Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fire and Ice ❯ The need to suppress ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Soaking in a tub filled to the brim with bubbles was exactly the way
Bulma had planned on starting her summer vacation. Surely her father
would have a load of work for her waiting at her desk, but today was a
day for relaxing. The fact that Vegeta had not thrown a fit yet was an
omen that she might actually have a perfect day. But the fact that he
seemed to have ignored her plagued her.

"Bulma honey darling sugar, please run to Vegeta's room, it's been
four hours since lunch, and more than six hours since breakfast! What
could he be doing?" Bulma's mother actually looked worried. She wrung
her little hands and her tone was frazzled.

Just then, he walked in.

Without any acknowledgment of their presence, he breezed into the
kitchen, arms crossed, face in perpetual scowl - but his eyes, Bulma
noted, were somewhere else.

"Well good morning Vegeta! Leftovers are in the refrigerator, your
dinner is coming to you after you finish training! Okay, well,
goodbye!" Sensing his frustration, Mrs. Brief's bustled out.

"You woke up late, Vegeta?"

"Hmm."

"This is a start, usually you're the first one to wake up in this
place."

"...."

"Well, if you're going to be mum about it, fine, see if I care. Enjoy
a cold lunch."

Bulma turned to leave, but what he said made her face go a hundred
shades of pink all at once.

"Well," he mimicked, "It's rather hard to get a decent night's sleep
when you can hear somebody breathing rather loudly at the other side
of your wall, I must say, it was rather distracting."

Trying to regain her poise, she retorted, "I don't know WHAT you're
talking about, Vegeta. I was sound asleep all night last night!"

"Woman, have you forgotten that I have an impeccable sense of hearing?
You were pacing your damn room like an animal in a cage."

"So what if I couldn't sleep! I was NOT listening into your room!"

"Deny it all you want, wench, just don't forget..."

"Forget WHAT you stupid ass monkey?!"

He smirked evilly, and began in a rather un Bulma-like prattle, "Gee,
I haven't thought about what I wanted for a really long time... hmm
lets see, what I want..." He reached out and stroked her thigh.

"Fuck you! What the hell do you think you're doing, listening to ME at
night!" At that, he dropped his hand and crossed his arms again.

It took all her self control to ignore the heat of his touch on her
thigh, his finger leaving a blazing trial that made her secretly
shiver with delight.

Vegeta just continued to smirk, and then left her, amazed, confused,
and thoroughly embarrassed.