Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ I just want to feel ❯ Interruptions, of the drunken kind ( Chapter 4 )

A/N: I'm sorry for the delay, but my life has been really busy lately and every time I sat down to write, something came up that demanded my immediate attention, making it extremely difficult for me to update as fast as I wanted to.

 

Yamcha appears on this chapter, finally. I just wanted to let you know that there will be no Yamcha bashing in this story. Personally, I like Yamcha; he has done nothing, in the series, that would lead me to think otherwise. Plus, be honest, he had to have really loved Bulma to be able to put up with her for over ten years, you know how she can be sometimes. I just think that she needed someone of stronger character to balance hers, thus making her happy.

 

To each his own, no? Just tell me if anything bothers you and I'll do my best to fix it, ok? On with the story then…

 

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or any of it's character, just the story.

 

 

I just want to feel:

 

Interruptions, of the drunken kind

 

 

 

He was dreaming again. That stupid lizard taunting him, threatening to put an end to his “innocence”. Not that Vegeta didn't know what the act of sex was, but at the age of twenty, Vegeta had yet to experience it first hand. He had visited a few of the ship's pleasure slaves, but there had only been some kissing, licking and sucking involved and they would never bring the actual act to completion, Frieza would never allow it to. The bastard did not want the royal bloodline of Vegeta-sei to continue.

 

That son of a bitch came too close to raping him this time, which finally broke through the young saiyan's control, and he snapped. He was forming an energy ball; ready to die defending what little remained of his honor. This was it; he was going to rebel against Frieza, even if it were the last thing he did.

 

“Vegeta…” He heard his name spoken softly, but kept his eyes focused on the lizard.

 

“Vegeta…” There it was again, louder this time. He could tell it was a woman and had an idea who; but how the hell did she get there? That's when he realized that he had been dreaming again.

 

He was awake now; but decided to keep still, maybe she would go away. However, it seemed that she had read his thoughts, because the next thing he knew, she was shaking him. He gave up and opened his eyes to glare at her, but suddenly realized that he was still holding the energy ball he had been forming in his dream in his hand and quickly dissolved it.

 

`I need to be more careful.'

 

He stared harder at her trying to salvage what was left of his pride.

 

It's unbelievable, here she is, in his room, at night, dressed in that skimpy outfit that she wore to bed and all he could think about was the humiliation he felt by having her see him in such a vulnerable state.

 

He noticed that Bulma was nervously avoiding eye contact and thought it best in the situation. She was too close, sitting on his bed, and he was starting to feel awkward just lying there with her looking at some invisible spot on his bed. He shifted his position on the bed so that he was slightly sitting, which made her turn her eyes to him.

 

`Damn it! What's wrong with her? What is she still doing here?'

 

It was irritating. He was starting to get annoyed at the look she was giving him, but then her expression changed into something akin to… Was that compassion on her face? She was looking intently at his eyes, shaking, and goose bumps on her skin.

 

He was starting to feel affected by her state; the fact that she wanted him was obvious in the lustful glimmer of her eyes and the air between them was thick with tension. Therefore, he thought it best to put an end to the moment before things went too far and he ended doing something that he knew he would later regret.

 

Just as he was going to yell at her as an excuse to make her leave, she literally threw herself at him and crushed her lips against his.

 

Vegeta couldn't believe it, the woman was kissing him; she had the gall to force her mouth on his without his consent. Although he could have stopped her had he wanted to. He had spent so long lusting after her, and that's maybe what made him do what he did next.

 

 

Bulma's lips were hard on his at first, but then she slowly let the pressure go until they were just touching, waiting for him to make a move. Just as she was about to pull back and high tail it out of there, he pushed his lips just slightly against hers.

 

She felt his hesitant response and began to nibble lightly on his lower lip to urge him on. Vegeta felt a current of desire that traveled from his bottom lip to his lower regions and was amazed at the fact that a simple human woman could ignite such pleasure in him with one kiss.

 

One of his hands came up behind her head while the other rested on her shoulder. Bulma took this as a sign of encouragement and grew bolder, caressing his upper lip with the tip of her tongue, an action that sent shivers down his spine and made his blood flow faster to his nether regions.

 

Suddenly, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her onto a straddling position on top of him, while fiercely kissing her breathless, his tongue touching hers, tasting her mouth; battling for dominance over the kiss.

 

As the kiss progressed, he became more passionate and his hands ventured to caress her back, going lower by the minute. He let the kiss go, both of them gasping for breath, but kept on trailing open-mouthed kisses from her ears to her neck, her collarbone, her shoulders…

 

 

Outside of the compound, a drunken Yamcha stood before the front gates, pondering on what his next step was. He knew there was a motive as to why he was here, but for some strange reason, probably the alcohol induced haze in his mind, he could not remember what it was.

 

`Maybe, I should go. Nah. It's like ten o'clock, she`s probably still up, working on one of her projects.'

 

He was about to call on the intercom, but thought better of it, since the damn thing would sound all over the compound. He knew he shouldn't even try to fly up to her lab, he would surely fall face first onto the ground, considering the state he was in.

 

Yamcha knew he shouln't have drank that much, seeing as he was still training for when the androids came, but he needed to clear his mind if he was going to make a decision tonight.

 

It's ironic, really. He drank to get away from thoughts of Bulma not wanting him as she once did. He drank to escape, to drown out that nagging little voice in the back of his head that kept warning him that Bulma and Vegeta sleeping under the same roof was a very bad idea. As to why? He dared not think of the consequences.

 

He wasn't stupid, though some people might beg to differ, he had noticed the longing looks she would sent the saiyan's way, though he doubted that even she noticed that she was doing it herself.

 

Vegeta, now that was another story. He couldn't have been more obvious, though he probably would deny such accusations if confronted, Yamcha knew better. He didn't even bother to pretend, he had even had the nerve of glaring at him once, when Yamcha had caught him staring at her form on a balcony from the entrance of the GR.

 

Now look at him, standing in front of her house, wanting desperately to see her, to reassure himself that it was all in his mind, she would never betray him and that she was indeed attracted to the saiyan prince, but would never act upon it.

 

`To hell with it.'

 

He took out his cell phone and dialed her private number, that way he wouldn't disturb anyone else in the compound. He didn't know how wrong he was.

 

 

Back in Vegeta's room, Bulma let out a moan of pleasure as he lightly bit on the juncture between her neck and shoulder, while massaging both her breasts through the sheer fabric of her blue-pearl laced trim satin slip.

 

After another moan, louder this time, Vegeta went up to her mouth again, loving the feel of her tongue against his. Bulma bucked against him, as if to relieve some of the pressure that had been building up down there and Vegeta's hands instinctively grabbed on to her thighs as he barely suppressed a groan.

 

Desperate for some skin on skin contact, Vegeta slid down the straps on her shoulders, thus releasing her firm, full breasts of their confines. He took one already aroused peak into his mouth, alternately sucking and licking it, while Bulma almost screamed out as she pressed herself harder against his now rock hard erection.

 

All was lost on them as they felt nothing but their bodies against each other's, the desire to be one pulsing strong within both of them.

 

They didn't hear Bulma's phone ring down the hall. Nor the rather loud, grumbles and groans of pain of Yamcha as he somehow flew over the gate, only to land on his face in the yard.

 

 

`I made it!'

 

He had managed to get to her balcony, don't ask him how. He just hoped that the doors were open. He doubted he could go back now. Imagine if Bulma found him sleeping, half-drunk, outside her room. He would never hear the end of it, of that he was sure of.

 

`Thank God!'

 

Yamcha thought as he opened one of the sliding doors that led to her bedroom. Something wasn't right, the lights were off, but he could clearly make out her bed, which she wasn't on.

 

`Maybe she's in her lab after all?'

 

However, the lights on the lab were off too, he had seen them before he went up to her room.

 

Dread filled him, could it be possible that what he had been fearing all this time was true. His breathing hitched.

 

“No.”

 

`She wouldn't do something like that, would she?'

 

-Thump-

 

`What was that?'

 

`hmmmm…'

 

`Ok, now that I heard clearly.'

 

He was now convinced that he had heard Bulma groan after a loud thud. So he decided to investigate, praying to the gods that she had fallen down instead of it being what he suspected it was.

 

Maybe he really was stupid, because nothing else could excuse what he did next. He called out to her from inside her bedroom.

 

“Bulma?” Nothing. He waited a while before trying again. Louder this time.

 

“Bulma?” All he got was another thud and a…

 

“I'm here.” He noticed her voice was shaky.

 

So he peeked his head into the hallway to watch her coming from the direction of his room, her appearance tussled.

 

“Where were you?”

 

“Umm…”

 

 

 

A/N: Well that's it for today, some action as I promised, just not the fighting kind. I promise I'll try harder to update sooner this time. Read & review then tell me what you thought. If you have any ideas, or have something you wish to see in the story let me know, I'll do my best to include it.

 

~Kaemon