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Hey there...I've finally realized how different I am, because in this chapter, I show my true nature. I'm flowery,...I'm a romantic. Through and through. I apologize if this isn't leading to the hardcore lemon that you'd expect, but I gotta write this first one for me. I hope you'll like it, but if you don't, ah well...it's going this way anyway. I don't know what anyone expects, so I'll write what I expect.
Chapter 13
"Ooh, yes..." she shuddered as Vegeta ran his fingers over her silken skin. The azure hair slipped from around her face, leaving her neck bare and glistening in the moonlight, and Vegeta could not resist the temptation of tasting. His lips glided along the white column of her neck, kissing softly and whispering of the desire that fired his eyes and his heart. He heard Bulma whimper as she arched her back, growing closer, trying to become one with him. As he kissed her skin, she clung to his body, her fingernails digging into his back, the passion so intense. Rather than deter him, the miniscule pain he felt only drove his pleasure higher, building a tidal effect within him that he had never felt before. The sensation of her smooth skin brushing against his own, the feeling of her sleek muscles hugging to his body...it was intoxicating. He lifted his head to look into her eyes, misted with a fervor that knew no name. He watched as she stared back at him, her eyes trusting, wanting...loving. She whispered, "Vegeta..." into the darkness and smiled at him. It echoed through the sky into his mind where he knew that it was he and he alone that she wanted. He lowered himself to her lips and wrapped his arms around her. "Vegeta...oh, Vegeta..." she chanted. "Vegeta...Vegeta..."
"Vegeta!! VEGETA!!!" Vegeta woke and sat up with a start, sweat beading off of his forehead. There was an inconsiderate and loud banging at his door. "What...?" he looked around, confused. "What's going on?"
"Vegeta! It's already 6:00! Get up!" Bulma pounded at his door. "What does he mean by sleeping in?" Bulma was so used to him waking her at 5:00am every morning that, on the day that he didn't, she was so conditioned that she didn't get the pleasure of sleeping in herself. She had already run around the property five times and done most of her warm-up exercises, and he still hadn't waked. She took a sadistic pleasure in waking him up as he had done to her for the past three weeks. "If I can't sleep in, Kami knows that you won't, either!"
"Sleep in? What?" Vegeta said aloud, mostly to himself. He grabbed the clock and saw that it was already 6:00am. "6:00?!? What the hell?" He jumped up and screamed, "Alright, woman, I'm coming, damn you!" He went to the bathroom and started the shower. As the water warmed, he looked at his reflection in the mirror and saw that his skin was moist with perspiration and his skin was flushed. A familiar ache was also present...as he stepped into the shower, he looked down. "Oh, shit," he thought to himself, his dream coming back to him. "Damn Woman..." He reached over and turned the hot water practically off, leaving the cold streaming down. He stepped in and felt the initial crude shock on his skin. "Kami..." he thought as he began to wash himself. He fully recalled his dream now...and his lust returned, even in the icy rain of the shower. "Damn Woman...what in the hell was I thinking? Perhaps that kiss last night...aw hell..." He tried to deny it. He tried to control it. He tried to ignore it. But, damn it if he didn't want the baka. He growled to himself as he turned off the water.
Bulma was sitting in the kitchen. "Aw...what should I do?" she said to herself. She couldn't start sparring without a partner...not that she exactly wanted to see Vegeta. He'd embarrassed her badly last night, leaving her panting against the wall. Bulma blushed, indulging into her own thoughts for once. "Hell with control," she thought, "Last night was amazing!" Her shame from losing control was on the surface, but inwardly, she couldn't help feeling how delicious the situation had been. Had she not a combination of deep pride and Saiyan blood, she knew that he would have had her long ago... "But I'm not that weak. I'll show the Prince exactly what he's dealing with..." Bulma crossed her arms, determined not to be bested. Growing bored of sitting in the kitchen, she adjourned to the living room and flipped on the television.
Vegeta stood at the top of the stairs. He heard the television on in the living room. "Damn, I need an excuse..." What was he going to tell her? He, the most regimented of people, sleeping in because of a contemptuous wet dream! He scoffed at himself, embarrassed. "I am a Saiyan Prince! I will not be controlled by my lust for a lowly mutant Saiyan!" With that, he conjured up the nerve to walk down the stairs. Keeping his head held high, he didn't even notice Bulma until he reached the bottom of the steps. She was staring pointedly at the television. "Woman,-"
"Shh!" Bulma motioned at him for his silence, leaning forward, paying extreme close attention to the television.
"Shh? What the hell do you mean 'shh'?"
Bulma ignored him, glued to the bright screen in front of her. Vegeta scoffed and sat on the couch. "What in Kami is she doing now? Damn woman..." Vegeta glanced at the T.V. and saw that the news was on, and the graphic in the top left corner of the screen grabbed his attention immediately. "A tournament??" he thought to himself.
The reporter on television droned on. "...Yes, the next Martial Arts tournament will be held exactly one month and one week from today, and as you can see..." The reporter motioned behind where he was standing, "Fighters from far and wide are already signing up." There seemed to be hundreds of people crowded around a booth in front of the arena, downtown. "The invitation is spread to all fighters. Are you ready to show your skill? Then join us!" The news station then moved to a different story, leaving Bulma and Vegeta to digest the information.
"Another tournament, huh? I don't want to fight all of the stupid human bakas that congregate to fight...it's stupid. I'd kill them." Vegeta laughed to himself. It was no contest, really. Being trained to perfection and Saiyan, humans had no chance. "A massacre is more like it..." He glanced at the woman, and saw that she was deep in thought. Her forehead was furrowed and her eyes cast down. She was dressed for training in a black leotard. He noticed the tone of her arms and legs as she sat. She had a finely muscled appearance now, he saw, to his satisfaction. She was getting stronger everyday. "My creation," he mused to himself, then paused...an idea had come to him. "The tournament! Of course! That's what she's thinking about!" Vegeta knew that Bulma had never taken a fighter's interest in the tournament. She'd been on the sidelines, or even peeking over fences and into windows, plenty of times. "She wasn't a Saiyan, then, though," Vegeta thought.
Bulma was silent, her mind working like clockwork at lightning speeds. "I've always wanted to join in the fun of those tournaments, but I'd never had the ability to...I bet I could win, now!" Bulma raised her eyes toward Vegeta and saw that he was staring at her. Controlling her impulse to flinch or blush, she looked him directly in the eyes. "You're thinking the same as I," Vegeta's voice drifted to her ears. "Yes, I am," Bulma answered in a controlled voice. "Do you think I can do it?"
"Well, you are much stronger than when you were,...well, human. I've given you enough training to defeat the strongest of human fighters, I'm positive. It's up to you to use the skills."
"Then you'll help me? Train for the tournament?" Despite her acute control, she looked eager. Vegeta noticed the predatory light flash in her eyes. It was alluring, watching her become Saiyan...almost irresistible. "Yes. And you will win," Vegeta answered.
"Of course I will," Bulma answered with a smirk.
What do you think? I think it's a good plot, and it infers that Bulma and Vegeta will be spending a lot of time, close together. Huh? Good idea? I think I can do a lot with it.
Hey there, like the chapter? Hate it? Wish you could kick it? Drop me a review!
Wanna join my mailing list? Include your e-mail address in a review, or e-mail me privately at songbird333@adelphia.net.
Hey there...I've finally realized how different I am, because in this chapter, I show my true nature. I'm flowery,...I'm a romantic. Through and through. I apologize if this isn't leading to the hardcore lemon that you'd expect, but I gotta write this first one for me. I hope you'll like it, but if you don't, ah well...it's going this way anyway. I don't know what anyone expects, so I'll write what I expect.
Chapter 13
"Ooh, yes..." she shuddered as Vegeta ran his fingers over her silken skin. The azure hair slipped from around her face, leaving her neck bare and glistening in the moonlight, and Vegeta could not resist the temptation of tasting. His lips glided along the white column of her neck, kissing softly and whispering of the desire that fired his eyes and his heart. He heard Bulma whimper as she arched her back, growing closer, trying to become one with him. As he kissed her skin, she clung to his body, her fingernails digging into his back, the passion so intense. Rather than deter him, the miniscule pain he felt only drove his pleasure higher, building a tidal effect within him that he had never felt before. The sensation of her smooth skin brushing against his own, the feeling of her sleek muscles hugging to his body...it was intoxicating. He lifted his head to look into her eyes, misted with a fervor that knew no name. He watched as she stared back at him, her eyes trusting, wanting...loving. She whispered, "Vegeta..." into the darkness and smiled at him. It echoed through the sky into his mind where he knew that it was he and he alone that she wanted. He lowered himself to her lips and wrapped his arms around her. "Vegeta...oh, Vegeta..." she chanted. "Vegeta...Vegeta..."
"Vegeta!! VEGETA!!!" Vegeta woke and sat up with a start, sweat beading off of his forehead. There was an inconsiderate and loud banging at his door. "What...?" he looked around, confused. "What's going on?"
"Vegeta! It's already 6:00! Get up!" Bulma pounded at his door. "What does he mean by sleeping in?" Bulma was so used to him waking her at 5:00am every morning that, on the day that he didn't, she was so conditioned that she didn't get the pleasure of sleeping in herself. She had already run around the property five times and done most of her warm-up exercises, and he still hadn't waked. She took a sadistic pleasure in waking him up as he had done to her for the past three weeks. "If I can't sleep in, Kami knows that you won't, either!"
"Sleep in? What?" Vegeta said aloud, mostly to himself. He grabbed the clock and saw that it was already 6:00am. "6:00?!? What the hell?" He jumped up and screamed, "Alright, woman, I'm coming, damn you!" He went to the bathroom and started the shower. As the water warmed, he looked at his reflection in the mirror and saw that his skin was moist with perspiration and his skin was flushed. A familiar ache was also present...as he stepped into the shower, he looked down. "Oh, shit," he thought to himself, his dream coming back to him. "Damn Woman..." He reached over and turned the hot water practically off, leaving the cold streaming down. He stepped in and felt the initial crude shock on his skin. "Kami..." he thought as he began to wash himself. He fully recalled his dream now...and his lust returned, even in the icy rain of the shower. "Damn Woman...what in the hell was I thinking? Perhaps that kiss last night...aw hell..." He tried to deny it. He tried to control it. He tried to ignore it. But, damn it if he didn't want the baka. He growled to himself as he turned off the water.
Bulma was sitting in the kitchen. "Aw...what should I do?" she said to herself. She couldn't start sparring without a partner...not that she exactly wanted to see Vegeta. He'd embarrassed her badly last night, leaving her panting against the wall. Bulma blushed, indulging into her own thoughts for once. "Hell with control," she thought, "Last night was amazing!" Her shame from losing control was on the surface, but inwardly, she couldn't help feeling how delicious the situation had been. Had she not a combination of deep pride and Saiyan blood, she knew that he would have had her long ago... "But I'm not that weak. I'll show the Prince exactly what he's dealing with..." Bulma crossed her arms, determined not to be bested. Growing bored of sitting in the kitchen, she adjourned to the living room and flipped on the television.
Vegeta stood at the top of the stairs. He heard the television on in the living room. "Damn, I need an excuse..." What was he going to tell her? He, the most regimented of people, sleeping in because of a contemptuous wet dream! He scoffed at himself, embarrassed. "I am a Saiyan Prince! I will not be controlled by my lust for a lowly mutant Saiyan!" With that, he conjured up the nerve to walk down the stairs. Keeping his head held high, he didn't even notice Bulma until he reached the bottom of the steps. She was staring pointedly at the television. "Woman,-"
"Shh!" Bulma motioned at him for his silence, leaning forward, paying extreme close attention to the television.
"Shh? What the hell do you mean 'shh'?"
Bulma ignored him, glued to the bright screen in front of her. Vegeta scoffed and sat on the couch. "What in Kami is she doing now? Damn woman..." Vegeta glanced at the T.V. and saw that the news was on, and the graphic in the top left corner of the screen grabbed his attention immediately. "A tournament??" he thought to himself.
The reporter on television droned on. "...Yes, the next Martial Arts tournament will be held exactly one month and one week from today, and as you can see..." The reporter motioned behind where he was standing, "Fighters from far and wide are already signing up." There seemed to be hundreds of people crowded around a booth in front of the arena, downtown. "The invitation is spread to all fighters. Are you ready to show your skill? Then join us!" The news station then moved to a different story, leaving Bulma and Vegeta to digest the information.
"Another tournament, huh? I don't want to fight all of the stupid human bakas that congregate to fight...it's stupid. I'd kill them." Vegeta laughed to himself. It was no contest, really. Being trained to perfection and Saiyan, humans had no chance. "A massacre is more like it..." He glanced at the woman, and saw that she was deep in thought. Her forehead was furrowed and her eyes cast down. She was dressed for training in a black leotard. He noticed the tone of her arms and legs as she sat. She had a finely muscled appearance now, he saw, to his satisfaction. She was getting stronger everyday. "My creation," he mused to himself, then paused...an idea had come to him. "The tournament! Of course! That's what she's thinking about!" Vegeta knew that Bulma had never taken a fighter's interest in the tournament. She'd been on the sidelines, or even peeking over fences and into windows, plenty of times. "She wasn't a Saiyan, then, though," Vegeta thought.
Bulma was silent, her mind working like clockwork at lightning speeds. "I've always wanted to join in the fun of those tournaments, but I'd never had the ability to...I bet I could win, now!" Bulma raised her eyes toward Vegeta and saw that he was staring at her. Controlling her impulse to flinch or blush, she looked him directly in the eyes. "You're thinking the same as I," Vegeta's voice drifted to her ears. "Yes, I am," Bulma answered in a controlled voice. "Do you think I can do it?"
"Well, you are much stronger than when you were,...well, human. I've given you enough training to defeat the strongest of human fighters, I'm positive. It's up to you to use the skills."
"Then you'll help me? Train for the tournament?" Despite her acute control, she looked eager. Vegeta noticed the predatory light flash in her eyes. It was alluring, watching her become Saiyan...almost irresistible. "Yes. And you will win," Vegeta answered.
"Of course I will," Bulma answered with a smirk.
What do you think? I think it's a good plot, and it infers that Bulma and Vegeta will be spending a lot of time, close together. Huh? Good idea? I think I can do a lot with it.
Hey there, like the chapter? Hate it? Wish you could kick it? Drop me a review!
Wanna join my mailing list? Include your e-mail address in a review, or e-mail me privately at songbird333@adelphia.net.