Chapter 4: Hot and Cold

Bulma stirred slightly in her large, plush bed, feeling the beginnings of waking up. She groaned softly and pulled the covers over her head to feign off the sunlight seeping through her curtains and falling directly in her eyes. She heard a few birds chip outside her window moments later and threw the covers off her head, getting up and heading to the bathroom, deciding to just get up anyways.

After her morning routine, Bulma padded softly downstairs in her pajamas to the kitchen, planning on making herself a lovely hot cup of coffee. Upon entering though, she froze, completely unprepared for the picture she saw.

There in front of the stove was Vegeta.

Cooking!

"Oh my... Vegeta?"

"Shh woman. Don't speak and just sit down." he demanded quietly.

Bulma did as he said, still in a state of shock. She glanced at Vegeta's face and noticed heavy bags under his eyes. She frowned and knit her eyebrows together.

"Have you gotten any sleep Vegeta?" she asked softly.

"No." he simply stated.

Vegeta then turned around and walked over to the kitchen table, setting a plate of food in front of her. Bulma stifled a giggle at Vegeta's culinary skills, but she didn't want to insult him and discourage him from ever cooking again. So she made no sound other than an uttered 'thank you', which he nodded in reply.

They ate silently. Bulma had caught Vegeta staring at her intently a few times, but every time her eyes met his, he'd shy away and look down, a slight frown on his face. He'd finished first and took his plate to the sink. Which again cause Bulma to freeze and just stare at him.

Vegeta turned around and scowled at her imploring face and in frustration grabbed her plate, whether she was finished or not, and placed in non too gently in the sink. Bulma was about to protest but decided against it, since she was actually done eatting.

"Thanks," she said.

Just then, Vegeta took two strides towards her and Bulma suddenly found herself in his arms and his lips fused to hers.

He kissed her quickly and roughly, his arms guiding her arms around his neck and then he suddenly lifted her kness and brought her legs around his waist. He bound his arms around her firmly and then began to head towards her bedroom.

Bulma parted from his lips after he layed her on the bed, his body on top of hers, her legs bound around his waist still, and gasped for air.

"Vegeta! Are you alright?" Normally she wouldn't question his passion, but it was just so sudden and unexpected.

He didn't answer but just kissed her again. He didn't sleep at all last night, he kept thinking of the hurt look on her face, and he couldn't train either. He needed to focus on something. So he figured it was close to his breakfast time and kept himself busy trying to cook. Then the woman had to wake up and come downstairs, disturbing him and distracting him with her presence. Something he never admitted until now was that he thought she was the most beautiful in the morning. Before she piled her face with that stuff she calls make-up. She didn't need it anyhow.

And she was just being so polite and nice. He didn't deserve it. Not after yesterday. He just couldn't keep his hands off of her anymore. He wanted her. He needed to have her.

Vegeta quickly began undressing himself. He wasn't wearing a shirt and so just ripped off his boxer shorts and then returned to Bulma and began undressing her. He tore her nightgown in two and received an 'eep' from Bulma.

"Vegeta! That's the third one you've torn! Next time you do that, I swear, you're buying me a new one!"

He smirked but said nothing in reply, instead he gently cupped her naked breasts in his hands. Bulma let out a soft sigh as Vegeta teased her and began trailing kisses along her neck and collarbone.

Vegeta wasn't in the mood for foreplay, he just wanted her now. He needed to be inside her before he lost his mind. He moved his hands from playing with her chest to bring her knees up higher, allowing for deeper penetration as he started to slide his memeber into her slowly in one fluid movement.

Bulma moaned loudly as she felt him enter her and almost immediately begin thrusting quickly in and out of her. The angle of their bodies and the deep thrusts Vegeta made allowed for him to hit her sensitive spot everytime her thrust into her, building the burning sensation deep in her belly.

They hadn't been intimate for almost a couple of weeks and it was really taking it's toll on them. Vegeta was about to burst any second now.

They had created a fast pace and Bulma met Vegeta thrust for thrust. She felt him close to cumming and decided to rotate her hips around, and hearing him moan at the action and move faster and harder, she did it again, causing the same reaction. She was nearly screaming something primal at the speed and depth of Vegeta pounding into her until she felt herself swept in a burning fire as she came hard and rode out her orgasm. She clenched her inner muscals and Vegeta lost control, spilling himself inside of her.

Both were panting heavily and Vegeta moved to lay and catch his breath beside Bulma. Bulma turned to face him and layed her head on his chest, wrapping an arm around his waist.

He let himself enjoy the moment and the feeling of being held by his beauty for a second, but then he came to his senses and Vegeta's all-too-familiar scowl crossed his face. He pushed Bulma away from him and got up from the bed, putting on what was left of his boxers and started heading towards the door.

"Vegeta, where're you going? What's wrong?" Bulma asked before he walked out the door.

"I'm tired, I want to go to bed."

"Well, you can stay-"

"No."

"Fine. Nevermind, I didn't want you to stay with me anyways you jerk!" she exclaimed, angry at his sudden mood change.

Vegeta didn't even bother replying and walked away, disappearing from her view, leaving Bulma to think of what just happened. She was going to rethink her plans for leaving after this mornings display from Vegeta, but then he had to go ruin the moment with his attitude. She was once again fooled into hoping that maybe for once Vegeta cared about her, maybe even loved her. But she now knew, he was never going to change.