Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ DBA ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter 4

Vegita stepped out of the space pod that brought him to Earth, and gazed around. Another beautiful day. How he hated it.

"Vegita!"

Vegita looked to the left. There was Bulma, running up to him. She stopped when she got to him, out of breath. "Boy," she huffed, "I need to excersize more!"

Vegita waited for Bulma to compose herself before asking, "What are you doing here?"

"I just want to apologize about last night," said Bulma. "I was just so worked up and everything, you were the only person I could call. And . . . I wanted to say thank you."

Vegita smirked. "That's all?"

Bulma suddenly noticed the bandage around his head. "Oh Kami, Vegita! What happened?!" she cried, reaching out to touch it.

Vegita quickly grabbed her hand before it could make contact with his head, glaring at her. "Nothing," he replied huskily. "Just fighting."

Bulma nodded, slowly taking her hand back. "Well it doesn't look like you did a very good job wrapping it," she commented. "Why don't we go up to your place and-"

"NO!" Vegita hollared, interrupting Bulma.

"Well gee Vegita, I was just gonna volunteer to fix it up for you. You don't have to go all nuclear on me!"

Vegita, now very anxious to leave, grabbed Bulma's hand and pulled her along. "Come on," he mumbled, "don't wanna be late for school."

"Don't wanna be late?!" Bulma cried. "Vegita, you're ALWAYS late!" She took his hand with the both of hers, pulling. Miraculously, he stopped.

"Come on, you don't want it to get infected," Bulma continued. "And it will only take a seccond!"

"Woman, you're NOT going into my house!" Vegita hissed.

"Fine then. We'll go into mine."

"Ok, this won't hurt . . . much." Bulma said as she held up a swab to Vegita's wound.

Vegita was so occupied gazing around Bulma's huge house he didn't even notice the thing when it touched his skin. His eyes just seemed to drift off into space.

"Well you're much better than Son-kun," Bulma commented.

"Who?" Vegita asked, prooving that his mind wasn't completely elsewhere.

"Goku," Bulma answered. "He's impossible! Whenever madicine even TOUCHES his wound he gets into hysterics. And shots - I don't even want to GO there!"

Vegita couldn't help but stiffle a laugh. "Oh really?"

Bulma nodded. "Well, there you go," she announced. "Good thing it wasn't infected." While she talked she tied a new bandage around the wound tightly. "Just try to settle down on the fighting, ok? You don't have to kill your opponent to win, you know."

"Whatever."

Bulma grabbed Vegita's shoulder, when she noticed him wince. "Do you have another injury?" she asked, releasing her hand from his shoulder.

Vegita hesitated to tell her at first, but finally reluctantly nodded. He slowly pulled off his shirt, revealing a large bandage wrapped around his shoulder.

Bulma slowly unwraped it, and gasped. "Vegita?! How did you get this?!" she demanded.

"Fighting," Vegita mumbled simply.

Bulma turned to face Vegita. "Don't lie to me!" she hissed. "This couldn't have been caused by battle!"

Sneering, Vegita put his shirt back on. "Well it was."

"What the Hell happend?!" Bulma yelled, now standing up. "HUH?!"

"I told you woman it-"

Bulma twisted Vegita around to face her, grabbing his face to look directly into hers. For a while, the two just stood there, staring each other down. Then finally, Vegita spoke, his voice comming out raspy and demanding. "Let me go woman."

"No."

Once again, silence.

"Eigu ga wakarismasu ka?!" Vegita yelled. "I said let me go!" With that, Vegita grabbed his arm back, freeing himself, but with other consequences. "AAAHHH!!" he cried out in pain, grasping his throbbing wound tightly. "Damn you woman! It's none of your damned business how the hell I got this! You-"

"YOU should be in the hospital!" Bulma retorted.

Vegita, now able to compose himself, stood up strait and tall. "Better go woman," he ordered. "You don't want to be late."

"Forget it, I'll just skip school," Bulma answered quickly.

Once again, the dreaded silence.

"Well it's not like I'm in a hurry to see Yamcha anyway," Bulma broke the silence. She walked to the back of Vegita and put her hands on his shoulders. "Here." With that, she began to massage.

Vegita groaned in pure pleasure as Bulma worked her magic, slowly making his way to the bed and sitting down. He rolled his shoulders about as Bulma worked, nothing but pleasurable sounds escaping his lips.

Bulma, smirking, looked down at her drawer. There on her table was a shot she had reserved for emergencies. She took in in her hand . . . then pricked Vegita's back.

Vegita shot up suddenly, glaring down at Bulma, needle still in her hand, a shocked look on his and her face. "Damnit, woman, what the hell did you do to me?!" he hollared.

Bulma stood up, facing the angered Prince. "I've given you a drug," she explained simply. "It will put you to sleep so maybe I can fix that wound of yours. You stubborn onore!"

Vegita smirked, his eyeslids now sagging. "I woulda let you fix it anyway . . . you know . . ." he said before he passed out on her bed.

When Vegita awoke, he found that his wound hurt even more than before. 'Damn woman,' he thought. 'What the hell did she do to me?!' Grudgingly, he sat up in bed, his eyes peering over to the clock beside his bed. It's bright light shone 3:12 P.M. Vegita's eyes widened in shock.

Just then, his Saiyan ears picked up some fighting comming from downstairs.

As Vegita walked down the steps, he was shocked at what he saw. There was Yamcha swaying about in a drunken state, a bottle of beer in his hand. Bulma was standing by him, yelling at him, a furious look on her face. He couldn't help but eavesdrop.

"I can't believe you Yamcha!" Bulma yelled. "First you sleep with another woman, then-"

"Awe Bulma," Yamcha slurred. "Said I'm soooory . . . and sides', we isn't sleepin' mosta the time!"

Bulma screamed, startling Vegita. "How DARE you, Yamcha!"

"Hey shuddup n gimmie a kiss." Yamcha staggered over to Bulma, but Bulma stepped back. "No Yamcha!" she spat.

"I said commmer!" Yamcha yelled furiously, grabbing Bulma's wrist and squeezing it tight.

Bulma cried out, tears welling up in her eyes. "Yamcha, let me go, you're hurting me!" she wailed.

"Let her go."

Yamcha and Bulma looked up at the stairs at Vegita. Vegita was glaring daggers at Yamcha.

Yamcha turned back to Bulma. "So you've been cheetin' on me?!" he scolded. "Slut!" With that, he brought his hand up and struck it at Bulma.

Bulma screamed and recoiled, shaking, but suddenly looked up when she realized she hand't been hit. There, to her shock, was Vegita, grabbing Yamcha's arm.

Yamcha let go of Bulma and turned to Vegita. "So ya playboy," he sneered. "You like this little whore?"

Faster than you could blink, Vegita sent Yamcha crashing through the wall of Capsule Corp. He then walked throught the hole and glared down at Yamcha who was sprawled across the ground, trying to get up. Vegita grabbed him by his collar and lifted him up, then aimed his hand back. He was about to strike when suddenly-

"Vegita, no!" Bulma grabbed his arm, pleading. "Don't kill him! Vegita, please! He's drunk, he doesn't know what he's saying! Please!"

Growling, Vegita lowered his hand. "Fine," he replied, but not before kicking Yamcha in the ribs, sending him crasing into a tree.

"Better go home!" Vegita hollared. "Before you REALLY piss me off!"

Bulma slowly lowered to her knees, tears pouring down her face, sobbing. Vegita knelt next to her. Suddenly, without warning, Bulma threw her arms around Vegita's neck, now crying hysterically. Vegita jumped a bit at her sudden outburst, but then slowly wrapped an arm around her.

"Thank you, Vegita," Bulma sobbed. "Thank you . . . thank you . . ."

Sniffing, she looked up at Vegita, gazing into his eyes. His eyes fell onto hers, and the two seemed to stare hypnotically into one another's eyes.

"He's the only one I have . . ." Bulma sobbed.

Vegita shook his head. "You're not going back to him," he almost ordered.

"But today was just accident," Bulma tried to reason more with herself than to Vegita. "He was just drunk, it's not his fault . . . I have no one else."

Vegita slowly took her chin in his hand, then lifted it to his face. There he brushed his lower lip with her upper one. Bulma looked up, surprised. Vegita then lowered in, and took her lips with his. Bulma felt his touge in her mouth, and pulled away, giggling.

And she smiled devilishly.

The door to Bulma's room slammed open, and Bulma and Vegita stepped in, their lips locked. The two made their way to the bed in a dancing, playful way, meanwhile removing each other's cloths.

Bulma lifted Vegita's shirt off, and Vegita compiled by lifting up his arms. When the shirt became caught between their lips, Vegita scowled. Refusing to let their lips part, he ripped his shirt off and tossed it mindlessly to the floor. Bulma giggled at this motion, her lips still glued to Vegita's, and began to move backwards to the bed. She then fell onto it, letting Vegita fall with her. Bulma playfully wrapped her arms around Vegita neck.

"I need to breathe," Bulma mumbled through Vegita's mouth.

"Who needs to breathe?" Vegita mumbled back.

Bulma seperated their kiss, happily breathing in the fresh air. Vegita licked his lips in approval. "Tasty," he commented.

Bulma leaned back in the bed, looking up at Vegita sexily, her legs still wrapped tightly around his neck. Vegita leaned in between Bulma's legs, sniffing, his breath tickling her pubic hairs which where open to the world through her skirt. Vegita then leaned up to Bulma's face, kissing her, his lips burning deep into hers. Slowly his hands made their way down her skirt and he slowly began to peel it off.

"BULMA HONEY, WE'RE HOME!"

Bulma quickly shot up, knocking Vegita off her. He felt on the floor with a loud 'THUD!'

"BULMA, ARE YOU OK?!" Bulma's mother hollared from downstairs.

"Oh my Kami, oh kuso, kuso, kuso!" Bulma cried out, running everywhere in hysterics.

Vegita stood up, cursing under his breath.

Bulma quickly began to push Vegita backwards. "You have to get out of here!" she yelled. "Oh Kami, oh Kami, oh Kami!"

"Woman you-" Vegita was interrupted as Bulma pushed him out the window. Vegita flipped once and then stopped in mid-air, looking up at the window. 'Lucky for her I can fly,' he thought. And then his shirt came flying out the window and landed on his head.

To be continued…