Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Inhibited Passion ❯ Chapter Six ( Chapter 6 )

Chapter Six:

Vegeta knocked on Bulma's door for the fifth time. It appeared as if she was still in the shower. He had told her to be ready by 11:30pm. It was now 11:45. He probably looked like a mad man.

"Bulma!" he yelled, hoping that she would hear him. After waiting a couple of seconds, he pulled out his cell phone and pressed 6. He heard her phone ring from within the house. It rang three times before she answered it.

"Hello?" she sounded breathless.

"Let me guess. You just came out of the shower."

"Oh, I'm sorry…How long have you been here?"

"Oh let's just say about 15 minutes or so. What were you doing?"

"I fell asleep and just woke up like 10 minutes ago. Listen, open the mailbox and look for the spare key for the door. It's taped to the bottom of it."

Vegeta followed her directions, "All right, found it."

She hung up as she heard her front door open.

"Sorry!" she yelled from her bedroom, "I'll be out in fifteen minutes."

"Alright!" he replied as he went into the kitchen. He went to go get a glass of chocolate milk.

Bulma stepped out of her bedroom wearing a black backless halter top with a denim jean skirt and black diamond stud stilettos.

She walked in to see him polish off the rest of the chocolate milk.

"I've never seen a grown man love chocolate milk as much as you do."

Vegeta turned around and just stood there in awe. The time she spent in the bedroom was well worth the sight that was before him. He put the glass in the sink and walked over to her. He grabbed her hands and held them out so he could get a complete look of her. She knew how to make a scene that was for sure.

"Like what you see?" She asked smirking.

He returned the gesture before replying, "I've seen better."

She let her take in his appearance. She made sure he saw the look of approval in her eyes. He had on a denim jean pants on with a white tank top. She saw the matching jacket on the couch as she walked in.

"I highly doubt that."

He pouted a little, "That was harsh."

She laughed, "Come on Romeo, let's go."

He grinned before picking up the car keys, and her apartment key off the kitchen table.

Vegeta directed her to the nearest empty table. The club was crowded and the music was loud. As he pulled out a chair for her, he leaned down towards her ear to whisper, "I'm going to get something to drink. Do you want something?"

Bulma looked at him, "Sprite."

He nodded before turning around towards the bar.

Bulma looked around the club. It looked as if it was going to be a hit tonight. She spotted a couple of people from school on the dance floor. She hoped that they wouldn't notice her. She quickly turned around, but the attempt was fruitless as a girl waved to her and beckoning the other girls to follow her.

Bulma groaned. The last thing she wanted to do was for them to see her here with Vegeta. That's all she needed when school started next week. Rumors about some sorted affair with an older man. She quickly scanned the room to see if he was coming back. She spotted him. He looked as if he was having a heated conversation with someone. She sighed in relief. That should occupy him for sometime.

"Bulma, it's a surprise to see you here and alone." she said getting the attention of those around them.

Bulma smelt alcohol on her breath. It seems to her that she had a little too much to drink. Perfect. "I was about to say the same thing about you though. It looks like you are alone, too."

The girl looked at her briefly, "I'll have you know that my boyfriend, Carl is here."

Bulma flinched. She hadn't see Carl still the beginning of the summer. She thought that he perfect until she found him in the arms of the bitch in front of her. "Oh, you are still together? That's nice where is hear. Where is he?"

"I don't think so bitch. You stay away from him. I don't need a slut like you interfering again."

Bulma smiled sweetly, "It's alright. I understand. He isn't here, is he?"

She looked around nervously, "He's in the bathroom."

"Oh, you closed your legs long enough for him to leave your presence. Are you sure you should be doing that?"

"What are you talking about?"

"It's that how it happened last time. I think that's how we got together in the first place."

The girl looked as if she was going to explode, "Listen, bitch. He loves me. You were just a detour along the way. You were nothing to him. You get that. Nothing."

"If that's the case why was he calling my house the other day, eh? I think that you need to have a little one-on-one chit chat. Oh, I think I see him now," she said, "isn't that him all over Melissa?"

The girl turned around to see Carl in fact all over some other girl. She turned back around furiously, "I'll get you. I know you had something to do with this."

Bulma looked at her innocently, "Me, never." Her composure changed to one of contempt as she looked at the girl stomp over to her boyfriend.

She shook her head solemnly. She didn't know why she got involved with him in the first place. She was such a fool.

"Who was that?" asked Vegeta.

"No one important," she said as she took the drink, "What was that all about?" she nudged her face towards the bar.

Vegeta chuckled, "Oh, the bartender needed to be taught some manners. That's all."

She raised her eyebrows questioningly.

He shook his head.

"Not telling." He said as he took a sip of his drink.

"Party pooper, but know this. I will find out."

"I highly doubt that."

"You sure do talk a lot. How about we settle this on the dance floor?"

Bulma had trouble opening Vegeta's front door. Vegeta was speaking nonsense as she drove to his house. He had drunk a little too much. He had mistaken his drink for hers. And ask for a refill thinking it was Sprite. They didn't notice until she smelt it on his breath. That's when she decided that it was time to go.

On the way home, Vegeta had mistaken a barricade for a deer, the American flag for a rainbow asking her to stop to see if they could find a leprechaun on the other side, and asked a woman for the address for Santa Claus when she stopped to get gas.

When she wasn't trying to keep him in the car, she was busy trying to steer over his vast singing. Who knew this side of him?

"Vegeta, you're going to have to ease up a little. I can't open the door."

"W-what if if if, I don't wanna?" he asked goofily.

"I won't give you your surprise."

His eyes lit up, "What surprise?"

"It's in your room. If you open…" she never got to finish because in a flash Vegeta grabbed the keys out of her hand and ran inside.

"Hurry up. I wanna open my present." He said eagerly.

Bulma rolled her eyes as she closed the door behind her.

She walked to where the commotion was coming from. She had never been to his house before. She looked around quickly before following him to the bedroom.

"You lied to me. I don't see any gift."

"Umm…be right back."

She guessed in which direction the kitchen was and looked in the fridge. As she guessed, there was a gallon of chocolate milk. She looked into the cupboards for a glass and poured some out.

"Vegeta…," she said in a sing song voice, "I have chocolate milk for you…"

She opened his bedroom door. He was trying to change out of his clothes and having much difficulty doing so. She laughed only to get him more frustrated.

"It's not funny." He said darting his eyes at her.

"Sure, it is." She replied laughing.

He merely heard him curse in vain attempt to slip into pajama pants. "You could help you know."

Bulma instantly closed her mouth, "What?" she whispered.

"You heard me," he replied smirking, "You could help instead of laughing."

"Umm…Vegeta you don't know what you're saying. You're drunk."

"No, I'm not." His voice slurred again.

"Uh huh, yeah sure."

"So you aren't going to help me? You're a big meanie, you know that?" he said as he was hopping around trying to pull the pants up. Once that was accomplished he tried put his shirt on; only achieving to put his head through the arm hole.

Bulma laughed, "Here let me help you."

She put the chocolate milk on his dresser.

She gently put her hands on he shoulders to stop his fidgeting. "Calm down. Your head is stuck in the arm hole."

Vegeta did as he was told as Bulma situated him correctly. "There, much better."

Vegeta mumbled something incoherently.

She put her head down closer to his mouth, "What?"

He sighed, "I said thank you."

She turned her head till she was at eyelevel. "Your welcome," she gave him one of her special smiles.

He stared intensely into her eyes refusing to let either of them to avert their gazes. Vegeta seemed to sober up immediately at the situation at hand. This was dangerous territory they were trenching on at the moment. He could either look the other way or let this take its course.

"I want to kiss you." He barely knew the words came out of his mouth.

She nodded her head in response. "Ditto," she breathed out as she touched his forehead with her own.

He took no heed as he desperately claimed her lips. They stayed there for wait seemed like an eternity. He felt something pull them down to the bed. He didn't know if it was gravity or her, but either way it seemed like they both weren't going to stop to find out.

He edged his way up to the top of the bed; laying her body on top of his so she wouldn't be crushed. What seemed like being tired of just kissing, their hands started to drift along the other body.

Bulma pulled out of the kiss. She suddenly became aware in the position she was in. This was wrong. She knew she could stop this now before this really got out of hand. But did she want to?

She looked into his eyes and knew instantly that this was wanted to do. She leaned her lips to meet his own…

Author's Note:

Dun, dun, dun. It seem like this is getting real serious now. What's going to happen? Review and tell me what you think. Till Next Time: (Midnight Passion)