Chapter Four
a/n: Well, thanks for the reviews peoples! ^_^ I thought i'd get a move onto the next scene, am glad you've liked what you've read so far and thanks for checking out the other fics i uploaded as well. Well, if you want lemon i'll give you it but we'll both just have to wait and see what i manage to type up in the next thirty minutes. Enjoy!
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Vegeta felt rather stupid sitting outside of his new home, perched uncomfortably on the front doorstep. He had forgotten that he had left the keys with Bulma and he couldn't get inside with Mr and Mrs Breifs being away for the next two days. He pouted angrily, blasted woman, he thought to himself. A red convertible pulled up infront of him off the road, and to his dismay it wasn't Bulma, in fact, it was possibly the last person he'd ever wanted to see ever again for the rest of his miserable life on this miserable mud ball of a planet. Yamcha hopped out his car energetically, clutching a large bouquet of red and white roses, he was dressed well in a light brown suit and his hair was cut trim and spikey, remarkably similar to Vegeta's own style.
Yamcha raced up the footpath, ignoring Vegeta and impatiently pressed the doorbell repeatedly.
"Nobody's home" Vegeta grunted, refusing to look up at his lowly competitor, his eyes shifting towards another car that also pulled up in front the Capsule Corportation complex. Yamcha, still ignoring Vegeta raced over in a hurry to greet Bulma, who's face was tear-streaked and looking rather sad and dissapointed. Yamcha slowed down, perhaps now wasn't such a good time to tell her he was getting engaged to his latest girlfriend, news that could wait for later. He looked at the flowers he held, looked at Bulma then looked over his shoulder at Vegeta and tried to fit the peices together, gathering that the pair had had a fight over something and that perhaps he could do a little something to help them out, the last person he ever wanted to anger was the mighty prince. He handed the roses to Bulma, "here..." he offered, his voice almost choked under the pressure of the sensitive situation.
Bulma wiped away a few tears from her face, " what's this for?" She gazed up at Yamcha. Yamcha once again looked over his shoulder at Vegeta and knew that the prince was watching them closely. He turned his attention back to Bulma.
"Vegeta wanted me to give these to you. He must have bought them on the way home or something. I was...uh... just dropping by to see how you're doing but it looks like everything is okay so...i'll...uh...see you later!" Yamcha smiled half-heartedly and then walked back over to Vegeta, the prince couldn't believe what he had just heard. Yamcha winked, "now, just go along with it, okay?" Vegeta nodded in agreement, completely lost for wards and watched Yamcha hurry back to his car and drove off down the road. His eyes were drawn slowly back to Bulma who's face was suddenly lit up with a beautiful smile that made the prince's heart feel slightly warm, but, he was probably the most stubborn man in the universe and was garanteed to stuff everything up. Bulma walked over to Vegeta and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him gently on his forehead, "thankyou..." she whispered and sighed, her breath was warm and it caressed the prince's skin like silk, sending a shiver down his spine.
" For what?" He pulled her arms off him and stood up, his arms crossed and his legs spread slightly apart, standing in a rather defensive confrontational stance. He eyed her thoughtfully and noticed how she hugged the roses protectively.
"For the flowers, silly!" She laughed, moving her body closer to Vegeta. Vegeta could feel his heart beating faster but had to control himself, he wouldn't start anything with the woman with the help of that pathetic man Yamcha.
"The flowers were..." Vegeta began but he couldn't finish, Bulma's lips were upon his own and for a moment he found himself lost in her sensitive touch, her sweet glorious scent. Her eyes were gently closed but his were open, he looked upon her as though she were but an angel and he felt his heart race, but she had to know. He held her arms and pushed her gently away.
"I was saying the flowers were from Yamcha, i was just sitting out here because i was locked out when Yamcha pulled up. He must have guessed we had a fight or something and made up that ridculous lie! All that man ever did was lie!" Vegeta turned away, "but, still...i wish i had got you some...i like you, you know...." his voice was quiet and coarse, he wanted her to hear what he said, and at the same time he didn't. Bulma remained silent, blinking in amazement, sorting out in her head what Vegeta had just admitted to her. She chose to say nothing and unlocked the front door to the house and let herself in, she felt heated tears swelling up in her eyes and thought it best to hurry up to her room to sort out all the rampaging thoughts that were filling up her already distressed mind. Vegeta gazed at her longingily and also walked inside.
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Bulma cleared up her face, staring aimlessly at the mirror in her room. Despite of what she had done, Vegeta had told her the truth and as much as he knew it would hurt her he still did it. He was an honest man, never could she recall having him ever lie to her, sure she was teased a lot by his arrogant way but perhaps there was more to him than she thought. Surely he was loyal, honest and proud, strong and courageous, qualities that sounded more attractive the more she thought about it. She curled some hair around her finger as she thought more. She remembered how she felt when she had kissed him, the pair had frozen together in that beautiful moment, lost in desire and lust, not caring about anything else but the sensation that raced throuhg their bodies as their lips touched. Bulma sighed, Vegeta had the courage to tell her the truth, perhaps she should offer him a chance. She turned to leave her room when she found Vegeta leaning against the door opening, his eyes fixed on the floor, refusing to look up at her.
"Vegeta?" Her voice was soft and tender. Vegeta did not move but his eyes shifted up at her, they were innocent and confused.
"I don't know what it is i'm suppose to do, woman." He said, and then his eyes returned to looking at the floor, his heart felt heavy with desire but he had to fight it, it seemed as though she was still angry with him and perhaps she had every right to be, he was acting childish at the shopping mall but he didn't do it on purpose, he was a little unstable when it came to being socialable and he found it difficult to associate with others in public places, humans were very different than saiyans and he was slowly finding himself in unkown territory on this planet andhaving Bulma at his side to show him around was a comfort that he could not afford to lose and if getting physically close to her would push her away further then he could definately not allow himself to do that.
"You think i do? One minute we're yelling at each other and i find you to be the most annoying person i have ever met and i can't get any further away from you than i would like and then a few minutes later i can't imagine being with anyone else but you. I'm as clueless as you" Bulma replied, walking up to him and resting her hand on his shoulder. Vegeta pushed it off and left her be, heading downstairs towards the gravity chamber. Confronttation with her would have to wait for another time.
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a/n: I know, it's taking a while for the lemon scenes to come but the story and characters are developing nicely. I'm trying to capture Vegeta's personality when nobody else is around but Bulma which is hard to do because no one has ever seen that in the tv show. Oh well, i can only try and use my imagination. I'm off to work now, hoped you liked this chapter and don't forget to review. Thankies!
a/n: Well, thanks for the reviews peoples! ^_^ I thought i'd get a move onto the next scene, am glad you've liked what you've read so far and thanks for checking out the other fics i uploaded as well. Well, if you want lemon i'll give you it but we'll both just have to wait and see what i manage to type up in the next thirty minutes. Enjoy!
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Vegeta felt rather stupid sitting outside of his new home, perched uncomfortably on the front doorstep. He had forgotten that he had left the keys with Bulma and he couldn't get inside with Mr and Mrs Breifs being away for the next two days. He pouted angrily, blasted woman, he thought to himself. A red convertible pulled up infront of him off the road, and to his dismay it wasn't Bulma, in fact, it was possibly the last person he'd ever wanted to see ever again for the rest of his miserable life on this miserable mud ball of a planet. Yamcha hopped out his car energetically, clutching a large bouquet of red and white roses, he was dressed well in a light brown suit and his hair was cut trim and spikey, remarkably similar to Vegeta's own style.
Yamcha raced up the footpath, ignoring Vegeta and impatiently pressed the doorbell repeatedly.
"Nobody's home" Vegeta grunted, refusing to look up at his lowly competitor, his eyes shifting towards another car that also pulled up in front the Capsule Corportation complex. Yamcha, still ignoring Vegeta raced over in a hurry to greet Bulma, who's face was tear-streaked and looking rather sad and dissapointed. Yamcha slowed down, perhaps now wasn't such a good time to tell her he was getting engaged to his latest girlfriend, news that could wait for later. He looked at the flowers he held, looked at Bulma then looked over his shoulder at Vegeta and tried to fit the peices together, gathering that the pair had had a fight over something and that perhaps he could do a little something to help them out, the last person he ever wanted to anger was the mighty prince. He handed the roses to Bulma, "here..." he offered, his voice almost choked under the pressure of the sensitive situation.
Bulma wiped away a few tears from her face, " what's this for?" She gazed up at Yamcha. Yamcha once again looked over his shoulder at Vegeta and knew that the prince was watching them closely. He turned his attention back to Bulma.
"Vegeta wanted me to give these to you. He must have bought them on the way home or something. I was...uh... just dropping by to see how you're doing but it looks like everything is okay so...i'll...uh...see you later!" Yamcha smiled half-heartedly and then walked back over to Vegeta, the prince couldn't believe what he had just heard. Yamcha winked, "now, just go along with it, okay?" Vegeta nodded in agreement, completely lost for wards and watched Yamcha hurry back to his car and drove off down the road. His eyes were drawn slowly back to Bulma who's face was suddenly lit up with a beautiful smile that made the prince's heart feel slightly warm, but, he was probably the most stubborn man in the universe and was garanteed to stuff everything up. Bulma walked over to Vegeta and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him gently on his forehead, "thankyou..." she whispered and sighed, her breath was warm and it caressed the prince's skin like silk, sending a shiver down his spine.
" For what?" He pulled her arms off him and stood up, his arms crossed and his legs spread slightly apart, standing in a rather defensive confrontational stance. He eyed her thoughtfully and noticed how she hugged the roses protectively.
"For the flowers, silly!" She laughed, moving her body closer to Vegeta. Vegeta could feel his heart beating faster but had to control himself, he wouldn't start anything with the woman with the help of that pathetic man Yamcha.
"The flowers were..." Vegeta began but he couldn't finish, Bulma's lips were upon his own and for a moment he found himself lost in her sensitive touch, her sweet glorious scent. Her eyes were gently closed but his were open, he looked upon her as though she were but an angel and he felt his heart race, but she had to know. He held her arms and pushed her gently away.
"I was saying the flowers were from Yamcha, i was just sitting out here because i was locked out when Yamcha pulled up. He must have guessed we had a fight or something and made up that ridculous lie! All that man ever did was lie!" Vegeta turned away, "but, still...i wish i had got you some...i like you, you know...." his voice was quiet and coarse, he wanted her to hear what he said, and at the same time he didn't. Bulma remained silent, blinking in amazement, sorting out in her head what Vegeta had just admitted to her. She chose to say nothing and unlocked the front door to the house and let herself in, she felt heated tears swelling up in her eyes and thought it best to hurry up to her room to sort out all the rampaging thoughts that were filling up her already distressed mind. Vegeta gazed at her longingily and also walked inside.
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Bulma cleared up her face, staring aimlessly at the mirror in her room. Despite of what she had done, Vegeta had told her the truth and as much as he knew it would hurt her he still did it. He was an honest man, never could she recall having him ever lie to her, sure she was teased a lot by his arrogant way but perhaps there was more to him than she thought. Surely he was loyal, honest and proud, strong and courageous, qualities that sounded more attractive the more she thought about it. She curled some hair around her finger as she thought more. She remembered how she felt when she had kissed him, the pair had frozen together in that beautiful moment, lost in desire and lust, not caring about anything else but the sensation that raced throuhg their bodies as their lips touched. Bulma sighed, Vegeta had the courage to tell her the truth, perhaps she should offer him a chance. She turned to leave her room when she found Vegeta leaning against the door opening, his eyes fixed on the floor, refusing to look up at her.
"Vegeta?" Her voice was soft and tender. Vegeta did not move but his eyes shifted up at her, they were innocent and confused.
"I don't know what it is i'm suppose to do, woman." He said, and then his eyes returned to looking at the floor, his heart felt heavy with desire but he had to fight it, it seemed as though she was still angry with him and perhaps she had every right to be, he was acting childish at the shopping mall but he didn't do it on purpose, he was a little unstable when it came to being socialable and he found it difficult to associate with others in public places, humans were very different than saiyans and he was slowly finding himself in unkown territory on this planet andhaving Bulma at his side to show him around was a comfort that he could not afford to lose and if getting physically close to her would push her away further then he could definately not allow himself to do that.
"You think i do? One minute we're yelling at each other and i find you to be the most annoying person i have ever met and i can't get any further away from you than i would like and then a few minutes later i can't imagine being with anyone else but you. I'm as clueless as you" Bulma replied, walking up to him and resting her hand on his shoulder. Vegeta pushed it off and left her be, heading downstairs towards the gravity chamber. Confronttation with her would have to wait for another time.
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a/n: I know, it's taking a while for the lemon scenes to come but the story and characters are developing nicely. I'm trying to capture Vegeta's personality when nobody else is around but Bulma which is hard to do because no one has ever seen that in the tv show. Oh well, i can only try and use my imagination. I'm off to work now, hoped you liked this chapter and don't forget to review. Thankies!