Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Journey ❯ Chapter 4: Long Road ( Chapter 4 )

Journey

 

 

By: Vegeta's Mate

 

 

A/N: This chapter will be V/CC (I find that I am fascinated with this couple ^_^) G/B will be more of a background romance while V/CC will be the main pair. Um, lemoney scents apply to this chapter.

 

 

Chapter 4: Long Road

 

 

ChiChi

 

 

It has been three weeks since Vegeta came to live with me, you would hardly know it though. The man trains constantly, I guess Bulma wasn't exaggerating when she told me that he was a machine.

 

I don't have anything as ostentatious as a gravity trainer to offer him but he seems content to chop wood, hunt dino's for dinner, and train with Goten and Trunks.

 

Just now I look out the window and I can see him preforming an intricate kata in the yard. I seem to always know where he is, I find myself keeping track of his ki and watching for him without really knowing that I am doing so. When Goku still lived here I never knew where that man was, he could be sitting just on the other side of a wall from me and I wouldn't know it.

 

Did that make me a slack wife? I used to loudly wonder where he was, and now that I think back on it, I really didn't mind when he left to train with his friends. I was mostly worried about wether his clothes got ripped or if he was going to come home at a decent hour or not.

 

Maybe that was why we stayed together so long; I gave him the smothering attention he needed and he always caved to the mothering instinct I had.

 

Now Vegeta....well, Vegeta is another matter altogether.

 

I once thought him arrogent, now not so much. I mean he is still the arrogent bastard he always was but, he seems more....I don't know, I guess the word I am looking for is "like-able". He doesn't give in to my motherly demands, instead he debates with me until we find a reasonable middle ground. His arguments are always quick witted and knowlegeable, he stimulates my mind and sometimes, when I get a bit riled up, my body.

 

I am embarassed to admit that since he moved in, I find myself entertaining pornographic thoughts about him. I rarely get a sound nights sleep due to the erotic dreams I have about him, more than once I have awoken both wet and needy. A few times I guess I have moaned or cried out in my sleep for not long after I had awoken he bursts through the door looking around for what caused the noise.

 

Those are the times when I am most embarassed, my arousal is so think in the air that I can smell it so I know he can, and he just looks at me oddly before saying something along the lines of 'get over the baka, he has the woman now and is not comming back'.

 

But last night was the worst.

 

I decided to do something about my state of constant arousal by going ot bed early and easing myself. I guess he needed something because he just walked into my room to find me naked on the bed with two fingers deep within myself and moaning for all I was worth. It wasn't until he cleared his throat that I realised he was there. I was mortifyed that he had seen me naked so I snatched the blankets up to hide under them. He never told me what he had wanted last night, and he has barely spoken to me all day. I guess I understand why though, I mean I wouldn't want to talk to him if I had walked in on him jerking off! I would be too embarassed.

 

I shake my head to clear my thoughts and resume washing dishes.

 

 

Vegeta

 

 

She is a smart woman, though nowhere near the level that the woman is. I find that I enjoy 'chatting' with her as she puts it, as well as debating with her.

 

I did not realize just how horrible the woman was at cooking until I tasted the Banshee's food. It should be sinful for anyone to cook that divinely and not be famous for it.

 

I know that she misses him and, even though I had no thoughts of her as anything but the baka's wife when I moved in here, I can't help but feel that I am yet again the second best.

 

I often find myself outside her door listening for her erotic dreams of the baka to end before bursting in and acting as if I were checking on her. She has no idea that I hear her call out in the night for someone, I can never really decipher the name, damned oak walls. The longing and passion in her voice make me ache for feminine contact and until last night I had concidered looking for a 'girlfriend' as Bulma had pleaded with me to do before we got together.

 

Last night changed my plans drasticlly.

 

I had come to her room to ask if she would make me some popcorn to eat while I watched a movie that was playing on the black box in the livingroom, I opened the door and found her spread out on the bed stroking herself from breast to flank with one hand while the other was firmly placed between her thighs. My mouth watered at the sight. Her body was slim and shapely, fine toned and pale in the candle light. For a moment I had thought of joining her and had actually cleared my throat to ask when she saw me standing at the door, she immediately pulled the blankets over herself and hid from me.

 

I walked out and went to myown room to relieve the sudden pressure in my loins from watching her. As yet I have not slept and I doubt that I will until we resolve this.

 

Breaking from my kata, I stride into the house to find her standing at the sink washing the dishes from lunch.

 

"Banshee, we need to talk." I ground out, and made my way into the livingroom to wait for her.

 

She walked in with a dish towel in her hands and a hesitent smile curving her lips. "What do you want to talk about, Vegeta?"

 

I stare at her for a moment trying to decide how to broach the subject. "Last night-"

 

"I am so sorry about that Vegeta" she breaks in. "I guess I should have locked the door."

 

I clear my throat and begin again, "Last night, when I saw you...um, doing your thing," she blushed. "I want to propose an arrangement."

 

Her brow quirks up and she sits down, "What kind of arrangement?"

 

//////End Chapter 4//////

 

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Vegeta's Mate