Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Decoding the Saiyan ❯ Cuddling ( Chapter 14 )

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A/N: The prompt for this chapter was `cuddling' from the Earth Customs Challenge. I just want to thank everyone who has reviewed so far. I really appreciate all your comments :)

Cuddling

The sun hung low in the sky, and its rays shone gently through the pale mesh curtains that adorned Bulma's balcony doors, bathing her bedroom in a warm, golden glow. The curtains themselves shifted in the breeze, and Bulma felt thankful for the fact that the worst of summer was already past. Now that she was pregnant, she seemed to feel everything more, including the heat.

“I just had to get pregnant in the year with the highest recorded humidity in West City's history,” she grumbled, shifting into a more comfortable position on her bed. She heard a snort in reply from behind her.

“For once I agree with you woman,” Vegeta said, his voice sounding both more relaxed and huskier than usual. “This planet is foul.”

“It is not,” she laughed breathlessly, her bare skin prickling as Vegeta drew a path down her spine with his finger. She lay on her side, running her hand over the round, growing bump of her belly, still unable to fathom that in less than four months she would have a living, breathing baby in her arms. She sighed in contentment and smiled against her pillow, feeling more than a little satiated by the events of the last hour.

The bed dipped under her as Vegeta shifted closer still, wrapping his naked body around hers. She sighed again, shifting further back into him in order to enjoy the rare sensation of him spooning her. Turning her head, she smiled against his mouth as his lips met her halfway in a slow, languorous kiss that she broke only when her neck began to feel sore from the movement.

“Mmmm,” she breathed, nestling her head back into her pillow. “I feel good.”

Vegeta's hand continued where it had left off, tracing paths up and down her body and over her swollen breasts before skimming down her side and over her hips, his fingers dipping expertly between her legs, and then further, between her sensitive folds. She groaned, shifting against him, and heard him sigh behind her ear as he pulled his hand away. She pouted as the bed shifted once more, watching him as he as he rose to a sitting position.

“Don't go yet,” she moaned, grabbing at the one part of his anatomy that was bound to make him pause. He grunted in surprise, and she laughed, delighted to have caught him off guard.

“Unlike some people, I have something important to do,” he told her with a sneer, grabbing at her wrist and disengaging her fingers from himself.

“Oh, loosen up!” she replied, rolling her eyes and pushing at his thigh playfully. “You know there isn't any harm in cuddling every once in a while, Vegeta.”

His snort of disgust had her smiling. “You are insane, woman, and completely delusional,” he quipped, climbing off the bed and reaching for his clothes. She watching him appreciatively, memorising the way his muscles shifted under his bronze skin, her eyes lingering on his ass.

It was at that moment that someone nudged her, and she hummed with pure joy, amazed as always by the life growing inside her. “Vegeta, come here,” she whispered, as if speaking too loudly would halt the movements within her body, and smoothed a hand down over the curve of her belly. On cue, she felt an answering nudge against the palm of her hand.

She glanced quickly back up at Vegeta, before focusing on her stomach once more. “Quickly!” she whispered urgently. “You'll miss it! He's kicking! The movements are stronger this time, too.”

In her excitement she almost missed the odd mood rolling off Vegeta. His silence, however, made her look up once more, to see him staring at her belly with an undecipherable expression on his face.

“Vegeta -”

“I have training to do, woman,” he spoke flatly, pulling the new armour she had made for him over his torso.

“Oh come on,” she grumbled, pushing herself off the bed, dragging a bed sheet with her as a makeshift robe. “Don't you want to feel your little Super Saiyan practice his kicks?”

She realised, however, that she had said the wrong thing. Vegeta's glare was dark, and his lips curled back in a vicious snarl. “The legendary transformation of the Saiyan race is not something to joke about, you stupid bitch!” he growled, his fists clenching in anger.

She frowned, her gut twisting as her own anger rose. “How dare-”

“Your foetus means nothing to me!” he hissed, cutting her off. “Do not presume to order me, the Prince of Saiyans, around!” He turned abruptly, storming out of the room. She followed hot on his heels, stopping outside the entrance to her room.

“I wasn't, you pig-headed jerk!” she screamed down the hall, watching his retreating form as she clutched the bed sheet to her chest. She retreated back into her room, slamming the door behind her, though it did little to abate the anger that now roiled in her gut.

“Stupid dick,” she muttered. The sheet around her smelled of sweat and sex and Vegeta, and she dropped it in disgust.

“Fuck,” she spat, and headed for her bathroom.