Hi!!!
*sob* I have a GREAT idea...but I don't know how to write it!!! *takes calming breath* Ok, I'm going to work my way through this...slowly, I'm sure, but I will!!
Bloodlust Night: This chapter is for you...hehe...hope you like it.
Thank you everyone for your reviews!!! I love you all!! *tears of joy*
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, Akira isn't selling, so DBZ still doesn't belong to me. *stalks to a corner to sulk*
Warning: Much suggestive content. Do not read if you do not like this kinda stuff. I repeat...much content. If you don't like this kinda stuff...Do Not Read.
Chapter 8
Training
Bulma paced...back and forth...back and forth...ocasionally glancing at the clock as she passed. Ten minutes. Ten minutes before she was to report to Vegeta's personal training room. Which was located in his quarters. Growling, she paced some more.
Thoughts of the night before kept trying to break into her thoughts, but she stubbornly squashed them down. She desperately searched for something to occupy her mind. Pacing only gave her time to think, and she'd had to much of that last night.
She almost sighed in relief when she glanced at the clock. Five minutes. Then she groaned. Five minutes. To be there on time, she had to leave now.
She opened the door to the hall, then jumped in surprise. Yamcha was standing there, hand poised to knock.
Grinning sheepishly, he moved his hand to his side and said, "Hey, Bulma."
"Hey," Bulma replied moodily. She headed off down the hall.
Oblivious to her dark mood, Yamcha fell into step beside her. "Where are you going?" He asked after a moment.
"To train," Bulma growled angrily.
Yamcha glanced at Bulma, startled. "Um...I thought Saiyans liked to train?"
"We do," Bulma sighed. "Under normal circumstances. And I can assure you, these are not normal circumstances."
Yamcha waited for a more detailed explanation, but when she didn't continue, he said, "I see."
Bulma sighed again. "It doesn't matter. Don't worry about it."
Yamcha glanced at her again, but said nothing.
After a few moments of silence, they came to an elaborate, stone staircase. Images were carved into the steps, but Bulma didn't stop to look. As she started to climb, she glanced at Yamcha and said, "You better go. Only royalty is allowed on the next floor. You don't want to get into trouble."
"Um...okay...see you later?" Yamcha asked.
"Sure...later," Bulma said vaugely. She continued up the stairs, ignoring her surroundings. Her mind was racing with thoughts she could no longer hide from.
Fortunately for her, Vegeta's room was the first door at the top of the stairs. Taking a deep breath, Bulma knocked on the door.
The few seconds it took for Vegeta to open his door were worse than the fact that she had to be there. In those few seconds, hope that he wasn't there surfaced, only to be squashed when Vegeta answered her knock...in nothing but a pair of spandex training shorts.
Bulma flushed, quickly averting her gaze to his, frowning as he smirked.
"You are one minute late," Vegeta said smoothly, pulling her inside and closing the door. Bulma barely had time to notice Vegeta's impressive living quarters before she was drug through a door on her left.
"Let go of me, Vegeta!" Bulma huffed, trying to pull her arm out of his grip. "I can walk on my own, you know."
Vegeta smirked as he let go. "Actually, I didn't know."
Bulma turned a deep shade of red. Just as she was about to attack, the room's gravity shifted and, caught off guard, she fell.
"Hmm...and here I thought that you were strong," Vegeta mused, grinning evily. "It's only on fifty times normal gravity. Should I turn it down?"
Growling, Bulma stood up. "No." Without another word, she flew at him, her fist ready. She barely had time to register his smirk before he was gone; she hit the wall, leaving a dent that wasn't so un-noticeable. She winced a second before the blow came; a kick in the side, knocking her off her feet.
'Dammit,' Bulma thought, getting to her feet. 'Got to be more careful.' She straightened, schooled her features into a cold glare, then turned to Vegeta.
"Alright," Bulma said slowly. She balled her hands into fists and began powering up. Blue electricity crawled along the walls, being pulled into the whirlwind of power that surrounded her. As she finished, she said, "I'm ready."
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Vegeta frowned as she powered up. 'She's stronger than I thought,' he mused, then he smirked. 'Still, not strong enough.' He glanced at her, using these few moments to appreciate what she was wearing. 'Black is definitely her color,' he thought, taking in the full body suit. Her hair was pulled up into a tight ponytail, but a few wisps had escaped, framing her face, gentling her features.
Vegeta winced, forcing himself to forget his growing desire. Thoughts like that would only lead to him losing, and he couldn't lose. Not to her.
It was a relief when she finally said, "I'm ready."
Frowning at her, Vegeta said, "It's about time." With that, he attacked. Or, tried to at least. Right as he was about to punch her, she smirked and fazed out, elbowing him in the back a moment later.
Vegeta staggered, then turned, only to be punched in the jaw. He tasted blood. He wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand, glaring daggers at Bulma. He attacked again. A series of punches and kicks followed, each trying to get the upperhand, neither giving in to the other.
A few minutes into the fight, Bulma fazed out, startling Vegeta as his punch struck air. He turned quickly, but not quick enough to block her kick aimed straight for the stomach. He flew backwards, hitting his head against the wall rather hard.
He sat for a moment, wincing as he felt the back of his head. Pulling his hand in front of his face, he saw blood. He growled softly, menacingly. "Bitch," he muttered.
Bulma smirked. "You're the one who wanted me to train with you," she taunted. "So what's the matter? Don't want to play now that you're losing?"
Vegeta attacked again, but only managed to get thrown into the wall again. 'Shit!' he mentally berated himself. 'How could I let this happen?'
Bulma moved to stand over him. Frowning, she said, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," Vegeta growled, standing back up. He glared at her. 'How could I let myself lose?'
Bulma smirked at him. "Are we finished here?"
Vegeta's eyes narrowed as he watched her. 'Dammit,' he thought as his mind cleared. 'I let myself be...distracted.' Aloud, he said, "Yes, we're through...here."
He smirked as she frowned, then opened the door.
Bulma hesitated. "What are you up to, Vegeta?"
Vegeta just stood there, his trademark smirk plastered to his face, his arms crossed.
Bulma walked by him slowly, watching him carefully as she walked into his living quarters. She gasped as she finally got a good look at his room. She was standing in what was equivalent to a living room. A stone fireplace was set into the wall opposite the room's door; a deep blue couch was facing it. A door on the right wall presumedly led to the sleeping area.
"Would you like to see it?" Vegeta murmured into her ear.
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Bulma jumped, pulling her eyes away from the door. "No...that's okay..." She started, then paused as she caught his gaze. His eyes were dark, glazed. She bit her lip; backing away from him.
"What's wrong?" Vegeta murmured, matching her steps with his own.
"Vegeta...?" Bulma whimpered as she backed into the wall. "What...what are you doing?"
Vegeta smirked at her. Placing his hands on the wall on either side of her, he said, "What does it look like I'm doing?"
Bulma glared. "I can see what you're doing, but...why?"
Vegeta grinned. "I want you," he said simply.
Bulma blanched. "Wh..what?" She asked stupidly.
Vegeta moved closer; Bulma gasped as his body came into contact with hers. Shivers of fear and excitement raced through every inch of her body. She closed her eyes, taking a deep, shuddering breath, exhaling sharply as she felt his arousal press against her thigh.
Vegeta moved his lips to her ear and whispered, "And I know you want me, too." He nipped at her earlobe; she could feel his smirk as she gasped softly.
His lips moved down her neck, trailing feather-light kisses down to the collar of her training suit. She whimpered as his hands came to her waist, gently pulling her away from the wall, molding her body to his.
Bulma tried to think, tried to find some way out of this situation, but her mind could only concentrate on how good his hands felt as they circled her waist, could only concentrate on the hot, wet kisses that were slowly moving lower and lower.
Vegeta himself was having trouble concentrating. His intention had been to scare her, but she was so receptive to his minstrations that he was quickly losing control. And as her arms hesitantly circled his neck, he groaned, tightening his grip on her.
He moved his lips to hers, sliding his tongue into her warm sweetness, nearly groaning as she whimpered in pleasure. He devoured her taste hungrily, pushing her back against the wall. He moved his hands to her breast, pinching and rubbing, making her cry out into his mouth.
Bulma whimpered again, moving her hands to his chest. She traced the contours of his muscles, reveling in his obvious strength. She had given up trying to think, gave herself up to the pleasures Vegeta was offering her.
She pulled away from his kiss, moving her lips to his throat, slowly going lower. Her hands moved downward, her fingertips brushing against his stomach. He groaned, leaning his head on her shoulder as she brushed her hand against him.
Vegeta, in turn, moved his hands to her back and un-zipped her training suit. As he pulled the offensive material away from her body, he realized, to his delight, that she didn't wear a bra. He forced her to move her hands, pulling her arms out of the sleeves, then let the material hang as he bent down and took one perfect breast into his mouth.
Bulma gasped as the cool air made contact with her skin, then hissed as he began nipping and sucking at her breast, giving equal attention to both. She closed her eyes tight, seeing flashes of white behind her eyes. 'Well,' she thought, moving her hand to the hem of his shorts. 'Two can play that game.' She gave a slight tug; she was about to pull him free of the spandex when...
The intercom buzzed. Loudly.
They jumped away from each other; Bulma hit her head as she was already against the wall. They stared at each other, panting heavily. Bulma, noticing her state of un-dress, pulled her top up hurriedly. A few moments later, the intercom buzzed again.
Swearing loudly, Vegeta had just decided to ignore it when his father's voice said, "Vegeta, I know you're there. You are to report to the docking bay immediately. We have an important guest arriving in fifteen minutes." A pause, then, "Vegeta, answer me, now!"
Vegeta glared darkly at the intercom before hitting the button. "I'm not coming!"
"You will be here, Vegeta, or I will have the power to you training room turned off for the next month."
"Dammit!" Vegeta punched the wall, creating a gaping hole through which you could see his bedroom. Pushing the button again, he said, "I'm on my way."
He glared at the intercom for a moment, then glanced at Bulma. She looked adorably lost and confused. Grinding his teeth, Vegeta looked away. 'A cold shower,' he thought. 'Then the docking bay, then...father.' "Leave," he growled. He watched as Bulma glanced at him, then let herself out.
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*comes out of corner, cackling insanely* I feel so much better!! And guess what?? *pulls plastic robe on, puts plastic bag over head* I will not be hit by flying fruit this time!!! *more insane laughter* *fruit his plastic, it slides off* *cackling in glee*
I hope this chapter makes up for the fact that I don't know when I'll be able to update again. *mutter* I hate moving, but I love it this time!!! Bigger house!!! My own room!!! A pond!!! *joyful tears of...well...joy* *glances at clock* Ooops...um...it's like...1:30 in the morning...no wonder I'm so hyper. I'm tired!!!
Well peeps, as always, review!!! Please!! Your reviews are what keeps me going!! If you notice, this is my only story with more than one chapter!! That's because none of the others have more than two reviews!!! *sob* Well, the pig one has more, but that's a completed story...so it doesn't count...*sniff*
*gag* *tries taking deep breath*
Oh no, I can't breathe!! But...need...bag...protection... *pulls bag off of head* *deep breaths* Huh...? No fruit? Uh...um... *holds hands out pleadingly* You don't have to come here...You don't need that...ulp... *squeek* ...help?
*sob* I have a GREAT idea...but I don't know how to write it!!! *takes calming breath* Ok, I'm going to work my way through this...slowly, I'm sure, but I will!!
Bloodlust Night: This chapter is for you...hehe...hope you like it.
Thank you everyone for your reviews!!! I love you all!! *tears of joy*
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, Akira isn't selling, so DBZ still doesn't belong to me. *stalks to a corner to sulk*
Warning: Much suggestive content. Do not read if you do not like this kinda stuff. I repeat...much content. If you don't like this kinda stuff...Do Not Read.
Chapter 8
Training
Bulma paced...back and forth...back and forth...ocasionally glancing at the clock as she passed. Ten minutes. Ten minutes before she was to report to Vegeta's personal training room. Which was located in his quarters. Growling, she paced some more.
Thoughts of the night before kept trying to break into her thoughts, but she stubbornly squashed them down. She desperately searched for something to occupy her mind. Pacing only gave her time to think, and she'd had to much of that last night.
She almost sighed in relief when she glanced at the clock. Five minutes. Then she groaned. Five minutes. To be there on time, she had to leave now.
She opened the door to the hall, then jumped in surprise. Yamcha was standing there, hand poised to knock.
Grinning sheepishly, he moved his hand to his side and said, "Hey, Bulma."
"Hey," Bulma replied moodily. She headed off down the hall.
Oblivious to her dark mood, Yamcha fell into step beside her. "Where are you going?" He asked after a moment.
"To train," Bulma growled angrily.
Yamcha glanced at Bulma, startled. "Um...I thought Saiyans liked to train?"
"We do," Bulma sighed. "Under normal circumstances. And I can assure you, these are not normal circumstances."
Yamcha waited for a more detailed explanation, but when she didn't continue, he said, "I see."
Bulma sighed again. "It doesn't matter. Don't worry about it."
Yamcha glanced at her again, but said nothing.
After a few moments of silence, they came to an elaborate, stone staircase. Images were carved into the steps, but Bulma didn't stop to look. As she started to climb, she glanced at Yamcha and said, "You better go. Only royalty is allowed on the next floor. You don't want to get into trouble."
"Um...okay...see you later?" Yamcha asked.
"Sure...later," Bulma said vaugely. She continued up the stairs, ignoring her surroundings. Her mind was racing with thoughts she could no longer hide from.
Fortunately for her, Vegeta's room was the first door at the top of the stairs. Taking a deep breath, Bulma knocked on the door.
The few seconds it took for Vegeta to open his door were worse than the fact that she had to be there. In those few seconds, hope that he wasn't there surfaced, only to be squashed when Vegeta answered her knock...in nothing but a pair of spandex training shorts.
Bulma flushed, quickly averting her gaze to his, frowning as he smirked.
"You are one minute late," Vegeta said smoothly, pulling her inside and closing the door. Bulma barely had time to notice Vegeta's impressive living quarters before she was drug through a door on her left.
"Let go of me, Vegeta!" Bulma huffed, trying to pull her arm out of his grip. "I can walk on my own, you know."
Vegeta smirked as he let go. "Actually, I didn't know."
Bulma turned a deep shade of red. Just as she was about to attack, the room's gravity shifted and, caught off guard, she fell.
"Hmm...and here I thought that you were strong," Vegeta mused, grinning evily. "It's only on fifty times normal gravity. Should I turn it down?"
Growling, Bulma stood up. "No." Without another word, she flew at him, her fist ready. She barely had time to register his smirk before he was gone; she hit the wall, leaving a dent that wasn't so un-noticeable. She winced a second before the blow came; a kick in the side, knocking her off her feet.
'Dammit,' Bulma thought, getting to her feet. 'Got to be more careful.' She straightened, schooled her features into a cold glare, then turned to Vegeta.
"Alright," Bulma said slowly. She balled her hands into fists and began powering up. Blue electricity crawled along the walls, being pulled into the whirlwind of power that surrounded her. As she finished, she said, "I'm ready."
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Vegeta frowned as she powered up. 'She's stronger than I thought,' he mused, then he smirked. 'Still, not strong enough.' He glanced at her, using these few moments to appreciate what she was wearing. 'Black is definitely her color,' he thought, taking in the full body suit. Her hair was pulled up into a tight ponytail, but a few wisps had escaped, framing her face, gentling her features.
Vegeta winced, forcing himself to forget his growing desire. Thoughts like that would only lead to him losing, and he couldn't lose. Not to her.
It was a relief when she finally said, "I'm ready."
Frowning at her, Vegeta said, "It's about time." With that, he attacked. Or, tried to at least. Right as he was about to punch her, she smirked and fazed out, elbowing him in the back a moment later.
Vegeta staggered, then turned, only to be punched in the jaw. He tasted blood. He wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand, glaring daggers at Bulma. He attacked again. A series of punches and kicks followed, each trying to get the upperhand, neither giving in to the other.
A few minutes into the fight, Bulma fazed out, startling Vegeta as his punch struck air. He turned quickly, but not quick enough to block her kick aimed straight for the stomach. He flew backwards, hitting his head against the wall rather hard.
He sat for a moment, wincing as he felt the back of his head. Pulling his hand in front of his face, he saw blood. He growled softly, menacingly. "Bitch," he muttered.
Bulma smirked. "You're the one who wanted me to train with you," she taunted. "So what's the matter? Don't want to play now that you're losing?"
Vegeta attacked again, but only managed to get thrown into the wall again. 'Shit!' he mentally berated himself. 'How could I let this happen?'
Bulma moved to stand over him. Frowning, she said, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," Vegeta growled, standing back up. He glared at her. 'How could I let myself lose?'
Bulma smirked at him. "Are we finished here?"
Vegeta's eyes narrowed as he watched her. 'Dammit,' he thought as his mind cleared. 'I let myself be...distracted.' Aloud, he said, "Yes, we're through...here."
He smirked as she frowned, then opened the door.
Bulma hesitated. "What are you up to, Vegeta?"
Vegeta just stood there, his trademark smirk plastered to his face, his arms crossed.
Bulma walked by him slowly, watching him carefully as she walked into his living quarters. She gasped as she finally got a good look at his room. She was standing in what was equivalent to a living room. A stone fireplace was set into the wall opposite the room's door; a deep blue couch was facing it. A door on the right wall presumedly led to the sleeping area.
"Would you like to see it?" Vegeta murmured into her ear.
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Bulma jumped, pulling her eyes away from the door. "No...that's okay..." She started, then paused as she caught his gaze. His eyes were dark, glazed. She bit her lip; backing away from him.
"What's wrong?" Vegeta murmured, matching her steps with his own.
"Vegeta...?" Bulma whimpered as she backed into the wall. "What...what are you doing?"
Vegeta smirked at her. Placing his hands on the wall on either side of her, he said, "What does it look like I'm doing?"
Bulma glared. "I can see what you're doing, but...why?"
Vegeta grinned. "I want you," he said simply.
Bulma blanched. "Wh..what?" She asked stupidly.
Vegeta moved closer; Bulma gasped as his body came into contact with hers. Shivers of fear and excitement raced through every inch of her body. She closed her eyes, taking a deep, shuddering breath, exhaling sharply as she felt his arousal press against her thigh.
Vegeta moved his lips to her ear and whispered, "And I know you want me, too." He nipped at her earlobe; she could feel his smirk as she gasped softly.
His lips moved down her neck, trailing feather-light kisses down to the collar of her training suit. She whimpered as his hands came to her waist, gently pulling her away from the wall, molding her body to his.
Bulma tried to think, tried to find some way out of this situation, but her mind could only concentrate on how good his hands felt as they circled her waist, could only concentrate on the hot, wet kisses that were slowly moving lower and lower.
Vegeta himself was having trouble concentrating. His intention had been to scare her, but she was so receptive to his minstrations that he was quickly losing control. And as her arms hesitantly circled his neck, he groaned, tightening his grip on her.
He moved his lips to hers, sliding his tongue into her warm sweetness, nearly groaning as she whimpered in pleasure. He devoured her taste hungrily, pushing her back against the wall. He moved his hands to her breast, pinching and rubbing, making her cry out into his mouth.
Bulma whimpered again, moving her hands to his chest. She traced the contours of his muscles, reveling in his obvious strength. She had given up trying to think, gave herself up to the pleasures Vegeta was offering her.
She pulled away from his kiss, moving her lips to his throat, slowly going lower. Her hands moved downward, her fingertips brushing against his stomach. He groaned, leaning his head on her shoulder as she brushed her hand against him.
Vegeta, in turn, moved his hands to her back and un-zipped her training suit. As he pulled the offensive material away from her body, he realized, to his delight, that she didn't wear a bra. He forced her to move her hands, pulling her arms out of the sleeves, then let the material hang as he bent down and took one perfect breast into his mouth.
Bulma gasped as the cool air made contact with her skin, then hissed as he began nipping and sucking at her breast, giving equal attention to both. She closed her eyes tight, seeing flashes of white behind her eyes. 'Well,' she thought, moving her hand to the hem of his shorts. 'Two can play that game.' She gave a slight tug; she was about to pull him free of the spandex when...
The intercom buzzed. Loudly.
They jumped away from each other; Bulma hit her head as she was already against the wall. They stared at each other, panting heavily. Bulma, noticing her state of un-dress, pulled her top up hurriedly. A few moments later, the intercom buzzed again.
Swearing loudly, Vegeta had just decided to ignore it when his father's voice said, "Vegeta, I know you're there. You are to report to the docking bay immediately. We have an important guest arriving in fifteen minutes." A pause, then, "Vegeta, answer me, now!"
Vegeta glared darkly at the intercom before hitting the button. "I'm not coming!"
"You will be here, Vegeta, or I will have the power to you training room turned off for the next month."
"Dammit!" Vegeta punched the wall, creating a gaping hole through which you could see his bedroom. Pushing the button again, he said, "I'm on my way."
He glared at the intercom for a moment, then glanced at Bulma. She looked adorably lost and confused. Grinding his teeth, Vegeta looked away. 'A cold shower,' he thought. 'Then the docking bay, then...father.' "Leave," he growled. He watched as Bulma glanced at him, then let herself out.
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*comes out of corner, cackling insanely* I feel so much better!! And guess what?? *pulls plastic robe on, puts plastic bag over head* I will not be hit by flying fruit this time!!! *more insane laughter* *fruit his plastic, it slides off* *cackling in glee*
I hope this chapter makes up for the fact that I don't know when I'll be able to update again. *mutter* I hate moving, but I love it this time!!! Bigger house!!! My own room!!! A pond!!! *joyful tears of...well...joy* *glances at clock* Ooops...um...it's like...1:30 in the morning...no wonder I'm so hyper. I'm tired!!!
Well peeps, as always, review!!! Please!! Your reviews are what keeps me going!! If you notice, this is my only story with more than one chapter!! That's because none of the others have more than two reviews!!! *sob* Well, the pig one has more, but that's a completed story...so it doesn't count...*sniff*
*gag* *tries taking deep breath*
Oh no, I can't breathe!! But...need...bag...protection... *pulls bag off of head* *deep breaths* Huh...? No fruit? Uh...um... *holds hands out pleadingly* You don't have to come here...You don't need that...ulp... *squeek* ...help?