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Suddenly, she felt Vegeta wrap his arms around her and pull her back into his embrace. Even though she was as tense as a board, Vegeta held her tightly as he stroked her back lightly. Although she just wanted to push him away, Vegeta's lulling movements were slowly putting her to sleep. She decided to stop struggling just for tonight and relaxed. Right when she was about to fall asleep, she heard the deep rumble of Vegeta's voice.
"Do you still hold doubts?"
Too tired to argue, Bulma simply replied, "No, I do not hold doubts, you arrogant bastard," right before they were both fast asleep.
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Chapter 8: Love Begins with a Kiss
Bulma awoke the next day with a huge headache and a sharp pain between her legs. All of the memories of the day before suddenly came flooding back to her as she tried to bury her head in the pillow again, wishing that she could go back to sleep and wake up again to find this all a nightmare. But, it was not to be.
Rolling onto her side, Bulma noticed with joy that Vegeta was no longer in bed. 'And just how exactly am I supposed to look him in the eye again?' Bulma asked herself dryly. 'How am I even going to talk to him?' It would have been one thing if he had forced her and she had been miserable, but the painful truth was that she enjoyed it just as much as he did, and Vegeta knew it.
'How the hell could I have acted that way last night?' Bulma berated herself. She was not sure if she could ever forgive herself for succumbing to the enemy so easily.
"Man Bulma, you really are a little slut at heart," she mumbled dryly.
"Whatever your intimate activities were before yesterday, they had better cease unless you wish to be beaten black and blue and chained in the dungeon!"
Bulma let out a small squeak as she glanced towards the door to find that her husband has returned. Immediately her facial expression turned from surprise to anger.
"Hmph. Fancy that" she said sarcastically as she rolled out of bed. Vegeta frowned.
"And what exactly is that supposed to mean?" He demanced.
"Oh, nothing," Bulma stated as she took a step towards her wardrobe. "Just that-" Bulma broke off with a gasp as she suddenly found herself flung back onto her bed with her husband on top of her.
"Just what?" Vegeta asked in a deadly monotone. He smirked as he noticed his wife try to swallow down the lump of fear in her throat as she looked into his black orbs.
"N-nothing," she stuttered.
"Say it. Now!" Vegeta commanded in a harsh tone. An evil twinkle came to his eye as he started to run the tips of his fingers lightly up Bulma's arm. His actions were rewarded with an involuntary shudder from her.
"Nothing! I swear it! I was just trying to bait you! Let me go!" Following her plea, Bulma put her hands on Vegeta's shoulders and tried to push him off to no avail. Impatiently, Vegeta grabbed Bulma's hands, laced his fingers through her smaller ones, and pinned her hands to either side of her head.
"Have you slept with anyone else before?" Vegeta asked with vengeance in his voice. Bulma could not stand to look at him any longer. His eyes seemed to burn into her very being, seeing the hidden secrets that she kept within her. Bulma closed her eyes, turned her head, and gripped his hands in a death grip before answering.
"No," she whispered. Vegeta just continued to stare at her. Should he believe her? He knew that she had a 'boyfriend' or whatever word the pathetic humans used was. But was he her lover? No. After last night, he was sure that she had no lovers before him.
Even after his question was answered, Vegeta still continued to stare at her. How was it that she was so beautiful? He had never met any other being in the universe quite as shockingly beautiful as she. Her aqua-colored hair fell in soft waves down almost to the small of her back; it's silkiness and smoothness just begging to be touched. Vegeta couldn't help but wonder how many men had been driven crazy by the mere thought of blanketing themselves with her hair while touching her in a way only a lover would. Her eyes were a deep blue, shining in a different shade of blue depending on her mood. Vegeta had seen the passion shining from her eyes the night before, even though she had tried her best to conceal it and deny it herself.
Bulma did not know when she had opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him, but she suddenly found herself drowning in his deep ebonies. She was fascinated by them, for they were the only thing that seemed to show the true Vegeta. She knew that he had been through many hardships in his 22 years of life, more than any being should have to bear. Although he tried to blow it off and act as if it did not affect him in the least, Bulma knew that he was lying; she could see it in his eyes.
As the two newlyweds continued to drown in one another's eyes, Vegeta was unknowingly caressing Bulma's hand with his thumb, as his head was slowly lowering to meet hers. She closed her eyes and drew in a ragged breath just before his lips touched down on hers.
The kiss was so light that it felt like a feather. After letting his lips linger over hers for a bit, Vegeta slowly drew Bulma's bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on it. He was rewarded by his wife's low moan, almost laughing when he felt her unknowingly try to deepen the kiss. Granting her wish, he placed his lips back over hers and swept his tongue into his mouth.
Bulma gasped as his tongue invaded her mouth. She was not expecting such gentleness from such a tough creature. He kissed her with such tenderness that it made her want to cry. Slowly, Vegeta deepened the kiss as he felt her respond. Setting one of her hands free, he slowly and lightly trailed his fingertips up and down her arm, smirking to himself when he felt her shudder with desire.
Vegeta groaned into her mouth as he felt her respond more and more. Deepening the kiss even more, he recaptured her hand, pinning her to the bed. Even though almost all of Vegeta was screaming at him to rip his and her clothes off and take her then and there, he knew that he could not. Not only did he have a meeting, he also knew that she was way too sore from the previous night for another bout. Almost painfully, he broke off the kiss.
Bulma felt as if she was still floating on cloud nine when Vegeta broke off the kiss. She lay gasping for breath, slightly aware of the fact that he rested his head between her neck and shoulder to catch his breath. Not surprisingly, he caught his breath long before she did, so she was still panting when he raised his head to look down at her again. Bulma could not seem to help the way she suddenly felt embarrassed and vulnerable the way she was now. As they continued to stare and pant, Vegeta freed one of her hands to brush the hair away from her face, letting his fingers trail slowly over her face. For some reason, when he started to rise, Bulma suddenly felt unable to let him go, so she wound her free arm around his neck, burying her face in the crook of his neck as his breathing slowed. Vegeta released her other hand to try and pry her off of him, but when her other arm came around his neck to cling to him, he simply wrapped his arms around her waist, rolled to the side, and held her.
Bulma did not know why but she felt oddly safe in his arms, like no one or thing could get to her. She was surprised on how right she felt in his arms. As she hid her face from him and the rest of the world, she breathed in his masculine scent.
The Saiyan king continued to hold his bride and stroke her hair gently until he felt her grip on him go lax a bit. When it did so, he slowly and carefully unwound himself from her arms.
"Princess, I must go."
"Where?" she asked while looking at him with a look that made Vegeta's loins tightened.
"Business," was all he said. Giving her another quick kiss on the forehead, he stood up and cleared his throat.
"There is a banquet tonight at 2000 hours [8:00pm]. I expect you to be dressed and ready to go at 1930 hours [7:30pm]." Bulma suddenly felt the anger swelling in her again as his words were spoken. How dare he continue to boss her around like that? However, Vegeta simply just turned and walked out of the room.
Sighing, Bulma rolled out of bed and headed to the shower.
***I swear to God, I read way too many romance novels (or "sex books" as my friends like to call them!), especially since I get all these reviews saying how people love my lemons!! ::Shakes her head: I am such a dork. Did ya'll like it? OK, I know I've said this for the past 2 chapters, but here we go again: This is the last pre-written chapter I have. I've started to write the 9th chapter but it's not that far along. I have no idea where the story is going to go from here since I had not planned on finishing it; however, Shigasu and I made a deal, so I decided to attend to "unfinished business" (aka this fic). Tell me any ideas you have!***
Last time on 'NO ROOM FOR DOUBTS':
Suddenly, she felt Vegeta wrap his arms around her and pull her back into his embrace. Even though she was as tense as a board, Vegeta held her tightly as he stroked her back lightly. Although she just wanted to push him away, Vegeta's lulling movements were slowly putting her to sleep. She decided to stop struggling just for tonight and relaxed. Right when she was about to fall asleep, she heard the deep rumble of Vegeta's voice.
"Do you still hold doubts?"
Too tired to argue, Bulma simply replied, "No, I do not hold doubts, you arrogant bastard," right before they were both fast asleep.
~*~*~*~*~
Chapter 8: Love Begins with a Kiss
Bulma awoke the next day with a huge headache and a sharp pain between her legs. All of the memories of the day before suddenly came flooding back to her as she tried to bury her head in the pillow again, wishing that she could go back to sleep and wake up again to find this all a nightmare. But, it was not to be.
Rolling onto her side, Bulma noticed with joy that Vegeta was no longer in bed. 'And just how exactly am I supposed to look him in the eye again?' Bulma asked herself dryly. 'How am I even going to talk to him?' It would have been one thing if he had forced her and she had been miserable, but the painful truth was that she enjoyed it just as much as he did, and Vegeta knew it.
'How the hell could I have acted that way last night?' Bulma berated herself. She was not sure if she could ever forgive herself for succumbing to the enemy so easily.
"Man Bulma, you really are a little slut at heart," she mumbled dryly.
"Whatever your intimate activities were before yesterday, they had better cease unless you wish to be beaten black and blue and chained in the dungeon!"
Bulma let out a small squeak as she glanced towards the door to find that her husband has returned. Immediately her facial expression turned from surprise to anger.
"Hmph. Fancy that" she said sarcastically as she rolled out of bed. Vegeta frowned.
"And what exactly is that supposed to mean?" He demanced.
"Oh, nothing," Bulma stated as she took a step towards her wardrobe. "Just that-" Bulma broke off with a gasp as she suddenly found herself flung back onto her bed with her husband on top of her.
"Just what?" Vegeta asked in a deadly monotone. He smirked as he noticed his wife try to swallow down the lump of fear in her throat as she looked into his black orbs.
"N-nothing," she stuttered.
"Say it. Now!" Vegeta commanded in a harsh tone. An evil twinkle came to his eye as he started to run the tips of his fingers lightly up Bulma's arm. His actions were rewarded with an involuntary shudder from her.
"Nothing! I swear it! I was just trying to bait you! Let me go!" Following her plea, Bulma put her hands on Vegeta's shoulders and tried to push him off to no avail. Impatiently, Vegeta grabbed Bulma's hands, laced his fingers through her smaller ones, and pinned her hands to either side of her head.
"Have you slept with anyone else before?" Vegeta asked with vengeance in his voice. Bulma could not stand to look at him any longer. His eyes seemed to burn into her very being, seeing the hidden secrets that she kept within her. Bulma closed her eyes, turned her head, and gripped his hands in a death grip before answering.
"No," she whispered. Vegeta just continued to stare at her. Should he believe her? He knew that she had a 'boyfriend' or whatever word the pathetic humans used was. But was he her lover? No. After last night, he was sure that she had no lovers before him.
Even after his question was answered, Vegeta still continued to stare at her. How was it that she was so beautiful? He had never met any other being in the universe quite as shockingly beautiful as she. Her aqua-colored hair fell in soft waves down almost to the small of her back; it's silkiness and smoothness just begging to be touched. Vegeta couldn't help but wonder how many men had been driven crazy by the mere thought of blanketing themselves with her hair while touching her in a way only a lover would. Her eyes were a deep blue, shining in a different shade of blue depending on her mood. Vegeta had seen the passion shining from her eyes the night before, even though she had tried her best to conceal it and deny it herself.
Bulma did not know when she had opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him, but she suddenly found herself drowning in his deep ebonies. She was fascinated by them, for they were the only thing that seemed to show the true Vegeta. She knew that he had been through many hardships in his 22 years of life, more than any being should have to bear. Although he tried to blow it off and act as if it did not affect him in the least, Bulma knew that he was lying; she could see it in his eyes.
As the two newlyweds continued to drown in one another's eyes, Vegeta was unknowingly caressing Bulma's hand with his thumb, as his head was slowly lowering to meet hers. She closed her eyes and drew in a ragged breath just before his lips touched down on hers.
The kiss was so light that it felt like a feather. After letting his lips linger over hers for a bit, Vegeta slowly drew Bulma's bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on it. He was rewarded by his wife's low moan, almost laughing when he felt her unknowingly try to deepen the kiss. Granting her wish, he placed his lips back over hers and swept his tongue into his mouth.
Bulma gasped as his tongue invaded her mouth. She was not expecting such gentleness from such a tough creature. He kissed her with such tenderness that it made her want to cry. Slowly, Vegeta deepened the kiss as he felt her respond. Setting one of her hands free, he slowly and lightly trailed his fingertips up and down her arm, smirking to himself when he felt her shudder with desire.
Vegeta groaned into her mouth as he felt her respond more and more. Deepening the kiss even more, he recaptured her hand, pinning her to the bed. Even though almost all of Vegeta was screaming at him to rip his and her clothes off and take her then and there, he knew that he could not. Not only did he have a meeting, he also knew that she was way too sore from the previous night for another bout. Almost painfully, he broke off the kiss.
Bulma felt as if she was still floating on cloud nine when Vegeta broke off the kiss. She lay gasping for breath, slightly aware of the fact that he rested his head between her neck and shoulder to catch his breath. Not surprisingly, he caught his breath long before she did, so she was still panting when he raised his head to look down at her again. Bulma could not seem to help the way she suddenly felt embarrassed and vulnerable the way she was now. As they continued to stare and pant, Vegeta freed one of her hands to brush the hair away from her face, letting his fingers trail slowly over her face. For some reason, when he started to rise, Bulma suddenly felt unable to let him go, so she wound her free arm around his neck, burying her face in the crook of his neck as his breathing slowed. Vegeta released her other hand to try and pry her off of him, but when her other arm came around his neck to cling to him, he simply wrapped his arms around her waist, rolled to the side, and held her.
Bulma did not know why but she felt oddly safe in his arms, like no one or thing could get to her. She was surprised on how right she felt in his arms. As she hid her face from him and the rest of the world, she breathed in his masculine scent.
The Saiyan king continued to hold his bride and stroke her hair gently until he felt her grip on him go lax a bit. When it did so, he slowly and carefully unwound himself from her arms.
"Princess, I must go."
"Where?" she asked while looking at him with a look that made Vegeta's loins tightened.
"Business," was all he said. Giving her another quick kiss on the forehead, he stood up and cleared his throat.
"There is a banquet tonight at 2000 hours [8:00pm]. I expect you to be dressed and ready to go at 1930 hours [7:30pm]." Bulma suddenly felt the anger swelling in her again as his words were spoken. How dare he continue to boss her around like that? However, Vegeta simply just turned and walked out of the room.
Sighing, Bulma rolled out of bed and headed to the shower.
***I swear to God, I read way too many romance novels (or "sex books" as my friends like to call them!), especially since I get all these reviews saying how people love my lemons!! ::Shakes her head: I am such a dork. Did ya'll like it? OK, I know I've said this for the past 2 chapters, but here we go again: This is the last pre-written chapter I have. I've started to write the 9th chapter but it's not that far along. I have no idea where the story is going to go from here since I had not planned on finishing it; however, Shigasu and I made a deal, so I decided to attend to "unfinished business" (aka this fic). Tell me any ideas you have!***
