He just sat there, astounded to speak. He couldn't figure himself out, first of all he didn't like the woman and now this feelings of 'wanting' to be with her crept over him like a shadow. He then changed his position and laid on the couch, looking at the ceiling playing both kisses over and over again. He traced his finger tips on the carpet and then tightened his grip when she came down stairs.
"Well, Vegeta I've got to go…" she said fitting herself in more comfortable position in her stunning red dress. He looked over her entire body, admiring the curves and how nicely they fit into her dress. Her hair was parted and put up and she had a flawless face and she just peered at him with a smile.
"Does this look ok on me?" She asked.
"Uh-sure I guess." He turned his head from her and still looked at ceiling.
"You ok?" She came and sat beside him.
"I'm fine woman." He grunted.
She stood again and didn't say another word when she left him. Somehow he felt lonely and wanted her to just come back but, he refused to let these feelings surface. He carried on watching a little TV and then falling asleep on the couch.
"So is he treating you ok at the house?" Yamcha asked.
"Yes, he's quite sweet if you ask me." Bulma thinking of the kiss and she closed her eyes, trying to imagine it all over again. She smiled to herself then Yamcha's cell rang…
"Uhh…hello?" He said. Bulma had good hearing hear a young woman's voice.
"Hey baby. Where'd you run off to so fast?" she giggled. Bulma felt tears, mixed with anger tear inside her. Prickling stings tinged her eyes and she felt the tears fall.
"Uhh…" Yamcha blew it. And he glanced over at Bulma and the first thing he saw right then was Bulma's backhand slapping him in the face.
"HOW DARE YOU! TAKE ME HOME THIS INSTANT!" Bulma screamed and she almost made them run off the road.
"Baby! Whose that"—Yamcha hung up on her and threw the cell phone in the back of the car and then just smirked. Pulled the car off the road and the next thing that Bulma knew he was kissing her. She tried fighting away but his arms were strong and holding her down. He traced the kisses all the way down her neck and met her breast. He slyly made the seat fold back and now he was on top of her. She then realized that she might be being raped by him and he ripped her dress with a pocketknife and accidentally cut her shoulder, but then Yamcha felt a sinking pain surge…
"Shit…" He gasped, and he held himself. Bulma kicked him his sensitive part and ran out of the car and began running down the road. After feeling safe and knowing Yamcha wasn't follwing her, she began to walk on and was started crying to herself quietly. She tripped over own high heels and but hen just kicked them off her feet she was so mad. Rain began to fall and her dress stuck to ever curve of her body and her hair fell making it hard for her to see where she was going. She held her wound in her shoulder and soothing her right shoulder.
Vegeta slipped off his clothing and put on his boxers. He reckoned that Bulma and Yamcha would be out the whole night and wouldn't see her until early tomorrow morning and decided to grab some chow before going to bed. Jealousy settled in and he decided he'd leave his pride behind. He figured the dreams were because of it, his pride was created from Freezia and anything that he made for Vegeta he wanted to forget it all!
Fixing himself something to eat he heard the door open…and someone crying. He looked up from the fridge and walked to the kitchen doorway and saw Bulma soaked. She held her hand in front of her face wiping the tears away. He could see every curve on her now and when she turned to meet his astonished face she hurried upstairs from him. Flabbergasted he quickly ate as she took her shower and walked up stairs to comfort her the best way he knew.
The water stopped and he waited for a long moment, silent and standing in the hall. A smell to familiar came to his nose. It was thick and hung like dust in his nose…blood! He without thinking felt fury release himself and tried unlocking the door. If he dare to hurt her I'll be damned if I don't get a hold of his ass! Vegeta fought and heard her hurrying around in there and she ran from the shower but was caught from him. She was wrapped in a white towel and so was her hair. Her face didn't display fear, not one tear fell from her eyes but something, a pain lingered as he looked at her.
"What happened?" He asked, calmly.
"Let go of me…" She commanded. He did so and just waited her to speak.
"Come with me." She took his hand and then they both slipped into her room. She sat him on the bed and stood looking to mirror and she quietly and slowly revealed a cut in her shoulder, near her neck. Vegeta held it in, all the anger and all he wanted to beat the living shit out of Yamcha for hurting her like he did.
Without thought, without a question and without hesitation he walked up behind her wrapping his strong arms around her waist. She clamped hers against his wrist and she cocked her neck to her make her face meet his again. The kiss. Was it right? What they were about to fall into they weren't so sure. Releasing herself she walked over pulling the curtains in and turning the lights out so that was an incomplete darkness poured into the room. The rain had parted and the moon peeked in from time to time. Vegeta swallowed hard and embraced Bulma after she removed both her towels.
Warmth settled as both parties work to magic. Vegeta caressed Bulma's nude figure and enveloped into multiple kisses along her body. She was moist and her skin was lukewarm. He entered her passage with an outstanding amount of passion and they moved rhythmically. Bulma moaned as the pleasure peeked to his performance and she turned herself a top of him. She churned in a more harder, pattern and she heard for the first time, Vegeta grunt or moan in such passion the reeked of happiness and pleasure. She kissed his mouth and traced her fingers along his abdomen and finally trailed a hot kisses on his manhood. He returned the favor by flipping on top her and licking her soft spot and sprawling his kisses on her. There wasn't a feeling of regret or sorrow, there was just her and Vegeta making love because somehow on both parties they were hurt and needed each other's pleasure or warmth. Rubbing along her breast they again fell into a fine, obsessive kiss that lasted until they fell asleep…The position they lay was Vegeta's big arms wrapping about her waist, and tucking her safely beside him and he gave her one last kiss, on the cheek.
I hope u liked it-ZoeGurl PS-sorry it's been really really long time…LoL
