Today had been an exhausting day! The talk with Yamcha had left her drained emotionally. She had taken the time to look seductive for Vegeta but the male had locked himself in the GR once Yamcha had left. She had gotten nowhere with the guy!
Stripping out of her outfit, she took herself a quick shower before changing into a large shirt as pajamas. She was ready to go to bed, she wanted to start fresh with a new day. Turning off her light, she crawled under her blankets. Staring up at her ceiling, she contemplated everything she had gone through.
She re-evaluated her feelings for Vegeta, reminding herself how she felt for the guy. She wanted him so bad at this point, she found her body aching for him. She bit her lip, wondering what she could do. She wasn't sure how much longer she could last feeling this way. Maybe he didn't understand how she was feeling? Maybe she had to show him?
She found herself sitting up in her bed. Looking towards her door, she wondered how much courage she really had. Standing up, her bare feet walked across the floor towards the door. Stopping at the door handle, she held her breath. Two things could happen. She could either get what she wanted or Vegeta would get his feeling across. She was scared of the second option. She wasn't sure she would be able to get rejected by him.
Walking out of her room, she was met with silence. Her parents had to have gone to bed by this time. Looking to the side, her brows rose when seeing Vegeta's door closed, light illuminating from the cracks. He wasn't training! She actually had a chance! Walking up to the door, she found herself feeling nervous all over again. Should she knock? Or should she just make herself into the room?
She turned the handle, throwing her nervousness to the wind. Opening the door, she peered inside. Vegeta was in here alright. He was sitting on his bed, his back turned to her. Her breathing caught in her throat when she noticed he was still in his training shorts. "Vegeta?" She called out, breaking the silence in the room.
He had ignored her, she bit at her lip. Stepping into the room, she closed the door behind her. Walking forward, she was hesitant. She was in the lion's den at this point. Anything could happen to her, she was basically asking for it. She hadn't really been in his room much, the environment was new to her.
"Leave," He finally said, not moving from his position.
She didn't plan on it. Walking towards him, she didn't stop until she was standing in front of him. She noticed he looked agitated, his eyes closed tight. She wanted to reach out and see what was bothering him so much. Had Yamcha left that much of an effect on him?
"Vegeta..." His name came out of her mouth softly. She was actually worried about him. Reaching forward, she was surprised when he didn't pull away. Her hand gently touched his cheek, her palm cupping his face. His skin was hot, warming her cool hand.
"Why are you here?" He asked her, his eyes finally looking into hers.
She noticed just how black his eyes were up this close. They seemed cold and distant unlike her own. Her hand fell from his face, she shrugged her shoulders. "Because I want to be." She wanted to be with him.
Vegeta scoffed at her answer, his eyes narrowing on her. "I don't want you in here." He had trouble keeping eye contact with her. His eyes wanted to lower to look at her bare legs showing through the t-shirt. Had she done this to him just to torture him?
A smile came to her lips, "Too bad I guess. I don't plan on leaving." Kneeling down, she looked up at him. Her smile grew as he showed no resistance to her being there. She knew he would have no trouble kicking her out if he really didn't want her inside. Her eyes lowered from his, she got a good look at him.
She immediately noticed how many scars were on his chest. Most likely earned from heavily fought battles. Reaching forward, her fingers trailed down a large slash against his chest. He must have been incredibly strong to survive a wound like this. "Do they hurt?" She asked him softly.
He looked down at her fingers, "No." He told her instantly, not even thinking about it. Feeling her fingers run down his chest was making him want to shudder, he'd admit. His shoulders sunk slightly as he reminded himself that she was in his room. She wasn't with that damn weakling. They weren't doing things that made him want to rip the other males throat out. She was here, only inches from him.
Her hand lifted, this time running down his hair. "You're angry."
He inhaled deeply, her fingers feeling amazing. He couldn't believe he was actually letting her do this to him! But she was wrong. He wasn't angry. He was beyond frustration. Seeing that other male had set him off his edge. Knowing that she was going to be alone with him made him want to grab her and run. He hated it but it was jealousy. The thought of her picking a weakling over him made him see red.
But she was here. She was so close to him, he could refuse to let her leave if he wanted.
Eyes cracking open, he wondered if he was thinking straight. He wasn't supposed to be enjoying this! He was supposed to be avoiding this exact thing! She was still as much of a distraction as she was since day one. He didn't isolate himself again yet here he was, craving her touch.
Her scent was just her own, relaxing him. This was all wrong yet here he was, not wanting this to stop. "I am." He finally said through a sigh. He was angry that he cared. Lifting his hands, he touched her thighs. Her skin was cold compared to his, the bareness lacking anything to provide any heat.
He noticed her breathing stopped as he enjoyed the silkiness of her skin. He knew he should have kicked her out yet here she was, open and inviting. She truly was a vixen. His hands travelled upwards, a grunt of approval when he realized she wasn't wearing any shorts. His fingers trailed across the unnecessary lace.
Bulma bit her lip, her grip on his hair tightening slightly. How could someone with such roughness touch her so gently? Letting a shaky breath out, she tugged his face up to look at her. "I tried to look nice for you." She found herself biting back a moan when feeling his fingers slip under the lace.
He stared up at her, remembering the outfit she was wearing before this. "You were trying to tease me." He told her, not wanting to confess that his eyes had been on her every chance he got.
She smiled at him, "Maybe..." Her hands slid downwards, her hands cupping his face. "Did it work?" Feeling her panties disappear, she found herself sitting on his lap. She was amazed by how much he was allowing her to do.
"Of course not," He lied to her. His hands continued to trail upwards, feeling each goosebump that rose on her sink. His hands stopped when feeling her breasts exposed to him. She wasn't wearing one of those damn useless contraptions! He realized that she came into his room for something other than talking. He found himself smirking at her, he should at least give her what she wanted right?
She felt shivers run through her and up her back when she felt her nipples harden under his touch. She wanted him more than anything at this point. She could feel his excitement below her, she was proud she could even make the prince feel this way. She leaned into his touch, her hands pulling him forward.
She pressed her lips to his, moaning against him. His touch alone was enough to send her to the moon! Her hands fell from his face in order for her arms to wrap around his neck. She wanted to seep all of his infinite warmth into her. She wanted him so bad inside her, this was torturing her even more as each second passed.
Vegeta stood up easily, his arms hooking under her thighs. He allowed her sweet tongue to roam his mouth, her attempt to take over was cute. He could smell how much she wanted him right now. He had decided it then. He wanted this woman more than anything at the moment.
He wanted to mark her and claim her, he didn't want to worry about someone trying to steal her from him. He deserved the best and she was right here, moaning his name. He didn't want to risk letting her go. She was his.
Her back pressed up against the cool wall, her back arching against it. Groaning lowly, she was too preoccupied to notice the other ditching his training shorts. She clung to him, knowing well that he wouldn't dare drop her. This was a new position for her, she had never been pressed up against the wall like this.
His tongue had suddenly taken over hers, wrapping around her. Moaning lowly, she finally had to break away in order to catch her breath. Vegeta hadn't given her long however, immediately pulling her into another one.
Feeling something prod her, she groaned when he slid into her. At this angle, she was sure she was filled.
She had nothing to hold onto but Vegeta as he began moving in her. Her hands dug into his shoulders, her breathing became haggard. She didn't know what made him so special but it was hard to last when he was pressing into like he was. Breaking from their kiss, her pants passed her swollen lips. "Oh..."
He listened to her, her sounds encouraging him to continue. Her body was already forming a layer of sweat. He couldn't help but smirk at the large grin on her face. Leaning down, he nipped at her neck. Licking and sucking at her flesh, he immediately tasted the old wound he had made. It was a reminder that he had taken this woman once before.
The wound had looked so nice against her pale skin. It reminded him that this crazy woman chose someone like him.
Bulma gasped when feeling him bite her, her instant response was to yank his hair. This only earned herself a groan from the other. Feeling him suck against her skin, she felt her legs trembling in his hands. Her toes curled tightly as her head shot back. His name spilled from her lips as she tightened around him, milking out her orgasim.
Before she realized what was happening, she felt her back hit the surface of his bed. The bed creaked in protest when Vegeta added his weight, his body hovering over her. She swallowed heavily when seeing his expression. He looked like he wanted to actually eat her! Before she could even ask, his mouth was on hers once more.
Her shirt was pulled off of her, leaving the cool air to nip at her skin. Feeling him slide into her once more, she was only left with wanting more. She had never imagined he would want to go another round! She was definitely going to be sore in the morning.
They continued this pace on repeat, she had found herself on her back, on her stomach and even on his lap. His stamina had seemed infinite before they finally finished. She had never experienced sex like this. If she got the chance to do this a few times a week, she wouldn't complain!
Finally she was laying on his bed, her arm draped over his chest. She found herself soaking in his heat once more. Her eyes were having a hard time staying open as all of her energy went into what had just gone down. "You still angry?" She asked him with a tired smile.
He looked at her, her appearance almost glowing. It took him a moment to look away from her. "No."
She snuggled close to him, "Good."
He watched her silently before frowning, "When do you plan on returning to your bed?"
Her eyes slid closed, her shoulders lazily rising. "Later..." She told him in a mumble.
He watched in astonishment as she actually fell asleep on him! Sighing through his nose, he turned his light off. Laying next to her, he stared up at the ceiling. Hearing her snore, he internally groaned. What was wrong with this woman? Not only had she given all of her to him, she trusted him enough to actually rest. Did she forget who he was? What he did?
Had he gone soft? How was he supposed to ignore her when she was practically naked in front of him? She must have known one of his weaknesses or something of the sort. He had told himself that he wouldn't make a repeat of this mistake. Yet here he was, laying next to her with her naked figure clinging to him.
He knew he wouldn't be able to deny it anymore and the thought terrified him. Bulma was his weakness. If someone decided they wanted to hurt him, Bulma would be their first route to causing him pain. This was ridiculous! Despite how often he trained, he knew there was still someone out there stronger than him. If for whatever reason he needed to protect this annoying woman, he wasn't sure how much he could do.
He had tried isolating himself, ignoring her and flat out insulting her. Yet she always found her way back to him. Groaning, he hoped the dark ceiling could give him some kind of answer. Not much surprised, he was left wondering.
He just needed to become a Super Saiyan. Then he would be able to protect her. He'd be able to defeat the androids and everything would be fine.
A part of him was left concerned. Bulma was definitely a distraction, no doubt about it. The chance was small, but what if she was the one person holding him back? There would be only one way to find out.