Thank you for the reviews everyone! :D
bulma- OMG if my parents wouldn't think I'm a freak more than I already am, I would totally have bajillions of posters of Vegeta XD
HelloKittyLover12343- Really? Well I'm glad you don't hate it anymore! And I'm so thrilled that my story was one of the first you decided to read! :)
insane one- Oh gawd the lemon, no pressure, right? XD I'm sure everyone will be super excited to see how I write it. :P Vegeta-sei does sound awesome to live on doesn't it?
threeam inkblot- Oh, I totally agree about the contrast. But no worries, Bulma won't be learning much more fighting and Vegeta definitely won't be teaching her to fly lol.
I feel like writing a one-shot…I have one plot idea in mind that I am dying to write but no time to write it. *sighs*. Does anyone have any requests? I'd love to write one for someone…I've always wanted to do that :)
Disclaimer- I don't own DragonBall, DragonBall Z, DragonBall GT or anything else DragonBall related, Akira Toriyama does. I wish I could say that I did but I don't. *cries* I only own this story and my OCs Ki'ilina and Hertue.
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The next morning when Bulma woke up, she noticed her face was buried into Vegeta's bare chest. His tail was once again wrapped around her waist. To her surprise his arm was also latched onto her.
Bulma quietly laughed to herself, Vegeta must have a problem with doing that in his sleep. Or he's doing it voluntarily…
Bulma glanced up at Vegeta's sleeping form. He was completely relaxed and at ease. She reached out to gently stroke the features of his face. Her fingers trailed across his forehead, brushing his ebony bangs from his eyes. Her fingers dropped to touch the strong, prominent cheekbones that accentuated his masculinity. She studied the area about his mouth and in the two months she had spent with him, she had never seen a strand of hair grow in that spot. Either he shaved it off in the bathrooms before she could get a good look, or he couldn't grow facial hair.
It must have been a Saiyan thing.
Bulma's eyes froze in place upon looking at his lips. It was the same mouth that had yelled at her in irritation and that same mouth with those same lips that had given her passionate pleasure. A sigh of desire escaped from her own lips as she remembered him kissing her.
Suddenly, Vegeta's tail tightened its' grip on her and then relaxed. Vegeta's eyes slowly opened to see Bulma gazing at him. He gave her a half smirk as she returned the gesture with a smile. Vegeta's eyes began to droop, and he fell back into his slumber. Bulma checked her watch for the time. No wonder he fell back asleep. It was still three hours till breakfast was brought, and if she remembered correctly she fell asleep nearly five hours ago. She didn't know what time Vegeta stopped training, but judging from his returning to sleep, it must not have been very long ago.
Bulma nudged her body even closer to Vegeta's, nuzzling into his chest. Her azure eyes locked on to a massive gash from his right shoulder down to his lower abdomen. She traced it gently with her forefinger. This time when she sighed, it was sad. So much pain and terror that had been inflicted on Vegeta. At the age of four, he lost his mother, which he blamed on himself. When he was eight he lost his home and then supposedly his father, even though he believed it to be false. Bulma wished she knew why he believed his father was alive. Did he have some sort of connection with his father? Vegeta had told her of being able to sense energy, but if his father was truly alive, wouldn't he be able to know where he was? Kami, if only Vegeta knew himself, so he could tell her because this whole situation was without a doubt confusing.
Bulma's mind always trailed back to when Vegeta informed her he had been at the prison for three years after seven years of being a soldier in his ruthless army. Bulma couldn't even imagine working under Frieza's rule as a soldier. Making weaponry for him was terrible enough. It terrified her, but she imagined thoughts of Vegeta dutifully murdering and slaughtering innocent people across the world. It made her less scared though, knowing he killed because he was under Frieza's control.
What would Bulma do without her Saiyan prince? If it weren't for Vegeta, she surely would have been fully raped and not just molested. Hell, if Vegeta weren't causing trouble for Frieza, she was positive she'd be in Frieza's private quarters and not in a cell by herself. Aside from that, he protected her from danger. If Bulma wanted anything else in the world besides Frieza's death and reverting the universe back to where it was before Frieza, it was having the perfect boyfriend. Sure, Vegeta wasn't perfect...he yelled at her and irritated her to no end, but he shielded her when Frieza attacked them in the gymnasium. He put his own life on the line to save her. He had his Saiyan pride and royal blood that he would die before someone took it from him. His arrogance annoyed her indefinitely, but at times she found it undeniably sexy. Oh, Kami...when he smirked at her...it suited his devilishly handsome appearance. On top of his attractiveness, he was completely chiseled without an ounce of fat. His body that made her drool with desire...those obsidian eyes that nearly made her shiver every time he turned his attention to her. Even though he didn't crack jokes as much as she would like, he had made her laugh on a few occasions which was quite the feat being in the prison. An added bonus was that Vegeta was an amazing kisser. She had never craved kisses so much before his. Each kiss left her wanting more. If the Earth hadn't been destroyed and Vegeta was living on Earth with her, he would without a doubt be dubbed the 'World's Sexiest Man'.
Bulma could feel her heart beginning to race faster with all of her thinking of Vegeta.
The opening of the cell door alerted Bulma to Ki'ilina with their breakfast. Bulma laid Vegeta's on the ground next to him. She quickly kissed his cheek and grabbed her bowl, exiting the cell. Ki'ilina's jaw dropped, watching Bulma's actions. She shut the door quietly, noting Vegeta was asleep.
"D-did you just kiss his cheek?"
"Yep." Bulma replied nonchalantly.
"Bulma...what happened last night?"
"We have some things to discuss, Ki'ilina. Very important things."
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Hours later, Vegeta awoke to see his breakfast sitting in front of him on the ground, waiting to be eaten. He touched his cheek, vaguely feeling the pressure of lips against it while in his slumber.
The woman.
Vegeta scowled and wiped his cheek, trying to rid himself of the feeling.
He sat up in the bed and leaped off of it, placing the bowl of food in his palm. He ate it in silence, as he always did. It was during his fourth bite that he realized the blue haired vixen was not in the cell. His mind began to race. Had Frieza requested her? Vegeta growled and stepped over to the cell door. He then banged on it, yelling for anyone who was near.
Vegeta heard footsteps coming down the hall, and the Trexilian appeared.
"What is it, Vegeta?" Ki'ilina questioned, opening and then closing the door behind her after entering the cell.
"Where is the woman?"
"You-wow...is this what Bulma was talking about?" She muttered the last bit to herself.
Vegeta growled, "What was that, Trexilian? What is she talking about?"
"Nothing, Vegeta. Nothing that might be about you or that you need to worry about." She replied with a coy grin.
"About me?" Vegeta snarled, "Stop playing games! Where is she?"
Ki'ilina rolled her eyes, "Calm down. She's in the lab. Bulma wasn't kidding, something did change." She laughed lightly.
"What the hell are you talking about and why is she in the lab?"
"You can ask her later. She's in the lab because she wanted to finish re-designing the ki blaster for Frieza." She then added, "Did you need anything else? Besides...you know bugging me about Bulma when she's completely fine."
Vegeta scoffed and crossed his arms. Ki'ilina took his silence as her leave and walked to the door. "She'll be back at normal time. Oh, and she'll probably want to discuss our escape plan." With that, she left with a slam of the door.
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"Wai-wait, so he asked where I was?" Bulma laughed in surprise.
"Mmhmm. He was kind of freaking out."
"You didn't tell him what I told you earlier...did you?"
"Oh, gosh, no Bulma. That's something for you to do."
Bulma nodded and glanced back to the ki blaster, fixing the internal structure. "Wh-what if I'm wrong?"
Ki'ilina put her hand on Bulma's shoulder, "I'm sure you're right. These kinds of things...it's always best to go with your gut."
Bulma smiled up at Ki'ilina. "Thanks. I don't know what I'd do if you weren't my friend, Ki'ilina."
The door to the laboratory opened and the talking immediately stopped, seeing who it was. Ki'ilina stiffened and stood in front of Bulma.
"Oh come now, Ki'ilina. I'm not here for her." Zarbon's smooth voice chuckled heartily and then dropped to a creepy low one, making the atmosphere change instantly. "I'm here for you."
Bulma saw Ki'ilina begin to shake in fear and her muscles tightened.
"Ki'ilina...don't...you can refuse it...tell Frieza..." Bulma whispered.
Ki'ilina shook her head, "No...I can't...I'm sorry Bulma...I'll be back for you later."
Zarbon's lips turned to a devious smirk and grabbed hold of her arm. "It's about time you started learning you can't get away from me." Zarbon led her out of the room as Bulma looked on in horror. The door closed and Ki'ilina's terrified cries for help were immediately heard. Bulma slumped her head in her arms, letting her tears fall onto the desk.
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Vegeta threw numerous kicks at the air and suddenly stopped, roaring furiously.
"Damn that woman!"
He collapsed on the floor and turned the Gravity Sim off. That woman was distracting him! He couldn't concentrate on his training!
"How am I supposed to train if you won't stop entering my mind, woman?" He yelled.
He couldn't stop thinking of her. Those azure eyes that stared at him intently, the aquamarine hair that he'd never seen before flowing down her back. Her gorgeous smile and her laugh.
Vegeta snorted, "Kami, what am I thinking? It's just the aftermath of that damned kiss!"
That irritating woman who constantly asked him questions about his life and his dead planet. His race, his father and especially his mother. It was uncanny how alike they looked. The only differences were the hair and eye color. Even their personalities were near identical. They were both hard-headed, strong-willed, intelligent...was it more than a coincidence?
The Saiyan prince grunted and sat up. He glared at the hardening area of his pelvis, wishing it would just go away. There had to be some way to make it stop.
Vegeta smirked, "Yes, that will have to work."
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Hm, surprise surprise, Vegeta's thoughts are much shorter than Bulma's...heh. Vegeta's not the pondering type. Not much to say, but I'm pretty sure you guys are going to love next chapter...if you know what I mean ;)
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