Chapter the ninth
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any other trademarked materials in this fanfiction.
Yamcha dumped Vegeta on the couch, and then turned to start talking to Bulma again. But, to Yamcha's surprise, Bulma just ignored him and sat down by Vegeta on the couch.
"Yamcha, go and get me a cup of water and a rag." Bulma ordered. "And no back-talking about it. Just go, and it'll earn you brownie points." She watched Yamcha run to the kitchen. She turned her gaze to the poor man on the couch before her. "Oh, Vegeta . . . Why did this happen to you? Why'd you have to get up? This never would have happened if it wasn't for you getting up!"
She took advantage of the fact that Vegeta was fainted to hug him around his neck. "God I hope this works." She prayed as Yamcha came in.
"Here's your water and rag." Yamcha grumbled. He noticed that Bulma paid no attention. She was too busy hugging VEGETA, the man that Yamcha hated more than anything for right now. *She likes him, and a lot. I know that she does. But why? Why Vegeta? * Yamcha thought as he stared at Bulma. But he was even more surprised when Bulma leaned down and pressed her lips onto Vegeta's, and kissed him.
Even though Vegeta wasn't awake to kiss Bulma at that moment she knew that it was the best kiss she'd ever felt. It was not a kiss of lust anymore, but a kiss of something more. Something that would last forever.
"Bu-Bulma, I said, here's your stuff-" Yamcha stammered, to shocked to speak right.
Bulma looked up. "Oh, thank you." She said. She took the rag and water away from Yamcha, and wiped Vegeta's forehead with the rag.
The only response Vegeta heeded was that he coughed, sending a few drops of blood out of his mouth.
Bulma started to grow frantic. "Come on, baby, please wake up!" She groaned, quite unaware of the pet name she'd just used for him. She lightly slapped his cheeks. "Please? Wake up!" She even tried hurting him, but he wouldn't move. Finally she got an idea. She took the glass of water and dumped it all in Vegeta's face.
Vegeta woke up coughing and sputtering. "*Hack Hack Hack. *" He coughed, his whole body racking with great pain. He gritted his teeth to survive it. When his eyes finally opened he found himself looking into the eyes of the most beautiful woman . . . Bulma. He started to get a bit of control over his breathing. "Bulma . . . "
Bulma found tears coming out of her eyes and splashing on Vegeta's manly chest. "Oh, Vegeta, I thought you were going to die!" She wailed. Without even thinking she dove down and began to hug the man with all of her might, making him cough and send blood everywhere.
Yamcha watched with increasing jealousy as Bulma hugged Vegeta. *I'm too late. She already loves him, and I can tell. * He thought with shame. He was barely thinking when he heard Bulma tell him to go and refill the glass of water. "Yes, Ma'am!" He said, getting up and running into the kitchen.
Vegeta pried Bulma off of him. "What are you doing? How come he's here? Didn't I have to knock him out for trying to rape you?" He inquired.
Bulma nodded. "Yes, but I needed his help to get you down here and help you wake up." She said. "I couldn't pick you up all by myself. But, believe me, he'll be gone after I'm done taking care of you."
Vegeta accepted that answer. "All right, then." He said. "And didn't I tell you that loser was worth no good? Didn't I? Don't you remember? If you would have listened, then that probably never would have happened."
Bulma looked embarrassed. "Yes, and I'm sorry I didn't listen to you. I really should have. I feel so stupid now." She went ahead and got off of the couch before Vegeta accidentally lost his temper and decided to push her off of it. As soon as Yamcha returned with the water she handed it to Vegeta. "Here, drink this." She ordered.
Vegeta put it up to his lips and took a huge gulp of it, staring at Yamcha with a stony glare the entire time he was drinking. He was not looking out of Yamcha for Bulma's sake; he was looking out of Yamcha because he knew Yamcha might try to do something to HIM because Vegeta knew good and well that Yamcha knew Bulma liked him. Even though Vegeta didn't like Bulma, it still made him mad. After he removed the glass from his lips he shoved it back in Bulma's face. "Loser, I think you'd better be on your way." He threatened.
Yamcha sneered at Vegeta. "And what can you do to me? You're stuck in bed, and if you try to get up again you'll die."
Vegeta just gritted his teeth and crossed his arms.
"Yamcha, go home." Bulma ordered. "Leave him alone. YOU'RE the reason that he's in bed anyway because if you hadn't been trying to rape me, than this never would have happened!"
"I don't need your defense, woman! Sit down and shut-"
"SHUT UP, VEGETA! And what's more, I told you to get off of my property and you didn't listen! I could call the police any second!" Bulma argued to Yamcha. Soon she and Yamcha were in a screaming fight.
Vegeta covered his sensitive saiyan ears. *This screaming . . . Her quacking tongue is giving me a headache! Oh, does she ever shut up?! * He thought. He rolled over, face in the back of the couch, and waited for their screaming fight to be over.
Later, after Yamcha had left, Bulma had gotten Vegeta back upstairs and was sitting by him in the wooden chair. Vegeta was staring at the ceiling and she was staring at him. Vegeta finally rolled his pupils towards her. "Is there something funny about the way I look? Why are you staring at me?" He demanded.
Bulma laughed at him. "No, there's nothing funny about the way you look. You're just so CUTE!" She gushed.
Vegeta's glare grew stony. But he didn't tell her to go away. "Cute? What makes you think I'm cute? Can Saiyans even BE cute?" He asked himself.
"Yes, they can, because you're cute."
Vegeta smirked a little bit but was not happy. "Did you call the police on that loser?" He asked.
"No."
"WHAT? WHY? If someone tried to fondle ME against my will, then I'd call the police-no I wouldn't! I'd kill them!"
Bulma smiled. "Well, I don't need a police officer. I had you to scare Yamcha away from raping me, and . . . I want to thank you again for it. If it wasn't for you then I'd probably be a nervous wreck by now. Pregnant by rape." She said. She saw Vegeta's cheeks bloom red as he broke into a huge blush. "Embarrassed? Why?" She asked.
Vegeta turned his head away from her. "Like I said, I didn't do that for you-"
"Yes you did! You know that you did that for me. You just don't want to admit it."
*She read my mind. * Vegeta thought. He rolled on his side towards her. "Let's just drop the subject okay? The Loser's gone and that's all that matters, and I'm perfectly fine with that, so let's drop it."
There was an awkward silence between the two of them.
Finally Bulma spoke up. "I kissed you while you were fainted." She admitted.
Vegeta's eyes widened. "You what? Why? I outta-"
"Please please please! Don't get mad, Vegeta. I know I shouldn't have kissed you while you were asleep . . . I should have kissed you while you were awake. So . . . can I? Can I kiss you while you're awake?" She asked.
Vegeta was silent for a minute, his eyes widened stupidly and stuttering. He didn't know exactly what to say; after all, what could he? He was about to burst out the word, NO, but then he looked at her nice plump lips and knew that he couldn't say no. But he didn't want to say yes, either! Oh, of all the decisions to make in the world! He grabbed the sides of his head and tugged at his hair, slinging his head from side to side. He heard Bulma laughing at him. "Shut up!" He ordered, removing his hands from his head and plopping it back down on the pillow.
Bulma sighed. "I just don't know what to do with you! I want to kiss you, Vegeta, I've always wanted to kiss you, I liked you before, but now I like you a lot, and-" She shut herself up before Vegeta told her to shut up. "You saved me from Yamcha . . . And I think that's what really set my feelings off."
Vegeta was staring at Bulma with fire in his eyes. "I can't believe that you'd sit here in front of a SAIYAN and tell him that you have feelings for him, KNOWING that a saiyan will never go with a human! Heck, a saiyan CAN'T go with a human because Saiyans can't love, and human's relationships are all based on love!" He rambled.
"Isn't Goku in love with Chi-Chi?"
This question rang throughout Vegeta for a second or two before he could answer. "Yes, but-he's a disgrace for a saiyan. I'M the Prince of all Saiyans, which means that I cannot abandon my saiyan customs-"
"SCREW your saiyan customs all right? You're just going to let that get in the way of being happy?" Bulma demanded.
"Who said that I'd be happy being in love? And there's no since in having this conversation because I CANNOT FALL IN LOVE. Now let's stop worrying about this fact-"
"I asked you a question before, Vegeta, and you never answered me." Bulma continued. "I asked you if because I kissed you while you were fainted, if I could kiss you while you were awake." She watched Vegeta's face as it went back to the expression that showed he was thinking. "Bulma, I-I-" He stuttered.
Bulma knew he wasn't going to answer. She decided to take things into her own hands. She cupped her hand beneath Vegeta's chin and tilted his face towards hers, then planted a big, firm, sloppy kiss on his lips. She felt Vegeta's body go tense for a second, and then relax. But when he realized that he was kissing her, he pried her hand off of his face and backed up against the headboard of the bed.
"What the-" He stuttered. *I LIKED that, didn't I? I LIKED that kiss! * He thought. He charged up the little powerball. "Get out of here before I kill you." He growled. When she didn't budge he shot it at her. *It won't kill her, unfortunately, but it'll teach her who's boss. *
The powerball hit Bulma's thigh, making her squeal. But she didn't leave. She cupped a hand to her now bleeding leg and just stared at him. "I know that if you just looked past that saiyan arrogance then you'd know that you wanted to be with me." She explained. She sat back down in the wooden chair and stared at him for a minute. "You want to kiss me, hm? I can see it in your eyes."
Vegeta glanced back at her. "I mean it." He growled through his teeth. "Get out. GET OUT NOW!" He threw such a fit that it caused him to break out in a huge coughing spell, blood flying from his mouth in drops. Bulma grabbed a Kleenex and pressed it to his mouth.
"You okay?" She asked. She saw him nod a little as he coughed. She patted and rubbed his back to help him get it all out. "Vegeta . . . are you sure? You sound terrible, and you're coughing up blood! You must be hurt pretty bad!"
Bulma didn't expect what Vegeta did next. Like some kind of a force was pulling on him, COMMANDING his body to do this, he grabbed Bulma's head and thrust her lips onto his own. Bulma was surprised for a second before she grabbed the back of his head and pressed his lips on firmer. Even though he did not offer any tongue, he still had a perfect kiss. Like a kiss from an angel. Bulma ran her hands onto his face and rubbed his cheekbones. She shouldn't have done this because Vegeta thought it a little too much, and drew back. He pushed her away and laid back down.
"What . . . Did I just do?" He asked himself. Bulma was wiping her mouth off.
"Not bad. Not bad at all for someone who's never kissed anyone before." She commented. "But I suppose people with dicks as big as yours always CAN kiss good, now can't they?"
Vegeta's eyes widened. "How do you know the size of my dick unless you've been LOOKING, woman?" He asked.
Bulma giggled. "Maybe I HAVE been looking . . . But just a little peek. But it was WORTH IT, oh was it worth it! You're a tripod!" Bulma rambled, just talking to see Vegeta's cheeks go red. And red they were. "If it was that BIG, I wonder how big it was erect-"
"STOP IT!" Vegeta screamed. He covered his face with his hands unintentionally. "Just stop talking about that. I really can't believe that you'd look at my dick while I was asleep! I should kill you where you stand!" He was about to charge up a powerball when he felt Bulma's presence sitting on the bed beside him. He slowly averted his pupils to Bulma. "Hey! Woman! What the hell are you doing?" He demanded, screaming as she pushed him down on the bed and straddled him. "Let me up!" He growled, thrashing. "I'll kill you! I swear it I will! Get off of me!"
Bulma leaned down and kissed him on the lips.
Vegeta's thrashing immediately ceased. His limbs relaxed as he kissed her back. Bulma trailed her lips down his face until she could whisper something in his ear. At first, he couldn't hear her. Then, she whispered it louder. "Nobody will ever know . . ."
"Nobody will ever know WHAT?" He inquired stupidly. He felt Bulma sloppily kiss his ear. "Nobody will ever know if we are LOVERS, silly!" She said.
Vegeta started to fight. "Let me up! I don't care if anybody will ever know, because I never said I wanted to be, you said that YOU wanted to be!" He groaned. Bulma let him up. He leaned his head back on the pillows and coughed into a Kleenex. When he looked what he had coughed up his expression changed a bit.
"More blood?" Bulma asked.
Vegeta gave a slow nod. "Yes. But why is it any of your business?" He asked, beginning to wipe the slobber off of his ears, lips and cheeks. *That was good. * He thought. *I wish she'd do that more often. * (Sarah loves Clayton Holmes Aiken!) "Now, please go." He pointed towards the door.
Bulma got up to leave. "I'll bring your dinner in here in a minute, if you're not all ready asleep." Vegeta groaned. "Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, go away." He grumbled. He was quite surprised when Bulma left him alone. "Strange. It usually takes a while for her to leave when I ask her to. * He just shrugged and took a small nap. He dreamed about things, mostly scattered and surreal things, but the one thing that was clear in his mind was that he was lonely.
Bulma was sitting at the kitchen table, talking on the phone and doodling on a pad of paper while she ordered some more expensive parts for Vegeta's new Gravity Machine. "Yes . . . That would be fine . . ." She muttered into the phone with a bored voice. She wasn't really even looking at the pad of paper as she doodled; she was just talking and scribbling. "No, I don't want the cheap plastic things! I want the most expensive parts that you have!" She screamed into the phone. "Just a minute. Let me go see if we have any of the metal parts." The man on the other end of the phone said, putting her on hold. The song 'Touch Myself' was playing into the phone now. *This store needs a better song when they put people on hold. * She thought. She looked down at the paper now as she doodled, not really thinking. *How come I'm spending so much money on VEGETA? * She thought. *I didn't even care if I only spent a dollar on the parts before, and now I have to have the most expensive ones! *
*Maybe it's because I like him. Matter of facts, I KNOW I like him. He's such a little cutie . . . and he probably thinks the same of ME, too. He just doesn't want to admit it. * The hold music was still playing into the phone. Bulma sighed, a big, dreamy sigh. *Oh . . . He's so handsome, with those big old muscles and that cute little smirk . . . * She thought. *And he's so short and distant . . . And I'll bet he's nice and cuddly to hug. * These thoughts were driving Bulma to the stage that most of us know as 'horniness'. (Pronounced Horn-nee-ness. Horniness-Having sexual desire for someone. () Finally, the man came back on the phone. "Yes. We have some metal parts that are pretty thick. But they're VERRY expensive. They're 1,000 dollars apiece-"
"I'll take those, please." She grumbled. "You can get the money out of my bank account. Have some ready for me and I'll pick them up Monday." She continued doodling on the pad of paper, not really paying attention to what she was doing. "And my name's Bulma Briefs, and I live at Capsule Corporation." After about 2 minutes she was done ordering them. "Thank you, Goodbye." She hung up her cellular phone, then rested her chin in her hands. She'd spent nearly 100,000 dollars on Vegeta! She eventually glanced down at the pad of paper. Her eyes widened in shock, for, in her state of mind loss while she'd talked on the phone, she'd written her's and Vegeta's names inside a big heart.
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Bulma was sitting in an easy chair and reading a book, listening to Vegeta's foghorn-like snores from upstairs, when the phone next to her rang. *That's all I need, Mom or Dad calling when I'm in the middle of the best part. * She thought as she picked up the phone and pushed the 'talk' button. "Hello?" She asked in her most boring voice. "Hey!" said the voice at the other end of the line.
"Yamcha? Is that you?" Bulma asked. She'd somewhat forgiven Yamcha for what he had done, but she still hated him and didn't want him over there for fear he'd do it again. She had just told him that they could be friends, and that was all, and now he was calling her. Wanting to be her friend. She was all right with that though. As long as he didn't start meddling in her business with Vegeta.
"Yes, it's me! How are you, babe?" Yamcha asked.
"First of all, don't call me babe, and second of all, I'm fine. Vegeta's upstairs asleep so I finally have enough time to read, because while he's awake I feel like I should be by his side as much as possible." Bulma explained. *Sure, I should talk about Vegeta and get him homing in on Vegeta and my relationships, which is none. * Yamcha was silent on the end of the phone for a long time.
"I'm glad that you're finding someone else to make you happy, but . . . Why VEGETA? You know that he'll never be your boyfriend, fiancée or husband. He'll always just refuse you every time you ask him out, and it'll drive you crazy." Yamcha said grimly.
"I don't care what you think. I say that Vegeta has a very nice man buried deep down inside of him." Bulma said. She grabbed some fingernail polish and started to paint her nails to give herself an excuse to have to get off of the phone. "Oops, I have to paint my nails. Call me later." She said. Talking about Vegeta had gotten her wanting to see him, and she knew exactly why.
"Baby, but-"
"Bye!" Bulma slammed down the phone while Yamcha was trying to talk. "I don't want to talk to you right now. I just want to see Vegeta." She mumbled to a Yamcha who couldn't even hear her. She started upstairs.
Vegeta woke up after she'd been sitting in the chair for about fifteen minutes. He opened his eyes to the immediate sight of Bulma sitting there, reading a book. "Woman." He said plainly. He saw Bulma's big blue eyes shoot up to see him.
"Hi there! Did you have a nice sleep?" She asked, putting the bookmark in her book and placing it on Vegeta's nightstand.
"An Okay one I suppose." Vegeta remarked. "I kept on having bad dreams." He yawned a huge yawn, and then turned back over to face her. "I'll bet that loser called over here while I was asleep, didn't he?"
Bulma nodded. "Yes, he did. But you don't worry about him, Okay? Just let me take care of you." She went into the attached bathroom and started to refill his glass of water.
"Why did he call? Are you stupid, talking to someone who has lust for you to the point that he'd try to force himself on you?" Vegeta shouted to her.
"I'm not stupid, Vegeta." Bulma said. She returned back to him and sat down. She leaned closer to him. "I'm not stupid because I know that I'm in love with the most handsome man ever alive, a man that will protect me . . . if only he'd see through something. His pride."
Vegeta looked puzzled. "Who is this man that you're in love with? Not like I care, but, still."
Bulma smirked. "Oh, Vegeta, you SHOULD care, because the man I'm in love with is YOU."
End of chapter nine! Finally, Bulma's in love with Vegeta, FINALLY! This story has been very drawn out, but I'm trying to make it only last until they're married or engaged, either one. In the near future they'll have sex! (Angels sing for those perverts out there!) Well, anyway, I just wanted to tell you about a romance story that I have in mind between Vegeta and Bulma, in the time where Vegeta is serving Freeza when he first comes to Earth, and he meets Bulma when he asks her for the Dragonball. They fall in love, but Vegeta and Bulma have to hide their affair from Freeza, because if he finds out then he'll kill Vegeta! It sounds good, huh? IF I decide to write it . . .. Anyway, see you soon!
Luv, Luvssaintbernards
HacH
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any other trademarked materials in this fanfiction.
Yamcha dumped Vegeta on the couch, and then turned to start talking to Bulma again. But, to Yamcha's surprise, Bulma just ignored him and sat down by Vegeta on the couch.
"Yamcha, go and get me a cup of water and a rag." Bulma ordered. "And no back-talking about it. Just go, and it'll earn you brownie points." She watched Yamcha run to the kitchen. She turned her gaze to the poor man on the couch before her. "Oh, Vegeta . . . Why did this happen to you? Why'd you have to get up? This never would have happened if it wasn't for you getting up!"
She took advantage of the fact that Vegeta was fainted to hug him around his neck. "God I hope this works." She prayed as Yamcha came in.
"Here's your water and rag." Yamcha grumbled. He noticed that Bulma paid no attention. She was too busy hugging VEGETA, the man that Yamcha hated more than anything for right now. *She likes him, and a lot. I know that she does. But why? Why Vegeta? * Yamcha thought as he stared at Bulma. But he was even more surprised when Bulma leaned down and pressed her lips onto Vegeta's, and kissed him.
Even though Vegeta wasn't awake to kiss Bulma at that moment she knew that it was the best kiss she'd ever felt. It was not a kiss of lust anymore, but a kiss of something more. Something that would last forever.
"Bu-Bulma, I said, here's your stuff-" Yamcha stammered, to shocked to speak right.
Bulma looked up. "Oh, thank you." She said. She took the rag and water away from Yamcha, and wiped Vegeta's forehead with the rag.
The only response Vegeta heeded was that he coughed, sending a few drops of blood out of his mouth.
Bulma started to grow frantic. "Come on, baby, please wake up!" She groaned, quite unaware of the pet name she'd just used for him. She lightly slapped his cheeks. "Please? Wake up!" She even tried hurting him, but he wouldn't move. Finally she got an idea. She took the glass of water and dumped it all in Vegeta's face.
Vegeta woke up coughing and sputtering. "*Hack Hack Hack. *" He coughed, his whole body racking with great pain. He gritted his teeth to survive it. When his eyes finally opened he found himself looking into the eyes of the most beautiful woman . . . Bulma. He started to get a bit of control over his breathing. "Bulma . . . "
Bulma found tears coming out of her eyes and splashing on Vegeta's manly chest. "Oh, Vegeta, I thought you were going to die!" She wailed. Without even thinking she dove down and began to hug the man with all of her might, making him cough and send blood everywhere.
Yamcha watched with increasing jealousy as Bulma hugged Vegeta. *I'm too late. She already loves him, and I can tell. * He thought with shame. He was barely thinking when he heard Bulma tell him to go and refill the glass of water. "Yes, Ma'am!" He said, getting up and running into the kitchen.
Vegeta pried Bulma off of him. "What are you doing? How come he's here? Didn't I have to knock him out for trying to rape you?" He inquired.
Bulma nodded. "Yes, but I needed his help to get you down here and help you wake up." She said. "I couldn't pick you up all by myself. But, believe me, he'll be gone after I'm done taking care of you."
Vegeta accepted that answer. "All right, then." He said. "And didn't I tell you that loser was worth no good? Didn't I? Don't you remember? If you would have listened, then that probably never would have happened."
Bulma looked embarrassed. "Yes, and I'm sorry I didn't listen to you. I really should have. I feel so stupid now." She went ahead and got off of the couch before Vegeta accidentally lost his temper and decided to push her off of it. As soon as Yamcha returned with the water she handed it to Vegeta. "Here, drink this." She ordered.
Vegeta put it up to his lips and took a huge gulp of it, staring at Yamcha with a stony glare the entire time he was drinking. He was not looking out of Yamcha for Bulma's sake; he was looking out of Yamcha because he knew Yamcha might try to do something to HIM because Vegeta knew good and well that Yamcha knew Bulma liked him. Even though Vegeta didn't like Bulma, it still made him mad. After he removed the glass from his lips he shoved it back in Bulma's face. "Loser, I think you'd better be on your way." He threatened.
Yamcha sneered at Vegeta. "And what can you do to me? You're stuck in bed, and if you try to get up again you'll die."
Vegeta just gritted his teeth and crossed his arms.
"Yamcha, go home." Bulma ordered. "Leave him alone. YOU'RE the reason that he's in bed anyway because if you hadn't been trying to rape me, than this never would have happened!"
"I don't need your defense, woman! Sit down and shut-"
"SHUT UP, VEGETA! And what's more, I told you to get off of my property and you didn't listen! I could call the police any second!" Bulma argued to Yamcha. Soon she and Yamcha were in a screaming fight.
Vegeta covered his sensitive saiyan ears. *This screaming . . . Her quacking tongue is giving me a headache! Oh, does she ever shut up?! * He thought. He rolled over, face in the back of the couch, and waited for their screaming fight to be over.
Later, after Yamcha had left, Bulma had gotten Vegeta back upstairs and was sitting by him in the wooden chair. Vegeta was staring at the ceiling and she was staring at him. Vegeta finally rolled his pupils towards her. "Is there something funny about the way I look? Why are you staring at me?" He demanded.
Bulma laughed at him. "No, there's nothing funny about the way you look. You're just so CUTE!" She gushed.
Vegeta's glare grew stony. But he didn't tell her to go away. "Cute? What makes you think I'm cute? Can Saiyans even BE cute?" He asked himself.
"Yes, they can, because you're cute."
Vegeta smirked a little bit but was not happy. "Did you call the police on that loser?" He asked.
"No."
"WHAT? WHY? If someone tried to fondle ME against my will, then I'd call the police-no I wouldn't! I'd kill them!"
Bulma smiled. "Well, I don't need a police officer. I had you to scare Yamcha away from raping me, and . . . I want to thank you again for it. If it wasn't for you then I'd probably be a nervous wreck by now. Pregnant by rape." She said. She saw Vegeta's cheeks bloom red as he broke into a huge blush. "Embarrassed? Why?" She asked.
Vegeta turned his head away from her. "Like I said, I didn't do that for you-"
"Yes you did! You know that you did that for me. You just don't want to admit it."
*She read my mind. * Vegeta thought. He rolled on his side towards her. "Let's just drop the subject okay? The Loser's gone and that's all that matters, and I'm perfectly fine with that, so let's drop it."
There was an awkward silence between the two of them.
Finally Bulma spoke up. "I kissed you while you were fainted." She admitted.
Vegeta's eyes widened. "You what? Why? I outta-"
"Please please please! Don't get mad, Vegeta. I know I shouldn't have kissed you while you were asleep . . . I should have kissed you while you were awake. So . . . can I? Can I kiss you while you're awake?" She asked.
Vegeta was silent for a minute, his eyes widened stupidly and stuttering. He didn't know exactly what to say; after all, what could he? He was about to burst out the word, NO, but then he looked at her nice plump lips and knew that he couldn't say no. But he didn't want to say yes, either! Oh, of all the decisions to make in the world! He grabbed the sides of his head and tugged at his hair, slinging his head from side to side. He heard Bulma laughing at him. "Shut up!" He ordered, removing his hands from his head and plopping it back down on the pillow.
Bulma sighed. "I just don't know what to do with you! I want to kiss you, Vegeta, I've always wanted to kiss you, I liked you before, but now I like you a lot, and-" She shut herself up before Vegeta told her to shut up. "You saved me from Yamcha . . . And I think that's what really set my feelings off."
Vegeta was staring at Bulma with fire in his eyes. "I can't believe that you'd sit here in front of a SAIYAN and tell him that you have feelings for him, KNOWING that a saiyan will never go with a human! Heck, a saiyan CAN'T go with a human because Saiyans can't love, and human's relationships are all based on love!" He rambled.
"Isn't Goku in love with Chi-Chi?"
This question rang throughout Vegeta for a second or two before he could answer. "Yes, but-he's a disgrace for a saiyan. I'M the Prince of all Saiyans, which means that I cannot abandon my saiyan customs-"
"SCREW your saiyan customs all right? You're just going to let that get in the way of being happy?" Bulma demanded.
"Who said that I'd be happy being in love? And there's no since in having this conversation because I CANNOT FALL IN LOVE. Now let's stop worrying about this fact-"
"I asked you a question before, Vegeta, and you never answered me." Bulma continued. "I asked you if because I kissed you while you were fainted, if I could kiss you while you were awake." She watched Vegeta's face as it went back to the expression that showed he was thinking. "Bulma, I-I-" He stuttered.
Bulma knew he wasn't going to answer. She decided to take things into her own hands. She cupped her hand beneath Vegeta's chin and tilted his face towards hers, then planted a big, firm, sloppy kiss on his lips. She felt Vegeta's body go tense for a second, and then relax. But when he realized that he was kissing her, he pried her hand off of his face and backed up against the headboard of the bed.
"What the-" He stuttered. *I LIKED that, didn't I? I LIKED that kiss! * He thought. He charged up the little powerball. "Get out of here before I kill you." He growled. When she didn't budge he shot it at her. *It won't kill her, unfortunately, but it'll teach her who's boss. *
The powerball hit Bulma's thigh, making her squeal. But she didn't leave. She cupped a hand to her now bleeding leg and just stared at him. "I know that if you just looked past that saiyan arrogance then you'd know that you wanted to be with me." She explained. She sat back down in the wooden chair and stared at him for a minute. "You want to kiss me, hm? I can see it in your eyes."
Vegeta glanced back at her. "I mean it." He growled through his teeth. "Get out. GET OUT NOW!" He threw such a fit that it caused him to break out in a huge coughing spell, blood flying from his mouth in drops. Bulma grabbed a Kleenex and pressed it to his mouth.
"You okay?" She asked. She saw him nod a little as he coughed. She patted and rubbed his back to help him get it all out. "Vegeta . . . are you sure? You sound terrible, and you're coughing up blood! You must be hurt pretty bad!"
Bulma didn't expect what Vegeta did next. Like some kind of a force was pulling on him, COMMANDING his body to do this, he grabbed Bulma's head and thrust her lips onto his own. Bulma was surprised for a second before she grabbed the back of his head and pressed his lips on firmer. Even though he did not offer any tongue, he still had a perfect kiss. Like a kiss from an angel. Bulma ran her hands onto his face and rubbed his cheekbones. She shouldn't have done this because Vegeta thought it a little too much, and drew back. He pushed her away and laid back down.
"What . . . Did I just do?" He asked himself. Bulma was wiping her mouth off.
"Not bad. Not bad at all for someone who's never kissed anyone before." She commented. "But I suppose people with dicks as big as yours always CAN kiss good, now can't they?"
Vegeta's eyes widened. "How do you know the size of my dick unless you've been LOOKING, woman?" He asked.
Bulma giggled. "Maybe I HAVE been looking . . . But just a little peek. But it was WORTH IT, oh was it worth it! You're a tripod!" Bulma rambled, just talking to see Vegeta's cheeks go red. And red they were. "If it was that BIG, I wonder how big it was erect-"
"STOP IT!" Vegeta screamed. He covered his face with his hands unintentionally. "Just stop talking about that. I really can't believe that you'd look at my dick while I was asleep! I should kill you where you stand!" He was about to charge up a powerball when he felt Bulma's presence sitting on the bed beside him. He slowly averted his pupils to Bulma. "Hey! Woman! What the hell are you doing?" He demanded, screaming as she pushed him down on the bed and straddled him. "Let me up!" He growled, thrashing. "I'll kill you! I swear it I will! Get off of me!"
Bulma leaned down and kissed him on the lips.
Vegeta's thrashing immediately ceased. His limbs relaxed as he kissed her back. Bulma trailed her lips down his face until she could whisper something in his ear. At first, he couldn't hear her. Then, she whispered it louder. "Nobody will ever know . . ."
"Nobody will ever know WHAT?" He inquired stupidly. He felt Bulma sloppily kiss his ear. "Nobody will ever know if we are LOVERS, silly!" She said.
Vegeta started to fight. "Let me up! I don't care if anybody will ever know, because I never said I wanted to be, you said that YOU wanted to be!" He groaned. Bulma let him up. He leaned his head back on the pillows and coughed into a Kleenex. When he looked what he had coughed up his expression changed a bit.
"More blood?" Bulma asked.
Vegeta gave a slow nod. "Yes. But why is it any of your business?" He asked, beginning to wipe the slobber off of his ears, lips and cheeks. *That was good. * He thought. *I wish she'd do that more often. * (Sarah loves Clayton Holmes Aiken!) "Now, please go." He pointed towards the door.
Bulma got up to leave. "I'll bring your dinner in here in a minute, if you're not all ready asleep." Vegeta groaned. "Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, go away." He grumbled. He was quite surprised when Bulma left him alone. "Strange. It usually takes a while for her to leave when I ask her to. * He just shrugged and took a small nap. He dreamed about things, mostly scattered and surreal things, but the one thing that was clear in his mind was that he was lonely.
Bulma was sitting at the kitchen table, talking on the phone and doodling on a pad of paper while she ordered some more expensive parts for Vegeta's new Gravity Machine. "Yes . . . That would be fine . . ." She muttered into the phone with a bored voice. She wasn't really even looking at the pad of paper as she doodled; she was just talking and scribbling. "No, I don't want the cheap plastic things! I want the most expensive parts that you have!" She screamed into the phone. "Just a minute. Let me go see if we have any of the metal parts." The man on the other end of the phone said, putting her on hold. The song 'Touch Myself' was playing into the phone now. *This store needs a better song when they put people on hold. * She thought. She looked down at the paper now as she doodled, not really thinking. *How come I'm spending so much money on VEGETA? * She thought. *I didn't even care if I only spent a dollar on the parts before, and now I have to have the most expensive ones! *
*Maybe it's because I like him. Matter of facts, I KNOW I like him. He's such a little cutie . . . and he probably thinks the same of ME, too. He just doesn't want to admit it. * The hold music was still playing into the phone. Bulma sighed, a big, dreamy sigh. *Oh . . . He's so handsome, with those big old muscles and that cute little smirk . . . * She thought. *And he's so short and distant . . . And I'll bet he's nice and cuddly to hug. * These thoughts were driving Bulma to the stage that most of us know as 'horniness'. (Pronounced Horn-nee-ness. Horniness-Having sexual desire for someone. () Finally, the man came back on the phone. "Yes. We have some metal parts that are pretty thick. But they're VERRY expensive. They're 1,000 dollars apiece-"
"I'll take those, please." She grumbled. "You can get the money out of my bank account. Have some ready for me and I'll pick them up Monday." She continued doodling on the pad of paper, not really paying attention to what she was doing. "And my name's Bulma Briefs, and I live at Capsule Corporation." After about 2 minutes she was done ordering them. "Thank you, Goodbye." She hung up her cellular phone, then rested her chin in her hands. She'd spent nearly 100,000 dollars on Vegeta! She eventually glanced down at the pad of paper. Her eyes widened in shock, for, in her state of mind loss while she'd talked on the phone, she'd written her's and Vegeta's names inside a big heart.
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Bulma was sitting in an easy chair and reading a book, listening to Vegeta's foghorn-like snores from upstairs, when the phone next to her rang. *That's all I need, Mom or Dad calling when I'm in the middle of the best part. * She thought as she picked up the phone and pushed the 'talk' button. "Hello?" She asked in her most boring voice. "Hey!" said the voice at the other end of the line.
"Yamcha? Is that you?" Bulma asked. She'd somewhat forgiven Yamcha for what he had done, but she still hated him and didn't want him over there for fear he'd do it again. She had just told him that they could be friends, and that was all, and now he was calling her. Wanting to be her friend. She was all right with that though. As long as he didn't start meddling in her business with Vegeta.
"Yes, it's me! How are you, babe?" Yamcha asked.
"First of all, don't call me babe, and second of all, I'm fine. Vegeta's upstairs asleep so I finally have enough time to read, because while he's awake I feel like I should be by his side as much as possible." Bulma explained. *Sure, I should talk about Vegeta and get him homing in on Vegeta and my relationships, which is none. * Yamcha was silent on the end of the phone for a long time.
"I'm glad that you're finding someone else to make you happy, but . . . Why VEGETA? You know that he'll never be your boyfriend, fiancée or husband. He'll always just refuse you every time you ask him out, and it'll drive you crazy." Yamcha said grimly.
"I don't care what you think. I say that Vegeta has a very nice man buried deep down inside of him." Bulma said. She grabbed some fingernail polish and started to paint her nails to give herself an excuse to have to get off of the phone. "Oops, I have to paint my nails. Call me later." She said. Talking about Vegeta had gotten her wanting to see him, and she knew exactly why.
"Baby, but-"
"Bye!" Bulma slammed down the phone while Yamcha was trying to talk. "I don't want to talk to you right now. I just want to see Vegeta." She mumbled to a Yamcha who couldn't even hear her. She started upstairs.
Vegeta woke up after she'd been sitting in the chair for about fifteen minutes. He opened his eyes to the immediate sight of Bulma sitting there, reading a book. "Woman." He said plainly. He saw Bulma's big blue eyes shoot up to see him.
"Hi there! Did you have a nice sleep?" She asked, putting the bookmark in her book and placing it on Vegeta's nightstand.
"An Okay one I suppose." Vegeta remarked. "I kept on having bad dreams." He yawned a huge yawn, and then turned back over to face her. "I'll bet that loser called over here while I was asleep, didn't he?"
Bulma nodded. "Yes, he did. But you don't worry about him, Okay? Just let me take care of you." She went into the attached bathroom and started to refill his glass of water.
"Why did he call? Are you stupid, talking to someone who has lust for you to the point that he'd try to force himself on you?" Vegeta shouted to her.
"I'm not stupid, Vegeta." Bulma said. She returned back to him and sat down. She leaned closer to him. "I'm not stupid because I know that I'm in love with the most handsome man ever alive, a man that will protect me . . . if only he'd see through something. His pride."
Vegeta looked puzzled. "Who is this man that you're in love with? Not like I care, but, still."
Bulma smirked. "Oh, Vegeta, you SHOULD care, because the man I'm in love with is YOU."
End of chapter nine! Finally, Bulma's in love with Vegeta, FINALLY! This story has been very drawn out, but I'm trying to make it only last until they're married or engaged, either one. In the near future they'll have sex! (Angels sing for those perverts out there!) Well, anyway, I just wanted to tell you about a romance story that I have in mind between Vegeta and Bulma, in the time where Vegeta is serving Freeza when he first comes to Earth, and he meets Bulma when he asks her for the Dragonball. They fall in love, but Vegeta and Bulma have to hide their affair from Freeza, because if he finds out then he'll kill Vegeta! It sounds good, huh? IF I decide to write it . . .. Anyway, see you soon!
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