Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Chocolate Ice Cream ❯ Chocolate Ice Cream ( Chapter 3 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: SaiyanTrombone 
Bulma finally lets out that she's feeling something towards Vegeta... But how willing will he be to accept that?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.25.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 898 | Status: Work In Progress
Bulma finally lets out that she's feeling something towards Vegeta... But how willing will he be to accept that?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.25.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 898 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z. If I did, I wouldn't be so frikkin poor!!!
Three nights later, Vegeta finally emerged, battered, bruised, and weary from the Gravity Room. His mind was completely empty. As was his stomach... It was his hunger that had brought him out of the pod. He drifted in a haze to the kitchen, raided the fridge of nearly all edible contents that didn't have to be cooked, and plopped down at the kitchen table. Only after downing around a gallon of juice and half a loaf of bread did he notice the sleeping figure across the table from him. Her head was resting on her folded arms. Her hair was rather disheveled. He noticed puffyness around her eyes, and then the small wet spot on her shirtsleeve, just below them. //She's been crying!// He felt a pulling in his chest, the sudden need to comfort her, though she was sleeping. His hand seemed to reach out of it's own accord to brush against her cheek, so gently he barely felt it. She shifted and he yanked his hand away, shoving food in his mouth so she wouldn't suspect anything.
Her eyes fluttered open slowly, and she looked up at the huge pile of food in front of her, and then at the person sitting across the table. And how funny he looked with his cheeks completely stuffed with food. She stifled a chuckle as her eyes lit up. "Vegeta! You came out! Gosh, you must be really hungry..." She stared again at the pile of food.
"It seems you've mastered the art of stating the obvious..." He smirked a bit as her eyes narrowed. It was better to have her miffed and yelling than sad and weeping. "You've been crying... What's the matter?" He spoke in the same cold tone he always used, but his eyes flickered in such a way...
Her eyes widened. //Is he... Concerned??? No, probably just trying to find some other way to make fun of me.// She struggled to speak. "Well... Yamcha and I... We... Broke up." She looked down, starting to tear up again. "It's not that I'm still in love with him, I think we both fell out of love a while ago. We're still friends, thank Kami... It's just... Why am I even telling you this? It's not like you care..." She glared at him challengingly.
His eyes flashed for a brief second with something she'd never seen before. Had she hurt him with that last comment? "I just don't want you so despondent that you can't fix the gravity room if it breaks. That's all."
//Should've known...// Her eyes trailed from his down to his arm, where bright red blood was slowly seeping from a rather large gash. She gave him a quick once-over; he had several smaller cuts from where she could see, along with multiple bruises. He seemed to notice her scrutiny. "Feh, I'm fine, woman. I've gone untreated with wounds ten times worse than this one." She completely ignored him, scuttling over to the sink and bringing out the first aid kit. "I don't need your help."
"I know that," she stated plainly, "but you're going to get it anyways." He huffed, yet for some reason unknown to him, didn't push her away when she began to clean out the wound. She made quick work of dressing the gash, and replaced the first aid kit to its rightful location. She sat back down on her chair and looked down to the table at what had started her crying in the first place. She'd been looking at some old photos, and came across a picture of her and Yamcha, back during the beginning of their relationship. They had been horsing around, and Goku, who had recently discovered what a camera was, snapped a shot of Yamcha with Bulma in a headlock, giving her a noogie. They had been so happy back then. Everything was so simple. Now she was starting to fall for the most complicated person she knew... //Am I falling for him?// She let out a sigh as a tear slid down her cheek. //Why can't it just be simple again?//
Vegeta watched on from behind his mountain of food. //She said she didn't love him anymore, so why is she so distraught? And why do I care?!// "Isn't there something better you could be doing besides crying over that baka weakling?"
She didn't really seem to notice his curtness. She just wanted to enjoy someone... anyone's company. "You know what always cheers me up? Chocolate ice cream!" She smiled weakly and walked over to the freezer.
"Ice cream? What is that?" He knew what chocolate was. That annoying mother of hers had introduced him to the flavor not long after he'd arrived at Capsule Corp. He had to admit, it was the most addictive taste he'd ever encountered. He watched Bulma grab two cartons from the freezer, then two spoons from the silverware drawer. She opened the cartons and sat one down in front of Vegeta, spoon sticking straight out of it. He eyed it cautiously, looking up at her for a cue. She giggled a little, then dug in, letting the ice cream melt on her tongue.
Vegeta took a careful spoonful and placed it in his mouth. It was smooth, creamy, cold, squishy, and chocolaty all at once. His eyes widened and lit up at the wonderful experience. He wasted no time, and soon, half the carton was gone. Vegeta slowed down a little as he felt a sharp pain make its way up to his forehead.
"Don't eat it too fast, you'll get brain freeze!!!" She realized her warning had come too late as Vegeta cradled his throbbing head in his hand. She couldn't help but giggle. "Nothing that good comes without a price." She smiled as she watched him sneer and shake away the brain freeze. She finished her ice cream, and he finished off the rest of his meal in a calm silence. She couldn't really remember if they'd ever been civil to each other for such a long period of time. Soon, though, the silence became torturous. She had to break it somehow. "So... Why were you in there so long, anyways? You could've killed yourself!"
"Not like you would've minded, right?" He smirked, yet his words seemed almost bitter.
Her face reddened. Of course she would've minded! How could he think that? She had to let him know how she felt. "I would've minded a lot! I've put a lot of hard work into that gravity machine so that you can help defeat those androids." She danced around the subject. "You're one of the strongest warriors we've got! We need you! And... I... I care about you. I n-need you..." The words caught in her throat. //Well, there it is... Hope you know what you're doing...//
//NANI!? She needs me?!...// Part of him wanted to run to her, take her in his arms and... well... But the other part of him was furious that she would be so forthcoming. In a flash, Bulma's chair was overturned, and her shoulders were pinned to the wall none too gently by the angry Saiyan Prince. "WHY DO YOU CARE SO MUCH," he shouted. "WHY DON'T YOU FEAR ME?"
She winced a little at his grip on her shoulders, but stared straight into his eyes. "Because I have no reason to."
There was a rumble from deep in his throat that somewhat resembled a growl. "I've killed without mercy, nearly killed your friends, and even on one occasion, threatened your life. Yet you still do not fear me..."
"On Namek... You helped Goku, Gohan, and Krillin. You died fighting that evil tyrant, Frieza. Since you came back to life, you've done nothing to warrant fear. And as for the reason why I care so much... Everyone deserves for someone to care about them. I care about all my friends. And you're my friend..." She trailed off as his grip on her shoulders tightened.
"Hah! The Prince of Saiyans needs no friends. I don't even know the meaning of the word." He sneered at her, yet her face didn't falter.
There was a curious flash in her eyes as she set her jaw. "Then I'll just have to show you." On a whim, her hand shot up and clamped onto the back of Vegeta's neck, pulling his face within millimeters of hers. Instead of a rough deep kiss as she had first intended, she merely brushed her lips up against his in a very chaste yet suggestive manner.
A second ago Vegeta had been angry... Furious at himself for feeling things for her, and at her for voicing her feelings so openly. But now that he was in this situation, he realized that he wanted it... Wanted her... More than he had ever thought possible. He felt as if the only thing keeping him from going everywhere at once was his skin. "So... Do all *friends* do that?" He smirked, still not releasing her shoulders.
Bulma knew he wasn't exactly upset, but was still uncertain as to whether she was pushing things too quickly. The look in his eyes was unreadable. "I'm sorry... Vegeta, I -MMPH-"
He silenced her with his mouth. At first, they just stood there, lips pressed to each other's. Bulma quickly came out of her haze and took the initiative, pulling away slightly, then renewing the kiss with passion, sucking gently on his lower lip and running her fingers through the jet black hair at the base of his skull.
Vegeta felt like he was going to jump out of his skin. His body moved without his mind's consent. His hands trailed down her arms and around to her back, pulling her close so their bodies were flush against each other. He slid his tongue experimentally over her top lip, and gave a muffled noise of surprise when Bulma slid her tongue into his mouth, massaging his tongue with hers. His entire body shuddered with the intensity of the experience. //Mmm... Chocolate ice cream...// He smiled under her mouth as he tasted the remnants of the sugary confection on her tongue and lips. But the underlying taste of *her* was far more addictive than the chocolate...
The kiss seemed to go on forever, but still wasn't long enough. They finally parted for air, both of them breathless and panting. Vegeta nuzzled Bulma's cheek, and pressed his lips to her ear. "So," he breathed out huskily, "your room? Or mine?"
Bulma's eyes went wide. //Earth to Bulma, isn't this a little fast???// Not that she didn't want to, but... "Don't you think it's a little f-f-UNH..." She couldn't think when he started that familiar nibbling on her earlobe. He trailed kisses from her ear, down her jawline, and finally a lingering one on her lips. She managed to make eye contact with him. //Aw, to hell with it!// She took a big breath and nodded. "Your room."
I am SOOOO evil, aren't I?
Three nights later, Vegeta finally emerged, battered, bruised, and weary from the Gravity Room. His mind was completely empty. As was his stomach... It was his hunger that had brought him out of the pod. He drifted in a haze to the kitchen, raided the fridge of nearly all edible contents that didn't have to be cooked, and plopped down at the kitchen table. Only after downing around a gallon of juice and half a loaf of bread did he notice the sleeping figure across the table from him. Her head was resting on her folded arms. Her hair was rather disheveled. He noticed puffyness around her eyes, and then the small wet spot on her shirtsleeve, just below them. //She's been crying!// He felt a pulling in his chest, the sudden need to comfort her, though she was sleeping. His hand seemed to reach out of it's own accord to brush against her cheek, so gently he barely felt it. She shifted and he yanked his hand away, shoving food in his mouth so she wouldn't suspect anything.
Her eyes fluttered open slowly, and she looked up at the huge pile of food in front of her, and then at the person sitting across the table. And how funny he looked with his cheeks completely stuffed with food. She stifled a chuckle as her eyes lit up. "Vegeta! You came out! Gosh, you must be really hungry..." She stared again at the pile of food.
"It seems you've mastered the art of stating the obvious..." He smirked a bit as her eyes narrowed. It was better to have her miffed and yelling than sad and weeping. "You've been crying... What's the matter?" He spoke in the same cold tone he always used, but his eyes flickered in such a way...
Her eyes widened. //Is he... Concerned??? No, probably just trying to find some other way to make fun of me.// She struggled to speak. "Well... Yamcha and I... We... Broke up." She looked down, starting to tear up again. "It's not that I'm still in love with him, I think we both fell out of love a while ago. We're still friends, thank Kami... It's just... Why am I even telling you this? It's not like you care..." She glared at him challengingly.
His eyes flashed for a brief second with something she'd never seen before. Had she hurt him with that last comment? "I just don't want you so despondent that you can't fix the gravity room if it breaks. That's all."
//Should've known...// Her eyes trailed from his down to his arm, where bright red blood was slowly seeping from a rather large gash. She gave him a quick once-over; he had several smaller cuts from where she could see, along with multiple bruises. He seemed to notice her scrutiny. "Feh, I'm fine, woman. I've gone untreated with wounds ten times worse than this one." She completely ignored him, scuttling over to the sink and bringing out the first aid kit. "I don't need your help."
"I know that," she stated plainly, "but you're going to get it anyways." He huffed, yet for some reason unknown to him, didn't push her away when she began to clean out the wound. She made quick work of dressing the gash, and replaced the first aid kit to its rightful location. She sat back down on her chair and looked down to the table at what had started her crying in the first place. She'd been looking at some old photos, and came across a picture of her and Yamcha, back during the beginning of their relationship. They had been horsing around, and Goku, who had recently discovered what a camera was, snapped a shot of Yamcha with Bulma in a headlock, giving her a noogie. They had been so happy back then. Everything was so simple. Now she was starting to fall for the most complicated person she knew... //Am I falling for him?// She let out a sigh as a tear slid down her cheek. //Why can't it just be simple again?//
Vegeta watched on from behind his mountain of food. //She said she didn't love him anymore, so why is she so distraught? And why do I care?!// "Isn't there something better you could be doing besides crying over that baka weakling?"
She didn't really seem to notice his curtness. She just wanted to enjoy someone... anyone's company. "You know what always cheers me up? Chocolate ice cream!" She smiled weakly and walked over to the freezer.
"Ice cream? What is that?" He knew what chocolate was. That annoying mother of hers had introduced him to the flavor not long after he'd arrived at Capsule Corp. He had to admit, it was the most addictive taste he'd ever encountered. He watched Bulma grab two cartons from the freezer, then two spoons from the silverware drawer. She opened the cartons and sat one down in front of Vegeta, spoon sticking straight out of it. He eyed it cautiously, looking up at her for a cue. She giggled a little, then dug in, letting the ice cream melt on her tongue.
Vegeta took a careful spoonful and placed it in his mouth. It was smooth, creamy, cold, squishy, and chocolaty all at once. His eyes widened and lit up at the wonderful experience. He wasted no time, and soon, half the carton was gone. Vegeta slowed down a little as he felt a sharp pain make its way up to his forehead.
"Don't eat it too fast, you'll get brain freeze!!!" She realized her warning had come too late as Vegeta cradled his throbbing head in his hand. She couldn't help but giggle. "Nothing that good comes without a price." She smiled as she watched him sneer and shake away the brain freeze. She finished her ice cream, and he finished off the rest of his meal in a calm silence. She couldn't really remember if they'd ever been civil to each other for such a long period of time. Soon, though, the silence became torturous. She had to break it somehow. "So... Why were you in there so long, anyways? You could've killed yourself!"
"Not like you would've minded, right?" He smirked, yet his words seemed almost bitter.
Her face reddened. Of course she would've minded! How could he think that? She had to let him know how she felt. "I would've minded a lot! I've put a lot of hard work into that gravity machine so that you can help defeat those androids." She danced around the subject. "You're one of the strongest warriors we've got! We need you! And... I... I care about you. I n-need you..." The words caught in her throat. //Well, there it is... Hope you know what you're doing...//
//NANI!? She needs me?!...// Part of him wanted to run to her, take her in his arms and... well... But the other part of him was furious that she would be so forthcoming. In a flash, Bulma's chair was overturned, and her shoulders were pinned to the wall none too gently by the angry Saiyan Prince. "WHY DO YOU CARE SO MUCH," he shouted. "WHY DON'T YOU FEAR ME?"
She winced a little at his grip on her shoulders, but stared straight into his eyes. "Because I have no reason to."
There was a rumble from deep in his throat that somewhat resembled a growl. "I've killed without mercy, nearly killed your friends, and even on one occasion, threatened your life. Yet you still do not fear me..."
"On Namek... You helped Goku, Gohan, and Krillin. You died fighting that evil tyrant, Frieza. Since you came back to life, you've done nothing to warrant fear. And as for the reason why I care so much... Everyone deserves for someone to care about them. I care about all my friends. And you're my friend..." She trailed off as his grip on her shoulders tightened.
"Hah! The Prince of Saiyans needs no friends. I don't even know the meaning of the word." He sneered at her, yet her face didn't falter.
There was a curious flash in her eyes as she set her jaw. "Then I'll just have to show you." On a whim, her hand shot up and clamped onto the back of Vegeta's neck, pulling his face within millimeters of hers. Instead of a rough deep kiss as she had first intended, she merely brushed her lips up against his in a very chaste yet suggestive manner.
A second ago Vegeta had been angry... Furious at himself for feeling things for her, and at her for voicing her feelings so openly. But now that he was in this situation, he realized that he wanted it... Wanted her... More than he had ever thought possible. He felt as if the only thing keeping him from going everywhere at once was his skin. "So... Do all *friends* do that?" He smirked, still not releasing her shoulders.
Bulma knew he wasn't exactly upset, but was still uncertain as to whether she was pushing things too quickly. The look in his eyes was unreadable. "I'm sorry... Vegeta, I -MMPH-"
He silenced her with his mouth. At first, they just stood there, lips pressed to each other's. Bulma quickly came out of her haze and took the initiative, pulling away slightly, then renewing the kiss with passion, sucking gently on his lower lip and running her fingers through the jet black hair at the base of his skull.
Vegeta felt like he was going to jump out of his skin. His body moved without his mind's consent. His hands trailed down her arms and around to her back, pulling her close so their bodies were flush against each other. He slid his tongue experimentally over her top lip, and gave a muffled noise of surprise when Bulma slid her tongue into his mouth, massaging his tongue with hers. His entire body shuddered with the intensity of the experience. //Mmm... Chocolate ice cream...// He smiled under her mouth as he tasted the remnants of the sugary confection on her tongue and lips. But the underlying taste of *her* was far more addictive than the chocolate...
The kiss seemed to go on forever, but still wasn't long enough. They finally parted for air, both of them breathless and panting. Vegeta nuzzled Bulma's cheek, and pressed his lips to her ear. "So," he breathed out huskily, "your room? Or mine?"
Bulma's eyes went wide. //Earth to Bulma, isn't this a little fast???// Not that she didn't want to, but... "Don't you think it's a little f-f-UNH..." She couldn't think when he started that familiar nibbling on her earlobe. He trailed kisses from her ear, down her jawline, and finally a lingering one on her lips. She managed to make eye contact with him. //Aw, to hell with it!// She took a big breath and nodded. "Your room."
I am SOOOO evil, aren't I?