Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Falling in Love the First Time ❯ Misinterpretations ( Chapter 6 )

Falling In Love The First Time

Chapter 6 - Misinterpretations

Their bodies melted together in a sweltering fusion of passion as the unrestrained thirst to become one was finally quenched. The reverberation of ecstasy cried from the deepest confines of their souls as the sensation each sparked within the other was too much to veil. With every passing minute the bliss became more than either believed survivable as they reached a new zenith in stimulation.

His eyes were clenched tightly as he wished to experience nothing but the perfection of the tight wetness that embraced him. He moved in a challenging speed that she managed to match to utter precision. The unison in which they moved was anything but timid, it was intrepid and vigorous in a fashion that only each could demand of the other.

They finally reached the climax their bodies had been so desperately fighting for, and all stopped. His body collapsed atop his mate's, having spilled all of his seed into her very welcoming body. His eyes clenched shut as his mind tried to register the sensations he was feeling. His body had been denied such gratification for all his existence. Only now could he feel free to experience such euphoria.

The two lay together in each other's embrace as their once raging breathing slowed to that of a murmur. He was the first to open his eyes, as he examined his mate's resting form. "Woman?" he asked, just above a whisper.

Her eyes fluttered open, as she looked upon her lover. "Hm?" She moaned as her hand found its way to his forehead to banish the beads of sweat from his brow.

He gently reflected her act before he brought his lips to the side of her neck, kissing it lightly. His eyes refused to find hers again as he asked, "Are you satisfied?" His tone was that of gentle humor, but the question held more importance than that of a passing curiosity.

She smiled as wide as her exhausted muscles would allow her. "I've never felt such satisfaction in all my existence."

He felt a renewed sense of pride consume him as he had heard the confirmation of her mutual gratification. He rolled to his side as he caged the woman in his arms, still very much inside her, and without intention of changing that. "You are mine," he whispered softly into her ear, as he rested his head atop hers.

"As much as you are mine," she whispered back. Both then closed their eyes. Sleep was the only remedy for the blissful agony they had just suffered.

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Vegeta's eyes shot open as he ran his fingers through his thick hair. 'Bizarre,' his mind immediately thought as he reflected upon the images he had floating through his head. Just the other night he had a dream about being inadequate, and now he was dreaming about being damn near a god! He could not say he was displeased by the dream, but it was possibly more disturbing than the last.

In the first dream it was some generic Saiya-jin woman he imagined himself pounding into, but in this dream, it was her. The woman he was ready to kill just hours ago, was now the focus of his wet dreams? He cringed as he remembered how she was more than just a woman in his dream; she was his claimed. How could that be? He was gentle with her, he wanted her to feel the pleasure he was receiving, and most depressingly, he held her afterwards. He did not leave! He fucking stayed and… and… cuddled! 'What the hell is that!??!' His mind demanded as he tried to shake the image off.

"VEGETA!"

The prince jolted as he heard that obnoxious voice bellow his name. Though fury should have been the natural reaction to her tone, after such a dream as that which he just experienced, his mind could not help but slip back to how wonderful the sound had been when they laid together. He closed his eyes momentarily, recalling how it sounded to hear that same word screamed over and over and over and…

"VEGETA!"

Vegeta shook off his daze as the bellow came louder and angrier. 'That woman ruins everything,' he thought disappointedly. He knew he did not want to go see her after what had happened, but the idea of visiting her was much less frightening then remaining in his bed, dreaming of that gorgeous face, those demanding lips, those nails digging into his back as he thrust into her tight, wet --- 'ENOUGH!' His mind screamed, simultaneously with the furious woman in the med room.

"VEGETA!"

'I think I might reconsider killing her,' he told himself as he threw his covers back and angrily pulled himself out of bed. He thought one swift confrontation with the woman would cleanse his mind of the sick thoughts that plagued him. A fight was most definitely what he was expecting after last night. He almost could not wait.

"VEEEEGGGGGEEEETTTTTAAAAAAA!"

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Their bodies melted together in a sweltering fusion of passion as the unrestrained thirst to become one was finally quenched. The reverberation of ecstasy cried from the deepest confines of their souls as the sensation each sparked within the other was too much to veil. With every passing minute the bliss became more than either believed survivable as they reached a new zenith in stimulation.

With each thrust she could feel the euphoria that her body had been so devastatingly deprived of for so many years. The depth to which he penetrated her most cherished essence sent vibrations of elation down her spine. It was a sensation that could only be described as the apex of existence.

They finally reached the climax their bodies had been so desperately fighting for, and all stopped. Her body quivered in pleasure as her mate collapsed atop her, having spilled all of his seed into her very welcoming body. He was too perfect for words. In these mere moments of bliss she felt as though she had found all she was searching for encompassed in the body of the man within her.

The two lay together in each other's embrace as their once raging breathing slowed to that of a murmur. "Woman?" She could hear him ask, just above a whisper.

Her eyes fluttered open, as she looked upon her lover. "Hm?" She moaned as her hand found its way to his forehead to banish the beads of sweat from his brow. He was so beautiful when he sported an almost happy expression.

"Are you satisfied?" His tone was that of gentle humor.

She smiled as wide as her exhausted muscles would allow her. "I've never felt such satisfaction in all my existence."

He rolled to his side as he caged the woman in his arms, still very much inside her. "You are mine," he whispered softly into her ear as he rested his head atop hers.

"As much as you are mine," she whispered back quietly. Both then closed their eyes, as sleep was the only remedy for the blissful agony they had just suffered.

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Bulma's eyes shot open as she found herself gasping for air. 'A dream?' she asked herself as she looked around her. The reality of the mere fantasy hit her all too harshly as she felt a burning pain in her chest. She quickly looked down at her exposed upper body as she remembered where the pain had come from.

"VEGETA!!" Her throat screamed furiously as her immediate instincts were to kill. 'I can't believe that bastard actually shot me!' She growled, about to remove some of the bandages to get a better look at her burnt flesh when the attention to the wound stopped her. 'Bandages? Who the hell cleaned the abrasion? My parents are out of town and it's only me and-No, he would not,' she thought assuredly, 'who would injure someone and then tend to the wound?'

"VEGETA!" Bulma screamed again, she wanted answers and fast. She took a long breath before she slowly pulled herself out of what had become commonly known as 'Vegeta's second bed.' Frowning, she realized she had neither a shirt nor bra on. 'I swear if my breasts are not as perfect as they were before…' She thought rather vainly as she walked over to the drawer where she knew there were extra sweats for Vegeta. She rummaged through the garments before she finally came across a sweatshirt that looked particularly comfortable. She threw it over her head and then gently pulled it around her chest.

"VEGETA!" She screamed yet again as she was beginning to think the coward would not show. She glowered as she walked back to the bed and sat down exhaustedly. She had half a mind to call Goku and tell him to knock some sense into the asshole, but she new she did not really want that. She always hated seeing him injured, and she knew it would be even worse if she was the one who allowed it. 'Damn him for being so… so…' She wasn't sure what it was that made her care about him, but she did, and whatever that something was, it was going to save his skin. Well, at least physically, there was no way in hell he was getting out of a verbal lashing for this!

"VEEEEGGGGGEEEETTTTTAAAAAAA!" She screamed much more annoyingly than before. She hunched forward as her elbow rested on her knee to prop up her chin. She was not sure what was more disturbing; the fact that Vegeta could have just killed, or the fact that immediately after she had an incredibly erotic dream about him. She felt her face flush at the mere memory. 'He was so sexy, so passionate, and so powerful, and what the hell am I saying I'm angry with the little prick!' She reminded herself as she tried to shake off all thoughts of that bliss filled dream.

She always knew the dark and dangerous side could easily seduce her. It is what attracted her to Yamcha at first. That rugged desert bandit motif could make a girl faint. Naturally in her more 'mature' years her lust would be directed towards an even greater extreme. Though the violent, vengeful, asshole personality seemed an excessive even for her, the tight spandex and that sexy smirk was more than enough to compensate.

Bulma unconsciously licked her lips as she remembered what her imagination led her to believe being with him could feel like. The sweet salty taste of his sweat. The thick musky smell that she could not take long enough breaths to inhale to in its fullest. The rough feel of his perfectly sculpted form. And then the adoring roars of her name as he spilled into her. Even that unbelievable sound of her name was more than enough to start the heat flowing between her thighs.

She suddenly frowned as she remembered exactly what it was. A dream. She had many a time imagined what the monkey would be like in bed, however, every time her vision would end with her imagining a selfish bastard not giving a damn about her needs, and insulting her afterwards for the sheer pleasure of seeing her hurt.

She cringed; she would never lower herself to such circumstances. But this dream, it was almost too perfect to be true. The way he acted. The way he spoke to her. They way he looked at her. Something just felt too real.

"You screeched, woman?" Vegeta asked calmly as he leaned against the entrance to examine her carefully. He thought starting the conversation on an insulting note would do wonders for the argument he envisioned coming.

Bulma immediately shot out of her dreamlike state as she looked over at the conceited Saiya-jin. She glared as she rose from the bed and walked over to him. Her face showed a look of utter fury, as her body displayed her tension. She stopped in front of him just a foot away, and then with perfect precision lifted her hand and slapped it straight across Vegeta's face.

Vegeta lowered his ki as he saw the attack coming well in advance. He had already burned her chest; he didn't want to add breaking her hand to the list, even if it was because of her own stupidity. He allowed her palm to level down across his cheek; the stun was less than noticeable. He planted a smirk on his face after she finished. "Feel better?" he asked arrogantly.

Bulma growled in response. "Listen here mister," she began angrily as she poked him in the chest, "if you had a single brain cell in that thick Saiya-jin head of yours, you would be down on your hands and knees begging me to spare your worthless life! Don't you forget that my best friend could kill you five times before you even reach the next dimension, so if I were you I'd wipe that arrogant smirk off my face and try an apology!"

"Apology?" Vegeta chuckled coldly, "you insulted my masculinity, do you honestly think I would allow that to pass?"

"Oh, I'm sorry Vegeta," Bulma rolled her eyes, "but I thought the 'mighty Saiya-jin prince' could take a little insult without him feeling the need to blast me! Next time when I feel the need to insult your 'masculinity' I'll be sure to remind myself how fragile your ego is!"

"You do not know what pushes my buttons, woman! If you are foolish enough to find out the hard way, you will suffer the consequences!" He spoke in a tone any rational person could not help but believe.

"I do not believe this!" Bulma not too surprisingly roared, "you burned me, and it's my fault!? Who the hell do you think you are? You hurt me, Vegeta! Does that bother your conscience at all?! I mean honestly, you are worrying about me insulting your person, while I'm the one landing in the med room! Does that even slightly play on your scruples!?"

Vegeta momentarily had an unreadable expression on his face before what looked almost like a frown graced his lips. "I did not intend to damage you."

Bulma blinked as she heard the admission. "No, you intended to KILL me." She clarified for him.

"Perhaps," Vegeta lips curled up as he saw her point, "but your loud mouth is still squealing, so it seems I did not follow through. Feel lucky."

"Lucky?" She repeated, utterly shocked by his choice of words. "I'll tell you what lucky is, mister!" Bulma growled as she walked closer to him, poking his chest again. "You are lucky I do not call Goku over here and tell him to beat your sorry ass for--"

Bulma suddenly cut herself off as she felt Vegeta grab the wrist that she was poking him with as his other hand slid around her back, forcing her against his chest. She watched absolutely astounded as he brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it softly before locking his eyes with hers. "You shouldn't make idle threats woman." He almost purred as she could have thought she saw a look of temptation in his eyes. "We both know you would hate to loose me."

Bulma growled under her breath as she attempted to rip her hand away. "Arrogant son of a--"

"Deny it all you want," he only tightened his hold as he brushed his lips against her hand yet again, "you and I both know the truth. You like me."

Between the dream and this Bulma thought Kami was trying to make a fool out of her. However, Bulma Briefs was not someone to lose so easily. "That is ridiculous," Bulma spat defensively before taking a quick intake of breath. "And besides, what about you? You brought me here to heal. What does that say about you liking me?"

"Nothing," Vegeta chuckled, "I could not let you die as you so clearly pointed out. Kakarrot would have been quite unhappy, though I could not imagine why."

Bulma snarled as she raised her other hand to pound against his shoulder, but he countered her. The hand holding her back against moved to grab her swinging arm and trapped it in front of her along with the other. He then wrapped his arm around her waist again, this time rendering her completely helpless. "Weak creature," he teased as he looked into her eyes. He smirked at her as he watched the fury just ooze from her blue orbs. 'If looks could kill,' he thought of the human cliché he had once heard the woman use.

Vegeta was not sure what it was that was pulling him towards this woman. Whether it was the fact that his rut was in less than twenty-four hours, that he had just had an impassioned dream about the woman just minutes ago, or that fiery look in her eyes that could ensnare any Saiya-jin male, his body reacted. He watched as the woman suddenly felt his response to the situation, and used her shock to his advantage. As she separated her lips to ask what was going on, he quickly plunged his tongue inside her mouth.

Vegeta allowed himself to fully explore the engaging taste of the woman. He ran his tongue over her smooth white teeth, before he dared to taste her sharp tongue. He had long ago imagined it poisonous from all the venom she spewed; however he was pleasurably proven wrong. Her taste was so sweet; it was truly nectar he could have savored forever.

Bulma gasped, she could not believe his actions. She was glaring hatred at him, yet it seemed to serve no other purpose than to arouse him? She wanted to slap the bastard away, but he still held her hands tightly, leaving her no means of escape. She hated him for this. Not only his selfishness in the act itself, but did he even realize that she was just injured? Did it not occur to him that pressing her burnt chest against her locked arms would hurt? Does he think he can just blast her one minute and kiss her the next? Did he think her some toy he could do whatever he wanted with? She felt her anger rising as she pushed her tongue against his to trap it between her teeth. After doing so she bit down roughly on the probing article in some hopes of expressing her anger. She failed completely as he only hardened further.

Vegeta completely misinterpreted the bite as a further invitation. Saiya-jin men liked sex rough, they liked their woman rough, and they liked rough treatment. Biting was a common practice, one of the stronger signs of approval and affection. He reveled in the one act. He thought it had meant something more than her mere anger.

Believing he had her willing participation he released her hands to begin working his way down her curvy body. He wanted to feel all that her clothing hid from him. Little did he know, he would fail to receive the chance as she quickly struggled away from his grasp. The moment he felt the heat removed from his body a look of utter confusion plastered itself across his face. What had he done wrong?

Bulma tried to catch her breath as she observed the prince's perplexed look. "Who the hell do you think you are!!?" She screamed at him, "I'm not some toy for you to play with! Where do you get off shoving your tongue in my mouth like that while I'm furious with you?! I'M INJURED VEGETA! My chest is still on fire after YOU blasted me! Did you think that wouldn't hurt!!? Are you trying to make me suffer more? Is this some lesson you are trying to teach me? That you can do whatever you want to me, with or without my permission?!" She felt tears coming on, but she tried to push them back as she was not going to allow him to see her weakness.

Vegeta was utterly flabbergasted by her words. 'She thought I was forcing myself on her? But she bit me, she gave her acceptance! Is she playing with me? Trying to mock me? Is this her way of punishing me from earlier?!' Vegeta growled as he felt his anger boiling up. "Do you think me some joke woman?! You can not toy with me like this!!"

"Toy with you?!" She screamed, utterly shocked by his self-centeredness. "I can't take this anymore. You don't make any sense, Vegeta! How can you be so completely in the wrong and seem so sure of your innocence!?" She hissed as she began to walk out the door. The Saiya-jin prince however followed closely behind.

"My self-absorption!" He screamed. "What the hell are you talking about woman? You're the one who--"

"Stop it!" She cut him off as she spun around to look fiercely at him. "I am so sick of you and your arrogance! I don't want to hear anymore about how you are a victim Vegeta! Everything is always someone else's fault! It's Goku's fault you're not a Super Saiya-jin, it's the fault of this planet's 'pathetic' technology that you are stuck here, it's my fault that I was blasted, and I'm sure it's my fault that you shoved your tongue in my mouth! But I don't care anymore Vegeta! I have tried too hard to be a friend to you, but you clearly don't seem to care. If you want to be left alone, then I'm sorry I didn't do that sooner. I promise from now on I'll stay the hell away from you so I can't cause anymore of your faults! How's that!" She screamed before she rushed away from the confused and shocked Saiya-jin.

He stood frozen as he listened to her run through the house, up the stairs, and then slams her bedroom door shut. With his keen Saiya-jin hearing he could even make out the sound of the springs compressing as she collapsed onto her bed, closely followed by the faint sound of crying. He felt his eyebrows bounce up and down in confusion, as he stood completely dumbfounded, exactly where she had left him. 'What just happened?'

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Author's Note: Awe… Those two really need to work on their communication skills! Ok, so what will this all mean for the dreaded rut? I guess you will just have to wait and see!