Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A summer in a Closet ❯ chapter 8 ( Chapter 8 )

Author's Notes: here's chappie 8!!! Yay!!!!!!

 

Disclaimer: damn I still don't own DBZ…..don't I only want trunks or vegeta or goten…..i promise!!!!!!!

 

Chapter 8: the moment they forgot

 

That afternoon not much was done or said. Bulma glanced at Vegeta “training” and then at the door and then at Vegeta and back to the door.

 

“That's it Vegeta why don't you just bust us outta here!!!” she scream with excitement. “I'm such an idiot to not think of that sooner.” Vegeta didn't even look up.

 

“Don't you think I tried that when I first got locked in here?” he snapped. “I'm not that stupid.”

 

“Oh….” She said.

 

“Yes oh.” He replied. “Somebody had to go and invent the saiyan proof house!” Bulma suddenly looked down at the floor.

 

“oh yeah….” She mumbled. She thought back to when Chichi had first approached her. She complained about how Goku and Gohan would effortlessly knock through walls or pull doors off of their hinges. So she had asked Bulma to invent a house that couldn't be destroyed. So Bulma obliged. She had confronted various figures of knowledge to find the strongest metal she possibly could that she would actually be able to weld. It had taken high pressure and lots of effort to shape and use the metal but she had done it. She had almost forgotten about it until now. But hey…..at least it was the perfect bomb shelter. “But if I built it……I must be able to think of something in the way of a weakness. Some way to use my brains and your strength to get out…” Vegeta looked up and shrugged as if to say think away.

 

Bulma looked around and place all afternoon. There were grates but they were far to small. There was a spot where there was a small window in the bathroom but that too was too small and had been covered by a metal sheet, which yes could be easily removed but still too small to escape. But it would be nice to see sunlight again.

 

“Vegeta could you come and pull this metal sheet off of the wall for me please?” she said glancing over at Vegeta. Vegeta sighed and stood up. He grabbed part of the metal sheet with one hand and pulled it off.

 

“Do you really expect to fit through there woman?” he asked.

 

“No I just thought it would be nice to see some daylight again.” She sighed leaning to look out of the window. Bulma looked over at Vegeta.

 

“I guess having spent all your time in space ships you'd think that's pretty silly huh?” she sighed. Vegeta tilted his head slightly looking at Bulma looked angelicly out of the window. He hair had grown over the past few days….mainly due to it falling out of the puffy curls…..a hair style he had never liked on her anyway. She looked so pretty and ladylike. Far from the loud outgoing woman who loved to torment him.

 

“Vegeta?” Bulma asked quietly. Vegeta snapped out of his daze to meet her eyes staring back at him. “Did you….ever love anyone on your planet before. I mean didn't you ever date as a teenager or anything? Have you really been alone all this time?”

 

“I had my father to train me and raise me. That was all I ever needed. I was to be the king one day I could pick and choose who I wanted when I got there. I had no need nor time for females.” He replied.

 

“So you've never…” Bulma left it hanging.

 

“I didn't say that did I.” he replied simply. “I have not taken part in this human face sucking ritual or this dating you regard so highly but as a prince I had privileges.”

 

“You mean you just slept with women without a thought because you're a prince?” Bulma asked almost disgusted. “That's heartless.”

 

“My planet has a different culture to yours. It is simple.” He replied walked off.

 

Bulma, now more interested in the alien who was quickly becoming closer to her than ever, wasn't going to let this drop. She followed Vegeta and stood right in front of him.

 

“It is not a stupid face sucking ritual. It's called a kiss.” She said defiantly. “You accidentally kissed me the other night. But that wasn't a real kiss.”

 

“That was your fault.” He snapped, becoming all to aware that her body was creeping closer and closer to him and she seemed to be holding all the cards leaving him with the joker. Bulma pressed slightly against his chest and leaned right up to his face so that their faces were level.

 

“Can I kiss you now Vegeta?” she asked. “Properly…to prove to you it's not stupid.” Vegeta started stammering trying to think of some words to snap and yell at her.

 

Bulma leaned forward and pressed her lips against his, her whole body pressed against his as she tried to entice him into her kiss. Vegeta felt her hands on his chest…her body, her lips against him. He felt his hands fall to her waist as he relaxed and let her tongue slide into his mouth to caress his. The little movements were working slowly and soon he felt himself responding to her. He kissed her back feeling his stomach turn and knowing she was the cause of it.

 

The kiss became passionate and desperate and the two began clutching at each other pulling other closer. Bulma's hands ran over his muscles, they dived into his dark hair and Vegeta just let his hands roam all over her feeling every curve he found. What was this feeling washing over him. He needed to get out of this bloody closet. He wanted….hell he didn't know what he wanted. The couple took a breather. Bulma looked up at the panting saiyan pressing her against the wall. She saw desire and something else. She let her hands and head fall against his chest and curled up against him.

 

“Shall I make dinner?” she mumbled. Vegeta lowered his head down to almost nuzzle her hair.

 

“mm.” was his response, which Bulma presumed meant yes.

 

After the two had eaten dinner almost silently. They talked very little before lights ou and bed and the next day Bulma and Vegeta were back as if it was the day before they kissed. They were on the line between friends and enemies. Teasing without meaning it.

 

The moment was forgotten.

 

Please be polite and review. Good or bad it is only polite. Otherwise no one will become better writers.