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"What, so now you know their language?" Vegeta grunted. She only stuck her tongue out at him and continued to eat the food he was forcing upon her, though purposely lacking in her usual grace for the pleasure of seeing him wrinkle his nose in disgust. *Only she could look that bad and that good at the same time.* He shook his head at the thought, scowling down at the floor. He was going to have to work harder to keep his mind off her. But how? Now he was going to another planet in search of a cure for a woman he could barely tolerate. Just the mere though of it baffled him. He could not believe how soft he was becoming. Only she could do this to him. Only she could make his pulse quicken with passion, lust, and anger all at once. She was who he lived to hate yet couldn't live without suddenly. He'd found love without searching for it or even wanting it. He'd pushed the feeling away every time it presented itself, which now left him at a crossroad and he didn't know where to go. It disgusted him, yet he knew, in the farthest depths of his mind, that he could not live without it, without her. *Woman, I hate you.*
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After finishing her more than delicious meal, Bulma left the bedroom in pursuit of Furto. And she had to admit, though never to Vegeta, that eating something made her feel much better. She winded in and out of various corridors, feeling like she was in some sort of maze; she figured more than one Fewsk family must live there, for they seemed like a rather resourceful race. She wondered if the rest of the Fewsks that lived there were as nice and curtious as Furto. Having that thought she wrinkled her nose and scowled ahead, thinking of how Vegeta had mislead her so; she had truly been scared of these beings, only to be pampered. He would pay for that. She didn't know when, or further more how, but something would come to her, sooner or later.
"Wella!?" she called into the emptiness, hoping it was the word for hello. She'd heard Furto say it, then speak what she thought was a translation.
"Saoi?" a slightly confused voice answered. She raked her brain a moment, thinking of exactly how she was going to continue. The Fewsk voice obviously did not belong to Furto. She sighed deeply, then said the only other words she was sure she knew the meanings to.
"Setta Bulma!" She smiled, proud of herself for picking up this odd language so quickly and without aid.
"Wella Bulma," the voice replied happily, then the Fewsk it belonged to came forward. The creature was of course a male, with eyes slightly more oval than Furto's and no hair. "Setta Tosana." Bulma smiled nervously, hoping he didn't continue, for she'd just spoken all she could understand.
"Do you speak Japanese?" Tosana blinked a few times then shook his head no. He was a farmer. Healers were the only Fewsks who had the brain power to learn other languages. "Kuso!" she swore, earning a questioning look from the Fewsk, his facial expression was slightly surprised. Bulma guessed it was because she was an alien and must look odd to him. But he must have been told that she and Vegeta were there, otherwise he would have reacted much differently. "Umm..Furto?" she squeaked, feeling very helpless all of a sudden. She didn't like not knowing everything and having to be helped. She was always in control, and now that she wasn't, she couldn't help but feel slightly nervous in the presence of this new face. She had this overwhelming urge to need to be with her parents, like a child who can't tie their shoes.
"Furto ka yoo her sona [ Furto is in his room]." Tosana then shook his head, knowing that she probably couldn't understand him, though he wondered where she knew the words she'd spoken from. "Xe [Come]," he said, waving for her to follow.
"Xe," she repeated, walking up beside the little alien. He gave her a strange look and she shook her head at him. "Relle, relle."
"Kaar juso {Silly woman]," he whispered to himself, picking up his pace slightly, and Bulma nearly had to run to keep up with him. Their legs may be short, but they sure were quick. "Furto," Tosana bellowed, knocking on the door he'd stopped them at.
"Xe yoo [Come in]," he replied, rustling threw several parchments on the table before him. Tosana opened the door, stepping aside so Bulma could go before him.
"Furto, how do I say thank you?" He smiled warmly at her. Earthlings were not as horrible as he'd been lead to believe. In face, he felt very much himself around her, though couldn't say the same for her companion.
"Looloo," he said with an even wider smile, then motioned for her to come closer.
"Looloo," Bulma said turning to Tosana who smiled back.
"Degene ekla [Your welcome]," he replied. "Lah-bi."
"Lah-bi." She took this to mean good-bye and watched as the Fewsk smiled once again, then shut the door behind him. She turned to Furto, who answered her without having to be asked.
"Degene ekla is y-your wel-come."
"Lah-bi is good-bye."
"Saoi." She giggled aloud, earning a slight hum of what Bulma took as laughter from the Fewsk.
"Furto." He raised his brow in question. "Can you teach me your language?" He thought a moment, sorting her words so they made sense to him. "I'm a quick learner." He took another moment for this, then answered her.
"Saoi." He loved being able to speak his own language around her, though he'd have to use Jack and Jill phrases so she could understand, until she was taught more advanced grammar. "L-luck-y for you..the Doonso sp-sp-speak the..s..same langu-age as..us.."
"The Doonso?" She blinked twice.
"Saoi Doonso."
"No..er..relle. What's the Doonso?"
"The Doonso..are in-habi-tants..of..Doon." She gave him a funny, and very confused look, knowing nothing of what he was talking about.
"Doon? Is that a planet or something?"
"Saoi. Fit?" He'd slipped back into his own language without even noticing.
"Why?"
"Saoi."
"What does Doon and the Doonso have to do with anything?"
"Oh relle (Oh is that same heehee ^_^)," he mumbled. "Teg-lee..er..the Prince did..not tell..you?" She rolled her eyes when he called Vegeta a prince, for he displayed behavior frowned upon by pre-schoolers, then shook her head. He emitted a low growling noise that Bulma took to mean frustration, then attempted to continue.
"Relle," Bulma said sweetly. "I'll just ask Vegeta." She hugged him, which he was slightly confused about, then said," Looloo." And was gone.
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"Vegeta, lui set vem degen dookana [ Vegeta, may I ask you something]?" the Fewsk he'd been walking with asked, turning to him. Her name was Golana, and she was a healer, Furto's sister. She was the only Fewsk who could get and keep Vegeta in a calm mood; there was just something so indescribably sweet about her and the way she presented herself that could melt any cold heart. And even after Vegeta's raid of her planet, she could still not hold any bitter feeling towards him. She simply wasn't like that.
He turned to her, his usual scowl on his face. "Tel [What]?" he grunted in annoyance, trying his hardest to be his normal rude self around her. She only smiled gingerly at his childish display and continued.
"Tel ka degene horna yoo Etakanian [ What is your interest in the Earthling]?" He stiffened slightly at her question, almost disappointed at her forwardness. Never before had she tried to pry into his private life without some subtlety. "Ces vel eva xon elarna [ Does she have mate qualities]?" That question set him off. Who was she to ask him about mating and his preferences? She had no business there and more importantly, no right.
"Golana," he hissed, subconsciously wishing he still had his tail, which would now be squishing behind him, showing his true anger. She backed up some, holding her hands up in her defense.
"Rama," she sighed, wishing she hadn't been so curious. She hoped she hadn't lost his trust. He couldn't help but smirk at her outward show of fear, he could almost smell it on her; it gave him a comforting feeling, knowing he could still arise fear in someone. Bulma had long since proved herself to him, jumping into any verbal battle he'd confront her with. She matched his wits and could take just as much as she dished out. She'd won her share of squabbles, sometimes even leaving the Prince at a loss for words. He liked that about her, though her physical strength could use some work. If she were a Saiyan there was no doubt in his mind that he'd claim her as his own.
*Stop that!* he scowled at himself for thinking of Bulma in such a way. *She's just a weak earthling, and nothing more and will never be anything more.* He growled aloud, gaining Golana's attention, though she thought the sound was aimed towards her, and excused herself with a solemn nod, leaving the Prince alone outside (Yeah, they were outside. Did I fail to mention that? ^_^). But he wasn't alone for long.
"Vegeta!!" boomed the unmistakenable voice of Bulma. He groaned, knowing full well that when she used that tone she usually won the fight. "Vegeta!!" she yelled again, this time much closer. He almost wanted to run to avoid confrontation with her, but stood his ground, not wanting to be a coward. A few moments later he heard her feet stomp up the steps leading to the outside door, cringing when he saw it fling open. "Vegeta!" He didn't even look up to acknowledge her existence. "Vegeta no Ouji!" she screamed, piercing his delicate Saiyan ears. He smirked though, having been addressed properly.
"Yes woman?" he replied calmly, tilting his head slightly to look at her out of the corner of his eye.
"May I have a word with you?" she hissed through clenched teeth, stepping forward so their noses were merely an inch apart.
"Of course," he said mockingly, brushing her arm with his fingertips ever so lightly. Her face flushed immediately and she took a few steps back. He then stepped towards her, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her against his chest. "What would you like?" he asked with a smirk and a devilish gleam in his eyes (If Bulma's not turned on by this then she's nuts!! *Drools* ^_^).
"I..I.." Suddenly she forgot why she'd stormed out there in the first place. He rested his head in the crook of her neck, blowing warm on her collarbone and breathing in the wonderful scent of her hair at the same time. She stiffened to his touch, unsure of exactly what to do. He let his hands wander from her waist to her back, then down so they were just barely touching her bottom. His mouth, meanwhile, had found her earlobe, and was nibbling gently at it, earning a soft moan of pleasure from her throat. Then her senses kicked in, and she pushed him away roughly. He fumbled a moment, then regained his composure and crossed his arms. "When were you planning on telling me about Doon?" she hissed, stamping her foot down and causing a little sand to scatter.
"I wasn't," he said flatly, causing her to fume more.
"Well you are now! What's going on!? What's it have to do with me!?" He frowned at her for being so, well, like herself, then smirked, knowing what he was about to say would change her attitude instantly.
"The cure for Denj-sa is on Doon. That's what it has to do with you." He paused a moment, liking her change in facial expression. "We're leaving tomorrow." She was speechless.
"Th-th-there's a cure!?" she squealed, then immediately frowned. "Gomen Vegeta..for..yelling at you.." He smiled at this, getting the reaction he had hoped for.
"Furto will be joining us." Her eyes widened slightly, and a small hint of a smile formed on her lips.
"Looloo," she whispered shyly, earning a strange look.
"Don't you even go learning Fewsk," he growled, glaring at her. "I don't want you to know what I'm saying about you." She smiled deviously, biting her lip in the most seductive, yet unintentional way possible. He took this to mean something entirely different than what she meant it to (innocence), and took a few steps towards her. She didn't move. He reached out one hand, lightly touching her cheek and she let out the breath she didn't even know she was holding. Her hands were now trembling, one at her side, the other pulled to her chest; she couldn't remember a time when she'd been more nervous. With Yamcha it had all been planned, all by the book. He'd taken her out to dinner, then came back to her house for a movie. They started to kiss and when things got heavy, he asked her if she was ready. She hesitated, but still said yes. There had been no real foreplay to speak of, they just got right to it. For Bulma, it was just to get it over with, afterwards she hadn't felt different physically. But towards Yamcha, they were forever changed. She stuck with him though, feeling if they were to break up she'd never find another. "Woman," Vegeta's rough voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Hmm?" she forced out, looking at the ground.
"You don't look so good," he stated monotone. "Lift your shirt." She didn't bother putting up a fight this time. She knew, that in his own way, he was showing his concern for her well-being. He felt around her abdomen, looking intently at the scratches. They looked to be their normal color. "Come with me," he demanded, grabbing her arm and pulling her into the house.
"What's wrong?" she managed to squeak after being pulled halfway to their destination. "Do..I have..Eskes again?" The words seemed to stick in her throat, and she was suddenly extremely thirsty.
"No." Was all he said, without the slightly hint of compassion. Though if she could see into his eyes, all his emotions were there for all who knew how, to see. He knew she would be able to read his feelings, so he opted to drag her behind him, his eyes fixed ahead. "Furto! Golana! Senju (Another healer-male)!" he yelled, banging on every door he passed. Several of the Fewsks poked their heads out into the hall, wondering what all the commotion was about.
"Tel Vegeta [ What Vegeta]?" a male, unfamiliar to Bulma, replied coming into the hall. She could tell there was hostility between the two aliens. She'd have to ask him about it later.
"Set hekto degen taka quesk wend gom [ I need you to look her over]," he grunted, swinging her infront of him.
"Vegeta!!" Bulma hissed, slapping him as hard as she could. "Stop throwing me around!! I'm not a doll!!" The Fewsk smirked, much like Vegeta, at her outburst. He'd never seen anyone stand up to him that way before. Her eyes were steady and fixed on him, no trace of fear what so ever.
"Set keka wend tonana [ I like her already]," Senju sneered (If you hadn't guessed it already lol), curving up the other side of his mouth into a smile.
"Hen degen eva dolata vet [ Do you have a death wish]? Vegeta snapped, attempting to lunge at him, only to be stopped by Bulma.
"You're such a child, Vegeta," she spat, then turned to the Fewsk. "Do you understand me?"
"Yes," he replied monotone.
"Good, then this will be much easier. What did Vegeta tell you? The first thing?" Senju's eyes darted around nervously for a brief second, then settled back on her. There was just something about her that could send shivers down even the strongest man's spine.
"He.." He paused, thinking a moment. "He said to look at you." She raised an eyebrow, but smiled none the less. It was good to hear English without stutters and pauses.
"Ok then. Lead the way." She then turned back to Vegeta, sticking her finger in his face. "You stay here," she demanded through clenched teeth.
"Don't tell me what to do woman!" he hissed back, swatting her hand away.
"Oh, so you want to come check me out?" she asked teasingly.
"I.." Vegeta gasped, caught off guard. His cheeks turned a noticeable shade of pink, and he stalked off without another word.
Bulma followed the new Fewsk to his room, where he'd check up on her. He was halfway through his examination, then he suddenly couldn't take it anymore, and broke the silence. "Bulma?" (They acquainted themselves already) She looked down at him. Even though she was sitting on a table that was low to the ground, she still towered over him.
"Hmm?"
"How did you get Vegeta to.. to.." He couldn't think of the right words.
"To listen to me?" she asked, smiling sweetly.
"I've never seen him act that way. I even saw some pink in his cheeks."
"Hmm..I don't really notice it," she giggled, running her heads through her hair. "So, anything wrong?"
"Nope, you're healthy. Though I am going to give you this as a precautious," he said seriously, handing her a goblet of steaming liquid. She sniffed it, cringing at its potent smell, but downed it nevertheless. "I know, its horrible..But it works." He smiled warmly at her, wondering how she could have gotten caught up with a tyrant like Vegeta.
"Well thank you very much, Senju." She smiled sweetly at him, then pulled on her clothes, not feeling at all embarrassed or uncomfortable about being naked around the alien (She HAS to be naked for him to examine her..Sick people :P). "Lah-bi."
"Lah-bi," he replied, and watched as she sauntered out to the hall and shut the door. He had to admit she was good looking, for an alien.
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"Come on woman! We don't have all night!" Vegeta yelled from outside the room Bulma was staying in that night.
"Hang on your highness! Some people like to look presentable at dinner (I'm really not sure how much time has passed..But its dinner time lol)!" She hissed back, then flung open the door, coming face to face with the angry Saiyan.
"I thought you said you wanted to look presentable," he sneered, earning a rather hard slap to the face, though he barely felt it.
"Ass!" she screamed, attempting to slap him once again, only to have him grab her wrists and pull her to him. He smirked, loving how her breasts pushed up onto him. He couldn't deny his physical attraction to her, but he claimed it to be that and nothing more; anything else would damage his precious pride for sure. Her dress, which was a simple solid red ankle- length design with no straps, showed off a generous amount of her cleavage, and Vegeta nearly gave into his urge to rip it off and take her right there in the hall, though his knowledge of her temper opted him not to. Instead though he leaned in and whispered in her ear.
"Next time I won't be so patient," he said, then blew warm air down her neck. This brought her back to reality, and she pushed him away angrily.
"You call that patience!? You banging on my door for twenty minutes!? I don't need you to walk me to the dining room! I'm a big girl!" she spat, stomping her foot.
"I agree. I'm surprised you fit through the door." That one set her off. How dare he call her fat! She lunged at him, taking him to the ground (Remember, its for the sake of the story ^_^). He immediately gained the upper hand though, and in a matter of seconds had her pinned beneath him.
"Get off me!!" she yelled, squirming under him and trying to get free. "You're such a barbarian!!"
"Quiet woman, you're so ugly when you yell." He smirked, brushing some hair out of her eyes.
"Fuck you!" she growled, spitting in his face. He whipped the saliva away immediately, though lost his grip on her. She ran down the hall, but didn't make it far. He caught up to her in a matter of seconds and once again had her pinned down.
"That was not smart woman!" he hissed, tightening the grip he had on her wrists, which he held above her head. "You're lucky I'm such a nice guy."
"Nice!? Fuck off!"
"You're asking for it!"
"UH! I hate you so much sometimes!"
"Not as much as I hate you!" They glared at one another a moment, seemingly trying to burn holes into each other's skulls with their eyes. Then, the fire in their eyes quickly turned to passion; they both magnetized together, lips locking like a vice. Bulma wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist. Their tongues wrestled with one another, while Vegeta's hands wandered up her sides and into her wild blue hair. He entangled his fingers in it, marveling at its silkiness. Soon his lips left her mouth and were assaulting the smooth skin on her neck and collarbone, giving it little nibbles here and there. She moaned as his tongue swirled around the base of her neck, then louder when she felt him begin to suck at it.
He inched his hand down her side to her thigh, then back up under her dressed slowly, wanting to feel everything inch of smooth flawless skin ( Ok, so now he's lifted himself up a little and her legs aren't around him anymore). Upon coming to her underwear, which was nothing more than a black thong ( Why she's wearing that or even has it with her I'll never know lol), he hooked his finger under the side and in one swift motion ripped it off. Bulma gasped, feeling the elastic snap on her hip, but paid no more mind to it. He slid his hand to her inner thigh, lightly stroking her womanhood ( LOL, I hate saying that :P Oh well) with his fingertips. She shivered slightly at his intimate touch, though urged him on by nibbling his earlobe. He obliged, easily thrusting two fingers deep within her wet entrance. She slid her hands to his back, digging her nails into his flesh. The faster his fingers worked, the harder she dug her nails. He was surprised at how much that turned him on, and thrust his fingers faster. Her moans grew louder and louder, until they began to echo through the winding corridors, and her eyes snapped open, her mouth shut. Noticing her sudden silence, Vegeta immediately stopped his ministrations, opening his eyes as well. They slowly turned to look at one another, their faces having the same shocked look.
Without saying a word they both stood, then took off in opposite directions, neither feeling hungry enough to eat. Vegeta made a beeline outside, while Bulma ran straight to the bathroom. Needless to say, their trip to Doon tomorrow was going to be a silent one.
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---Chapter 8!! This story is really growing on me!! :D I hope everyone enjoyed and will give me nice reviews. There was a lot of Vegeta/Bulma sexual contact in that one, heehee. And I hope it wasn't too sudden for all of you, I mean it is chapter 8 after all, and it was, of course, bound to happen sooner of later.
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"What, so now you know their language?" Vegeta grunted. She only stuck her tongue out at him and continued to eat the food he was forcing upon her, though purposely lacking in her usual grace for the pleasure of seeing him wrinkle his nose in disgust. *Only she could look that bad and that good at the same time.* He shook his head at the thought, scowling down at the floor. He was going to have to work harder to keep his mind off her. But how? Now he was going to another planet in search of a cure for a woman he could barely tolerate. Just the mere though of it baffled him. He could not believe how soft he was becoming. Only she could do this to him. Only she could make his pulse quicken with passion, lust, and anger all at once. She was who he lived to hate yet couldn't live without suddenly. He'd found love without searching for it or even wanting it. He'd pushed the feeling away every time it presented itself, which now left him at a crossroad and he didn't know where to go. It disgusted him, yet he knew, in the farthest depths of his mind, that he could not live without it, without her. *Woman, I hate you.*
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After finishing her more than delicious meal, Bulma left the bedroom in pursuit of Furto. And she had to admit, though never to Vegeta, that eating something made her feel much better. She winded in and out of various corridors, feeling like she was in some sort of maze; she figured more than one Fewsk family must live there, for they seemed like a rather resourceful race. She wondered if the rest of the Fewsks that lived there were as nice and curtious as Furto. Having that thought she wrinkled her nose and scowled ahead, thinking of how Vegeta had mislead her so; she had truly been scared of these beings, only to be pampered. He would pay for that. She didn't know when, or further more how, but something would come to her, sooner or later.
"Wella!?" she called into the emptiness, hoping it was the word for hello. She'd heard Furto say it, then speak what she thought was a translation.
"Saoi?" a slightly confused voice answered. She raked her brain a moment, thinking of exactly how she was going to continue. The Fewsk voice obviously did not belong to Furto. She sighed deeply, then said the only other words she was sure she knew the meanings to.
"Setta Bulma!" She smiled, proud of herself for picking up this odd language so quickly and without aid.
"Wella Bulma," the voice replied happily, then the Fewsk it belonged to came forward. The creature was of course a male, with eyes slightly more oval than Furto's and no hair. "Setta Tosana." Bulma smiled nervously, hoping he didn't continue, for she'd just spoken all she could understand.
"Do you speak Japanese?" Tosana blinked a few times then shook his head no. He was a farmer. Healers were the only Fewsks who had the brain power to learn other languages. "Kuso!" she swore, earning a questioning look from the Fewsk, his facial expression was slightly surprised. Bulma guessed it was because she was an alien and must look odd to him. But he must have been told that she and Vegeta were there, otherwise he would have reacted much differently. "Umm..Furto?" she squeaked, feeling very helpless all of a sudden. She didn't like not knowing everything and having to be helped. She was always in control, and now that she wasn't, she couldn't help but feel slightly nervous in the presence of this new face. She had this overwhelming urge to need to be with her parents, like a child who can't tie their shoes.
"Furto ka yoo her sona [ Furto is in his room]." Tosana then shook his head, knowing that she probably couldn't understand him, though he wondered where she knew the words she'd spoken from. "Xe [Come]," he said, waving for her to follow.
"Xe," she repeated, walking up beside the little alien. He gave her a strange look and she shook her head at him. "Relle, relle."
"Kaar juso {Silly woman]," he whispered to himself, picking up his pace slightly, and Bulma nearly had to run to keep up with him. Their legs may be short, but they sure were quick. "Furto," Tosana bellowed, knocking on the door he'd stopped them at.
"Xe yoo [Come in]," he replied, rustling threw several parchments on the table before him. Tosana opened the door, stepping aside so Bulma could go before him.
"Furto, how do I say thank you?" He smiled warmly at her. Earthlings were not as horrible as he'd been lead to believe. In face, he felt very much himself around her, though couldn't say the same for her companion.
"Looloo," he said with an even wider smile, then motioned for her to come closer.
"Looloo," Bulma said turning to Tosana who smiled back.
"Degene ekla [Your welcome]," he replied. "Lah-bi."
"Lah-bi." She took this to mean good-bye and watched as the Fewsk smiled once again, then shut the door behind him. She turned to Furto, who answered her without having to be asked.
"Degene ekla is y-your wel-come."
"Lah-bi is good-bye."
"Saoi." She giggled aloud, earning a slight hum of what Bulma took as laughter from the Fewsk.
"Furto." He raised his brow in question. "Can you teach me your language?" He thought a moment, sorting her words so they made sense to him. "I'm a quick learner." He took another moment for this, then answered her.
"Saoi." He loved being able to speak his own language around her, though he'd have to use Jack and Jill phrases so she could understand, until she was taught more advanced grammar. "L-luck-y for you..the Doonso sp-sp-speak the..s..same langu-age as..us.."
"The Doonso?" She blinked twice.
"Saoi Doonso."
"No..er..relle. What's the Doonso?"
"The Doonso..are in-habi-tants..of..Doon." She gave him a funny, and very confused look, knowing nothing of what he was talking about.
"Doon? Is that a planet or something?"
"Saoi. Fit?" He'd slipped back into his own language without even noticing.
"Why?"
"Saoi."
"What does Doon and the Doonso have to do with anything?"
"Oh relle (Oh is that same heehee ^_^)," he mumbled. "Teg-lee..er..the Prince did..not tell..you?" She rolled her eyes when he called Vegeta a prince, for he displayed behavior frowned upon by pre-schoolers, then shook her head. He emitted a low growling noise that Bulma took to mean frustration, then attempted to continue.
"Relle," Bulma said sweetly. "I'll just ask Vegeta." She hugged him, which he was slightly confused about, then said," Looloo." And was gone.
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"Vegeta, lui set vem degen dookana [ Vegeta, may I ask you something]?" the Fewsk he'd been walking with asked, turning to him. Her name was Golana, and she was a healer, Furto's sister. She was the only Fewsk who could get and keep Vegeta in a calm mood; there was just something so indescribably sweet about her and the way she presented herself that could melt any cold heart. And even after Vegeta's raid of her planet, she could still not hold any bitter feeling towards him. She simply wasn't like that.
He turned to her, his usual scowl on his face. "Tel [What]?" he grunted in annoyance, trying his hardest to be his normal rude self around her. She only smiled gingerly at his childish display and continued.
"Tel ka degene horna yoo Etakanian [ What is your interest in the Earthling]?" He stiffened slightly at her question, almost disappointed at her forwardness. Never before had she tried to pry into his private life without some subtlety. "Ces vel eva xon elarna [ Does she have mate qualities]?" That question set him off. Who was she to ask him about mating and his preferences? She had no business there and more importantly, no right.
"Golana," he hissed, subconsciously wishing he still had his tail, which would now be squishing behind him, showing his true anger. She backed up some, holding her hands up in her defense.
"Rama," she sighed, wishing she hadn't been so curious. She hoped she hadn't lost his trust. He couldn't help but smirk at her outward show of fear, he could almost smell it on her; it gave him a comforting feeling, knowing he could still arise fear in someone. Bulma had long since proved herself to him, jumping into any verbal battle he'd confront her with. She matched his wits and could take just as much as she dished out. She'd won her share of squabbles, sometimes even leaving the Prince at a loss for words. He liked that about her, though her physical strength could use some work. If she were a Saiyan there was no doubt in his mind that he'd claim her as his own.
*Stop that!* he scowled at himself for thinking of Bulma in such a way. *She's just a weak earthling, and nothing more and will never be anything more.* He growled aloud, gaining Golana's attention, though she thought the sound was aimed towards her, and excused herself with a solemn nod, leaving the Prince alone outside (Yeah, they were outside. Did I fail to mention that? ^_^). But he wasn't alone for long.
"Vegeta!!" boomed the unmistakenable voice of Bulma. He groaned, knowing full well that when she used that tone she usually won the fight. "Vegeta!!" she yelled again, this time much closer. He almost wanted to run to avoid confrontation with her, but stood his ground, not wanting to be a coward. A few moments later he heard her feet stomp up the steps leading to the outside door, cringing when he saw it fling open. "Vegeta!" He didn't even look up to acknowledge her existence. "Vegeta no Ouji!" she screamed, piercing his delicate Saiyan ears. He smirked though, having been addressed properly.
"Yes woman?" he replied calmly, tilting his head slightly to look at her out of the corner of his eye.
"May I have a word with you?" she hissed through clenched teeth, stepping forward so their noses were merely an inch apart.
"Of course," he said mockingly, brushing her arm with his fingertips ever so lightly. Her face flushed immediately and she took a few steps back. He then stepped towards her, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her against his chest. "What would you like?" he asked with a smirk and a devilish gleam in his eyes (If Bulma's not turned on by this then she's nuts!! *Drools* ^_^).
"I..I.." Suddenly she forgot why she'd stormed out there in the first place. He rested his head in the crook of her neck, blowing warm on her collarbone and breathing in the wonderful scent of her hair at the same time. She stiffened to his touch, unsure of exactly what to do. He let his hands wander from her waist to her back, then down so they were just barely touching her bottom. His mouth, meanwhile, had found her earlobe, and was nibbling gently at it, earning a soft moan of pleasure from her throat. Then her senses kicked in, and she pushed him away roughly. He fumbled a moment, then regained his composure and crossed his arms. "When were you planning on telling me about Doon?" she hissed, stamping her foot down and causing a little sand to scatter.
"I wasn't," he said flatly, causing her to fume more.
"Well you are now! What's going on!? What's it have to do with me!?" He frowned at her for being so, well, like herself, then smirked, knowing what he was about to say would change her attitude instantly.
"The cure for Denj-sa is on Doon. That's what it has to do with you." He paused a moment, liking her change in facial expression. "We're leaving tomorrow." She was speechless.
"Th-th-there's a cure!?" she squealed, then immediately frowned. "Gomen Vegeta..for..yelling at you.." He smiled at this, getting the reaction he had hoped for.
"Furto will be joining us." Her eyes widened slightly, and a small hint of a smile formed on her lips.
"Looloo," she whispered shyly, earning a strange look.
"Don't you even go learning Fewsk," he growled, glaring at her. "I don't want you to know what I'm saying about you." She smiled deviously, biting her lip in the most seductive, yet unintentional way possible. He took this to mean something entirely different than what she meant it to (innocence), and took a few steps towards her. She didn't move. He reached out one hand, lightly touching her cheek and she let out the breath she didn't even know she was holding. Her hands were now trembling, one at her side, the other pulled to her chest; she couldn't remember a time when she'd been more nervous. With Yamcha it had all been planned, all by the book. He'd taken her out to dinner, then came back to her house for a movie. They started to kiss and when things got heavy, he asked her if she was ready. She hesitated, but still said yes. There had been no real foreplay to speak of, they just got right to it. For Bulma, it was just to get it over with, afterwards she hadn't felt different physically. But towards Yamcha, they were forever changed. She stuck with him though, feeling if they were to break up she'd never find another. "Woman," Vegeta's rough voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Hmm?" she forced out, looking at the ground.
"You don't look so good," he stated monotone. "Lift your shirt." She didn't bother putting up a fight this time. She knew, that in his own way, he was showing his concern for her well-being. He felt around her abdomen, looking intently at the scratches. They looked to be their normal color. "Come with me," he demanded, grabbing her arm and pulling her into the house.
"What's wrong?" she managed to squeak after being pulled halfway to their destination. "Do..I have..Eskes again?" The words seemed to stick in her throat, and she was suddenly extremely thirsty.
"No." Was all he said, without the slightly hint of compassion. Though if she could see into his eyes, all his emotions were there for all who knew how, to see. He knew she would be able to read his feelings, so he opted to drag her behind him, his eyes fixed ahead. "Furto! Golana! Senju (Another healer-male)!" he yelled, banging on every door he passed. Several of the Fewsks poked their heads out into the hall, wondering what all the commotion was about.
"Tel Vegeta [ What Vegeta]?" a male, unfamiliar to Bulma, replied coming into the hall. She could tell there was hostility between the two aliens. She'd have to ask him about it later.
"Set hekto degen taka quesk wend gom [ I need you to look her over]," he grunted, swinging her infront of him.
"Vegeta!!" Bulma hissed, slapping him as hard as she could. "Stop throwing me around!! I'm not a doll!!" The Fewsk smirked, much like Vegeta, at her outburst. He'd never seen anyone stand up to him that way before. Her eyes were steady and fixed on him, no trace of fear what so ever.
"Set keka wend tonana [ I like her already]," Senju sneered (If you hadn't guessed it already lol), curving up the other side of his mouth into a smile.
"Hen degen eva dolata vet [ Do you have a death wish]? Vegeta snapped, attempting to lunge at him, only to be stopped by Bulma.
"You're such a child, Vegeta," she spat, then turned to the Fewsk. "Do you understand me?"
"Yes," he replied monotone.
"Good, then this will be much easier. What did Vegeta tell you? The first thing?" Senju's eyes darted around nervously for a brief second, then settled back on her. There was just something about her that could send shivers down even the strongest man's spine.
"He.." He paused, thinking a moment. "He said to look at you." She raised an eyebrow, but smiled none the less. It was good to hear English without stutters and pauses.
"Ok then. Lead the way." She then turned back to Vegeta, sticking her finger in his face. "You stay here," she demanded through clenched teeth.
"Don't tell me what to do woman!" he hissed back, swatting her hand away.
"Oh, so you want to come check me out?" she asked teasingly.
"I.." Vegeta gasped, caught off guard. His cheeks turned a noticeable shade of pink, and he stalked off without another word.
Bulma followed the new Fewsk to his room, where he'd check up on her. He was halfway through his examination, then he suddenly couldn't take it anymore, and broke the silence. "Bulma?" (They acquainted themselves already) She looked down at him. Even though she was sitting on a table that was low to the ground, she still towered over him.
"Hmm?"
"How did you get Vegeta to.. to.." He couldn't think of the right words.
"To listen to me?" she asked, smiling sweetly.
"I've never seen him act that way. I even saw some pink in his cheeks."
"Hmm..I don't really notice it," she giggled, running her heads through her hair. "So, anything wrong?"
"Nope, you're healthy. Though I am going to give you this as a precautious," he said seriously, handing her a goblet of steaming liquid. She sniffed it, cringing at its potent smell, but downed it nevertheless. "I know, its horrible..But it works." He smiled warmly at her, wondering how she could have gotten caught up with a tyrant like Vegeta.
"Well thank you very much, Senju." She smiled sweetly at him, then pulled on her clothes, not feeling at all embarrassed or uncomfortable about being naked around the alien (She HAS to be naked for him to examine her..Sick people :P). "Lah-bi."
"Lah-bi," he replied, and watched as she sauntered out to the hall and shut the door. He had to admit she was good looking, for an alien.
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"Come on woman! We don't have all night!" Vegeta yelled from outside the room Bulma was staying in that night.
"Hang on your highness! Some people like to look presentable at dinner (I'm really not sure how much time has passed..But its dinner time lol)!" She hissed back, then flung open the door, coming face to face with the angry Saiyan.
"I thought you said you wanted to look presentable," he sneered, earning a rather hard slap to the face, though he barely felt it.
"Ass!" she screamed, attempting to slap him once again, only to have him grab her wrists and pull her to him. He smirked, loving how her breasts pushed up onto him. He couldn't deny his physical attraction to her, but he claimed it to be that and nothing more; anything else would damage his precious pride for sure. Her dress, which was a simple solid red ankle- length design with no straps, showed off a generous amount of her cleavage, and Vegeta nearly gave into his urge to rip it off and take her right there in the hall, though his knowledge of her temper opted him not to. Instead though he leaned in and whispered in her ear.
"Next time I won't be so patient," he said, then blew warm air down her neck. This brought her back to reality, and she pushed him away angrily.
"You call that patience!? You banging on my door for twenty minutes!? I don't need you to walk me to the dining room! I'm a big girl!" she spat, stomping her foot.
"I agree. I'm surprised you fit through the door." That one set her off. How dare he call her fat! She lunged at him, taking him to the ground (Remember, its for the sake of the story ^_^). He immediately gained the upper hand though, and in a matter of seconds had her pinned beneath him.
"Get off me!!" she yelled, squirming under him and trying to get free. "You're such a barbarian!!"
"Quiet woman, you're so ugly when you yell." He smirked, brushing some hair out of her eyes.
"Fuck you!" she growled, spitting in his face. He whipped the saliva away immediately, though lost his grip on her. She ran down the hall, but didn't make it far. He caught up to her in a matter of seconds and once again had her pinned down.
"That was not smart woman!" he hissed, tightening the grip he had on her wrists, which he held above her head. "You're lucky I'm such a nice guy."
"Nice!? Fuck off!"
"You're asking for it!"
"UH! I hate you so much sometimes!"
"Not as much as I hate you!" They glared at one another a moment, seemingly trying to burn holes into each other's skulls with their eyes. Then, the fire in their eyes quickly turned to passion; they both magnetized together, lips locking like a vice. Bulma wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist. Their tongues wrestled with one another, while Vegeta's hands wandered up her sides and into her wild blue hair. He entangled his fingers in it, marveling at its silkiness. Soon his lips left her mouth and were assaulting the smooth skin on her neck and collarbone, giving it little nibbles here and there. She moaned as his tongue swirled around the base of her neck, then louder when she felt him begin to suck at it.
He inched his hand down her side to her thigh, then back up under her dressed slowly, wanting to feel everything inch of smooth flawless skin ( Ok, so now he's lifted himself up a little and her legs aren't around him anymore). Upon coming to her underwear, which was nothing more than a black thong ( Why she's wearing that or even has it with her I'll never know lol), he hooked his finger under the side and in one swift motion ripped it off. Bulma gasped, feeling the elastic snap on her hip, but paid no more mind to it. He slid his hand to her inner thigh, lightly stroking her womanhood ( LOL, I hate saying that :P Oh well) with his fingertips. She shivered slightly at his intimate touch, though urged him on by nibbling his earlobe. He obliged, easily thrusting two fingers deep within her wet entrance. She slid her hands to his back, digging her nails into his flesh. The faster his fingers worked, the harder she dug her nails. He was surprised at how much that turned him on, and thrust his fingers faster. Her moans grew louder and louder, until they began to echo through the winding corridors, and her eyes snapped open, her mouth shut. Noticing her sudden silence, Vegeta immediately stopped his ministrations, opening his eyes as well. They slowly turned to look at one another, their faces having the same shocked look.
Without saying a word they both stood, then took off in opposite directions, neither feeling hungry enough to eat. Vegeta made a beeline outside, while Bulma ran straight to the bathroom. Needless to say, their trip to Doon tomorrow was going to be a silent one.
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---Chapter 8!! This story is really growing on me!! :D I hope everyone enjoyed and will give me nice reviews. There was a lot of Vegeta/Bulma sexual contact in that one, heehee. And I hope it wasn't too sudden for all of you, I mean it is chapter 8 after all, and it was, of course, bound to happen sooner of later.
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Next time: Vegeta, Bulma, and Furto leave for Doon..and other stuff :P
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