Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Fire is Born ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2

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Bulma sat in the gym, her mind on her encounter with Vegeta.

Bulma: That jerk! How dare he order me about like I am is personal slave!…… No Bulma, don't let your mind twist your own words around!

Voice: Have you taken to talking to your self now, Bulma?

Bulma Started at the intruder. She turned around on the stationary bike she was riding on to see who would walk into her work out session. She didn't expect to see Vegeta standing not six feet behind her. She didn't even hear him come in!

Vegeta: Answer my question, woman.

Bulma turned her back to him angrily: Some people speak to their selves when the occasion calls for it. You know, thinking out loud. My father does it sometimes, too. Helps us humans work if you don't mind!

Vegeta: Not at all.

Bulma: Why are you here?

Vegeta: I wanted to work…..( Why am I here?)

Bulma: what happened to the GR?

She dismounted the bike with more grace than she realized.

Bulma: YOU DIDN'T BREAK IT AGAIN DID YOU?!

Vegeta: I DID NOTHING OF THE SORT!!

Bulma Stood in front of him- about two feet in front of him- and crossed her arms in front of her, unknowingly tightening her sweater over her breasts. Vegeta clenched his teeth.

Bulma: how can I believe you? It's not as though you CARE my property.

More than you think, thought Vegeta. His gaze went back to her breasts, but her Quickly recovered him self. What's wrong with me?!,he thought angrily. Bulma noticed where his eyes kept drifting and blushed. Moving her hands to rest on her hips, she continued.

Bulma: Why are you STILL HERE?!

Kami, she was beautiful angry! Vegeta couldn't take his eyes off hers, which sparkled brightly in her arngy state. The bright bluer from the dark blush that stained her cheeks. The source of which he knew not of. The corner of his lips turned up in that famous evil grin we all know.

Vegeta: For this.

Bulma: Vegeta what is that----

Before Bulma could finish, Vegeta used his saiya-jin speed to pull her to him. She was full pressed to him; everything from the shoulder down was in contact with each other. He looked into her eyes, savoring her puzzlement. She could see everything in his eyes, the look of hungry desire in the blackest of ebony depths of his eyes. Bulma couldn't speak for the feeling that were swelling up inside her; anger at his boldness, confusion, excitement and most of all, Desire. Her breathing became raged and her heart pounded. Even through her sweater she could feel his heart pound just like hers was, shattering his calm façade.

Vegeta watched Bulma's eyes with the fever of a predator stalking its prey, enthralled at how her beautiful she was. He wanted to take her right then and there, but he kept his passion in check with an iron will. He could feel her desire, though making it a difficult task.

Bulma felt like they had been like that forever. What is he going to do next? Bulma thought with both excitement and anxiousness. Vegeta answered her question without a word. She watched him as he lowered his mouth to hers, their lips were almost touching. His eyes closed but he didn't kiss her. What game is he playing? She thought. Just then he claimed her lips, taking her completely by surprise. Bulma gasped in shock. She lifted her right hand over his shoulder innocently not sure were to put it. Fire instantly spread though her limbs and she wove her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer if it was even possible.

Vegeta smirked against her lips feeling her totally give into him. Then something snapped in him. He placed his hand behind her head and knotted his hands in her amazingly soft-silky hair. Just like silk, he mused, all of her, just like silk.

Bulma felt him roll his tong across her lips urging them to open. She obeyed and opened her mouth to him. He was violently kissing her now, a change from the gentleness that he showed her earlier. She felt her lips brushing against his.

Then, abruptly he stopped and Bulma clung to him, she felt as though she couldn't stand. They were both panting. Vegeta released her, even in her disevled form she was the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on. She struggled to use the wall for support. Before he did anything else he left.

Once she heard him leave, she fell on her knees to the ground and sighed.

Bulma: Kami, Vegeta….