A/N- So, what's up people? Been awhile since I updated (okay,
not the 6 months it took before... but still!) so I decided to
work on my new chapter! Newayz, here we go!
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Sitting in the grass, she saw Bulma and Vegeta, seemingly in a hot lip lock. Lehela watched in shock and rage as he held her to him with one arm looped around her waist while his other hand on the back of her head, fingers tangled in her blue locks, while she sat on his lap, both her arms around his neck as they kissed. They never even seemed to come up for air!
"What the hell is going on here!?" Lehela asked angrily.
"They broke apart, both temporarily gasping for air as Bulma replied, "I could ask you what the hell you're doing on my property, but I'm not so rude."
"What the fuck does that have to do with what's going on here?"
"Why do you even CARE what we're doing?"
"Because," she answered, "you're moving in on my man you slut!"
"How can you call him 'your man' though," Bulma countered cockily, "when he's over here with me, and you're simply standing there."
"Well, I wouldn't just be standing here if you weren't in my way."
Bulma glanced at Vegeta quickly before standing up and saying, "Now I'm not. Do your worst."
Vegeta, as well, lifted himself into a standing position as well. Crossing his arms and scowling as she hesitated. "Well? I' don't have all day," he noted using a common earth expression.
She cautiously took a step forward, waited another moment as if testing the ground for its sturdiness, but then took long strides forward towards him, in a confident fashion no less. Inches away from the Saiyjin Prince though, she stopped. Seemingly to add dramatic effects to the act, she first searched his face and eyes for any sign of emotion, lust perhaps... She also slowly ran a hand down one of his muscular arms before placing both her own arms around his neck.
She leaned over and hit him with what she knew to drive all the men crazy. The kiss was slow and sweet with hidden passion. The most seductive kind in her opinion. She couldn't feel him giving in though.
'Yet,' she thought scandalously, as she tried adding fire to the situation.
She kissed faster, more forcefully, as she began moving her hands. First to his face to pull them, if possible, closer together. Her hands ran up and down his arms once more, desperately trying to gain a reaction out of him.
She then decided to trace his chest temporarily, never breaking the kiss. Her fingers roamed over his well-defined form She began outlining the contours of his upper-chest with her index finger in a figure-8 fashion. Then decided to move slightly lower, to his abs. Her hand ran over it continuously, dragging her nails over it lightly in the process, but could still get nothing out of him!
'He won't even return my kisses! What is wrong here!?' she asked herself, not understanding in the least.
Suddenly he felt her against his lips as her hand began moving dangerously lower. Before she could reach her 'destination' however her wrist being grabbed and yanked away in an almost painful manner. She pulled away immediately and opened her eyes.
Vegeta was glaring at her, completely unfazed by her previous actions. He only looked pissed off about them.
"What the hell was that?" he asked.
Though fully nervous, she managed a, what she thought to be, seductive smirk before answering, "Doing my worst," then added with a small pout, "Why wouldn't you let me finish my job?"
He scowled, "Because I was wholly disgusted the MOMENT a whore's lips like yours touched mine."
Lehela glared at the insult before pointing towards Bulma and asking sarcastically, "I suppose she was any better?"
He glanced over at Bulma as well, who was blushing slightly, though noticeably angered by the girl's insinuation.
He turned back to Lehela and answered the intended rhetorical question. "Yes. She was."
Lehela crossed her arms and cocked a hip, growing frustrated with the attractive man more and more. Before thinking twice about it, she dared, "so why don't you two just go at it again?"
After a moment, Vegeta asked in well-hidden shock, "What do you mean?"
"You fuckin' heard me! If you 'enjoyed' it so much why don't you just go back to her right now?" she replied slyly.
Before he could reply himself, Bulma, appalled, questioned, "Right now? Right in front of you!?"
"Yes, why not?" she stated innocently, "I 'preformed' in front of you."
"Because you're a slut who can't contain herself!" Bulma added viciously.
Lehela simply ignored her, only, of course, succeeding to piss Bulma off further, as she turned back to Vegeta. "If it was so wonderful," she began sarcastically, "I certainly see no problem in you going back to it..."
Before she could say another word he added, "Neither do I."
He stalked over to Bulma, then grabbed her arms just above the elbows and swooped down upon her, roughly capturing her lips. After a few moments he pulled back from her to let her breathe as he searched her eyes for any sign of acceptance for what he was doing.
He saw it, deep in the blue. He saw acceptance and understanding that this was only happening to defend his pride. But he also saw the shock, and something shining through he hated to see at that moment. Her fear of him, of what he was doing... of what he would do... He also saw another fleeting emotion he could not name just then; it bothered him to no end nonetheless.
He couldn't turn back now though. If he did, Lehela would know why. She already had the idea in her mind that this was an act. Why giver her more reason to believe the truth, that this WAS all an act?
He leaned forward once more, pressing hard against her mouth, while at the same time trying to be gentler for her sake. She would hate him for this... He once again tried to slow down. He felt her giving in slowly, as he ran fingers through her soft blue locks.
Not being able to stop herself, Bulma let a small moan escape. What was he doing? They were simply faking this to frustrate that girl. This was just a performance, wasn't it!? She opened her eyes only slightly to try and see his face right then, but out of the corner of them, she saw a DAMN frustrated Lehela storming off.
She wondered if he realized this. Should she tell him? He might not like seeing it for himself... It was actually most likely he would want to stop the minute he could, no matter how convincing an actor he seemed to be. So she tried letting him know between kisses.
And so he heard her say softly and quickly as she could, "I... think... she's... gone... We can... stop... now... if... you want..."
Stupid woman. She thought he didn't know the whore had already left? He'd be damned if this stopped now! That girl hadn't 'turned him on', as humans so liked to put it, in the least, while trying everything she knew. But this woman- she was doing nothing to arouse him intentionally and, well, her he was!
But... the fear. Was this what SHE wanted? With his honor at stake, could he take the chance that he was forcing her into this? He decided against it, and so pulled away, holding her shoulders sternly.
He looked down at the ground briefly, then back up at her. So, it was as she feared? It WAS simply an act. When he did look up though, she was slightly shocked he was searching her eyes as before. She felt, well, confused. He wasn't scowling at her, nor glaring; he wasn't stomping off in anger, or lecturing her on correct behavior amongst the presence of a prince. He was simply searching...
He sighed, this was not as easy as he pictured. "Wha-," he sighed again, this was DEFINITELY not as easy as he pictured.
She watched him carefully as he opened his mouth, but then closed it once more. "What's wrong?"
In one breath he finally managed to ask, "What would you like?"
Now she was truly shocked. He was asking her what she wanted. "W-what do you mean?"
He groaned and combed a hand through his unruly, ebony hair. What didn't she understand here? "What don't you get?" he so said, though harsher than he had intended, but made up for it with a softer than expected, "Do you want to stop this now?"
Still confused, she couldn't help but wonder why he was doing this. 'He's actually asking... if I'm uncomfortable right now?' He didn't have to do this either. It wasn't as if she could have even hoped to stop him, had he tried to compel her, even if she had felt forced into this.
She had felt like such a slut at the beginning though. Full of shame for doing this simply to anger someone else. But he had coaxed her into this with is softer kisses that had followed the rough ones, and it had calmed her nerves now to know he would stop if she felt pressured...
"Well?" he prodded after spending too much time in the awkward silence for his liking.
She looked back to him and let the smallest grin come over her face. She stepped towards him, and he watched her eyes shimmer lightly in the now setting sun. Her slim arms wrapped around his neck. He looked into her eyes once more, now knowing her answer.
She leaned into him once more and bestowed a soft, flowing kiss upon him. He responded with one of his own. Suddenly they became more fiery as his hands slid down her back and around her waist. As her hands both ran through his tall spikes, which turned out to be surprisingly... soft, she supposed was the word to use. She felt his hand rest on the small of her back as he pulled her even closer.
She also allowed a hand to wonder down from its resting place on his shoulder blade until she felt a large- bump, she guessed on the small of his own back! Upon first touching it, she heard a fairly large moan escape him and drew back, startled. She suddenly felt his tongue on her lips and so opened her mouth to allow it entrance.
She was just about to go back to the 'bump' when she heard the phone ringing from inside the house. Vegeta was reluctant to let her go however. She insisted though, "It's could be my parents!"
"Let them leave a message on that stupid machine then..." he complained kissing her neck.
She laughed, but did pull away. If it was her parents, she wanted to speak with them personally; they were supposed to be home today!
She picked up the phone quickly after rushing inside.
"Mochi-Mochi," she greeted politely.
She listened contently for a moment before paling of all color. The phone slipped out of her hand as she also slid down the wall in a heap.
From the phone, which was still hanging off the small table by the cord, you could still hear the frantic sound of a young man trying to gain back her attention...
"Ms. Briefs? Ms. Briefs are you all right? ...Ms. Briefs...?"
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A/n- Up till 4am writing, typing for hours, be happy people! Even if you're not, feel free to review... PLEASE! I g2g, latr!
D-wisha*
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Sitting in the grass, she saw Bulma and Vegeta, seemingly in a hot lip lock. Lehela watched in shock and rage as he held her to him with one arm looped around her waist while his other hand on the back of her head, fingers tangled in her blue locks, while she sat on his lap, both her arms around his neck as they kissed. They never even seemed to come up for air!
"What the hell is going on here!?" Lehela asked angrily.
"They broke apart, both temporarily gasping for air as Bulma replied, "I could ask you what the hell you're doing on my property, but I'm not so rude."
"What the fuck does that have to do with what's going on here?"
"Why do you even CARE what we're doing?"
"Because," she answered, "you're moving in on my man you slut!"
"How can you call him 'your man' though," Bulma countered cockily, "when he's over here with me, and you're simply standing there."
"Well, I wouldn't just be standing here if you weren't in my way."
Bulma glanced at Vegeta quickly before standing up and saying, "Now I'm not. Do your worst."
Vegeta, as well, lifted himself into a standing position as well. Crossing his arms and scowling as she hesitated. "Well? I' don't have all day," he noted using a common earth expression.
She cautiously took a step forward, waited another moment as if testing the ground for its sturdiness, but then took long strides forward towards him, in a confident fashion no less. Inches away from the Saiyjin Prince though, she stopped. Seemingly to add dramatic effects to the act, she first searched his face and eyes for any sign of emotion, lust perhaps... She also slowly ran a hand down one of his muscular arms before placing both her own arms around his neck.
She leaned over and hit him with what she knew to drive all the men crazy. The kiss was slow and sweet with hidden passion. The most seductive kind in her opinion. She couldn't feel him giving in though.
'Yet,' she thought scandalously, as she tried adding fire to the situation.
She kissed faster, more forcefully, as she began moving her hands. First to his face to pull them, if possible, closer together. Her hands ran up and down his arms once more, desperately trying to gain a reaction out of him.
She then decided to trace his chest temporarily, never breaking the kiss. Her fingers roamed over his well-defined form She began outlining the contours of his upper-chest with her index finger in a figure-8 fashion. Then decided to move slightly lower, to his abs. Her hand ran over it continuously, dragging her nails over it lightly in the process, but could still get nothing out of him!
'He won't even return my kisses! What is wrong here!?' she asked herself, not understanding in the least.
Suddenly he felt her against his lips as her hand began moving dangerously lower. Before she could reach her 'destination' however her wrist being grabbed and yanked away in an almost painful manner. She pulled away immediately and opened her eyes.
Vegeta was glaring at her, completely unfazed by her previous actions. He only looked pissed off about them.
"What the hell was that?" he asked.
Though fully nervous, she managed a, what she thought to be, seductive smirk before answering, "Doing my worst," then added with a small pout, "Why wouldn't you let me finish my job?"
He scowled, "Because I was wholly disgusted the MOMENT a whore's lips like yours touched mine."
Lehela glared at the insult before pointing towards Bulma and asking sarcastically, "I suppose she was any better?"
He glanced over at Bulma as well, who was blushing slightly, though noticeably angered by the girl's insinuation.
He turned back to Lehela and answered the intended rhetorical question. "Yes. She was."
Lehela crossed her arms and cocked a hip, growing frustrated with the attractive man more and more. Before thinking twice about it, she dared, "so why don't you two just go at it again?"
After a moment, Vegeta asked in well-hidden shock, "What do you mean?"
"You fuckin' heard me! If you 'enjoyed' it so much why don't you just go back to her right now?" she replied slyly.
Before he could reply himself, Bulma, appalled, questioned, "Right now? Right in front of you!?"
"Yes, why not?" she stated innocently, "I 'preformed' in front of you."
"Because you're a slut who can't contain herself!" Bulma added viciously.
Lehela simply ignored her, only, of course, succeeding to piss Bulma off further, as she turned back to Vegeta. "If it was so wonderful," she began sarcastically, "I certainly see no problem in you going back to it..."
Before she could say another word he added, "Neither do I."
He stalked over to Bulma, then grabbed her arms just above the elbows and swooped down upon her, roughly capturing her lips. After a few moments he pulled back from her to let her breathe as he searched her eyes for any sign of acceptance for what he was doing.
He saw it, deep in the blue. He saw acceptance and understanding that this was only happening to defend his pride. But he also saw the shock, and something shining through he hated to see at that moment. Her fear of him, of what he was doing... of what he would do... He also saw another fleeting emotion he could not name just then; it bothered him to no end nonetheless.
He couldn't turn back now though. If he did, Lehela would know why. She already had the idea in her mind that this was an act. Why giver her more reason to believe the truth, that this WAS all an act?
He leaned forward once more, pressing hard against her mouth, while at the same time trying to be gentler for her sake. She would hate him for this... He once again tried to slow down. He felt her giving in slowly, as he ran fingers through her soft blue locks.
Not being able to stop herself, Bulma let a small moan escape. What was he doing? They were simply faking this to frustrate that girl. This was just a performance, wasn't it!? She opened her eyes only slightly to try and see his face right then, but out of the corner of them, she saw a DAMN frustrated Lehela storming off.
She wondered if he realized this. Should she tell him? He might not like seeing it for himself... It was actually most likely he would want to stop the minute he could, no matter how convincing an actor he seemed to be. So she tried letting him know between kisses.
And so he heard her say softly and quickly as she could, "I... think... she's... gone... We can... stop... now... if... you want..."
Stupid woman. She thought he didn't know the whore had already left? He'd be damned if this stopped now! That girl hadn't 'turned him on', as humans so liked to put it, in the least, while trying everything she knew. But this woman- she was doing nothing to arouse him intentionally and, well, her he was!
But... the fear. Was this what SHE wanted? With his honor at stake, could he take the chance that he was forcing her into this? He decided against it, and so pulled away, holding her shoulders sternly.
He looked down at the ground briefly, then back up at her. So, it was as she feared? It WAS simply an act. When he did look up though, she was slightly shocked he was searching her eyes as before. She felt, well, confused. He wasn't scowling at her, nor glaring; he wasn't stomping off in anger, or lecturing her on correct behavior amongst the presence of a prince. He was simply searching...
He sighed, this was not as easy as he pictured. "Wha-," he sighed again, this was DEFINITELY not as easy as he pictured.
She watched him carefully as he opened his mouth, but then closed it once more. "What's wrong?"
In one breath he finally managed to ask, "What would you like?"
Now she was truly shocked. He was asking her what she wanted. "W-what do you mean?"
He groaned and combed a hand through his unruly, ebony hair. What didn't she understand here? "What don't you get?" he so said, though harsher than he had intended, but made up for it with a softer than expected, "Do you want to stop this now?"
Still confused, she couldn't help but wonder why he was doing this. 'He's actually asking... if I'm uncomfortable right now?' He didn't have to do this either. It wasn't as if she could have even hoped to stop him, had he tried to compel her, even if she had felt forced into this.
She had felt like such a slut at the beginning though. Full of shame for doing this simply to anger someone else. But he had coaxed her into this with is softer kisses that had followed the rough ones, and it had calmed her nerves now to know he would stop if she felt pressured...
"Well?" he prodded after spending too much time in the awkward silence for his liking.
She looked back to him and let the smallest grin come over her face. She stepped towards him, and he watched her eyes shimmer lightly in the now setting sun. Her slim arms wrapped around his neck. He looked into her eyes once more, now knowing her answer.
She leaned into him once more and bestowed a soft, flowing kiss upon him. He responded with one of his own. Suddenly they became more fiery as his hands slid down her back and around her waist. As her hands both ran through his tall spikes, which turned out to be surprisingly... soft, she supposed was the word to use. She felt his hand rest on the small of her back as he pulled her even closer.
She also allowed a hand to wonder down from its resting place on his shoulder blade until she felt a large- bump, she guessed on the small of his own back! Upon first touching it, she heard a fairly large moan escape him and drew back, startled. She suddenly felt his tongue on her lips and so opened her mouth to allow it entrance.
She was just about to go back to the 'bump' when she heard the phone ringing from inside the house. Vegeta was reluctant to let her go however. She insisted though, "It's could be my parents!"
"Let them leave a message on that stupid machine then..." he complained kissing her neck.
She laughed, but did pull away. If it was her parents, she wanted to speak with them personally; they were supposed to be home today!
She picked up the phone quickly after rushing inside.
"Mochi-Mochi," she greeted politely.
She listened contently for a moment before paling of all color. The phone slipped out of her hand as she also slid down the wall in a heap.
From the phone, which was still hanging off the small table by the cord, you could still hear the frantic sound of a young man trying to gain back her attention...
"Ms. Briefs? Ms. Briefs are you all right? ...Ms. Briefs...?"
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A/n- Up till 4am writing, typing for hours, be happy people! Even if you're not, feel free to review... PLEASE! I g2g, latr!
D-wisha*
