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Hiya all! I'm sorry it took so long for this chapter to be posted...I hope I didn't discourage anyone from reading, and I hope you like the new chapter!
Chapter 6
It was noon, perhaps a little past..."Ah, who cares?" Vegeta said silently as he climbed the stairs to his room. Entering the room, he immediately crossed through the wall to Bulma's room. She was still sleeping peacefully; he noticed the small smile on her pristine face. It looked as if she were dreaming, and, unbidden, he wondered if she might have been dreaming about him. "Bah," he said to himself, turning away from the bed in which she lay and plopping into a chair across the room. "She's getting to me..." The timeless argument continued once again between his temples. "The Woman," he thought, "Bulma...she's weak...dependent...how could a proud Saiyan warrior like I even begin to have thoughts toward her? On the other side, she's no longer weak...or at least she won't be once I'm through with her..." Another unbidden sensation ran through him, almost foreign, though sweet and warm..."Weakness!" he thought immediately, refusing to acknowledge any emotion that resembled any type of dependence..."Kami, weakness..." he murmured again as his attention was drawn to the blue-haired woman, who had begun to squirm.
Forgetting his recent thoughts, he hurried to the side of her bed, and positioned himself at her bedside. Vegeta watched as Bulma twisted and made tiny sounds, stretching. Her face turned toward him, and her eyes began to flutter, and Vegeta...froze. "She's waking, Kami, she's waking..." his mind was a complete blank as he couldn't help staring into her face and the clear azure eyes that became unshielded and reflected his image back at him. Sleepily, Bulma lazily smiled at Vegeta's image in front of her face and sighed. Vegeta was struck dumb. His mouth fell slightly agape as his thoughts raced to find the right words to say...the right way to express what he felt at that moment,...or perhaps the right actions to hide them. Without success, Vegeta silently gaped as Bulma began to gain consciousness.
"Ah," Bulma sighed, stretching after her long rest. She felt completely revitalized, comfortable, and warm. She looked into Vegeta's face and smiled, assuming that portions of her dreams were still with her. She had many dreams, some happy, some sad, but the common theme was Vegeta's appearance, and although she couldn't be sure, she felt he was there to help her, to support her. "What a pleasant way to wake," she thought as she sat up fully, eyes closed once again, and stretched her arms high above her head. She stopped mid-stretch when she heard someone clearing their throat loudly from her side.
Vegeta watched as she stretched in silent, reverent appreciation of her full beauty. It wasn't simply a sexual attraction that held the Saiyan warrior fixed in his position, but simple aesthetic appreciation. She was the embodiment of beauty, the example of godliness...and here he was, Saiyan Prince, staring like a dirty voyeur. He cast his eyes down quickly and cleared his throat, so that the Woman would end her tempting position. He glanced up quickly and almost winced when he saw the shock and vehemence written across face. "Oh no," he thought, bracing himself.
"Vegeta!! What in Kami's name are you doing here??" Bulma roared like a lioness, fire flashing in her eyes. She noticed the Saiyan tremor quickly, then gain his composure and stand to his full height, staring down coldly at her, his gaze raking her length. She averted her eyes only to find that she was nude from the waist up. "Aaah!" Bulma shrieked, quickly grasping the sheet covers and holding them fiercely to her bosom. She shivered, embarrassed to have Vegeta staring down at her in such a cold stance..."At least he could show a little appreciation..." she thought quickly, as she waited for him to react. Finally, she could no longer stay silent. "What are you doing here?" she repeated in a trembling voice.
Vegeta shook his head. "Weak woman...bah. It seems you have a lot to learn."
"To learn? What do you mean?"
Vegeta contemplated what should be said next...until he noticed her tail, lazily hanging over the bed side. Vegeta smirked at her and, in an instant, he pulled the length of her tail out from under the covers and began to stroke it. "Perhaps you'd like to explain this..." he trailed off, as he noticed Bulma was oblivious to what he said. He smirked again.
Bulma screamed, or at least she thought she screamed...all she knew was some loud quake of pain then intense pleasure explode in her brain. She arched her back clearly off of the bed, forgetting to cover her nude form, as mind-blowing gratification took over her body. It seemed like an eternity before it ended, but it was actually only about five seconds, and Bulma collapsed on her bed, panting. She heard as Vegeta chuckled deeply in satisfaction, and she weakly grabbed her sheets to cover herself once again. "So, Woman," Vegeta boomed through her bliss-numbed mind, "how do you appreciate the benefits of a tail?" He smirked down at her.
Bulma tried to clear her mind..."A tail...what does he mean?" She squirmed under his gaze again, and found, much to her surprise, an added appendage, near the base of her spine...she could control it, much as another arm...
Vegeta watched as she held her tail up in front of her face in wonder, and secretly appreciated the moment. It was such a lovely sight, to watch her discover the wonders that were buried deep within herself...he would be around to watch her discover them all...Vegeta sighed inwardly, but kept the cold amused smirk on his face. "Now is not the time for weakness," he demanded of himself.
"I have a tail..." Bulma trailed off in wonder, oblivious to Vegeta's thoughts. She twisted the tail around, following it with her eyes. "Wow," she thought, "I have a tail...a real tail...my tail...?" Then it hit her. "Vegeta!" she shrieked, "how, in the name of Kami, do I have a tail?"
One question...first two paragraphs...did I get to wordy? I keep trying to convey Vegeta's deeper feelings, but I don't exactly like how...nice I'm making him...what do you think? Please read and review! Thanks!
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Hiya all! I'm sorry it took so long for this chapter to be posted...I hope I didn't discourage anyone from reading, and I hope you like the new chapter!
Chapter 6
It was noon, perhaps a little past..."Ah, who cares?" Vegeta said silently as he climbed the stairs to his room. Entering the room, he immediately crossed through the wall to Bulma's room. She was still sleeping peacefully; he noticed the small smile on her pristine face. It looked as if she were dreaming, and, unbidden, he wondered if she might have been dreaming about him. "Bah," he said to himself, turning away from the bed in which she lay and plopping into a chair across the room. "She's getting to me..." The timeless argument continued once again between his temples. "The Woman," he thought, "Bulma...she's weak...dependent...how could a proud Saiyan warrior like I even begin to have thoughts toward her? On the other side, she's no longer weak...or at least she won't be once I'm through with her..." Another unbidden sensation ran through him, almost foreign, though sweet and warm..."Weakness!" he thought immediately, refusing to acknowledge any emotion that resembled any type of dependence..."Kami, weakness..." he murmured again as his attention was drawn to the blue-haired woman, who had begun to squirm.
Forgetting his recent thoughts, he hurried to the side of her bed, and positioned himself at her bedside. Vegeta watched as Bulma twisted and made tiny sounds, stretching. Her face turned toward him, and her eyes began to flutter, and Vegeta...froze. "She's waking, Kami, she's waking..." his mind was a complete blank as he couldn't help staring into her face and the clear azure eyes that became unshielded and reflected his image back at him. Sleepily, Bulma lazily smiled at Vegeta's image in front of her face and sighed. Vegeta was struck dumb. His mouth fell slightly agape as his thoughts raced to find the right words to say...the right way to express what he felt at that moment,...or perhaps the right actions to hide them. Without success, Vegeta silently gaped as Bulma began to gain consciousness.
"Ah," Bulma sighed, stretching after her long rest. She felt completely revitalized, comfortable, and warm. She looked into Vegeta's face and smiled, assuming that portions of her dreams were still with her. She had many dreams, some happy, some sad, but the common theme was Vegeta's appearance, and although she couldn't be sure, she felt he was there to help her, to support her. "What a pleasant way to wake," she thought as she sat up fully, eyes closed once again, and stretched her arms high above her head. She stopped mid-stretch when she heard someone clearing their throat loudly from her side.
Vegeta watched as she stretched in silent, reverent appreciation of her full beauty. It wasn't simply a sexual attraction that held the Saiyan warrior fixed in his position, but simple aesthetic appreciation. She was the embodiment of beauty, the example of godliness...and here he was, Saiyan Prince, staring like a dirty voyeur. He cast his eyes down quickly and cleared his throat, so that the Woman would end her tempting position. He glanced up quickly and almost winced when he saw the shock and vehemence written across face. "Oh no," he thought, bracing himself.
"Vegeta!! What in Kami's name are you doing here??" Bulma roared like a lioness, fire flashing in her eyes. She noticed the Saiyan tremor quickly, then gain his composure and stand to his full height, staring down coldly at her, his gaze raking her length. She averted her eyes only to find that she was nude from the waist up. "Aaah!" Bulma shrieked, quickly grasping the sheet covers and holding them fiercely to her bosom. She shivered, embarrassed to have Vegeta staring down at her in such a cold stance..."At least he could show a little appreciation..." she thought quickly, as she waited for him to react. Finally, she could no longer stay silent. "What are you doing here?" she repeated in a trembling voice.
Vegeta shook his head. "Weak woman...bah. It seems you have a lot to learn."
"To learn? What do you mean?"
Vegeta contemplated what should be said next...until he noticed her tail, lazily hanging over the bed side. Vegeta smirked at her and, in an instant, he pulled the length of her tail out from under the covers and began to stroke it. "Perhaps you'd like to explain this..." he trailed off, as he noticed Bulma was oblivious to what he said. He smirked again.
Bulma screamed, or at least she thought she screamed...all she knew was some loud quake of pain then intense pleasure explode in her brain. She arched her back clearly off of the bed, forgetting to cover her nude form, as mind-blowing gratification took over her body. It seemed like an eternity before it ended, but it was actually only about five seconds, and Bulma collapsed on her bed, panting. She heard as Vegeta chuckled deeply in satisfaction, and she weakly grabbed her sheets to cover herself once again. "So, Woman," Vegeta boomed through her bliss-numbed mind, "how do you appreciate the benefits of a tail?" He smirked down at her.
Bulma tried to clear her mind..."A tail...what does he mean?" She squirmed under his gaze again, and found, much to her surprise, an added appendage, near the base of her spine...she could control it, much as another arm...
Vegeta watched as she held her tail up in front of her face in wonder, and secretly appreciated the moment. It was such a lovely sight, to watch her discover the wonders that were buried deep within herself...he would be around to watch her discover them all...Vegeta sighed inwardly, but kept the cold amused smirk on his face. "Now is not the time for weakness," he demanded of himself.
"I have a tail..." Bulma trailed off in wonder, oblivious to Vegeta's thoughts. She twisted the tail around, following it with her eyes. "Wow," she thought, "I have a tail...a real tail...my tail...?" Then it hit her. "Vegeta!" she shrieked, "how, in the name of Kami, do I have a tail?"
One question...first two paragraphs...did I get to wordy? I keep trying to convey Vegeta's deeper feelings, but I don't exactly like how...nice I'm making him...what do you think? Please read and review! Thanks!
P.S. - Join the mailing list! Send requests to songbird333@adelphia.net.