Disclaimer: Nope, don't own it.
A-Chan: So, I hope you guys are enjoying this ficcer. I am enjoying it! hehe. It's different from my other fics. It's not depressing like them, and not as dramatic! Man, what a change. Well, enjoy. I must warn you now that there is a lemon in this chap, non yaoi. Oh, and It'd be smart to tell you that this story takes place just a little while before the world tournament after Buu is destroyed.
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I stand in the gravity room doing some shadow boxing, the normal start to my every day training. All is well, and I get some time to think. But then, I hear a knock at the door. Well, I wanted some alone time, but someone is already interrupting.
" Who is it?!!" I shout.
" It's me Vegeta," she says with sarcasm, " your wife!"
" What the hell do you want woman?" I grunt.
" I just wanted to tell you that on Sunday we are having a family get together in the capsule corp. greenery yard."
" A family get together? Ha, well I'm not going!"
" But Vegeta! Everyone will be there! Goku, Chi-chi, their children, our children, Krillin, Yamcha, Roshie, Piccolo, and all the others! Even Mr. Satan is coming!"
" Ooh! How exciting!" I say in a smart-ass tone.
" I thought you said it was a family get together?!" I retort.
" They are family Vegeta!" Bulma yells.
" HA! Not mine!! Now leave woman; I am trying to train!"
Bulma pushes the door open with impatience. She forces herself in, and starts marching straight toward me. She immediately falls face first to the floor. I begin to laugh like a maniac.
" It's only 100 times Earth's gravity in here!" I laugh as I turn it down.
Bulma stands up and brushes off. She tries to keep her cool and pretend as if she is not embarrassed. She looks at me with impatience, I can see it in her eyes. It only amuses me.
" You will go won't you?" She looks at me with her normal pleading look.
" No," I say as I turn to put the gravity back on.
" Vegeta!!!" She screams.
" What woman?!?"
" Please..." She asks with her head down as she wraps her arms around my waist.
Her head rests gently on my back. Her hands roam around the brim of my pants. She begins to slide her hand into them, when my hand protests. I stop her. Or something in me does at least.
For some reason, a feeling of guilt strikes me.
" I'm not in the mood for this, Bulma."
She stops abruptly. I turn around to meet her gaze.
" You're not in the mood?" She says with a confused look and tone.
" No, Bulma, I am not," I say, " Now I would love to get back to my training!"
" Vegeta, I can tell there is something on your mind, would you like to talk about it?"
" Pft! NO!"
Bulma turns and walks out. I see a hurt look in her eyes. Wow, I'm on a roll.
I return to my training.
She knows I'll end up going to the damn party. I always do. But dammit, she invited Kakarot!
Now I'll have to face him again. AGAIN. And I hurt him, so I don't know how he will act now.. I don't want to talk to him. I'd be better off ignoring him.
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That night I went up to my room to find my wife in some fancy lingerie. I try to ignore her, and peel off my clothes for a quick change. I feel her hand brush over the back of my neck. It sends chills up my spine.
He hands massage my neck with care, and it feels great after a long day of training. Her hands roam over my shoulders and she continues to massage. I feel her breasts brush against my back, and I can't help but feel needy to tough them. But something inside holds back. Something inside me does not feel so hungry for her touch as used to.
We've been growing distant lately, but I've never given up this opportunity. Something inside does not want it to happen like used to. I feel a strike of guilt again, and it still makes no sense to me.
Bulma kisses the back of my neck. She turns me around slowly, and eagerly takes my lips to hers. Her tongue traces the inside of my lips, and I try my best to hold back. I guess I'm not in the mood for her love right now..
I feel some excitement, and have a hard time holding back. I finally give in.
I slide my hand under her lingerie and take her breast into my hand. I caress it as I kiss her deeply .My tongue reaches with want into her mouth, and I can almost not control it.
Bulma's hand fumbles around with my pants that I had not gotten off yet. She tugs at them with impatience, and I can tell she wants this bad. I continue to kiss her and try to get her decorative underwear out of the way. She moves her kiss to my neck, where she nibbles and kisses gently.
I open my eyes suddenly to look at her, but I do not see her. I can see Kakarot's hurt expression, and nothing else. Something deep inside of me tells me to stop. This is not what I want.. and something inside of me says so. But what is it I do want?
Bulma stops and looks at me. "What is wrong, don't you want this?"
" Part of me does.." I say slowly.
" I can tell," she says as she looks down and grins.
With that, I walk around her and to the bed. I lie down facing the wall and try to forget about her, and everything else. Only part of me wanted that. The part of me that demands to be pleased. The want I cannot hide. At this point, my erection is painfully obvious. I can't believe I am giving up the opportunity to quench this thirst for sex because I still feel guilty about Kakarot.
" What is the problem Vegeta?"
" I don't know.." I say truthfully as I pull a pillow over my head.
Bulma does not try anymore after that. She falls to the bed with disappointment, and goes to sleep. But I do not. I cannot.
That same picture keeps flashing in my mind. Kakarot. He is hurting. He is upset. But why am I thinking of this? Why is this interfering with my sex drive? Why do I feel so guilty? I don't care about him that much!
I drift to sleep with a mind full of random thoughts and feelings, all revolving around him.
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