Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ I just want to feel ❯ Hallway Encounters ( Chapter 9 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

A/N: Wow, I never knew that my computer could make such sounds. Not to mention the almost breathtaking pyrotechnics display on the screen. I almost cried of joy ( being sarcastic).

Disclaimer: I don’t own DBZ or any of it’s characters, though I would like to…



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He was waiting for her. Cursing himself for stooping so low as to play such childish mind games with a human woman. Still he wasn’t moving from his place leaning casually against the wall opposite the door of her lab, one leg propped up with his arms crossed over his chest.

He had long ago given up on trying to rationalize his actions. Right now, all his mind had time for was the need to teach the blue haired woman a lesson. One that she wouldn’t forget, not if he had anything to do with it.

It wouldn’t hurt to take some pleasure while doing so either. After all, he needed to get her out of his system if he was ever to be able to give his all into his training and ascend to super saiyan level. And what better way to do so than what he had in mind for her? So he stayed there, scowl in place and waited.

Finally, the door to her lab opened, revealing a radiant, if not slightly disheveled Bulma. The look of surprise on her face as she saw him was priceless.

“Vegeta!” Surprise was evident in her voice. He looked up to smirk predatorily at her. To say she got nervous would be an understatement. “What do you want?” It didn’t come out as she had expected but it would have to do for now. She looked around and saw that they were alone in the hallway. She returned her gaze to him and waited for him to say something.

He just stared at her with an indecipherable look. She had just turned to leave when he took a step forward making her attention turn to him once more. She stopped to look inquiringly at him. Still he said nothing, but started moving towards her instead.

She saw this and nervously looked around the hallway again. He kept advancing. With every step forward he took, she took a step backwards until her back met the closed door of her lab.

She stifled a gasp, making her bravest face at him. “Did you break the gravity room again?” Bulma tried to sound as indignant as she could without betraying the urge to pull him closer, as he stood just inches in front of her.

He just grunted and leaned forward. For a moment, she thought he was going to kiss her, but he turned his head just slightly at the last minute coming besides her ear to say in a terribly seductive tone of voice… “You didn’t answer my question.”

‘Okay, he had the whole dark and mysterious air working for him. So why did he have to open his mouth and ruin the moment?’ She was this close to losing control until his question left her at a loss. What was he talking about?

“What question?”

He looked at her, something akin to annoyance flashed through his eyes before he smirked once again, placing his arms against the door on each side of her, effectively trapping her.

“Do you want to feel my hands roaming all over your body once more, Woman?”

Her cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink and she started stammering. However, her stammering came to an abrupt stop when her eyes met his, which were almost smoldering with unreleased passion.

He inched closer and her breathing stopped. His breath tickling her lips as he talked.

“Well, aren’t you going to answer me?”

All she could get out was an affirmative “Mmm-hmm.” For fear that their lips would touch if she moved. But wasn’t that what she wanted?

He smirked devilishly. “Hmm? Did you say something?”

‘Ha, ha.’ She thought sarcastically. It seemed as if the prince was actually enjoying torturing her. She would’ve realized what he was planning if it weren’t for the fact that his closeness was clouding her better judgment. So she did the only thing she could do, which any woman in her right mind wouldn’t have. But who said she was? In her right mind, that is.

“Yes.” It was whispered, but he had heard her nonetheless and grinned like the Cheshire cat, it was almost unnerving. He was having a little fun. So…

“What was that? I couldn’t quite catch it.”

‘Oh, what a funny guy! Stupid ass…’ “Yes.” She answered with narrowed eyes. This time it was louder. His eyes darkened, if such a thing were possible. Maybe it was her mind fogging up.

“Yes what?” Her eyes widened. He wanted to hear her say it, to see her lowering herself to him!

Bulma was about to shove him away, or die trying. But her hands betrayed her, settling on his shoulders instead. ‘Damned traitorous hands!’ The position reminding her of the incident in the kitchen a few days before. She really was a masochist. That’s the only explanation for it. But that didn’t keep her from giving him what he wanted. What did I tell you? Masochist!

“I want to feel your hands on me again, Vegeta.” Her voice was meek and his name came out as a breath.

“Now that’s better.” He placed one hand on her waist under her button up shirt and the other at the hem of her skirt, which reached to mid thigh. His gloved fingers caressing her skin just barely.

She started trembling against him as he pressed his body close to her, one leg in between hers, making her arch off the ground. He brought up her thigh, his hand rubbing the back of it.

The hand on her waist traveled up under her shirt. His thumb caressed the underside of her breast, making her moan as she leaned her head back to rest against the door.

He lowered his head and ripped open the first two buttons of her shirt with his teeth. And started planting open-mouthed kisses all over the exposed part of her chest.

He almost lost control when she moaned loudly as he traced his tongue through the valley of her breasts and ground into her hard.

“Is this what you wanted?” His voice was rough as he sucked on a nipple through the fabric of her bra.

She shook her head ‘no’ and he stopped his ministrations.

“It didn’t look that way to me.”

She took a deep breath. “Kiss me.”

He looked into her eyes, almost as if weighing his options before he dove in and took her lips in a fierce kiss.

Bulma was lost in the feeling of the kiss, which had become frantic, almost desperate. Even Vegeta himself lost all thoughts of getting even and gave in.

He had let her leg go and held her waist in a vice grip as if she would disappear if he didn’t. Her hands had moved to the back of his head, intertwining in his hair.

Just as the kiss was reaching its boiling point…

Something ran through their legs! They froze almost instantly. Each looking down to stare at the culprit.

“Scratch?” It was Scratch, her father’s cat.

Then she heard it. Someone’s whistling approaching down the hallway.

Vegeta just kicked the cat out of the way and resumed his kissing of Bulma, but ceased after a few seconds of her unresponsiveness. He leaned back looked at her and dove for her neck.

She squirmed in his arms trying to get him to stop, which he grudgingly did.

“All right Woman. But the next time I’m not stopping.”

“And what makes you think that there’ll be a next time, you ape?”

He stared at her with incredulity before quickly covering it up. “You know you can’t resist me, Woman.”

“I have a name you know!” She was fuming and had almost forgotten about the whistling.

“I know.” He crossed his arms and smirked. “Woman.” She just growled.

“Would you rather have me call you Harpy or Bitch?”

Her eyes that were eyeing his arms snapped back to his. “Ugh, you… I… Oh forget it!”

The whistling got closer.

“You know? I’m getting rather tired of this shit.” He stated in an annoyed voice.

“Tell me about it. It seems the whole world is opposed to us getting it on. I just want some nookie. Come on, is that too much to ask for?” She grumbles, but then realized what she just said and quickly tries to cover up. “I meant…”

“Uh-huh… What ever you say Woman.”

Bulma just looked down and stared at the cat, her cheeks aflame. Then it dawned on her. Her father was never far from where ever Scratch was. And as if on cue, the whistling could be heard just around the corner, and then she saw him, her father was heading towards the lab.

“Daddy!” She tried to collect herself. After all, there was nothing to explain. Vegeta was just there to make new demands on the gravity room (right). But as she turned to Vegeta to ask him to play along she noticed with surprise that he wasn’t there anymore.

He was fuming. How dare she! Why couldn’t he control himself? He was trained to sustain any kind of torture. But it seemed that all of his training wasn’t enough. One simple kiss from her would break the reigns of his self-control.

“I need to get out of here.”

He was going. He didn’t know where, but he was leaving to train somewhere where he could blow all this steam and calm his mind so he could ponder the situation more clearly.

And with that in mind, he flared up in blue energy and took off flying to an unknown destination.

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A/N: Keep reading…
~ Kaemon