He took off then, back to his room, which was conveniently located just one
door down from hers.
He didn't bother to look back at that fool, who was most likely still looking clueless. (I wouldn't be surprised if he was) Vegeta thought. Again he thought about the possibility that Goku simply had a one-digit IQ. Not a very farfetched idea, and if he did say so himself, Vegeta knew Kakarot enough to know that it probably was a good guess.
And now for the next chapter:
Thrid POV
.
Bulma was alseep, still at the Son household, and having haunting dreams. If you could call them that.
Her mind kept showing her the amazing night she had with Vegeta.
She was not stupid. She knew very well that even with real love, things they write about in romance novels weren't true. Bells didn't chime. Fireworks didn't explode. The Earth didn't shake. Nothing like that was possible from just sex.
But with Vegeta, it was different. Her thoughts of what wasn't possible started wavering, and now she was thinking it over. She had to admit, when they came, the Earth *did* shake. With Vegeta's ki, it was possible. And with their screaming.
But bells didn't chime. . . . Or did they? Her ears began ringing after their very last round, while they were falling alseep.
Fireworks *couldn't* explode from just sex. Granted, during one of their times, Bulma had teased him to the point of insanity, and he'd been especially eager for it. She remembered seeing his energy around him, crackling, and for a while she was frightened of it, not knowing if it would hurt her or not, but as it surrounded Vegeta, it surrounded her. It, in a sense, resembled fireworks.
And what they had wasn't just sex. She knew that now. She couldn't label their frezies making love, but it was that equivalent. Or maybe higher. She'd never felt anything so perfect before. Not even with Yamcha, who was her first.
Granted, it was *her* idea; she wanted to know what it felt like, but Yamcha seemed not too against the idea. In all of her times with Yamcha, it was just physical pleasure. It always before was satisfactory, him being the only one she'd had. But after Vegeta. . . Yamcha would *never* tally up. She had to admit, even though Vegeta was a Prince, in bed he was a deity.
Trying to shove those thoughts away, she rolled over, clutching her pillow and forcing herself to to shift the direction of her dreams. Unfortunately for her, they took a turn for the worst. She regreted wanting to dream of something else.
Horror flashed before her - people dying, things exploding, fires so huge the skies were red, and the ground permanently stained red with the blood of those who faught. She saw death.
No. . . she *was* death. *She* was the one who was painting the ground and burning the sky. *She* was the one causing all this pain. And as though that weren't enough, she could hear her voice, loud, cruel, and laughing.
No, *no*. . . . Even as Bulma denied it, she saw herself start to massacre people again, those who were trying to hide or run. But it made no sense. . . She never before saw this race, blue skin, blonde hair, lizard-like tails; every person had those features.
Just now a hand tugged at her pants, and she noted for the first time that was wearing the standard Sayain armor. She looked down to see a boy, maybe five or six, who obviously didn't know who she was or what she was doing. Idiot. She'll teach him.
"Ori ghil fad dorme?" he said. The words made sense to her immediately, although she was sure she'd never heard that language before. "Where is my Mom?"
Bulma smiled. She knelt down next to him, placing her hand on his shoulder. "Irno drone ori kay dri. Wer crint gretty zerf kund." So now she could *speak* a language she didn't know? "I know where she is. I'll take you to her."
The boy smiled, oblivious to the truth of where his mother was. She stood up, and offered her hand. When the boy reached to take it, she flipped her hand over, and a charged blast ccame forth.
The boy screamed.
"NO!!"
". . . . wake up!!"
Bulma jerked awake, sitting up straight. She was sweating, her heart was pounding, and her breathing was hard and off the usual rhythm. A split second later and she felt more at peace, and for a moment she had no idea why. Or better yet, *how*. After a dream like that she wouldn't be able to just feel better.
And then it hit her. Somebody else was here, with her, and holding her. She could hear now, and what she heard was oddball nonsense obviously meant to sooth her. And she was clinging to this person, for whatever reason. She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, for she already knew who was here and holding her and saying nonsense. She should've been expecting this, since the moment she fell asleep. It was stupid of her to expect to sleep a full night without him making an appearence. She drew back and looked in his face.
"What are you doing here?"
A pause followed. In that time Bulma looked at him, reall looked, and saw everything she'd ever wanted in his eyes.
Concern was the most prominent. Beneath that was the usual pride and arrogance, and, nearly completely hidden, fear.
Then he answered. "You were screaming."
Bulma did a double take. "I was?"
"Yes. But not out loud," he added quickly when she started to get worried. "It was all up here," he said, tapping his temple.
Bulma nodded once. "And that's the only reason why you came?"
She saw his pride flare up again, and he answered in his usual insulting voice. "It's hard to sleep when you here constant screaming."
Figures. What a jack-ass. He could *at least* try to come up with something a little more believable. "Well, since the screaming has obviously stopped, you can leave. You're not welcome, Vegeta."
He narrowed his eyes. "I don't see why I should leave. *You* are supposed to be with me, now, in *my* bed." He eyed the spare bed she was using. "This is not where you should be."
"You don't have a say in where I should be," she snapped back, making sure to keep her voice low. Couldn't they *ever* have two minutes together in which they weren't fighting? The answer she got to that question she didn't want to acknowledge. And from the smirk Vegeta gave he had heard her thoughts.
"Is that what you want," he asked, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. He leaned close, just close enough to where their lips nearly touched, teasing her. "I'd be happy to oblige," he murmured, rather liking her shortness of breath. She couldn't come up with an answer!
Lightly, he brushed his lips against hers, not even a kiss, really. But it got a response.
All night - Hell, since she even *got* here - she'd been wishing she'd never left. That she was with him, here and now. She still wasn't sure why, but she felt like *she* should be apologizing to *him* for something she wasn't sure she did. Just *how* could he do that to her? Was it the fact he was a biological prince? Could that possibly be it? No matter the reason, she felt herself lean closer, felt her eyes close.
However, Vegeta snapped his head up. (Damnit! The idiot's up. He's coming this way. Must've heard you.) Even as he thought it, Vegeta was moving to hide behind the bed, halfway under it. (There's no way I can get you out of here without him noticing. It's better if he doesn't know.) Just as he finished, the door handle turned slightly.
There was a pause before a knock sounded. "Bulma?"
"I'm up," she said.
Another pause. "Can I come in?"
"Sure."
The door opened and he came in, shutting it silently. He looked a lot like Chichi had to literally shove him out of the bed to get him up. One thing was for sure - if Goku didn't want to get up, you'd have a Hell of a time trying to get him up.
He sat down on the bed, very nearly plopping down. "What's the matter?"
"Hmm?"
"People don't usually wake up at two in the morning for no reason, Bulma."
"True," she said with a nod. "It's nothing, Goku. I just had a mild nightmare."
"Oh."
"Since when did you start caring, anyway?" she inquired, raising a suspicious brow at him.
As usual, Goku put on his famous grin. "You raised me, Bulma. After my Grandpa died. You're the closest thing I've had to a mother. Naturally I'd be concerned when you wake up shouting at two a.m."
Bulma laughed. Goku didn't usually say things that were smart or made too much sense, but every now and then, he did. And it always seemed to be something worth listening to. "Well, go on back to Chichi. I'm sure she's missing you right now."
He put on a pained look. "*Missing* me? That's not how *I'd* put it," which was the closest thing to a joke Goku would probably ever come up with. He got up and left, adding one last comment without looking back. "Goodnight, you two." And then the door shut.
Vegeta got up and reclaimed his spot next to Bulma. "Hmm. He knows more about being a Sayain than I first thought," he said, the most acknowledgement he'd ever give the poor guy.
"Now what?"
"Now. . ." Vegeta smirked at her. "Now you come with me."
"Wait a minute - " Bulma's protest was cut off when he claimed her mouth, kissing her deeply. She became lost instantly, so lost she didn't feel his arms around her, or the wind against her skin, which was rapidly rising in temperature. Even after their lips broke contact she felt that way, but nontheless she decided on teasing him.
She kissed his neck, noting how his arms jerked around her but didn't let go. Being careful and seductive about it, she licked around the bitew she gave him, which was already scarring and halfway healed. He groaned. (Do you like that, Vegeta?) she said with her mind. This link was starting to come in handy. She licked across the actual bite and Vegeta nearly dropped her. Securing herself, she wrapped her legs around his waist and arms around his neck. He growled at her, but his arms ramained around her waist. Bulma ignored the growl and continued with her torture. She kissed his jaw, then nibbled on his ear. Vegeta shivered and, with lack of concentration, began falling.
"You'd better watch where you're flying," she said in his ear. She wasn't worried - they were very high up; it'd have to take at least a full minute for them to hit the Earth. Vegeta shook his head and righted them, though his speed was significantly slower. Bulma smirked. (I'm getting to him.)
She was sure he hadn't heard that one. But just to prove the power she had over him, she ground her pevlis into him.
A very low, very primal growl came from him that time. He stopped in the air, looking at her. "Now you're going to pay," he said, his voice low and husky.
He flew down to the ground, and the ground happened to be in the middle of a forest. If Bulma didn't know any better, she'd say he planned all this.
"I did," he said. "Now run." He turned his back and Bulma heard his mental voice counting, but since she didn't know what he was doing or how high the count was going to be, she ran.
She ran from him.
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Anyone wanna guess what's going on? Anybody who's read B/V stories before ought to know.
He didn't bother to look back at that fool, who was most likely still looking clueless. (I wouldn't be surprised if he was) Vegeta thought. Again he thought about the possibility that Goku simply had a one-digit IQ. Not a very farfetched idea, and if he did say so himself, Vegeta knew Kakarot enough to know that it probably was a good guess.
And now for the next chapter:
Thrid POV
.
Bulma was alseep, still at the Son household, and having haunting dreams. If you could call them that.
Her mind kept showing her the amazing night she had with Vegeta.
She was not stupid. She knew very well that even with real love, things they write about in romance novels weren't true. Bells didn't chime. Fireworks didn't explode. The Earth didn't shake. Nothing like that was possible from just sex.
But with Vegeta, it was different. Her thoughts of what wasn't possible started wavering, and now she was thinking it over. She had to admit, when they came, the Earth *did* shake. With Vegeta's ki, it was possible. And with their screaming.
But bells didn't chime. . . . Or did they? Her ears began ringing after their very last round, while they were falling alseep.
Fireworks *couldn't* explode from just sex. Granted, during one of their times, Bulma had teased him to the point of insanity, and he'd been especially eager for it. She remembered seeing his energy around him, crackling, and for a while she was frightened of it, not knowing if it would hurt her or not, but as it surrounded Vegeta, it surrounded her. It, in a sense, resembled fireworks.
And what they had wasn't just sex. She knew that now. She couldn't label their frezies making love, but it was that equivalent. Or maybe higher. She'd never felt anything so perfect before. Not even with Yamcha, who was her first.
Granted, it was *her* idea; she wanted to know what it felt like, but Yamcha seemed not too against the idea. In all of her times with Yamcha, it was just physical pleasure. It always before was satisfactory, him being the only one she'd had. But after Vegeta. . . Yamcha would *never* tally up. She had to admit, even though Vegeta was a Prince, in bed he was a deity.
Trying to shove those thoughts away, she rolled over, clutching her pillow and forcing herself to to shift the direction of her dreams. Unfortunately for her, they took a turn for the worst. She regreted wanting to dream of something else.
Horror flashed before her - people dying, things exploding, fires so huge the skies were red, and the ground permanently stained red with the blood of those who faught. She saw death.
No. . . she *was* death. *She* was the one who was painting the ground and burning the sky. *She* was the one causing all this pain. And as though that weren't enough, she could hear her voice, loud, cruel, and laughing.
No, *no*. . . . Even as Bulma denied it, she saw herself start to massacre people again, those who were trying to hide or run. But it made no sense. . . She never before saw this race, blue skin, blonde hair, lizard-like tails; every person had those features.
Just now a hand tugged at her pants, and she noted for the first time that was wearing the standard Sayain armor. She looked down to see a boy, maybe five or six, who obviously didn't know who she was or what she was doing. Idiot. She'll teach him.
"Ori ghil fad dorme?" he said. The words made sense to her immediately, although she was sure she'd never heard that language before. "Where is my Mom?"
Bulma smiled. She knelt down next to him, placing her hand on his shoulder. "Irno drone ori kay dri. Wer crint gretty zerf kund." So now she could *speak* a language she didn't know? "I know where she is. I'll take you to her."
The boy smiled, oblivious to the truth of where his mother was. She stood up, and offered her hand. When the boy reached to take it, she flipped her hand over, and a charged blast ccame forth.
The boy screamed.
"NO!!"
". . . . wake up!!"
Bulma jerked awake, sitting up straight. She was sweating, her heart was pounding, and her breathing was hard and off the usual rhythm. A split second later and she felt more at peace, and for a moment she had no idea why. Or better yet, *how*. After a dream like that she wouldn't be able to just feel better.
And then it hit her. Somebody else was here, with her, and holding her. She could hear now, and what she heard was oddball nonsense obviously meant to sooth her. And she was clinging to this person, for whatever reason. She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, for she already knew who was here and holding her and saying nonsense. She should've been expecting this, since the moment she fell asleep. It was stupid of her to expect to sleep a full night without him making an appearence. She drew back and looked in his face.
"What are you doing here?"
A pause followed. In that time Bulma looked at him, reall looked, and saw everything she'd ever wanted in his eyes.
Concern was the most prominent. Beneath that was the usual pride and arrogance, and, nearly completely hidden, fear.
Then he answered. "You were screaming."
Bulma did a double take. "I was?"
"Yes. But not out loud," he added quickly when she started to get worried. "It was all up here," he said, tapping his temple.
Bulma nodded once. "And that's the only reason why you came?"
She saw his pride flare up again, and he answered in his usual insulting voice. "It's hard to sleep when you here constant screaming."
Figures. What a jack-ass. He could *at least* try to come up with something a little more believable. "Well, since the screaming has obviously stopped, you can leave. You're not welcome, Vegeta."
He narrowed his eyes. "I don't see why I should leave. *You* are supposed to be with me, now, in *my* bed." He eyed the spare bed she was using. "This is not where you should be."
"You don't have a say in where I should be," she snapped back, making sure to keep her voice low. Couldn't they *ever* have two minutes together in which they weren't fighting? The answer she got to that question she didn't want to acknowledge. And from the smirk Vegeta gave he had heard her thoughts.
"Is that what you want," he asked, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. He leaned close, just close enough to where their lips nearly touched, teasing her. "I'd be happy to oblige," he murmured, rather liking her shortness of breath. She couldn't come up with an answer!
Lightly, he brushed his lips against hers, not even a kiss, really. But it got a response.
All night - Hell, since she even *got* here - she'd been wishing she'd never left. That she was with him, here and now. She still wasn't sure why, but she felt like *she* should be apologizing to *him* for something she wasn't sure she did. Just *how* could he do that to her? Was it the fact he was a biological prince? Could that possibly be it? No matter the reason, she felt herself lean closer, felt her eyes close.
However, Vegeta snapped his head up. (Damnit! The idiot's up. He's coming this way. Must've heard you.) Even as he thought it, Vegeta was moving to hide behind the bed, halfway under it. (There's no way I can get you out of here without him noticing. It's better if he doesn't know.) Just as he finished, the door handle turned slightly.
There was a pause before a knock sounded. "Bulma?"
"I'm up," she said.
Another pause. "Can I come in?"
"Sure."
The door opened and he came in, shutting it silently. He looked a lot like Chichi had to literally shove him out of the bed to get him up. One thing was for sure - if Goku didn't want to get up, you'd have a Hell of a time trying to get him up.
He sat down on the bed, very nearly plopping down. "What's the matter?"
"Hmm?"
"People don't usually wake up at two in the morning for no reason, Bulma."
"True," she said with a nod. "It's nothing, Goku. I just had a mild nightmare."
"Oh."
"Since when did you start caring, anyway?" she inquired, raising a suspicious brow at him.
As usual, Goku put on his famous grin. "You raised me, Bulma. After my Grandpa died. You're the closest thing I've had to a mother. Naturally I'd be concerned when you wake up shouting at two a.m."
Bulma laughed. Goku didn't usually say things that were smart or made too much sense, but every now and then, he did. And it always seemed to be something worth listening to. "Well, go on back to Chichi. I'm sure she's missing you right now."
He put on a pained look. "*Missing* me? That's not how *I'd* put it," which was the closest thing to a joke Goku would probably ever come up with. He got up and left, adding one last comment without looking back. "Goodnight, you two." And then the door shut.
Vegeta got up and reclaimed his spot next to Bulma. "Hmm. He knows more about being a Sayain than I first thought," he said, the most acknowledgement he'd ever give the poor guy.
"Now what?"
"Now. . ." Vegeta smirked at her. "Now you come with me."
"Wait a minute - " Bulma's protest was cut off when he claimed her mouth, kissing her deeply. She became lost instantly, so lost she didn't feel his arms around her, or the wind against her skin, which was rapidly rising in temperature. Even after their lips broke contact she felt that way, but nontheless she decided on teasing him.
She kissed his neck, noting how his arms jerked around her but didn't let go. Being careful and seductive about it, she licked around the bitew she gave him, which was already scarring and halfway healed. He groaned. (Do you like that, Vegeta?) she said with her mind. This link was starting to come in handy. She licked across the actual bite and Vegeta nearly dropped her. Securing herself, she wrapped her legs around his waist and arms around his neck. He growled at her, but his arms ramained around her waist. Bulma ignored the growl and continued with her torture. She kissed his jaw, then nibbled on his ear. Vegeta shivered and, with lack of concentration, began falling.
"You'd better watch where you're flying," she said in his ear. She wasn't worried - they were very high up; it'd have to take at least a full minute for them to hit the Earth. Vegeta shook his head and righted them, though his speed was significantly slower. Bulma smirked. (I'm getting to him.)
She was sure he hadn't heard that one. But just to prove the power she had over him, she ground her pevlis into him.
A very low, very primal growl came from him that time. He stopped in the air, looking at her. "Now you're going to pay," he said, his voice low and husky.
He flew down to the ground, and the ground happened to be in the middle of a forest. If Bulma didn't know any better, she'd say he planned all this.
"I did," he said. "Now run." He turned his back and Bulma heard his mental voice counting, but since she didn't know what he was doing or how high the count was going to be, she ran.
She ran from him.
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Anyone wanna guess what's going on? Anybody who's read B/V stories before ought to know.