Chapter 3: The Kiss
*AN: Ok guys, gals and those who have yet to make up their mind, another chapter. So I'm hoping that if you like it you'll encourage me to continue and update. And like most writers, I'm a desperate needy person so please for that love of (insert deity and and/or superstition) REVIEW!
So, that last one was a long one huh? Yeah but you deserved it after being so patient and waiting out my 6 months of writers block. So here we go! Chapter three!
Ok real quick, (I wrote this after already finishing this chapter and reading the reviews again), all of you have mentioned the cliffhangers. Yes, I am an evil evil author who enjoys writing cliff hangers. But for good reasons. One, your reviews. They kill me! I smile EVERY time I read them and laugh evilly to myself. It makes me feel good that I sucked you into the story that much that you are ready to sharpen your pitchforks and tar up some new torches just because I left you hanging in the middle of a good part. Evil, I know. BUT, the second reason is that the reviews and the cliffhangers make me have to finish that little part! So that means more writing, JUST FOR YOU. So evil, but the good kind… Like Vegeta!
*Edited on 6/26/15 better fluidity and stuff lol
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Chance
Chapter 3
Bulma jerked her hand away from Vegeta's mouth paling . "Mom?" she whispered. Vegeta slowly dropped his hands from Bulma's waist, allowing Bulma to take a small step in front of him.
"Have you gone crazy?! What are you doing here, alone, with some strange man? What if people had seen you? What would they have said about you? About me!? And you left poor Yamcha stranded, desperately looking all over for you, worried sick that you had been taken. You behaved horribly tonight!" Mrs. Briefs high pitch voice grated on Vegeta's ears.
"Mom, I didn't, I mean, I wasn't trying to…. I just wanted-" Bulma tried to explain, but her mother cut her off.
"Again, about what you want. This isn't about what you meant to do or not do. I am a board member for this school. What would happen to my reputation if they found out I couldn't raise a daughter to behave or to avoid scandal?" Bulma opened her mouth. "No," Mrs. Briefs said, cutting Bulma off with a raise of her hand. "I don't want to hear any more excuses. You are to come with me right now. Yamcha has graciously agreed to take you home on the account that you are sick with a migraine and that is why you disappeared, to get away from the noise of the crowd. Now, come here."
Vegeta held his breath as Bulma started at her mother, her shoulders slumped forward in defeat. He didn't know what to do. The seconds ticked by each growing more awkward. Vegeta was about to place a hand on Bulma's shoulder to get her attention when she did something unexpected.
"No."
Mrs. Brief's eyes narrowed. "I'm sorry, what did you say to me?"
"No?" Bulma said, wonder in her voice. She looked up, roller her shoulders back and said "No. I'm not ready to go home. When I am, I will find you mother." And with that declaration, Bulma spun around, grabbed Vegeta's hand and took off running into the croud.
"Bulma!" Mrs. Briefs shrieked. With a quick glance around, she took off towards where the couple had headed.
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Bulma's feet felt as light as her heart as she pulled Vegeta away from the crowd and into an alley just behind the booths. She couldn't believe she had spoken to her mother like that! She leaned against the alley wall with a look of disbelif on her face.
"What?" Vegeta asked.
"I talked back to my mom. And I ignored her!" Bulma said, disbelief changing to astonishment. "I've never done that before…"
Vegeta frowned. "Never? How old ar-"
"Bulma?" Yamcha's voice called out just outside the alley. Vegeta was instantly in front of Bulma pushing her against the wall, using his body and dark clothing to cover Bulma's bight dress. He lowered his head trying to cover her blue hair from anyone who might look down the alley. Bulma's name was called out again, causing Vegeta and Bulma to freeze. They didn't even dare to breathe as they stared at nothing their ears straining for any sign they had been found. Minutes passed before they relaxed. Bulma let out a long sigh and turned her face to Vegeta, his face a hairsbreadth away from her own.
Bulma didn't even get a chance to process before Vegeta pressed his lips against hers.
The world disappeared. The only thing she could feel was Vegeta's body pressed against hers and his lips. The only thing she could hear was her heart pounding in her ears. Letting her eyes flutter close, Bulma pressd her lips back against Vegeta's. Her hands left the wall and she gently laid the pads of her fingertips against the soft cotton of his shirt.
Vegeta bit back a groan, forcing himself to take things slow. Every part of him wanted to devour every sweet inch of Bulma's body. But he knew she was relatively innocent and he didn't want to scare her. Gently, Vegeta deepened the kiss, tilting his head to get a better angle, drawing just the tiniest bit of her bottom lip in between his own. Light as a feather, Vegeta licked the bottom of her lip, tasting sugar from the candy. Vegeta bit back another groan as the temptation to consume all of Bulma washed over him again. He was just about to pull back when he felt the tip of Bulma's tongue flick against the top of his lip. Bulma flicked her tongue again, this time longer, licking both the top and bottom of his lips. Vegeta responded by drawing more of the bottom of her lip into his mouth, nibbling gently on the plump sweetness. A moan escaped from between Bulma's lips, opening them slightly. Vegeta took advantage of this and darted his tongue against hers. He grinned as Bulma shivered from pleasure. Diving into her mouth again, Vegeta's tongue sought Bulma's, relishing the feeling of her pressing back against him. Hunger washed over the both of them, the pleasure they felt fueling the flames of their desire. Bulma moaned again and pressed her hands harder against Vegeta's chest, melting into him. Her fingers curled around the soft cotton, gripping the fabric tightly, anchoring her to the world of passion that was consuming them. Vegeta threw himself into the fire. Gripping her waist, he pressed his body even harder against hers, his left hand reaching up to tangle in her hair. His hand intertwined with the silk of her hair and the satin of the ribbon. The sensations were too much for him, and a groan escaped his lips. He ravished every corner of her mouth with all the skill he had at his disposal. Little mewing sounds left Bulma's throat with every lick of Vegeta's tongue, with every press of their mouths together, and with every scrape of teeth against her lips. Vegeta wedged his muscular thigh between her legs, her warmth like a balm. Images of Bulma's legs wrapped around his waist, her head thrown back in ecstasy as he plundered her womanhood flooded Vegeta's mind. He could feel himself growing harder with every image, every mew, and every kiss.
A scream from a ride splashed cold reality down Vegeta's spine. With a moan of pain, he ripped himself away from Bulma's lips, pressing his hot forehead against the cool brick behind her ear. "Ah, little one. How can something so small, make me lose this much control?" Vegeta whispered pressing his face against her hair. Her scent, sweet sweat, something floral and something else he recognized but couldn't place filled his nose. With a strangled cry, Vegeta pushed himself away from Bulma and leaned back against the wall on the other. "You ought to go little one."
Bulma opened her eyes and blinked. Her lips were bruised and a pink color flushed her face. She quickly lowered her hands, wrapping them around her own waist. "What? Go home? Why?"
Vegeta rubbed his right hand over his face. "Pure little things like you should stay away from me. I seem to dirty everything around me," he said with a harsh whisper.
Bulma bit her lip and looked down at the ground. "Being a little dirty isn't so bad, is it?" Bulma asked looking up. Vegeta met her eyes and said nothing. Bulma took a step forward. "And, if you're dirty, and I'm so clean, then doesn't that mean that the dirtier I get, the cleaner you get?" Bulma took another step forward, stopping a few inches away from Vegeta. "It would balance things out right?"
Vegeta reached out his right hand, then stopped, curling his finger and thrusting his hands in his pocket. "It doesn't usually work like that little one."
Bulma looked down again thinking. She'd let the comment go for now. "So, does this mean that we'll… I mean…. What if I wanted…" Bulma huffed. "What I'm trying to say is... I don't want to leave. I don't know if I'll ever see you again," Bulma rushed out, her flushed face deepening to a dark red.
Vegeta sighed and pulled his right hand out of his pocket. Gently, he placed it under her chin, raising it so he could look her in the eyes. Leaning forward, he placed a soft kiss on her lips then pushed her away towards the carnival. "Go. If fate wants us to be together, we'll meet again."
Bulma stumbled, catching herself with the wall. She looked back at Vegeta then looked forward towards the lights and sounds of the carnival. Turning on her heel, she ran back to Vegeta and threw her arms around his neck, pressing her lips against his. Vegeta barely had time to respond before she pulled away, slipping something into his right hand. "Just in case," she said with an impish grin. "You know, if fate has other plans or is too busy to worry about our lives. I don't want to leave things just up to chance!" Bulma grinned again and dashed off.
Vegeta watched her go. "Chance is what let us meet little one," Vegeta said softly, looking down at his right hand. In it was a scrap of paper with a telephone number on it. Vegeta smirked and lifted his left hand where Bulma's ribbon was still tangled around his fingers. He shook his head, shoved his hands into his pocket and walked away, the smirk still present on his face.
TADA! No cliff hanger! LOL! it's short but between chapter 2 and three, it evens out :)
Ahh I hoped you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it. I was really trying to get the feelings and pictures I saw in my head out so you could feel it. You know, that knot in your stomach that you got with the first kiss with the guy (or girl) you liked? That's the feeling. I don't know if that came across but I sure did feel it writing it! Ok, on to chapter 4 while the juices are still going!
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