Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ All you need is love ❯ When you put your hands on me ( Chapter 4 )

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Chapter 4: When you put your hands on me

It had been days since Bulma and Vegeta had spoken and the tension around the Capsule Corporation complex had mounting so high that you could have cut it with a knife. Only adding to their worries they had finally reached the day of the party, a day which would shape their very lives and neither was exactly sure what to do about it.

It had started off like any other day Bulma entered the kitchen only to find Vegeta sitting there in his usual pissed-at-the-world mood. She scowled.

Grumpy, Useless, Bastard, she thought as she sat down opposite him grabbing the cereal which she had placed there the day before in hopes that he would take a hint, serve himself and leave before she ate for the morning.

An uncomfortable silence insured as Bulma munched seemingly noisily on her cereal. Vegeta broke it.

"The stupid fool Kakkarotts' party is today," he growled matter-of-factly.

"So," Bulma ground out, as she continued crunching on her cereal, trying desperately to ignore the man before her.

Vegeta opened his mouth to rebut but, thinking it over, he shut it, shaking his head silently; the last thing he needed was for the woman to be even madder with him. He stood, preparing to leave, when the woman's high voice cut through his thoughts.

"We're still going, what you said, or should I say didn't say, changes nothing."

Vegeta heart lifted.

"I still need to get that arrogant, cheating, sleaze back for all the things that he's done to me."

And it fell.

"No woman," he said in disagreement.

"Don't you 'no woman' me, Vegeta," she all but screamed. "Your going whether you want to or not, I really could care either way. You will not ruin this for me, understand? You will not!"

Vegeta's anger finally got the best of him, as he turned on her, noticing her shudder at the heat radiating from his being.

"Do not order me around, you lowly wench. Just because your mate found you unsuitable, which is totally understandable, does not mean that I have to, need to or, especially, want to do this for you!"

"I don't think you get it Vegeta," she said coldly as he walked from the room. "You don't have a choice. You either do this or you will never and I repeat you will never get you gravity room back again. I capsulized and hid it this morning, you can go look if you like."

Vegeta halted, the woman was not bluffing she never did and one of the main reasons he had stayed on Earth in the first place was to train in the machine they had dubbed the GR, without it he didn't have a chance of ever reaching a level able of even sparring with Kakkarott. His shoulders slumped.

"I thought you'd see it my way," Bulma smirked triumphantly. "Now meet me in the living room at 6pm tonight, dressed in reasonable clothes, hopefully you have enough sense to pick them for yourself, and then we'll leave, got it?"

Vegeta just continued walking, defeat all but screaming from him, and Bulma smirked taking that as a yes. She had been thinking back to her dream more and more these days, the fight with Vegeta all but gone from her mind.

This will be a night to remember.

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Vegeta slumped onto his bed. Stupid woman what was she doing to him. He just couldn't argue with her but even now, only five minutes after the confrontation in the kitchen, he could think of a million different things he could have said or done differently, to his advantage. And, left without a suitable training area, what was he supposed to do for the rest of the day. He lay back, letting sleep overtake him for the first time in his life, as he drifted into the peaceful land of Winkin', Blinkin' and Nod.

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Walking resignedly, Bulma made her way out of her workshop, wiping the excess sweat off her forehead with the sleeve of her grubby white work coat. It was already 4pm, how time flies when you're having fun, and she decided it was well and truly time for her to start getting ready. Her destination was the bathroom

Time for a refreshing bath, she thought as she gathered up two fluffy towels and a box of lavender, her favourite scent.

As the bath began to fill her mind wandered to the night ahead and she sub-consciously through in the lavender, waiting for it's effect to take place, and stepping in herself. Letting her thoughts drift she submerged herself completely in the warm, revitalising depths letting it sooth her, as she gently massaged shampoo into her tangled locks, washing it off in the cascading water and then adding conditioner. What a day this way going to be for her, and for Vegeta. She gently washed off her locks and layback again letting the overwhelming notions take control.

Finishing her bath some hour later, she stood; beauty beaming from her contented state, and wrapped a towel firmly around herself and her hair. Then, stepping into her bedroom, she immediately began going through the draws of her large dresser, searching for the perfect outfit.

She gasped. She had found what she was looking for, something she had almost completely forgot she owned. Gently she removed it from the draw, electing a little moan at the perfection of it all. What she had uncovered was a shimmery body suit, pastel blue in colour, that, she remember from previous occasions, clung to her body almost like a second skin, it began in a pair of extremely hot pair of hot pants, then leading up only an inch or so a zip began directly in the centre that went as decently high or indecently low as you wanted it to. She decided to leave it around medium, showing a decent amount of cleavage, but not going low enough to show any of her midriff. Underneath the suit she decided to wear her new pair of red silk g-string panties and bra she had brought when out shopping with Vegeta, hoping, somewhere deep down, he would take a bit of initiative and wear his own. Her shoes were a simple blue fabric stiletto and her hair was up in a high ponytail leaving it to cascade in blue waves down her back. Finishing it all off she added a light blue eye shadow and shiny silver mascara, along with a blood red lipstick, highlighting the porcelain of her face.

She looked in the mirror to her left and let out a tiny squeak as she made her stealthily downstairs.

How could he resist?

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Vegeta woke, yawning he glanced at the clock; it was 5:30pm, just enough time to get ready. He got up and made his way towards his bathroom.

Stepping in the shower he smirked as he felt the water envelope him and he let his thoughts drift to the dream he had just had. He knew it had involved Bulma and the party tonight and he knew that whenever he thought about it a smirk would form on his lips. Apart from that he was at a blank.

Oh well, he thought to himself. I suppose I'll find out soon enough.

His smirk widened and, for a moment, an observer might have thought him to be smiling as he turned off the water and made his way towards the closet.

He scowled as he viewed the clothes, all neatly hung up and ready for wear. Something from his nearby dresser caught his eye and he grabbed the pair of red silk boxers Bulma had so longed to see him wearing.

Well I suppose that's a start, he thought as he dropped his towel [drools] and tugged on the comfortable underwear.

Looking painstakingly into his closet and closing his eyes, he grabbed a pair of dark denim baggy jeans and a button up, chest hugging shirt. Throwing them on haphazardly he glanced at the mirror nodding his approval and making his way towards a waiting Bulma.

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Bulma lounged blissfully, waiting for Vegeta to show up so that they could start making their way towards Goku's. A flicker caught her eye and she couldn't help but gasp in awe. Vegeta looked sexy; there was no other way to describe it. She hadn't thought it was possible, but the casual look he had chosen made him look even better than his usual tight fitting training suit.

Meanwhile Vegeta glanced over at Bulma, smirking at the gasp he heard, and couldn't help but falter a touch as she stood up beaming and looking utterly desirable. He felt an urge so strong to go to her that he only just managed to beat it down. Finally Bulma broke the silence that had seemed to last an eternity.

"Ready to go?" she asked innocently.

Vegeta response was a simple nod, as his mouth seemed to be denying him the ability of speech.

"Great," she beamed, grabbing his hand and dragging him out the door.

Once again Bulma went for a capsule but Vegeta pulled her hand back slowly.

"We fly," was all he said as he gently picked her up, causing her to swoon slightly, and headed in the direction of Goku's house. A route he knew well.

They flew the rest of the way in combatable silence, Bulma snuggling up into Vegeta's hard, but comfortable chest, she sighed when he set down and gently placed her on the ground.

"Well, here we are," Vegeta growled, his usual pissed attitude returning full force. Bulma opened her mouth to speak but a voice interrupted her.

"Hey Vegeta," Goku yelled happily, as he signalled them over from the front door.

"I felt you coming here, geez I sure didn't expect you, oh well. Wanna spar later?"

Vegeta just growled in response.

"Great, come in, oh hi Bulma," he added.

"Hey Goku," she said wearisomely as they walked through the door into the Son residence.

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The night proceeded pretty much the way Bulma had expected with everyone drinking way too much and saying things they normally wouldn't say.

Somewhere around 10pm a very amusing thing happened when Yumcha had shown up, flimsy round his neck and smelling of whiskey. A reasonably drunk Vegeta decided that it was time to show him some respect and with that he had proceeded to kick his ass in an incredible hilarious and degrading fashion.

Five minutes later Yumcha left, beaten so badly he could hardly fly, leaving his forgotten floozy behind.

At midnight, forming one of his few ideas, Goku erupted.

"Hey guys," he yelled groggily. "Let's play spin the bottle."

"Yay!" Bulma cheered grabbing Vegeta's hand and sitting down.

Master Roshi, looking like a schoolboy about to have his first sexual experience, joined them.

"No fucking way, you ole pervert," Bulma all-but screamed, kicking him out of the circle.

He limped away, looking defeated.

"Okay, I'll go first," yelled Krillan. Grabbing the bottle, his face fell when it landed on Chiaotzu. Frowning, he gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Bulma giggled.

Next was Chiaotzu's turn, he spun it shyly with nearly everyone in the circle hoping it wouldn't land on them. Tien was the not-so-lucky receiver and what followed was a very full on kiss, confirming the groups' thoughts about the duos relationship.

Flushed from the passionate kiss, Tien spun and he smiled a sad smile when it landed on Bulma. Kissing him chastely a seductive smile settled upon her face and her gaze fluttered to Vegeta.

Finally, she thought to herself as she finally spun the bottle willing it to land on her intended.

Yes, her mind screamed as it landed on Vegeta.

Vegeta smirked.

About time, he thought in his drunken state as his arms gently entangled her waist.

They kissed gently at first as the fire slowly began enveloping their bodies. The kiss deepened in passionate fury, their tongues delving further and further in the mad vehemence to satisfy their longing. Vegeta gently pushed her down, ravaging her neck with his mouth as Bulma cooed softly. His hands began to slowly move down her body, taking their time to become attuned to her and forgetting all around them. He growled deeply as a blushing Goku broke his contact from the woman.

"Get a room guys," he said laughing nervously.

But something has been started between the two that neither could now deny. The party lasted about another 3 hours of drinking and dancing, a fierce sexual tension filling the rooms as, no matted where Bulma or Vegeta were, there eyes never left each other. Finally Goku announced that it was time for them all to go home.

Finally, the couple thought simultaneously as they excused themselves. Vegeta grabbing Bulma roughly as they rapidly made there way towards the centre of the nights events.