Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ I just want to feel ❯ Vegeta's Predicament ( Chapter 1 )

Hey! I'm back with the first chapter of my story. This is of the day of the explosion. I wrote this chapter from Vegeta's point of view, since we learned of Bulma's perspective in the prologue.

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or any of its characters...

I just want to feel:

Vegeta's predicament

The day of the explosion.

It was early in the morning when Vegeta woke with a start.

"Damn woman" he sighed.

He was dreaming of that blue haired vixen again.

His dream had started a nightmare, like many others he'd have every night since the days of torment and despair under Frieza's rule. Vegeta was being tortured and just as he was reaching his breaking point, he felt the scenery change and found himself resting in somebody's arms. His eyes were closed, but still he could feel the air around him, full of peace and serenity, something that he had never experienced before.

Vegeta layed there, enjoying the calm and warmth the embrace gave him, when he felt soft hands caressing his face and he opened his black eyes to meet two blue ones, so blue that he felt as if he would willingly drown within their depths.

Suddenly a flash of blue caught his attention and he realized that the one who was so gently holding him was none other than his blue haired torment, Bulma Briefs. Though he never voiced it, he knew her name well.

Vegeta was in a trance as he took in her face and searched for a word to describe it, but all he came up with was a lame, "beautiful".

Beautiful? Yes, indeed. He had enough pride to admit it, if only to himself. She was one of the most desirable woman's that he had ever encountered.

Her body was almost perfect to him. So like a saiyan in many ways, yet very different at the same time. Her skin looked smooth and inviting to the touch. Oh, how he yearned to touch that skin. She had curves on all the right places.

Bulma was very attractive; she knew it and flaunted it. The clothes she wore were enough to drive a sane man crazy. And he hated her for it.

He hated how with one look, one accidental brush of her hand against his, she could make him feel things that not even the most experienced pleasure slaves on that wretched lizard's ship ever could.

Can you imagine how hard it is to train in the gravity chamber with an erection? He walked around the house with a permanent hard on, and the bitch never even noticed how much he wanted her.

He never asked for this. He had lived his life alone, surrounded by thousands, yet alone all the same, and it never bothered him before. Vegeta had learned his lesson by Frieza's hand and neither needed nor wanted to feel these pesky emotions, until now.

He enjoyed their idiotic arguments so much that he felt compelled to provoke her anger almost every time that they crossed paths, he even began to avoid her so he could stop feeling, but it didn't work.

Vegeta began to discover that aside from his growing attraction towards her, he also came to worry about her when she'd go out and felt overly jealous and possessive whenever he saw her with that poor excuse of a warrior that she called her boyfriend.

"That weak bastard can't possibly satisfy her needs". He thought out loud.

No, there was no way that he could. Bulma was a fiery woman, and that stupid moron acted as if he was afraid of her when she would scream at him, even though he knew that she had no fighting power whatsoever.

He had no doubt in his mind that she had the same fire and passion in bed as she did whenever they would argue. He could see it in her eyes.

Vegeta closed his eyes and groaned as images of them engaged in the act of love making invaded his mind. Their sweating bodies grinding together and he could almost hear her screams and moans of pleasure as he slammed into her over and over until they both came in blinding orgasms, each of them spent while reveling in each other's arms.

He came out of his reverie with an almost painful erection, to see the big red numbers that read 4:30 a.m. on the clock that rested on his bedside table.

"Damn it all". He growled.

He had been so caught up lusting after that woman that he almost forgot the reason why he was staying in this God forsaken, mud ball of a planet in the first place.

He needed to become the legendary. He needed to save whatever honor he had left now that there were two super saiyans and the prince couldn't even begin to scratch the surface of his hidden power.

"In any case, I have to become stronger so I can defeat that third class fool and get out from this place before I get taken over by these fucking useless human emotions".

So he got up and went to the bathroom, took a shower, brushed his teeth, got on his black spandex training shorts and headed down to the GR.

"Maybe those androids would present a good enough challenge".

It was late in the after noon now and Vegeta had been training all day without rest. He was extremely hungry and horny as hell. That insufferable woman had been on his mind the entire day. She was becoming a distraction and he couldn't afford that.

He could sense her energy moving through the house towards the kitchen and knew that if he went to eat something he would find her there. The last thing he needed right now was for her to see him in his present state of arousal. It would be beyond humiliating. Not to mention that he couldn't let her know of the effects she had on him, for he knew that she would use it against him in the future.

He raised the gravity level, turned the training bots to their maximum speed and tried to block Bulma out of his head. But he was so caught up in trying to shun her out that he neglected to notice the two shots heading for him until it was to late to dodge, and just when he formed an energy ball to block them, a third shot hit him on his back and he was sent careening face first onto the GR's floor.

Just as he was turning around, ready to blow those stupid bots to oblivion, he realized that the energy ball that he had formed earlier had landed on the control panel. The room started to shake and exploded with great force before he could escape. All he had time to get out was a "bloody wonderful!" before he felt a sharp pain on his fore head and he could have sworn he heard the woman's voice calling out his name just as everything went black.

I hope you liked this chapter and thank you to those who reviewed. In the next chapter, there will finally be some interaction between Bulma and Vegeta, until then.