Wow, it has literally been over a year since I last touched this story. I mean, I wrote this story before fanfiction.net completely revamped. That was a while ago. Well, since all the reviews have been getting a little more vicious (update you damn author, update!), I will attempt to finish this story. I thought it was stupid, and I wanted to write originals, but I have left a lot of people hanging. But if you read this, please check out my other incomplete stories at fictionpress.com. I am still under the name of mia jones.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama and whatever company happens to currently own this lucrative little enterprise.
Dr. Briefs pressed his body against the corner of the doorway...waiting. He sprung into the living room and fell into a crouch with his arms waving wildly.
"Hah!" he bellowed in a voice that was distinctly not meant for bellowing. "I caught you!"
Bulma and Vegeta stared blankly at the scientist. Vegeta grinned wickedly at the good doctor, but neither he nor Bulma moved. They sat beside each other on the couch. Eventually Dr. Briefs straightened up and let his arms fall limply to his sides.
"I see you're being good children then," he muttered and cleared his throat. Bulma rolled her eyes.
"Yeah daddy, we're being good, so let us alone," she huffed. Vegeta dropped his gaze down to Bulma's bare legs. He had been fascinated with them over the past few weeks. His hand crept towards her skirt, but Bulma's hand reflexively slapped him away. Vegeta growled deep in his chest and slightly barred his teeth, but Bulma refused to look at him. Ignored, he quieted down again.
"Um, how have the lessons been going?" Dr. Briefs asked while nervously petting his little shoulder cat. Bulma sighed and finally turned towards Vegeta who immediately stopped sulking. He raised his chin defiantly and glared at Bulma. Dr. Briefs noticed Vegeta pull his shoulders back into a more regal pose.
"I just don't even know how to begin. There so much he doesn't understand. Wherever he was from, it wasn't a very nice place. And I don't think he's even from this planet. I wish he could talk to me, you know, tell me about himself," Bulma answered her father almost sadly. She lightly touched Vegeta's face that had only recently begun to heal. He flushed deep red under her touch. Bulma laughed at his reaction and held his face closer. Vegeta shook like a bewildered animal. Desperately confused, he was torn between pressing against her hands and jerking away from her laughter.
"He still hasn't picked up much Japanese, I guess," Bulma's father mumbled.
"No. He knows my name, and few other words. But it's not enough to really communicate with him," Bulma sighed. Vegeta softened and rested his head against hers. Dr. Briefs bristled slightly as Vegeta rubbed against Bulma. But he left them alone in the room.
Bulma wrapped her arms lightly around Vegeta's neck, but she pushed him away.
"Not now, please Vegeta. We haven't made any progress," she whimpered. Abruptly she pushed him away and stood up. Vegeta barked and grabbed her hand, but she twisted away. He jumped off the sagging couch and stalked after her.
"You can't keep touching me like that. My daddy won't like it. No hanky-panky," Bulma trilled lightly. She stopped and placed her hands on her hips. Spinning around, she faced him.
"How did you get here?"
Vegeta raised her brows and smirked. A few dark words poured from his tight mouth. For an instant, Bulma was mesmerized by the sound.
"Are you feeling better?" She asked while rubbing his shoulder. He nodded firmly. Bulma smiled. One of her rare smiles. They did understand each other, though Bulma couldn't explain how.
"Let's go back to the field. Back to where we first met," Bulma stated firmly. She held onto Vegeta's arm and led him out of the house. He followed her as he always did.
"Vegeta," Bulma said in a low voice as they tramped through the dry weeds. "I like you." Vegeta listened but he didn't respond. Eventually he held her hand and led her in a very specific direction.
"Do you know where you're going?" and just as she spoke she tripped and fell much further than the ground would normally allow. In the split second that followed Bulma thought to herself "Oh dear, I've fallen into a very deep hole."
But she stopped very suddenly. She felt the rise and fall of Vegeta's chest against her face and his strong arms holding her. He was very warm. She looked down. In fact it was a very large hole. They floated above a massive crater.
"You can fly?" Bulma squealed. Vegeta nodded. She grasped at his chest. Another rare smile beamed from her lips and eyes. He slowly lowered himself down to the burnt earth, but he didn't let go of Bulma. He held her firmly and before she could protest, he had pinned her to the ground.
Vegeta ground himself into her soft body.
"No, stop it Vegeta! Stop! What are you doing?" she cried. She sobbed harshly as the fear overtook her senses. Her breath came in panicky jerks. He stopped as suddenly as he had begun and shuddered. Bulma could feel his hard-on pressing against her thigh. She burst into tears. Vegeta rested on his arms. His eyes widened. Bulma continued to cry.
"What were you doing," she wailed hysterically. Only now did she realize how much strength he processed. It was beyond human limits.
Vegeta began to speak rapidly in his strange language. He talked wildly and as Bulma slowly quieted, she realized he was too was afraid. He rolled off and gathered Bulma into his arms. She struggled, but he was too strong. He rocked slightly. Slowly she calmed.
"You scared me," she whispered. Vegeta pressed his cheek against hers. Bulma understood he was sorry. She rubbed the back of his neck and he was forgiven.
"God, you are horny," she joked weakly. Vegeta couldn't look at her. He felt sick. But Bulma continued to stroke his neck.
Only then did they look to the strange object that rested in the very center of the crater.
More to come, I promise. Sorry I'm such a pathetic writer. But don't forget to checkout my other stories at fictionpress.com!
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama and whatever company happens to currently own this lucrative little enterprise.
Dr. Briefs pressed his body against the corner of the doorway...waiting. He sprung into the living room and fell into a crouch with his arms waving wildly.
"Hah!" he bellowed in a voice that was distinctly not meant for bellowing. "I caught you!"
Bulma and Vegeta stared blankly at the scientist. Vegeta grinned wickedly at the good doctor, but neither he nor Bulma moved. They sat beside each other on the couch. Eventually Dr. Briefs straightened up and let his arms fall limply to his sides.
"I see you're being good children then," he muttered and cleared his throat. Bulma rolled her eyes.
"Yeah daddy, we're being good, so let us alone," she huffed. Vegeta dropped his gaze down to Bulma's bare legs. He had been fascinated with them over the past few weeks. His hand crept towards her skirt, but Bulma's hand reflexively slapped him away. Vegeta growled deep in his chest and slightly barred his teeth, but Bulma refused to look at him. Ignored, he quieted down again.
"Um, how have the lessons been going?" Dr. Briefs asked while nervously petting his little shoulder cat. Bulma sighed and finally turned towards Vegeta who immediately stopped sulking. He raised his chin defiantly and glared at Bulma. Dr. Briefs noticed Vegeta pull his shoulders back into a more regal pose.
"I just don't even know how to begin. There so much he doesn't understand. Wherever he was from, it wasn't a very nice place. And I don't think he's even from this planet. I wish he could talk to me, you know, tell me about himself," Bulma answered her father almost sadly. She lightly touched Vegeta's face that had only recently begun to heal. He flushed deep red under her touch. Bulma laughed at his reaction and held his face closer. Vegeta shook like a bewildered animal. Desperately confused, he was torn between pressing against her hands and jerking away from her laughter.
"He still hasn't picked up much Japanese, I guess," Bulma's father mumbled.
"No. He knows my name, and few other words. But it's not enough to really communicate with him," Bulma sighed. Vegeta softened and rested his head against hers. Dr. Briefs bristled slightly as Vegeta rubbed against Bulma. But he left them alone in the room.
Bulma wrapped her arms lightly around Vegeta's neck, but she pushed him away.
"Not now, please Vegeta. We haven't made any progress," she whimpered. Abruptly she pushed him away and stood up. Vegeta barked and grabbed her hand, but she twisted away. He jumped off the sagging couch and stalked after her.
"You can't keep touching me like that. My daddy won't like it. No hanky-panky," Bulma trilled lightly. She stopped and placed her hands on her hips. Spinning around, she faced him.
"How did you get here?"
Vegeta raised her brows and smirked. A few dark words poured from his tight mouth. For an instant, Bulma was mesmerized by the sound.
"Are you feeling better?" She asked while rubbing his shoulder. He nodded firmly. Bulma smiled. One of her rare smiles. They did understand each other, though Bulma couldn't explain how.
"Let's go back to the field. Back to where we first met," Bulma stated firmly. She held onto Vegeta's arm and led him out of the house. He followed her as he always did.
"Vegeta," Bulma said in a low voice as they tramped through the dry weeds. "I like you." Vegeta listened but he didn't respond. Eventually he held her hand and led her in a very specific direction.
"Do you know where you're going?" and just as she spoke she tripped and fell much further than the ground would normally allow. In the split second that followed Bulma thought to herself "Oh dear, I've fallen into a very deep hole."
But she stopped very suddenly. She felt the rise and fall of Vegeta's chest against her face and his strong arms holding her. He was very warm. She looked down. In fact it was a very large hole. They floated above a massive crater.
"You can fly?" Bulma squealed. Vegeta nodded. She grasped at his chest. Another rare smile beamed from her lips and eyes. He slowly lowered himself down to the burnt earth, but he didn't let go of Bulma. He held her firmly and before she could protest, he had pinned her to the ground.
Vegeta ground himself into her soft body.
"No, stop it Vegeta! Stop! What are you doing?" she cried. She sobbed harshly as the fear overtook her senses. Her breath came in panicky jerks. He stopped as suddenly as he had begun and shuddered. Bulma could feel his hard-on pressing against her thigh. She burst into tears. Vegeta rested on his arms. His eyes widened. Bulma continued to cry.
"What were you doing," she wailed hysterically. Only now did she realize how much strength he processed. It was beyond human limits.
Vegeta began to speak rapidly in his strange language. He talked wildly and as Bulma slowly quieted, she realized he was too was afraid. He rolled off and gathered Bulma into his arms. She struggled, but he was too strong. He rocked slightly. Slowly she calmed.
"You scared me," she whispered. Vegeta pressed his cheek against hers. Bulma understood he was sorry. She rubbed the back of his neck and he was forgiven.
"God, you are horny," she joked weakly. Vegeta couldn't look at her. He felt sick. But Bulma continued to stroke his neck.
Only then did they look to the strange object that rested in the very center of the crater.
More to come, I promise. Sorry I'm such a pathetic writer. But don't forget to checkout my other stories at fictionpress.com!