Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fire and Ice ❯ Five minutes in Heaven/The rest of the night in Hell ( Chapter 5 )

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

"Mmmmmm." Bulma was lost in the heat of the kiss. She hadn't expected
it to happen, and she found that spontaneity just made her even more
lecherous. She clawed at his back, and he broke the kiss - burying his
head in her neck, biting her most sensitive spots almost savagely.
Their passion was making her long for more. She wrapped her legs
around his hips tighter, and rubbed against him, in expression of her
lust. He moaned and shifted, his mouth covering hers again, and the
world seemed to be blacking out with the fire.

"BULMA! Bulma, darling! There's an emergency at the shower, we need
you! She's going into premature labor! Oh honey, please call the
Capsule corps's doctor!" the intercom by the pool screamed.

Suddenly the mood was lost, and Bulma growled angrily like a tiger.
Vegeta chuckled sexily, and bit her bottom lip. She was forced to step
out of his arms, and got out of the water, but not without an
extremely lust-filled gaze. "When I find you again, you won't be left
hanging," she purred, playing with the strings on her bikini top.
Pulling one triangle down slowly, she revealed one perfectly curved
breast. Seeing him smirk, she quickly pulled it up again, and winked
back at him. "Later," she said, sauntering down into the gardens.

Bulma went to the main office only to find out the doctor was on
break. "Great," she muttered, shoving her hands into her desk, looking
for the Capsule Corp. phone directory. "How am I going to find a
substitute at this hour!?!"

Three doctors and five nurses were hired that night, and all were sent
by limo, care of Miss Bulma Briefs to the San's baby shower. It took
her two hours to find people willing to go all the way outside the
city. By that time, all the mother's were down on their knees coaching
the expecting mother on the first few hours of labor. Bulma's mother
had apparently calmed her down by fixing her a margarita.

By the time Bulma was done arranging everything, it was around two in
the morning. She wandered around the house looking for her passion
outlet, but he was nowhere to be found.

"Damn it," she muttered angrily. "What a waste of a perfectly good
evening."

Thoroughly pissed off, she jumped into bed, falling asleep almost
instantly.

He touched his lips, and they tingled, remembering the curves of her
mouth, the way she made that sound when he kissed her. He wanted this
to be taken slowly, because everything sensual should be taken at a
slower pace. It was just so hard to do, especially when it came to
her. He would have to control himself somehow, but by the end of the
week - it would be worth it.