Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ It Will Happen: Another Bulma & Vegeta Get Togethe ❯ Guilt ( Chapter 2 )

It Will Happen: Another Bulma & Vegeta Get Together

Chapter Two

Guilt

Before the Android Saga ...

"TELL me woman, do you taste as good as you smell?" His face was mere inches away from hers and he could see her startling blue eyes darkening with desire.

He was not touching her and yet they both could not help but become aroused by their proximity. He was teasing her, by being so close to giving her what she wanted and yet not obliging. And she knew it!

"Well why don't you find out for yourself." She suggested almost breathlessly, a flirtatious smile playing on her lush lips. Lips he wanted to kiss so badly it almost hurt to hold back.

He couldn't help but smirk. Trust this woman to always have a clever retort to anything he said. She possibly was the only being alive capable of that feat.

He lowered his head a fraction more and she instinctively closed her eyes. At that moment he could not help but remain still and admire the creamy beauty of her skin and delicate features that captured many a males attention.

As he continued to admire her, momentarily loosing focus of his earlier intentions, he felt her uncertainty. However, before she could open her eyes he made the final move for his lips to touch hers.

Vegeta's eyes shot open and he sat up in his bed. He had always been a light sleeper and woke almost immediately before one of his may nightmares became too intense for him to handle, but this dream was different.

He told himself continually dreaming about that blasted woman almost everyday. And since his returned to Earth, the dreams had become so frequent it seemed it was the only dreams he had. Well, the only ones he could remember the next morning. And it was getting more annoying than any nightmare he had ever had.

What the hell was his subconscious playing at anyway? So he admitted she was a very attractive female, very annoying, but still, easy on the eyes ... Not so much on the ears though, but only when she was shrieking ...

He growled and gritted his teeth, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. He was found himself loosing his train of thought again, from thinking about her. And for the first time in all his life, he did not know how to handle this situation.

Being the type of determined and proud warrior he was, battling had always taken first priority in his existence. He had a legendary self control after all. But besides that, there were never really a time that he had felt the need to mate with another female.

After all, he had only been ten when he was forced to work for Frieza and he had never come across compatible females to mate with during his purging missions, well at least not compatible in his standards. He was a Prince after all, and he did have high standards. Add to that the disgusting torture he had unwillingly seen the men on Frieza's ship bestow upon woman was enough to keep him away from those females. Not that he had felt sympathy for them but because he did not want to taint himself after they had been violated by such animals.

And since Planet Vegeta's destruction he had never really come across another species that resembled the Saiyans as much as the Earthlings did.

'That's probably why I think about her so often.' He thought to himself. But his mind was not satisfied with that reasoning. Where was his legendary self control now? For the moons sake, he was a grown man, not a hormone raging teenager. And he would rather be beaten by Kakarot again than ever mate with her.

"On second thought, I wouldn't go that far." He smirked as he fell back onto the comfortable bed and allowed sleep to consume him once more.

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He lowered his head a fraction more and she instinctively closed her eyes. But after waiting a while she became uncertain as whether he would kiss her not. However, before she could open her eyes his lips touched hers.

She felt his firm sensual lips press against hers, almost tentatively at first, as if he were simply savoring the feel of her lips against his.

But it was not enough. His hot tongue parted her lips to enter her mouth. She did not resist, she could not resist. They were not touching at all, except for their mouths and yet she felt as if she were bursting into a million flames.

Their tongues played sensual games with each other, tasting the desire that was pulsing through their bodies.

But before Bulma could pull him demandingly to her he broke the kiss.

"Mmm, now that was a kiss." Yamcha grinned at her.

Bulma's eyes widened in mortification but she quickly plastered a huge smile on her face and his the mortified look with a wink.

'What the hell was that?' Bulma yelled at herself. 'My sweet boyfriend comes to visit me and when he gives me a hello kiss all I can do is think about that arrogant jerk Vegeta. I really need to get my head checked out!' Bulma told herself sternly, it was bad enough that she had to dream about him, she would not think about him too.

The first she had dreamed about him it had been after he had blasted off with a stolen Capsule Corp ship when Goku refused to return home with the Dragon Balls.

It had been just after the day he had borrowed her bathroom, threatened to blow her up and insulted her dressing.

She had mentioned it to Yamcha as a strange dream and he had almost had a fit at that. And when she had told him that Vegeta was actually nice to her in her dream and a good kisser to boot, he had had a fit. Luckily Oolong had teased him about being jealous and Yamcha, acting the macho man who did not get jealous, had calmed down.

But she had never mentioned it again. Then, that very day Vegeta had shown up at her home and he had never left!

Why would he? Bulma gave a smirk that she must have learned from Vegeta. He lived in comfort. Free lodging, spacious rooms, truck loads of food for his Saiyan appetite and best of all state of the art training equipment that was sure to help him "surpass Kakarot."

'Jerk!' He needed a life and he needed to stay out of hers. And her dreams too for that matter.

Yamcha was not very happy about Vegeta staying at her place, that he even came over to train at Capsule Corp almost everyday.

And they had had a few arguments about Vegeta until he finally realized Bulma was not going to throw Vegeta out.

He may be the rudest, most chauvinistic snob she had ever met but he had no where else to go and it was not like feeding him made a whole in their pockets. Even with his enormous Saiyan appetite. Also he would definitely be a big help to Goku when those Androids showed up.

And, truth be told, he actually did not get in her way at all. He spent most of his time in the Capsule Ship outside, for its ability to increase the gravity, and only came out for meals, showers and to sleep. He wasn't all that bad!

Bulma pushed all thoughts of Vegeta out of her mind, including the guilty ones she had had while kissing Yamcha and tugged at her boyfriends hand.

"Come on." She said leading him inside. "You must have breakfast before you start your training."

He gave her a large smile and followed her inside.

Vegeta was sitting at the head of the large dining room table waiting for his food. A place he had made his own.

"Good morning Vegeta." Bulma said cheerily but all she received was a grunt. Well that was something, usually he just ignored anyone who tried to speak to him.

She saw him eye Yamcha in irritation and then close his eyes as one hand rested out on the table while its fingers tapped the table. One of his characteristics.

Yamcha took a seat to Vegeta's right and then motioned Bulma to sit down next to him. That way he was basically sitting in between Bulma and Vegeta.

She could not understand why he felt a little insecure around Vegeta but she was definitely not going to bruise his male ego by asking him.

Just then Bulma noticed that Vegeta's eyes were not closed anymore and from the smirk on his face he had witnessed Yamcha's actions as well. And nothing escaped Vegeta's notice, even if it didn't interest him.

Yamcha, seeing Vegeta's eyes open took Bulma's had in hers and kissed it before placing it on the table, still holding it tightly.

Bulma heard Vegeta snort and she refused to look at him because if she did she knew her cheeks would go red with embarrassment. And that would only amuse Vegeta more.

"I'm going to loose my appetite with all this pathetic displays of weakness." He said as he waved his hand at the couples intertwined fingers.

"All the better. Maybe you won't eat that mush then." Bulma came back sharply while she glared at him.

Yamcha held back a laugh unsuccessfully and Bulma couldn't help but think that Yamcha wasn't really trying to.

Vegeta growled at her and then got up and left the house. 'Probably going to the Capsule outside.' She thought.

Just then Mrs Briefs walked in with two huge trays of food.

"Oh dear. Where did Vegeta go to? I thought he was starving." Her mother said in her normal airy way.

"He lost his appetite." Yamcha grinned.

Bulma gave her boyfriend a weak smile yet she could not explain why she felt a pang of guilt in her chest.

He had missed breakfast because of her big mouth and now he was going to train himself to death, as he did everyday, but only this time he would do so with out any food.

He was just so insulting! Bulma tried to squash down the guilt she felt. But the emotion refused to be ignored. And at the sight of Yamcha eating his breakfast the sensation only worsened.

'Ok, ok.' She told the part of her that obviously wasn't selfish. 'I'll make it up to him.' And at that, her guilt subsided as a smile touched her lips.

Authors Note: Ok, so I hope you guys remember the episode Frieza Counterattacks (as clearly as I can), Bulma did tell Yamcha that she dreamed about Vegeta. So they must have been some attraction to each other before he came back to Earth.

But I also loved the sly looks Vegeta gives her, how he always hears what she says (even if he's telling her to be quite and calling her an idiot) and how she can still manage to get him to do what he wants. The extra barbecue sauce on your spare ribs was just as cute as the shower and pink shirt scenes.

Anyway, this is a topic I can go on and on about so I'll stop now. Until the next chapter ...

Regards,

S ...