Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Decoding the Saiyan ❯ Nap ( Chapter 10 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z.

A/N: The soundtrack to the second half of this chapter is the song `Blackout' by Muse. I highly recommend playing it in the background while you read that section :) The prompt for this chapter was `nap' from the Earth Customs Challenge on the Blue & Black livejournal community.

Be warned, this is another M rated chapter. It wasn't NC-17 in my opinion, so I've left it as it is on both fanfiction(dot)net and mediaminer(dot)org.

Nap

She stood at the edge of the rooftop, looking down at the city lights that sparkled in the dark streets far below. The wind was cold and bit at her skin, howling as it tugged at tendrils of her hair before whipping them back into her eyes.

She was afraid. She had spent years and years flying planes, but standing here, alone on the edge, she was afraid of falling. Forty storeys high meant that the ground was a long way down, and in her head she knew that if she fell she would not survive.

Sirens rang out below. She gulped, and wondered how the hell she had ended up here, anyway. Hadn't she just been sitting in her office, snug and warm and away from the cold wind? Looking down at herself, she gasped, noticing for the first time that she was naked. She began to panic, wondering if paparazzi would snap her, standing naked on the edge of Capsule Corp HQ. What would the world say about her now?

She wanted to step back, to get back to the safety of her office, but her feet were glued to the spot. She felt herself wavering in the wind, felt the tears running down her cheeks and the panicked gasps rising in her chest. “Help!” she cried. “I'm trapped! I'm scared!”

“Woman,” a voice whispered from somewhere behind her. She tried to turn, but couldn't, and a sob rose in her throat.

“Vegeta!” she cried. “Help me! I don't want to die!”

“Then why are you standing on the edge, woman?” he asked, suddenly floating in front of her. His eyes glowed in the moonlight, his teeth flashed, sharp and white. “If you put yourself in a dangerous situation such as this, you should expect the consequences that will follow,” he told her seriously.

“But I don't know how I got here!” she yelled above the howling wind. It was so strong now that it pushed her further over the ledge, and she whimpered.

“You do, woman,” Vegeta replied, hovering in the air. He was so close she could almost touch him. She reached out, trying desperately to reach his warm skin. She was so cold.

“This is your choice,” Vegeta told her, moving further away.

“No!” she shrieked. “Vegeta! If I fall, will you catch me?”

“No.”

“But I love you!” she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Vegeta flew forward once more, close enough to touch. She placed her hands on his bare chest, leaning into his warmth, sighing as his arms wrapped around her.

“I knew you would save me,” she told him, smiling up at his face as his feet touched down on the roof beside her own.

He glared back at her, his eyes glowing red and his teeth growing sharper, longer. “No!” he growled, his lips pulled back in a horrid snarl, “I will not!”

His hands shoved hard at her back, pushing her over the edge. Over her own screams she could hear his maniacal laughter as the ground rushed closer and closer -

Bulma gasped, jerking awake, her heartbeat thudding in her ears at a frantic place. Disorientated, it took her a moment to realise where she was- lying on the ottoman in her office- and what she had been doing- taking a nap on her lunch break. Still feeling shaken- she hated those dreams where she fell from high places- she brought a hand to her face, and was surprised to find that it was wet with tears.

Rain poured and thunder boomed outside as she stood, glancing at the clock on the wall. Pushing all thoughts of her dream aside, she sat back at her desk, forcing herself to work the afternoon away.

.

The rain was still pouring when she parked her car outside the Capsule Corp compound. Staring out the window, she slumped back in her seat, feeling too drained to get out and make a run for the shelter of her home.

She watched as fat raindrops rolled down the windowpane, thinking about her odd, disturbing dream. She knew better than to put a great deal of meaning into a stupid nightmare, and yet she couldn't shake the feeling of dread in her gut. Vegeta's hands on her back, pushing her off the building, replayed in her head, and she shivered. He would never do that to her, she was sure of it. He would never harm her, and yet…

He had harmed many, so many, in his lifetime.

She took a single, deep breath, pushing the air back out her nose with a huff. The windows were beginning to fog, obscuring the grey world outside.

Would Vegeta save me, if I fell?

The question taunted her, sent chills running up her spine and left her feeling restless. She shook her head, wondering what had become of her, for now she was tied in knots over a man who showed her so little affection in return.

She lifted a finger to the fogged windowpane, slowly drawing a sad face in the glass. Her eyes focused on the capsule ship, standing alone on the lawn, and her chest twisted painfully.

She opened the car door quickly, slamming it shut behind her. She ignored the rain, letting it soak through her clothes as she walked across the grass to the ship. Her heels sunk into the grass, and she kicked them off, opting to walk barefoot through the mud. By the time she reached the ship's door her hair hung limp, dripping with moisture, but she didn't care.

The door began to open as she lifted her fist to knock. She threw herself at Vegeta as soon as he came into view, crushing her cold lips against his warm mouth. He responded quickly, his strong arms pulling her flush against him as his tongue slipped between her parted lips, his erection already pressing hard against her thigh.

She shivered against him, allowing him to pull off her drenched clothing. The door of the ship, set on automatic timer, slipped closed with a hiss as her bra fell to the floor, followed quickly by their remaining pieces of clothing. They fell to the floor too, ending up on their knees. Vegeta's large hands gripped her waist, lifting her slightly, positioning herself against him so that with one slow push, he slid within her easily. She hissed in his ear as he sat back on his legs, her own legs straddling his lap as they rocked together slowly.

“Look at me,” she demanded, her hands tangling in his hair. His eyes slid to meet hers, his pupils, just a shade darker than his black irises, visible in the fluorescent light of the ship.

She kissed him then, throwing as much passion, as much love as she could into her movements. She stroked his face, his neck, his chest and body, her eyes never leaving his as he moved within her. It was her final undoing; her acceptance that she had given up. She had fallen in love with this man, she realised. She loved him more, more than she had loved anything else before.

She buried her face in his neck, clutching onto him for dear life. Her eyes burnt with tears that threatened to burst free, and her heart ached in her chest. She was terrified of her feelings for him, simply because they were so strong, and things between them were so uncertain.

“Vegeta,” she whispered in his ear, moaning as he shifted again, sending tendrils of pleasure up her spine. “Vegeta!”

The rain battered heavily against the ship, the storm outside growing. She ignored it, ignored everything apart from him. He filled her senses with his smell, his taste, his touch, and his voice. She bent her head back, forcing him to look at her, to watch her as they writhed together.

“Vegeta!” she cried. Love me. Love me!

He kissed her fiercely, muffling her shrieks of pleasure, groaning into her mouth has he too came undone.

Love me as I love you, she begged silently, her head pressed against his shoulder.