Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Inhibited Passion ❯ Chapter Seven ( Chapter 7 )

*Chapter Seven:

The sun shined brightly upon Vegeta's face. He cursed. He had the biggest headache of the century. He laid there for a couple more moments trying to alleviate the headache as much as he could. What happened last night?

He pulled the covers off of him and got up as slowly as he could. He could hardly see with the sun blasting in his eyes.

"Damn sun," he muttered.

He stood on his feet and closed the blinds. "Invest in curtains."

He sat back down on the bed and rubbed his eyes. He waited until they adjusted to the difference. He opened one eye slowly and then the next. That's when he saw the discarded shirt on the floor. He looked at for a moment or so. It appeared too small to be his. His mind began racing with unanswered questions. He closed his eyes trying to wish it away. What did I do?

He opened his eyes again. It was still there. He groaned and threw himself back into bed. "What happened?" He remembered everything up to the dance floor. He and Bulma had been dancing for about an hour until the need to satisfy their thirst became very evident. He turned his head back towards the shirt. It looked identical to the one she was wearing. I didn't, did I? He turned back to the previous position. The increasing hammering on his skull came only as reinforcement to what was already becoming clear. He was enduring a hang over.

He was praying that he didn't do anything rash under the influence of the alcohol. He didn't even remember how he came home, much less change into more comfortable pants. He shut his eyes trying to search anywhere in his mind that might help piece together the puzzle.

Something stirred besides him. He became suddenly aware of the tranquil breathing besides him. How he didn't notice it before was beyond him. He didn't want to open his eyes. To come face with the truth. He remained there for sometime before mustering up the strength to see who it was. He was praying to God that it was Bulma and then praying to God that it wasn't.

He rolled over and peered over the mountain of blankets that seemed to hide the figure. All he saw was a hand and it was not much to go by. He took a deep breath and pulled the sheets down. He saw a mass of blue hair sprawled about the pillow. He sighed in relief. Good.

It took him all of five seconds to jump out of bed and look for his shirt. "What did I do? What did I do? What did I do?" he all, but forgot about his headache.

Bulma stirred from the commotion.

"Good morning," she said as she stretched.

He sat down in a nearby chair and put his head in his hands.

He heard her get out of the bed and patter towards him. He flinched as she put her hand on his shoulder.

"Look at me," he heard her say.

He felt her raise his head. He immediately averted his gaze, She knelt down, "Vegeta, please look at me."

He looked into her cerulean eyes afraid to look elsewhere to confirm what seems to be evident.

"I hope you didn't regret last night."

"W-what happened?" his voice sounded cracked. He was surprised that it was decipherable.

She looked at him questionably, "you don't remember?"

When he looked away, he saw the hurt in her eyes.

"Answer me?"

He looked back to her and shook his head. "I'm sorry I didn't hurt you, did I? I'm so sorry." He began to ramble on continuously.

She stood and walked towards the window. She had to get away from him.

"Vegeta." She whispered.

He continued.

"Vegeta!" she said again louder.

He stopped immediately and looked at her back. She had the sheets wrapped around her body. It looks as if she was wearing his shirt.

"Nothing happened."

"Huh…what, but?"

"Let me finish" she started. Her voice sounded different, not what it was once before. He had never heard her like this. "You were drunk. It was a mistake. I brought you home and let me say that it wasn't a very easy task. You were having a difficult time putting on your clothes and I helped you. It led to other things. Hence, your shirt being off. If it wasn't for you throwing up on me it would've progressed into something more. I hope you don't mind that I took your shirt. You asked me to stay with you when I returned."

She paused for a moment, "It was fully consensually on my part. I thought it was the same with you too; but I seem to be wrong yet again."

She stopped. Her voice sounded strained and distant. Minutes had to pass before Vegeta walked behind her and embraced her.

"I'm sorry."

He felt her stiffen in his arms.

"You have to understand. I drank a lot. I had no control over what I did," he turned her around and grabbed her shoulders, "I could've hurt you. Do you realize that Bulma?"

She wasn't making eye contact with him.

"Bulma, I'm sorry. I really am. You know you mean a lot to me. That's not the way I wanted our first time together to be."

She looked at him, "Continue."

He laughed, "I'm done."

"You should've seen your face. You could have thought otherwise. Don't fucking do that again!" she added jokingly.

"Sorry?" he paused, "Did I really throw up on you?"

She made a face that answered him, "I rather not discuss that at the moment."

He smiled, "All right. How about I make it up to you? I'll make you breakfast."

Her eyes lit up. "After, you take a shower."

He laughed, "Are you sure?"

She stuck her nose up, "Most defiantly."

He lowered his voice as he looked into her eyes, "Only if you join me."

His response was a quick kick in the shins…

Author's Note:

Had ya'll going didn't I? You thought that I would write such a naughty scene…not yet. lol, well I hoped you liked it. Next is the well awaited chapter. They finally see each other at school…yay! Well, please review. Till Next Time: (MidnightPassion)

*I like to thank Da Bomb for betaing this chapter.