Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ I just want to feel ❯ Choking confrontations ( Chapter 6 )

A/N: Hey everyone! I'm sorry I took so long to update, but as those who read my author's note might already know, my beta was indisposed and I had to look for another one.

 

Thank you Vegeta's first fan for beta reading for me. You're the best!

 

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or any of its characters... I want to. But what's a girl to do?

 

 

 

I just want to feel:

 

Choking confrontations

 

 

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Vegeta was going to go looking for a place to train, uninterrupted, in the wilderness. However, before he could take off, the gigantic dome that was known as the gravity room caught his attention.

 

Hadn't it been in progress as the woman claimed? `Maybe her father finished it?'

 

“Who cares? I'll just train there. I feel the sudden need to destroy something.” He stated with an evil gleam in his eyes.

 

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Bulma woke up with a terrible ache in her most private parts. The first things she remembered were Vegeta's caresses, his heated kisses and then, ugh, Yamcha and his liquor stench.

 

She was suddenly filled with a great feeling of guilt at her actions. She was angry with her boyfriend for interrupting what could have been the most pleasurable sexual experience of her life, or maybe not, but now she would never know.

 

She remembered Vegeta's cold words. At long last, she had had a taste of how passionate he could be, only to see it all come down in the blink of an eye. This goes to prove that she has no business, laying with the saiyan prince while she's already involved with another.

 

`Who would've thought? After all I've said about him, I want to be with him. If only I wasn't so righteous, then I could pursue an affair with him, without having my conscience bothering me all the time. Hell, I even feel bad about liking him.'

 

Her mother's and Yamcha's boisterous laughter flowed through the hallway. Bulma knew that she had to get up and face them both sometime, she knew Vegeta was training, so that would take a while; but Yamcha, on the other hand, she could only hope that he had a huge hangover and hadn't had time to analyze last night's events thoroughly.

 

With those thoughts, she got up and went to her bathroom to wash up. When she got out, she put on her denim shorts and pink tube top. And headed out to face her problems.

 

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The encounter with Yamcha turned out much better than she had thought it would, since he hardly remembered how he got there in the first place. They sat down and had a nice quiet breakfast together. And he left shortly after that.

 

She was now in her lab, working on some project or other, she couldn't remember which one. Her head had been full of Vegeta all day.

 

“The man has a big enough ego as it is, he doesn't need anyone else thinking of him, other than himself.”

 

She sighed, which she had been doing a lot lately, then glanced at the clock on the wall and stood up with a gasp. It read five o'clock p.m. She had been sitting around in her lab for almost eight hours doing nothing! Now this was a low one, even for her. Sure she was always obsessed with stuffs, but Vegeta, come on!

 

As if on cue, her stomach growled, letting her know that she had gone without food long enough. So she hung her lab coat and headed out to the house. (Which, if you've watched the GT series or movie, is on the same building, different floor.)

 

He was hungry and annoyed. The woman was constantly in his thoughts. Mind you, he didn't want her there, but being the pest she was; she wouldn't go away.

 

Vegeta was nearing the kitchen, when he sensed someone approaching. Who, to his distaste, turned out to be the blue haired woman heading to the kitchen, just his luck!

 

He had expected a strong urge to strangle her for humiliating the prince of all saiyans the night before, but to his puzzlement, he felt the need to know the reason why she had done it. She seemed willing enough, willing indeed, she had been gasping and mewling in pleasure and he hadn't entered her yet.

 

But then he had to show up, that stupid human weakling that she always clung to. Vegeta had been both frustrated and relieved. For one, to put it bluntly, he was almost blue in the balls with the constant yearning for the woman and she had just presented him with the chance to relieve himself. On the other hand, he had been relieved, in a completely different sense, because he knew that if they had gone through with it, the woman would later be demanding things from him that he could not give to anyone, things that he didn't believe still existed within him, if they ever did at all.

 

Vegeta desired her, that wasn't up for questioning, but caring for her was an entirely separate matter. He truly doubted that he ever could come to care for someone, or something, other than surpassing Kakarot and his saiyan pride, that was all he had left. Or so he thought.

 

The clanking sounds coming from the kitchen brought his thoughts to dwell once more on his stomach and he cursed himself for such a weakness. He knew that if he didn't eat something soon his energy would diminish, a saiyan trait that he despised.

 

The way he saw it, he had few options. Either he went hunting, which would take time and energy better employed on training, starve for a while and come back when she's finished, or simply gather all of his pride and walk in as if her presence wasn't anything short of a simple annoyance that he had to deal with on a daily basis.

 

He decided on the latter and strode into the kitchen, head held high, taking his usual stance, with his arms crossed over his chest, and spoke to her for the first time since the prior night.

 

“What is there to eat, Woman?”

 

To say that Bulma was startled was a bit of an understatement. She jumped with a choked “eep!” at the sound of his voice, making the pasta she was stir frying spread all over the stove.

 

Her body froze. What was she going to do or say, after what happened or didn't happen last night. Slowly she turned around to face him, still unable to think of anything to say, anything intelligible anyway.

 

“Well, are you going to stand there gaping like a fish, Woman, or are you going to answer my question?”

 

Silence…

 

Vegeta rolled his eyes. “Cat got your tongue, or do I intimidate you that much?”

 

Finally the blow to her pride, which they both have a great excess of, made her reply.

 

“I was merely startled, that's all. What more do you expect, we didn't exactly part on the best of terms the last time we saw each other.” She didn't know what she was doing, but she decided to follow a gut feeling and keep going like she was.

 

“And what would make you say a thing like that?” He said, his sarcasm obvious.

 

“Come on, Vegeta, we're both adults. Something happened between us last night, I'm not sure what it was, but it happened either way.”

 

“I'll tell you what happened. You came into my room, uninvited, and threw yourself at me like those whores in those stupid soap operas that you constantly watch.”

 

Bulma didn't know how to react. Had he called her a whore, or was he just referring to the women in the soaps? “You… Why you… How dare you?!”

 

He just stood there, looking at her, with a cruel smirk on his face. And she realized than in addition to insulting her, he had also denied his part in what had happened, which was preposterous. After all, she didn't throw herself on the floor and climbed on top of herself, nor was it the air who kissed and caressed her body, making her cry out in pleasure. Fury rose up in her like never before, accounted in part to her lack of restraint on her bodily reactions.

 

“You arrogant, self-centered, chauvinistic, asshole!” By now she was screaming at the top of her lungs, not caring who heard her. “How dare you deny your actions?!”

 

“You presume to call Vegeta, the prince of all saiyans, a liar?”

 

“I'll presume to call you whatever the hell I want, you… you… you bitch of a monkey! I don't know what I was thinking, you obviously aren't man enough to acknowledge your actions. No wonder you are alone, who would want such a worthless being as yourself!”

 

His hand on her neck silenced her. Tears sprang to her eyes, as she realized too late what she had said, instantly regretting her words. He gripped her neck with his right hand, bringing her eyes to level with his own. She braced her hands on his shoulders, trying in vain to pull herself from his grasp.

 

Vegeta was almost blind with rage, never had the words of another hurt so much, not even Frieza's. Yet the woman's, they had held such impact on his gut, just as much as a fist would have. He wanted her to take it back, to be able to deny her words, but he knew that neither was possible.

 

His hand was shaking while he was battling inwardly on whether to let her go or tighten his hand a little more and end this once and for all.

 

He finally focused on her, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, and his grip loosened involuntarily, but he didn't let go.

 

She opened her eyes, tears rolling down her face onto his gloved hand, and gasped for breath, looking fearfully into his eyes. She didn't know if it was a hallucination due to the lack of oxygen, but the utter despair she saw in Vegeta's eyes was almost unmistakable.

 

One of her hands came up to caress his cheek and his unemotional façade crumbled. He looked like a lost boy and she gave him a sad little smile. She was crazy!

 

Then an angry look invaded his features once more. “Damn you!” He growled and pulled her flush against him, taking her lips roughly in his own before he threw her against the wall and stalked off, leaving a bewildered Bulma in his wake.

 

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A/N: Ok, that's that. I already have the next chapter written so I'll be updating soon. Review!!!

 

~Kaemon