Mystery Years
~ Chapter Eight ~
[Moments later.]
Vegeta hopped into the shower for a nice long hot cleansing to try and wash away his distractions that had been clouding his mind. It didn't work to say the least it actually made things worse. Vegeta ended up thinking even more about her and less about his training. After he was dressed he still didn't feel like training, which was extremely rare, so he decided to let the woman fuss. 'Maybe she's right, maybe there is something wrong with me.' Vegeta crossed from his room to her's and just barged right in, this time her room was empty however. "What?" He looked about wildly. 'I know she's…' Vegeta's nose picked up a familiar scent. 'I knew it.' He walked to Bulma's bathroom and peered in around the corner. "What?! This is ridiculous, where could she be?"
"Right behind you." Bulma's soft hand grasped onto one of Vegeta's shoulders as she spoke. Surprisingly Bulma scared him and made him jump. "Wow." She retracted her hand. "You were the last person…never thought I'd be able to startle you." She giggled a bit but was nice about it and stopped quickly. This shocked Vegeta even more. 'She always takes great pleasure in these kind of moments. What's wrong with her? Agh, you came here for a reason, remember?'
"Vegeta?" She asked, looking him over. "Anybody still in there?"
"Woman?" He stated without paying any attention to her earlier comments.
"Hm?" She replied walking into the bathroom. Vegeta got a little annoyed with her but followed without complaint.
"I think you may have been right. Maybe there is something wrong with me. No doubt I got it from one of this planet's inferior beings."
"Why do you say that?" She inquired seeming or choosing not to notice the last bit of his explanation.
"Because look at this race. I mean-"
"I meant why do you think there's something wrong with you?" Her tone never dropping hints that he might be irritating her.
"Oh. I've lost my drive to train." The next sound made was glass shattering as it hit the floor. Bulma had dropped the tumbler of water she had been holding.
"Excuse me? Wait. Wha-what?" She ran over to him and stared him straight in the eyes.
"I've-"
"I know, I know." She elevated a hand to feel his face for a raised temperature or anything else that might indicate illness.
"Then why did you ask? Twice." He started to back out of her reach, not liking the way his body was reacting. "What are you doing?"
"Checking to see if you have a temperature."
"Of course I have a temperature idiot." This time he grabbed the moving hand and held it in between their chests. "I'm not dead."
"I meant fever." She tried pulling her hand free from his grasp but he didn't let go.
"Well do I?"
"No. Vegeta there doesn't seem to be a thing wrong with you. Your eyes are a little blood shot but not nearly enough to suggest exhaustion or anything close. Maybe it's just a mental thing." She attempted again to free her hand but he wouldn't have it and tightened his grip.
"What do you mean mental?" A hint of anger in his voice.
"Maybe you're lacking the concentration…or maybe you're just not interested." She chuckled at the last bit. 'Yeah right, Vegeta not being interested that was a good one Bulma.' Vegeta also retreated into his mind but was quickly pulled back out. "Don't worry, Vegeta. Goku's lost interest in training before and see how much that hurt his skills. If anything this could be a good thing." With his mind in chaos Bulma took the opportunity to free her hand. She slipped past him and back into her room.
"What do you mean a good thing?" He quickly joined her.
"Take a break. Go on a vacation. At least explore the planet since you'll be living here."
"Why would I want to do that?" He crossed his arms and started to brood.
"To know your bearings no matter where you are and besides there are different cultures on this planet, you should familiarize yourself with their living styles and beliefs. You just might learn something. Goku did." Bulma couldn't believe what she was saying. 'That was a pathetic reason!'
"Reaching there were we?" He dropped his arms and advanced towards her. "I'm beginning to think you just want me gone even though I just got back." He smirked.
"No!" Bulma slapped herself mentally for sounding so eager to disagree. "No of course not." She replied sarcastically and copied his smirk.
"I'm hurt." He snickered and placed his hands over his heart and tried to make a sad face.
"Yeah I bet." She turned away from him to pull out her drawer of undergarments. She needed to dress because she just knew he'd be hungry soon and he'd begin yelling but she was glad she had taken a soothing bath. She had been out on her balcony when Vegeta had rudely entered her quarters so she was dressed in no more then her black robe.
"Grrrrr." She heard him growl then felt his arms wrap around her and lift her up. He swung around and threw her on the bed.
"Vegeta you animal. What do you think you're doing?" She asked between laughs.
"What can I say you scare the beast in me away."
"But that still doesn't explain you're behavior." He pounced on her.
"I said you scared the beast but not the playful animal."
"Hm I didn't know you could be anything but. You always seem to pride yourself on the beast. By the way what playful animal has come out to play in place of the beast that I apparently scare away?"
"It's a secret." He teased.
"Aw geez not another one of those." She rolled her eyes up and sighed.
"Yes but that's why you like me, I'm oh what did that mother of yours call it? Oh yeah. I'm the dark handsome mysterious bad boy that every girl dreams of."
"No…well yes that's got a little to do with it but-"
"See." He rolled over and sat up.
"But that's just the tip of the iceberg." He looked back at her. 'Man does this boy have trust issues.' She returned his look. "There's much more about you that I like then just that. You're brave and stand your ground even when the odds are stack against you. You-"
"You just described every Saiyan, even Kakorotto." He crossed his arms, looked to the side and grunted. Bulma sat up to place her arm across his shoulders and use her other hand to try and steer his face back in her direction, which turned out to be impossible.
"Yeah and look I'm best friends with him." Vegeta growled. "But you're also different from him. You're-"
"Weaker." He scrunched up his face in anger.
"Would you let me finish for once?" She lightly slapped his face with each word she spoke. Vegeta simply growled when she stopped. "Goku's a simple minded person which makes him hard to talk to some times. They all are. It's nice to be able to have a conversation with some one and not receive a blank stare." She seemed to start talking more to herself then him. "Plus you can come up with some really great ideas. Not to mention you don't take everything personally like some people I know. You also-" Vegeta reached over, placed a hand on her cheek and pulled her face to his for a deep passionate kiss. He lowered her back down and laid on top of her.
"You talk way too much." He panted, lifting himself up and to sit back but Bulma suddenly came after him. She found his lips and returned the kiss he had bestowed upon her moments before. When she finally released him due to lack of air she stared him straight in the eyes to get his reaction. He was stunned to say the least. So she decided to take a chance still keeping in mind the first four tries. 'Three times almost and once bombed. Right here goes.'
This time she slowly rose to meet his lips. The second kiss played out slowly and tenderly with great emotion from both parties. And when it ended it left them wanting more.
"Oh oh…no no-no." Vegeta huffed crazily getting off the bed.
"For god sakes!" Bulma said a bit angrily. She got to her knees on the bed and hopped on him. Vegeta didn't move he just stood there looking at her slightly flushed face. She leaned in and gave him a sweet feathery kiss. At her touch Vegeta could feel parts of him starting to react to her again.
"Why are you doing this?" He almost whined but was able to cover it with enough confusion she didn't catch it.
"Cuz I want it and I know you feel the same way." She nipped his noise. 'Never thought him to be a doubter…then again have relations with a female…well he probably didn't…care about…jeepers he's a tough nut to crack. Frieza really messed with his psyche, I'm surprised he knows which way is up anymore. Poor guy.' Bulma mentally shook her head. 'Oh boy, if he ever found out you pitied him he'd kill you for sure. Careful girl.'
"Got your gears turning do you?"
"Don't I always?" She smirked.
"I suppose." Bulma bent in for another kiss but Vegeta backed away.
"Vegeta." She growled. "I know you want this, give in already."
"Hmp. I don't know what gave you that idea but you're wrong." He said harshly.
"Oh is that right?" Bulma grinded against him and got a lustful purr in return.
"Woman." He hissed.
"Feels to me like you-' He cut her off again with one of his soul shattering kisses. Turning around he fell onto her bed and rolled them over. A very flushed, very winded Bulma laid beneath him awaiting his next move, to her surprise it was to the knot of her robe. Happy and satisfied with the fact that he wasn't going to run away again, she reached down to his pants and pulled out his tank's hem. By then Vegeta had the knot undone and was starting to explore the vast region known as Bulma's stomach and chest. Smooth milky skin was caressed ever so gently until his hands were forced to leave the premises because Bulma wanted to do the same to him but first the tank had to go.
The pile of clothing grew as the heat pressed on. Finally they reached the stage of conjoining, Bulma wasn't to sure she could handle it. Vegeta had brought her so much pleasure already she wasn't sure she could withstand anymore. Never had a man done so much for her. But then she felt his adoring hand brush away a stray hair from her face. It was then that another craving consumed her and all thoughts of not wanting more went nonexistent for a moment. She started listening to her heart and came to the conclusion that he had satisfied her physically but her soul was still crying out for love and tranquility. She started to feel him take his comfort in her and thought to herself last chance but her craving became stronger with each touch. When fully in, Bulma experienced a whole new level of emotion and pleasure. She was in a place where she could have sold her soul to the destroyer, but would he have her was the question she'd need to answer later. Right now all she wanted to do was feel the three beats of life, their beating hearts and the rhythmic dance of love and pleasure. Consequences be damned.