Chapter Two
Fear
AN: POAS here again with yet another chapter to add to the craziness! Don'cha just love meh!
Disclaimer: Bite me. . .
He sat above her, his knee pinning her to the bed, his large hands grasping her forearms as she attempted to put up a fight. She could be in a coma and still have enough willpower to fight back and almost win. He grinned down at her as she struggled and wiggled an arm free before it was caught once more. She gave a small grunt as she brought her un-trapped legs around his neck from behind and pushed downward, changing their awkward position into a compromising one.
"This is. . . New," he chuckled.
"I've been working out," she stuck her tongue out at him.
"I never stopped!" he grunted once again switching the way their bodies mingled.
Bulma chuckled heartily as they struggled and fumbled and rolled on the small bed, Vegeta leading almost every attack. Bulma grinned at him as she pinned his hands behind him and his legs under her legs, her hands were resting by his ears and her nose was just barely touching his. She panted, smiling through it all as she dug her knees painfully into his thighs. He gave little clue that he was in pain besides a small flinch in his features and she began to worry when his devilish smirk came back.
"Oh, crap!" she shouted as his arms came from under him and pressed her against his chest, her face resting where her hand was.
He licked his lips as he crushed her to his chest arousing painful gasps and startled shouts. Vegeta grinned as her back cracked but loosened his grip a bit when she told him stop. With a small bead of sweat on her chin, Bulma raised her head to face him and he showed no resistance.
"I . . . Hate . . . You . . ." she panted harshly.
"Mm-hmm," he teased.
"You smell good," she grinned.
"I know."
He flipped them so she was now on her back. Her only response was a startled gasp of pain and pleasure. He only offered her that smirk of his, his teeth gleaming in the moonlight. She rolled her eyes at him and looked away, gods he was sexy under the moonlight, and on top of her no less. Her fantasies began to run throughout in her head, forcing a deep blush of crimson to rise and spread across her face. She struggled a bit more but to her dismay, he had her trapped in more way than one. His deep brown eyes danced with mirth, glee, confusion, and wonder as he stared down at her, but his thoughts wandered to her lips and so did his eyes. Bulma closed her eyes and wiggled around, unknown to her the man above her was set on doing the unthinkable.
Her eyes shot wide open as his soft lips were placed on hers, a most earnest and softest kiss of love and passion, an innocent gesture of "I like you too" and that's what scared her.
She awoke with a start and found herself in the same room as her dreams with Vegeta gently wiping her face with a towel. Her body ached, her lungs burned, her head hurt, but she was safe, safe here on the bed of the man she trusted more than her own mother. He pressed a cool glass of water to her lips and she greedily downed the contents, the liquid that hadn't made it's way into her mouth found her neck and the surrounding cloth more appealing and soaked it's way in there. She coughed loudly as bits went down the wrong pipe but she continued to gulp and swallow until the life giving liquid was drained. When she finished, Vegeta placed the glass on the nightstand next to the bed and sat closer to her.
"You gave me a bit of a fright," he told her softly.
He looked down at her with those eyes of his, those eyes she always lost herself in, those eyes she often looked away from, she feared getting lost in those deep brown pools of emotion. She gave a shuddering sigh, her eyes asking what happened.
"Food poisoning," he stated simply.
"I didn't . . . soil myself . . . did I?" she asked sheepishly.
"Too bad there's no God because I would thank him," he grinned.
She sighed happily as she laid her throbbing her onto the pillow below the last thing she needed was something like that to happen around anyone even herself. Vegeta gave her a grin as she eased herself back into the pillows, but frowned softly when she looked away from him suddenly.
"Hmm," was his only response.
"You scare me," she said softly.
"How so?"
"The emotions you bring out in me. . . They scare me."
"Emotions?"
"I hate you for it. . . Nevertheless, I like you more for it. Why do you do this to me?"
"I haven't done anything."
She shook her head, he just didn't understand. He would never understand the fear he caused to run wild in her mind when he was near, that fear of being rejected. It scared her. He scared her. And, suddenly, she didn't want a part of it.
AN: Minor edits and whatnot.
POAS
Fear
AN: POAS here again with yet another chapter to add to the craziness! Don'cha just love meh!
Disclaimer: Bite me. . .
He sat above her, his knee pinning her to the bed, his large hands grasping her forearms as she attempted to put up a fight. She could be in a coma and still have enough willpower to fight back and almost win. He grinned down at her as she struggled and wiggled an arm free before it was caught once more. She gave a small grunt as she brought her un-trapped legs around his neck from behind and pushed downward, changing their awkward position into a compromising one.
"This is. . . New," he chuckled.
"I've been working out," she stuck her tongue out at him.
"I never stopped!" he grunted once again switching the way their bodies mingled.
Bulma chuckled heartily as they struggled and fumbled and rolled on the small bed, Vegeta leading almost every attack. Bulma grinned at him as she pinned his hands behind him and his legs under her legs, her hands were resting by his ears and her nose was just barely touching his. She panted, smiling through it all as she dug her knees painfully into his thighs. He gave little clue that he was in pain besides a small flinch in his features and she began to worry when his devilish smirk came back.
"Oh, crap!" she shouted as his arms came from under him and pressed her against his chest, her face resting where her hand was.
He licked his lips as he crushed her to his chest arousing painful gasps and startled shouts. Vegeta grinned as her back cracked but loosened his grip a bit when she told him stop. With a small bead of sweat on her chin, Bulma raised her head to face him and he showed no resistance.
"I . . . Hate . . . You . . ." she panted harshly.
"Mm-hmm," he teased.
"You smell good," she grinned.
"I know."
He flipped them so she was now on her back. Her only response was a startled gasp of pain and pleasure. He only offered her that smirk of his, his teeth gleaming in the moonlight. She rolled her eyes at him and looked away, gods he was sexy under the moonlight, and on top of her no less. Her fantasies began to run throughout in her head, forcing a deep blush of crimson to rise and spread across her face. She struggled a bit more but to her dismay, he had her trapped in more way than one. His deep brown eyes danced with mirth, glee, confusion, and wonder as he stared down at her, but his thoughts wandered to her lips and so did his eyes. Bulma closed her eyes and wiggled around, unknown to her the man above her was set on doing the unthinkable.
Her eyes shot wide open as his soft lips were placed on hers, a most earnest and softest kiss of love and passion, an innocent gesture of "I like you too" and that's what scared her.
She awoke with a start and found herself in the same room as her dreams with Vegeta gently wiping her face with a towel. Her body ached, her lungs burned, her head hurt, but she was safe, safe here on the bed of the man she trusted more than her own mother. He pressed a cool glass of water to her lips and she greedily downed the contents, the liquid that hadn't made it's way into her mouth found her neck and the surrounding cloth more appealing and soaked it's way in there. She coughed loudly as bits went down the wrong pipe but she continued to gulp and swallow until the life giving liquid was drained. When she finished, Vegeta placed the glass on the nightstand next to the bed and sat closer to her.
"You gave me a bit of a fright," he told her softly.
He looked down at her with those eyes of his, those eyes she always lost herself in, those eyes she often looked away from, she feared getting lost in those deep brown pools of emotion. She gave a shuddering sigh, her eyes asking what happened.
"Food poisoning," he stated simply.
"I didn't . . . soil myself . . . did I?" she asked sheepishly.
"Too bad there's no God because I would thank him," he grinned.
She sighed happily as she laid her throbbing her onto the pillow below the last thing she needed was something like that to happen around anyone even herself. Vegeta gave her a grin as she eased herself back into the pillows, but frowned softly when she looked away from him suddenly.
"Hmm," was his only response.
"You scare me," she said softly.
"How so?"
"The emotions you bring out in me. . . They scare me."
"Emotions?"
"I hate you for it. . . Nevertheless, I like you more for it. Why do you do this to me?"
"I haven't done anything."
She shook her head, he just didn't understand. He would never understand the fear he caused to run wild in her mind when he was near, that fear of being rejected. It scared her. He scared her. And, suddenly, she didn't want a part of it.
AN: Minor edits and whatnot.
POAS