Hiya, I'm back… I hope this is a good chapter. I'm on pain medication because I just had my wisdom teeth out. It makes me very loopy. And I now look like a chipmunk storing nuts for the winter.
Enough about me… on with the story…
Warning: Lemon
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CH 9
The sun shone through Bulma's blue curtains and lit up her face. She wasn't too happy about it either. She rolled over and covered her head with a pillow making sure to kick the hard lump that had been holding her hostage. It groaned and squirmed. She jumped up and almost screamed. She forgot she had a bedmate.
"Good Kami woman, get your icy feet off of me!" The lump voiced rather loudly for this early in the morning. Bulma jumped again and realized her feet were on his calves. Vegeta squirmed trying to pull away.
"Sorry 'Geta," Bulma whispered pulling her feet away and rolling over again, " Shouldn't you be training all ready?"
He just rolled over and grumbled.
"I'm not that bad to sleep with am I?" Bulma squeaked. The lump only grunted.
Mrs. Briefs pranced happily up the stairs to wake up her daughter. Bulma had always been a late sleeper so she thought nothing of it. She gently knocked on the door and said, "Bulma, your breakfast is ready. And if you see our handsome houseguest tell him his breakfast is waiting too."
She put her ear to the door to see if her daughter had heard. All she could hear was miscellaneous shuffling around and grunting. She smiled and pranced down stairs.
Bulma enjoyed the water spraying down on to her shoulders. She had the water as hot as she could stand it and steam enveloped the room. Vegeta sat on her bed waiting for his turn. ::Blasted woman is using all the hot water:: He scowled to himself. He had voluntarily let her have the shower first.
"Okay 'Geta. Your turn," Bulma said as she came out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel. Vegeta just stared. He could see the moisture still present on her body and a good amount of cleavage from the tiny towel. Bulma could see Vegeta's eyes moving up and down her body.
"Vegeta?" She whispered as she noticed his eyes burning with something besides anger and malice. His eyes fastened on hers. She could see the lust and need behind them and wondered what he was seeing behind her eyes. He just burrowed into her with his gaze. She felt her body start to heat up and ache.
Suddenly Vegeta shook his head violently like he was shaking away thoughts and brushed past her into the bathroom. Bulma hurried to find the most modest outfit she had.
"Good morning dear sleep well?" Mrs. Briefs asked as Bulma wondered down to breakfast. Her eyes went wide as she saw Yamcha sitting at the table.
"I slept fine Mom," Bulma said and then turned to Yamcha, "What the hell do you think you're doing here?"
"Now Bulma, be nice. He's our guest and he brought flowers," Mrs. Briefs giggled.
"Gee how exciting. Now answer my question Yamcha," Bulma spoke.
"I wanted to say I was sorry for the way I jumped down your throat yesterday." Yamcha smiled his Casanova smile, " and wanted to apologize for not trusting you. I love you and need you. I want you back."
Part of Bulma was touched and part of her was disgusted. As she looked at Yamcha she couldn't believe she had dated him for so long. She may be lonely but she wasn't desperate.
"Sorry, Yamcha I meant what I said when I said I wanted to break up. I'm not going back. What ever we had may have worked when we were kids, but it's not enough now," Bulma finished her little speech just as Vegeta decided to make his grand entrance.
"Good morning Vegeta. Your breakfast is ready," Mrs. Briefs spoke as she brought out several heaping plates of food.
He grunted in reply and scowled at Yamcha, " What's the weakling doing here?"
"It's none of your business 'Geta," Bulma said through gritted teeth.
"I have a right to talk to my girlfriend don't I? I have a right to know what crawled up her butt to make her this unreasonable," Yamcha scowled right back even though it came out as more of a whimper.
Bulma's eyes narrowed into slits, her face flushed, and her hands balled into fists.
"What crawled up my butt, Yamcha? How about, where your butt's been? I know about Sheela, Wanda, Mary, and Brigette. And I bet there's more where they came from. You don't need me and I don't want your sorry ass. So what's the point of dating…" She hissed through clenched teeth, "I tried to break everything off nicely, but you just insist on doing things the hard way…"
Yamcha had stood up and started to back away as Bulma turned on him. Vegeta just watched amazed at Bulma's tenacity. She wanted Yamcha gone; so, she was going to see that it happened. Vegeta smirked as Yamcha fell out the door backwards and took off on a dead run to his car. The smirk disappeared as he looked back at Bulma. She was now hunched over tears threatening her eyes, and she looked just emotionally exhausted.
" Bulma, dear?," Mrs. Briefs asked as got closer and wrapped her arms around her daughter. Bulma cried her heart out to her mother and Vegeta just watched.
He never understood the emotions behind her outbursts. Sure he had anger, jealousy, rage, hate, and sorrow. But none of those would drive him to cry over the loss of a cheating no-good weakling. Bulma did however, and it intrigued him. She could care, worry, and fuss about people; he never could. Granted, he was never allowed because he was the prince. Maybe, he'd try to learn about this compassion the woman had. It could be what triggered Kakarot's transformation. ::The big moron did say his friends' deaths and his love for them sent him over the edge:: Vegeta got up and headed to his GR to train and clear his thoughts.
That night Bulma collapsed into bed thoroughly exhausted. She had kicked Yamcha out, cried a few hours, worked on a new invention, and updated some training bots. ::damn, I forgot Vegeta's room:: Bulma rubbed her head when she realized she'd have a bedmate again. ::Well at least he won't come in for a few more hours.:: Bulma let herself go to sleep.
She grumbled as something poked her in the side. Her eyes flickered open to find a pair of obsidian ones staring into hers.
" What do you want 'Geta?" Bulma grumbled.
"What does compassion feel like?" Vegeta mumbled.
Bulma blinked a few times, "What do you mean?"
"I mean what does it feel like to receive it and give it?" Vegeta answered. He had the same puzzled look he had had the other night when she had accused him of taunting her.
"I don't know. It's being selfless and it gives you a warm feeling in the pit of your stomach. When you receive it, I guess it makes you feel like some one cares and you're not alone," Bulma shrugged at his still confused expression, "I have a real hard time believing no one has ever done anything nice for you or that you've never done anything nice for anyone else."
"If I ever tried to help people they ended up dead. If people ever tried to help me they ended up dead. I stopped caring about people and kept my distance, so no one else would have to die because of compassion. And yet what I had to stay away from, helped Kakarot become the Legendry. It's at the tip of my fingers and yet I just can't quite reach," Vegeta spoke more to himself then Bulma.
"You'll be a super Sayain 'Geta. It just takes time," She found herself scooting closer. She brushed her fingers down the side of his face. His skin was warm and smooth, "Did you shave?"
"Yes," He mumbled and pulled her fingers away. He was surprised as her fingers wrapped around his.
"Don't let it bother you 'Geta," Bulma whispered, "Don't get impatient. I know you'll be a super Sayain. You'll be unbelievably powerful even Goku will be surprised."
Vegeta's eyes had become incredibly soft and his breathing incredibly relaxed, " You even show me compassion."
Bulma smiled, "It's more then compassion on my part Vegeta." She couldn't believe she had just said that. He met her eyes and rubbed her fingers. It seemed to be an extremely tender gesture for such a cold rough man. He averted his eyes and then brought them back. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out.
Bulma smiled and scooted closer, so that her nose touched his, " Vegeta, you'll need more then compassion to be a super Sayain. You need to learn to be selfless, courageous, and passionate. And you already have two of the three."
Bulma smiled and reached her open hand around to the side of his face. She felt like she needed to touch him; to show him what compassion and love really were.
Vegeta let go of her hand and pulled her body closer. Bulma wrapped her other arm around his neck and pulled him in for a long passion filled kiss. When they separated they couldn't help but stare at each other.
"Let me teach you compassion and love 'Geta," Bulma whispered. She tipped her head up and took his lips again. She needed this as much as he did even if it was only for this night. Their bodies crashed together and all inhibitions left. All either cared about was coming together and it felt right.
Bulma groaned as Vegeta ran his hands up and down her body learning her every curve. He sucked on her neck and she curved to give him better access. Vegeta then proceeded to move down. Her nighty quickly left her body.
His warm wet mouth was driving Bulma crazy. She could have sworn he tasted every bit of her body and left her thrashing in the throws of passion. Vegeta seemed to sense her need and hovered over her taking in her appearance.
"Kami, you're beautiful," Vegeta whispered catching her lips briefly. He settled his body over hers and continued, " and passionate. And a hell of a lot smarter then me. Teach me what I need to know to be a super Sayain.." Bulma smiled against his lips.
"Thank you 'Geta. I will try," She whispered and ground against him letting him know what she wanted. He complied and two people became one and a rhythm as old as time began.
Whooo… I finished this chapter. I do better graphic lemons…So I know this one sucked, but FF.Net is a little too picky so I decided to play it safe. Until next time…
Enough about me… on with the story…
Warning: Lemon
::thoughts::
CH 9
The sun shone through Bulma's blue curtains and lit up her face. She wasn't too happy about it either. She rolled over and covered her head with a pillow making sure to kick the hard lump that had been holding her hostage. It groaned and squirmed. She jumped up and almost screamed. She forgot she had a bedmate.
"Good Kami woman, get your icy feet off of me!" The lump voiced rather loudly for this early in the morning. Bulma jumped again and realized her feet were on his calves. Vegeta squirmed trying to pull away.
"Sorry 'Geta," Bulma whispered pulling her feet away and rolling over again, " Shouldn't you be training all ready?"
He just rolled over and grumbled.
"I'm not that bad to sleep with am I?" Bulma squeaked. The lump only grunted.
Mrs. Briefs pranced happily up the stairs to wake up her daughter. Bulma had always been a late sleeper so she thought nothing of it. She gently knocked on the door and said, "Bulma, your breakfast is ready. And if you see our handsome houseguest tell him his breakfast is waiting too."
She put her ear to the door to see if her daughter had heard. All she could hear was miscellaneous shuffling around and grunting. She smiled and pranced down stairs.
Bulma enjoyed the water spraying down on to her shoulders. She had the water as hot as she could stand it and steam enveloped the room. Vegeta sat on her bed waiting for his turn. ::Blasted woman is using all the hot water:: He scowled to himself. He had voluntarily let her have the shower first.
"Okay 'Geta. Your turn," Bulma said as she came out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel. Vegeta just stared. He could see the moisture still present on her body and a good amount of cleavage from the tiny towel. Bulma could see Vegeta's eyes moving up and down her body.
"Vegeta?" She whispered as she noticed his eyes burning with something besides anger and malice. His eyes fastened on hers. She could see the lust and need behind them and wondered what he was seeing behind her eyes. He just burrowed into her with his gaze. She felt her body start to heat up and ache.
Suddenly Vegeta shook his head violently like he was shaking away thoughts and brushed past her into the bathroom. Bulma hurried to find the most modest outfit she had.
"Good morning dear sleep well?" Mrs. Briefs asked as Bulma wondered down to breakfast. Her eyes went wide as she saw Yamcha sitting at the table.
"I slept fine Mom," Bulma said and then turned to Yamcha, "What the hell do you think you're doing here?"
"Now Bulma, be nice. He's our guest and he brought flowers," Mrs. Briefs giggled.
"Gee how exciting. Now answer my question Yamcha," Bulma spoke.
"I wanted to say I was sorry for the way I jumped down your throat yesterday." Yamcha smiled his Casanova smile, " and wanted to apologize for not trusting you. I love you and need you. I want you back."
Part of Bulma was touched and part of her was disgusted. As she looked at Yamcha she couldn't believe she had dated him for so long. She may be lonely but she wasn't desperate.
"Sorry, Yamcha I meant what I said when I said I wanted to break up. I'm not going back. What ever we had may have worked when we were kids, but it's not enough now," Bulma finished her little speech just as Vegeta decided to make his grand entrance.
"Good morning Vegeta. Your breakfast is ready," Mrs. Briefs spoke as she brought out several heaping plates of food.
He grunted in reply and scowled at Yamcha, " What's the weakling doing here?"
"It's none of your business 'Geta," Bulma said through gritted teeth.
"I have a right to talk to my girlfriend don't I? I have a right to know what crawled up her butt to make her this unreasonable," Yamcha scowled right back even though it came out as more of a whimper.
Bulma's eyes narrowed into slits, her face flushed, and her hands balled into fists.
"What crawled up my butt, Yamcha? How about, where your butt's been? I know about Sheela, Wanda, Mary, and Brigette. And I bet there's more where they came from. You don't need me and I don't want your sorry ass. So what's the point of dating…" She hissed through clenched teeth, "I tried to break everything off nicely, but you just insist on doing things the hard way…"
Yamcha had stood up and started to back away as Bulma turned on him. Vegeta just watched amazed at Bulma's tenacity. She wanted Yamcha gone; so, she was going to see that it happened. Vegeta smirked as Yamcha fell out the door backwards and took off on a dead run to his car. The smirk disappeared as he looked back at Bulma. She was now hunched over tears threatening her eyes, and she looked just emotionally exhausted.
" Bulma, dear?," Mrs. Briefs asked as got closer and wrapped her arms around her daughter. Bulma cried her heart out to her mother and Vegeta just watched.
He never understood the emotions behind her outbursts. Sure he had anger, jealousy, rage, hate, and sorrow. But none of those would drive him to cry over the loss of a cheating no-good weakling. Bulma did however, and it intrigued him. She could care, worry, and fuss about people; he never could. Granted, he was never allowed because he was the prince. Maybe, he'd try to learn about this compassion the woman had. It could be what triggered Kakarot's transformation. ::The big moron did say his friends' deaths and his love for them sent him over the edge:: Vegeta got up and headed to his GR to train and clear his thoughts.
That night Bulma collapsed into bed thoroughly exhausted. She had kicked Yamcha out, cried a few hours, worked on a new invention, and updated some training bots. ::damn, I forgot Vegeta's room:: Bulma rubbed her head when she realized she'd have a bedmate again. ::Well at least he won't come in for a few more hours.:: Bulma let herself go to sleep.
She grumbled as something poked her in the side. Her eyes flickered open to find a pair of obsidian ones staring into hers.
" What do you want 'Geta?" Bulma grumbled.
"What does compassion feel like?" Vegeta mumbled.
Bulma blinked a few times, "What do you mean?"
"I mean what does it feel like to receive it and give it?" Vegeta answered. He had the same puzzled look he had had the other night when she had accused him of taunting her.
"I don't know. It's being selfless and it gives you a warm feeling in the pit of your stomach. When you receive it, I guess it makes you feel like some one cares and you're not alone," Bulma shrugged at his still confused expression, "I have a real hard time believing no one has ever done anything nice for you or that you've never done anything nice for anyone else."
"If I ever tried to help people they ended up dead. If people ever tried to help me they ended up dead. I stopped caring about people and kept my distance, so no one else would have to die because of compassion. And yet what I had to stay away from, helped Kakarot become the Legendry. It's at the tip of my fingers and yet I just can't quite reach," Vegeta spoke more to himself then Bulma.
"You'll be a super Sayain 'Geta. It just takes time," She found herself scooting closer. She brushed her fingers down the side of his face. His skin was warm and smooth, "Did you shave?"
"Yes," He mumbled and pulled her fingers away. He was surprised as her fingers wrapped around his.
"Don't let it bother you 'Geta," Bulma whispered, "Don't get impatient. I know you'll be a super Sayain. You'll be unbelievably powerful even Goku will be surprised."
Vegeta's eyes had become incredibly soft and his breathing incredibly relaxed, " You even show me compassion."
Bulma smiled, "It's more then compassion on my part Vegeta." She couldn't believe she had just said that. He met her eyes and rubbed her fingers. It seemed to be an extremely tender gesture for such a cold rough man. He averted his eyes and then brought them back. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out.
Bulma smiled and scooted closer, so that her nose touched his, " Vegeta, you'll need more then compassion to be a super Sayain. You need to learn to be selfless, courageous, and passionate. And you already have two of the three."
Bulma smiled and reached her open hand around to the side of his face. She felt like she needed to touch him; to show him what compassion and love really were.
Vegeta let go of her hand and pulled her body closer. Bulma wrapped her other arm around his neck and pulled him in for a long passion filled kiss. When they separated they couldn't help but stare at each other.
"Let me teach you compassion and love 'Geta," Bulma whispered. She tipped her head up and took his lips again. She needed this as much as he did even if it was only for this night. Their bodies crashed together and all inhibitions left. All either cared about was coming together and it felt right.
Bulma groaned as Vegeta ran his hands up and down her body learning her every curve. He sucked on her neck and she curved to give him better access. Vegeta then proceeded to move down. Her nighty quickly left her body.
His warm wet mouth was driving Bulma crazy. She could have sworn he tasted every bit of her body and left her thrashing in the throws of passion. Vegeta seemed to sense her need and hovered over her taking in her appearance.
"Kami, you're beautiful," Vegeta whispered catching her lips briefly. He settled his body over hers and continued, " and passionate. And a hell of a lot smarter then me. Teach me what I need to know to be a super Sayain.." Bulma smiled against his lips.
"Thank you 'Geta. I will try," She whispered and ground against him letting him know what she wanted. He complied and two people became one and a rhythm as old as time began.
Whooo… I finished this chapter. I do better graphic lemons…So I know this one sucked, but FF.Net is a little too picky so I decided to play it safe. Until next time…
