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AN: Thank you for all the reviews. I'm glad you all are enjoying this story as much as I am enjoying writing it. I have noticed that this story is in fact different and I love that it is, something no one has done before. Hope you enjoy chapter three.

Chapter Three: Temptation

Thou shall not give into temptation.

One of the nearly impossibly set commandments of everyday life that are far easier said than done. Temptation hath taken form, right above you in fact. As most normal humans you have never caught one glimpse of the heavenly kingdom. Surely if you have you would not be currently lying on the plush pillows of your bed, staring at a creature you are sure belongs to the holiest of sovereignties.

Your eyes wander down from her angelic face, complete with two large aqua orbs and full pouting lips, down to her slender neck where her hair tickles the responsive skin surrounding the extension of her, and lastly to the rich fullness in her shirt. A long strand of her raven hair falls from its place above her head between the two of you. It tickles your chest fleetingly, causing you to squirm. She laughs and you rejoice in the sound. So harmonic, so incredibly feminine and even a bit beguiling.

How does she do this to you without even trying? She's causing your skin to be lit ablaze with your own rambling thoughts that slur together like a drunken mans mentality. The things you want to do to her…the longing inside of you has gotten unbearable. You want to put into actions the way you feel for her. You had your chance, but you let it slip right through your fingers because you wanted to be the good guy.

Now more than ever you are starting to realize that good guys never win. You should have just taken what you knew you could have had, should have had. When she had broken down in your arms all those times following Jordan's absence you could have consoled her with more than your words.

You chickened out your mind reminds you with a hint of irritation. If you had only acted like a real man then she would have stayed in your arms longer and not ending up with Vegeta. When you failed and lacked the initiative to take her as your own she went to someone who could.

A sigh leaves your dry lips. You only did it for her own good. Back then you could not be sure that you would not hurt her with your trifling habits. Any other woman would have not caused second thoughts to cross your mind over and over, crowding up like the highway not too far from your home.

But Bulma…she made you think twice, again and again and again. Before all she was your friend, your sister when your own sister had denounced the blood you two shared. She comforted you on the days that the world was nothing more than rain and winds. Her benevolence, the same gentleness that you had yet to encounter from any other human being, male or female, had magically calmed the storm brewing in January.

January…a time that was supposed to be the start of life after the winter. Lamentably you had somehow gotten stuck on the perpetual winter; it had snaked its way into your rebirth. The winds and rain from December intoxicated your January and in the end made a month with no name, and with horrors that damn near broke you.

When Death seemed too close for your liking, the wings of a majestic angel has shielded you. The angel was staring down at you on that very moment and she was tempting you like a siren. She was a very dangerous mix indeed.

With her body looming over you there are few options left for you to turn for. You scramble around like a little mouse in a large wooden maze. There is no exit. Everywhere you go, whenever you turn there she is, those haunting, tantalizing blue eyes are screaming out to you. They form walls that you cannot escape and crash into constantly. You know you will get no where with her, yet you find yourself trying time and time again to lead her into the same temptation that has become your eternity.

You turn over in bed.

You remember the times when you and Vegeta were at least associates, when he trusted you as much as he could trust anyone in a battle, for he never was one to put his faith entirely in a human. He was smart for that you figured. If you had done the same maybe Alizaé's betrayal would not have hurt you so badly.

In either case, you did not know, and know you have learned many things. Upon those sundry, scattered thoughts, all mixed together, is the knowledge as to what Vegeta meant when he spoke of Bulma. He always loved her from afar. From the very first day that they had met, of course he would have never admitted that to anyone other than her. But you could see it in him. When he spoke about her his entire persona would change. The cold deflective barrier that he usually hid behind would melt, even if just for a moment, and he could spend hours basking in her simple glory.

At the time, you did not understand his infatuation with her. He regarded her like a goddess, a queen, and to you she was only your princess. Sure, you could agree that Bulma was a wonderful person, even if you two did more arguing than anything in those days. Now, however, you have found that your eyes have been blessed with Vegeta's sight in which Bulma can do no wrong. You could clearly view the goddess, the queen that had grown from the princess, standing upon her pedestal, forever unreachable because at her side was her king.

The thoughts make your body is restless all over again. You toss around, seeking the comfort that will never come unless Bulma's body is lying next to yours, her head over your chest and your arms wrapped tightly around her. Ultimately you return to your position on your side, there is a dull sting on your shoulder from the full weight of your body being rested fully on it. You've placed too much on your shoulder, as you did with Alizaé.

What's the point of thinking nowadays? Your thoughts always find a way to turn into thoughts that are only about Bulma and that was worthless. You know as you know that the sky is blue that she loves that…person…that egotistical, overprotective son of a bitch, Vegeta, with all her heart. Sure, she loved Jordan but it was nothing compared to the furious love she now has for Vegeta. That love she holds for him is mocking you in the same way your memories do, the same way that voice in your head does.

You can feel the emotions running so severely through every fiber in Bulma's body by merely bringing up his name to her. It is as obvious as the sun in the sky. She has more than willingly relinquished herself up to him without any regrets. You could be in his position and you would be if he had not entered at the time that he had. He stole her from you. Jesus she should be yours…

What does he have that you do not? He is not more man than you are.

…Or is he?

If, there is a large strain on the word if, he is what makes him more of a man than you? What will it take for her to open those drowning blue eyes and realize that if anyone was meant to help her it was you?

Vegeta Ouji is not all that at all. There have been and will be more men like him, unfortunately for the world. Jealous, overbearing men that take what is not theirs.

He is not right at all for your princess. She is yours dammit. A man—if you can call him that—like him is not right at all for her.

Your face contorts the faint lines of itself into a tight frown. For the past few minutes you have been trying to control it but now you do not care if Bulma sees it or not. In fact, a part of you wants her to see it so she can see how much this is bothering you. Doesn't she know how much you love her? It seems that to get her attention you have to stand up on your tip-toes, waving a banner, like a fan at a concert.

The lying has got to stop. That pesky little voice in the back of your mind is awake again, and taunting you. He is perfect for her. She is perfect for him. They look perfect together, and they fit perfectly together.

The word perfect is now a word you despise.

You know he is perfect for her. Everyone can see it. They say it all the time. They are always commenting on how they have seen the two of them through a lot and the happiest they have ever been seen was at each other's side.

You snort lowly.

You've had enough of everyone and their observations. It is not as if you're blind. You can see it very well. You see how he makes her. Another one of the constant reminds that show you that that is the way you could have made her…

Aside from the torture of everyone else also come to attain the fact that you have given that person a name. Hm. Perhaps you do not hate him as much as you would like others to think. Or does this mean you hate him enough to identify him? Yet again you find yourself confused by a new prospect. The last thing you need.

If you're not careful you could be in Death's arms quicker than you predicated. It is getting harder and harder to keep your desire controlled. If he had just stayed where he was then none of this would be a problem you think to yourself while burning holes into the plain wall in front of you.

There are small dips and cracks in the old walls that you grew up in. After all you've been forced to endure there is a strange comfort in lying on the bed in the room you grew up in. You know nothing can go wrong there. Or at least nothing should. This is your room, this is the only place where nothing cam harm you. Right? Well…with the luck you have you would not be surprised if something managed to go horribly askew.

A small hand glides down your cheek, feeling like a jolt of electricity is hitting your fine features. Your eyes quickly dart to their respective corners to gain a view. It is Bulma and she looks worried.

"Are you feeling okay?" she asks.

Okay? Okay feels like an entire galaxy away from where you are, drifting uselessly in an endless chasm of space.

No, in order to be okay so many things would have to change. Staring with Vegeta; he would most definitely have to be taken out of the equation permanently or momentarily. A sick flash of him vanishing crosses your mind. That is very pleasing to you; it will satisfy the current blood-lust that you have felt creeping up on you. Then, you can move onto satisfying the second lust you feel…

You pass your moist tongue over your still dry lips. Desperately you are in dire need for something to moisten them...

Either way you do not care what happens to Vegeta and you admit it to yourself. You want just one moment to show her how much she means to you, how much she has always meant to you. Yet you are aware that so long as Vegeta is around you cannot make any moves. He would come after you so fast you would not even feel Death taking you away.

No, you whisper out in a voice so rasping that you can hardly recognize it as your own. It is noticeable decibels lower than usual. The two of you are caught off guard.

"Well…can I get you something?" she asks.

"Yes…you long to reply. You can give into me" you think to yourself but never aloud.

Instead you do not reply for fear that you will say something out of line. You know that she is asking for your honesty, she always has, but if you give into that there will be no turning back. It will be unleashing a monster that no one can control and will ultimately be your demise.

"Yamcha?" she questions.

Your body turns fully in the bed to the way you were once positioned, under her with you on your back staring up at her.

"Can I get you anything?" she asks again.

Something about her words or perhaps it is that you are finally fed up with waiting, makes you bold. You are yearning to lean up and swiftly, before either of you know what is fully happening, capture her supple lips in your own greedy ones is too much to ignore. Do you pay it mind?

To do so, you could almost feel it. You can feel her lips, reluctant at first, then slowly starting to part underneath yours. Her tongue fights back away from your burning mouth, like one quick taste had burned her.

Fire; the kiss has the madding impression of liquid fire assaulting both of your mouths. You want to take more until her lips are bruised under yours and you do not care if yours are scolded in the process. Unlike her you want to be burned, you want to be scorched and you do not care for the consequences.

Deeper, you have to drive the kiss deeper as if you were searching for something you are unaware of. The only thing you do know is that you will somehow find it if you drive the kiss as deep as you possibly can. You need to feel the sensation of Bulma's lips on yours and her tongue invading yours.

The command causes you to drink from her like a man dying of thirst and her kiss is cool and refreshing; the first long chug of water after crossing the treacherous desert of your life. This is the refreshment that you were craving. Your lips are no longer dry.

More, the voice begs like a child. Where there is some there is plenty and it has to have more. When you do not comply immediately the voice starts thrashing about in your mind. A massive headache is building up and you know the only way it will subside is if you get a harder drink of your antidote.

The innocence has turned to driving, exasperating need.

Passion.

Lust.

Desire.

One of your shaking hands finds its way to the small of her delicate back. She gives off a small yammer that goes without succor. The kiss gets hotter, faster, deeper, bolder, all at once. Your head rears and causes you to crash somewhere in the distance, alone, with trembling lips.

The smell of thick betrayal hanging in the air like the dew after a storm. Your eyes dart around without focus, you take in everything around you. It might be your last conscious sight. For what you have done you will pay the ultimate price…

AN2: Did the kiss happen…was it all a dream…who knows. Want more, just say the word in a review and you got it. Tell me what you think, good or bad. Thanks.