Wow, I've never had my stories reviewed so quickly! I guess that's one of the benefits of writing b/v fanfiction. Normally I write originals, which means I'm lucky if I get one review per week. Thanks!
Mia Jones
Chapter 2
Bulma's fingers scalded red as they dangled in the steaming water. The marble floor was icy against her knees. Vegeta clutched at the sink counter for support; his dark eyes slit. Bulma twisted the faucet off and twirled around.
"Let's get those clothes off. I want to see where you're hurt," she declared, while tugging at the broken armor. Vegeta winced and growled. "Hush," she chided.
Bulma dropped to his feet and carefully slid his gold tipped boots off. He slid onto the counter and hung his legs. She flung the grimy boots through the doorway into her room. She straightened and gently pushed his arms over his head. Her thin fingers flexed over his biceps.
Vegeta gasped as the armor and ragged shirt tore at the bloody gashes that slashed across his chest and back. Bulma cooed and lightly stroked the black and blue flesh. His pupils dilated and his head fell and rested against her shoulder.
"Vegeta, are you all right," she asked anxiously. Her fingers wove in his snarled and matted hair. He jumped slightly and shook his head; grasping Bulma's arm as his body swung, but he steadied and breathed deeply. Bulma lightly stroked his face until his eyes focused on her own. She smiled softly and tickled the corners of his mouth with her smooth fingers.
Her fingers trailed down his chest until they tugged at his pants. She nestled her thumbs under the hem and let them rest against the warm skin. Vegeta nodded his head slowly and lifted himself off the counter; his breath strained and the blood drained from his face. Bulma quickly slid the tight spandex down to his knees. She shrieked and stumbled backwards until her legs buckled against the bathtub ledge.
His manhood: large and bared between his legs. Vegeta cocked his head at Bulma whose eyes darted between every bathroom appliance and back between his legs. Vegeta shrugged out of his pants and let them drop limply. Bulma snorted and grabbed his hand firmly.
"I had been hoping for some underwear, but, whatever," she half grumbled and half smirked. Bulma pulled him off the counter towards the steaming bathtub.
Vegeta's feet squeaked against the slippery tile floor. She pulled harder, but he leaned his bronze body further away.
"What?" she asked while leaning her own weight against his. Vegeta's eyes flickered at the water. "What are you scared of? It's just a bath."
Vegeta stepped back quickly until he bumped into the counter. Bulma couldn't help but eye his lean form. She moved beside him and gently slid her hands up and down his arm. His eyes wavered between her ministrations and breathy encouragements to the clear water.
Bulma grunted and kicked off her sneakers. She lifted her skirt modestly and stepped into the bathtub. She grinned at Vegeta and kicked a spray of water into the air.
"See. Its just water." She kicked again but her foot slipped against the bath. Her legs flew up and her head dunked beneath the swirling water. She sputtered and blinked. Vegeta smirked and chuckled darkly. He leaped across the floor and into the tub; dowsing Bulma in another wave. Vegeta slapped at the water and splashed it against the wall. He cupped his hands; slurping the water greedily.
"Don't drink it!" Bulma giggled. Vegeta ducked his head in the searing water and blew bubbles. "Don't see water often?" Bulma laughed. Growls and guttural cries echoed against the pink walls. He kept eye contact with Bulma as he beamed and slapped the water against his face. He quieted and studied the silver metal faucet. Wintry water roared out after he tugged it curiously. He looked at Bulma with awe, then carefully shut the faucet.
Bulma frowned at the soaked, white tank top that clung to her skin. Vegeta's throat convulsed. His brows furrowed and he floated beside her. She frowned and pushed away strands of hair from her eyes. He gently laid his wide palm on her flat stomach. Bulma squirmed, but a fluttery sensation in her lower belly left her unable to stand. The cloth was silky in the water against his hand. He slowly slid it upwards until he lightly stroked the delicate skin just under her nipples. Her breathing became shallow and light.
Vegeta laid his free hand against his bare chest. Flat. He squeezed her breast more firmly until she whimpered softly. Vegeta grabbed her firmly around her tiny waist with both hands and lifted her onto his lap.
"Vegeta, stop." She whispered. Vegeta tore her top off her lithe figure. Silver beads of water quivered down her breasts. Her skirt and underwear were quickly shed onto the bathroom floor.
But Vegeta merely traced her figure with inquisitive hands and then outlined his own body. His coarse fingers paused and his ears pricked. Bulma froze.
A bubbling laughter echoed distantly many floors below the pair.
"Shit! My parents are home," Bulma said hoarsely. Water sloshed over the floor as they struggled out of the bathtub in a knot. She engulfed Vegeta in a fluffy blue towel, but he flung it aside. "We need to hide you," she worried.
She grabbed Vegeta's hand and led him into her bedroom. Her parents stood in the doorway.
"Who's this young man, Bulma?" her mother asked cheerfully. Her father's bushy mustache twitched and his eyes bulged beneath his thick glasses.
Bulma tried to simultaneously curl into a ball while covering Vegeta's lean body. Vegeta stood tall and gently fingered her curved hips. He ignored the Briefs.
"It's not what you think!" Bulma cried. Vegeta pressed her stomach and spun her around. She struggled, but his strength was dominant.
"What is he doing?" Mr. Briefs stuttered. Vegeta rubbed his head against Bulma's neck.
"I don't think he's ever seen a woman before," Bulma stated quietly. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and pushed away, but he rubbed into her hand like a cat. The cool air from the whirring overhead fan beat against their bare skin.
"How's that possible? Where is he from? How did he get hurt?" Mr. Briefs rambled.
"I don't know, dad. But can we please let him stay here. He's not dangerous, just curious; I think."
Mr. Briefs shook his head vigorously no. Mrs. Briefs laughed into her hand and playfully shoved her husband into the doorframe.
"Of course he can stay, silly. Every one should be in love!" she squealed.
Bulma rolled her eyes. "Whatever, mom. But could we have some privacy?"
Mr. Briefs's mustached twitched again. Mrs. Briefs shut the door on his nose. He howled in pain.
Bulma stalked across the room and flung her wardrobe open. She selected a blue sundress and slipped it over her head. Vegeta beamed and sauntered over. He rubbed his hands up and down her curves.
"Woman." She stated. She mimicked the curves of her body with her hands and repeated "Woman."
"Woman," he growled.
"Exciting day, huh? Water and Woman."
Mia Jones
Chapter 2
Bulma's fingers scalded red as they dangled in the steaming water. The marble floor was icy against her knees. Vegeta clutched at the sink counter for support; his dark eyes slit. Bulma twisted the faucet off and twirled around.
"Let's get those clothes off. I want to see where you're hurt," she declared, while tugging at the broken armor. Vegeta winced and growled. "Hush," she chided.
Bulma dropped to his feet and carefully slid his gold tipped boots off. He slid onto the counter and hung his legs. She flung the grimy boots through the doorway into her room. She straightened and gently pushed his arms over his head. Her thin fingers flexed over his biceps.
Vegeta gasped as the armor and ragged shirt tore at the bloody gashes that slashed across his chest and back. Bulma cooed and lightly stroked the black and blue flesh. His pupils dilated and his head fell and rested against her shoulder.
"Vegeta, are you all right," she asked anxiously. Her fingers wove in his snarled and matted hair. He jumped slightly and shook his head; grasping Bulma's arm as his body swung, but he steadied and breathed deeply. Bulma lightly stroked his face until his eyes focused on her own. She smiled softly and tickled the corners of his mouth with her smooth fingers.
Her fingers trailed down his chest until they tugged at his pants. She nestled her thumbs under the hem and let them rest against the warm skin. Vegeta nodded his head slowly and lifted himself off the counter; his breath strained and the blood drained from his face. Bulma quickly slid the tight spandex down to his knees. She shrieked and stumbled backwards until her legs buckled against the bathtub ledge.
His manhood: large and bared between his legs. Vegeta cocked his head at Bulma whose eyes darted between every bathroom appliance and back between his legs. Vegeta shrugged out of his pants and let them drop limply. Bulma snorted and grabbed his hand firmly.
"I had been hoping for some underwear, but, whatever," she half grumbled and half smirked. Bulma pulled him off the counter towards the steaming bathtub.
Vegeta's feet squeaked against the slippery tile floor. She pulled harder, but he leaned his bronze body further away.
"What?" she asked while leaning her own weight against his. Vegeta's eyes flickered at the water. "What are you scared of? It's just a bath."
Vegeta stepped back quickly until he bumped into the counter. Bulma couldn't help but eye his lean form. She moved beside him and gently slid her hands up and down his arm. His eyes wavered between her ministrations and breathy encouragements to the clear water.
Bulma grunted and kicked off her sneakers. She lifted her skirt modestly and stepped into the bathtub. She grinned at Vegeta and kicked a spray of water into the air.
"See. Its just water." She kicked again but her foot slipped against the bath. Her legs flew up and her head dunked beneath the swirling water. She sputtered and blinked. Vegeta smirked and chuckled darkly. He leaped across the floor and into the tub; dowsing Bulma in another wave. Vegeta slapped at the water and splashed it against the wall. He cupped his hands; slurping the water greedily.
"Don't drink it!" Bulma giggled. Vegeta ducked his head in the searing water and blew bubbles. "Don't see water often?" Bulma laughed. Growls and guttural cries echoed against the pink walls. He kept eye contact with Bulma as he beamed and slapped the water against his face. He quieted and studied the silver metal faucet. Wintry water roared out after he tugged it curiously. He looked at Bulma with awe, then carefully shut the faucet.
Bulma frowned at the soaked, white tank top that clung to her skin. Vegeta's throat convulsed. His brows furrowed and he floated beside her. She frowned and pushed away strands of hair from her eyes. He gently laid his wide palm on her flat stomach. Bulma squirmed, but a fluttery sensation in her lower belly left her unable to stand. The cloth was silky in the water against his hand. He slowly slid it upwards until he lightly stroked the delicate skin just under her nipples. Her breathing became shallow and light.
Vegeta laid his free hand against his bare chest. Flat. He squeezed her breast more firmly until she whimpered softly. Vegeta grabbed her firmly around her tiny waist with both hands and lifted her onto his lap.
"Vegeta, stop." She whispered. Vegeta tore her top off her lithe figure. Silver beads of water quivered down her breasts. Her skirt and underwear were quickly shed onto the bathroom floor.
But Vegeta merely traced her figure with inquisitive hands and then outlined his own body. His coarse fingers paused and his ears pricked. Bulma froze.
A bubbling laughter echoed distantly many floors below the pair.
"Shit! My parents are home," Bulma said hoarsely. Water sloshed over the floor as they struggled out of the bathtub in a knot. She engulfed Vegeta in a fluffy blue towel, but he flung it aside. "We need to hide you," she worried.
She grabbed Vegeta's hand and led him into her bedroom. Her parents stood in the doorway.
"Who's this young man, Bulma?" her mother asked cheerfully. Her father's bushy mustache twitched and his eyes bulged beneath his thick glasses.
Bulma tried to simultaneously curl into a ball while covering Vegeta's lean body. Vegeta stood tall and gently fingered her curved hips. He ignored the Briefs.
"It's not what you think!" Bulma cried. Vegeta pressed her stomach and spun her around. She struggled, but his strength was dominant.
"What is he doing?" Mr. Briefs stuttered. Vegeta rubbed his head against Bulma's neck.
"I don't think he's ever seen a woman before," Bulma stated quietly. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and pushed away, but he rubbed into her hand like a cat. The cool air from the whirring overhead fan beat against their bare skin.
"How's that possible? Where is he from? How did he get hurt?" Mr. Briefs rambled.
"I don't know, dad. But can we please let him stay here. He's not dangerous, just curious; I think."
Mr. Briefs shook his head vigorously no. Mrs. Briefs laughed into her hand and playfully shoved her husband into the doorframe.
"Of course he can stay, silly. Every one should be in love!" she squealed.
Bulma rolled her eyes. "Whatever, mom. But could we have some privacy?"
Mr. Briefs's mustached twitched again. Mrs. Briefs shut the door on his nose. He howled in pain.
Bulma stalked across the room and flung her wardrobe open. She selected a blue sundress and slipped it over her head. Vegeta beamed and sauntered over. He rubbed his hands up and down her curves.
"Woman." She stated. She mimicked the curves of her body with her hands and repeated "Woman."
"Woman," he growled.
"Exciting day, huh? Water and Woman."