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A Love Story of Sorts
Chapter 5
They had been at it for two days now; Vegeta had complained that he should have gone alone, because Bulma slowed him down. "Vegeta, I'm already here so you might as well just accept it ok. I needed to get out anyway; I haven't done anything exciting in a while. The radar says the next one should be just a little north of here. Probably in that mountain over there." Bulma said to him. He looked ahead at the mountain closest to them, it was tall and capped with white snow that dripped down the sides. It looked like that sweet human confection that he had grown fond of (though he would never admit that of course.) since his arrival on Earth. "Just stay here woman, give me the radar and I'll get it myself. It will be quicker that way and you can start on my evening meal." Vegeta said to her in his usual gruff manner. "No, Vegeta I wanna go too. Besides I might get hurt here all by myself." she replied in a whiney voice. "Woman just stay inside that little inflatable house of yours and you'll be fine." he replied in a stern voice. "Besides you came with me on the last four; and if anything could kill you I'd be the first to congratulate them. I swear you'll live longer than the rest of these weak humans just to spite me." "It's a capsule house Vegeta and I swear one of these days I'm gonna kick your sorry saiyan behind." she told him in an irritated voice.
She could hear his laugh as he gracefully took to the air. She pulled out a small pill shaped container the size of her pinky finger. She pushed the small button at the top and threw the tiny capsule about six feet in front of her. The capsule exploded with a loud pop and hiss of air, she needed to work on that, a silent capsule. *Hmm, yeah really gotta work on that just in case I ever need a quiet one.* she thought. She looked at the round shaped house that stood in front of her and slowly stepped inside. She looked around and sighed. They had left it a mess that morning because he had been in a hurry to get started and didn't want to wait for her to tidy up a bit before they sat out to find the third dragonball.
She had finished cleaning and already had dinner on the stove keeping the food warm for Vegeta. She sat down on the couch and turned on the television. There was no reception way out there and she had forgotten to bring the portable satellite. Luckily, there was a good assortment of DVD's that were stored in the shelf under the coffee table. She picked out an old 80's B-movie that she was very fond of that starred Mathew Broderick, Michele Pfeiffer, Rutger Hauer, and Richard Donner. The movie was about lovers that one took the form of a hawk by day and the other a wolf by night, and had the aptly title of LadyHawke.
She sighed and put the movie in as her thoughts drifted to the handsome prince now sharing close quarters with her. She thought about all the times she had watched him practice his kata's outside in the daylight with the shadows playing hide and seek with his muscled form. He was so graceful in all his movements and she wondered what kind of grace he would take in bed. Thinking about the way his body would cover hers in the heat of passion, his skin pressing heatedly against hers. Slick with sweat, his hands would slide over her body with practiced ease. *Man, I need to stop thinking about this it's making me want to go out and find him so I can jump his bones.* she thought to herself. Just as she finished that thought the door opened and the saiyan in question stepped inside.
As Vegeta opened the door his senses were assaulted by a familiar smell. He knew what that smell was and where it was coming from as he looked over to the couch where said smell was coming from. He locked eyes with her as he noticed her blush. *So, the little Onna's been thinking about me again huh?* he thought with amusement. Vegeta however pretended not to notice the enticing scent coming from the beautiful woman seated in front of him. He would play with her for a little while, playing with her wouldn't hurt anything. "Where's my meal woman, I thought I told you to make my food so I could eat when I returned!" he said harshly, never letting the tone in his voice slip to give himself away.
"It's on the stove, just a sec and I'll plate it up for you" Bulma replied rather breathlessly. *Damn, I could have sworn he knew I was thinking dirty things about him when he came in, but maybe I was wrong.* she thought hurriedly. She began to pile food onto plates; she could feel his eyes staring at her back. She brought the first two plates over to him; as he moved his arm to make room for the plates, she felt his hand brush the underside of her arm. Her sharp intake of air indicated that she had felt the slight touch. She not only felt it, his hand had left her skin burning where he had touched her. Vegeta had either not noticed it or pretended that it simply didn't happen.
All through the meal accidental touches kept happening, once she had gasped so loudly at his inadvertent touch that he had snapped at her "What's wrong with you tonight woman, you act as if your skin burns whenever I accidentally touch you. Am I that repulsive?" "N-no it just startled me that's all, I've been jumpy today, sorry." she had replied shakily. *Damn, he knows I'm acting differently.* she thought as they finished eating in silence. After the food was gone, the prince dabbed at his mouth and placed his napkin on his empty plate. The man had the best manners she had ever seen in any man, especially any saiyan man. She figured it had to do with the fact that he had been raised as royalty. She watched as he walked over to the couch and turned on the movie she had been watching.
She finished the dishes so lost in her thoughts of Vegeta that she hadn't noticed him turn off the T.V. and leave the room to shower. She finished wiping down the counters and turned off the lights as she walked over to her bed. She might as well change into her jammies while he was in the shower and she had some privacy. She reached into the drawer where her clothes lay undisturbed; she pulled out a pair of short cotton shorts that sat loosely on her hips. She slipped on the shorts under her skirt and proceeded to discard the flowing white garment. She looked in her drawer for a shirt; it was rather warm so something sleeveless would be in order. Her hands riffled through the clothes to pull up a short tank with a lace inset at the top.
He stood against the doorframe and watched as she dug in the drawers to find something suitable to sleep in. A pointless custom in his opinion, sleep in clothes! He would have preferred to sleep in nothing at all, only soldiers wore clothes to bed and even then only on the battlefield. He had tried to stick to his preferences when the Onna had turned beet red and shrieked at him to put something on before he slept. His thoughts were interrupted when his eyes caught sight of her arms cris-crossed to her sides where her hands glided up to catch the fabric and pull it over her head. He had to clamp his mouth shut lest he give himself away. She was undressing right in front of him and although he had seen her in much less, (those tiny scraps of fabric she had called bathing suits) still her body was incredible and the sight of her back and the graceful feminine curve it held was breathtaking. He watched as her hands unclasped the elastic type undergarment that obviously held her breasts. He was disappointed when her hands slid on some other type of shirt over her head.
He watched as she slowly turned to face him, she hadn't noticed him in the dimness of the night. The only light was the full, bright moon that shone through the windows making her pale skin glow with an ethereal light. The pale blue of the clothing seemed to accentuate her skin's natural porcelain quality. His eyes registered the look in her face when she realized that he had been watching her. "Vegeta" she whispered to him. He thought she sounded breathless, he hadn't known he would have this kind of effect on her but he liked it nonetheless. The full moon was taking its toll on his body and he knew it was only a matter of minutes before his attraction to her would pull him towards her and break his restraint. He just had to be gentle with her, that's all. She would willingly come to him and he knew it. *It's not her body you were worried about before it was her spirit. She's in love with you, you fool!* the voice inside him screamed. Love, hmm. He smirked as he walked towards the scent that was overpoweringly strong, it emanated from her scintillating form.
All at once he was holding her in his arms and kissing her passionately. His lips, locked against hers in a battle for control that lasted several heated minutes. He felt her hands run through his hair, they fisted and loosened against his skull, much like the cat that the woman's father owned. The little thing would sometimes curl up in his lap late at night and perform this kneading ritual when it was content. Her hands suddenly became restless as he realized they were touching him, caressing his skin with eager abandon. He felt himself moan involuntarily as her hands moved to the front of his body and slowly traveled down to the drawstring of his silky black pants. They played there shyly before daring to go lower, daring further to untie the string that held the garment loosely around his narrow hips. He felt the cool air against his heated skin as the material slid to the floor unheeded. He stood there naked, proud and strong. She had pulled back and was staring at his body drinking in as much of him as she could, as if to memorize every muscle, sinew, and ridge that he possessed. He couldn't take the way she was staring at him like that, the passion and desire written clearly in her eyes. He could see something else there too, but preferred that it remain nameless and unseen to his knowing eyes. Note: if the aff.net is down, email me and I will send you the word files. To read the unedited version of this fanfic please visit adult fanfiction.net at
A/N I know, I know. Cliffhanger. Sorry it's now 1:26 am and I'm getting tired. But don't worry I'll finish the lemon. Ya got a little somethin' somethin' for now. I'll try and get the rest up tomorrow. Anywho review review review. Thanx again for the reviews.
A Love Story of Sorts
Chapter 5
They had been at it for two days now; Vegeta had complained that he should have gone alone, because Bulma slowed him down. "Vegeta, I'm already here so you might as well just accept it ok. I needed to get out anyway; I haven't done anything exciting in a while. The radar says the next one should be just a little north of here. Probably in that mountain over there." Bulma said to him. He looked ahead at the mountain closest to them, it was tall and capped with white snow that dripped down the sides. It looked like that sweet human confection that he had grown fond of (though he would never admit that of course.) since his arrival on Earth. "Just stay here woman, give me the radar and I'll get it myself. It will be quicker that way and you can start on my evening meal." Vegeta said to her in his usual gruff manner. "No, Vegeta I wanna go too. Besides I might get hurt here all by myself." she replied in a whiney voice. "Woman just stay inside that little inflatable house of yours and you'll be fine." he replied in a stern voice. "Besides you came with me on the last four; and if anything could kill you I'd be the first to congratulate them. I swear you'll live longer than the rest of these weak humans just to spite me." "It's a capsule house Vegeta and I swear one of these days I'm gonna kick your sorry saiyan behind." she told him in an irritated voice.
She could hear his laugh as he gracefully took to the air. She pulled out a small pill shaped container the size of her pinky finger. She pushed the small button at the top and threw the tiny capsule about six feet in front of her. The capsule exploded with a loud pop and hiss of air, she needed to work on that, a silent capsule. *Hmm, yeah really gotta work on that just in case I ever need a quiet one.* she thought. She looked at the round shaped house that stood in front of her and slowly stepped inside. She looked around and sighed. They had left it a mess that morning because he had been in a hurry to get started and didn't want to wait for her to tidy up a bit before they sat out to find the third dragonball.
She had finished cleaning and already had dinner on the stove keeping the food warm for Vegeta. She sat down on the couch and turned on the television. There was no reception way out there and she had forgotten to bring the portable satellite. Luckily, there was a good assortment of DVD's that were stored in the shelf under the coffee table. She picked out an old 80's B-movie that she was very fond of that starred Mathew Broderick, Michele Pfeiffer, Rutger Hauer, and Richard Donner. The movie was about lovers that one took the form of a hawk by day and the other a wolf by night, and had the aptly title of LadyHawke.
She sighed and put the movie in as her thoughts drifted to the handsome prince now sharing close quarters with her. She thought about all the times she had watched him practice his kata's outside in the daylight with the shadows playing hide and seek with his muscled form. He was so graceful in all his movements and she wondered what kind of grace he would take in bed. Thinking about the way his body would cover hers in the heat of passion, his skin pressing heatedly against hers. Slick with sweat, his hands would slide over her body with practiced ease. *Man, I need to stop thinking about this it's making me want to go out and find him so I can jump his bones.* she thought to herself. Just as she finished that thought the door opened and the saiyan in question stepped inside.
As Vegeta opened the door his senses were assaulted by a familiar smell. He knew what that smell was and where it was coming from as he looked over to the couch where said smell was coming from. He locked eyes with her as he noticed her blush. *So, the little Onna's been thinking about me again huh?* he thought with amusement. Vegeta however pretended not to notice the enticing scent coming from the beautiful woman seated in front of him. He would play with her for a little while, playing with her wouldn't hurt anything. "Where's my meal woman, I thought I told you to make my food so I could eat when I returned!" he said harshly, never letting the tone in his voice slip to give himself away.
"It's on the stove, just a sec and I'll plate it up for you" Bulma replied rather breathlessly. *Damn, I could have sworn he knew I was thinking dirty things about him when he came in, but maybe I was wrong.* she thought hurriedly. She began to pile food onto plates; she could feel his eyes staring at her back. She brought the first two plates over to him; as he moved his arm to make room for the plates, she felt his hand brush the underside of her arm. Her sharp intake of air indicated that she had felt the slight touch. She not only felt it, his hand had left her skin burning where he had touched her. Vegeta had either not noticed it or pretended that it simply didn't happen.
All through the meal accidental touches kept happening, once she had gasped so loudly at his inadvertent touch that he had snapped at her "What's wrong with you tonight woman, you act as if your skin burns whenever I accidentally touch you. Am I that repulsive?" "N-no it just startled me that's all, I've been jumpy today, sorry." she had replied shakily. *Damn, he knows I'm acting differently.* she thought as they finished eating in silence. After the food was gone, the prince dabbed at his mouth and placed his napkin on his empty plate. The man had the best manners she had ever seen in any man, especially any saiyan man. She figured it had to do with the fact that he had been raised as royalty. She watched as he walked over to the couch and turned on the movie she had been watching.
She finished the dishes so lost in her thoughts of Vegeta that she hadn't noticed him turn off the T.V. and leave the room to shower. She finished wiping down the counters and turned off the lights as she walked over to her bed. She might as well change into her jammies while he was in the shower and she had some privacy. She reached into the drawer where her clothes lay undisturbed; she pulled out a pair of short cotton shorts that sat loosely on her hips. She slipped on the shorts under her skirt and proceeded to discard the flowing white garment. She looked in her drawer for a shirt; it was rather warm so something sleeveless would be in order. Her hands riffled through the clothes to pull up a short tank with a lace inset at the top.
He stood against the doorframe and watched as she dug in the drawers to find something suitable to sleep in. A pointless custom in his opinion, sleep in clothes! He would have preferred to sleep in nothing at all, only soldiers wore clothes to bed and even then only on the battlefield. He had tried to stick to his preferences when the Onna had turned beet red and shrieked at him to put something on before he slept. His thoughts were interrupted when his eyes caught sight of her arms cris-crossed to her sides where her hands glided up to catch the fabric and pull it over her head. He had to clamp his mouth shut lest he give himself away. She was undressing right in front of him and although he had seen her in much less, (those tiny scraps of fabric she had called bathing suits) still her body was incredible and the sight of her back and the graceful feminine curve it held was breathtaking. He watched as her hands unclasped the elastic type undergarment that obviously held her breasts. He was disappointed when her hands slid on some other type of shirt over her head.
He watched as she slowly turned to face him, she hadn't noticed him in the dimness of the night. The only light was the full, bright moon that shone through the windows making her pale skin glow with an ethereal light. The pale blue of the clothing seemed to accentuate her skin's natural porcelain quality. His eyes registered the look in her face when she realized that he had been watching her. "Vegeta" she whispered to him. He thought she sounded breathless, he hadn't known he would have this kind of effect on her but he liked it nonetheless. The full moon was taking its toll on his body and he knew it was only a matter of minutes before his attraction to her would pull him towards her and break his restraint. He just had to be gentle with her, that's all. She would willingly come to him and he knew it. *It's not her body you were worried about before it was her spirit. She's in love with you, you fool!* the voice inside him screamed. Love, hmm. He smirked as he walked towards the scent that was overpoweringly strong, it emanated from her scintillating form.
All at once he was holding her in his arms and kissing her passionately. His lips, locked against hers in a battle for control that lasted several heated minutes. He felt her hands run through his hair, they fisted and loosened against his skull, much like the cat that the woman's father owned. The little thing would sometimes curl up in his lap late at night and perform this kneading ritual when it was content. Her hands suddenly became restless as he realized they were touching him, caressing his skin with eager abandon. He felt himself moan involuntarily as her hands moved to the front of his body and slowly traveled down to the drawstring of his silky black pants. They played there shyly before daring to go lower, daring further to untie the string that held the garment loosely around his narrow hips. He felt the cool air against his heated skin as the material slid to the floor unheeded. He stood there naked, proud and strong. She had pulled back and was staring at his body drinking in as much of him as she could, as if to memorize every muscle, sinew, and ridge that he possessed. He couldn't take the way she was staring at him like that, the passion and desire written clearly in her eyes. He could see something else there too, but preferred that it remain nameless and unseen to his knowing eyes. Note: if the aff.net is down, email me and I will send you the word files. To read the unedited version of this fanfic please visit adult fanfiction.net at
A/N I know, I know. Cliffhanger. Sorry it's now 1:26 am and I'm getting tired. But don't worry I'll finish the lemon. Ya got a little somethin' somethin' for now. I'll try and get the rest up tomorrow. Anywho review review review. Thanx again for the reviews.