Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Forbidden ❯ Chapter 4

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*AN: Ok guys, gals and those who have yet to make up their mind, another chapter. So I’m hoping that if you like it you’ll encourage me to continue and update. And like most writers, I’m a desperate needy person so please for that love of (insert deity and and/or superstition) REVIEW!!!

I left you with a bit of a cliff hanger last time. Sorry . But this is the conclusion of that little bit. Chapter 5 will be the meat of the story so be prepared! Btw anybody else smell… *sniffs* lemon sherbet?  ^_~

I don’t own DBZ. Any questions?

*Chapter 4*
Previously on Forbidden…
Because Vegeta was taking so long, Bulma started out of the pond only to stop a few feet out of the water staring at something on the edge of the trees. Vegeta turned to look and his heart stopped. There, just inside the clearing was a giant boar. He was grunting and he was staring straight at Bulma. Bulma turned her head, her eyes silently asking what she should do. Vegeta barely shook his head. Could he make it in time? Get her to the middle of the pond? Can boars swim? Vegeta didn’t have time to think.
Then the boar charged.
Vegeta ran. He didn’t know if he could out run the boar but he sure as hell was going to try. Vegeta tackled Bulma, rolling towards the lake. He felt the ground shaking from the boar’s hooves and just tucked Bulma under his body. He couldn’t get to the lake in time. So he would try his best to keep her from being hurt. Even if it meant him dying. Vegeta braced himself for the pain of the boar’s hooves, tusks and teeth but it never came. Vegeta slowly raised his head to see the clearing empty. Vegeta let out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and dropped his head forward. It suddenly seemed like he had lost every ounce of his energy.  
Bulma wiggled trying to get more comfortable.  “Geta?” She whispered. “Is everything ok now?” Vegeta raised his head and opened his mouth to speak but froze. Bulma was lying under him, pelvis to pelvis, nearly naked and soaking wet. The adrenalin was pumping through both of their bodies since they thought they had been about to die. The next think they knew, Vegeta had his mouth slanted over Bulma's and was giving it his all.
Bulma's eyes stayed open in surprise for a second before she gave over to the sensations Vegeta was making her feel. Vegeta was a very skilled kisser. Very. Bulma wiggled trying to get her arms free to wrap around his neck. Vegeta obliged lifting his body up slightly on to one arm, allowing not only for her arms to go around his neck, but for him to grab her thigh and lift it. He pressed himself against her, allowing her to feel how hard he was. Bulma's heart pounded with excitement. She rolled her hips, grinding back and entwined her fingers in Vegeta’s soft mane. Vegeta growled into her mouth and started moving his hips back and forth, working a friction through Bulma's thin panties. When Bulma cried out again from the sensations, Vegeta ripped his mouth away from hers to lick, suck, and nibble on her neck and collarbone. Her skin tasted like sunshine and moonlight at the same time. He couldn’t get enough of her. Vegeta slid his hand up, reveling in how smooth her skin felt till he hit cloth again. He started kneading her small breast placing butterfly kisses along the edge where skin met cloth. Bulma gave a cry out right as the sky let out a large clash of thunder. Vegeta froze.
Vegeta mental took a step back and saw what he was doing. He let go and rolled to his feet, breathing heavily. Bulma laid on the ground in shock. “G-G-Geta? What’s wrong?”
Vegeta refused to look at Bulma. “Nothing. Get dressed. We’re going home.” Bulma scrambled to her feet in confusion.
“Home? But… what about… we were-”
“I SAID GET DRESSED!” Vegeta roared, storming over to his shirt. He pulled it over his head angrily, almost ripping it. Bulma ran up to Vegeta.
“Vegeta I don’t understand! Why are you so mad at me?” Bulma grabbed Vegeta’s arm only to have it shaken off violently, causing her to step back from the force. Vegeta grabbed her clothes and threw them at her.
“Get dressed and get your shit. I said we’re going home and I don’t want to hear another fucking word out of your mouth, got it?” Vegeta growled softly. Bulma bit her lip as tears started pouring down her face. She shakily got dressed and packed the basket back up. The sky had turned dark quickly and flashes of lightning could be seen in the distance.
Vegeta grabbed the picnic basket as soon as Bulma shut the top and set a fast pace towards the house. Bulma struggled to keep up.  “Vegeta, what did I do? Please talk to me. I don’t understand what I did so wrong.” Bulma cried. Vegeta stared straight ahead, ignore her. Bulma bit her lip to keep a sob from coming out. “I'm sorry I kissed you Vegeta. I I I don’t … I didn’t know what I was thinking I-“
“It wasn’t you,” Vegeta said angrily, thrusting the key in to the lock of their home. He threw open the door making it bounce against the wall, and then dumped the basket on the floor.
“If it wasn’t me then what is it? Why are you so angry at me?” Bulma followed Vegeta into the house, to the table where he grabbed his car keys. “Wait, where are you going?!”
“Out.”
“But mom and dad will be home soon.”
“I won’t be gone forever Bulma.”
“But wait! We haven’t- why are you mad at me? Why are you leaving?” Bulma couldn’t hold it back anymore. She sunk to the ground and started sobbing. Vegeta glanced at her and started towards her but stopped himself. If he went to her now, he’d finish what he started earlier and he couldn’t do that. Vegeta got angry at himself.
“I'll see you later Bulma,” Vegeta said angrily as he walked out of the house and into the pouring rain.
Vegeta stumbled out of the bar that had just closed. He shook his head and attempted to walk straight. So far so good. He had his keys in his hand and slowly made his way over to his car. He was alone, except for the thoughts and images that he had been trying to drive away with alcohol.
Bulma’s head thrown back with pleasure, his hand and mouth on her tits.
Bulma kneeling before him, her mouth on his cock.
Bulma on all fours, tits swaying.
Vegeta roared, trying to get the pictures out of his head. That’s when the voices started.
You almost fucked your baby sister.
Your 13 year old sister.
The sister you are supposed to protect from people like you.
You belong in Hell.
God her body!
It felt so amazing, so soft, and hard at the same time.
She wanted me just as much.
You disgust me! That’s your sister!
Vegeta choked back a sob as he got to his car. He struggled to get the key to fit, scraping the paint on the sides. Finally he got the car unlocked and he slid in. He knew he shouldn’t attempt to drive but he needed to get home. Pack his shit and get the hell away from her. As far as he could go to keep her safe, from him. Vegeta slowly backed out and pulled in to the street. He was trying the best he could but the damn lines kept moving on him. Suddenly, lights flashed behind him. Vegeta cursed as he pulled over.
“License and insurance card please,” the police officer asked, shining a light into the car. Vegeta pulled his wallet out to comply.
“What’s the matter officer?” Vegeta asked as he handed the two cards over. The officer looked over the cards.
“I think we both know why I pulled you over today Mr. Oji. You’ve been drinking. I can smell it all over you.”
“I only had a beer or two. I’m fine, really. I’m just trying to get home.” The officer looked at him like he was full of shit.
“Step out of the car please sir.” Vegeta cursed and sighed, but did what the police officer asked. “Stand on this white line and walk straight down it please. One foot in front of the other, heel to toe.”
Vegeta attempted to do what the officer asked but had barely made it two steps before he started side stepping and wobbling. The officer told him to stay where he was and went back to the police cruiser. When he came back to Vegeta, he asked him to blow into the tube, while looking at the digital reading on the black box. “.16. that’s twice the legal limit son. I’m going to have to take you in.”
Vegeta recognized the voice before he saw the face. Groaning, he rolled over, not wanting to face what was about to happen.
“Here he is. I can only give you 15 minutes unfortunately so you’ll have to make it quick,” Vegeta hear the police officer say when they rounded the corner and his father came in to sight. The officer realized how much tension there was and left silently. The two stood there a moment or two.
“So, want to explain to me what happened. I would have expected the school to straighten this shit out of you before you left.” Vegeta refused to look at his father.
“It was nothing. I went out for a drink and I thought it was a short enough drive that I could get home with no problem.”
“You were twice the legal drinking limit. You went out for more than a drink. You got shit face drunk. Why?” Vegeta remained silent. “Does this have anything to do with the fact that Bulma locked herself in her room crying hysterically?”
Vegeta flinched and ground his teeth. “I was stupid. I wanted to forget it so I went out and got blind stinking drunk. There happy?”
Vegeta Sr. stared at his son. Fights he expected. Rudeness and sarcasm too. But drunk driving? It’s not something he ever thought he would see his son do. It’s how his mother died. Side swiped by a drunk driver and spiraled over the edge of the bank. “What was so bad, that you had to get that drunk to forget?”
“Nothing.”
“Boy! You will tell me! I had to come out here to get my son out of jail for a DWI. Something I never thought I would have to, all things considering. I have to pay to have you bailed, then for a lawyer for court, and all the other fucking fees that come with it. Then I have to go home to an upset wife and a daughter who won’t come out of her room. So you will tell me right this instant or I will leave you to rot in here!” Vegeta Jr. was shaking during the little speech, and at the end he spun around to face his father, gripping at the bars.
“You want to know? You really want to know, Father?” Vegeta shouted. “I told Bulma I wanted to fuck her! I wanted to fuck my little baby sister. I wanted to see her eyes roll up into the back of her head with pleasure. I wanted to sink my hard cock in to her tight virgin pussy. I wanted to see those perfect blue eyes staring up at me while she wrapped that luscious mouth around my cock and then come all over her. And I told her that! That’s why I went to the bar to get so shit faced. Because I am so disgusted with myself for wanting to fuck my baby sister. I wanted to block all the images and dreams I have been having and I wanted to get rid of all those words I said to her.” Vegeta was sobbing by this point, leaning against the bars for support. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I know it’s not right but I can’t help what I feel. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to make it stop.”
Vegeta Sr. stared at his son in shock. He never expected this. He didn’t know what to do. He had to think. Vegeta took a seat in a chair just outside the cell. He couldn’t stop staring at his son. Finally he cleared his throat. “Here’s what we do. You spend the night here. Get sobered up. I’ll go home, pack your stuff. I’ll be by tomorrow with it to bail you out. We get thru this court case and you… you never come near my family again.”
Vegeta stared at his father. “I'm going to give you some money. I want you to go some place. You have a degree, you can get a job. If you find some place and need some help getting on your feet, I’ll help.” Vegeta Jr. opened his mouth to speak. “On one condition.” Vegeta shut his mouth. “You are to never contact Bulma again.”
Vegeta stared at his father, broken. He didn’t know what else to do and what happened today could never happen again. He nodded. Vegeta Sr. nodded back and stood up, calling for the guard. “Dad-… I… I’m sorry.”
Vegeta Sr. didn’t look at Vegeta Jr. He just put on his coat. “I don’t’ have a son anymore.”
Vegeta watched his father walk away and he felt his life fall apart.
What he didn’t see, what the tears rolling down his father’s face.
*AN: Dum Dum Duuuuum! And so therein lies Act one. Merely the potatoes of the whole entree with a little taste of dessert. When we next see Bulma and Vegeta, it will be in 4 years. How will they both have changed? How will their paths cross again (we know they do or this would be a very sucky short story.) Stay tuned for Chapter 5, coming soon!*
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