Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Forbidden ❯ Chapter 10
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By: LaKintanoHime 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.22.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 401 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.22.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 401 | Status: Work In Progress
*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!!!
So I left you with a bit of a cliff hanger last time. (Not a big on mind you). Also? I’m a huge ass.
THIS IS A HUGE SHOUT OUT TO ALL MY REVIEWERS. You have been amazing (sorry it’s not in my earlier chapters but I post four chapters behind what I write so) I am tremendously addicted to reviews and you have been fabulous with supplying for it. (Please don’t tell my parole officer)
You. Are. Awesome. And crack enablers. So you should both be proud and ashamed of yourselves. It’s normal.
I don’t own DBZ. Any questions?
Vegeta tore his wallet out of his pocket trying to get his credit card out.
“Geta? What are you doing?” Jennifer asked as Vegeta struggled with his wallet. Frustrated, Vegeta finally pulled a hundred out and dropped it on the table.
“Take the change and get a taxi. I’m sorry Jen but I have to go.” Vegeta grabbed his jacket and threw it over his head.
“Wait, Geta! Where are you going?”
Vegeta ran outside, rain soaking him in a matter of minutes. “Bulma!” He called, looking around. Vegeta swore loudly, startling some old ladies standing to his left. “Sorry,” he muttered, and pulled out his keys. He quickly hoped in his car while trying to keep an eye out for Bulma. The rain was coming down harder, make it even more difficult to see the road. Vegeta drove down the road, keeping his eyes peeled, trying to spot any speck of blue. Finally, just up ahead, he spotted a flash of blue hair. Vegeta jammed his finger on the window button. “Bulma!” he called out, pulling up alongside her. Bulma stopped walking but didn’t look at him.
“Vegeta, just,” Bulma sighed. “Just go away. I don’t want to deal with you right now ok?”
“Bulma just get in the car. You’re soaked. You’re going to get sick,” Vegeta pleaded with Bulma, leaning over to open the passenger car door. “Bulma, you’re being an idiot. Just get in the damn car!”
Bulma huffed. “I’m not being an idiot! Screw you Vegeta!” Bulma stormed off.
“Fuck!” Vegeta threw his car in to park and jump out of his car, barely missing being hit by a passing car. “Bulma!” Vegeta ran up to the shivering girl, grabbing her shoulders.
“Look, I’m sorry ok? Please just get in the car? It’s wet, it’s cold and the car is not. Come on.” Vegeta pulled Bulma to his car, getting her settled before running around to his side. They sat in silence for a bit, waiting for the steam from their bodies to go away. When the windows were clear again, Vegeta pulled back on to the road, heading towards Capsule Corps.
“Please don’t take me home,” Bulma whispered through chattering teeth. “Yamcha will...” Bulma fell silent.
“Well, where do you want me to take you then?”
Bulma shuffled around in her pocket, pulling out a credit card and her id. “Just take me to a hotel. I’ll go home in the morning.”
Vegeta snorted. “I’m not taking you to a hotel. Don’t you have any friends you can go to?”
“No.”
Vegeta mulled over that in silence. They both stared out into the rain, Vegeta sometimes turning down streets. Bulma suddenly realized she didn’t recognized where she was. When she opened her mouth to ask, Vegeta pulled in to a garage under a neat and ordinary brick building. “Where are we,” Bulma asked as they pulled into a parking space.
“The only place I could think of that we could go right now. We’ll figure out the rest later.” Vegeta hopped out of his car and walked around to the other side, opening Bulma's door for her. “We’re at my place.”
“C-c-c-c-an’t-t-t” Bulma chattered through her teeth. “T-t-t-oo c-c-c-ol-d-d-d-d. Leg-g-g-s-s h-u-u-r-r-t-t-t”
Vegeta bent down and scooped Bulma into his arms, quickly bringing her to the bathroom. When he tried to set her down and she still couldn’t stand he put her down on the toilet. “Ok the shower is warm so just hop in and you’ll be feeling better in no time ok?”
Bulma nodded her head and tried to unbuckle her shoe but her hand shook so badly she could hardly get the strap through the loop. Vegeta sighed and knelt down in front of Bulma, taking her foot in his hand. He carefully unbuckled the high heel, setting it aside, and then picked up her other foot, repeating the process. He looked away, pulling her wet shirt over her head, trying to ignore her cold body as it laid against his. Vegeta picked Bulma up, placed her on the edge of the shower, and slid her legs out of her skirt. “Ok, you’re going in like that. When you warm up, just toss the rest out,” Vegeta said, still not looking. Bulma nodded and slid down into a heap on the shower floor, her head resting on the edge.
Vegeta debated about whether or not to stay and make sure she didn’t drown when he heard his girlfriends ringtone go off on his cell phone. With a heavy sigh, Vegeta made his way over and answered the phone
“Hey Jen- no- I *sigh* ……. I’m really sorry Jen. I couldn’t just let her go off like that. … No I didn’t mean it was ok to leave you. I just meant- Well she’s not just a stu-I me...um *sigh* shit No! Jen wait! It’s not what you think. Damn it, Jen will you just listen to me? Aww Kami, Jen! She’s my sister!” Vegeta slammed his fist against the wall, frustrated. “My dad and I, we-some shit happened before I left and it, well, I haven’t talked to my family since… yeah she’s been in my class the whole time. But we haven’t talked. We- no Jen I- … Jen I’m not making this up. Look I’m sorry. I will call you in the morning but I have to go. …Jen… I’m sorry I ran out tonight. I couldn’t just leave her out in the rain like that... I didn’t mean-…Jen-… Wait, Jen! Jen? Arrgh Kami damn it!” Vegeta slammed the phone down. He leaned over the counter, resting on his arms, taking deep breaths trying to calm down. Hearing the floor creek, Vegeta looked out under his arms behind him. Bulma was standing there, her hair partially wrapped in a towel and wearing the cloths Vegeta had left for her. The shirt was wet from her body and hair and was so old any way it was practically see through. The shorts were skintight and when Bulma turned to walk to the couch, Vegeta could see every line of her body.
Vegeta straighten his back and turned towards Bulma.”Feel better?”
Bulma laid her long hair over the couch on top of the towel, hopping it would air dry. “Yes. Not as cold,” she said as a shiver washed over her. It didn’t get pass him though, and Vegeta strode over to the fireplace to get one started.
“I’m sorry.”
Bulma watched Vegeta mess around with the fire with confusion on her face. “Vegeta, it was hardly your fault that Yamcha-“
“Not that you idiot.” Fire flared to life in the fire place and Vegeta stood up, his back to Bulma still. “I’m sorry for…. What happened four years ago.”
“Ah, that,” Bulma said bitterly.
“I know you’re angry at me and you have every right to be.” Vegeta said, trying not to let the emotions he was feeling choke his voice.
Bulma sighed. “I’m not angry at you Vegeta. Really I’m not.”
“You should be!” Vegeta shouted making Bulma jump. “I forced myself on my baby sister and we almost-! I mean, I almost… How can you not be angry at me Bulma?! I hate myself everyday for what I did to you!”
Bulma stared at Vegeta back in astonishment. The only sounds in the room were Vegeta’s labored breathing and the fire crackling. Suddenly Bulma burst out laughing. Vegeta spun around, watching Bulma double over in mirth.
“Is that why you left?” Bulma asked trying to catch her breath. “Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?” Bulma started laughing again and fell onto her side on the couch.
“What’s so funny about a brother trying to rape his sister?!” Vegeta asked, staring at Bulma in disbelief.
Bulma stopped laughing and sat up. The two stared at each other in the flickering light of the fire, Bulma's now dry hair floating around her body. Bulma sighed and leaned back against the couch. “Vegeta, you didn’t do anything wrong. I set you up. You didn’t almost rape me because I wanted it to happen, and like I said before, you are not my brother.”
Vegeta opened his mouth, but Bulma held up her hand and looked him in the eyes. “No, let me speak. You walked out on me four years ago without a single word of explanation and you have avoided me ever since the first day of class. I just found out why and some things have become clearer but I think you need to understand things from my point of view. You only have your side Vegeta. Now it’s time you learned mine. I haven’t thought of you as my brother for a long time now. I don’t know when or how, but some time ago, I developed feelings for you that weren’t very, sisterly. I knew you were coming home soon and being young, curious, and filled with hormones I decided to, well, to seduce you.” Bulma brought her knees up and wrapped her arms around them, smiling at the memories. “I had no idea what I was doing. I thought ‘Tight, low cut tops, some shorts. This will be easy.’ When we watched that movie, I was pretending to sleep hoping you would hold me longer. Even the picnic was a set up. I wore my skimpiest swimsuit and the whole plan was to get wet, half naked and you would fall for me.”
Bulma rested her head on her arms. Vegeta stared at her in disbelief. He tried to speak but nothing came out, so he swallowed a few times. “And the boar?” he asked hoarsely? “Was that planned too? Take us to some place dangerous and have me rescue you so that I would fall for you?”
Bulma chuckled. “Chalk that one up to an act of Kami. I had been going to that place for years and had never seen a boar there before in my life! And never have since! What happened with that was not planned,” Bulma paused, and then looked at him. “But nor was it unwelcomed. You may have thought of me as a child then, which is why you stopped, but I am a woman now Vegeta. And I want you. I always have.”
Vegeta stared at Bulma, a mixture of anger, lust and disbelief running across his face. He turned back to the fire trying to think. All these years he thought of himself as a monster. Taking advantage of a child, his sister no less. True, she wasn’t THAT young. When he was her age, he had been experimenting. And she really wasn’t his sister. And she wanted him. Vegeta groaned and lean forward, resting on his arms. He didn’t know what to do. His mind was telling him to get the fuck out of there. Literately. Leave her here, get a hotel, sleep in the damn car, whatever, just get away. It could only end badly. But other parts of him wanted this. For years all he dreamed about, all he thought about, was Bulma. And it wasn’t just his male anatomy. Vegeta let out another moan, his mind tearing him in different directions.
Bulma stood up and softly padded over to Vegeta. She pulled her hair in front of her so it wouldn’t get burned and ducked up under his arms. Vegeta felt her standing there but didn’t open his eyes. He knew once he saw those perfect blue eyes, he would fall. Vegeta felt Bulma wrap her arms around his waist, squeezing tight. When he felt her lips on his, his strength broke. Vegeta let out a half sob, half moan and wrapped Bulma in his arm, kissing her with everything he had.
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So I left you with a bit of a cliff hanger last time. (Not a big on mind you). Also? I’m a huge ass.
THIS IS A HUGE SHOUT OUT TO ALL MY REVIEWERS. You have been amazing (sorry it’s not in my earlier chapters but I post four chapters behind what I write so) I am tremendously addicted to reviews and you have been fabulous with supplying for it. (Please don’t tell my parole officer)
You. Are. Awesome. And crack enablers. So you should both be proud and ashamed of yourselves. It’s normal.
I don’t own DBZ. Any questions?
Forbidden
*Chapter 10*Vegeta tore his wallet out of his pocket trying to get his credit card out.
“Geta? What are you doing?” Jennifer asked as Vegeta struggled with his wallet. Frustrated, Vegeta finally pulled a hundred out and dropped it on the table.
“Take the change and get a taxi. I’m sorry Jen but I have to go.” Vegeta grabbed his jacket and threw it over his head.
“Wait, Geta! Where are you going?”
Vegeta ran outside, rain soaking him in a matter of minutes. “Bulma!” He called, looking around. Vegeta swore loudly, startling some old ladies standing to his left. “Sorry,” he muttered, and pulled out his keys. He quickly hoped in his car while trying to keep an eye out for Bulma. The rain was coming down harder, make it even more difficult to see the road. Vegeta drove down the road, keeping his eyes peeled, trying to spot any speck of blue. Finally, just up ahead, he spotted a flash of blue hair. Vegeta jammed his finger on the window button. “Bulma!” he called out, pulling up alongside her. Bulma stopped walking but didn’t look at him.
“Vegeta, just,” Bulma sighed. “Just go away. I don’t want to deal with you right now ok?”
“Bulma just get in the car. You’re soaked. You’re going to get sick,” Vegeta pleaded with Bulma, leaning over to open the passenger car door. “Bulma, you’re being an idiot. Just get in the damn car!”
Bulma huffed. “I’m not being an idiot! Screw you Vegeta!” Bulma stormed off.
“Fuck!” Vegeta threw his car in to park and jump out of his car, barely missing being hit by a passing car. “Bulma!” Vegeta ran up to the shivering girl, grabbing her shoulders.
“Look, I’m sorry ok? Please just get in the car? It’s wet, it’s cold and the car is not. Come on.” Vegeta pulled Bulma to his car, getting her settled before running around to his side. They sat in silence for a bit, waiting for the steam from their bodies to go away. When the windows were clear again, Vegeta pulled back on to the road, heading towards Capsule Corps.
“Please don’t take me home,” Bulma whispered through chattering teeth. “Yamcha will...” Bulma fell silent.
“Well, where do you want me to take you then?”
Bulma shuffled around in her pocket, pulling out a credit card and her id. “Just take me to a hotel. I’ll go home in the morning.”
Vegeta snorted. “I’m not taking you to a hotel. Don’t you have any friends you can go to?”
“No.”
Vegeta mulled over that in silence. They both stared out into the rain, Vegeta sometimes turning down streets. Bulma suddenly realized she didn’t recognized where she was. When she opened her mouth to ask, Vegeta pulled in to a garage under a neat and ordinary brick building. “Where are we,” Bulma asked as they pulled into a parking space.
“The only place I could think of that we could go right now. We’ll figure out the rest later.” Vegeta hopped out of his car and walked around to the other side, opening Bulma's door for her. “We’re at my place.”
~Break~
Bulma stood in the middle of Vegeta’s living room shivering. She could hear him in the bathroom with the shower running, and see the steam floating out to the ceiling. When he left the bathroom and headed across the hall, Bulma's legs couldn’t hold her weight anymore and she slid to the ground, huddling on the floor in a shaking pile. Which was how Vegeta found her, with an oversized t-shirt and a pair of old work out shorts in his hands. “Ah damn it Bulma. Why didn’t you say something? Come on, go hop in the shower!”“C-c-c-c-an’t-t-t” Bulma chattered through her teeth. “T-t-t-oo c-c-c-ol-d-d-d-d. Leg-g-g-s-s h-u-u-r-r-t-t-t”
Vegeta bent down and scooped Bulma into his arms, quickly bringing her to the bathroom. When he tried to set her down and she still couldn’t stand he put her down on the toilet. “Ok the shower is warm so just hop in and you’ll be feeling better in no time ok?”
Bulma nodded her head and tried to unbuckle her shoe but her hand shook so badly she could hardly get the strap through the loop. Vegeta sighed and knelt down in front of Bulma, taking her foot in his hand. He carefully unbuckled the high heel, setting it aside, and then picked up her other foot, repeating the process. He looked away, pulling her wet shirt over her head, trying to ignore her cold body as it laid against his. Vegeta picked Bulma up, placed her on the edge of the shower, and slid her legs out of her skirt. “Ok, you’re going in like that. When you warm up, just toss the rest out,” Vegeta said, still not looking. Bulma nodded and slid down into a heap on the shower floor, her head resting on the edge.
Vegeta debated about whether or not to stay and make sure she didn’t drown when he heard his girlfriends ringtone go off on his cell phone. With a heavy sigh, Vegeta made his way over and answered the phone
“Hey Jen- no- I *sigh* ……. I’m really sorry Jen. I couldn’t just let her go off like that. … No I didn’t mean it was ok to leave you. I just meant- Well she’s not just a stu-I me...um *sigh* shit No! Jen wait! It’s not what you think. Damn it, Jen will you just listen to me? Aww Kami, Jen! She’s my sister!” Vegeta slammed his fist against the wall, frustrated. “My dad and I, we-some shit happened before I left and it, well, I haven’t talked to my family since… yeah she’s been in my class the whole time. But we haven’t talked. We- no Jen I- … Jen I’m not making this up. Look I’m sorry. I will call you in the morning but I have to go. …Jen… I’m sorry I ran out tonight. I couldn’t just leave her out in the rain like that... I didn’t mean-…Jen-… Wait, Jen! Jen? Arrgh Kami damn it!” Vegeta slammed the phone down. He leaned over the counter, resting on his arms, taking deep breaths trying to calm down. Hearing the floor creek, Vegeta looked out under his arms behind him. Bulma was standing there, her hair partially wrapped in a towel and wearing the cloths Vegeta had left for her. The shirt was wet from her body and hair and was so old any way it was practically see through. The shorts were skintight and when Bulma turned to walk to the couch, Vegeta could see every line of her body.
Vegeta straighten his back and turned towards Bulma.”Feel better?”
Bulma laid her long hair over the couch on top of the towel, hopping it would air dry. “Yes. Not as cold,” she said as a shiver washed over her. It didn’t get pass him though, and Vegeta strode over to the fireplace to get one started.
“I’m sorry.”
Bulma watched Vegeta mess around with the fire with confusion on her face. “Vegeta, it was hardly your fault that Yamcha-“
“Not that you idiot.” Fire flared to life in the fire place and Vegeta stood up, his back to Bulma still. “I’m sorry for…. What happened four years ago.”
“Ah, that,” Bulma said bitterly.
“I know you’re angry at me and you have every right to be.” Vegeta said, trying not to let the emotions he was feeling choke his voice.
Bulma sighed. “I’m not angry at you Vegeta. Really I’m not.”
“You should be!” Vegeta shouted making Bulma jump. “I forced myself on my baby sister and we almost-! I mean, I almost… How can you not be angry at me Bulma?! I hate myself everyday for what I did to you!”
Bulma stared at Vegeta back in astonishment. The only sounds in the room were Vegeta’s labored breathing and the fire crackling. Suddenly Bulma burst out laughing. Vegeta spun around, watching Bulma double over in mirth.
“Is that why you left?” Bulma asked trying to catch her breath. “Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?” Bulma started laughing again and fell onto her side on the couch.
“What’s so funny about a brother trying to rape his sister?!” Vegeta asked, staring at Bulma in disbelief.
Bulma stopped laughing and sat up. The two stared at each other in the flickering light of the fire, Bulma's now dry hair floating around her body. Bulma sighed and leaned back against the couch. “Vegeta, you didn’t do anything wrong. I set you up. You didn’t almost rape me because I wanted it to happen, and like I said before, you are not my brother.”
Vegeta opened his mouth, but Bulma held up her hand and looked him in the eyes. “No, let me speak. You walked out on me four years ago without a single word of explanation and you have avoided me ever since the first day of class. I just found out why and some things have become clearer but I think you need to understand things from my point of view. You only have your side Vegeta. Now it’s time you learned mine. I haven’t thought of you as my brother for a long time now. I don’t know when or how, but some time ago, I developed feelings for you that weren’t very, sisterly. I knew you were coming home soon and being young, curious, and filled with hormones I decided to, well, to seduce you.” Bulma brought her knees up and wrapped her arms around them, smiling at the memories. “I had no idea what I was doing. I thought ‘Tight, low cut tops, some shorts. This will be easy.’ When we watched that movie, I was pretending to sleep hoping you would hold me longer. Even the picnic was a set up. I wore my skimpiest swimsuit and the whole plan was to get wet, half naked and you would fall for me.”
Bulma rested her head on her arms. Vegeta stared at her in disbelief. He tried to speak but nothing came out, so he swallowed a few times. “And the boar?” he asked hoarsely? “Was that planned too? Take us to some place dangerous and have me rescue you so that I would fall for you?”
Bulma chuckled. “Chalk that one up to an act of Kami. I had been going to that place for years and had never seen a boar there before in my life! And never have since! What happened with that was not planned,” Bulma paused, and then looked at him. “But nor was it unwelcomed. You may have thought of me as a child then, which is why you stopped, but I am a woman now Vegeta. And I want you. I always have.”
Vegeta stared at Bulma, a mixture of anger, lust and disbelief running across his face. He turned back to the fire trying to think. All these years he thought of himself as a monster. Taking advantage of a child, his sister no less. True, she wasn’t THAT young. When he was her age, he had been experimenting. And she really wasn’t his sister. And she wanted him. Vegeta groaned and lean forward, resting on his arms. He didn’t know what to do. His mind was telling him to get the fuck out of there. Literately. Leave her here, get a hotel, sleep in the damn car, whatever, just get away. It could only end badly. But other parts of him wanted this. For years all he dreamed about, all he thought about, was Bulma. And it wasn’t just his male anatomy. Vegeta let out another moan, his mind tearing him in different directions.
Bulma stood up and softly padded over to Vegeta. She pulled her hair in front of her so it wouldn’t get burned and ducked up under his arms. Vegeta felt her standing there but didn’t open his eyes. He knew once he saw those perfect blue eyes, he would fall. Vegeta felt Bulma wrap her arms around his waist, squeezing tight. When he felt her lips on his, his strength broke. Vegeta let out a half sob, half moan and wrapped Bulma in his arm, kissing her with everything he had.
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