Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A single night, a change in live ❯ Intoxicated by his kindness ( Chapter 2 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Loriguurl 
Bulma remembers the day she fell in love for the first time.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.15.2005 | Updated On: 03.15.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 449 | Status: Work In Progress
Bulma remembers the day she fell in love for the first time.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.15.2005 | Updated On: 03.15.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 449 | Status: Work In Progress
From my spot on the panoramic room, I observed Vegeta-sei decrease for the second time. And, as previously, I felt a void in my heart and a vivid sensation of loss. However, the sight was flabbergasting and I found myself unable to tear my eyes from it. The main sun hadn't made its rise yet, giving free reign at its smallest companion to lie down its reddish glow over the whole planet, distorting its usual earth-like appearance in an ambiguous but harmonious dazzling show. The planet seemed ruthless and malevolent, like cursed by a mysterious power. But, simultaneously, this splendor displayed a blazing veil contrasting the haunted vision by its subtle magnificience and captivating fervent beauty. It was a memorable sight and I had never forgotten the startling sensation I felt the first time I witnessed it.
At the moment, I was only 18, a young and rich girl heading towards the most prestigious university in the Saya-jin's empire, situated, of course, in the capital planet: Vegeta-sei. Dreams and hopes filled my mind, almost always concerning love, as a matter of fact. Especially because my studies and future career weren't really important issues for me, this path having been traced long ago by my parents. I was the heiress of Capsule Corps, the biggest technological company in the empire. Thus, nothing to worry about for this part. But love, that was the whole purpose of my life. I craved so much to experience this unpredictable yet marvelous feeling. If only I had known the heartbreak awaiting me, I wouldn't have been so thrilled. And the incarnation of this pain to come had been materialized through Goku's person.
I could still vividly remember this day, 5 years ago, when I met him in the huge apartment I shared with Yamcha, my best friend, and Krillin. They had thrown again one of their famous drinking parties which they were so fond of, the kind of evening in which I often ended bombed out of his skull and legless. But after all, I was young and only wished to make the best of this crazy period that was university's years, even if that meant to awake with the worst hangover in the morning.
So, that day, when I stepped in our apartment, I hadn't been at all surprised to find noisy music playing in the background and a drinking contest going on. And Goku had been one of the challengers. The guys had met him during their afternoon training at the gymnasium and they had immediately sympathized. Actually, the moment they introduced him, just by staring into his magnetising eyes, I had knew why. No other being could disseminate such friendly feelings as easily as him. It was like a pledge. He smiled and you felt tempted to smile back, intoxicated by his kindness. In fact, he had conquered my heart by this way, a single smile, an innocent glance.
Sitting down near Yamcha, I had spent a long moment observing Goku from the other end of the table, unable to say or do anything else, feeling oddly intimidated by this tall, brown guy who melted my confidence by the only force of his stare. He made me act like a schoolgirl even though I had never been shy. And, for the first time, instead of being the one doing the hunt, I had felt like a vulnerable prey. Consequently, nerves had begun to form in my stomach, this unusual situation too difficult to cope with. Reaching a point where I couldn't stand it anymore, I had bitten the inside of my cheek, preferring to disregard my natural tendance to chew my bottom lip, it was less obvious.
Yamcha, who had been observing my peculiar behavior, had noticed this action and sniggered handing me a shot which I had guzzled down instantaneously. And it had almost come back in the other way nearly as quickly. God, this drink had really been dynamite. It tasted like whisky, gin and vermouth mixed up with something I couldn't clearly define, maybe a local alcohol. So, after the third glass, the tight knot on my stomach had begun to unwind but I also found myself fully hammered.
And thus, the world had started to fade in and out. It was like a succesion of wakings, as if I had been swimming in the trouble of my conscience. A moment I was playing dice, a drinking game, with Yamcha and some guys then everything blacked out and I found myself slamming shots with Krillin. And all the night had gone on like that. I drank and danced and fooled around with my friends. I even met one or two hot boys but nothing went any further cause my mind was on auto-pilot and Goku was its final destination.
So, after some more zoning, I had striven towards my goal, my confidence boosted by all the alcohol filling my system. And, naturally, it was this moment that Vegeta had chosen to get in my way for the first time. The memory was all blurry but I still remembered calling him dork and knuclehead after only two sentences were exchanged, also I couldn't tell what we had talking about.
This little interruption having been taken care of, I finally reached Goku. When he saw me, his face had broken into a genuinely grin, accentuated by his advanced stated of inhibition. And for a long moment, we had just remained like that, smiling silently at one other. Then we had spoken and laughed and smiled again and... and I must had suffered from many others blackouts because the rest was only a long serie of flashes and feelings.
His breezy and warm voice. His intense stare. The crowd of people whose faces merge into each other and a deafening music that crawled under my skin. The nearness of his presence and the butterflies in my stomach. An electrical wave passing between us when I ran my fingers down his arm, an impulse without words. My breathing becoming heavy and the faraway sensation of movement. His gaze misted by desire as his face inched closer to mine, closing the agonizing gape separating us. My body responding to his unvoiced invitation and the tingling of my nerves.
And the kiss, the mind-bobbling kiss, so gentle first but then fierce and demanding, causing my hands to shake and my heartbeat to race, and making me feel dizzy. My hands mouving to the back of his head, pulling him tighter to me, sliding my tongue further inside his mouth. The sensation of safety lost when we pulled away to breath. His mouth covering mine again, patiently, hungrily or teasingly. And those powerful feelings flooding through me. The intoxication of his scent. The addiction of his taste. His fingers burning trails on my skin everytime he touched me. His hands on my shoulders, back, hips, slipping under my shirt.
Then my room. And him laying me down on my bed before battling with the remaining of my clothes. His hand moving to my breast, brushing his thumb against my nipple before licking it with the tip of his tongue while I arched my back in demand, a current of passion rushing trough me and settling between my legs. My hand moving down his stomach muscles, pulling at his pants. His warm skin against mine. His full length pressed against my most sensitive area. And his smile when he heard me moan in pleasure after having pushed himself inside me. The gasps, the groans and the crumpling of fabric while we clung to each other, under the spell of bodies coming together and moving as one. Finally, the release. The so needed release exploding inside me, hitting me like a force of nature. And, as I drifted off to sleep, this incredible sensation of finally having found love.
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That's it! I finally finished this chapter. It took me a while but I made it. I must say I written it over and over again and I'm sure there's gonna be a lot of changes afterwards. So, I will be really glad if you review it because I need to know your point of view to go on. Is the story interesting? Is the first chapter well corrected? I know my grammar and spelling aren't great but I'm trying to improve. For my defense, I must say that english isn't my native language so I need your help here. And if someone wishes to be my beta reader I would be really grateful.
As for the story, I'm well aware that those two chapters didn't explain at all Bulma's current situation but you will have to wait to know more because I don't feel like giving away the main plot in the beginning. I think a story needs a bit of suspence to be interesting.
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At the moment, I was only 18, a young and rich girl heading towards the most prestigious university in the Saya-jin's empire, situated, of course, in the capital planet: Vegeta-sei. Dreams and hopes filled my mind, almost always concerning love, as a matter of fact. Especially because my studies and future career weren't really important issues for me, this path having been traced long ago by my parents. I was the heiress of Capsule Corps, the biggest technological company in the empire. Thus, nothing to worry about for this part. But love, that was the whole purpose of my life. I craved so much to experience this unpredictable yet marvelous feeling. If only I had known the heartbreak awaiting me, I wouldn't have been so thrilled. And the incarnation of this pain to come had been materialized through Goku's person.
I could still vividly remember this day, 5 years ago, when I met him in the huge apartment I shared with Yamcha, my best friend, and Krillin. They had thrown again one of their famous drinking parties which they were so fond of, the kind of evening in which I often ended bombed out of his skull and legless. But after all, I was young and only wished to make the best of this crazy period that was university's years, even if that meant to awake with the worst hangover in the morning.
So, that day, when I stepped in our apartment, I hadn't been at all surprised to find noisy music playing in the background and a drinking contest going on. And Goku had been one of the challengers. The guys had met him during their afternoon training at the gymnasium and they had immediately sympathized. Actually, the moment they introduced him, just by staring into his magnetising eyes, I had knew why. No other being could disseminate such friendly feelings as easily as him. It was like a pledge. He smiled and you felt tempted to smile back, intoxicated by his kindness. In fact, he had conquered my heart by this way, a single smile, an innocent glance.
Sitting down near Yamcha, I had spent a long moment observing Goku from the other end of the table, unable to say or do anything else, feeling oddly intimidated by this tall, brown guy who melted my confidence by the only force of his stare. He made me act like a schoolgirl even though I had never been shy. And, for the first time, instead of being the one doing the hunt, I had felt like a vulnerable prey. Consequently, nerves had begun to form in my stomach, this unusual situation too difficult to cope with. Reaching a point where I couldn't stand it anymore, I had bitten the inside of my cheek, preferring to disregard my natural tendance to chew my bottom lip, it was less obvious.
Yamcha, who had been observing my peculiar behavior, had noticed this action and sniggered handing me a shot which I had guzzled down instantaneously. And it had almost come back in the other way nearly as quickly. God, this drink had really been dynamite. It tasted like whisky, gin and vermouth mixed up with something I couldn't clearly define, maybe a local alcohol. So, after the third glass, the tight knot on my stomach had begun to unwind but I also found myself fully hammered.
And thus, the world had started to fade in and out. It was like a succesion of wakings, as if I had been swimming in the trouble of my conscience. A moment I was playing dice, a drinking game, with Yamcha and some guys then everything blacked out and I found myself slamming shots with Krillin. And all the night had gone on like that. I drank and danced and fooled around with my friends. I even met one or two hot boys but nothing went any further cause my mind was on auto-pilot and Goku was its final destination.
So, after some more zoning, I had striven towards my goal, my confidence boosted by all the alcohol filling my system. And, naturally, it was this moment that Vegeta had chosen to get in my way for the first time. The memory was all blurry but I still remembered calling him dork and knuclehead after only two sentences were exchanged, also I couldn't tell what we had talking about.
This little interruption having been taken care of, I finally reached Goku. When he saw me, his face had broken into a genuinely grin, accentuated by his advanced stated of inhibition. And for a long moment, we had just remained like that, smiling silently at one other. Then we had spoken and laughed and smiled again and... and I must had suffered from many others blackouts because the rest was only a long serie of flashes and feelings.
His breezy and warm voice. His intense stare. The crowd of people whose faces merge into each other and a deafening music that crawled under my skin. The nearness of his presence and the butterflies in my stomach. An electrical wave passing between us when I ran my fingers down his arm, an impulse without words. My breathing becoming heavy and the faraway sensation of movement. His gaze misted by desire as his face inched closer to mine, closing the agonizing gape separating us. My body responding to his unvoiced invitation and the tingling of my nerves.
And the kiss, the mind-bobbling kiss, so gentle first but then fierce and demanding, causing my hands to shake and my heartbeat to race, and making me feel dizzy. My hands mouving to the back of his head, pulling him tighter to me, sliding my tongue further inside his mouth. The sensation of safety lost when we pulled away to breath. His mouth covering mine again, patiently, hungrily or teasingly. And those powerful feelings flooding through me. The intoxication of his scent. The addiction of his taste. His fingers burning trails on my skin everytime he touched me. His hands on my shoulders, back, hips, slipping under my shirt.
Then my room. And him laying me down on my bed before battling with the remaining of my clothes. His hand moving to my breast, brushing his thumb against my nipple before licking it with the tip of his tongue while I arched my back in demand, a current of passion rushing trough me and settling between my legs. My hand moving down his stomach muscles, pulling at his pants. His warm skin against mine. His full length pressed against my most sensitive area. And his smile when he heard me moan in pleasure after having pushed himself inside me. The gasps, the groans and the crumpling of fabric while we clung to each other, under the spell of bodies coming together and moving as one. Finally, the release. The so needed release exploding inside me, hitting me like a force of nature. And, as I drifted off to sleep, this incredible sensation of finally having found love.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> >>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<< ;<<<<<<
That's it! I finally finished this chapter. It took me a while but I made it. I must say I written it over and over again and I'm sure there's gonna be a lot of changes afterwards. So, I will be really glad if you review it because I need to know your point of view to go on. Is the story interesting? Is the first chapter well corrected? I know my grammar and spelling aren't great but I'm trying to improve. For my defense, I must say that english isn't my native language so I need your help here. And if someone wishes to be my beta reader I would be really grateful.
As for the story, I'm well aware that those two chapters didn't explain at all Bulma's current situation but you will have to wait to know more because I don't feel like giving away the main plot in the beginning. I think a story needs a bit of suspence to be interesting.
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