Tears and paint were smeared onto the wall in a beautiful array of pictures. Ever since Turles and Goku had broken the news of what she deemed as their 'betrayal', Bulma had come down to the only place she knew of in the house, the art room. At the moment, she was creating a very dreary scene. It was when she had been in jail, with Brolly. She had to say, without a doubt, those were the best days of her life. They ruled the prison, making guards bend to their will, scaring the other prisoners shitless, smugling items through the system, the list never ended. She felt at home there, welcomed by the harshness of it all. In the real world she felt vulnerable, naked, she was nothing but a lonely girl with nothing to live for.
As hard as she tried, she couldn't stop the constant flow of tears from pouring down her face. She was hurt in the worst way possible and no healing would affect this wound. She hid her face as she heard the door click open, someone's feet tapping lightly against the concrete floor, wiping some paint that had gathered on her hand on the wall beside her. She immediately tensed as two muscular arms wrapped around her waist.
"Woman, what's up your ass?"
Right then she really wanted to hit him. Of course he'd bring his sarcastic, ill-tempered, sexy, luscious, NO. She would not think such thoughts of someone so crude at the moment.
She dropped the supplies in her hand, watching as they clattered to the floor. Still not acknowlegding the man behind her, she stared at her empty, paint covered hands while he continued his monologue.
"You know as well as I do that it was for your best interest. No matter how much you hate them, they did it for you." he sighed as he thought of what to say, "I know you're going to be a bitch about it, but at least look at it from their point of view. Wouldn't you do the same for Kakarott? Of course. He's your brother. You cannot dwell on the past; what's done is done." Vegeta nearly choked as he tried to comfort the girl in his arms. He wasn't good at this shit, not at all. What would he normally say, 'get the fuck over it and move on' but he knew Bulma was in a very vulnerable position so he decided to try to be nice like Bardock had been asking him to for a while.
He felt warm liquid splatter on his arms and sighed.
'This is going to be harder than it looks' he thought as he turned Bulma around in his arms. Her head was still hung and she refused to look at him. He gently lifted her head by the chin, falling into her eyes when they finally met his. They were filled with grief and sorrow, a pale, lifeless blue rather than the raging navy he had witnessed earlier.
He went to speak but was cut off before he could start.
"They were all I had," her voice was barely a whisper, "how could they? We were supposed to be there for each other. I don't understand." More tears escaped her eyes as she squeezed them shut, leaning on Vegeta for support.
"Bulma." he demanded in a not so harsh tone. She jerked her eyes to his as she heard her name escape his mouth, a once in a lifetime moment.
"Stop. You are being childish. Of course you wouldn't understand. It's like a mother spider leaving her babies once they've hatched, it's got to be done. They did all they did for you, no one else, you. No matter how pissed off you decide to be, keep that fact in mind. And stop that infernal wallowing, you're ruining my shirt."
She raised her brows at his comparison. She was sure he would tell her to grow up, but that sure was a shocker. Baby spiders? Be real.
She opened her mouth to object his 'philosiphal' words of encouragement but rather than words spewing from her mouth, a greedy tongue entered intstead.
Vegeta, not wanting to get into this any farther than he already had, took the only affective means of shutting Bulma up. He took advantage of her open mouth and siezed it in a kiss so passionate it would've lit a forest on fire.
His tongue explored the caverns of her mouth, tasting honey, berries, and the bitter taste of salt from her tears. He pushed her against the wall, not caring about the wet paint as his hands moved to her hips, grinding himself against her as she did the same.
Bulma lavished the masculine taste of Vegeta's mouth, glad for the distraction from her issues. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him even closer when she wrapped her legs around his waist as well, using the wall for support. She moaned when Vegeta moved to her neck, nibbling on her earlobe before moving to the sensative skin behind it, licking and blowing at it alternatively. He kissed down her neck, relishing the sweet taste of her skin. His lips worked the junction of her neck and shoulder like a pro as she grinded her lower half against him, working her way under his shirt. She managed to get his shirt halfway off in her state of arousement as Vegeta continued the assault on her neck.
When he pulled away, she took the moment and pulled his shirt off, throwing it to the side as she did so, working her own way down to his ripped torso.
Vegeta was in pure bliss as Bulma did things to him he was positive no one had done to him before this moment. Her hands skillfully moved across his chest as she slid down, pushing him away from the wall in the direction of the couch, not liking the restriction of the wall. When she had him in the position she wanted, she continued on her sweet exploration of Vegeta Ouji's well toned features.
Not long after Vegeta had slipped out, Bardock had arrived in the room to investigate the commotion he had heard. He walked in on his son and nephew being scolded and ridiculed by their friends and once again, his daughter and Vegeta out of the picture. He had Turles tell the whole story and was soon staring in awe at the look-alikes. He never understood how these two always seemed to mess up. So he didn't completely disagree with the whole Brolly situation, he didn't completely agree with the way they handled it.
"So where did your sister storm off too this time?" he questioned as they finished with the story.
Both shrugged.
"Probably the art room. That's where they went last time." Goku said, "I wouldn't go in there if I were you though, I was lucky I walked in last time when I did or i'm sure I would've gotten a free show." he added as an afterthought.
Bardock rose suddenly, his fists shaking at his sides.
"So help those kids." he said as he walked to the door. As he got to the hallway, he yelled to them, "Brats! If you're having sex in my house I swear to God I'll rip you both a new one and make you eat your own shit!" he yelled as he made his way down the stairs.
Bulma had been in the middle of giving Vegeta the greatest experience of his life when she heard her father. Being interrupted by a moody father was not what was supposed to happen. Her head snapped to meet Vegeta's as she pulled her mouth off his still very erect member. He groaned at the loss of warmth until Bardock's words registered in his mind. His eyes widened as he stared into deep blue depths.
"Shit." Bulma muttered as she stumbled to gather her clothes, hastily putting them on as she heard feet poundinng on the steps.
After getting over the initial shock of the loss of pleasure, Vegeta raced to redress as well.
Just as he pulled his shirt over his shoulders, the door burst open to reveal a very flustered Bardock. He looked to the teens in question who were covered in paint and had brushes in their hands.
"What in God's name are you screaming about old man?" Vegeta asked as he raised an onyx brow at him.
Bulma too turned around and looked at her father questionably.
"I was only seeing what you two were doing." he said uneasily as he eyed them, leaning on the door frame, not believing the scene he saw.
Both shrugged and went back to their work. They looked back to Bardock when he cleared his throat. He motioned to the couch, directing them to sit. When they did so, he walked over and stood directly in front of them. After a couple of minutes, he sighed.
"Look, kids. I know you two are bound to do something sooner or later. I understand you are teenagers and I know you have been involved with boys before," he looked to Bulma, " and I don't know about you, Vegeta, but I want to make sure you know how to use protection."
Bulma choked on her spit and Vegeta went pale.
"DAD!" Bulma yelled, "We are BOTH 18, we don't need 'the talk'!" she yelled as she stood from her seat, looking at her father with wide eyes.
"Seriously, old man. My parents did this to me when I was twelve, I don't need to be embarrassed by an adult like that again." Vegeta growled out as he too stood, crossing his arms as he stood next to Bulma.
"Listen-" Before he could finish, Bulma cut him off.
"No, trust me. We know ALL about this. You don't have to talk to us, dad." Bulma said as she shook her head, "and don't worry, we're not having sex in your house." she finished as she plopped back down on the couch.
"Or anywhere for that matter." Bardock finished as he pointed to the two. Once he gave them one last glance, he turned and walked out of the room.
Bulma and Vegeta looked at each other once he was gone and burst out laughing. After a couple of minutes of laughter, they wiped the tears out of their eyes.
"Well, that was.."
"Strange?" Vegeta finished for her as he looked to her.
She shook her head as she layed her head in his lap.
"I was thinking more along the lines of embarrassing." she said as another giggle escaped her mouth.
Vegeta nodded in agreeement as he looked down at her. He was having mixed feelings about this girl, something he had never experienced before. He loved the way she looked at him, her blue eyes captured him every time. How her hair felt like silk between his fingers, how she smiled a dazzling smile whenever she caught his eyes on her.
This girl was an enigma to him, yet he was beginning to feel for her. He wasn't entirely sure about these feelings but he wasn't about to push them away anytime soon.
At the moment in time, Bulma was having the exact same thoughts as Vegeta. Maybe it was his muscular physic, his deep, sultry voice, maybe the way he made her feel like no one else ever had that drew her to him. Who knew, maybe it was how he was the only one who could hold an arguement with her. Whatever it was, she welcomed it with open arms.