Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ I just want to feel ❯ Nightmares ( Chapter 3 )

A/N: Hey! I'm back with a new chapter. I wanted to thank all of you who reviewed; they have been very helpful. Oh and `…' mean thoughts.

 

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or any of its characters. Don't sue, please!!!

 

~Previously

 

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...

 

 

I just want to feel:

Nightmares

 

 

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

 

"Bulma honey, are you still in there?"

 

The way too cheerful voice of Bulma's mother was heard from the other side of Vegeta's bedroom door.

 

Bulma's eyes widened as she realized what she was about to do and immediately froze in the spot.

 

'Damn it!' Vegeta thought. He slightly growled while roughly tossing her aside like a rag doll. She landed on the floor with a yelp and quickly stumbled to her feet to face her mother who was currently standing cluelessly at the doorway.

 

"Oh! Vegeta dear, I see that you've woken up. Are you feeling better?"

 

"Hmph." Was all she got for an answer. He got up from the bed taking off his bandages and throwing them carelessly to the floor as he headed to his bathroom without a second glance and slammed the door when he got in.

 

Bulma flinched and stared at the closed door in disbelief, her head a jumble of thoughts and emotions. But before she could thoroughly analyze what had just happened she was interrupted once again by her mother.

 

"Bulma?"

 

"..."

 

"Bulma dear?"

 

"Huh? What? Mom?" She responded shaking her head.

 

"What's wrong honey?"

 

"Nothing. I guess he's feeling better. I'm going to my room to take a bath too. Did you need something?”

 

"No darling. I'll go make something for you two to eat."

 

"All right, see you later mom."

 

 

~ Vegeta's shower...

 

Vegeta layed his head against the shower wall as he let the almost ice-cold water wash over him.

 

"What the hell was that?"

 

'Why did I almost let that happen? When did I become so weak minded?'

 

'The day you started seeing her as more than just another stupid, human woman.' A little voice in the back of his head answered him.

 

'Fuck you! What are you talking about?!'

 

'Why are you angry? I'm just stating the facts.'

 

“Look at me. I'm talking to myself.” He sighed in exasperation.

 

'Don't deny the fact that you wanted her.'

 

"That woman is going to be the end of what little sanity I have left. A lovesick human girl is the last thing that I need."

 

'But she smelled so good'

 

"I almost lost control."

 

'And that look in her eyes.'

 

He sensed a now overly familiar pull at his groin and felt himself harden as he remembered what had almost happened in his bed.

 

` What's wrong with me? It was just a kiss, and it didn't even happen.'

 

"I can't let this become more than lust. She would turn into a weakness and that's something that I cannot afford."

 

'But a little fuck couldn't hurt. Could it?'

 

He looked down at himself. He was now rock hard and standing at attention and the cold shower wasn't helping.

 

"This is going to be a problem." He sighed.

 

 

~ In Bulma's bathroom...

 

Bulma layed in her bathtub surrounded by pink, rose scented bubbles.

 

"Ah, now this is more like it" She said sighing.

 

She was feeling a bit more relaxed, but still felt a little flushed and stunned by her actions earlier that day.

 

"Why couldn't I stop myself?"

 

'What is it about him that makes me act so recklessly?'

 

She remembered the feel of his hot breath on her lips and his hand touching her face. She couldn't deny that she wanted, no, needed Vegeta.

 

'I have to do something about it soon or I will surely go insane, for real this time.'

 

 

After she got out of the bathroom, she turned on her laptop and started to work. She stayed in her room the rest of the day, she had told her mother that she was working on a “special project”, more like “Special Project: Avoid Vegeta”.

 

 

That night, Bulma had trouble sleeping, so after two hours of laying awake staring at the ceiling she decided to go down to the kitchen and get a drink.

 

As she passed by Vegeta's door, she heard muffled sounds coming form his bedroom. She stopped walking and turned towards the door, but did not move.

 

`I guess he went to bed early, since the new GR still hasn't been finished.'

 

She wanted to keep walking, but the curiosity was killing her, so she opened the door, hoping against hope that the swishing sound it made didn't wake him.

 

Her breath caught at the sight of him, he was having a nightmare, but that was not what had caught her attention. Clad only in his spandex shorts, the sheet he had been covering himself with had ridden low to his thighs because of his thrashing, and from where she stood, she had a great view of his chest, glistening with a light shin of sweat, his abs flexing with every move.

 

Bulma tried to walk out of the room, but her legs betrayed her and instead moved towards the bed. She started to feel the same pull that she had felt that morning, for some strange reason, one that constantly eluded her, she felt drawn to the prince.

 

Maybe it was the fact that he was alone in this world, but she knew that wasn't it, Bulma did not pity him; on the contrary, she admired him, in a way. Vegeta may be weaker than Goku when it came to fighting power, but she knew that he had to be extremely stronger than him in will and spirit or else he would've never survived Frieza's rule.

 

She sat at the edge of his bed, silently watching him. Worried not for his physical health, but for his health of mind. When would the nightmares stop? Even though he had survived the lizard physically unscathed, with only a few scars to show as a sign of his torture, she knew that there had to be deep emotional scars that would be almost impossible to heal, if at all; his nightmares where proof enough of that.

 

And then it hit her like a ton of bricks, she had feelings for Vegeta, not just petty feelings like lust and desire, but real deep feelings, like the ones in the silly romance novels she liked to read. That fact scared her to death. Bulma knew that he would not be able to return her feelings, even though he desired her.

 

Bulma wasn't daft, and she had noticed the prince's reaction to her proximity. He only wore spandex for crying out loud, and let's just say that he wasn't lacking in that department either. How she would like to see for herself what he could do with that.

 

The fact that Yamcha had been her only boyfriend did not mean that she was a virgin or a prude, God forbid, but still having those thoughts about Vegeta, specifically, bothered her.

 

Her train of thought was interrupted by a loud growl coming from the object of her desires. She looked down to find him thrashing about more violently. A bluish light caught her attention and she realized that he was forming an energy ball in his right hand, so decided to wake him before he destroyed the room; with her in it.

 

“Vegeta…” She whispered, but it didn't work so she tried a little louder.

 

“Vegeta…” This time the growling stopped but he didn't wake, so she tried to shake him a little. As soon as she touched him, his eyes flew open and widened upon seeing her, and the energy ball in his hand dissolved.

 

The blue haired woman felt the sudden urge to run, but try as she might she could not get her body to respond. His eyes were tiny slits now, staring her down, trying to hide his surprise and mortification at seeing her in his room, having her wake him up from one of his nightmares.

 

Bulma hadn't made eye contact yet and was getting uncomfortable, she tried to look anywhere but his eyes, but when he slightly shifted his position on the bed she reflexively looked up and their eyes met.

 

It was then that she realized that she had never really looked at his eyes. And she saw, for the first time, the man beneath the warrior. She saw his insecurity and a kind of vulnerability that she had never imagined would exist inside a man who had seen what he had.

 

Her emotions must have been reflected in her face because he was now looking at her in something akin to wonder, but he would not allow it, and it was gone the instant the emotion passed through his eyes.

 

Bulma started to feel hot and cold at the same time, withholding the desire to touch him was making her tremble and her skin break out in goose bumps. He took notice of her state and since it was starting to affect him too, tried to stop it before she looked down and the moment escalated to something that they would later regret.

 

Just when he was about to open his mouth and ruin the moment, Bulma saw his intent and in that moment she forgot about Yamcha, her friends, her family and who they both were as she acted on impulse and leaned forward to crush her mouth against his.