Chapter 5: The Ride

*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/or superstition) REVIEW!

Quick Dedicate. My BFF Ren is sick today and she's freaking out 'cuz it means missing 2 days in a row of clinical (she's in her last year of nursing school). I finished this right as we were talking and well yeah, I thought it would be nice to cheer her up a bit by saying hi on here. Everybody say "Hi Lauren!" Now everybody say "Bye Lauren."

I need to slow down. I'm making so many mistakes! ACK! I somehow replaced chapter three with chapter 4 on here (thank god it was an easy fix) and then I deleted everything I wrote for chapter 5! I cried. No seriously, I called my husband in tears begging him to find it. He couldn't so I spent the next hour furiously writing down notes of everything I could remember. (child, hubby, cats, laundry- all who came near me during this time was ignore and growled at in a manner that would have made Vegeta proud) All the similes, the metaphors, THE POWERFUL GRIPPING THIGHS oh no wait that was last chapter.

Speaking of which, Damona stated she would support me in anything I write because I stuck Vegeta on a crotch rocket. So if I put him in a banana suit and have him sing Peanut Butter Jelly time, y'all can blame her!

But don't worry. If I do that I'll make up for it with a steamy scene ON the bike (sans banana suit).

Or maybe I just do that anyway…

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Chance

Chapter 5: The Ride

Vegeta laid in bed staring up at the ceiling. A streak of light shone through the crack between the two black out curtains, piercing the gray haze of light on the ceiling. Dust floating through the air turned into gold fleck in the stream of light before disappearing once again into the darkness. The alarm clock stains the night stand red with its light, the minutes rolling over until it read 4:48. In the corner of the room, a hamper was overflowing with dirty laundry, spilled out in front of an open closet filled with t-shirts, work shirts and a leather jacket. But Vegeta doesn't see any of this.

All he can see is her face.

In the 3 days since the carnival, Vegeta's night and day had been overrun by the memories. She haunted his every dream, turning them into wet dreams that make him wake up cover in sweat and semen, groaning in frustration. Even his day dreams had become wet dreams, ruining every pair of sheets until the only pair he had left was the one on his bed. It didn't help that everything reminded him of her. When he got his coffee in the morning, the sugar he poured in reminded him of how her fingers tasted after eating the candy. When he passed the flower shop on his way to the grocery story he could smell the intoxication scent of her hair. When he was at work, reaching in to the tool box, a light would shine off of a tool and it would remind him of the flashing lights at the end of the alley at the carnival. And he would remember her body pressed up against his, begging for more with her lips. Coworkers had laughed, sighting him moaning with his eyes closed while holding wrench.

All he could think of is her.

Vegeta rolled over, placing his feet on the floor. He shook his head, and tried to clear the thoughts away. "I gotta get out," he said, striding to his closet to grab his favorite leather jacket. Shoving his feet into boots, Vegeta grabbed his keys and quickly left his tiny apartment. He walked past the peeling paint on the walls and ignored the stains beneath his feet as he jogged down the stairs. Letting himself out, Vegeta kept up the jog through the parking lot to the shed in the back. Using a small key, he unlocked the padlock and threw open the doors. It cost him a pretty penny, but paying for the shed was worth it. Vegeta grabbed the tarp covering his Ninja 650. The black bike absorbed the shadows, allowing the maroon highlights to shine, making it seem sinister. "Just like I am," Vegeta thought.

He threw his leg over the bike and started the ignition, reveling in the purr of the engine. He walked the bike forward, shutting and locking the gate as he passed it, and with a squeal of the tires, he shot out of the parking lot.

oOo

Vegeta banked left, his knee narrowly missing the ground, and then righted himself. 45 minutes he had driven around this blasted city and yet every time he let his thoughts strayed, they turned to the blue haired girl. And that night.

Vegeta handed over his last ticket to the ride operator. With a sigh, he lowered himself into the grimy seat and let the man close the bar around him. The lights of the carnival flickered around him, mingling with the screams of people on rides or parents yelling after their kids. The smell in the air was of burnt sugar and hot grease. To the left of him a soft voice pleaded, her words indistinguishable in the noise of the carnival. He felt like an idiot. A grown man riding a Ferris wheel by his self. Alone at the carnival, all at the behest of his new employer. He had even given him some free tickets to make sure he would go.

Vegeta sighed and wished the ride would just go. Without warning, Vegeta's body was battered by a lot of blue as a body dived into the seat next to him. With a frantic look out into the crowd, the head dove down and into his ribs. Vegeta grunted silently as he looked down to see why his person was being assaulted. Still a lot of blue, but he could see now it was a girl with silky aqua locks and some sort of blue and white dress. Agitated that a random person would just hop on the ride with him (completely forgetting he was just complaining about riding alone), Vegeta cleared his throat to get her attention.

Her eyes.

It was the first thing Vegeta saw when she looked up. Her large blue eyes. 'No', Vegeta thought, 'not blue.' It was more than blue. Blue was such an inaccurate description of the depth and variation of colors in her eyes. Azure, cobalt, navy, sapphire, indigo, cerulean- these were the colors of her eyes and more. Names for blue that Vegeta couldn't even think of, colors Vegeta was sure didn't exist anywhere else but her eyes.

Vegeta tried to swallow, a lump forming in his throat. He cleared it again, trying to speak, say anything, just as long as her eyes stayed on him.

The girl sat up quickly, scooting over to her side of the seat. ""I- I- I'm s- s- sorry," she stuttered, a soft blush spreading across her cheeks. Vegeta wanted to press his lips against the pink to see if it was as warm as he imagined.

'WOAH!' Vegeta cried out in his head. 'Chill the fuck out! What has gotten in to you?' Vegeta shook his head softly then turned in his seat, leaning back against the side of the car. He stretched his arm along the back of the seat, his fingers just barely brushing against her white top. "Who are you hiding from?"

"Nobody," the girl said, twisting her hands in her lap.

"You were hiding from 'nobody'?" Vegeta asked with a chuckle.

"What? Oh no!" the girl laugh nervously. She looked at Vegeta with those eyes. "I meant, he's nobody. Just a guy I was supposed to be showing around that I needed to get away from."

"Ahh. I see. Needed to huh?" Vegeta asked. 'Damn, boyfriend.'

The girl looked back down at her hands. "Yes, needed to," she said softly.

Vegeta ran out of things to say so they two just stayed quiet. Several times he tried to think of something, anything to say. But he couldn't and apparently she didn't want to talk either so the silence grew longer and more awkward. Suddenly, ride jerked to a stop, throwing Vegeta against the front rail. "What the hell?" Vegeta growled, leaning over the side trying to see what was going on at the bottom. The ride jerked again, nearly making Vegeta fall out this time. He turned back around to make sure the girl was ok only to find her soaked from a soda dropped from the seat above them. The kids above them started shouting down apologies and Vegeta glared and waved a hand at him, dismissing him from his mind. He turned his attention back to the girl.

She had removed her wet top exposing what seemed like miles and miles of cream. The outfit she was wearing was some sort of one strapped dress that tied around her neck leaving her back completely bare and cut low in the front. She practically spilled out the front when she bent over to place her soiled sweater on the ground. Vegeta's mouth went dry. "Are you ok?" he asked hoarsely.

The girl had just opened her red full-lipped mouth to reply when the wheel jolted again, nearly throwing her out the front. In panic, Vegeta grabbed her arm and yanked her against his chest, his heart pounding. He squeezed her even tighter as the wheel twitched again. After they had stopped swinging, the girl tilted her face up at him giving him a radiant smile before shivering. "Bumpy. Hope everything is alright," she said with another shiver as the wind blew by them. To Vegeta's enormous regret, she scooted back over to her side before gracing him with another bright smile. "I'm Bulma," she said, sticking her hand out.

"Vegeta," he replied, taking her hand. It was soft and warm. He pulled his hand back quickly.

"It's nice to meet you. Thank you for grabbing me, Vegeta."

His name on her lips. Vegeta wanted to hear it again and again. "Nice to meet you too. And no problem." Vegeta leaned back against the side of the car again, leaving his arms crossed this time. 'Get a hold of yourself Vegeta. You're acting like a moron. You're mooning over this girl who is probably underage, has a boyfriend, and a complete stranger,' Vegeta thought to himself. He watched as she shivered again making her rub her arms. 'I wonder if the rest of her skin is as soft as her hand.'

The ride twitched and started for a second before shuddering to a stop leaving their car at the top. The car swung violently, causing Vegeta to grab Bulma as she was once again thrown around. Only this time, he wrapped his arms completely around her, determined not to let her go this time. All previous thoughts swept away with the wind that blew over them. After a few minutes, Bulma tried pulling away but Vegeta held on tight, desperate for a reason to keep her there. A large gust of wind blew again, the coldest one yet. Bulma shivered yet again. "It's cold. Who knows how long we'll be up here. Might as well stay warm," Vegeta said. When Bulma didn't pull away again Vegeta smirked with satisfaction. Giving in to his thirst for knowledge of how her skin felt, Vegeta rubbed her arm with the pretense of warming it. It was even softer then he imagined.

A loud honk tore Vegeta out of his memories. Vegeta swore as he swerved, just narrowly missing a car. The driver honked again and leaned out the window cursing Vegeta. "Yeah? And your mother!" he yelled back. He passed a kid on the sidewalk holding a bag of cotton candy.

Vegeta turned back from tossing the sticky piece of card board in the trash can to find Bulma holding the last piece of candy out for him like an offering. His mind whirled while his body froze. Those eyes, brighter than ever stared back into his. Bold, offering more than just the candy. But there was fear too. Like a puppy who had been beaten but still hoped he would be petted. Slowly, trying to not frighten her, he took the candy from her hand with his mouth. The sugar dissolved on his tongue, making him want more. As she started to bring her hand back down, Vegeta snatched her wrist. Looking down at her fingers, he saw bits of the spun candy on the tips of her fingers. His mind was still going in a hundred different directios but the one thought that was the loudest was 'taste her'. Vegeta placed a sugared finger in his mouth and ran his over it. He expected to taste the sickly sweet taste of the candy, but what he got was a warm mellower taste of her skin. Vegeta looked up at Bulma, her face slack from desire, her succulent red mouth open slightly from soft panting. Vegeta needed more. He quickly switched fingers, swirling his tongue around the tip before taking more of her finger in his mouth. He could feel the pounding of her heart in his mouth, matching the pumping of blood through his body. Bulma gasped softly.

Vegeta snapped out of his reverie. He dropped his hand in shock at what he was just doing. "I'm," Vegeta choked, a lump in his through making him cough. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me."

Bulma's hand wavered in the air for second, uncertainty in her eyes before something else filled them, causing her to step forward, her hand still out like a goddess offering life. Vegeta desperately wanted to take whatever Bulma offered. "Don't apologize," she said looking at him with those eyes that pierced his very soul. "I think there's still some more sugar on there."

Vegeta's mind froze. The goddess was offering him life once again. His arm snapped out, grabbing her waist and slammed her body into his. Flesh met flesh, bared by only a thin layer of clothing. He stared deeply into her blue-but not blue eyes and took the pad of her thumb in between his teeth, nipping it gently. The moan left her lips, reverberating through both their bodies. Vegeta knew he could die this very second and be happy.

A shrill voice tore through their world, calling Bulma's name. Vegeta's mind was still clouded but cleared by the second as Bulma dropped her hand and stepped away from Vegeta. He let her go, trying to get a grip on reality.

Bulma and the woman, 'her mother, I think,' Vegeta thought, argued. By the time they had finished Vegeta thought he had a pretty good grip on his senses. He took in the scene before him. Bulma stood dejected before a petite older woman. He figured her mother was angry at what she just caught Bulma doing with him. Vegeta was just about to place a hand on Bulma's shoulder telling her to go with her mom when Bulma said "No."

"I'm sorry, what did you say to me?" her mother asked, clearly upset that her daughter was talking to her this way.

"No?" Bulma rolled her shoulders back. "No. I'm not ready to go home. When I am, I will find you mother." Bulma declared before spinning around and grabbing Vegeta's hand. He barely had time to process everything before they took off running, a shriek tearing through the noise of the carnival behind them.

Vegeta followed Bulma to an alley in between two school buildings. He turned to Bulma and saw the look of shock on her face. "What?"

"I talked back to my mom. And I ignored her!" Bulma said. "I've never done that before."

Vegeta frowned. "Never?" His forehead furrowed as he thought of something "How old ar-"

"Bulma?!" A guys' voice called out just outside the alleyway. Vegeta was instantly on Bulma, pushing her against the wall into the shadows, trying to hide her dress and body with his own. Her hair still shined brightly in the dim light so he lowered his head using his dark flame haired locks to conceal her. Vegeta abruptly became aware of how close their bodies and heads were. Bulma stared at his chest, oblivious to the tension thrumming through Vegeta's body. Again, Bulma's name was called. They waited several minutes but they heard nothing. Bulma let out a sigh of relief and turned those miraculous blue eyes to his face. It was Vegeta's undoing.

Vegeta pressed his lips against her, marveling in the softness of them. He could feel her tense up for a mere second before melting into the kiss, innocently pressing her lips back against his. Her fingers rested against his chest and he was sure she could feel his heart attempting to leave his chest. The kiss, THE kiss! Every muscle, tendon nerve and fiber of his being longed to sweep this innocent goddess into his arms and destroy that purity forever. He wanted to be the dark things mothers warned their little girls about at night and claim Bulma as his. HIS! She was his and he would take her. Vegeta swallowed a groan. Slow. He had to slow down. As sweet as her lips were, they clearly were new to this. Tilting his head so he could access her mouth better without bruising it, he slowly drew her bottom lip into his mouth. Soft and plump, Vegeta couldn't resist licking it. Sugar from the candy brought back the feelings from earlier.

He needed to stop. He was losing control of some girl, and he had no idea how old she even was. This wasn't him. Vegeta was all about control. Then, Bulma pressed her tongue back against Vegeta's feeding the fire within his belly. He was lost. She may have been new to this but she was learning quickly. A moan escaped her mouth, giving Vegeta more access to the treasures she offered. Vegeta grinned as Bulma shivered. She was as hungry as he was. She grabbed his shirt, her nails scrapping his chest, each scratch was a line of heat down to his groin. His fingers scraped the brick wall as he gripped her little body against his firm one, hands tangling with satin, silk and fabric. Little mews of pleasure left Bulma's mouth and he swallowed every one, his need growing with each. He was rock hard and it made him groan. He pressed his thigh between her legs, forcing them to spread around them, the heat radiating from her center acting like a balm against his fiery skin. It soothed the images of Vegeta ravaging her, until she began mewing again, the sound so like a frighten animal who knew it had been caught by the predator. And yet it wanted to be devoured. A scream from the carnival shattered his fantasies. Vegeta moaned in pain and ripped himself away from Bulma's lips. He pressed his hot forehead against the brick wall behind her letting the coolness lower the fever raging within. He turned his face towards her hair in inhaled deeply. Sweet sweat, a fresh floral scent and something else he's smelled before but couldn't remember filled his senses. That scent would be locked in his head forever."Ah little one. How can something so small that I have never met before make me lose this much control?" Vegeta whispered. With one last smell of her scent, Vegeta pushed himself away with a strangle cry. He pressed he body against the cold wall trying to anchor his body and clear the fervent clouds from his mind. "You ought to go home.

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 trying to remove the image of her face before him. "Pure little things like you should stay away from me. I seem to dirty everything around me," he said with a harsh whisper.

Bulma was quiet. "Being a little dirty isn't so bad, is it?" Bulma asked slowly looking up. Vegeta met her eyes saying nothing. She took a step forward and Vegeta tensed up. "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 took all of his will not to close the space. "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." He wished it did. Oh how he wished it did. He wished that he could dive into that goodness and darken her just a bit, just enough that his darkness was only a shadow in her light instead of a dark pit. But she didn't know what she was asking for.

Bulma looked down. "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 before he could do any more. "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 the paper into his pocket and walked away, the smirk still present on his face.

Vegeta let the memories fade before he had yet another wet dream and soiled himself. He focused on the street in front of him for a minute before letting his mind wander in a different direction. "I barely know the girl! How can she have this much of an effect on me?" Vegeta thought as he turned down a street. "I spent an hour with the girl! Granted, in that hour we did more than most people do on two dates but still. A girl I have known for an hour and will probably never see again who has a lunatic mother and boyfriend and is Kami knows how old. That's who I can't stop thinking about. Holy Fucking Kami Vegeta, are you so desperate that that looks good to you? No, I just haven't gotten any in a while. I don't want to deal with that mess, no matter how amazing she is. And that's why I haven't called her. Because no girl is worth a crazy mother AND boyfriend. I mean, if we were really meant to meet, we would have found each other already!"

Vegeta paused at a stop light glancing over to his left as he waited for the light to change. And froze.

She was right there.

"Well I'll be damned," Vegeta murmured. With a rev of his engine, Vegeta ran the red light cutting into traffic and made an illegal u turn. He pulled up behind her, making sure to stay back a couple of feet, pulled off his helmet and dialed her number.

Vegeta watched her answer her phone, "Hello?" Vegeta closed his eyes. The voice. It strummed something deep in him like an instrument.

"Hey," Vegeta replied, his voice coming out deeper then normal. Vegeta made a face. Was he going through a second puberty? This couldn't be normal.

"Hi. Vegeta." Bulma said. He decided. He would pay her everything he had, do anything she wanted for the rest of his life. As long she said his name like that once a day. "What's up?"

"Nothing. Just out driving around when fate decided to take an interest in our lives. So I called you to see if you wanted to go for a ride."

"Fate took an interest?" Bulma asked. "How so? And a ride where? When?"

"Now," Vegeta said with a throaty chuckle. Vegeta revved his engine to get her attention, smirking when she spun around, her eyes wide.

Vegeta squeezed his legs around his bike as Bulma walked over to him. She had a look on her face Vegeta had only ever seen on a woman's face after they had finish screaming his name. The image of Bulma screaming his name popped into his head. Vegeta blinked hard. Bulma gingerly touched the handlebars and light out a sigh of longing. "A four-stroke, liquid-cooled, DOHC, four-valve, parallel twin engine with a 6 speed transmission, 649cc displacement system, 10.8:1 compression ratio and digital fuel injection with two 38mm Keihin throttle bodies," Bulma said, her eyes glossing over and a smile on her lips. Vegeta blinked in surprise now. He was astonished she knew so much about the bike. "0-60 in 3.1 seconds, all that and more, it's a girls wet dream come true. The sound the engine makes alone is enough to make a girl-" Bulma looked up at Vegeta mid-sentence, blushed then looked away.

Vegeta smirked at Bulma's embarrassment. 'So, bikes make her hot,' Vegeta thought. 'Good to know.' He leaned forward, grabbed her around her waist and pulled her against his body and the machine. "Enough to make a girl what, little one?" he whispered, begging her with his eyes to say it.

Bulma slowly looked up into Vegeta's eyes, her face bright red. "Cum," she said in a clear but soft voice. Desire laced her voice, clouding her eyes dying her lips so she had to run her tongue along the seam. Vegeta eyes flickered to the tongue, pushing the thoughts that followed. Vegeta squeezed the helmet in his hand trying to gain control again and stared into her eyes. Vegeta smirked again and let go of Bulma.

"Here, put this on," he said starting the engine. He watched her put it on and swing one leg over the seat behind him, gripping it, his back and his thighs with her own. "Hang on tight little one. I wouldn't want you to fall off," Vegeta called, enjoying the feeling of her pressed against him.

Bulma leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his waist, her legs pressing against his and her chest pressed into the muscles of his back. Vegeta leaned forward for the handles, forcing Bulma to press her chest even harder against his back. With a glance behind him, Vegeta pulled out on to the road.

Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooe eeeeeeeeeeee! That was fun to write! I know it seemed like it was a lot of "copypasta" from chapter 2 but it wasn't really. It Vegeta's point of view was so different, darker and very much more sexual. I thought it was important do it because Bulma is obviously very passionate but untried in the ways of love. While Vegeta has dark desires and is a bit jaded. Hence, the name of the title, chance. They meet by chance and everything changes. :) ok, enough ramblings, on to chapter 6 the conclusion to this little part here. Then on to the 7th chapter which will be the hardest part by far.

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