CHAPTER FOUR

"What exactly do you think you are doing?"

Vegeta groaned. Trust Bulma to bust him as he tried to escape the blasted infirmary and get back to his training. After a week of nothing but rest, medicine and routine bandage-changing, he was eager to return to the gravity chamber, but he had forgotten that there was no longer a chamber to go to, as he had managed to completely destroy it and almost himself. But Bulma had walked into his room at the same moment and caught him out, with a disapproving tone and stern look on her beautiful face.

"I need to return to my training. I cannot waste any more time lying here doing absolutely nothing. I'm a warrior!" he replied, giving her his best trademark scowl, his dark eyes narrowing at her. "But you need to recover. At this rate, you're going to end up killing yourself." Bulma scolded him, shutting the door behind her before moving towards him. He was certainly showing improvement, his wounds had healed up much faster than expected, but Bulma hadn't been surprised – after all, he wasn't human, something she had to regularly remind herself of.

"What do you thing you're doing?" Vegeta asked, backing away from Bulma as she approached him,hands outstretched. "Someone has to change your bandages." she retorted huffily, not looking too thrilled about her self-appointed duty. But someone had to do it, Bunny was out shopping with her friends and Dr. Briefs was busy making another gravity chamber at Vegeta's request.

To her amazement, Vegeta sat down on the bed, compliant as Bulma leaned over and went about removing the bandages from his head first, before moving to his chest and arms, unaware that his eyes were fixed on the shirt she was wearing that clinged to the shape of her chest. She gasped at the amount of new scars that had formed on his skin, and absent-mindedly ran her fingers along one on his chest, disrupting Vegeta's gaze.

He sat perfectly still as Bulma traced the scar, one of his oldest. He was interested in her curiosity, and watched her before she pulled her hand away, and they were both amazed that Vegeta had not attacked the aqua-haired woman, since he despised being touched at all. "Well, you seem to be healing quite fast, so that's a good sign." Bulma told him, placing the old bandages in the bin and hoping that her cheeks were not too flushed. By the time she turned around, she noticed that Vegeta was making his way to the door.

"And just where do you think you're going?" she asked loudly, moving quickly to the closed door and placing herself in front of it. "I must return to my training." Vegeta grunted back, stopping in front of her, and Bulma could see that he was slowly getting angrier by the second. "Now move, woman." Bulma shook her head. "No."

Vegeta groaned with a mix of annoyance and frustration. This woman was infuriating to say the least, and as certainly stubborn as himself, but that did not mean that she could act in such a way, and defy his demands. Ordering her to move didn't seem to be working, so Vegeta, the ever tactful warrior, changed his tone. "Do you want to die?" he asked her, his voice serious and low, catching Bulma off guard, just what he had wanted. "Of course not." "Then leave me alone!"

Bulma gasped, feeling quite offended. But she wasn't going to give in that easy. Prince of the Saiyans he may be, but that didn't mean that she had to grovel at his feet. He was in her castle, where she was the princess. "You can't get rid of me that easily." she informed him, not moving from the door. "If only." Vegeta grunted under his breath, unsure if she had heard him. "I could blast you out of the way." Vegeta threatened with a snarl, raising one clenched fist her way. Bulma gasped. "You will do no such thing!" she replied, crossing her arms defiantly.

"I must destroy the androids, and to do that I must train." Vegeta growled through clenched teeth. Why couldn't she understand this? Did she want to die? "If you continue to train like this, you won't be alive to face them. Besides, in case you have forgotten, you destroyed the gravity chamber." Bulma explained, worry in her eyes. He was a warrior, she was very aware this. But even warriors needed to take time off to recover and regain strength, there was nothing wrong with that.

Vegeta lost his stance momentarily as this news hit him, but he shook it off. He could train elsewhere until a new chamber had been created, that was no problem. He was desperate to leave this room, and actually do something, anything.

He moved towards her, his face stubborn and his eyes glaring. "Get out of my way." he warned again, his voice rough and hard. "No." Bulma repeated, placing her hands on the door behind her in defiance. Vegeta really seemed to hate that word, but that still didn't mean that she would give in to him. He was just throwing an adult-tantrum, and would have to learn that yes was not the answer for everything. "If you want to get out of this room, you'll have to go through me first."

"That can be arranged."

Bulma suddenly noticed that whilst they had been arguing, Vegeta's bronzed face had become quite close to her own, and she could even feel his hot breath on her face, causing an odd sensation to serge through her body. "You are the most impossible man I have ever met." she replied, her voice low, her blue eyes staring into his dark ones. Vegeta let out a low snarl in return, but nothing could have prepared her for what happened next.

Vegeta seemed to snap, and with no words, grabbed the back of Bulma's head with both hands, pulled her forward until her lips met his own, and pushed her against the door in one fluid movement. It took Bulma a second to realise what was happening, but before she could analyse the situation, she felt herself leaning into Vegeta, placing her hands on his chest as she did, feeling his heart pounding wildly.

Suddenly Vegeta pulled away, dropping his hands back to his sides, his voice ragged. Bulma kept her back pressed up against the wall, trying to control her own breathing as she did so. Had that really happened? Had Vegeta really kissed her? He didn't seem to believe his own actions himself. She waited for him to say something, and expected him to try and leave the room again. She could tell that he was confused about what had just happened, and it was very out of character for him. Was it just a way of trying to get her to move from the door?

Vegeta couldn't believe it. He had let his mind slip from control for a split second, let the strange feelings in his body take over and found himself kissing Bulma. It just wasn't normal, he had never done anything like it before, he had never been intimate with a woman, nor ever wanted to be. But as he tried to comprehend his actions, he realised that he had enjoyed it, and wanted to do it again.

Bulma's eyes never left Vegeta, even though he had not dared to look at her. She wasn't sure if she should leave the room, or say anything. She would let him make the first move. But secretly she wanted him to do it again, to kiss her passionately again. Her body seemed to be craving it again, craving to be against his. These weird feelings Bulma had been experiencing, it was clear now that they had been attraction for the Saiyan warrior, and were stronger than ever.

Vegeta couldn't fight it any longer, and amazingly, didn't want to. He raised his eyes to look at her, and that was all it took. He moved towards her once more, this time placing his hands on the small of her back as he leaned into her, his lips meeting her own once more. He felt as she moved her hands to the back of his head, before they became entangled with his thick black hair.

Bulma's body seemed to rejoice as Vegeta kissed her harder, and his hands slowly made their way underneath her shirt and upwards. It was then that she realised that he wanted more. She broke the kiss and pulled her face away from his slightly, and she could read on his face that he was confused. "Do you want me to take it off?" she breathed, indicating to her shirt.

Vegeta paused for a moment. Kissing Bulma was certainly nice, but he could tell that his body was craving for more. His self control was slipping, and he realised just where this was going. He fought with himself, but knew there was no point. He gave Bulma a curt nod, and she removed her hands from his hair slowly before tugging at the bottom of her shirt and pulling it up and over her head, revealing a red lacy bra that made Vegeta's body go wild. His lips returned to hers, his hands roaming up and down her back.

There was an intense hunger that was burning in Bulma that she couldn't explain, and nor did she want to. Everything just seemed to feel right, and the only thing she wanted right now was Vegeta. She felt his lips part, and explored his mouth fervently. She felt his hands leave her back, and make their way to tug down the sides of the skirt she was wearing. She was thankful she had decided not to wear pants or her usual dress that day, as it made it all a whole lot easier.

As her skirt fell to the floor, revealing a matching pair of red underwear, Vegeta's lips moved away from Bulma's and made their way to her neck. He wasn't really sure of what he was supposed to do, but it felt right. His hands moved to the back of her bra, he was determined to get her naked as soon as possible. He wanted her, right there and then.

It took Vegeta a few moments before the clasp of Bulma's bra was finally undone, and he moved the straps down her arms and let the flimsy garment fall to the floor with the rest of her clothes. Bulma moaned as Vegeta's hands moved to her naked chest, his mouth still at her neck. She held his face and moved it back to hers, her lips needing to be against his. She was surprised at his enthusiasm, and his eagerness to get her naked, but knew that he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him.

Understanding what he wanted, Bulma reached down and skilfully pulled down her underpants with one fluid movement, leaving her now totally naked and somewhat vulnerable. The only thing that remained between them was Vegeta's pants, and she had a sneaking suspicion that he was not an underwear man. But she was uncertain as to whether she should remove them, or let Vegeta do it himself, so she left them on. He would take them off in his own time.

Vegeta sensed her hesitation, but was unsure as to the reason. Did she not want him like he wanted her? Was she regretting this? By the way she was kissing him back, it was unlikely. It was then that he noticed just what was the problem – his pants. He quickly ripped them off his body, not bothering to keep them in one piece.

Bulma gasped as she saw just how eager Vegeta was, and broke away from the kiss, looking deep into his eyes, trying to read this thoughts. But before she had time to question his motives, Vegeta grabbed her bottom, lifting her up and onto him as she wrapped her legs around his torso, moaning into her neck as he did so.

Pressing her against the door once more, he began to thrust, Bulma wrapping her arms around his neck tightly, moving her mouth to his they began to move together in perfect rhythm, getting faster and faster. Finally, with one loud moan, Vegeta came, bringing both himself and Bulma to a powerful climax.

He broke apart from Bulma, dropping her back gently to the floor and moving away, his face full of mixed emotions. Bulma stood still, trying to regulate her breathing as she watched Vegeta, not sure of what to do next. He looked at her, and she could see that he was trying to understand just what had happened. She took a step towards him slowly. "Are you... alright?" she asked, her voice hoarse.

"I... I think so." Vegeta rasped in reply, still trying to get his head together. But it was difficult, seeing Bulma standing naked before him, a familiar feeling washing over his body once more. This wasn't normal. He knew he needed to go back to his training, but just couldn't seem to focus on anything else other than Bulma at that moment.

She moved closer again, this time touching his arm carefully, trying not to startle him. "Do you want me to go?"

Vegeta stood still for a moment, and Bulma took his hesitation as his answer. She went to turn around and gather up her clothes, but was stopped as Vegeta grabbed her arm and pulled her body against his again.

"No."

So yeah, I know that it's only the fourth chapter of this story and they'll already 'going at it', but they've been living together for a year already and so I just figured that during that time that the feelings would have developed.