Thanks to draegon-fire, Tigerwolf, Felicity, Elise, Estelle, SatansFlower
and Sylva for reviewing!
Warning: lemony contents in this chapter!
Now for your question draegon-fire: yes, Allure's going to help Vegeta, I'm not telling how yet though. In the end, Vegeta can only help himself though.
That's enough for now though, on to the story:
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Chapter 11 Danger ahead; what is real?
Vegeta walked into the kitchen, Bulma stood in front of the stove, cooking.
She looked over her shoulder at him, smiling warmly in welcome.
Another dream hmn?
Slowly, he advanced on her, sliding his eyes over her form: her aqua locks, her throat, her pale shoulders, her torso wrapped in green silk, her slim waist, her long legs coming out from under her short nightgown, her delicate looking feet.
Reaching out, he placed his hands around her slim waist, the silk sliding under his fingers.
Her whole body stiffened, then she relaxed under his hands.
Slowly he slid his hands up, massaging her shoulders, feeling the textures of her skin beneath his fingers, feeling her warmth penetrate through his clothes.
A feeling of unease came upon him, yet he willed it away: there was no place for it here, in his dreams.
Slowly he turned her around, fingers curling about her chin, lifting her head, looking into her bright aqua pupils.
So much seemed to reflect in there; he seemed to be able to look deeper into them than ever before.
She had eyes he could drown in.
"Just a dream." He wispered the words against her ear, before trailing his lips along her jaw, leaving a wet trail with his lips.
Roughly he crushed his lips onto hers, forcing her mouth open, hearing her shocked gasp just before his tongue filled her mouth.
Her hands closed about his powerfull forearms, squeezed the tensed muscles there.
Normaly, he had more control in his dreams, but now, everything seemed to wash over him like a red, hot tide, sweeping away all lingering memories of tenderness.
He pushed her up against the counter, his hands sweeping over her legs, drawing circles on her skin, setting it on fire.
Heat floaded them, they tried to get closer to each other; just a little closer.....
Alarmbells went of in his head, but he ignored them.
Apparently, she did not however, and she pushed him of her.
The fire-alarm above the stove was going off, bleeping like mad as whatever she had been cooking was incinerated before their eyes.
He looked at the blackening food blankly, not fully comprehending what this ment.
Just then, Kakkarot came rushing in, whining 'OH! That's our food!'
Was he having a nightmare?
He stared at Kakkarot, whining about his food and Bulma trying to fan the flames sprouting from her frying pan.
A horrible thought struck him; WAS THIS REALITY?
Horrified he watched as Bulma ensured Kakkarot that food would be on the table in an hour.
Goku left and she turned to him, from a distance he heard her speak, but he just looked at her, her eyes, her lips, her fair skin.
So close, yet so far away.....
She put her hand on his shoulder and he jerked away, he saw the hurt in her eyes at the stony gesture, saw tears gathering in the blue eyes.
With a snarl he turned away from her, from temptation, from utter madness and practically flew to the training rooms slamming the door shut behind him.
Hating himself for hurting her.
That fool Kakkarot was in the room and without a word Vegeta flew at him, no thought on his mind but the blind rage he was feeling; rage at the stroke of bad luck the fates had dealt him, he no longer knew for sure he could trust himself with the tiny slip of female who had somehow slipped past his guard when he wasn't looking......
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With a heavy heart, Bulma returned to her cooking, still sore from the former attack of Vegeta.
She hadn't noticed the tears falling from her eyes untill the food became blurry and her palms wet from the tiny drops falling upon them.
She felt someone coming to stand behind her.
Not thinking she turned around and flung herself at the person, holding on for dear life, sobbing like her heart would break, like the sun would not shine for her tomorrow.
Strong arms closed around her, rubbing her back softly, speaking words of comfort in hushed tones.
Finaly she was able to look up and stared into the amber pupils full of worry.
"Allure," she choaked, trying to regain some semblance of self.
"Shhh! Try to breathe before you try to tell me what happened." Allure's eyes held a worried expresion, but her tone was light.
"It's okay." Bulma tried to summon a smile, but failed miserably "Vegeta just came in here and started making out with me you know, but then the fire alarm went of and he ran away, and I just don't understand it any more..." her voice trailed off on a sob.
"It's okay... I'll talk to him, try to get an explanation.... Oh, who am I kidding! He'll only tell me if I beat it out of him! Didn't he say anything to you?"
"No... I mean yes, he whispered 'just a dream' into my ear and..... You think he was SERIOUS?"
"I don't know," Allure looked at her with troubled eyes, "but that would mean he's dreaming about you; apparently he cannot hold resolve in his dreams."
Bulma smiled through her tears at this "Well, at least that hopeful I guess. At least he didn't.... Oh my GOD! He must have.... and I .... and the alarm...."
Her laughter could be heard resounding through-out the ship.
Allure looked at her friend in alarm; maybe hooking her up with Vegeta hadn't been a good idea after all..... Oh, who was she kidding! Where else would she find a woman with a temper to match Vegeta's own! - - Not to mention she thought this one was his soulmate.....
Finaly Bulma regained enough composure to explain her laughing to Allure.
"Sorry Allure; it just struck me as funny. Vegeta walking in here and living a dream! And then Goku coming in here; he must have thought it was a nightmare."
Allure's lips twitches at that, but she said nothing. All she did was pick up another fryingpan and started cooking.
Soon, Bulma joined her and they wipped up a wonderful dinner for the saiyans.
No one saw the tears slipping from her eyes, for why did he only want her in his dreams?
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Meanwhile, Vegeta was coming back from his 'training' with Goku.
He smelted the food being cooked in the kitchen, and grimaced as he remembered what happened, for what would she think of him now?
And more importantly: why did he care?
Somehow, he didn't feel so hungry any longer, he just felt empty.
He would have to talk to Allure about this sometimes; she was a female after all, maybe she could help him understand how to get rid of all this......
His worst problem was though, he wasn't sure he wanted to get rid of this.
NO! He could not risk it; Freeza would only be right if he did.....
All he could bring his angel in blue was pain.
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And so ends our chapter!
Not so very long: I promise the next one will be longer.....
Tell me what you thought of it, meaning: READ and Review Please
(although if you're reading this you obviously already did half hihi).
Keep on the look-out for our next and exciting chapter of Frail Peace.
Warning: lemony contents in this chapter!
Now for your question draegon-fire: yes, Allure's going to help Vegeta, I'm not telling how yet though. In the end, Vegeta can only help himself though.
That's enough for now though, on to the story:
*****************************************************************
Chapter 11 Danger ahead; what is real?
Vegeta walked into the kitchen, Bulma stood in front of the stove, cooking.
She looked over her shoulder at him, smiling warmly in welcome.
Another dream hmn?
Slowly, he advanced on her, sliding his eyes over her form: her aqua locks, her throat, her pale shoulders, her torso wrapped in green silk, her slim waist, her long legs coming out from under her short nightgown, her delicate looking feet.
Reaching out, he placed his hands around her slim waist, the silk sliding under his fingers.
Her whole body stiffened, then she relaxed under his hands.
Slowly he slid his hands up, massaging her shoulders, feeling the textures of her skin beneath his fingers, feeling her warmth penetrate through his clothes.
A feeling of unease came upon him, yet he willed it away: there was no place for it here, in his dreams.
Slowly he turned her around, fingers curling about her chin, lifting her head, looking into her bright aqua pupils.
So much seemed to reflect in there; he seemed to be able to look deeper into them than ever before.
She had eyes he could drown in.
"Just a dream." He wispered the words against her ear, before trailing his lips along her jaw, leaving a wet trail with his lips.
Roughly he crushed his lips onto hers, forcing her mouth open, hearing her shocked gasp just before his tongue filled her mouth.
Her hands closed about his powerfull forearms, squeezed the tensed muscles there.
Normaly, he had more control in his dreams, but now, everything seemed to wash over him like a red, hot tide, sweeping away all lingering memories of tenderness.
He pushed her up against the counter, his hands sweeping over her legs, drawing circles on her skin, setting it on fire.
Heat floaded them, they tried to get closer to each other; just a little closer.....
Alarmbells went of in his head, but he ignored them.
Apparently, she did not however, and she pushed him of her.
The fire-alarm above the stove was going off, bleeping like mad as whatever she had been cooking was incinerated before their eyes.
He looked at the blackening food blankly, not fully comprehending what this ment.
Just then, Kakkarot came rushing in, whining 'OH! That's our food!'
Was he having a nightmare?
He stared at Kakkarot, whining about his food and Bulma trying to fan the flames sprouting from her frying pan.
A horrible thought struck him; WAS THIS REALITY?
Horrified he watched as Bulma ensured Kakkarot that food would be on the table in an hour.
Goku left and she turned to him, from a distance he heard her speak, but he just looked at her, her eyes, her lips, her fair skin.
So close, yet so far away.....
She put her hand on his shoulder and he jerked away, he saw the hurt in her eyes at the stony gesture, saw tears gathering in the blue eyes.
With a snarl he turned away from her, from temptation, from utter madness and practically flew to the training rooms slamming the door shut behind him.
Hating himself for hurting her.
That fool Kakkarot was in the room and without a word Vegeta flew at him, no thought on his mind but the blind rage he was feeling; rage at the stroke of bad luck the fates had dealt him, he no longer knew for sure he could trust himself with the tiny slip of female who had somehow slipped past his guard when he wasn't looking......
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With a heavy heart, Bulma returned to her cooking, still sore from the former attack of Vegeta.
She hadn't noticed the tears falling from her eyes untill the food became blurry and her palms wet from the tiny drops falling upon them.
She felt someone coming to stand behind her.
Not thinking she turned around and flung herself at the person, holding on for dear life, sobbing like her heart would break, like the sun would not shine for her tomorrow.
Strong arms closed around her, rubbing her back softly, speaking words of comfort in hushed tones.
Finaly she was able to look up and stared into the amber pupils full of worry.
"Allure," she choaked, trying to regain some semblance of self.
"Shhh! Try to breathe before you try to tell me what happened." Allure's eyes held a worried expresion, but her tone was light.
"It's okay." Bulma tried to summon a smile, but failed miserably "Vegeta just came in here and started making out with me you know, but then the fire alarm went of and he ran away, and I just don't understand it any more..." her voice trailed off on a sob.
"It's okay... I'll talk to him, try to get an explanation.... Oh, who am I kidding! He'll only tell me if I beat it out of him! Didn't he say anything to you?"
"No... I mean yes, he whispered 'just a dream' into my ear and..... You think he was SERIOUS?"
"I don't know," Allure looked at her with troubled eyes, "but that would mean he's dreaming about you; apparently he cannot hold resolve in his dreams."
Bulma smiled through her tears at this "Well, at least that hopeful I guess. At least he didn't.... Oh my GOD! He must have.... and I .... and the alarm...."
Her laughter could be heard resounding through-out the ship.
Allure looked at her friend in alarm; maybe hooking her up with Vegeta hadn't been a good idea after all..... Oh, who was she kidding! Where else would she find a woman with a temper to match Vegeta's own! - - Not to mention she thought this one was his soulmate.....
Finaly Bulma regained enough composure to explain her laughing to Allure.
"Sorry Allure; it just struck me as funny. Vegeta walking in here and living a dream! And then Goku coming in here; he must have thought it was a nightmare."
Allure's lips twitches at that, but she said nothing. All she did was pick up another fryingpan and started cooking.
Soon, Bulma joined her and they wipped up a wonderful dinner for the saiyans.
No one saw the tears slipping from her eyes, for why did he only want her in his dreams?
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Meanwhile, Vegeta was coming back from his 'training' with Goku.
He smelted the food being cooked in the kitchen, and grimaced as he remembered what happened, for what would she think of him now?
And more importantly: why did he care?
Somehow, he didn't feel so hungry any longer, he just felt empty.
He would have to talk to Allure about this sometimes; she was a female after all, maybe she could help him understand how to get rid of all this......
His worst problem was though, he wasn't sure he wanted to get rid of this.
NO! He could not risk it; Freeza would only be right if he did.....
All he could bring his angel in blue was pain.
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And so ends our chapter!
Not so very long: I promise the next one will be longer.....
Tell me what you thought of it, meaning: READ and Review Please
(although if you're reading this you obviously already did half hihi).
Keep on the look-out for our next and exciting chapter of Frail Peace.
