Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Closer ❯ Help Me Get Away From Myself ( Chapter 2 )

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Warning: Yes, there is a lemon in this chapter … but nothing too `out there.'

Closer

Chapter 2

~~*Help me I broke apart my insides,

Help me I've got no soul to sell

Help me the only thing that works for me,

Help me get away from myself*~~

"Vulgar Woman." The hushed words exited Vegeta's mouth upon a hurried intake of breath as he stared at her with wide eyes.

Bulma grinned. She knew he wasn't completely oblivious to her. He might act like an asshole and ignore her half the time, but she always knew when his gaze turned to her when he thought she wasn't looking. She could feel the trail of blazing heat his burning gaze left as it raked over her luscious curves. She knew he wanted her.

It was only a matter of time before she reeled him in and made him her lover.

Since she'd dumped Yamcha three months ago, her love life had consisted of a string of broken promises and one-night stands. For some reason, she hadn't been able to stay with one man long enough before another one caught her eye. For most of her life she'd only had one lover, and now that she was free she chose to bask in the male attention she had been shunning for the sake of fidelity.

Through it all, though, her roving eye had remained firmly locked on Vegeta. She wanted him. And when Bulma Briefs wanted something, she got it-no matter what the consequences.

"Like what you see?" she purred as she slowly turned her body around, giving him a view of her deliciously rounded bottom. She had bought the lacy red bra and thong just this morning, minutes after she decided that today would be the day she made Vegeta her lover. The tiny scraps of fabric barely covered anything at all. She knew he wouldn't be able to resist her.

No man could resist her.

So she had pranced into his room wearing nothing but two flimsy scraps of lace, catching him by surprise. And if the look on his face was any indication, her seduction would soon be complete.

His jaw clenched as he stared at her. "I see nothing of interest." The words were harsh, ripped from his gut.

She knew they were false words meant to dissuade her.

But Bulma Briefs always got her man.

She moved forward slowly, swaying her hips seductively, enticingly. He stood still, not moving a single muscle.

"You're sure?" she asked as she reached him. She reached up and placed her hand on his cheek. "Because I'm very interested in what I'm looking at right now." He still didn't move, though his eyes watched her warily. Taking matters into her own hands, she pressed her scantily clad body up against his. All he wore were a pair of spandex shorts for training which exposed his upper body to her ravenous desires, allowing her to feel her flesh pressing against his smooth, hard, muscular flesh.

She could feel his hardness eagerly pushing into the soft skin of her belly. She gave the object of her affection a wicked smile beneath half-lidded eyes. "So you're not interested, hmm?"

A small growl escaped his throat, but still he did not move. Bulma moved her hand in between their bodies and dipped it inside his spandex shorts. He let out a shocked gasp as her fingers closed tightly around his throbbing manhood. The expression on his face as she began to kneed his most sensitive flesh was priceless.

She leaned up on tiptoe to gently bite his earlobe as her hand continued its ministrations. "Tell me you want me," she whispered to him. Her hand slowly felt its way down his body to join the other one inside his shorts. Using both hands upon him, she varied the sensations she gave him, increasing his pleasure.

He let out an unconscious groan before glaring at her. "Never," he growled lowly in response to her previous question.

Her ministrations stopped. She removed her hands from his shorts and looked up at him innocently. His eyes clenched shut with unfulfilled desire and his chest rose and fell quickly in short breaths necessitated by his arousal.

"Too bad," she murmured. "We could've been great together." She turned to leave, having a great deal of trouble hiding the wicked grin on her face.

His hand on her arm stopped her movements. Moments later she found herself lying on her back on his bed, the Saiyan Prince hovering above her, revulsion evident in his eyes.

"I hate you," he growled as he claimed her mouth with his own.

"I don't care," she replied against his lips, arching her hips to meet his.

Involuntarily his body responded, rubbing his spandex-covered erection against her pelvis. Bulma's moan caught in his mouth as she ran her hands up and down his arms, feeling the smooth muscles of his biceps contracting beneath her wandering fingers. She spread her legs as wide as she could and continued rubbing her softness against his hardness. He groaned, still holding back, refusing to succumb to the pleasure. His mouth attacked hers with a kind of desperate greed she had never felt before. It was as though he wanted this to happen between them more than he'd ever wanted anything else, yet he was afraid.

Vegeta … afraid?

His mouth left hers to lick and suck at her neck. He soon found the sensitive spot beneath her ear that made her moan loudly with passion as her fingernails dug into the sweaty muscles of his back and her entire body clenched with pleasure.

He growled against her soft skin, fisting his hands in her hair as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, his hips bucking against hers, his erection rubbing pleasurably against her.

Bulma soon grew impatient with this foreplay; she wanted skin touching skin, everywhere. She wanted to feel him inside her. She realized, in the moment that her hands flew to the waistband of his shorts and slowly began lowering the material, that she was in love with him. This wasn't just some mindless coupling, a simple bout of casual sex; this was love.

All these long months she had come to know him. She had managed to see behind the tough façade that he had put up as a barrier to the man beneath. And as she learned more about him, day by day she had grown a little bit more in love. It had been a gradual thing, like the blossoming of a flower in spring time, yet over before she knew it. One moment the flower had been just a tiny bud, on the verge of spreading itself open to the world; the next, the flower was open and brilliant, there for all to see.

Her need for him was far more than physical. She found herself sad and bored when he was out training in the gravity room. She had begun looking forward to their rousing arguments, no matter how volatile they got. She reveled in their verbal spars, in making his face flush with anger as he snarled curses at her. She reveled in the fact that this man, one of the strongest, couldn't so much as lay a finger on her.

She knew in her heart that he would never harm her.

She felt his strong body tremble against her. He seemed so unsure, so inexperienced. Suddenly, she knew: He was a virgin. She didn't know how she knew; the knowledge simply appeared in her brain, showing her the obvious. No wonder he had been ignoring all her `come hither' signals over the past few months. He had never had a lover before, and didn't know all the subtle hints that a woman gave to the man she wanted to occupy her bed.

Bulma smiled. He was so very innocent-and she had so much to teach him. She couldn't wait.

She slipped the shorts off his body, revealing every single glorious inch of his naked form to her ravenous gaze. Gently pushing the unresisting Saiyan onto his back, she met his eyes with her own. His were so unsure, clouded with confusion. He had no idea what to do. Bulma reached behind herself and slowly undid her lacy red bra, hook by hook.

Vegeta's eyes widened as the flimsy scrap of material covering her breasts slowly fell away. He stared at her round beauties like Goku at a table filled with food. Bending over her lover, Bulma placed her hard, pouting nipple against his lips. A quick learner, Vegeta's mouth latched on and he began to suckle.

Bulma gasped as pleasure shot through her body, electrifying her veins. She shuddered, grabbing onto his strong arms to hold herself up. No matter how much she squirmed or moaned, Vegeta refused to let up on his ministrations. His tongue caressed the pretty pink bud even as his teeth nipped at it, making her entire body react with joy.

"Vegeta," she moaned. It had never been like this before; not with Yamcha, not with any of his replacements. Perhaps her mother had been right; making love was so much better with someone that you truly love.

A moment later she was on her back again, and Vegeta switched to her other breast. As his mouth clamped around her nipple, one of his hands tore the lace from between her legs.

Bulma didn't even notice.

When he spread her legs and placed himself between them, positioning himself at the brink of her entrance, however, she couldn't help but notice. He hesitated, unsure of his actions in spite of the animal instinct that had taken over his body and mind.

Rolling him onto his back again, Bulma straddled him and, tired of waiting, plunged down onto his rigid length. His intake of breath and wide, startled eyes gave her a pleasure unlike any she had ever known. When she began to move atop him, lifting herself up and then plunging back down, his eyes drifted shut and look of pure pleasure crept over his face. Bulma placed her hands on his muscular chest and leaned forward, placing a small, chaste kiss upon his lips as she moved up and down on his shaft.

She had never been happier than she was in this moment; she was one with him. Him. The man she loved.

The man she would always love.

Moments later she felt his climax begin inside her, triggering her own. She cried out his name; he kept his mouth shut, although the strain on his face made evident the supreme effort it took for him to restrain himself.

Keeping him inside her, Bulma let her body drift down until her full length lay atop him, her cheek pillowed on his shoulder, her stomach pressing gently against his, and her hand running slowly up and down his arm.

She smiled to herself. Even though their interlude had been short and he had ejaculated far sooner than most men she had been with, she attributed this to his inexperience. It didn't matter, anyway-he had just given her the most wonderful orgasm of her entire life. Sharp and brilliant, soothing and peaceful, all at the same time. Her body felt so relaxed and wonderful as she lay against him, reveling in the afterglow of pleasure. She wondered if he felt the same, but she suddenly became shy, unable to speak and ruin the quiet peace of this beautiful moment. Two souls, joined for a single moment in time, had become separate beings once again. How would he respond to what had just happened between them? Would their relationship change now that they had had sex-or would he assume it was a one-time thing and go back to the way everything had been before?

She was too scared to find out.

In the end, it was Vegeta who broke the silence.

"You don't know what you have just done, Woman," he whispered softly. His voice sounded almost sad-but he couldn't possible be sad after what had just happened between them!

Could he?

"Vegeta?" she asked, placing a hand on his cheek and turning his head to face her as she lifted herself onto her elbows. "What do you mean? It's not what I've just done-it's what we've just done." She bestowed a gentle smile upon him.

He scowled at her and turned his face away. "You wouldn't understand, Woman." He turned his back on her and muttered beneath his breath, "Just leave me alone."

Bulma stared at his back in horror. He hadn't just done that. He couldn't have just rejected her. No, it was impossible. He'd never do that. He couldn't have just thrown her love back in her face. No.

"Vegeta," she whispered shakily. "Tell me you don't mean it. Please." Tears welled up in her eyes and her breath caught in her throat. Everything was going horribly wrong.

"Go away."

That was it. No "I'm sorry, Bulma," or "It just wouldn't work out, Bulma," or anything like that. Just "Go away."

It was the final blow. There was only so much a woman could take from a man, even one that she loved. Standing, naked, not even bothering to cover her body with a sheet, she spoke to his back.

"If you want me to go, I'll go," she said softly. "If you change your mind, you know where to find me." She turned and walked through the doorway, pausing only a moment to say over her shoulder, "but don't take too long. I won't wait for you forever." Without another word, she left him alone in his room, brooding over what had just occurred between them.

If only she had known then what she knew now; she never would have left him alone that night.

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A/N: Damn, that was sad. It wasn't supposed to be sad, it just happened that way! But don't worry … things will get better. Eventually.

Next Time: It's the morning after … and Vegeta introduces Bulma to some creative uses for a common household object! ^.~

Love, Tina