With You
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Twenty-five: Search The House
"Bulma, guests will be coming soon, I think--Bulma!" Vegeta opened the door to the girl's room, and spotted her on the other end of the room, wearing a white dress, somewhat similar to that of the one in his dreams. She looked amazing. Vegeta had decided to make a small change in his own aparrell, and wore a black outfit alike his navy blue ones instead. "You look so beautiful..." he trailed off, dazed at the sight.
"You like it?" Bulma twirled in a circle in front of a mirror, and blushed at Vegeta's stunned look.
"Y-yes..." Vegeta walked over, and put his hands on Bulma's shoulders, and looked at her reflection. She looked so great...
"You and me--right now." Bulma said, shutting the door and pulling close to him. "Just a little, before everyone comes, anyways." She smiled, starting off the night with a kiss on his mouth. He let out random kisses dance on her whilte skin, and hugged her as tight as he could without hurting her. She was, after all, a human, and a weaker human, at that. Bulma felt like she shouldn't be taking this time to enjoy herself with him, for fear of someone walking in on her, but ignored the thought.
"Mm-hm..." Vegeta brushed his lips over hers, smiling still at her radiant apperance. It was still so exciting to kiss her...
"Oh, hello, Goku! Why don't you and your family come on in? I'm sure Bulma and Vegeta are somewhere around here, I'll find them and tell them you're here! Make youselves at home!" Mrs. Breifs answered the door to the Son family and Piccolo, and allowed them entry. She went into the kitchen, and found a maid who looked less busy with last minute preparations. "Would you find Bulma and Vegeta for me? Start downstairs, and work your way up to the second floor." She asked. The red-headed maid nodded, and walked down the stairs to the basement to commence the search. "Mistrss Bulma, Master Vegeta...your guests are arriving now..." She called.
Bulma had been long resting in Vegeta's arms as they stood in the center of the room, holding each other, and finally looked up. "You think anyone's here yet...?" She wondered.
"No, probably not for another hour." Vegeta said, looking at her alarm clock. He had forgotten that long ago he'd seen six forty on the digital alarm on the oven downstairs, and that Bulma always had her clock an hour behind. It was a malfunction with the machinery in it. He followed through with the finish of his kiss, then pulled away from Bulma.
"Let's just..." Bulma put Vegeta's hands on the sides of her shirt, folded his fingers around it, and nodded. He thought in confusion for a moment, wondering what her intentions and his own were, and caught on when Bulma began to lift his hands; her shirt still in them. He was supposed to undress her, as she reached around and began to remove his black top.
"Master Vegeta..." The maid had made it to the main floor, and was searching the many rooms there. A few more people had arrived, and Mrs. Breifs was beginning to wonder about where the host and hostess had disappeared to. "Mistress Bulma...?"
Bulma laughed when Vegeta blushed. She'd had him take her shirt off, and she'd pulled his off as well. They were still embraced, topless, and she began to back up, moving towards her bed.
"Bulma. the guests will be coming soon, and I don't think this is a good idea for us to--" his sentence was half lost as Bulma kissed him, and he continued to speak as she made contact with her mouth. "- - because we might get--" another kiss prevailed "--and we already don't have our--" "--and we've never--" "--before--" "--maybe we should--" "--later."
Bulma stopped the kisses. "Aw, c'mon, we have at least twenty minutes..."
"But we shouldn't rush something like that."
"Who says we're rushing? We can arrive at our party a little later..."
"Good point." Vegeta moved forwards, pushing Bulma back, as she'd walked that way anyways, and put her down on the bed. He laid atop her, and proceeded with kissing.
"Mistress Bulma, all of your guests are already here!" The maid was now running up the stairs, and starting the search at the far end of the hall, where the three spare rooms were. Thud, the first room was entered and left.
"Oh..." Bulma listened to Vegeta's whispering, and smiled.
"Master Vegeta?" The second guest room was opened. Nobody there. The third room was Vegeta's, and right next to Bulma's, where the couple was located at the current moment. The maid walked into Vegeta's room, and saw it was a mess. "I'll have to clean this later..." she groaned, leaving the room. Two rooms left--Mrs. Breifs' and Bulma's. They had to be in one or the other.
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Twenty-five: Search The House
"Bulma, guests will be coming soon, I think--Bulma!" Vegeta opened the door to the girl's room, and spotted her on the other end of the room, wearing a white dress, somewhat similar to that of the one in his dreams. She looked amazing. Vegeta had decided to make a small change in his own aparrell, and wore a black outfit alike his navy blue ones instead. "You look so beautiful..." he trailed off, dazed at the sight.
"You like it?" Bulma twirled in a circle in front of a mirror, and blushed at Vegeta's stunned look.
"Y-yes..." Vegeta walked over, and put his hands on Bulma's shoulders, and looked at her reflection. She looked so great...
"You and me--right now." Bulma said, shutting the door and pulling close to him. "Just a little, before everyone comes, anyways." She smiled, starting off the night with a kiss on his mouth. He let out random kisses dance on her whilte skin, and hugged her as tight as he could without hurting her. She was, after all, a human, and a weaker human, at that. Bulma felt like she shouldn't be taking this time to enjoy herself with him, for fear of someone walking in on her, but ignored the thought.
"Mm-hm..." Vegeta brushed his lips over hers, smiling still at her radiant apperance. It was still so exciting to kiss her...
"Oh, hello, Goku! Why don't you and your family come on in? I'm sure Bulma and Vegeta are somewhere around here, I'll find them and tell them you're here! Make youselves at home!" Mrs. Breifs answered the door to the Son family and Piccolo, and allowed them entry. She went into the kitchen, and found a maid who looked less busy with last minute preparations. "Would you find Bulma and Vegeta for me? Start downstairs, and work your way up to the second floor." She asked. The red-headed maid nodded, and walked down the stairs to the basement to commence the search. "Mistrss Bulma, Master Vegeta...your guests are arriving now..." She called.
Bulma had been long resting in Vegeta's arms as they stood in the center of the room, holding each other, and finally looked up. "You think anyone's here yet...?" She wondered.
"No, probably not for another hour." Vegeta said, looking at her alarm clock. He had forgotten that long ago he'd seen six forty on the digital alarm on the oven downstairs, and that Bulma always had her clock an hour behind. It was a malfunction with the machinery in it. He followed through with the finish of his kiss, then pulled away from Bulma.
"Let's just..." Bulma put Vegeta's hands on the sides of her shirt, folded his fingers around it, and nodded. He thought in confusion for a moment, wondering what her intentions and his own were, and caught on when Bulma began to lift his hands; her shirt still in them. He was supposed to undress her, as she reached around and began to remove his black top.
"Master Vegeta..." The maid had made it to the main floor, and was searching the many rooms there. A few more people had arrived, and Mrs. Breifs was beginning to wonder about where the host and hostess had disappeared to. "Mistress Bulma...?"
Bulma laughed when Vegeta blushed. She'd had him take her shirt off, and she'd pulled his off as well. They were still embraced, topless, and she began to back up, moving towards her bed.
"Bulma. the guests will be coming soon, and I don't think this is a good idea for us to--" his sentence was half lost as Bulma kissed him, and he continued to speak as she made contact with her mouth. "- - because we might get--" another kiss prevailed "--and we already don't have our--" "--and we've never--" "--before--" "--maybe we should--" "--later."
Bulma stopped the kisses. "Aw, c'mon, we have at least twenty minutes..."
"But we shouldn't rush something like that."
"Who says we're rushing? We can arrive at our party a little later..."
"Good point." Vegeta moved forwards, pushing Bulma back, as she'd walked that way anyways, and put her down on the bed. He laid atop her, and proceeded with kissing.
"Mistress Bulma, all of your guests are already here!" The maid was now running up the stairs, and starting the search at the far end of the hall, where the three spare rooms were. Thud, the first room was entered and left.
"Oh..." Bulma listened to Vegeta's whispering, and smiled.
"Master Vegeta?" The second guest room was opened. Nobody there. The third room was Vegeta's, and right next to Bulma's, where the couple was located at the current moment. The maid walked into Vegeta's room, and saw it was a mess. "I'll have to clean this later..." she groaned, leaving the room. Two rooms left--Mrs. Breifs' and Bulma's. They had to be in one or the other.