Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ I just want to feel ❯ Regret... But of the wrong kind ( Chapter 5 )

A/N: Hey! I'm back (duh). This chapter picks up where the previous one left off. But before you go on reading it I would like to say that if for any reason Bulma seems less intelligent that she usually is, keep in mind that she just came out of Vegeta's room, where he was bestowing mind-blowing pleasure upon her, or something like that.

 

Oh, and there's some lemon in this chapter, a mild recap of the previous one and a little extra so if you are offended by anything of the sort just skip it, I'll let you know when it is.

 

Disclaimer: I keep telling you people that I DO NOT own DBZ, but do you listen? I hope you do, `cause I don't want to get sued.

 

 

 

I just want to feel:

Regret… But not of the proper kind

 

 

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“Where were you?”

 

At that moment, Bulma froze and surprised even herself by muttering an incoherent “umm…”

 

She, who always had something to say about everything, was at a loss for words. She noticed that Yamcha was eyeing her and quickly reached for something, anything, to say before he noticed her flushed state.

 

However, it was already too late by the way he was looking at her, and she knew that her appearance must be a dead give away. `Oh God! What was I doing? Am I out of my mind? Wait… don't answer that.'

 

“Well?” She was pulled out of her thoughts by Yamcha's urging.

 

He was growing impatient and seeing her just standing there in silence, while he had time to let his thoughts wonder as to possible reasons for her disheveled appearance, wasn't helping.

 

Suddenly a slight humming sound reached their ears. `I'm going to kill him!' Bulma thought murderously.

 

As for Yamcha, well, he was sensing around for the saiyan prince's power and found him in the GR. `What a surprise.' Ok, so he knew that something was off. It didn't come as a surprise that Vegeta would still be training; it wasn't that late at night after all. However, if the saiyan had been training all this time, then why hadn't he heard the humming of the GR until now?

 

Could it be possible that his drunken state was such that he had let is imagination get the best of him? Maybe he had not taken in his surroundings properly, while he was obsessing with Bulma's supposed attraction towards her saiyan houseguest.

 

He was brought out of his musings when she suddenly blurted out an excuse.

 

“I was thirsty, so I went to the kitchen to get some ice water.”

 

“Oh and where is it?”

 

`Shit!' “I drank it in the kitchen. What's with all the questioning?”

 

“Nothing, I was just worried, I heard a thud. Is everything all right?”

 

Bulma flushed with remembrance, she knew very well the reason of that `thud', she could still feel the lingering tingle that Vegeta's caresses left on her skin.

 

“Bulma?”

 

“Oh yeah, that. I didn't turn the lights on so as not to wake anyone. It was so dark that I couldn't see were I was going very well and I stubbed my toe with the table and fell down. Stupid table.”

 

Bulma was astounded with herself, how could she, Bulma Briefs, one of the world's greatest geniuses, have come up with such an idiotic excuse? Suddenly, a bark of laughter rang in the hallway, and she looked up to see Yamcha laughing his head off, while clutching his stomach.

 

`That must be true… Bulma would never make up a stupid lie like that.' Yamcha thought to himself as he tried to control his laughter. He almost keeled over, but stopped his fall by grabbing onto Bulma's shoulders.

 

Bulma almost went down with him, but somehow managed to steady herself in time. As he started laughing anew, she caught wind of the strong scent of alcohol lingering on his breath and wondered how she could not smell it before.

 

Thinking fast she took advantage of the situation before he had any chance to properly register everything.

 

“What are you- you're drunk!” She tried to sound utterly appalled by the mere thought of it.

 

“Huh? Oh. It was only a little vodka.”

 

“A little?! You reek of alcohol Yamcha. Ugh, God!”

 

“Don't make such a fuss Bulma, it can't be that bad.”

 

“That bad? Yamcha it's almost nauseating. You are not coming near me smelling like that, go home.”

 

She stood there hoping he would do as she said, but judging by the lost look on his face, he clearly could not hold himself straight long enough to look her in the eye let alone travel to his flat. How he managed to get into her room in the first place was a mystery to her.

 

“Ugh, okay, you can stay here, but don't get any ideas mister. You are staying in one of our spare bedrooms. You are not sleeping anywhere near me tonight. Got it buddy?” The idea of having him touch her just moments after she had almost laid with Vegeta unnerved her.

 

“Uh, alright babe, just lead the way.” He responded dejectedly, not wanting to hear any more of her loud scolding, which was almost unbearable due to the huge headache that he was just starting to develop.

 

She promptly led him down the hallway, across the dining room and the living room to finally reach the opposite wing of that floor of the compound. However, before he had a chance to complain or even inquire the reasons of her actions, she had pushed him into a room, but not before, she ordered him to `take a bath before he intoxicated the entire building with his awful stench.'

 

 

“The nerve of that idiot!” Bulma entered her room, still ranting and venting her fake anger at Yamcha's fortunate state of drunkenness. What she was truly furious about was the blatant interruption of what had been her best and, most likely, only chance with Vegeta.

 

She was still nervous and mildly afraid of what it would mean for her, almost nonexistent as of lately, relationship with the former desert bandit if she had been caught during her shameful display of lust earlier.

 

However, she could no longer try to escape her feelings for Vegeta, be them what they were, she yearned for his attentions nonetheless. Oh, how his touches could set her ablaze like no other! She actually blushed while remembering her brazen actions.

 

:: Flashback :: :: Lemon starts here ::

 

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.

 

They were still clothed, although barely, as their thrusts became more urgent, imitating the act that both wanted to bring to completion, desire spreading through them like wildfire.

 

As soon as Bulma's slip flew across the room, Vegeta raised her from her place on his lap, to lay her on her back so he could have better control of the situation. He had yearned for this for far too long, and if the woman kept going as she was, he would've disgraced himself by coming in his shorts before he even had the chance to feel her wetness surrounding him. Besides, he wanted to hear her begging him to take her.

 

He was so lost in the feel of her hot skin against his bare chest that he hadn't realized that they had ran out of bed space until the sound of her falling ungracefully on her ass reverberated through the room.

 

He couldn't contain his smirk at her indignant glare, but the sight of her sprawled on his bedroom floor, looking flushed, clad only in her panties was much too overpowering for him to ignore. He dived to the floor circling his arms around her back, thus bringing her flush against him once more.

 

`Hmmmm…'

 

She let out a loud groan of pleasure as he nipped at her neck while simultaneously thrusting forward to press his, by now, evident arousal hard against her hot center, barely containing a groan of his own.

 

:: Lemon ends here ::

 

“Bulma?” Came the faint call of a male voice from the direction of her room.

 

He felt her immediately stiffen beneath him and looked down to find her staring wide eyed at the door of his room as if it were the inopportune culprit.

 

“Yamcha…” He heard her stunned whisper.

 

“Forget about him woman.” He tried to bring her out of her stupor and coax her to continue with their earlier actions. `Damn that stupid bastard and his bad timing!'

 

She turned to look at him , but made no move to either pick up where they left off, or get up. So he took the initiative, after all, she had done so earlier herself.

 

Bulma was near frantic, she couldn't believe that Yamcha was calling her from her room, while she was in Vegeta's room, sprawled underneath him. `Had he heard her?' She needed to go to him before he came and found her. However, the saiyan prince that was currently laying on top of her had other ideas as he captured her lips in a heated kiss once more.

 

“Vegeta, if I don't go to him now he will find us here.” She broke the kiss to try to persuade him, to no avail, but it was his next words that surprised and freaked her the most.

 

“Let him come, I don't care if he sees that you favor my attentions, I am making you mine tonight.” He growled as he proceeded to ravage her neck after that declaration, making Bulma almost want throw caution to the wind and let him take her at that moment, forgetting everything else.

 

But she couldn't, her conscience wouldn't let her.

 

“Get off me Vegeta!” She hissed under her breath at him and instantly regretting doing so, because the next thing she knew, he had pushed her away from him as if she had burned him.

 

She slammed against the wall with a thud and when she finally dared to look up, she wished she hadn't. She saw a hurt look flash through his eyes before he instantly reverted to his cold mask, bestowing her with an icy glare that she had never seen directed at herself. Sure, he had glared or scowled at her, but it had never been like this.

 

“Get out.” His voice eerily calm.

 

“I'm sor-” She was suddenly cut off as he threw her clothes at her.

 

“I said get out woman, NOW. I would advice you to do so before I drag you out myself.”

 

She couldn't think of anything to say at the moment, and so, to save face, looking dejectedly to the floor she turned around to head out of the room before he decided to humiliate her in front of Yamcha.

 

She put on her clothes, still looking down, she pushed the button that opened the door and stepped out of his room. Only then she dared to look back to see him walking towards his balcony doors and slide them open. She raised her hand once again to the button on the outside wall, this time to close the door, but not before hearing his low threat.

 

“Oh, and woman? Do not presume to enter my quarters ever again. I shall not be held responsible for my actions if you do so.” She knew that the meaning behind his words held no relation to what had almost transpired between them just moments ago, if anything, they meant the exact opposite.

 

She heard Yamcha call her name once again and began to furiously try to straighten her clothes and her hair, while replying with a shaky `I'm here.'

 

:: End of flashback ::

 

Bulma sighed as she ran her hand through her hair, frowning as she recalled the saiyan's words. They had been so close, and it all came down faster than she could blink.

 

She knew she must have felt more guilt or shame at her actions, but she could not. Even with her boyfriend sleeping a few rooms, erm, okay, under the same roof as her, all she could think about was how Vegeta's kisses made her burn for him and the hurt look that crossed his face at her outburst before he could retract into his unemotional shell.

 

`What have I done?' She regretfully asked herself as she realized that if would be even harder, if not impossible, for her to be as near him again as she was when they were sharing that heated embrace in his room.

 

Sighing once more, she walked to her desk, turned on her laptop, plopped down in front of it and set out to do something she hadn't had the need to do since she was a teenager, pour out her feelings by typing them in her digital journal.

 

 

 

 

A/N: How was that? I had written something different but the floppy I had it stored in magically disappeared, must've been that pesky muse that has been annoying me lately. Anyway, I set out to rewrite it, and though it didn't come out as I planned, I hope that you like it nonetheless.

 

*Reviews are most welcome, whether they are appraising or just constructive criticism, they give the authors the motivation they need to keep on writing their stories.

 

Until next time,

 

~Kaemon