Ya know what I hate? I hate how italics and other common symbols that I
put in my writing aren't showing up in my fics. Honestly, I know that your
supposed to show that a character is thinking something instead of saying
it, and I do on MS word, but it's just not showing up! Just bear with me,
please.
Sooooo on with chapter 5
Chapter 5: Rub a dub dub
Neither one of them could keep the look of shock from their faces. There Bulma stood, naked except for a towel, with Vegeta ready to barge into the bathroom without knocking. Perhaps the situation wouldn't have been all that bad except for the fact that both had just spent the better half of the afternoon thinking about the other...in rather lewd positions to top it all off.
Bulma silently berated herself. Her heartbeat was giving away her nervousness, and if she didn't stop staring at the Saiyan Adonis in front of her, her scent would surely give away her sudden desire. Luckily for her, Vegeta seemed a bit distracted, and he had just had his nostrils burned out by the cleaning fumes in his own bathroom. He probably wouldn't have a decent sense of smell for a month after that. What the Hell were they doing, anyway? Mixing bleach, ammonia, and cyanide?
Unbeknownst to Bulma, Vegeta was having his own mental bashing. He cursed himself for not noticing her Ki, and he damned himself for not not noticing her lack of clothing. He was certain that if he didn't control himself, she wouldn't help but be able to notice the bulge in his pants soon.
It was Vegeta who recovered first.
"Those damn cleaning bots seem to be pouring acid onto my bathroom, and I want a shower...now." He added for emphasis.
Slightly rattled, Bulma sighed.
"Sorry, Mom must have decided to have them scour all unoccupied rooms today, they did the same with mine." She turned away from him and walked to the vanity to retrieve her things.
Vegeta watched as she turned, noticing how the edge of the towel opened up to reveal her milky thigh. It was almost too much for him, and he was about to look away when he heard a clatter.
Bulma had dropped her hairbrush. She kneeled down in a lady like fashion to retrieve her brush, desperately trying to keep her modesty. Though she succeeded in keeping her backside covered, she did nothing to keep the view of her cleavage from the Saiyan standing above her.
Bulma heard a rather gruff intake of breath and chanced a look up at the Prince. She was a little overwhelmed to see him staring at her chest. As she cast her eyes downwards to the safety of her hands, Bulma caught a view of something else. Vegeta was aroused, and by the looks of it, very, very aroused.
Flustered, Bulma quickly stood only to realize that blood rushing to your head while quickly standing results in dizziness. She faultered, but as she began to fall a strong arm wrapped around her waste, and she was pulled into Vegeta's warm body. She felt his stiffness against her inner thigh, and if she didn't know any better, she could have sworn that he was blushing.
Bulma offered a weak smile and moved to step away, but Vegeta's arm didn't budge. She looked down at his arm, confused, and looked to his face, beginning to question why he wouldn't let her go, when she stopped short. She had only seen that look on his face once before, when he was about to enter her when they shared their night together. It was a typical stony Vegeta face, but his eyes held an electric excitement, and his cheeks were stained in a slight blush.
He ran his free hand up her arm and shoulder, caressing her neck and then entwining his fingers into her hair. He gently tipped her head back as he took her lips in a tentative kiss. That didn't last long. As soon as Vegeta realized what he was doing, he jerked back, releasing the young scientist from his grasp.
He hair was further disheveled, clinging in damp ringlets to her neck where it had come loose from its clasp. Her eyes were wide and her cheeks and cleavage stained in blush. Bulma held her hand to her chest, seemingly trying to keep her breath under control. The towel had loosened, and what had previously only shown a little leg, was showing all the way up to her waist, barely covering her most private areas.
Vegeta couldn't control himself. She looked like a mix between a Goddess of great beauty, and a helpless young woman, and at the moment, her weakness was appealing to him. He like being dominant, he liked being stronger, and he liked what he saw in front of him. Kicking his inner prince the side, he again captured Bulma in his arms, but instead of a tender kiss, he took her lips like he was in a fierce battle, holding her to him with a hand on the small of her back and the other again wrapped in her cerulean curls.
Quickly Bulma responded to his ministrations, wrapping an arm around his waste and the other around his neck. Fortunately, Vegeta had remembered where they were, and without missing a stroke of the tongue, he kicked the door shut with his foot. They were left alone in the humid room, only Bulma's forgotten candles to light the small room.
Vegeta was bound and determined to be the one in charge this time, and he slowly floated into the air, holding Bulma to his body. She didn't even seem to notice that her feet were no longer on the ground. Gradually, he tilted their bodies and descended to the tiled floor. He kissed her neck and breasts as he ripped the towel from her body.
Feeling the cool tile beneath her body, Bulma grabbed for the towel and placed it under her head, knowing that with the way Vegeta seemed to be feeling at the moment, he wouldn't exactly be gentle and the floor was awfully hard. Even though his kisses and licks on her warm body felt wonderful, Bulma couldn't help but be frightened. He seemed so different this time, so much more forceful. Last time, it had hurt at first, but it had gotten better, but last time he was more hesitant. This time it was like he was on a mission, and it scared her.
"Vegeta?" She whispered.
"Hnn" Was the muffled reply that came from her belly button.
"Vegeta, please listen." She pleaded.
"I really want this...but could you go slow at first, like last time? I...I...well, last time, well, it was my first time, and I...I guess I'm a little scared that it will hurt if you go fast right away." Her face was as red a tomato by the time she had finished stuttering her little speech.
Vegeta could hardly believe his ears. She had been a Virgin! Just like him! The feeling of relief that washed over him was increasable. She wouldn't have had any idea that he was inexperienced, and best of all, she had never slept with any of those weakling martial arts friends of hers, not even scar face! Suddenly, he was overwhelmed by the feeling of possession. He had taken her, so she was his. As long as he felt like keeping her, she was his. She had even just told him that she 'really wanted this'.
Smirking, he left her belly button and returned his kisses to her chin and lips. She hesitantly reached for his shorts and ran her thumbs along the waste band, reveling in the shudder she felt go through his body as he let a small moan escape his throat.
They spent the next hour engaged in strenuous activity, both exploring the other's body and enjoying the new sensations that came with it. Neither one seemed to be at all reserved as they continued dance on the bathroom floor. And neither one had any intention of spending another horrid week avoiding the other simply because of sex. Yes, both full intended to take full advantage of the other, as long as both seemed to derive pleasure...and boy where they deriving pleasure.
They lay together on the bathroom floor, panting as they try to recover. The smell of sex hung in the air and clung to their damp bodies. Bulma giggled to herself and cast a tentative look towards her partner in afternoon crime.
"how 'bout that shower now, Vegeta? I'll wash your back if you wash mine" she said as she smiled at him.
okay, so there is a lemon that fits in the middle of this chapter, but to get that version of the chapter (which I like sooooooooooo much better) you have to e-mail me telling me you are of legal age to view such material. Warning, that version has not been spell or grammer checked, but it is mostly the same as the above, just with more detail about what happened on the floor. I just don't want my story yanked, ya know( I took the advice of one of my wonderful reveiwers and decided taking out the lemon would make Vegeta and Bulma rather dull in the beginning, so I attempted one. Now, it's 4:15 in the morning, my sleep scheduale is all screwed up cause of this fic, and I have to work tommorow, well, today...
read and review, and e-mail for the full chapter!
Love and Hugs!
Kanjizai
Sooooo on with chapter 5
Chapter 5: Rub a dub dub
Neither one of them could keep the look of shock from their faces. There Bulma stood, naked except for a towel, with Vegeta ready to barge into the bathroom without knocking. Perhaps the situation wouldn't have been all that bad except for the fact that both had just spent the better half of the afternoon thinking about the other...in rather lewd positions to top it all off.
Bulma silently berated herself. Her heartbeat was giving away her nervousness, and if she didn't stop staring at the Saiyan Adonis in front of her, her scent would surely give away her sudden desire. Luckily for her, Vegeta seemed a bit distracted, and he had just had his nostrils burned out by the cleaning fumes in his own bathroom. He probably wouldn't have a decent sense of smell for a month after that. What the Hell were they doing, anyway? Mixing bleach, ammonia, and cyanide?
Unbeknownst to Bulma, Vegeta was having his own mental bashing. He cursed himself for not noticing her Ki, and he damned himself for not not noticing her lack of clothing. He was certain that if he didn't control himself, she wouldn't help but be able to notice the bulge in his pants soon.
It was Vegeta who recovered first.
"Those damn cleaning bots seem to be pouring acid onto my bathroom, and I want a shower...now." He added for emphasis.
Slightly rattled, Bulma sighed.
"Sorry, Mom must have decided to have them scour all unoccupied rooms today, they did the same with mine." She turned away from him and walked to the vanity to retrieve her things.
Vegeta watched as she turned, noticing how the edge of the towel opened up to reveal her milky thigh. It was almost too much for him, and he was about to look away when he heard a clatter.
Bulma had dropped her hairbrush. She kneeled down in a lady like fashion to retrieve her brush, desperately trying to keep her modesty. Though she succeeded in keeping her backside covered, she did nothing to keep the view of her cleavage from the Saiyan standing above her.
Bulma heard a rather gruff intake of breath and chanced a look up at the Prince. She was a little overwhelmed to see him staring at her chest. As she cast her eyes downwards to the safety of her hands, Bulma caught a view of something else. Vegeta was aroused, and by the looks of it, very, very aroused.
Flustered, Bulma quickly stood only to realize that blood rushing to your head while quickly standing results in dizziness. She faultered, but as she began to fall a strong arm wrapped around her waste, and she was pulled into Vegeta's warm body. She felt his stiffness against her inner thigh, and if she didn't know any better, she could have sworn that he was blushing.
Bulma offered a weak smile and moved to step away, but Vegeta's arm didn't budge. She looked down at his arm, confused, and looked to his face, beginning to question why he wouldn't let her go, when she stopped short. She had only seen that look on his face once before, when he was about to enter her when they shared their night together. It was a typical stony Vegeta face, but his eyes held an electric excitement, and his cheeks were stained in a slight blush.
He ran his free hand up her arm and shoulder, caressing her neck and then entwining his fingers into her hair. He gently tipped her head back as he took her lips in a tentative kiss. That didn't last long. As soon as Vegeta realized what he was doing, he jerked back, releasing the young scientist from his grasp.
He hair was further disheveled, clinging in damp ringlets to her neck where it had come loose from its clasp. Her eyes were wide and her cheeks and cleavage stained in blush. Bulma held her hand to her chest, seemingly trying to keep her breath under control. The towel had loosened, and what had previously only shown a little leg, was showing all the way up to her waist, barely covering her most private areas.
Vegeta couldn't control himself. She looked like a mix between a Goddess of great beauty, and a helpless young woman, and at the moment, her weakness was appealing to him. He like being dominant, he liked being stronger, and he liked what he saw in front of him. Kicking his inner prince the side, he again captured Bulma in his arms, but instead of a tender kiss, he took her lips like he was in a fierce battle, holding her to him with a hand on the small of her back and the other again wrapped in her cerulean curls.
Quickly Bulma responded to his ministrations, wrapping an arm around his waste and the other around his neck. Fortunately, Vegeta had remembered where they were, and without missing a stroke of the tongue, he kicked the door shut with his foot. They were left alone in the humid room, only Bulma's forgotten candles to light the small room.
Vegeta was bound and determined to be the one in charge this time, and he slowly floated into the air, holding Bulma to his body. She didn't even seem to notice that her feet were no longer on the ground. Gradually, he tilted their bodies and descended to the tiled floor. He kissed her neck and breasts as he ripped the towel from her body.
Feeling the cool tile beneath her body, Bulma grabbed for the towel and placed it under her head, knowing that with the way Vegeta seemed to be feeling at the moment, he wouldn't exactly be gentle and the floor was awfully hard. Even though his kisses and licks on her warm body felt wonderful, Bulma couldn't help but be frightened. He seemed so different this time, so much more forceful. Last time, it had hurt at first, but it had gotten better, but last time he was more hesitant. This time it was like he was on a mission, and it scared her.
"Vegeta?" She whispered.
"Hnn" Was the muffled reply that came from her belly button.
"Vegeta, please listen." She pleaded.
"I really want this...but could you go slow at first, like last time? I...I...well, last time, well, it was my first time, and I...I guess I'm a little scared that it will hurt if you go fast right away." Her face was as red a tomato by the time she had finished stuttering her little speech.
Vegeta could hardly believe his ears. She had been a Virgin! Just like him! The feeling of relief that washed over him was increasable. She wouldn't have had any idea that he was inexperienced, and best of all, she had never slept with any of those weakling martial arts friends of hers, not even scar face! Suddenly, he was overwhelmed by the feeling of possession. He had taken her, so she was his. As long as he felt like keeping her, she was his. She had even just told him that she 'really wanted this'.
Smirking, he left her belly button and returned his kisses to her chin and lips. She hesitantly reached for his shorts and ran her thumbs along the waste band, reveling in the shudder she felt go through his body as he let a small moan escape his throat.
They spent the next hour engaged in strenuous activity, both exploring the other's body and enjoying the new sensations that came with it. Neither one seemed to be at all reserved as they continued dance on the bathroom floor. And neither one had any intention of spending another horrid week avoiding the other simply because of sex. Yes, both full intended to take full advantage of the other, as long as both seemed to derive pleasure...and boy where they deriving pleasure.
They lay together on the bathroom floor, panting as they try to recover. The smell of sex hung in the air and clung to their damp bodies. Bulma giggled to herself and cast a tentative look towards her partner in afternoon crime.
"how 'bout that shower now, Vegeta? I'll wash your back if you wash mine" she said as she smiled at him.
okay, so there is a lemon that fits in the middle of this chapter, but to get that version of the chapter (which I like sooooooooooo much better) you have to e-mail me telling me you are of legal age to view such material. Warning, that version has not been spell or grammer checked, but it is mostly the same as the above, just with more detail about what happened on the floor. I just don't want my story yanked, ya know( I took the advice of one of my wonderful reveiwers and decided taking out the lemon would make Vegeta and Bulma rather dull in the beginning, so I attempted one. Now, it's 4:15 in the morning, my sleep scheduale is all screwed up cause of this fic, and I have to work tommorow, well, today...
read and review, and e-mail for the full chapter!
Love and Hugs!
Kanjizai