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I am really sorry, guys...I give you my first attempt at a cliffhanger, and then I don't finish it for days. I got sick...I've been out of school for the past three days. So here it finally is- hope you like it.
Chapter 16
If ever possible that time could suspend and a moment last a lifetime, if ever so impossible a thing could happen- Bulma was it. Her mind refused to register anything but the sinewy arms that encircled her, the hard body she leaned against, and the sweet lips that caressed her own. Bulma Briefs without thought, without mind, floating on pleasure...her arms crawled up Vegeta's arms to wrap around his neck, trying to get closer. Her fingers delved into his hair as she clung to his body and kiss. Vegeta gently broke the kiss and lifted his face ever so slightly, and she stared into the dark fathoms of his eyes and saw what she felt deep inside herself...and reality seeped into her mind.
Bulma looked down quickly and eased herself out of his arms. "Wait...," she said, holding herself at arms length from him, "what are we doing?"
Vegeta grunted. "Now is not the time for questions, Woman." He reached for her hand and kissed her knuckles.
"Ah...wait!..." Bulma said, retracting her hand from his grasp. "As if his presence alone wasn't distracting enough..." she thought. "What's happening?" Vegeta looked down quickly, but Bulma touched his cheek and brought his face to eye level. "What's happening...what's happening. Of course, what's happening!" Vegeta roared in frustration, turning to pace away. He faced the wall for a moment, crossing his arms. Bulma's shoulder's slumped and her face fell. Vegeta glanced toward the mirror and saw her crushed demeanor, and it infuriated him even more. "Damn you, woman!" he bellowed, whirling around to face her. He grabbed her by her arms and forced her to look him in the face. "What's happening, you ask? Tell me you don't know what's happening, and damn it, I'll go! I'll leave! Tell me you don't know,...Kami, tell it's not true..." Vegeta's voice quieted and he leaned his forehead against Bulma's and closed his eyes. Bulma was tensed and unnerved, but she could sense something that she couldn't recall feeling in Vegeta before- his fear.
"Vegeta..." she began in a low voice, and wrapped her arms around his waist, intending to placate the gentle beast. He shuddered at her touch, but remained in her arms. Her head rested on his shoulder, and he stood with his eyes closed and the woman he loved in his arms. Ever so slightly, he could smell the sweet scent of her hair...it smelled like the gardens of blue flowers that he had visited as a child on Vegeta-si...how long ago, he thought he had forgotten such memories, but now he was experiencing them again, with the only remaining Saiyan that could win his heart.
Bulma closed her eyes and held him close. "Kami, isn't this it? Isn't this what I want?" she thought to herself. It was so intimate, so close. Her heart was pounding, and she felt that her nerves were jumping with electricity. Not only that, but it was serene, like slipping into a warm bath or coming home to freshly baked brownies...something that was just felt right, just felt good. Yet, with all of this comfort, there was one small hollow feeling that she couldn't quite explain...it was her pea under the mattresses that she couldn't go to sleep upon. Nevertheless, she couldn't deny it...she knew exactly what was happening.
"Vegeta," she murmured into his neck in a soft, silky manner, "I feel it, too. We both know what's happening..."
Vegeta lowered his head to reply, "Then there is no problem, Woman," and he kissed behind her ear and the hollow of her neck. Bulma gasped and arched her neck, but there was still that tinge of upset. She backed away again and looked into his face, seeing the fire that raged within him..."Woman, you try my patience..." Vegeta growled, and in an instant, Bulma knew what was wrong.
"Woman. That's all I am to you," she flung at him, not intending to hurt him, but to catch his attention. "As long as I'm there to wash your clothes, cook your meals, and am up early enough to be your pupil...now, what am I? Your-"
"Don't say that! Damn you, you know that's not true!" Vegeta snarled. "If she'd have said what Yamcha called her..." Vegeta shook his head angrily, not even considering it.
"Isn't it? Then why am I just your 'woman'? Kami damn you, Vegeta, I'm a warrior! I'm no lowly human! I'm Saiyan!" Bulma's eyes flashed blue fire, and Vegeta stared into them for a long time. She was beginning to get enraged...her ki was rising by the second, and could be seen within the depths of her eyes. She was beautiful. Vegeta shook his head and chuckled.
Bulma's eyebrows almost shot off of her forehead and she clenched her fists. "Laugh at me?" she growled in a manner much like her tutor. Vegeta chuckled again, then threw his hands into the air and exclaimed, "What's happening?" He looked at her again. "Wo-, no you're right. Bulma. You are Saiyan...and Kami damn me if I forget it. Of course you're Saiyan...your eyes crackle like lightning when you're angry, and your power levels grow to dizzying summits...can't you see that's why I love you? I can't wait to see the fire in your eyes when you get angry or determined...that's why I bait you constantly...I like to see your reaction. I like to fight you, because then you respond to me! Now, uh...I want to get you to respond, well, ... differently..." Vegeta began to stutter, his lengthy, rambling monologue streaming from his subconscious more than from his intentions. He didn't quite realize what he had admitted to Bulma, but Bulma did. She unclenched her fists and stared at him. "I want you to accept me as a Saiyan, Vegeta. I want you to respect me as...an equal."
"An equal?? An equal...," Vegeta thought for a second, then said, "Hell, Bulma, I've always thought of you as an equal."
"You have?" Bulma's eyes widened as Vegeta shrugged. "I suppose, if that's what you think I've said,..." he replied equivocally. Vegeta's realization of all he had admitted came to him slowly. He looked from side to side, then pointedly at Bulma. "It's her turn now...she's got the upper hand...I'm trapped." With this silent realization, his shoulders drooped as he waited for her to speak. "My weakness, my soul, in the hands of the alluring Saiyan..."
Bulma crossed her arms and furrowed her eyebrows. She was thinking furiously, when she heard Vegeta utter, "I'd have never thought of taking you as my mate if I did not think we were somewhat equal."
Bulma looked on as Vegeta couldn't make eye contact with her. "He's bared everything to me now," she realized. "He's vulnerable...? A man who doesn't nearly know how to detect his own love, let alone express it, and he's here, offering all he can give to me..." and she finished in a quiet voice, "...as I am to him." Bulma watched as Vegeta sat on the edge of her bed, ... and saw that the strongest man in the world, the man that needed no help from anyone...he needed her. Bulma crossed and kneeled on the bed. Vegeta cast his eyes up to her, and she kissed him on his forehead. His eyes closed, and she sat next to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. He rested his head on her shoulder. "Damn you, Vegeta, that's exactly what's happening," she began, and she placed her hands on both sides of his face so that he couldn't look away. "I love you too."
Okay guys, I just had to do it...I couldn't let them just have gratuitous sex without some feeling, now, could I? What kind of romantic would I be? But for all of you out there who are waiting for some lemonade, let me say this. Chapter 15 was the realization, chapter 16 was the justification, and chapter 17 will be the manifestation...that's right. If it's gonna happen, it's gonna happen next chappy. So stick around, tell your friends and family, causes the sparks are soon to fly...*I just hope I can do it!*
So, like it? Hate it? Want to impale my head upon a stick? Tell me in a review! Thanks!
Wanna join my mailing list? Tell me in a review, leave your e-mail address in a review, or e-mail me privately at songbird333@adelphia.net.
I am really sorry, guys...I give you my first attempt at a cliffhanger, and then I don't finish it for days. I got sick...I've been out of school for the past three days. So here it finally is- hope you like it.
Chapter 16
If ever possible that time could suspend and a moment last a lifetime, if ever so impossible a thing could happen- Bulma was it. Her mind refused to register anything but the sinewy arms that encircled her, the hard body she leaned against, and the sweet lips that caressed her own. Bulma Briefs without thought, without mind, floating on pleasure...her arms crawled up Vegeta's arms to wrap around his neck, trying to get closer. Her fingers delved into his hair as she clung to his body and kiss. Vegeta gently broke the kiss and lifted his face ever so slightly, and she stared into the dark fathoms of his eyes and saw what she felt deep inside herself...and reality seeped into her mind.
Bulma looked down quickly and eased herself out of his arms. "Wait...," she said, holding herself at arms length from him, "what are we doing?"
Vegeta grunted. "Now is not the time for questions, Woman." He reached for her hand and kissed her knuckles.
"Ah...wait!..." Bulma said, retracting her hand from his grasp. "As if his presence alone wasn't distracting enough..." she thought. "What's happening?" Vegeta looked down quickly, but Bulma touched his cheek and brought his face to eye level. "What's happening...what's happening. Of course, what's happening!" Vegeta roared in frustration, turning to pace away. He faced the wall for a moment, crossing his arms. Bulma's shoulder's slumped and her face fell. Vegeta glanced toward the mirror and saw her crushed demeanor, and it infuriated him even more. "Damn you, woman!" he bellowed, whirling around to face her. He grabbed her by her arms and forced her to look him in the face. "What's happening, you ask? Tell me you don't know what's happening, and damn it, I'll go! I'll leave! Tell me you don't know,...Kami, tell it's not true..." Vegeta's voice quieted and he leaned his forehead against Bulma's and closed his eyes. Bulma was tensed and unnerved, but she could sense something that she couldn't recall feeling in Vegeta before- his fear.
"Vegeta..." she began in a low voice, and wrapped her arms around his waist, intending to placate the gentle beast. He shuddered at her touch, but remained in her arms. Her head rested on his shoulder, and he stood with his eyes closed and the woman he loved in his arms. Ever so slightly, he could smell the sweet scent of her hair...it smelled like the gardens of blue flowers that he had visited as a child on Vegeta-si...how long ago, he thought he had forgotten such memories, but now he was experiencing them again, with the only remaining Saiyan that could win his heart.
Bulma closed her eyes and held him close. "Kami, isn't this it? Isn't this what I want?" she thought to herself. It was so intimate, so close. Her heart was pounding, and she felt that her nerves were jumping with electricity. Not only that, but it was serene, like slipping into a warm bath or coming home to freshly baked brownies...something that was just felt right, just felt good. Yet, with all of this comfort, there was one small hollow feeling that she couldn't quite explain...it was her pea under the mattresses that she couldn't go to sleep upon. Nevertheless, she couldn't deny it...she knew exactly what was happening.
"Vegeta," she murmured into his neck in a soft, silky manner, "I feel it, too. We both know what's happening..."
Vegeta lowered his head to reply, "Then there is no problem, Woman," and he kissed behind her ear and the hollow of her neck. Bulma gasped and arched her neck, but there was still that tinge of upset. She backed away again and looked into his face, seeing the fire that raged within him..."Woman, you try my patience..." Vegeta growled, and in an instant, Bulma knew what was wrong.
"Woman. That's all I am to you," she flung at him, not intending to hurt him, but to catch his attention. "As long as I'm there to wash your clothes, cook your meals, and am up early enough to be your pupil...now, what am I? Your-"
"Don't say that! Damn you, you know that's not true!" Vegeta snarled. "If she'd have said what Yamcha called her..." Vegeta shook his head angrily, not even considering it.
"Isn't it? Then why am I just your 'woman'? Kami damn you, Vegeta, I'm a warrior! I'm no lowly human! I'm Saiyan!" Bulma's eyes flashed blue fire, and Vegeta stared into them for a long time. She was beginning to get enraged...her ki was rising by the second, and could be seen within the depths of her eyes. She was beautiful. Vegeta shook his head and chuckled.
Bulma's eyebrows almost shot off of her forehead and she clenched her fists. "Laugh at me?" she growled in a manner much like her tutor. Vegeta chuckled again, then threw his hands into the air and exclaimed, "What's happening?" He looked at her again. "Wo-, no you're right. Bulma. You are Saiyan...and Kami damn me if I forget it. Of course you're Saiyan...your eyes crackle like lightning when you're angry, and your power levels grow to dizzying summits...can't you see that's why I love you? I can't wait to see the fire in your eyes when you get angry or determined...that's why I bait you constantly...I like to see your reaction. I like to fight you, because then you respond to me! Now, uh...I want to get you to respond, well, ... differently..." Vegeta began to stutter, his lengthy, rambling monologue streaming from his subconscious more than from his intentions. He didn't quite realize what he had admitted to Bulma, but Bulma did. She unclenched her fists and stared at him. "I want you to accept me as a Saiyan, Vegeta. I want you to respect me as...an equal."
"An equal?? An equal...," Vegeta thought for a second, then said, "Hell, Bulma, I've always thought of you as an equal."
"You have?" Bulma's eyes widened as Vegeta shrugged. "I suppose, if that's what you think I've said,..." he replied equivocally. Vegeta's realization of all he had admitted came to him slowly. He looked from side to side, then pointedly at Bulma. "It's her turn now...she's got the upper hand...I'm trapped." With this silent realization, his shoulders drooped as he waited for her to speak. "My weakness, my soul, in the hands of the alluring Saiyan..."
Bulma crossed her arms and furrowed her eyebrows. She was thinking furiously, when she heard Vegeta utter, "I'd have never thought of taking you as my mate if I did not think we were somewhat equal."
Bulma looked on as Vegeta couldn't make eye contact with her. "He's bared everything to me now," she realized. "He's vulnerable...? A man who doesn't nearly know how to detect his own love, let alone express it, and he's here, offering all he can give to me..." and she finished in a quiet voice, "...as I am to him." Bulma watched as Vegeta sat on the edge of her bed, ... and saw that the strongest man in the world, the man that needed no help from anyone...he needed her. Bulma crossed and kneeled on the bed. Vegeta cast his eyes up to her, and she kissed him on his forehead. His eyes closed, and she sat next to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. He rested his head on her shoulder. "Damn you, Vegeta, that's exactly what's happening," she began, and she placed her hands on both sides of his face so that he couldn't look away. "I love you too."
Okay guys, I just had to do it...I couldn't let them just have gratuitous sex without some feeling, now, could I? What kind of romantic would I be? But for all of you out there who are waiting for some lemonade, let me say this. Chapter 15 was the realization, chapter 16 was the justification, and chapter 17 will be the manifestation...that's right. If it's gonna happen, it's gonna happen next chappy. So stick around, tell your friends and family, causes the sparks are soon to fly...*I just hope I can do it!*
So, like it? Hate it? Want to impale my head upon a stick? Tell me in a review! Thanks!
Wanna join my mailing list? Tell me in a review, leave your e-mail address in a review, or e-mail me privately at songbird333@adelphia.net.