Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ All you need is love ❯ Why'd you have to go and make things so complicated? ( Chapter 2 )

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Chapter 2: Why'd ya have to go and make things so complicated?

"What the hell was that," Vegeta growled as he sat up stiffly in bed, rubbing his temples and trying desperately to forget the dream and return to reality. Even through the haze of the situation he could feel himself hardening painfully as he thought of his little blue-haired minx beneath him, cooing softly.

"Damn these weak earthling emotions," he said as he mentally slapped himself.

But still images of the woman kept flooding through his mind.

He got up with a stone cold resolute as he headed to the bathroom for a cold shower.

[A.N. I think we all know what he was doing in the bathroom, (girls out there feel free to use your imagination, I know I would) so I'm just going to skip along a bit]

I've just got to get away from here for a few days to clear my head he reassured himself as he stepped out of the shower, dressed quickly in his armor and set off for a new training ground, as far from the woman as possible.

But, as he flew past her balcony window, he found himself toying with the idea of going to her and making her his, just for one night, ridding himself and his lust once and for all, but he quickly dismissed the idea as impossible and set off for somewhere where he would, hopefully, be able to clear his head.

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Bulma awoke happy, confused and excited all at the same time.

The dream she had just experienced hadn't been altogether unpleasant but the mixed feelings she was having for Vegeta were driving her slowly insane. Did she love him or was it just lust. She had to admit; even it was only to herself, that Vegeta had a really good body. She cooed as she imagined his rock hard torso rubbing up against her.

What are you thinking? She mentally screamed at herself. Sure he does have a good body… A really good body once again her thoughts started to wander. But don't forget the voice stated forcefully, breaking, once again, into her sub-conscious barrier, he's an asshole. Besides he could never love you, he's incapable of it, remember?

She sighed downheartedly, how true that was, Vegeta was incapable of love and, even if he wasn't, he had never shown any sign that he was interested in her, apart from a flinch now and then at her skimpy clothing and that could be expected, to him she was probably just a piece of meat. Actually, come to think of it, Vegeta hated her, why else did he constantly bicker with her over nothing.

Downheartedly she shook all thoughts of Vegeta out of her head, mentally slapped herself for thinking them in the first place.

It's probably just lust; I'll get over it, she reassured herself as she walked slowly down to the kitchen to get something to eat.

How very wrong she was!

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For the first time in two days Bulma slumped into the kitchen and actually ate something. At first she had accepted to find Vegeta sitting there with an annoyed look on his face, like usual, as her mother garbaged on about nothing, but instead, all she found was an empty room.

She wondered curiously where her parents might be and, remembering that they were still on their 'mystery adventure,' she sighed.

All alone once again, she though sadly.

But that still left the Sayain Prince and he was nowhere to be found. She walked curiously outside and was surprised to see the gravity room off. She wondered to herself where he might be at this hour of the morning, as she headed back into the kitchen.

Probably out trying to kill himself or something she thought, that stupid, arrogant, bad mouthed, sexy…

Her mind started to wander once again to the night and the wonderful dream she had had. Her cheeks became flushed as she imagined Vegeta taking her and filling her completely, there two bodies becoming one in a passion filled…

And for the second time in two days her thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock at the door.

Bulma sighed to herself as she went to open it, already annoyed at the person beyond it.

Opening it she was hit with an extreme case of deja vú as she became face to face with her ex-lover Yumcha once again; cheesy grin still plastered to his face.

"Hi hon-" Yumcha started but was soon cut off by a sneering Bulma.

"First of all Yumcha don't ever, did you hear me, ever call me honey again," she said, emphasizing honey as though it was the most foul thought in the universe. "Secondly whatever your doing here you better make it quick because I'm not really in the mood for you right now."

Yumcha looked downcast and stated half-heartedly.

"Well, I just kinda wanted to see if you'd like to, well y'know do you still wanna come to Goku's and Chi Chi's party with me on Saturday night, hon- I mean Bulma."

"Oh right Goku's party I totally forgot about that," Bulma said, staring out into space and completely forgetting about the person in front of her.

"So, do you wanna go or not?" Yumcha asked, a bit annoyed that anyone could possibly ignore his presence.

"I'll go," Bulma said matter-of-factly.

Yumcha's face lit up.

"But sure as hell not with you," she added as she slammed the door in his face. Yumcha yelped in surprised and cursed Bulma as he silently walked back to his car, slamming his fist at a nearby tree as he left and yelping in pain.

Gradually she made her way back to the kitchen, admiring the way she had just dealt with Yumcha and giggling maliciously to herself.

Well he deserved it, that jerk, she thought proudly to herself. The nerve of him, after all he's done, to come running back to me and think that I'll just forgive and forget and welcome him arms wide open. Well not anymore, no more heartbreak no more lies and no more tears on my account. I'm happier off without him anyway.

Bulma walked proudly into the kitchen and sat down once again, suddenly the memory of her dream the night before started to creep back into her head.

She blushed and then, trying to turn her mind to other things, she recalled the party that had been the focus of Yumcha's visit.

"Oh yeah, that," she murmured to herself. "I've been planning to go for ages, but now Yumcha and me have broken up who am I supposed to go with? I mean I can't just go by myself, Yumcha will probably be with someone and I need to get him back for all the pain he's caused…"

Just then a strange thought entered her mind.

Vegeta?

"No way," Bulma said aloud to herself. "He'd never agree to go with me, he hates me and he hates Goku even more. Still… We could always go as friends or something, or he could just come so I don't have to go alone. Yeah, now I come to think of it that's a great idea. Next time I see him I'll ask, no I'll tell him he's coming and if he refuses… if he refuses then I'll… disable his gravity room!"

Bulma smiled smugly to herself as she walked out of the room, thoughts of revenge swirling through her mind laced with something else that she refused to even acknowledge.

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Miles away from the Capsule Corporation building a lone figure stood tall, looking over a beautiful landscape, but failing to take in any of it's extravagance.

He inwardly sighed to himself. He had only been gone for a couple of hours and already the urge to go back, just to be in the vicinity of the woman, was overpowering.

What is she doing to me, Vegeta thought to himself as his thoughts began to wander and he remembered the glorious dream he had had the night prior.

If that's what she's like in dreams imagine reality, a part of Vegeta whispered.

He scowled to himself, quickly pushing the recollection and thoughts of her out of his mind.

I just need to be away from her a little longer, he told himself. How am I possibly going to become the legendary of my ancestors if I can't even get a mere earthling out of my mind? I must surpass that low class fool Kakkarott. I must uphold my races honor. I must train.

A monstrous power filled Vegeta and he speed off the mountaintop, aiming attacks everywhere in his rage and ravaging what was once a beautiful, serene place.

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The lone prince smirked, his breathing erratic as he slumped down onto the ground in exhaustion.

A good workout, he thought to himself as he looked around at the charred remains of the forest that lay wasted before him.

Vegeta lay on the ground for a long while after he finally gained his breath, blocking all thoughts out as only a hard training session could do, but suddenly an image pierced through the barrier of his mind. An image of him and Bulma together, every limb wrapped around each other's in a passion-induced coma.

He sighed.

What are you doing to me woman?

He stood up, his thoughts becoming too much to bear. A hard resolute entered his mind and he was intent on going back to Capsule Corp. Although whether it was to train or perhaps for some other reason (or person) Vegeta didn't know.

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Bulma paced around the living room, it was passed Midnight and still Vegeta wasn't home, she was starting to get really worried.

She sighed out of relief when she heard the back door slam shut and took it as a sign that the arrogant prince had finally returned

Thank god, she thought as she walked down the corridor to greet him.

But suddenly as she turned around a dark corner and slammed into a wall of steel she was scared, if only for a second, that the door had not been opened by Vegeta but a burglar or mad rapist on the loose, their mind full of dark thoughts involving her. However her fears soon quieted as she looked up only bottomless coal depths staring back at her, her bottom lip quivering slightly at the fact that he had no shirt, admiring his sweat glistening torso and his scent.

A wicked smirk formed on Vegeta's lips.

"See something you like, woman," he purred seductively into her ear as he brushed passed her.

The transformation took barely a second for Bulma's look of admiration to be replaced with a scowl as she followed him quickly down the hall, running to catch up with him.

"Actually Vegeta," Bulma said as she finally caught up to him, trying desperately to change the subject. "I have a little proposition to for you."

Vegeta smirked again.

"Woman, I know you long for me to make you scream in pleasure but I, Vegeta Prince of all Sayains, would never lower myself to even toy with the concept of doing anything with a pitiful weakling like yourself."

He smirked evilly; he had said that half intent on getting her into a verbal sparring match and half intent on seeing if he could heat her up.

Vegeta watched, deeply amused, as a passionate flicker, as though from a distant memory, flashed across her eyes but it left quickly and her scowl deepened.

"Very funny, Vegeta," she hissed, barely able to control her rage. "I'll get to the point, before you can insult me any more than you deem necessary. Goku's having a party on Saturday night, I need to go with someone other than Yumcha to get him back for cheating on me and you have the pleasure of being that lucky man," Bulma finished this last comment with a Vegeta-like smirk. "Obviously you have nothing decent to wear," Bulma added, maliciously eyeing Vegeta's worn spandex. "So we'll go shopping tomorrow to buy something for you. Got it?"

For a moment Vegeta was in a daze and just stood there, amazed at the daring of the weak woman before him.

He was just about to retort back with a spiteful remark when Bulma cut him short, that devilish smirk still plastered to her face.

"Oh, and by the way," she added innocently her deep blue eyes fluttering. "Don't even bother trying to decline, because you're going or else I'll disable your Gravity Room, for good."

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Vegeta lay in his bed, not ten minutes ago had he had the confrontation with the woman and he was still cursing her to kingdom come… and yet a part of him was marveling at the nerve she had shown.

Just remembering the way she had acted, getting all heated up with her azure blue eyes flashing dangerously sent chills down his spine. How very Sayain like she was and how exceedingly beautiful she was. So beautiful whenever she would get angry in one of their usual verbal sparring matches and remind him so much of his extinct race.

Vegeta didn't even notice how hard his manhood had become and, as he let his mind drift to forbidding pleasures, his fingers sub-consciously wrapped around it. The pleasurable filled his mind as he imagined how good it would be, how utterly blissful it would feel to have her underneath him, screaming his name over and over until her voice became raw as he pumped into her, faster and faster and then, finally, in a moment of extreme pleasure, they would just let it all go as they both reached their edge and he let his seed spread within her, letting out feral roar as the waves of passion came crashing down…

Vegeta opened his eyes suddenly, as if from a dream.

What had gotten into him?

He looked under the sheets to find that his imagination was not the only place where he had been satisfied and he made a disgusted little grunt as he wiped the sticky liquid off his fingers and onto the bedcovers.

What is she doing to me? Vegeta thought once again with a sigh as he walked slowly to the bathroom to clean himself off.

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Bulma awoke with a serene smile on her face. For the first time in two days she had managed to go to sleep without finding more of the confusion that her dreams had brought.

Although I can't say I didn't enjoy my dream with Vegeta, she thought mentally as the memory flashed through her mind so fast she hardly even noticed it.

Just then Bulma remembered.

"Oh yeah," she mumbled groggily to herself. "Today's shopping day." she grinned childishly and then laughed at the memory of the last time she had tried to take Vegeta shopping.

*Flashback*

Bulma walked slowly into the kitchen with a childish grin plastered to her face, bouncing around like she had just had a sugar injection.

Vegeta looked at her and scowled.

"What are you so happy about woman?"

Bulma continued to bounce around, ignoring Vegeta's snide comment and then finally she turned to him and said, "Guess what veggie-head, today I'm taking you shopping."

Vegeta looked at her with disgust, half because of the degrading name she had called him and half because of her appalling suggestion.

"The Sayain Prince lowering himself to go shopping with a weakling such as you, I think not." Vegeta scowled trying to get a rise out of her.

The cheerful smile left Bulma's face.

"Your coming Vegeta or else you can forget about me ever cooking for you… or talking to you for that matter, besides your training armor is in tatters you can't go on looking like that for the rest of your life." Bulma smirked proudly as silence filled her ears confidant that there would be no rebuttal but suddenly laughter filled the room and her head.

"Are you trying to scare me woman? Why, that's the best suggestion I've ever heard! Not only do I not have to eat the poison you cook but I don't have to listen to your whining voice either."

Bulma fumed.

"Fine Vegeta," she said venomously. "Have it your way."

*End Flashback*

And she had stuck by it, she didn't talked to him or cooked for him for exactly eight hours but by that time she had become so bored that she had ran to the gravity room, flung open the door and risked the gravity shut-down mechanism not working and crushing her delicate body to oblivion just to yell at him for being such an ass.

This time it will be different she thought as she got up and started to get herself ready for a day she would never forget, a day that was to be the beginning of the something she had never seen coming and something that would change her for the rest of her life.

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Vegeta stepped tiredly out of the Gravity Room. He had been up training all night thanks to his little… incident. Trying desperately to forget or just ignore what had happened and now he decided it was time for some much needed F O O D. His stomach growled hungrily in agreement.

Lethargically he made his way to the kitchen, his muscles aching with every step and his head hoping against hope that the woman wouldn't be there while, sub-consciously, he prayed that she would.

As he finally reached the kitchen, his mind wandering, a delicious smell brought him back to himself, his senses filling the void in his stomach with anticipation. But his heart sank again when he saw her strutting sexily and humming some melodious song to herself his heart skipping a beat, god; she was gorgeous and so desirable. He walked slowly behind her not realizing what he was doing. His arms encircled her waist, breathing in her intoxicating scent.

Bulma let out a little squeal as she felt heavily muscled arms wrap around her. She knew she should be scared but, strangely enough, she found herself leaning into the embrace and relishing the feel of her mystery mans touch.

It didn't take long for Vegeta to snap out of his daze, as he hastily withdrew his arms and backed away slowly, appalled at his actions.

Bulma sighed downheartedly as she felt the soothing presence leave her and turned around to find out who had dared to touch her so. But amazingly she felt no surprise when eyes revealed a disgusted looking Vegeta standing there, glaring down at his hands as though they had betrayed him. Sensing Bulma's gaze his head slowly lifted, obsidian eyes filled with confusion, guilt and something unnameable piercing azure blue.

"What are you gaping at woman?" He snapped, trying desperately to cover up his embarrassment.

Bulma just stared into space, mouth wide open and a look of utter confusion plastered to her face. Vegeta scowled.

"Woman if you're just going to stand there all day, looking like the damn weakling fool that you are, then I'll be on my way," he turned towards the doorway, intent on leaving, when suddenly she found her voice.

"Why?" she said softly. "I don't get it Vegeta, why?"

Vegeta turned slowly, almost cautiously, towards her. He could think of a million different comebacks, each one as venomous as next, to the question she had so disrespectfully asked but when he opened his mouth to reply no sound came. He looked deeply into Bulma's eyes, piercing her very soul and in that moment something astonishing happened.

A brief connection of souls was formed, a bonding, as though they had joined. As though, if only for a second, they were harmonized together. The room was filled with the sound of one heartbeat magnified one hundred times, both bodies balancing together to make one, and Vegeta and Bulma had the impossible notion in their heads that the thoughts they were viewing, so different and unfamiliar from normal, were not their own.

Vegeta reached out, almost sub-consciously, to touch the woman standing before him, to feel psychically what was happening so deeply mentally but stopped when his won thoughts began to return to him as an alarm, seemingly far way away at first and then louder and louder as though it were a device coming from inside of their very brains, began to go off.

Slowly Bulma and Vegeta woke up from their dream-like state, coming back to themselves once again.

Many strange things happened in the moments to follow.

As full account of their actions hit them both head on they each turned simultaneously away, Bulma blushing profusely and Vegeta still scowling a faint tinge of pink on his cheeks, a sight never seen before that moment.

The source of the alarm was soon found as Bulma yelped, rushing quickly over to the stove to put out the fire that had started due to her moment of mental and physical absence. She hissed softly as she disposed of the scorched breakfast both her and Vegeta had been so eager to put their teeth into.

Realizing all hopes for a pleasant morning were out of the picture, Vegeta got up from the table absorbed on getting back to his training and maybe grabbing some food for himself later on once the enigma of a woman had left. Anything to get his mind off the embarrassing occurrences of the morning.

"Vegeta, wait," Bulma said shyly and very un-Bulma like. Vegeta winced at her soft tone, praying to any god he could think off that Bulma wouldn't want to discuss what had just happened.

"What is it woman," Vegeta said eerily tenderly. A note that was defiantly not familiar in the Sayain Prince's lingo. His scowl deepened.

"We have to go shopping for our outfits for Saturday. Just you and I. Be ready in half an hour and I'll meet you at the door, K?"

"Fine woman, whatever." Vegeta stated, leaving the room hastily.

Bulma stared, open mouthed, at his retreating form and had to grab the bench beside her to keep from falling over in shock.

Did I just hear right? she though incredulously. He didn't even argue just fine, just like that. God, I have got start having these… encounters more often.

Bulma sniggered happily as she walked slowly to her room to get ready for her and Vegeta's little trip still amazed and deeply touched by the occurrences of the morning.