting her chin on his shoulder. "If you stay I'll make you breakfast." Vegeta pondered this for a moment. 'Her mother can some what cook but Bulma is by far better.' His rational thinking diminished as her velvety pink lips whisked gracefully along his smooth supple skin. 'She feels so good.' His alertness faded back to the darken corners of his mind while lust and yearning started to awaken his primal instincts. 'Ah, idiot!! Leave now!' He was about to get up when she lightly kissed his shoulder; Vegeta froze. She did it again and again. "Well?"
"You luck out." He said emotionlessly. 'Weakling. You're attracted to this female. How pathetic.' His own mind mocked him for his weakness.
"Mmm good." She released him and sank back into the bed. The loss of her made Vegeta growl unconsciously but Bulma didn't take it for what it actually meant. She smirked at his back. "What was that?" She teased.
"Only because you cook well." He stated completely ignoring her question. For once Bulma was glad she had asked Chichi to give her cooking lessons. At first she had asked just to help Chichi forget about her missing husband but then Vegeta started to get cranky and unbearable. Her mother's cooking just wasn't hitting the spot and for a Saiyan to whine about food and to refuse to eat it…well then it just had to be terrible.
"Right." She breathed with a small grin. Vegeta retreated back and laid down next to her. He squinted and put his hand over his eyes to escape the blindness of the rising sun. Bulma took the same position she had last night but did not fall asleep this time. 'Mmm Yamcha never cuddled. Who would of thought Vegeta would? I didn't think food had that much power over him…or maybe he's just lonely.' She snuggled even closer and glanced up at him, little did she know his gears were turning as well. 'So this is why father insisted on teaching me about the female species. They actually have a good side to them. I always thought a mate would be a hassle but this isn't to bad I suppose.'
"Vegeta would you finish the story you had started when we had last been out by the pool?" He looked down at her from underneath his hand.
"You want to hear the ending?" He didn't bother to suppress his shock.
"Of course, you were getting to the juicy part of your story when we were interrupted. I've been wondering how it ends and frankly it's getting down right annoying." She wrinkled her nose up in frustration. Vegeta couldn't hold back a smile. "What?" Smoothing her face out and propping herself up on an elbow to look him in the face.
"Nothing. I'll continue the story." And he did; after she heard the end she just looked at him in amazement.
"You know when all things are considered you did have some good times in your life. That being one of them." He didn't respond and seemed to go into a daze. She could hear the wheels turning in his head and decided to put a stop to it since sadness was spreading across his features. "No more thinking Vegeta." She moved her supporting arm above his collarbone and blocked the sun from his face. She leaned forward and grasped his arm. "Vegeta?" She said rather loudly.
"Hmm?" He removed his hand from his eyes and placed it on his stomach. He blinked a couple of times to adjust his eyes then looked at her. "What makes you think I was thinking about anything?" She replied with a simple grin, which masked an evilness many had seen.
"Because I smelled something burning." She traced around the hand on his stomach with a finger from her free one.
"Hmph, that's breakfast obviously. Your mother is trying to cook again. Can't you prohibit her from going into the kitchen?" He stated, with an evil laugh following it.
"Oh you're horrible." She giggled and slapped his hand lightly.
"I know." He growled playfully and rolled them over pinning her beneath him.
"Well you see I tried but electric shock had no effect on her what so ever." She giggled a bit more. Vegeta couldn't help but laugh along with her. 'I bet I'll be the only one to ever see him smile and laugh out of happiness instead of evil. I'm so special.' She tried to hide her giddiness. Vegeta stopped laughing immediately and stared at Bulma. He bent his elbows slowly lowering himself, his instinct was to kiss her but his mind and pride were telling him to scram. She didn't give him a chance to decide; she moved her lips up to meet his and locked them. After a moment she released him and fell back to the pillow. Her breathing was a bit rasped and she moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. Vegeta lost it; he gave in and went down to capture her mouth. She was a tad thrown by his actions but hesitated for only a split second before she responded. He was quickly loosing control; he tore away from her lips gently to place softhearted kisses down her jaw line and traveled down her neck. He kissed his way across her clavicle and brushed the thin strap off her shoulder. He maneuvered down her chest and kissed the valley between her breasts. He was starting to expose more of the flesh when his brain and ego sounded one last warning siren. He stopped at once and jumped from the bed. He shook his head and looked around franticly.
"What am I doing!?" He ran his hand over his mouth to get rid of her taste.
"Vegeta?" She sat up looking at him and catching the falling strap as not to expose anymore of herself. He looked straight at her and swallowed hard at the sight of her lust filled eyes and flushed face. 'She would have let me!' He looked away quickly.
"I shouldn't be here." He went to her door leaving his things by her bed so he wouldn't have to go near her. She sprang from the bed and ran over to him.
"Why? You have every right to be here." She said seriously. He was stunned. 'What does she mean? Did she want something to happen? Has that fool of a mother brainwashed her into doing 'something' with me?' He didn't want to say the word that his body was screaming out for him to do.
Bulma closed in the gap between them and placed a butterfly kiss on his lips. At the feel of her Vegeta started to slip again, he pursued her retreating lips and gave her a soulful, passionate kiss that was thought to be impossible for the Prince. When he pulled back Bulma was left breathless and weak-kneed. She clutched his triceps and rested her head against his chest. Vegeta didn't give her a chance to recover and pulled her back from him and assaulted her lips again. Bulma wrapped her arms around his neck tightly as her knees began to give out on her. Before she knew it Vegeta picked her up and she straddled his hips. He turned around to press her back against a wall. Then all of a sudden he stopped again; he set her down on her wobbly feet and left her room in a flash.
Bulma threw on a one-piece bathing suit and a pair of blue jean carpis with hunter green silk trim at the bottom, which matched her suit. After brushing her hair she went to the Saiyan's room.
A/N: If you don't like my story don't be afraid to say so I don't get offended, trust me. So if you have a negative review then by all means submit it, all I ask is that you give a reason. It's just rude not to. Thanx.