Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ I just want to feel ❯ The Prodigal Saiyan's Return ( Chapter 10 )

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

A/N: A muse came over the other day, bashed me in the head and then proceeded to hand me over to the evil plot bunnies... Here are the results. I hope you like them.

Disclaimer: Not mine. Never will be. So don’t sue. Just read…



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It was a beautiful morning. The birds were singing. The sun was shining onto the clearing below and the trees… the trees were… exploding?

If one were to look more closely, one would see the shape of an enraged man pounding relentlessly into the trees.

Breaking through the peaceful singing of the birds, several shouts of “I do not need anything or anybody!” “Damn humans!” “Bloody idiot!” “The Prince of all Saiyans!” and a number of colorful curse words could be heard.

It seemed almost as his daily routine now. If he kept going like this, in a matter of days, there would be no more trees left for him to destroy. Then what would he do?

He had gone away to clear his mind, but so far it wasn’t helping. His only other option was to go back to Capsule Corporation and that… that was out of the question.

Almost two months had gone by and still no sign of Vegeta.

Bulma had been worried sick at first. Then she realized the sole stupidity in doing so. What had she been worried about? He could take care of himself. The only thing to worry about would be that he’d go on a killing spree, but somehow she could not accept that being an option. They would’ve heard about it in the news or something anyway.

So, where was he?

He was still on earth, of that she was sure of. He hadn’t taken the GR, and that was the most confusing fact. She doubted that any training he could do on Earth’s normal atmosphere would do him any good, since he was so accustomed to training at over four hundred times the Earth’s gravity.

She couldn’t recall doing anything that would drive him away. Well anything recent anyway. In fact, he had just said the words ‘next time’ in their last conversation, which implied that they would meet again. Therefore, she just figured that he needed some time alone and would be back eventually.

Things went back to normal. Life on Capsule Corp. had taken a slow pace. Yamcha had gone off to play professional baseball in God knows where. He had tried to explain to her the reasons he had for leaving like that, which were very valid ones. At least she assumed they were since she had been obsessing about Vegeta’s mysterious disappearance too much to listen properly to her own boyfriend’s good byes. Oh God! What had become of her!

Back to her mental recap…

Now that Vegeta was gone, Krillin came by to visit her often. She figured that his frequent visits were due in part because he was mourning over the loss, once again, of his girlfriend Marron, who bared quite a resemblance to her, much to Bulma’s dislike.

She spent her time helping with her father’s newest projects, burying herself in her work as to think of Vegeta as little as possible, which was still too much in her eyes.

As for Vegeta… He … Well … See for yourself…

“That does it!” Exclaimed Vegeta after completely annihilating the menacing boulder that stood mockingly in his path.

Even if he didn’t want to admit it, he needed the GR to train properly on this planet. However, going back would mean facing the woman and he didn’t want a repeat of the last time they were alone together.

Not that he minded the kisses. No, it wasn’t that. Nevertheless, the last time he had stood in front of her with an ‘oh so carefully laid out plan in his mind’, his senses turned on him halfway through the kiss. Who was he kidding? Ever since she placed her hands on his shoulders, he had lost himself somewhere in between the blue of her eyes and the pink of her lips.

All of his careful planning had gone out the window as their lips touched and he was rendered helpless.

If it hadn’t been for the stupid cat, he would’ve ended up making an even bigger fool of himself by trying to take her right there in that hallway.

That was the problem, he deducted. That she rendered him helpless every time she touched him. And helplessness was one of the things he most despised in life, especially if it was him who was suffering from it.

He had lost count of how many days he had spent away from her, from anybody. But he guessed that it had been a few months at least, even though it felt like years to him.

The time he spent shrouded in loneliness was supposed to help to put a damper on his emotions, but instead resulted on him always on edge. The proof was staring at him in the face. He just had to look at those poor helpless trees that had gotten in his way this morning. You would be lucky if you could find even one splinter from them.

He was slowly but surely going insane. Not to mention the laughable, if any, challenge that this planet’s environment presented to his training. He had sensed Kakarot and his brat training nearby on occasions. But it wouldn’t be fit for the Prince of Saiyans to admit that he needed their assistance with his training. Plus, every time that third class clown opened his mouth to speak, he was reminded of the almost ridiculous remainder of his once striving race.

It was time, he realized. He needed to train in the GR again.

He needed to see her…

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Bulma was sitting on her desk, deeply immersed in some blueprints of a new hover car model for the company when she heard it.

The low humming sounds of the gravity room.

At first, she tried to ignore it thinking that it was her father making some adjustments. However, she quickly scratched that thought when she glanced at the clock, which read 2:45 a.m. That left, in her mind, just one other possibility.

“Vegeta!”

She jumped and ran towards the GR thinking of all the nasty and improper things she could say to him along the way.

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It felt good to finally let loose in the GR. He felt months of tension slowly ebbing away. It had been too long without having to put any real effort in doing anything that it felt almost exhilarating to just stand under the force of the simulated gravity upon his shoulders.

His basking was rudely interrupted by a loud beep followed by a sudden pull at his stomach as he was launched flying into the GR’s ceiling.

He let out an undignified “oomph” as he hit, before hearing the swooshing sound of the door being opened, which could only mean one thing… The woman.

He put his scowl in place, ready for her screaming and demands of his whereabouts fro the last couple of months. What he wasn’t ready for was her simple, almost hopeful statement.

“You’re back.”

He couldn’t help but to be amazed at the way her face lit up when saying those words, almost as if she was assuring herself that it was real. But he quickly hid it under his always-handy mask of sarcasm and indifference.

“What a way of stating the obvious, Woman.”

But her smile didn’t falter. She didn’t even pay attention to his words as she was so overjoyed by the fact that he was there. Seeing Vegeta, in any mood or character would suffice her for now.

He eyed her for a moment, trying to decide on his best course of action, when she beat him to the punch.

She made a move to walk up to him, but just as she was reaching up to place a kiss on his cheek he jumped back defensively.

That sudden move struck her. If anything, she should be the one fleeing from him, not the other way around.

However, she had long ago realized that Vegeta had some serious intimacy issues and whatever way he chose to express them… well… she just had to let him do it on his own. He would come around. So she nodded and took a step back.

“I’m glad that you’re back, Vegeta.”

And with that, she turned around and left him staring wide eyed after her.

He went up to his room to take a shower, and surprisingly, everything was just as he had left it, if not neater.

As much as he prided himself on his survival skills, he still missed taking long hot showers, his comfortable bed and having a good night’s sleep. Those were some precious commodities that he rarely had the opportunity to enjoy. Thus making him extremely grateful, even if he chose not to show it.

After what seemed like hours, but were in reality only twenty minutes, he turned off the water and got out of the shower wrapping a fluffy white towel around his waist.

As he stepped into the room, however, he immediately noticed that something was off. The room smelled strongly of flowers, roses to be exact. He only knew of one person in this compound that seemed to always smell of roses. And that’s when he noticed it.

The woman was leaning against the closed door of his room, clad in her pink bathrobe.

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Bulma had gone to her room to take a bath. She thought that a nice warm bath would help her relax a little so she could go back to sleep.

She tried to clear her mind and calm her nerves but all she could think about was Vegeta’s return. She had to see him, even if she had to pick a silly argument just to be near him again.

The anxiousness was driving her insane so she got out of the tub, threw on her bathrobe and went out of her room and into his like a mad woman.

The sound of the closing door behind her brought her back to reality. And she cursed herself for acting on impulse without pondering her actions first.

What was she doing? He had just gotten back from God knows where. A place that he had gone to without even considering her enough to say good-bye before leaving in the first place.

She panicked and made to leave the room but the sound of the bathroom door opening made her freeze in mid step and she quickly turned around.

She was met with the sight of Vegeta walking out of the shower with only a white towel wrapped around his waist. Her eyes darted from his face to his dripping wet abs and back to his face.

For a moment, he looked as surprised as she felt. There was a long silence where they stood staring at each other not knowing what to say. That was until it became too uncomfortable for Vegeta…

“What do you want?” He asked flatly.

“I… I…” She couldn’t believe herself! She was stuttering like a fool.

“You what?”

“I wanted…” She was suddenly so nervous that she couldn’t even complete a sentence.

“What did you want?” He asked as he took a few slow steps towards her. His demeanor changing slightly.

She got even more nervous and choked a little trying to get some words out. “I needed…”

“What do you need Woman?” He asked once again stepping closer to her. Looking straight into her eyes all the while.

She couldn’t help herself and answered him from the bottom of her soul.

“You…” Everything in the room was quiet and the look he was giving her made her feel hot and cold all over. That feeling she got every time he touched her took over her body once more, only this time spurred only by his closeness. The now familiar goose bumps breaking out on her skin.

It all happened so fast… One minute they were standing there looking at each other and the next he was kissing her, devouring her mouth like a man starved.

His hands were cupping her face, keeping her as close as he could without hurting her.

Bulma couldn’t help herself and moaned loudly as she felt the tip of his tongue trace her upper lip.

Just as suddenly as it started the kiss ended. Leaving both of them panting, Vegeta’s hands still behind her head.

Bulma wanted to say something, but couldn’t bring herself to think of anything coherent to say at the moment. She knew she shouldn’t be there, that she would greatly regret her actions later on. But honestly, right now she didn’t care about anything but his kisses.

Before he could say anything she launched herself into his arms intent on staying there for the remainder of the night.

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They would spend the night in each other’s arms, making love. At least those were her intentions but he stopped her before she could even wrap her arms around his neck.

He caught her hands in mid air and held them against her sides.

“It’s late Woman. We should go to bed.”

Bulma was having a hard time making out his words, but she understood ‘bed’.

He let go of her and sat down on his bed, however when she made a move to sit next to him he stopped her on her tracks.

“I meant our own separate beds Woman.”

For a moment, she thought he was playing with her, but as the seconds passed and she saw no sign of joking from his part, she understood the seriousness of his statement. She felt utterly humiliated.

“Oh… Okay…” She felt like screaming, crying and hitting him all at the same time and couldn’t even argue with him in her flustered state, so she lowered her gaze to the floor and at the risk of sounding even more pathetic she said, “Good night, Vegeta.” With that, she left the room without looking at him once. If she had, she would have seen his hands clenching the bed sheets so hard that they ripped.

She left! Well what did he expect? After all, he had told her to.

He almost gave in, but at this point, he was wondering if that would be such a bad thing.

What if he had lain with her?

What then?

Would they use each other and go their own ways?

Would she want more?

Would he be willing to give more?

There were so many questions, so many insecurities that it made his head hurt. Still, he could answer none but one… He wanted her… He wanted her more than he had ever wanted anything in his life. More than revenge against Frieza, even more than immortality and the sole idea shook him to the core. How could he handle this?

Give him war, throw any enemy at him as powerful as he may be, but anything slightly resembling feelings baffled him.

Could he? Did he want to risk it?

“Fuck!”

He was already flying out his window and into her room.

Bulma was barely awake when he entered her room by her window. She was about to scream when she saw it was him. She almost yelled at him but the look in is face stopped her.

He walked in with determination moving to stand right in front of her bed. He looked at her with such intensity that she didn’t dare speak, afraid it was all a dream, wishful thinking that would fade away by just one motion from her.

But as he crawled on the bed, on top of her, she gasped and it didn’t fade. He just looked at her. And with a tenderness that she would have never expected from him, he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and cupped her face looking directly at her. Before coming down and kissing her so slowly and sweetly that it made her feel faint.

If this was a dream, she never wanted to wake up. She couldn’t believe the fluttering in her stomach!

When the kissed ended Vegeta pulled away, just slightly so he could look into her eyes.

“Just this once.” He bent down to kiss her once more before pulling away again, “Just for tonight Woman… I just want too feel.” It wasn’t a question and she did not dare deny him now that she had him this way. Therefore, she gave into her passions and cupping his face with her hands she pulled his lips to hers once more. She would think about the consequences tomorrow.

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A/N: It doesn’t end here.
~ Kaemon .