One of my reviewers said something about my spelling and I was more than
horrified to realise that he had been gentle on me. I read again the story
and I found countless mistakes. This is why I've reloaded it. However,
English is not my native language so, surely, there must be tones of other
mistakes I've missed.
The conclusion? I really need a beta-reader ! The brave volunteer will have my eternal gratitude !
***
One of the generally-known flaws of Bulma was the lack of punctuality. However, twenty-five minutes after the kitchen encounter, she was sitting on the living-room couch ready to go. She had given a lot of thought to the way she should dress, for she was unsure about Vegeta's intentions. Finally she had settled to a pair of black silk pants, with a matching blood-red shirt. She wore little make-up, and had her hair pulled in a ponytail, so that she was pretty much ready for all situations, including for a mid- night jogging if necessary. Her motherly instincts had kicked in at some point during her preparations, but she realised Trunks was ok with the nursery robots, plus her parents had been gone for hours, so they should get home any time. Then she realised that this could actually be considered a date and laughed. Genuinely amused at the situation: the first date with the father of your child ! But no, he must indeed be bored by the take-away food. Just the thought that this could possibly have some other meaning was purely preposterous!
Five minutes later, Vegeta walked in the living room to find a rather nervous Bulma sitting on the couch clenching and unclenching her fingers, as she gently bit her lower lip. She seemed lost, small and fragile.
He had reluctantly put on some of the clothes the old woman had bought him. He did realise that people dressed up for these sorts of activities.
"Let's go woman." He growled, watching in amusement the startled look on Bulma's face.
Vegeta went towards the door, with Bulma behind him, keeping a safe distance. As she walked out of the house she was too distracted by her own thoughts to notice the front door closing, therefore she had the unpleasant surprise of meeting face to face with the door's solid wood as Vegeta hadn't bothered to keep it open for her. Bulma couldn't help from muttering something about being a prince and having manners.
A small argument arose about the means of transport, and, much to her surprise, Vegeta agreed to take the car. The night was just getting weirder and weirder.
They dined in a just-opened restaurant, with Romanian cuisine, and, at some point, Bulma actually found herself enjoying his company. He did not speak much, nor did he hold the chair for her, but, strangely, she felt somehow safe with him around. After coming to realise this, Bulma made a mental note to see a shrink first thing in the morning. After all, what sane person would feel safe around the same person who had hurt her, both physically and mentally?
"Miss ? Miss ? Excuse me ?"
A young waiter pulled Bulma out of her reverie.
"Yes ?"
"I said, would you like more wine ?"
Bulma looked down on the table to see that the red wine bottle was empty. Vegeta had drunk a few glasses, and so had she. After all, they were having red meat! Bulma sighed as she agreed that a second bottle would be indeed be welcomed. She had already finished eating, and now she was waiting for the man across her, whose meal was a hell lot bigger than hers.
All around their table were all kinds of couples, young and old who seemed to be enjoying themselves a lot. Younger people especially had that look on their faces which stated loud and clear: I am in love and I am the happiest man alive! This wave of happiness only made Bulma remember her unhappy love life, her never-ending bad luck with men, and her resolution to get over everything. The answer to all her problems, even if it gave her one-night comfort, lay in front of her: booze!
As she reached again for the bottle, Vegeta noticed the bruise on her arm. He grabbed her limb, studying the black and blue spot with barely contained anger. "Who was it?" he hissed through clenched teeth.
"Ouch! Vegeta let go, it hurts!" Bulma whined.
"Who was it?" he inquired again, tightening his hold on her arm.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"This bruise!" he spat angrily. "Who did it to you?"
"Huh !" Bulma's mind finally registered what was going on. "Ah, Trunks did that when we were playing ! Now let go !" she hissed trying to regain possession of her arm.
"The brat ?" he asked incredulously, then suddenly smirked, letting go of her arm.
"He is not a brat ! He is a sweet little boy, whom I happen to love more than anything!"
Vegeta leaned back on his chair, crossing his arms.
"How old is he?" he inquired.
"Huh! Did I hear that right? You want to know something about him? Are you all right?" Bulma shook her head, pretending to be in a daze.
"Don't mock me, woman ! You would not like the consequences" he said in a deceivingly calm voice. "As for the boy, I want to know because he belongs to me."
'Just like you will, shortly.' He smirked at the unspoken last sentence.
"Well, news flash mister! We are independent people, not pets, we do not belong to you! Got that?"
"Hm" was the only reply.
"And, he is one year and four months." she answered, still startled at his sudden interest.
'Hm, old enough to train. Although I should have started sooner.'
"So, he can walk."
"Yes, for some months now."
After that, there were no more words for a while. Bulma busied herself with the wine, while Vegeta calmly finished his dinner.
"Oh, Vegeta" she sighed , breaking the silence as the drink started to have a stronger effect her, " I envy you so much sometimes!"
"Is that so?" he answered, not even trying to hide his amusement.
"Yes...I think it must be great to have no kind of feelings. To be like a machine. No feelings, no chance of being hurt. "
At that Vegeta's eyes darkened even more, while his scowl deepened.
"But I am trying, I really am." Bulma went on with her little speech, totally ignoring the changes in Vegeta. "After all" she paused to empty her glass "I've managed to put you behind me. Imagine there used to be a time when I actually gave a shit about what happened to you!"
"Was there ?" he inquired in an angry.
"Yep!" she confirmed, the alcohol having taken over her mind completely. "Not now though .. Nooooo. I've learned my lesson well. Not anymore. After all, why should I care about you, when you obviously hate me? Huh?"
"Woman, I.."
"Don't worry, Vegeta, I am the only one to take the blame for this situation. You've been honest from day one! Yes, you have! " she admitted, finding that speaking was an increasingly challenging task.
But she felt good; there was little angst now, as she spoke about things which had been too painful to mention in the past.
"Let's go, woman. You're drunk!"
"Probably" Bulma burst into laughter. "But, it's ok! I just want to forget, and to pretend I am happy for once. She assured in that serious tone, drunk people sometimes use.
By the time they reached home, Bulma's mood had swung from happiness to sorrow. She was also getting a little dizzy, as Vegeta dragged her mercilessly through the darkened halls.
Bulma watched his profile in amazement through the dim light, wondering how someone could possibly look so tough. She lifted one of her shaking arms and touched his cheek.
This movement stopped Vegeta from his march, the unexpected touch making him flinch. He looked down on her, also releasing her arm, which allowed Bulma to support herself on the nearby wall. Bulma's mind registered the fact that he had moved away from her touch, and she felt awful again. Was she that disgusting, that a man didn't even bare to be touched by her? She bowed her head in shame, biting her lower lip.
"Vegeta, am I that awful ?" she inquired in a small voice, and he could tell she was close to tears. "I mean, nobody likes me enough. All the guys I've been dating fled away." At this point, tears were rolling down her cheeks. "It's because I am not good in bed, right? They somehow knew that... even you told me so." She sobbed uncontrollably ."Bbut, I'm sure I could improve, right? Right?" She summoned up all that was left of her courage and looked up to him.
Vegeta, who had patiently waited for her to finish, proceeded in doing what he wanted for some time now. He bent and kissed her passionately, his tongue pushing enthusiastically into the warmth of her mouth.
This action took Bulma completely by surprise, but she made no move to stop him. Quite the contrary. She had missed intimate touch so much, that, at that point she didn't care about the fact that she was breaking her oath, never to give in to Vegeta. The passion of the kiss combined with the alcohol-induced haze made her loose all her inhibitions. She answered the kiss hard, pushing herself closer to Vegeta as her arms latched onto his neck.
The Saiyan wasted no time in ripping both of their pants, cupping her buttocks and lifting her, so that Bulma could put her legs around his waist. He was amazed at the fact that although they had barely kissed, both of them were more than ready for the next stage.
'Good, that means she wants me as badly as I want her'. With that thought, Vegeta entered her, moaning lightly at the tight, wet sheath surrounding him.
Bulma rocked her hips towards him, revealing in the ardour. She barely registered him adjusting her legs, so that she was set higher, allowing him to gain more leverage as he started a deep and harsh rhythm.
She moaned wildly as she slid up the wall, as her orgasm was bearing down fast on her. She pushed herself down harshly, clenching her fingers in his arms.
Vegeta, on the other hand, had planned a little more then sexual pleasure for that night. Cupping her chin in one of his hands, he turned her head to the right, kissing the now exposed neck.
"Eu, Vegeta, print al Saiaynilor te iau pe tine, Bulma de pe Terra ca so consoarta pe viata. Tu si fiul tau sunteti ai mei !"*
That being said, he bit the juncture of her neck and shoulder, revelling in the taste of blood that came forth. Bulma gave a strangled cry in shock and pain, but could do nothing more as the orgasmic waves crushed down on her. A few thrusts later, Vegeta also came, releasing his seed deep inside her.
A minute later, completely restored, Vegeta looked closely at his new mate. Her hair was a mess, and so were her remaining clothes. She had red, slightly swollen lips and her eyes were glazed over by the orgasms utter satisfaction.
"We're not through yet, woman!" he whispered, tightening his hold on her and carrying her into his bedroom, his shaft still buried deep inside her warmth.
***
Translation: "I, Vegeta, Prince of all the Saiyans claim thee, Bulma from Earth as my mate for life. You and your son are mine!"
Thanks a lot man, I own you a bunch, Debido!
****
Naughty Bulma ! Sex on the first date ? So, you think this is over ? Would you like it to be over ? Well, it's not ! Is it getting a little darker in here ? And no, Bulma is not going to forgive him so easily, folks !
The conclusion? I really need a beta-reader ! The brave volunteer will have my eternal gratitude !
***
One of the generally-known flaws of Bulma was the lack of punctuality. However, twenty-five minutes after the kitchen encounter, she was sitting on the living-room couch ready to go. She had given a lot of thought to the way she should dress, for she was unsure about Vegeta's intentions. Finally she had settled to a pair of black silk pants, with a matching blood-red shirt. She wore little make-up, and had her hair pulled in a ponytail, so that she was pretty much ready for all situations, including for a mid- night jogging if necessary. Her motherly instincts had kicked in at some point during her preparations, but she realised Trunks was ok with the nursery robots, plus her parents had been gone for hours, so they should get home any time. Then she realised that this could actually be considered a date and laughed. Genuinely amused at the situation: the first date with the father of your child ! But no, he must indeed be bored by the take-away food. Just the thought that this could possibly have some other meaning was purely preposterous!
Five minutes later, Vegeta walked in the living room to find a rather nervous Bulma sitting on the couch clenching and unclenching her fingers, as she gently bit her lower lip. She seemed lost, small and fragile.
He had reluctantly put on some of the clothes the old woman had bought him. He did realise that people dressed up for these sorts of activities.
"Let's go woman." He growled, watching in amusement the startled look on Bulma's face.
Vegeta went towards the door, with Bulma behind him, keeping a safe distance. As she walked out of the house she was too distracted by her own thoughts to notice the front door closing, therefore she had the unpleasant surprise of meeting face to face with the door's solid wood as Vegeta hadn't bothered to keep it open for her. Bulma couldn't help from muttering something about being a prince and having manners.
A small argument arose about the means of transport, and, much to her surprise, Vegeta agreed to take the car. The night was just getting weirder and weirder.
They dined in a just-opened restaurant, with Romanian cuisine, and, at some point, Bulma actually found herself enjoying his company. He did not speak much, nor did he hold the chair for her, but, strangely, she felt somehow safe with him around. After coming to realise this, Bulma made a mental note to see a shrink first thing in the morning. After all, what sane person would feel safe around the same person who had hurt her, both physically and mentally?
"Miss ? Miss ? Excuse me ?"
A young waiter pulled Bulma out of her reverie.
"Yes ?"
"I said, would you like more wine ?"
Bulma looked down on the table to see that the red wine bottle was empty. Vegeta had drunk a few glasses, and so had she. After all, they were having red meat! Bulma sighed as she agreed that a second bottle would be indeed be welcomed. She had already finished eating, and now she was waiting for the man across her, whose meal was a hell lot bigger than hers.
All around their table were all kinds of couples, young and old who seemed to be enjoying themselves a lot. Younger people especially had that look on their faces which stated loud and clear: I am in love and I am the happiest man alive! This wave of happiness only made Bulma remember her unhappy love life, her never-ending bad luck with men, and her resolution to get over everything. The answer to all her problems, even if it gave her one-night comfort, lay in front of her: booze!
As she reached again for the bottle, Vegeta noticed the bruise on her arm. He grabbed her limb, studying the black and blue spot with barely contained anger. "Who was it?" he hissed through clenched teeth.
"Ouch! Vegeta let go, it hurts!" Bulma whined.
"Who was it?" he inquired again, tightening his hold on her arm.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"This bruise!" he spat angrily. "Who did it to you?"
"Huh !" Bulma's mind finally registered what was going on. "Ah, Trunks did that when we were playing ! Now let go !" she hissed trying to regain possession of her arm.
"The brat ?" he asked incredulously, then suddenly smirked, letting go of her arm.
"He is not a brat ! He is a sweet little boy, whom I happen to love more than anything!"
Vegeta leaned back on his chair, crossing his arms.
"How old is he?" he inquired.
"Huh! Did I hear that right? You want to know something about him? Are you all right?" Bulma shook her head, pretending to be in a daze.
"Don't mock me, woman ! You would not like the consequences" he said in a deceivingly calm voice. "As for the boy, I want to know because he belongs to me."
'Just like you will, shortly.' He smirked at the unspoken last sentence.
"Well, news flash mister! We are independent people, not pets, we do not belong to you! Got that?"
"Hm" was the only reply.
"And, he is one year and four months." she answered, still startled at his sudden interest.
'Hm, old enough to train. Although I should have started sooner.'
"So, he can walk."
"Yes, for some months now."
After that, there were no more words for a while. Bulma busied herself with the wine, while Vegeta calmly finished his dinner.
"Oh, Vegeta" she sighed , breaking the silence as the drink started to have a stronger effect her, " I envy you so much sometimes!"
"Is that so?" he answered, not even trying to hide his amusement.
"Yes...I think it must be great to have no kind of feelings. To be like a machine. No feelings, no chance of being hurt. "
At that Vegeta's eyes darkened even more, while his scowl deepened.
"But I am trying, I really am." Bulma went on with her little speech, totally ignoring the changes in Vegeta. "After all" she paused to empty her glass "I've managed to put you behind me. Imagine there used to be a time when I actually gave a shit about what happened to you!"
"Was there ?" he inquired in an angry.
"Yep!" she confirmed, the alcohol having taken over her mind completely. "Not now though .. Nooooo. I've learned my lesson well. Not anymore. After all, why should I care about you, when you obviously hate me? Huh?"
"Woman, I.."
"Don't worry, Vegeta, I am the only one to take the blame for this situation. You've been honest from day one! Yes, you have! " she admitted, finding that speaking was an increasingly challenging task.
But she felt good; there was little angst now, as she spoke about things which had been too painful to mention in the past.
"Let's go, woman. You're drunk!"
"Probably" Bulma burst into laughter. "But, it's ok! I just want to forget, and to pretend I am happy for once. She assured in that serious tone, drunk people sometimes use.
By the time they reached home, Bulma's mood had swung from happiness to sorrow. She was also getting a little dizzy, as Vegeta dragged her mercilessly through the darkened halls.
Bulma watched his profile in amazement through the dim light, wondering how someone could possibly look so tough. She lifted one of her shaking arms and touched his cheek.
This movement stopped Vegeta from his march, the unexpected touch making him flinch. He looked down on her, also releasing her arm, which allowed Bulma to support herself on the nearby wall. Bulma's mind registered the fact that he had moved away from her touch, and she felt awful again. Was she that disgusting, that a man didn't even bare to be touched by her? She bowed her head in shame, biting her lower lip.
"Vegeta, am I that awful ?" she inquired in a small voice, and he could tell she was close to tears. "I mean, nobody likes me enough. All the guys I've been dating fled away." At this point, tears were rolling down her cheeks. "It's because I am not good in bed, right? They somehow knew that... even you told me so." She sobbed uncontrollably ."Bbut, I'm sure I could improve, right? Right?" She summoned up all that was left of her courage and looked up to him.
Vegeta, who had patiently waited for her to finish, proceeded in doing what he wanted for some time now. He bent and kissed her passionately, his tongue pushing enthusiastically into the warmth of her mouth.
This action took Bulma completely by surprise, but she made no move to stop him. Quite the contrary. She had missed intimate touch so much, that, at that point she didn't care about the fact that she was breaking her oath, never to give in to Vegeta. The passion of the kiss combined with the alcohol-induced haze made her loose all her inhibitions. She answered the kiss hard, pushing herself closer to Vegeta as her arms latched onto his neck.
The Saiyan wasted no time in ripping both of their pants, cupping her buttocks and lifting her, so that Bulma could put her legs around his waist. He was amazed at the fact that although they had barely kissed, both of them were more than ready for the next stage.
'Good, that means she wants me as badly as I want her'. With that thought, Vegeta entered her, moaning lightly at the tight, wet sheath surrounding him.
Bulma rocked her hips towards him, revealing in the ardour. She barely registered him adjusting her legs, so that she was set higher, allowing him to gain more leverage as he started a deep and harsh rhythm.
She moaned wildly as she slid up the wall, as her orgasm was bearing down fast on her. She pushed herself down harshly, clenching her fingers in his arms.
Vegeta, on the other hand, had planned a little more then sexual pleasure for that night. Cupping her chin in one of his hands, he turned her head to the right, kissing the now exposed neck.
"Eu, Vegeta, print al Saiaynilor te iau pe tine, Bulma de pe Terra ca so consoarta pe viata. Tu si fiul tau sunteti ai mei !"*
That being said, he bit the juncture of her neck and shoulder, revelling in the taste of blood that came forth. Bulma gave a strangled cry in shock and pain, but could do nothing more as the orgasmic waves crushed down on her. A few thrusts later, Vegeta also came, releasing his seed deep inside her.
A minute later, completely restored, Vegeta looked closely at his new mate. Her hair was a mess, and so were her remaining clothes. She had red, slightly swollen lips and her eyes were glazed over by the orgasms utter satisfaction.
"We're not through yet, woman!" he whispered, tightening his hold on her and carrying her into his bedroom, his shaft still buried deep inside her warmth.
***
Translation: "I, Vegeta, Prince of all the Saiyans claim thee, Bulma from Earth as my mate for life. You and your son are mine!"
Thanks a lot man, I own you a bunch, Debido!
****
Naughty Bulma ! Sex on the first date ? So, you think this is over ? Would you like it to be over ? Well, it's not ! Is it getting a little darker in here ? And no, Bulma is not going to forgive him so easily, folks !