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Rated: Fiction M - English - Angst - Bulma, Vegeta - Chapters: 5 - Words: 5,810 - Reviews: 18 - Favs: 9 - Follows: 1 - Updated: Jan 13, 2005 - Published: May 24, 2004 - id: 1875758
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Corruption
by: Stacey Meyer
Disclaimer: Vegeta is my slave, despite popular belief.
Rating: 'R'
Warning: Language and Sexual Content ... don't say you weren't warned!
A/N: The dream sequence will be in 3rd person POV and Vegeta might be a little out of character, but hey, it's a dream... Just a warning!
Chapter Three: "Corruption in the night"
I sit up yawning. The sun beats brightly into my room, blinding me temporarily. I throw my heavy comforter off of me as sweat drips off of me, and I shake my head. Why me? Why must I be tortured with such things as him? If only he would just disappear and leave me alone. Forever. Damn Saiya-jin. Just had to go and be wished to Earth. Bastard. This is all of is fault. Stalking me in my dreams is worse than if it had been reality. Uck! I need to shower. I still can feel him on me from in my dream, and though it feels absolutely Heavenly, it still feels like I've cheated on Yamcha. But, man that was one hell of a dream!
Dream Sequence
Bulma was laying by the pool in a smoking hot red bikini and the gravity room was forever being used by Vegeta. She sipped on her strawberry margarita and turned the page in the Cosmopolitan magazine she was indulging in. Everything seemed right in the world for the young heiress, that was, until Vegeta decided to grace her with his presence.
She noticed he was wearing nothing but his training shorts, and was looking pretty damn sexy with sweat dripping down his godlike body. Following a particular bead of sweat, she saw it stop at his lips, and she couldn't help but lick her own lips. She stood up and stretched, her top coming up slightly, and she then dove into the water, splashing Vegeta in the process.
A large smirk came upon the face of the prince, and he dove in after her. He grabbed her by the sides and lifted her above the water, eliciting a squeal of fright and excitement from Bulma. After being about 10 feet above the pool, Vegeta dropped her back into the pool with an ungraceful plop. Bulma came up spitting and screaming at Vegeta. He simply laughed and decided to be civil and help her out of the pool. Bulma blushed slightly at his level of chivalry.
"Thank you, Vegeta." He simply grunted his reply and pulled a white towel around his waist and dropped his soaked shorts on to the ground. Bulma's mouth opened slightly to let out a series of short panting-like breaths. She finally had him in just a towel.
Without another thought, Bulma pounced on him as if he were her prey and she ripped off that white fluffy towel and threw it to the ground. At first, Vegeta was surprised that this woman would have the courage to jump on him like that, but his surprise quickly turned into lust after she discarded his towel and started to let her hands wander on his body.
With whatever control Vegeta had left, he pulled Bulma to himself and flew them into the gravity room for a little more privacy. He settled her down onto the hard bench that was for definitely meant for sitting purposes only and slowly removed her swimsuit from her body. She pulled his mouth to her own and ravaged it with tiny nips and kisses. Vegeta pulled his lips from hers and trailed his kisses to her clavicle.
"Bulma. Bulma..... BULMA!!" There stood Yamcha, disturbing me from the reminiscence of my wonderful dream. I glare at him harshly for yelling and huff slightly.
"What do you want and why are you in my room so early in the morning?" He looks slightly hurt, but I couldn't care less, I was pissed. He interrupted something he shouldn't have.
"I came by to hang out with you. We haven't been together in a long time, and I thought you might want to get away from that killer for a while." He pulls me into a hug, but I squirm out quickly. He looks dejected again.
"I would love to, Yamcha, but I have work to do. Maybe later on today."
"I can't, I have practice." Of course he does. I suppress a growl and force a smile on my face.
"Well, maybe some other time then. But I really have to get ready for work, so I'll have to ask you to leave. I'll call you tomorrow, okay." His never-ending smile disappears and he kisses me on the forehead. I keep trying push him out of my room. I really need a shower!
"Bye, B." He finally leaves my room and I now have the chance to finally shower. Kami, I can almost smell Vegeta on me. If I don't do something about this soon, I'm sure I'll do something that I'll regret later. Oh well, hmmm, what to wear today? I think I'll wear my white and red skirt with my white bell-sleeved button-up shirt and pink shoes. I lay out my outfit and jump into the shower, ready to take on another day at the good old Capsule Corporation.
Author's Note
Sorry about the lateness and the shortness. I've had the worst week because of the recent death of our dog, Sammi, and a day after she died, I graduated high school. Nice graduation present, right. But like I say, death is a part of living, so I'm slowly coping with her death. Well, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Peace out.
Stacey - Crazyhelga
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