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Tis a long chapter, but that's because it's over due...get's a little steamy at the end...hope you like it.
Chapter 12
Vegeta laid on his back for a few seconds then sat up and looked at Bulma. She couldn't help the smirk that crossed her lips, and it looked, for once, that positions had changed. Bulma was smirking at Vegeta's folly. Bulma was alert, ready for whatever Vegeta's reaction might be. "Damn, he's sure taking his time!" she thought, her body tense, ready to react. She searched his face for signs of what he was thinking in vain. "He's too controlled for that," she told herself. She watched him as he stared at the floor, his face completely void of whatever he might be thinking, and it unnerved Bulma. "What's he doing?"
Vegeta stared at the floor...he couldn't believe it, nor could he decide how to react next. He'd been caught in the worst of traps, a trap he'd not been prepared for. Never had he imagined Bulma would kiss him...or at least not in the heat of battle. He was angry with her for besting him for the moment, but he was also proud of her. She used her head...and her strength. Strategy...she'd found his weakness. "Weakness!" he scoffed inwardly at himself. "Kami, what has she done to me?" He stood up as if he'd never been hit. He checked the clock on the side of the chamber, saw that it was 6 o'clock pm, and said blankly, "Go prepare dinner, Bulma."
When he began to rise, Bulma tensed even more, prepared for his attack. She heard his voice bounce off the chamber walls, but only relaxed as he turned her back toward her. She stood up straight and cocked her head in confusion. "What was this?" she thought to herself, "He's not going to do anything?" She realized how lucky she was...he could kill her for a move like that...in reflection, she figured the first thing he would do was either lecture her on her poor form, or kill her for knocking him down. There were a number of reactions that Bulma predicted in her mind, but Vegeta's placidity surprised her most. She realized that she better go quickly before he changed his mind. Vegeta then began to turn his back, and with a bit of fright, she turned and flew towards the house.
Vegeta watched as she flitted off the ground hastily. "Good," he thought, "I wouldn't know what to say to her..." He couldn't tell her anything, because he didn't even know himself. "Damn, it's too hot in here..." Vegeta said aloud, and decided to fly to Goku's. It would give him time to figure out what was happening.
The wind hit his face as Vegeta sliced through the air, just below the clouds. It was cooler up there, refreshing. It cleared his mind and, as he flew, he recounted the sparring lesson. "She's learned much in a short time...her ki blasts, though weak, were frequent...a sign of her control..." Vegeta snorted at his word choice. "Control...her damn bloody control!" In frustration, Vegeta bellowed his confusion into the air, powering up to Super-Saiyan strength and flying at frightening speeds to his destination. He wanted to beat something up...badly. As Goku's residence came into view, he stormed toward the front door and pounded into the ground, causing sound to echo through the vicinity. "Kakarott!!" Vegeta yelled in a demanding voice.
Goku peaked out the front door. "Oh, Hi Vegeta!" he said in his cheerful tone. "What's up?" Vegeta furrowed his brows angrily and said in a low and gruff voice, "I need to fight...now." He looked to the left, his jaw clenched. "Now?" Goku said, "Okay, just give me a few—" Vegeta grabbed Goku by the front of his shirt and powered up a ki ball with his other hand. "I said NOW, baka!" "Okay, okay! We'll go now!" Goku replied hastily. They chose a deserted area to fight in and touched ground lightly. "Okay, Vegeta, how do you wanna—AH!!" Vegeta had charged straight for Goku's gut, slamming Goku with all of his strength and aggravation. Goku doubled over and said, "Man, Vegeta! What's gotten into you?" "Hit me! Kami, damn you, fight!" Vegeta yelled in reply, and the two fought till sunset.
Finally, Vegeta held up his hand and sat down. Goku followed, being bruised and tattered after taking the brunt of Vegeta's aggression. Vegeta was sweating from his effort, but he remained untouched. "Uh..." gasped Goku, "Vegeta? Mind telling me what in Kami that was all about?" Vegeta looked at Goku with his eyes narrowed. He opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the sound of approaching people. "Oh look," Vegeta said, "the green and the bald have come to observe." Piccolo and Krillin touched ground a few feet in front of Goku and Vegeta. "What's happening?" Piccolo demanded in a low voice. "What do you mean?" Goku answered. "Do you mean you haven't felt the huge ki that was coming from here?" Krillin asked. Goku and Vegeta's Super Saiyan aura had faded since they stopped. "Aww, that was nothing...Vegeta and I were just sparring."
"Sparring?" Piccolo gaped. "Sparring??" Krillin echoed. "For sparring, you guys got pretty tough!" "Yeah, I know!" Goku replied, glancing at Vegeta. Vegeta kept his mouth closed and stared straight ahead. "What's up with him?" Krillin asked, cocking his head in Vegeta's direction. "I don't know yet..." Goku answered, shrugging. "I don't know if he'll tell me either. We just—"
Suddenly, the four of them felt a mammoth jump in ki from the direction of Bulma's house. It was huge. "Did you feel THAT??" Krillin asked. "Yes, I did...I've never felt that ki before, although it seems familiar..." Goku replied. Piccolo eyebrows furrowed, and he said, "There's another Saiyan on this planet...only a Saiyan has that kind of ki capabilities...this can't be good." With that, he flew up and off in the direction it came from. "Wait up, Piccolo!" Goku said as he and Krillin followed. "Vegeta, aren't you coming?" Goku called back, stopping momentarily. Vegeta literally cringed, not knowing what to say. "We could use all the help we can get!" Goku called, then flew after the others. "I wonder what she'll tell them...there's no way we can keep this secret now..." Vegeta thought. "It would be cruel for me to let them interrogate her alone. Humph...maybe I should." Vegeta stood up and crossed his arms. It was amazing that the others hadn't felt Bulma's ki and come sooner. Now they were in for a big surprise..."I don't want to miss that one..." So, loosing the debate in his head, Vegeta flew steadily back to the Brief's house.
As he walked through the front door, he heard the two men and the Namek in the kitchen, and he assumed that's where the woman would also be. As he entered the room, he looked around to see what had happened. Bulma was sitting at the kitchen table with her arms crossed over her chest and a scowl on her face, an image that mirrored Vegeta's. Her eyes met his for a moment, and he sensed her refusal to explain what happened. He looked away and finally saw the stove, or at least the place where the stove should have been. In its place were black scorched chunks of metal and machinery. The stove was in pieces, completely destroyed by what Vegeta guessed to be a ki beam. He looked at Bulma again, and in her eyes, he could see that she knew that he had guessed what had happened. "So much for her damned control," Vegeta thought and threw back his head in laughter.
Bulma's face tightened angrily. That was just what she needed. Icing on the cake. First the damned stove wouldn't work, then she'd lost control and blew it up, and now, she had her three friends standing in the kitchen, lost, and Vegeta mocking her. She clenched her teeth together and tensed all of her muscles.
Goku, Krillin, and Piccolo stood, bemused. "Uh," Goku said, finally speaking, "what's going on?" Vegeta's laughter calmed to a mocking chuckle as he replied, "Well, Goku, how can I explain this to your understanding." "Kami, Vegeta, just say it!" Krillin interjected. Vegeta smirked and said, "Fine. Bulma is Saiyan," and he crossed his arms and watched three jaws drop to the floor. Bulma simply dropped her gaze to the floor, feeling to stubborn to explain. When the guys finally closed their mouths, the tidal of questions came pouring forth, and Vegeta answered, causally leaning against the wall. Bulma continued to sulk in her chair. When they had finally run out of questions, Krillin, Piccolo, and Goku stared at each other, trying to digest what a new Saiyan would mean..."You mean she can fight? Just like us?" Krillin said. "Yes, she can fight. I trained her myself." Goku noticed Vegeta's chin lift with a hint of pride. "Hmm..." Goku thought to himself, "there maybe something there..." Krillin broke his thoughts with another question. "You mean she—"
"Kami, you guys! I'm right here! I can answer my own questions!" Bulma erupted, getting tired of being ignored. Vegeta smirked and took the open opportunity. "You wish to answer your own questions, right? Fine. Would you mind telling what happened to the stove?" Bulma's angry blush covered her cheeks involuntarily. "I was making dinner when the burner wouldn't turn on...and I got angry and blasted the damn thing." It was everybody's turn to laugh this time, except for Bulma, who felt like a complete fool, especially in front of Vegeta. "I should have more control than that..." she thought to herself angrily. Even Piccolo laughed at her...Bulma slouched lower in her chair. "Well, it's been fun, guys, but I got to get home to Chi Chi," Goku said, and the others agreed that they had to leave. "Bulma," Goku called from outside, "stay away from the kitchen for awhile, okay?" The others left, laughing as they flew in their own directions. Vegeta stood, arms crossed, and a smirk on his lips. Bulma pouted angrily like a child.
"I know you can fix it, or make a new one," Vegeta said, "but you might want to consider breaking something that has little value." He scoffed and continued, "You'd think after almost three weeks of training, a Saiyan of your power would have a little more control than to destroy a common human household appliance." "Control?!?" Bulma exclaimed, "Wasn't it you who lost control this afternoon?" throwing her recent small victory back at him. "My lack of control? I call it your lack of skill. I've taught you enough that you shouldn't have to consort to tricks to win your matches. For you, it's a lack of focus and strength. You are still weak." Bulma frowned again, knowing it was true. "And as for control," Vegeta continued, with a gleam in his eye, "I'll bet that your,...shall we say, trickery?...wasn't only for the purpose of victory. You don't hide your reactions as well as you think you do." Vegeta smirked as he watched a rose blush flush her face. Bulma clenched her fists and said, "What are you talking about? That I kissed you some other reason than to exploit you? You are crazy." With that Bulma turned to leave, her tail flicking as she walked out of the room. On instinct, Vegeta made a grab for it.
Bulma froze as pleasure sluiced through her body, and she arched her back instinctually. "I'll show you how crazy I am," Vegeta said in a low murmur as he kissed her neck sensually while stroking the end of her tail in smooth, fluid caresses. Bulma closed her eyes and saw a spectrum of delight flash before her. Her senses immediately became heightened and her knees would have buckled, had Vegeta not caught her before she slumped to the floor. Vegeta skimmed his lips over her own, and at her gasp, he whispered against them, "Who's crazy now?" With that, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply. Bulma couldn't help but cling around his neck and return his kiss with a fervor she'd never known before. Sure, she'd kissed other guys before...she'd kissed Yamcha, hadn't she? But no one ever kissed her like Vegeta was kissing her now. It felt like he was caressing her soul, and it made her want to share more with him, so much more...
Bulma felt the floor beneath her feet, but in her mind she was floating...and she didn't feel Vegeta's hands as they slipped down her body, stopping at her waist. She also didn't feel the wall behind her as Vegeta leaned her against it...but she did feel Vegeta stop his kiss abruptly. She opened her eyes with a start to see a smirk creep across Vegeta's sensual lips. "Next time you want to give a lecture on control, make sure you have your own in check." With that, Vegeta chuckled and let her go, leaving Bulma leaning against the wall, out of breath and frustrated with defeat.
How do you like that? Veggie got his revenge...and we definatly know that the sparks are flying...just depends on which one is going to start the flame...yeah, I think the lemon is inevitable. I'm sappy, though, so it'll probably end up sounding like a romance novel...hope nobody minds...I'm not sure...I never wrote one before...so we'll see.
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Tis a long chapter, but that's because it's over due...get's a little steamy at the end...hope you like it.
Chapter 12
Vegeta laid on his back for a few seconds then sat up and looked at Bulma. She couldn't help the smirk that crossed her lips, and it looked, for once, that positions had changed. Bulma was smirking at Vegeta's folly. Bulma was alert, ready for whatever Vegeta's reaction might be. "Damn, he's sure taking his time!" she thought, her body tense, ready to react. She searched his face for signs of what he was thinking in vain. "He's too controlled for that," she told herself. She watched him as he stared at the floor, his face completely void of whatever he might be thinking, and it unnerved Bulma. "What's he doing?"
Vegeta stared at the floor...he couldn't believe it, nor could he decide how to react next. He'd been caught in the worst of traps, a trap he'd not been prepared for. Never had he imagined Bulma would kiss him...or at least not in the heat of battle. He was angry with her for besting him for the moment, but he was also proud of her. She used her head...and her strength. Strategy...she'd found his weakness. "Weakness!" he scoffed inwardly at himself. "Kami, what has she done to me?" He stood up as if he'd never been hit. He checked the clock on the side of the chamber, saw that it was 6 o'clock pm, and said blankly, "Go prepare dinner, Bulma."
When he began to rise, Bulma tensed even more, prepared for his attack. She heard his voice bounce off the chamber walls, but only relaxed as he turned her back toward her. She stood up straight and cocked her head in confusion. "What was this?" she thought to herself, "He's not going to do anything?" She realized how lucky she was...he could kill her for a move like that...in reflection, she figured the first thing he would do was either lecture her on her poor form, or kill her for knocking him down. There were a number of reactions that Bulma predicted in her mind, but Vegeta's placidity surprised her most. She realized that she better go quickly before he changed his mind. Vegeta then began to turn his back, and with a bit of fright, she turned and flew towards the house.
Vegeta watched as she flitted off the ground hastily. "Good," he thought, "I wouldn't know what to say to her..." He couldn't tell her anything, because he didn't even know himself. "Damn, it's too hot in here..." Vegeta said aloud, and decided to fly to Goku's. It would give him time to figure out what was happening.
The wind hit his face as Vegeta sliced through the air, just below the clouds. It was cooler up there, refreshing. It cleared his mind and, as he flew, he recounted the sparring lesson. "She's learned much in a short time...her ki blasts, though weak, were frequent...a sign of her control..." Vegeta snorted at his word choice. "Control...her damn bloody control!" In frustration, Vegeta bellowed his confusion into the air, powering up to Super-Saiyan strength and flying at frightening speeds to his destination. He wanted to beat something up...badly. As Goku's residence came into view, he stormed toward the front door and pounded into the ground, causing sound to echo through the vicinity. "Kakarott!!" Vegeta yelled in a demanding voice.
Goku peaked out the front door. "Oh, Hi Vegeta!" he said in his cheerful tone. "What's up?" Vegeta furrowed his brows angrily and said in a low and gruff voice, "I need to fight...now." He looked to the left, his jaw clenched. "Now?" Goku said, "Okay, just give me a few—" Vegeta grabbed Goku by the front of his shirt and powered up a ki ball with his other hand. "I said NOW, baka!" "Okay, okay! We'll go now!" Goku replied hastily. They chose a deserted area to fight in and touched ground lightly. "Okay, Vegeta, how do you wanna—AH!!" Vegeta had charged straight for Goku's gut, slamming Goku with all of his strength and aggravation. Goku doubled over and said, "Man, Vegeta! What's gotten into you?" "Hit me! Kami, damn you, fight!" Vegeta yelled in reply, and the two fought till sunset.
Finally, Vegeta held up his hand and sat down. Goku followed, being bruised and tattered after taking the brunt of Vegeta's aggression. Vegeta was sweating from his effort, but he remained untouched. "Uh..." gasped Goku, "Vegeta? Mind telling me what in Kami that was all about?" Vegeta looked at Goku with his eyes narrowed. He opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the sound of approaching people. "Oh look," Vegeta said, "the green and the bald have come to observe." Piccolo and Krillin touched ground a few feet in front of Goku and Vegeta. "What's happening?" Piccolo demanded in a low voice. "What do you mean?" Goku answered. "Do you mean you haven't felt the huge ki that was coming from here?" Krillin asked. Goku and Vegeta's Super Saiyan aura had faded since they stopped. "Aww, that was nothing...Vegeta and I were just sparring."
"Sparring?" Piccolo gaped. "Sparring??" Krillin echoed. "For sparring, you guys got pretty tough!" "Yeah, I know!" Goku replied, glancing at Vegeta. Vegeta kept his mouth closed and stared straight ahead. "What's up with him?" Krillin asked, cocking his head in Vegeta's direction. "I don't know yet..." Goku answered, shrugging. "I don't know if he'll tell me either. We just—"
Suddenly, the four of them felt a mammoth jump in ki from the direction of Bulma's house. It was huge. "Did you feel THAT??" Krillin asked. "Yes, I did...I've never felt that ki before, although it seems familiar..." Goku replied. Piccolo eyebrows furrowed, and he said, "There's another Saiyan on this planet...only a Saiyan has that kind of ki capabilities...this can't be good." With that, he flew up and off in the direction it came from. "Wait up, Piccolo!" Goku said as he and Krillin followed. "Vegeta, aren't you coming?" Goku called back, stopping momentarily. Vegeta literally cringed, not knowing what to say. "We could use all the help we can get!" Goku called, then flew after the others. "I wonder what she'll tell them...there's no way we can keep this secret now..." Vegeta thought. "It would be cruel for me to let them interrogate her alone. Humph...maybe I should." Vegeta stood up and crossed his arms. It was amazing that the others hadn't felt Bulma's ki and come sooner. Now they were in for a big surprise..."I don't want to miss that one..." So, loosing the debate in his head, Vegeta flew steadily back to the Brief's house.
As he walked through the front door, he heard the two men and the Namek in the kitchen, and he assumed that's where the woman would also be. As he entered the room, he looked around to see what had happened. Bulma was sitting at the kitchen table with her arms crossed over her chest and a scowl on her face, an image that mirrored Vegeta's. Her eyes met his for a moment, and he sensed her refusal to explain what happened. He looked away and finally saw the stove, or at least the place where the stove should have been. In its place were black scorched chunks of metal and machinery. The stove was in pieces, completely destroyed by what Vegeta guessed to be a ki beam. He looked at Bulma again, and in her eyes, he could see that she knew that he had guessed what had happened. "So much for her damned control," Vegeta thought and threw back his head in laughter.
Bulma's face tightened angrily. That was just what she needed. Icing on the cake. First the damned stove wouldn't work, then she'd lost control and blew it up, and now, she had her three friends standing in the kitchen, lost, and Vegeta mocking her. She clenched her teeth together and tensed all of her muscles.
Goku, Krillin, and Piccolo stood, bemused. "Uh," Goku said, finally speaking, "what's going on?" Vegeta's laughter calmed to a mocking chuckle as he replied, "Well, Goku, how can I explain this to your understanding." "Kami, Vegeta, just say it!" Krillin interjected. Vegeta smirked and said, "Fine. Bulma is Saiyan," and he crossed his arms and watched three jaws drop to the floor. Bulma simply dropped her gaze to the floor, feeling to stubborn to explain. When the guys finally closed their mouths, the tidal of questions came pouring forth, and Vegeta answered, causally leaning against the wall. Bulma continued to sulk in her chair. When they had finally run out of questions, Krillin, Piccolo, and Goku stared at each other, trying to digest what a new Saiyan would mean..."You mean she can fight? Just like us?" Krillin said. "Yes, she can fight. I trained her myself." Goku noticed Vegeta's chin lift with a hint of pride. "Hmm..." Goku thought to himself, "there maybe something there..." Krillin broke his thoughts with another question. "You mean she—"
"Kami, you guys! I'm right here! I can answer my own questions!" Bulma erupted, getting tired of being ignored. Vegeta smirked and took the open opportunity. "You wish to answer your own questions, right? Fine. Would you mind telling what happened to the stove?" Bulma's angry blush covered her cheeks involuntarily. "I was making dinner when the burner wouldn't turn on...and I got angry and blasted the damn thing." It was everybody's turn to laugh this time, except for Bulma, who felt like a complete fool, especially in front of Vegeta. "I should have more control than that..." she thought to herself angrily. Even Piccolo laughed at her...Bulma slouched lower in her chair. "Well, it's been fun, guys, but I got to get home to Chi Chi," Goku said, and the others agreed that they had to leave. "Bulma," Goku called from outside, "stay away from the kitchen for awhile, okay?" The others left, laughing as they flew in their own directions. Vegeta stood, arms crossed, and a smirk on his lips. Bulma pouted angrily like a child.
"I know you can fix it, or make a new one," Vegeta said, "but you might want to consider breaking something that has little value." He scoffed and continued, "You'd think after almost three weeks of training, a Saiyan of your power would have a little more control than to destroy a common human household appliance." "Control?!?" Bulma exclaimed, "Wasn't it you who lost control this afternoon?" throwing her recent small victory back at him. "My lack of control? I call it your lack of skill. I've taught you enough that you shouldn't have to consort to tricks to win your matches. For you, it's a lack of focus and strength. You are still weak." Bulma frowned again, knowing it was true. "And as for control," Vegeta continued, with a gleam in his eye, "I'll bet that your,...shall we say, trickery?...wasn't only for the purpose of victory. You don't hide your reactions as well as you think you do." Vegeta smirked as he watched a rose blush flush her face. Bulma clenched her fists and said, "What are you talking about? That I kissed you some other reason than to exploit you? You are crazy." With that Bulma turned to leave, her tail flicking as she walked out of the room. On instinct, Vegeta made a grab for it.
Bulma froze as pleasure sluiced through her body, and she arched her back instinctually. "I'll show you how crazy I am," Vegeta said in a low murmur as he kissed her neck sensually while stroking the end of her tail in smooth, fluid caresses. Bulma closed her eyes and saw a spectrum of delight flash before her. Her senses immediately became heightened and her knees would have buckled, had Vegeta not caught her before she slumped to the floor. Vegeta skimmed his lips over her own, and at her gasp, he whispered against them, "Who's crazy now?" With that, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply. Bulma couldn't help but cling around his neck and return his kiss with a fervor she'd never known before. Sure, she'd kissed other guys before...she'd kissed Yamcha, hadn't she? But no one ever kissed her like Vegeta was kissing her now. It felt like he was caressing her soul, and it made her want to share more with him, so much more...
Bulma felt the floor beneath her feet, but in her mind she was floating...and she didn't feel Vegeta's hands as they slipped down her body, stopping at her waist. She also didn't feel the wall behind her as Vegeta leaned her against it...but she did feel Vegeta stop his kiss abruptly. She opened her eyes with a start to see a smirk creep across Vegeta's sensual lips. "Next time you want to give a lecture on control, make sure you have your own in check." With that, Vegeta chuckled and let her go, leaving Bulma leaning against the wall, out of breath and frustrated with defeat.
How do you like that? Veggie got his revenge...and we definatly know that the sparks are flying...just depends on which one is going to start the flame...yeah, I think the lemon is inevitable. I'm sappy, though, so it'll probably end up sounding like a romance novel...hope nobody minds...I'm not sure...I never wrote one before...so we'll see.
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