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Chapter 15
Bulma tried to stay awake while Vegeta carried her home, but she felt so drained, and Vegeta's shoulder was so tempting that she could not deny herself a needed nap. Her eyelashes feathered down to rest upon her cheeks and she unconsciously snuggled against Vegeta's neck. Vegeta glanced downward at the woman asleep in his arms, then tightened his grip, taking care not to hurt her, but to give her security. They were silent as they traveled back to the Brief's house.
Landing lightly on Bulma's balcony, Vegeta entered Bulma's room and laid her on her bed. He considered taking back his shirt for a split second, but quickly quelled the thought. Glancing down, watching her sleep...it took him back to less than two months ago, when she became Saiyan...when she began beating down the fortress that surrounded his heart. He tensed for a moment as Bulma shifted, turning her face toward Vegeta, but still sound asleep. Vegeta carefully reached down and brushed a silky blue lock of hair from her forehead, allowing his fingertip to make contact with the pale smooth skin of her cheek. He shuddered from the sensual reaction that her downy skin emitted. "My alluring Saiyan, if only I could show you..." Vegeta spoke silently into the darkness, then left the room, leaving Bulma to her dreams.
Bulma ran as fast as she could. She dodged a punch that flew over her head, whizzing less than an inch above her left ear. Her sight flew to her attacker, a formless figure that she couldn't decipher. She knew who it was, somehow, but was if it was on the tip of her tongue, in the front of her brain, and she desperately could not recall it. She was surrounded by loud noises that she couldn't escape. In a panic, she rolled, then jumped to her feet, narrowly missing another crippling attack. She closed her eyes, felt her senses zero in on her assailant, and she attacked only then, with an attack she'd never seen before. She had her victory, and she looked toward the sky, and above her, she saw the face that she saw every day, the face that she longed to see forever. She reached for him as he floated downward to her. She cupped his face in her hands and shivered as his arms encircled body. She tilted her head to taste the glory of his lips, moving her head ever so slowly...THUNK!
"Aaah!" she cried as she hit the floor. Bulma wiggled around and found her legs tangled in her blankets. After struggling, she found her self free from the onslaught of her comforter, but sprawled face-down on her carpet. She sighed and stood up to sit on her bed. Glancing at the clock, she noted, "Wow, it's only 4am...I still have an hour to sleep before my morning run..." Bulma glanced at her mirror, which reflected the dark shadows of the room, illuminated only by the early onslaught of the sunrise. She closed her eyes and ran a hand through her rumpled blue locks, trying to erase the hazy, unsure feeling that plagued her mind. She couldn't do anything for this vague feeling; it was blocking her morning functions. She couldn't go back to sleep, she couldn't get up. She put her head on her elbows, fingers laced through her hair, and stared down at the floor. Slowly, she focused on remembering her dream. "Fighting...but who?...then,...! Vegeta!" she gasped softly, jerking her head to look at her reflection. She opened her mouth to question her reflection, when suddenly she heard a loud knock on the wall. Her gaze flew to the huge hole in the wall, temporarily covered by bed sheets until it could be repaired. "Woman, are you okay?" a deep, masculine voice rumbled. Bulma could see his silhouette by the light of the rising sun. "I...uh,..." she said, her mind going blank. She was caught with a wave of nerves as Vegeta slowly lifted the sheet to see into the room. She struggled to keep her reaction minimal, but she felt her eyes widen at the sight of his unclothed torso and sleep rumpled hair. Bulma took a slow breath, then caught herself and looked around self-consciously. She saw that she was still clothed in Vegeta's shirt, from the previous night. After a moment, she looked into Vegeta's face and found herself speaking. "Uh, why, uh,...what...-"
Vegeta spoke quietly, "I heard a loud noise and you screamed...I was..., uh, afraid, I guess, that you were dreaming of last night. Re-experiencing it, I mean..." Vegeta cleared his throat self-consciously. "I just wanted to make sure you were alright."
"Oh," Bulma sighed, although she wasn't quite sure if it was in relief or disappointment. "No, I didn't dream about transforming..." She shuddered. "I dreamt that I was fighting someone..."
"Really? Who?"
Bulma furrowed her eyebrows and said, "That's just it. I don't know...I couldn't see my foe very clearly...all I knew was that I didn't like him and wanted to defeat him so much...I think I did, and then..." She paused as she found herself staring into the same face that her dream had faced her with. She looked away quickly. "Then I, uh...fell, I guess."
Vegeta crossed his arms and stared at Bulma, and she could tell that he was trying to read into what she said. "He knows..." she thought to herself, but forced her back to straighten and her eyes to look innocent. "Humph," Vegeta grunted, then said, "well, as long as we're up, we can start earlier."
"Aw, Vegeta!" Bulma jumped to her feet. Vegeta's eyebrow raised as she voiced her opposition at starting early. "We'll be training all day, Vegeta! An extra hour won't matter! Please, let me have this time to myself?" Her eyes were pleading, as well as her demeanor. Vegeta stared down at her, then turned his head sharply. "Bah, woman. Do as you like. Don't complain to me, though, when you're weak for the competition. I'll be in the gravity chamber, and I'll expect you there at 5, exactly." With that, he grunted and left the room. He had just stepped outside the door when Bulma impulsively wrapped her arms around his neck, and from behind, gave him a peck on the cheek. "Thank you, Vegeta!" She jumped off as quickly as she had attacked and closed her door.
"What in Kami made me do that?" she said aloud, leaning against the closed door with her arms wrapped around herself. She brought her hands to her head and rubbed her eyes, trying to clear her mind. "I'm stuck in a damn dream, that's what! What the hell was I thinking?" She paced across her room, her mind working furiously. "I see him everyday, he's in everything I do during the daylight hours, and Kami damn him, he's in my dreams too!" She felt giddy at seeing him, felt the impressions of his muscled back from when she hugged him. Her lips tingled from the contact with his cheek. "Kami, say it isn't true..." but she new from the raging of her pulse and the excitement in her muscles. She didn't have time to admit out aloud. There was a storm of footsteps up the stairs. Her eyes flew to her door as Vegeta slammed the door open, hitting it against the wall. His eyes met hers, and she saw the lightning, the same lightning she felt zip through her veins as he crossed the room and pulled her body to him. She looked up, then shuddered sensually as his lips met him in an explosion of feeling.
So, what do you think? It's my first attempt at a cliffy...did it work? Are you on the edge of your seat or on the verge of falling asleep? Whatever you feel, hey, tell me! Drop it in a review! :o)
Wanna be notified of chapter updates for this story? Tell me in a review, leave your e-mail address in a review, or e-mail me privately at songbird333@adelphia.net.
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Chapter 15
Bulma tried to stay awake while Vegeta carried her home, but she felt so drained, and Vegeta's shoulder was so tempting that she could not deny herself a needed nap. Her eyelashes feathered down to rest upon her cheeks and she unconsciously snuggled against Vegeta's neck. Vegeta glanced downward at the woman asleep in his arms, then tightened his grip, taking care not to hurt her, but to give her security. They were silent as they traveled back to the Brief's house.
Landing lightly on Bulma's balcony, Vegeta entered Bulma's room and laid her on her bed. He considered taking back his shirt for a split second, but quickly quelled the thought. Glancing down, watching her sleep...it took him back to less than two months ago, when she became Saiyan...when she began beating down the fortress that surrounded his heart. He tensed for a moment as Bulma shifted, turning her face toward Vegeta, but still sound asleep. Vegeta carefully reached down and brushed a silky blue lock of hair from her forehead, allowing his fingertip to make contact with the pale smooth skin of her cheek. He shuddered from the sensual reaction that her downy skin emitted. "My alluring Saiyan, if only I could show you..." Vegeta spoke silently into the darkness, then left the room, leaving Bulma to her dreams.
Bulma ran as fast as she could. She dodged a punch that flew over her head, whizzing less than an inch above her left ear. Her sight flew to her attacker, a formless figure that she couldn't decipher. She knew who it was, somehow, but was if it was on the tip of her tongue, in the front of her brain, and she desperately could not recall it. She was surrounded by loud noises that she couldn't escape. In a panic, she rolled, then jumped to her feet, narrowly missing another crippling attack. She closed her eyes, felt her senses zero in on her assailant, and she attacked only then, with an attack she'd never seen before. She had her victory, and she looked toward the sky, and above her, she saw the face that she saw every day, the face that she longed to see forever. She reached for him as he floated downward to her. She cupped his face in her hands and shivered as his arms encircled body. She tilted her head to taste the glory of his lips, moving her head ever so slowly...THUNK!
"Aaah!" she cried as she hit the floor. Bulma wiggled around and found her legs tangled in her blankets. After struggling, she found her self free from the onslaught of her comforter, but sprawled face-down on her carpet. She sighed and stood up to sit on her bed. Glancing at the clock, she noted, "Wow, it's only 4am...I still have an hour to sleep before my morning run..." Bulma glanced at her mirror, which reflected the dark shadows of the room, illuminated only by the early onslaught of the sunrise. She closed her eyes and ran a hand through her rumpled blue locks, trying to erase the hazy, unsure feeling that plagued her mind. She couldn't do anything for this vague feeling; it was blocking her morning functions. She couldn't go back to sleep, she couldn't get up. She put her head on her elbows, fingers laced through her hair, and stared down at the floor. Slowly, she focused on remembering her dream. "Fighting...but who?...then,...! Vegeta!" she gasped softly, jerking her head to look at her reflection. She opened her mouth to question her reflection, when suddenly she heard a loud knock on the wall. Her gaze flew to the huge hole in the wall, temporarily covered by bed sheets until it could be repaired. "Woman, are you okay?" a deep, masculine voice rumbled. Bulma could see his silhouette by the light of the rising sun. "I...uh,..." she said, her mind going blank. She was caught with a wave of nerves as Vegeta slowly lifted the sheet to see into the room. She struggled to keep her reaction minimal, but she felt her eyes widen at the sight of his unclothed torso and sleep rumpled hair. Bulma took a slow breath, then caught herself and looked around self-consciously. She saw that she was still clothed in Vegeta's shirt, from the previous night. After a moment, she looked into Vegeta's face and found herself speaking. "Uh, why, uh,...what...-"
Vegeta spoke quietly, "I heard a loud noise and you screamed...I was..., uh, afraid, I guess, that you were dreaming of last night. Re-experiencing it, I mean..." Vegeta cleared his throat self-consciously. "I just wanted to make sure you were alright."
"Oh," Bulma sighed, although she wasn't quite sure if it was in relief or disappointment. "No, I didn't dream about transforming..." She shuddered. "I dreamt that I was fighting someone..."
"Really? Who?"
Bulma furrowed her eyebrows and said, "That's just it. I don't know...I couldn't see my foe very clearly...all I knew was that I didn't like him and wanted to defeat him so much...I think I did, and then..." She paused as she found herself staring into the same face that her dream had faced her with. She looked away quickly. "Then I, uh...fell, I guess."
Vegeta crossed his arms and stared at Bulma, and she could tell that he was trying to read into what she said. "He knows..." she thought to herself, but forced her back to straighten and her eyes to look innocent. "Humph," Vegeta grunted, then said, "well, as long as we're up, we can start earlier."
"Aw, Vegeta!" Bulma jumped to her feet. Vegeta's eyebrow raised as she voiced her opposition at starting early. "We'll be training all day, Vegeta! An extra hour won't matter! Please, let me have this time to myself?" Her eyes were pleading, as well as her demeanor. Vegeta stared down at her, then turned his head sharply. "Bah, woman. Do as you like. Don't complain to me, though, when you're weak for the competition. I'll be in the gravity chamber, and I'll expect you there at 5, exactly." With that, he grunted and left the room. He had just stepped outside the door when Bulma impulsively wrapped her arms around his neck, and from behind, gave him a peck on the cheek. "Thank you, Vegeta!" She jumped off as quickly as she had attacked and closed her door.
"What in Kami made me do that?" she said aloud, leaning against the closed door with her arms wrapped around herself. She brought her hands to her head and rubbed her eyes, trying to clear her mind. "I'm stuck in a damn dream, that's what! What the hell was I thinking?" She paced across her room, her mind working furiously. "I see him everyday, he's in everything I do during the daylight hours, and Kami damn him, he's in my dreams too!" She felt giddy at seeing him, felt the impressions of his muscled back from when she hugged him. Her lips tingled from the contact with his cheek. "Kami, say it isn't true..." but she new from the raging of her pulse and the excitement in her muscles. She didn't have time to admit out aloud. There was a storm of footsteps up the stairs. Her eyes flew to her door as Vegeta slammed the door open, hitting it against the wall. His eyes met hers, and she saw the lightning, the same lightning she felt zip through her veins as he crossed the room and pulled her body to him. She looked up, then shuddered sensually as his lips met him in an explosion of feeling.
So, what do you think? It's my first attempt at a cliffy...did it work? Are you on the edge of your seat or on the verge of falling asleep? Whatever you feel, hey, tell me! Drop it in a review! :o)
Wanna be notified of chapter updates for this story? Tell me in a review, leave your e-mail address in a review, or e-mail me privately at songbird333@adelphia.net.
Thanks guys, hope you liked it!