Last time:
"Oh come on. I'm just joking." She tried to climb back on me, only to be
pushed back into place. "Fine," she huffed, crossing her arms and turning
her back to me.
After awhile I notice her shivering, clutching her arms tightly to her body for warm. Poor earthlings. I grunt, then hesitantly grab her around the waist and pulled her against me. She yelps in surprise, then growls, then relaxes in my embrace. I pull the blanket over our bodies, kiss her shoulder, then close my eyes. I'm tired. Its been a rather busy night.
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I wake up later than usual the next morning, though find the woman not there and her place beside me cold. Its strange how disappointed I am, and for some reason I don't feel the urge to stomp downstairs and demand breakfast. Not that I'm not on the verge of death with starvation, because I am. But getting her annoyed right now just doesn't appeal to me.
I take a deep breath, the oddly wonderful smell of food bombarding my nostrils. *The woman's mother must be cooking* I assume as I stand and stretch, feeling the most refreshed I have ever been. But just as soon as I'm to my feet, I sit back down, suddenly nervous and unsure of how to approach her. I lay my head back on the pillow, the scent of her hair swarming around me. I always seem to notice that, her hair. So oddly colored, matching her personality exactly. And her eyes.
"Vegeta!" she calls from the kitchen. My ears seem to perk before any words leave her lips though, like I can sense when she's going to speak. I give her a moment. "Breakfast!" Ahh, what I was waiting for. Again I pick myself up off the bed, this time making it to the door before I stop and look back. And suddenly, a million images of last night fly through my head, and again I feel a tug at my stomach ( Nervous, duh. Heehee). I ignore it though and head downstairs. I'm far too hungry to let something like that keep me from my food. "Oh there you are," I hear her say as I enter the kitchen.
I don't reply, same as every morning.
"Fine," she snorts, opening a cupboard and grabbing a couple of plates. "Don't say hi."
"I won't," I barely reply as I finally spot the food. My mouth begins to water. Her mother must have made the food, she can hardly make toast without setting the entire compound on fire.
"Oh, you're hungry, eh?" she teases, hovering a plate piled with eggs, bacon, ham, sausage, hash browns, and breakfast egg rolls. I growl, and snatch the plate from her grasp, earning a slap on the shoulder, but no more effort to keep me from my breakfast. She knows well enough when to stop. "How'd you sleep?" She's attempting to make small talk. I ignore her, focusing on my meal. "How'd I sleep, you ask?" I arch an eyebrow, but continue eating. I think she may be madder than I'd thought. "Heavenly," she replied to herself, stretching her limbs, then bending over and giving me a light kiss on the cheek. "Thanks to you."
I have to fight every fiber in my being to not jump up and grab her. She's too damn irresistible. There should be a law against women like that! "Whatever," I grunt, then continue on with eating until I'm finished and leave for the day's training.
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Later that night:
The woman has her date tonight with some man I have yet to be introduced to. Though I hate him already. We don't need to meet before I decide my feelings towards him. I know what he wants from her, what he's expecting. Well not if I have anything to do with it. He must have a death wish to even consider being near her.
"How do I look?" the woman asks as she comes down the stairs and into view. To answer her question: Absolutely amazing. She's wearing a very revealing red shirt with no sleeves, a very short black skirt, and boots that add to her height, allowing her to easily look over my head. "Hello? Vegeta?" I blink a few times and realize she was now about a foot infront of me. "How do I look?"
"Awful. As usual. Don't you have a mirror that can show you that?"
"Oh. You have bad taste anyway," she scoffs, flipping her hair over her shoulder. Does she practice seduction? Or is she just naturally that good?
"Oh, I see. That's why I bed you with," I retort with a smirk.
"Bedded. Past tense," she reminds me as she puts in an earring, and I cringe at the thought that I can never have her again. Her warm skin on mine."Its not a regular occurrence your highness." She smirks this time, then steps forward, reaches out and grabs my chin. "Not unless you want it to be that is," she whispers seductively, locking onto my lips.
My mind goes blank.
Before I have a chance to answer, let alone respond, she's already gone to answer the door. Funny, I didn't even hear the doorbell or a knock.
I follow her to the front room, hiding in the shadows at first. Then I realize that I want whoever this man is to notice me, to know someone is here and going to be here when he brings her back.
"Be nice Vegeta," I hear the woman say right before she opens the door. Yes, I am now positive, I hate this new man.
"Wow Bulma, you look.amazing." He better stop drooling over her like that!
"Thank you Andy. You don't look so bad yourself." I see 'Andy' look over at me nervously. Good. He's scared. "That's just Vegeta. Don't worry, he won't bite." Just Vegeta!? The nerve!
"Is he your brother?" he whispers, thinking I can't hear him. Her brother? Ha! You wish weakling!
"Nope. Just a houseguest," she whispers as well, though I knew she knows I can hear her. "Well, let's get going. We don't want to be late when we have reservations. Bye Vegeta. Don't miss me too much."
"Foolish woman," I mutter, deciding that the gravity room would do me some good. But then looking down and seeing the effect of her kiss, opt for a cold shower first. I'll show her that I'm 'just a houseguest.'
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Its past midnight. I started watching the clock at 11:00, in my room. By 11:30 I was to the living room. Now I'm standing infront of the door, willing it to open and for the woman to be behind it. Crying possibly or mad, some sign that their 'date' didn't go well.
"Uh! Stupid woman," I groan and turn, fed up with waiting. When I'm about to begin up the stairs I hear a car door slam shut, little footsteps coming doors the door, then some fumbling with keys. "Where have you been?" I blurt out when the door begins to open, though quickly regret opening my mouth and revealing myself to her. Now she'll know I've been waiting up for her.
"What?" She gives me a confused look. "You know where I was Vegeta. On a date with Andy." She takes off her coat, hangs it on a hook on the wall, then comes over to me. "Were you waiting for me?" she asked suspiciously, looping her arms around my neck. Immediately I coil my arms around her back and pull her in for a kiss. I couldn't help myself. I've been wanting to do that since she left earlier. Its those lips, who wouldn't want to kiss them every second? But since I don't have such a luxury, I'll take every chance I get. "Whoah, whoah. Give me a minute," she says, pulling back. "Someone's horny, huh?"
I arch an eyebrow at her, but make no effort to answer.
"I thought you weren't supposed to be when your mating cycle thing is over."
I switch to the other eyebrow. Its so much easier than talking. At least this way I can keep her around longer without starting a fight.
Then she does something completely unexpected, and extremely unladylike I might add. She stepped forward, reached her arm out and cupped my now erect manhood.
"Hey!" I snap, smacking her hand away and stepping back. "What the hell do you think you're doing!?"
"I'm so confused now," she whined, stamping a foot like a child. "If what you said was true about the mating thing then you shouldn't want to have sex right now, mentally or physically."
"Well woman," I growl, leaning against a wall. "There's always the rare possibility that I could have been wrong."
She arches an eyebrow at me this time. Instinctively I grab the edge of the wall (There's an open doorway). Something about her manner right now is becoming too hard to handle. "Wrong about which part?"
I swallow hard and loosen my grip on the wall. "Some of it, all of it. Who knows."
"You should! That's who!"
I grip the wall tighter again. The way she raises her voice like that makes my muscle contract faster than my brain can think.
"Do you want me right now?" she asks, nothing seductive about her voice, except what she's asking.
Kami yes!
"Vegeta?" She walks over and places a hand on my shoulder. "I-" Before she has a chance to finish she grabs me and pulls my head to hers. "Its only about the sex?" she asks, kissing my neck.
I nod my head vigorously, picking her up, her legs wrapping around my waist.
"Good."
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She's laying in my arms now, eyes closed but wide awake. Just resting for a moment.
"Vegeta," she whispers, turning over to her stomach and resting one of her tiny hands on my chest. I glance at her eyes to let her know I'm listening. "This is good for us," she states simply, then lets her head gently fall atop her hand.
"What?" I know, I just have to here her say it. Sends chills up and down my spine.
She lifts her head, giving me a lost look. I stare back, silent. I could do that for hours. Then, without a murmur of a reply, she climbs on top of me, straddling my waist with her legs. "This," she whispers, seduction dripping from her voice. I can't help but shudder with delight when that simple word passes her beautiful lips.
She begins to kiss down my chest, licking and nibbling in random places as she makes her way to her destination. I quiver with anticipation as her tongue wiggles its way to my most sensitive area.
"Bulma!!" her mother's shrill voice calls from the kitchen, shattering the mood. I growl in anger and shove the woman off me, standing up and heading for the bathroom. Surprisingly, she makes no attempt at arguing with me for 'being rude.' In fact, she seems mad for the same reason I am.
"What mother!?" she yells in irritation, pulling her shirt over her head.
"I'm going out for a while!"
"Whatever!"
"My, my, what's got the woman so agitated?" I inquire, missing our verbal battles. Its been awhile since we've had one of those, though I have to admit, I'd much rather be doing what we do now than get a rise out of her.
"She's so unbelievable! Why would I care that she'd going out!? Uh!"
"Don't get so worked up woman, its rather unattractive."
"Oh fuck off Vegeta," she sighs, though I can see a hint of a smile on her lips. She's not angry with me, nor I with her, though we just can't seem to stop ourselves from fighting. "Or, if you're in the mood, fuck me," she purrs, sauntering over to me, her hips swaying back and forth. Without thinking I close my eyes when her hands make contact with my shoulders.
"I'm hungry." Before I could stop myself those words came from my mouth, a glare set on my face.
She huffs in irritation, obviously upset at my refusal of mating with her for a fourth time this morning. "Fine Vegeta, suit yourself," she growls, turning on her heals and leaving the room, in nothing more than a bed sheet. Subconsciously I wonder how far she'll get like that without someone noticing.
"So, where's my food?" I ask entering the kitchen.
"Up your ass," she hisses, not turning around or standing up, giving me a nice view of her behind as she shuffles through the cabinets for something.
"I'm sure I'd be aware if it was there."
"I don't know Vegeta," she sighs, standing, a pot in her hand. "You always seem to have your head up there, I don't think you'd notice."
Ouch. She's getting better at this.
"Watch it woman."
"Why? Am I bruising your big Saiyan ego? Aww, I'm so sorry. Here, let me make it better." She presses her palm to her hand then holds it out in front of her, as if there is something there she wants to show me, and blows. "Better?"
I simply look at her, confusion plainly written on my face.
"Sheesh Vegeta, you've been living here a year now and still you don't know simple Earth customs."
"I don't bother to learn them woman."
"Whatever, you'll have to eventually if you plan on staying here."
"Well then I'm in luck, aren't I?" I almost whisper, taking a seat at the table.
"What's the suppose to mean?" I can tell she's suppressing her fear, making it even more evident to my senses. But of what?
"I will no longer take up residence on this mud ball after I defeat the androids," I state, then look down at my stomach which had chosen that moment to voice its opinion.
"Oh." is all she says, in a reluctant sigh.
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After awhile I notice her shivering, clutching her arms tightly to her body for warm. Poor earthlings. I grunt, then hesitantly grab her around the waist and pulled her against me. She yelps in surprise, then growls, then relaxes in my embrace. I pull the blanket over our bodies, kiss her shoulder, then close my eyes. I'm tired. Its been a rather busy night.
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I wake up later than usual the next morning, though find the woman not there and her place beside me cold. Its strange how disappointed I am, and for some reason I don't feel the urge to stomp downstairs and demand breakfast. Not that I'm not on the verge of death with starvation, because I am. But getting her annoyed right now just doesn't appeal to me.
I take a deep breath, the oddly wonderful smell of food bombarding my nostrils. *The woman's mother must be cooking* I assume as I stand and stretch, feeling the most refreshed I have ever been. But just as soon as I'm to my feet, I sit back down, suddenly nervous and unsure of how to approach her. I lay my head back on the pillow, the scent of her hair swarming around me. I always seem to notice that, her hair. So oddly colored, matching her personality exactly. And her eyes.
"Vegeta!" she calls from the kitchen. My ears seem to perk before any words leave her lips though, like I can sense when she's going to speak. I give her a moment. "Breakfast!" Ahh, what I was waiting for. Again I pick myself up off the bed, this time making it to the door before I stop and look back. And suddenly, a million images of last night fly through my head, and again I feel a tug at my stomach ( Nervous, duh. Heehee). I ignore it though and head downstairs. I'm far too hungry to let something like that keep me from my food. "Oh there you are," I hear her say as I enter the kitchen.
I don't reply, same as every morning.
"Fine," she snorts, opening a cupboard and grabbing a couple of plates. "Don't say hi."
"I won't," I barely reply as I finally spot the food. My mouth begins to water. Her mother must have made the food, she can hardly make toast without setting the entire compound on fire.
"Oh, you're hungry, eh?" she teases, hovering a plate piled with eggs, bacon, ham, sausage, hash browns, and breakfast egg rolls. I growl, and snatch the plate from her grasp, earning a slap on the shoulder, but no more effort to keep me from my breakfast. She knows well enough when to stop. "How'd you sleep?" She's attempting to make small talk. I ignore her, focusing on my meal. "How'd I sleep, you ask?" I arch an eyebrow, but continue eating. I think she may be madder than I'd thought. "Heavenly," she replied to herself, stretching her limbs, then bending over and giving me a light kiss on the cheek. "Thanks to you."
I have to fight every fiber in my being to not jump up and grab her. She's too damn irresistible. There should be a law against women like that! "Whatever," I grunt, then continue on with eating until I'm finished and leave for the day's training.
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Later that night:
The woman has her date tonight with some man I have yet to be introduced to. Though I hate him already. We don't need to meet before I decide my feelings towards him. I know what he wants from her, what he's expecting. Well not if I have anything to do with it. He must have a death wish to even consider being near her.
"How do I look?" the woman asks as she comes down the stairs and into view. To answer her question: Absolutely amazing. She's wearing a very revealing red shirt with no sleeves, a very short black skirt, and boots that add to her height, allowing her to easily look over my head. "Hello? Vegeta?" I blink a few times and realize she was now about a foot infront of me. "How do I look?"
"Awful. As usual. Don't you have a mirror that can show you that?"
"Oh. You have bad taste anyway," she scoffs, flipping her hair over her shoulder. Does she practice seduction? Or is she just naturally that good?
"Oh, I see. That's why I bed you with," I retort with a smirk.
"Bedded. Past tense," she reminds me as she puts in an earring, and I cringe at the thought that I can never have her again. Her warm skin on mine."Its not a regular occurrence your highness." She smirks this time, then steps forward, reaches out and grabs my chin. "Not unless you want it to be that is," she whispers seductively, locking onto my lips.
My mind goes blank.
Before I have a chance to answer, let alone respond, she's already gone to answer the door. Funny, I didn't even hear the doorbell or a knock.
I follow her to the front room, hiding in the shadows at first. Then I realize that I want whoever this man is to notice me, to know someone is here and going to be here when he brings her back.
"Be nice Vegeta," I hear the woman say right before she opens the door. Yes, I am now positive, I hate this new man.
"Wow Bulma, you look.amazing." He better stop drooling over her like that!
"Thank you Andy. You don't look so bad yourself." I see 'Andy' look over at me nervously. Good. He's scared. "That's just Vegeta. Don't worry, he won't bite." Just Vegeta!? The nerve!
"Is he your brother?" he whispers, thinking I can't hear him. Her brother? Ha! You wish weakling!
"Nope. Just a houseguest," she whispers as well, though I knew she knows I can hear her. "Well, let's get going. We don't want to be late when we have reservations. Bye Vegeta. Don't miss me too much."
"Foolish woman," I mutter, deciding that the gravity room would do me some good. But then looking down and seeing the effect of her kiss, opt for a cold shower first. I'll show her that I'm 'just a houseguest.'
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Its past midnight. I started watching the clock at 11:00, in my room. By 11:30 I was to the living room. Now I'm standing infront of the door, willing it to open and for the woman to be behind it. Crying possibly or mad, some sign that their 'date' didn't go well.
"Uh! Stupid woman," I groan and turn, fed up with waiting. When I'm about to begin up the stairs I hear a car door slam shut, little footsteps coming doors the door, then some fumbling with keys. "Where have you been?" I blurt out when the door begins to open, though quickly regret opening my mouth and revealing myself to her. Now she'll know I've been waiting up for her.
"What?" She gives me a confused look. "You know where I was Vegeta. On a date with Andy." She takes off her coat, hangs it on a hook on the wall, then comes over to me. "Were you waiting for me?" she asked suspiciously, looping her arms around my neck. Immediately I coil my arms around her back and pull her in for a kiss. I couldn't help myself. I've been wanting to do that since she left earlier. Its those lips, who wouldn't want to kiss them every second? But since I don't have such a luxury, I'll take every chance I get. "Whoah, whoah. Give me a minute," she says, pulling back. "Someone's horny, huh?"
I arch an eyebrow at her, but make no effort to answer.
"I thought you weren't supposed to be when your mating cycle thing is over."
I switch to the other eyebrow. Its so much easier than talking. At least this way I can keep her around longer without starting a fight.
Then she does something completely unexpected, and extremely unladylike I might add. She stepped forward, reached her arm out and cupped my now erect manhood.
"Hey!" I snap, smacking her hand away and stepping back. "What the hell do you think you're doing!?"
"I'm so confused now," she whined, stamping a foot like a child. "If what you said was true about the mating thing then you shouldn't want to have sex right now, mentally or physically."
"Well woman," I growl, leaning against a wall. "There's always the rare possibility that I could have been wrong."
She arches an eyebrow at me this time. Instinctively I grab the edge of the wall (There's an open doorway). Something about her manner right now is becoming too hard to handle. "Wrong about which part?"
I swallow hard and loosen my grip on the wall. "Some of it, all of it. Who knows."
"You should! That's who!"
I grip the wall tighter again. The way she raises her voice like that makes my muscle contract faster than my brain can think.
"Do you want me right now?" she asks, nothing seductive about her voice, except what she's asking.
Kami yes!
"Vegeta?" She walks over and places a hand on my shoulder. "I-" Before she has a chance to finish she grabs me and pulls my head to hers. "Its only about the sex?" she asks, kissing my neck.
I nod my head vigorously, picking her up, her legs wrapping around my waist.
"Good."
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She's laying in my arms now, eyes closed but wide awake. Just resting for a moment.
"Vegeta," she whispers, turning over to her stomach and resting one of her tiny hands on my chest. I glance at her eyes to let her know I'm listening. "This is good for us," she states simply, then lets her head gently fall atop her hand.
"What?" I know, I just have to here her say it. Sends chills up and down my spine.
She lifts her head, giving me a lost look. I stare back, silent. I could do that for hours. Then, without a murmur of a reply, she climbs on top of me, straddling my waist with her legs. "This," she whispers, seduction dripping from her voice. I can't help but shudder with delight when that simple word passes her beautiful lips.
She begins to kiss down my chest, licking and nibbling in random places as she makes her way to her destination. I quiver with anticipation as her tongue wiggles its way to my most sensitive area.
"Bulma!!" her mother's shrill voice calls from the kitchen, shattering the mood. I growl in anger and shove the woman off me, standing up and heading for the bathroom. Surprisingly, she makes no attempt at arguing with me for 'being rude.' In fact, she seems mad for the same reason I am.
"What mother!?" she yells in irritation, pulling her shirt over her head.
"I'm going out for a while!"
"Whatever!"
"My, my, what's got the woman so agitated?" I inquire, missing our verbal battles. Its been awhile since we've had one of those, though I have to admit, I'd much rather be doing what we do now than get a rise out of her.
"She's so unbelievable! Why would I care that she'd going out!? Uh!"
"Don't get so worked up woman, its rather unattractive."
"Oh fuck off Vegeta," she sighs, though I can see a hint of a smile on her lips. She's not angry with me, nor I with her, though we just can't seem to stop ourselves from fighting. "Or, if you're in the mood, fuck me," she purrs, sauntering over to me, her hips swaying back and forth. Without thinking I close my eyes when her hands make contact with my shoulders.
"I'm hungry." Before I could stop myself those words came from my mouth, a glare set on my face.
She huffs in irritation, obviously upset at my refusal of mating with her for a fourth time this morning. "Fine Vegeta, suit yourself," she growls, turning on her heals and leaving the room, in nothing more than a bed sheet. Subconsciously I wonder how far she'll get like that without someone noticing.
"So, where's my food?" I ask entering the kitchen.
"Up your ass," she hisses, not turning around or standing up, giving me a nice view of her behind as she shuffles through the cabinets for something.
"I'm sure I'd be aware if it was there."
"I don't know Vegeta," she sighs, standing, a pot in her hand. "You always seem to have your head up there, I don't think you'd notice."
Ouch. She's getting better at this.
"Watch it woman."
"Why? Am I bruising your big Saiyan ego? Aww, I'm so sorry. Here, let me make it better." She presses her palm to her hand then holds it out in front of her, as if there is something there she wants to show me, and blows. "Better?"
I simply look at her, confusion plainly written on my face.
"Sheesh Vegeta, you've been living here a year now and still you don't know simple Earth customs."
"I don't bother to learn them woman."
"Whatever, you'll have to eventually if you plan on staying here."
"Well then I'm in luck, aren't I?" I almost whisper, taking a seat at the table.
"What's the suppose to mean?" I can tell she's suppressing her fear, making it even more evident to my senses. But of what?
"I will no longer take up residence on this mud ball after I defeat the androids," I state, then look down at my stomach which had chosen that moment to voice its opinion.
"Oh." is all she says, in a reluctant sigh.
---Chapter 4!! Finally! Sheesh! Hope you all liked it!! Sorry for the wait.
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