Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ I just want to feel ❯ Almost ( Chapter 2 )

I'm sorry I took so long with this chapter, but my life has been hectic lately. Anyway, on with the story...

'...' mean thoughts, "..." mean spoken aloud.

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

~Previously...

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 forehead and he could have sworn he heard the woman's voice calling out his name just as everything went black...

I just want to feel:

Almost

 

Vegeta came to mildly disoriented, with a huge headache. Slowly, he took in his surroundings; why was he in his room? More importantly, why was the woman asleep in a chair beside his bed? Suddenly the memories of what happened returned to him and he remembered the frantic tone of her voice as she called out to him after the GR had exploded.

Bulma looked as if she hadn't slept all night. Had she stayed by his side all night just to see if he was all right?

"Why?" it came out as a whisper and Bulma remained immobile.

He was overcome with a feeling so strong that his stomach churned. However, it wasn't a sick feeling. No, it was something else, something the woman evoked in him.

'Bullshit!'

He quickly dismissed it; he didn't want to dwell on its meaning now.

'Let her sleep, I need to get out of here.'

He tried to get up only to have a wave of dizziness flood over him and he fell none too gracefully back on the bed.

"Blast it!"

Bulma stirred and he stiffened. He didn't want to face her yet.

'Fuck! How could Vegeta, the prince of all saiyans, have been reduced to this?!'

He furiously rubbed his bandaged forehead. He had suffered greater injuries in battle and still walked away. What was he going to do now? The GR was totaled and his strength wasn't fully back yet.

He took a longing glance at Bulma and cursed himself for his weakness. She looked so beautiful just laying there, that he almost forgot himself and went to brush a strand of blue hair that had strayed in front of her face while she slept.

'I should get some sleep too.'

He'd been overexerting himself lately and that was probably the cause of his sudden ailment.

He laid down facing the wall so that his back was to her and slowly drifted into a nightmare that included Kakarot and that damn boy from the future...

 

Bulma was awaken not long after, by some strange noises that sounded like moans and grunts of battle and opened her eyes to find a slumbering Vegeta, who was kicking and thrashing fiercely.

'He's having another nightmare. I wonder if he has ever had a good night's sleep.'

"Hmm." She said aloud.

'With all the horrible things that he must have witnessed in his life, it's a miracle he's lasted this long without going out of his mind. Maybe that's why he's always scowling and not because a bad case of constipation as I originally imagined.' She snickered at the thought.

The blue haired woman just sat there staring at the still form of the saiyan prince, watching intently the even rise and fall of his chest. It seemed that his nightmare had passed and he was now sleeping calmly.

She felt drawn to him; he looked so peaceful lying there like that, except for the frown that never went away. As she looked at him, her chest tightened and she found it hard to breathe. She reached out and hesitantly caressed his face. He didn't stir so her hand kept on with its ministrations. When he still didn't move she grew bolder and moved to sit by his side on the bed and tangled one hand in his hair as the other was tracing the features of his face.

Still asleep, Vegeta let out a content sigh and started to make a sound that sounded a lot like a purr. A shocked Bulma nearly burst out laughing when she heard the almost cute sound coming from the ever so arrogant saiyan warrior.

Bulma couldn't believe what she was doing.

'What is coming over me? Am I insane? What if he wakes up? What possible explanation is there to give? Except that I want him and desire his touch more than any other man in the entire universe.'

"Well, that settles it, I am insane."

Suddenly a strong hand took hold of the one that she had currently tracing his lower lip. Bulma froze and watched in panic as Vegeta's eyes shot open almost as if in surprise.

Their eyes met and neither one could look away. He had felt her soft hands caressing his face and smelled her scent, but thought that he was dreaming again, he did not dare to open his eyes for fear that it would all go away, it wasn't until he heard her speak that he realized that it was real.

Not completely aware of his actions, but not caring anyhow, Vegeta's hand came up to her face, as if to test the reality of her presence. Bulma's breath caught in her throat and her stomach started doing flips as she slowly lowered her head to his, never breaking eye contact.

'What is she doing?'

Vegeta was too stunned to move as he saw the look in her eyes. It was a look of longing, want and need; one that almost mirrored his own. He immediately knew what her intentions were and didn't intend to stop her, not now, he wanted it too much.

Their breaths mingled and their hearts raced. Both of them instinctively closed their eyes and Bulma began to tremble in expectancy as she was going to put an end to this excruciating wait.

And just as their lips were about to meet...

 

I know, it's a little short and not my best but I promise to try to make the next one longer and more interesting.

Please read & review... Later!