CHAPTER SIX

"Ah!"

Oil squirted from the machine onto Bulma, covering her white lab-coat and turning it black instantly. It had also managed to get onto her face and hair, which she attempted to wipe away with the back of her hand. She heard laughter, and turned around to see Dr. Briefs doubled over, chuckling loudly. He promptly stopped as he saw the look on his daughter's face. "Well, that's no good." he observed, moving to the machine on the table, placing his hand under his chin in thought.

"No good? I'll say." Bulma retorted, glaring down the contraption. Now she would have to take another shower to get the oil off her hair. Her father prodded the machine then, and it gave a familiar ring. Bulma quickly moved out of the way as oil began to shoot out once more, this time covering her father from head to toe with the thick black liquid. Served him right.

She couldn't help but giggle at the irony, Dr. Briefs standing still as he tried to figure out what had just happened. Bulma gave him a pat on the back. "Come on Dad, lets go and get cleaned up, and then we'll sort this out. I'm too distracted by being covered with oil." she told him, making her way out of the lab and up to the bathroom, careful not to make too much of a mess on the floor. She was thankful that her parents had their own bathroom, otherwise she would have had to wait for her father to clean up before she could have her chance.

Dropping her oil-soaked lab-coat on the tiled floor, Bulma stripped down before stepping carefully into the shower, amazed at how much oil was dripping from her hair. There seemed to be much more than she had realised. How could she have known that something so small could have contained so much liquid?

She turned the shower on, fiddling with the taps until she got the temperature she desired. She stood under the water, running her hands through her aqua hair to get out as much as the gunk as possible. It was thick, and she noticed that the tiles were turning black from it all coming out of her hair. She reached for her shampoo, squirting out a large amount on her hand before mixing it into her hair.

Bulma was so busy trying to clean her hair, that she did not notice the door open before closing seconds later.

She stood out from under the water, the shampoo still in her hair. She figured that if she left it in for a few minutes, it would work better at getting the oil out. She looked down at her legs, wondering whether to give them a shave when the shower screen was thrust open, causing her to cry out and attempt to cover herself.

Vegeta closed the screen behind him before making his way under the running water. But it was much too warm for his taste, so he turned the hot tap down, stopping when the water became cool. As the water hit his hair, it flattened and trailed down his back. It had been quite a while since he had a shower, and even he had noticed just how smelly he had become. Not that he would ever admit that to the vulgar Earth woman. No, he wasn't allowed to think about her. Not now, not ever.

Bulma watched him with unbelieving eyes, her hands still covering her private bits. "Excuse me?" she exclaimed, causing Vegeta to freeze momentarily before turning around. His eyes grew wide as he took in the sight before him. He hadn't seen Bulma since their last intimate encounter, and most certainly wasn't expecting to find her naked. He turned back around, feeling his cheeks grow unnaturally hot. "What is it woman? If I recall properly, you're the one who constantly complains that I stink."

In her annoyance, Bulma forgot to cover herself as she moved towards him. "That may be true, but that doesn't give you permission to ruin my own shower. I'm covered in oil, and Kami knows how long it will take for me to get all of this gunk out of my hair." she replied, placing her hands on his hips. Vegeta didn't turn around, and little did she know that he was determined not to see her naked again. "I'll be finished soon." he remarked, rubbing his arms down with the soap.

Huffing, Bulma used all her might to push Vegeta out of the way and stepped under the water, rinsing all the shampoo out of her hair. Vegeta closed his eyes, but it was too late. He had seen her naked beauty in all it's perfection, his body was going crazy again, and he felt out of control. Bulma looked at him quickly, turning away as she noticed just what was happening. She felt almost flattered that she had that affect on Vegeta, but was unsure if she wanted to repeat what had happened last time.

She was attracted to Vegeta, this she knew, but she was also aware that she would never have a proper relationship with the man, nor a future. Their relationship was purely physical, passionate. She wasn't sure how long it would go on for, when or where they would get together. She also felt slightly guilty because of Yamucha, but quickly pushed these feelings away. It wasn't going to happen again, surely. She was pretty certain that Vegeta had no feelings for her, after all, he had been avoiding her since last time.

Her thoughts were short-lived as Vegeta suddenly grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him, her lips meeting his in a desperate kiss that was full of longing and needing. Vegeta had seen no point in resisting Bulma, as much as he tried to fight his feelings, they were there, and persistent when she was in his presence. She had an affect on him that he couldn't explain, no matter how much he tried.

They made their way down onto the tiled floor of the shower, and Bulma was grateful that she had asked for an extra large one, otherwise this would have been quite awkward and uncomfortable. Vegeta laid her down on the floor, moving on top of her, his hands moving to her breasts, roaming as his tongue snaked into her mouth. But Bulma had different ideas.

She pushed Vegeta off her and quickly moved herself on top of him, laying him on his back on the floor. He looked at her bewilderedly, and she couldn't help but give him a cheeky grin. It was her turn to be in charge now, and although she knew that it would be hard for Vegeta to get used to that idea, it was time that he learned that he couldn't be in control of everything all the time.

Bulma leaned down to kiss him, pushing her wet aqua tendrils on one side of her neck. Vegeta's hand went to the other side, holding her head to his as he kissed her deeply, feeling his body grow hot along with hers. Her body felt incredible, the torrent of water making her skin feel more silky and smooth than it already was. His other hand now roamed her back, trailing down her spine. She shivered slightly, and Vegeta couldn't help but smirk into their kiss.

To his dismay, Bulma pulled away, and sat up on him with her back straight, lifting her head backwards into the line of water coming from the shower-head, cascades of water running down her body. Vegeta watched in amazement, he had never seen anything more beautiful in his life than her naked body. He wasn't sure how much longer he would be able to last until he could have her, and Bulma looked down in time to see the impatience cross his face.

She grinned. Vegeta was right where she wanted him. She slowly lifted herself up off him, and the panic was visible in his dark eyes, his hands flew to her waist and Bulma could feel him trying to push her back down. She simply looked at him with her blue eyes, telling him without words that it was alright. Vegeta's hold loosened, and Bulma continued. She reached down to find his manhood, which to her delight was rock-hard. Bulma then proceeded to lower herself down onto him, letting out a groan of pleasure as she did so. She then let go and pushed down until he was completely inside, before lowering down and giving Vegeta another kiss, her tounge running across his lips.

Bulma took both of Vegeta's hands in her own and lead them to her breasts, hoping that he would catch on to what she wanted him to do. Luckily, he got the idea and began to knead them softly, making her moan softly. Now it was her turn. Gently, she raised herself up and then back down, making sure to keep in a rhythm. Now it was Vegeta's turn to let out a cry of pleasure, one of his hands left her chest and travelled down to her hip, keeping a firm hold before the other one followed.

Bulma continued to move up and down, getting faster as her breathing became heavier and quickly along with Vegeta's. His hands on her hips were helping, lifting her and pushing her back down, his grip tight but not painful. She looked down at Vegeta, who looked back at her, his dark eyes full of lust, something she had never seen before, not even the last time they had been intimate.

Her thoughts were cut short as Vegeta rolled them both to the side, before moving her underneath him. Bulma was surprised, Vegeta had somehow managed to stay inside her throughout the entire manoeuvre. But she had no more time to think as he thrust himself into her again, his body beginning to quiver. His eyes remained on hers as he continued, getting harder and faster with each thrust, making Bulma cling onto his wet back with her fingernails.

Suddenly, she came with a loud cry, and with another thrust it was his turn. Vegeta laid down on top of Bulma, laying his head in the crook of her neck as their bodies convulsed together from their intense climaxes. She could feel his breath slowly return to normal, and silently wished that he would stay with her. But as always, Vegeta had other ideas.

He quickly moved off and out of Bulma, before standing up under the water. He ran a hand through his thick black mane and quickly gave himself a quick wash before exiting the shower, not glancing at Bulma on the floor once. She heard a ruffling noise before the door creaked open and slammed shut, signalling his exit.

Bulma sat up, chewing her bottom lip as she wrapped her thin arms around herself. The sex had been intense, to say the least, even more so than the last time. It was amazing that it had even occurred once, and now it had happened again – certainly, there had to be something going on Vegeta's mind.

But as she slowly stood up, still a little shaky, Bulma realised that she wasn't even sure about her own feelings towards the Saiyan Prince. Sure, he was certainly attractive, but that seemed to be about it. Surely there had to be something more that drew her to him. Her thoughts wandered to Yamcha, and guilt washed over he body. It had only been a month since she had ended their relationship, and yet she had already slept with another man. Twice. Not to mention that Vegeta had also been responsible for Yamcha's death.

That had been a hard time for Bulma. Sure, she and Yamcha had been on a break when the Saiyans arrived, but she had planned on getting back together with him shortly afterwards. She had missed him, even with his playboy ways. And seeing him die on the television before her very eyes, that had been hard. His lifeless body on the screen brought everything she had ever felt about to him to the surface, and there were so many things she had wanted to say to him, but never could.

Of course, that was before sleazy Master Roshi had comforted her and then proceeded to remind her of the Dragonballs. After going to Namek and returning home, the day had finally come when she could wish her fallen lover back to life. The dragon had granted the wish, but she could not see him anywhere. Tears had sprung to her eyes, before a familiar figure appeared from the side of the building. And there he was, looking better than ever, his dark eyes shining brightly as they found her blue ones.

Everyone crowded the warrior then, and Bulma decided to retreat to her room. Surely Yamcha wanted to see everyone and have a good lengthy chat. She would have her chance to talk with him later. She made her way to her bedroom, opening the door to reveal a shadowy figure. Bulma opened her mouth to let out a scream before the figure walked forward into the light coming from the hallway. "Yamcha?"

He smiled, her favourite smile. Bulma entered her room, flicking on the light and closing the door behind her. "I thought you were with the others." Yamcha just continued to smile. "There was someone else I wanted to see more." Bulma rushed towards him, collapsing in his strong arms as tears began to fall freely down her cheeks. "I missed you so much." she cried, wrapping her arms around his torso tightly, determined to never let go.

"I missed you too. More than you can imagine." he replied, his warm breath tickling her ear. She looked up at him, and with he wiped away the lingering tears from her eyes with his thumb. "Bulma, the whole time I was dead, there was something I wished I could tell you." he admitted, his eyes searching deeply into hers. Bulma sniffed. "Really?" she whispered, and Yamcha nodded before moving his hands to the sides of her face, holding her gaze.

"I love you, Bulma."

"I love you too, Yamcha."

It hadn't been a lie. She had loved Yamcha with all of her heart, he was everything she could have ever wanted in a partner. But in the two years since, things had changed. They had found themselves drifting apart, wanting different things in their lives. And the more time that passed by, the more Bulma had realised that it was never going to work between them.

But now things were even more complicated, she had willingly begun something with Vegeta. It wasn't a relationship, just sex. But there was something else there, lingering feelings. Bulma shook her head. She didn't have the time to try and deal with this all now. She lifted her head up to the running water, giving herself a quick wash before turning off the stream of water. She noticed her hands were getting pruny, how long had she been in the shower for now?

Bulma left the shower and quickly dried herself off, before gathering her dirty clothes and coat and throwing them into the laundry hamper. Wrapping her towel around her tightly, she dashed to her bedroom and found some clean clothes, dressing and drying her hair with the towel as best she could. She then raced down to the lab, where she found her father waiting, and impatient and yet curious look on his face. "What on earth happened to you?" he asked his flustered daughter.

"Honestly Dad....I have no idea."