With You
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Fifteen: Kisses and a Searching Father
Dr. Breifs slammed his fist on the dinner table, and began to yell. "Where is...that jackass hiding...my daughter?!" He shouted, assuming Vegeta'd intended only to keep his daughter from him. "They'll never...date each other...or anything of the likes." He accidentally dropped the bottle he held, and it smashed on the floor. "What the hell?!" Dr. Breifs looked at the broken glass on the ground. "Son of a gun, I'm going to have to fire my maids if they leave...messes...everywhere!" He waved about wildly, 'searching' for a maid to clean the mess.
The gravity room was quiet, except for the soft breathing of the two, as they held onto each other and kissed for endless minutes, not caring how much time went by. "Bulma...we...shouldn't..."
"Shouldn't...we...?" Bulma moved her hand away from where she'd gone to take Vegeta's armour off, and then proceed to remove his shirt. He'd allowed her to take his armour off, because it was uncomfortable, doing what they were, but his shirt would stay on. He didn't want to go so far where they were.
"Not in...here..." Vegeta mouthed through their kisses. The whole conversation had been broken up by this. Bulma moved her hands back around to Vegeta's back, where she ran her fingers down his neck and made him shiver in angst. "Why...?" Bulma wondered as Vegeta kissed her neck and shoulders. He opened his eyes, and looked at her. "If we get caught, then--"
"We won't get caught." Bulma interrupted.
"But if we do..."
"We won't!"
"Fine, but...in here?" Vegeta looked around. The floor didn't look so comfortable, and he knew it wasn't from falling to it endless amounts of times while training. It was not somewhere to do anything but train. Dr. Breifs hadn't counted on Vegeta having any guests in there when he'd built the gravity room. Especially when that guest was Bulma, and she wasn't there to fight.
"We can...go to my...room..." Bulma kissed him again, and they were started up for a second round.
"But there's a...lock on my door...not yours..." Vegeta protested. His fingers swept down Bulma's shoulders, arms, and locked with Bulma's fingers, and he held her hand while the other played with her hair.
"S-Sure..."
"Trunks!" Goku called to the boy from the future, who'd wanted to know one last thing before he went back to his time. He'd only come to check up on everything, and make sure they hadn't forgotten about the androids that were coming, but wanted to hear the latest on his parents. "Goku, what did you find out from Kami?"
"You wouldn't beleive it! When I got to the Lookout, Vegeta and Bulma were already there, together!"
"You mean...they're in love?" Trunks smiled excitedly.
"Well, I guess so...man, you wouldn't beleive how much Vegeta actually likes your mom! She was sick, and he was almost crying!" Goku announced.
"My mom is sick?" Trunks asked worriedly.
"Well, yeah., but I wouldn't worry too much about it. She's in good hands." Goku assured the boy. Trunks frowned anyways, the looked up with an honest question in his eyes. "Did they...y'know...uh..."
"What?"
"Am I in process yet?" Trunks asked, turning pink. The subject embarassed him, as it did most people.
"Oh, I don't know. Bulma's still pretty skinny. You want me to ask?"
"NO!"
"Bulma?!" Dr Breifs was making another round a half hour later. He saw the power in the gravity room had been turned off...he wondered why. "A hah! Vegeta will know where my daughter is!" He swaggered, half-drunkenly, to the door, and pulled the handle down, yanking the door open.
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Fifteen: Kisses and a Searching Father
Dr. Breifs slammed his fist on the dinner table, and began to yell. "Where is...that jackass hiding...my daughter?!" He shouted, assuming Vegeta'd intended only to keep his daughter from him. "They'll never...date each other...or anything of the likes." He accidentally dropped the bottle he held, and it smashed on the floor. "What the hell?!" Dr. Breifs looked at the broken glass on the ground. "Son of a gun, I'm going to have to fire my maids if they leave...messes...everywhere!" He waved about wildly, 'searching' for a maid to clean the mess.
The gravity room was quiet, except for the soft breathing of the two, as they held onto each other and kissed for endless minutes, not caring how much time went by. "Bulma...we...shouldn't..."
"Shouldn't...we...?" Bulma moved her hand away from where she'd gone to take Vegeta's armour off, and then proceed to remove his shirt. He'd allowed her to take his armour off, because it was uncomfortable, doing what they were, but his shirt would stay on. He didn't want to go so far where they were.
"Not in...here..." Vegeta mouthed through their kisses. The whole conversation had been broken up by this. Bulma moved her hands back around to Vegeta's back, where she ran her fingers down his neck and made him shiver in angst. "Why...?" Bulma wondered as Vegeta kissed her neck and shoulders. He opened his eyes, and looked at her. "If we get caught, then--"
"We won't get caught." Bulma interrupted.
"But if we do..."
"We won't!"
"Fine, but...in here?" Vegeta looked around. The floor didn't look so comfortable, and he knew it wasn't from falling to it endless amounts of times while training. It was not somewhere to do anything but train. Dr. Breifs hadn't counted on Vegeta having any guests in there when he'd built the gravity room. Especially when that guest was Bulma, and she wasn't there to fight.
"We can...go to my...room..." Bulma kissed him again, and they were started up for a second round.
"But there's a...lock on my door...not yours..." Vegeta protested. His fingers swept down Bulma's shoulders, arms, and locked with Bulma's fingers, and he held her hand while the other played with her hair.
"S-Sure..."
"Trunks!" Goku called to the boy from the future, who'd wanted to know one last thing before he went back to his time. He'd only come to check up on everything, and make sure they hadn't forgotten about the androids that were coming, but wanted to hear the latest on his parents. "Goku, what did you find out from Kami?"
"You wouldn't beleive it! When I got to the Lookout, Vegeta and Bulma were already there, together!"
"You mean...they're in love?" Trunks smiled excitedly.
"Well, I guess so...man, you wouldn't beleive how much Vegeta actually likes your mom! She was sick, and he was almost crying!" Goku announced.
"My mom is sick?" Trunks asked worriedly.
"Well, yeah., but I wouldn't worry too much about it. She's in good hands." Goku assured the boy. Trunks frowned anyways, the looked up with an honest question in his eyes. "Did they...y'know...uh..."
"What?"
"Am I in process yet?" Trunks asked, turning pink. The subject embarassed him, as it did most people.
"Oh, I don't know. Bulma's still pretty skinny. You want me to ask?"
"NO!"
"Bulma?!" Dr Breifs was making another round a half hour later. He saw the power in the gravity room had been turned off...he wondered why. "A hah! Vegeta will know where my daughter is!" He swaggered, half-drunkenly, to the door, and pulled the handle down, yanking the door open.