Disclaimer: Mwhahahahah! I do own DBZ! *Gets beat by several large DBZ owners * Maybe not! No I don't own it. But you already knew that, didn't you.
Sorry it took so long to get this out. I've just been so busy. Finals, homework, horses, gardening, and what not. Hey, I have a busy life. And now I have a two year old colt I have to train. 'o'; I already have most of the next chapter wrote. So it shouldn't take too long to write. So don't hurt me!!! Remember, read and review, or else! J/K!
Chapter 18 (That many already?): Lost Your Marbles!
He found her in the lab working on an invention. Already she had grease and oil on her as she mercilessly ripped apart the machine. Most likely releasing some of her frustrations on the machine since she couldn't do it on him.
"Stupid baka and his stupid hormones. Always bathing my house with testosterone." Yep, exactly what she was doing. "I let him in my house, feed him, and put up with his arrogant self and what does he do? Attacks my guest!"
He smirked as he stalked closer. Silly little onna, talking to herself again. She let out a frustrated growl and threw the offending part behind her. Vegeta dodged it easily and stood behind her. Bulma had the feeling she was being watched. She turned around to face the intruder. She was surprised by the look in his eyes. He pulled her closer and gently kissed her. Vegeta gentle? That's something you don't see everyday. He seemed hesitant, as if he wasn't sure if he should continue or not. She could see the unsurity in his eyes. She kissed him, eventually gained access to his mouth. Vegeta slowly reacted back, all thoughts of angering her gone. He pulled away a little and he looked into her eyes and was instantly lost in them. Everything phased out at that instant and the rest of the night went by in a blur.
She woke up in his arms, feeling peaceful and content. She turned over to look at him, finding him already awake and looking at her with an unreadable expression on his face. Was he having regrets? She hoped not. She didn't have any, unless he did. She sighed and looked back up at him. He was gorgeous; there was no way to get around that. And he was hers. She gently stroked his hair, still amazed at its soft and silky texture. How in the world did it stand straight up? He purred gently, enjoying the feeling of her hands in his hair. He had never felt so safe and peaceful in all of his life. He wondered when he had started to have feelings for the bijin. Namek maybe? He wasn't sure.
A buzzer sounded, making Bulma jump and Vegeta growl. Bulma wiggled out of his embrace. She pushed the intercom button.
"Hello?"
"Hey Bulma, can Vegeta come out and spar?" Goku's now tinny voice begged. Bulma had to smile, especially when she felt Vegeta's hot breath on her neck.
"You have to ask him, I'm not his mother or master." Bulma said jokingly. For some reason she felt happy.
"Tell the third class baka I'll be out," Vegeta growled.
"I gather you heard him. He'll be down in a couple."
"Umm…Bulma, why is Vegeta in your room?" Bulma froze. What to say? She had to thing of something quick. Please Kami, give me an idea! Thank you!
"Ummm…He came up to tell me…umm…that I needed to…make breakfast! Right Vegeta?" She said the last part in a hinting tone.
"Whatever woman."
Vegeta went off to retrieve his clothing that was strewn across the room. Bulma followed suite. Bulma blushed as Vegeta made a show of getting dressed. Cute butt! Oooooh he is so sexy! Were a few of the milder thoughts going through Bulma's mind at that moment. After he got dressed and left to go spar, Bulma finished dressing. Bulma looked up at the clock.
"Holy kuso! Ten hours! Nick should be ready to come out. He'll be pickled. Hopefully he's still asleep." She didn't feel like explaining her extended absence to him, especially after what happened to him. She quickly got dressed in a T-shirt and overalls and went into her emergency "instant beautifying machine". She stepped in and out in less than thirty seconds she came out the dazzling goddess we know and love. I'm a genius!
She ran down to the medical lab. As she walked in she could see that Nick was wide-awake. Shitmatta! He had and odd expression on his face. She instantly went to work on getting him out. He jumped out and looked back at the healing machine.
"What is that?"
"It heals you. That's why you're not dead right now." Nick scowled and nodded in understanding.
"What took you so long?" Bulma knew this was coming, but her reaction was different than the one she had attempted to cultivate.
"Why do I have to explain myself?" Nick looked at her slight surprise.
"No." Bulma controlled her temper.
"Oh, sorry. I'm a little stressed right now. So how do you feel? And what were you and Vegeta fighting about anyway?" Nick looked up at her; his face had a wary look to it.
"You. He didn't want me near you. I told you he wanted you. He thinks I'm competition." Bulma looked a little taken back, which was then replaced with a little embarrassment.
"Oh well, you don't have to worry about that anymore. It's taken care of." Nick's jaw dropped as the meaning of those words sunk in. So he had been right.
Both sensed a presence and turned to see Krillian's head peeking around the door. Once he was spotted he moved out into the open.
"Bulma, Nick, come quick! Dende wants us!"
"Dende?" Nick echoed.
"Yeah…umm…how are we going to…?" Suddenly strong arms wrapped around her waist and lifted her up. She was jetted through the house and out into the sky. Vegeta had picked her up and now was flying her to Kami's tower. She wrapped her arms around his muscular neck and cuddled up to him. She could learn to like this.
"Woman, get your bony elbows out of my chest!"
Maybe not. "They are not bony!" All she received was a 'hmph'. Soon they were there, greeted by the rest of the gang. She was also greeted by the sight of a very beat up Chaotzu and an ailing Tien with Dende bent over healing him. Vegeta landed and dropped Bulma to the ground. She got up, rubbing her sore rear and scowling at the arrogant prince.
"Jerk!" He smirked. She turned and put her attention on the rest of the group. Krillian landed beside them, gently putting Nick on his feet.
Dende stoop up, hesitant to speak.
"What happened?" Bulma questioned. The now healed spoke up.
"We were attacked by huge wolves. Next thing I knew I was seeing black! I think they took the Dragonball."
"I couldn't find it anywhere. Where'd you hide it?" Yamcha queried.
"In the giant sand dune."
"Well, I blast all the dunes, I still didn't find it."
"So we can gather it's gone and Lupine now has it. So as long as he doesn't get the other six we're fine." Bulma commented.
"Five." Roshi said.
"Five? What do you mean five." Bulma questioned with some temper flaring.
"A bunch of wolves took mine and all of my magazines!" Both Master Roshi and Oolong burst out into tears. Everyone looked over at the perverts with great disdain.
"So they have two. Great. Now we only have five. Better than one. Maybe we should guard them together. They're somehow finding out where we are."
"He is probably telling him where these weaklings are." Vegeta said while eyeing Nick.
"HE was in the regen tank after you pummeled him to the brink of death. I don't seriously think that he would be able to tell anyone where anyone is in his former condition you baka!" Everyone took a step back, knowing Bulma's temper well enough to know that they didn't want to be too close.
"Anyway, if we're together we can keep a better watch and it'll be easier to ward off an attack if they do so. Capsule Corp. has enough room for you all and I can put up a couple of gravity machines. What do you say? Together we stand, divided we fall." Everyone sweat-dropped. "I've always wanted to say that!" Bulma said cheerfully.
I attempted to write a lemon, but was unsatisfied. I've been ruined by B-chan and several other lemon writers. I'll never be satisfied.
