Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Let the Games Begin ❯ The Scent and Sounds ( Chapter 7 )

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The Scent

A little tiny bit of lemoniness.....more to come...
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Bulma gazed up into the night sky as Anthony escorted her to the front door of her home. It was a quarter past midnight, as they walked side by side through the front gardens quietly, Anthony brushed his hand across Bulma's and they both paused to face each other. Bulma blushed feeling like a teenager again, smiling impishly.
Anthony kept a steady gaze on her and smiled sweetly feeling a bit braver he broke the silence.

"I had a wonderful evening Bulma, we really must do this again some time." He paused, " That is if you would like?"

Bulma's eyes widened slightly, and sparkled. She had a great dinner with Anthony, a real dinner! With real conversation, well mostly business conversation and their days in Oxford, but nonetheless it was a refined beautiful dinner, with a generous helping of very expensive and intoxicating fine wine.

"I had a lovely time Anthony! Thank you so much, the dinner was delicious!" Bulma paused feeling a bit awkward, she looked down at her shoes, and peered back up to face Anthony. "i'm so busy lately gosh, but yeah I would love to do this again some time."

Anthony leaned in closer, " Goodnight Miss Bulma Briefs." he whispered close to her lips, Bulma clasped her hands together nervously in front of her, not knowing what to do! 'God what am I 12 years old? kiss the guy he's a hottie!' berating herself mentally. As she pursed her lips, she felt the light pressure of Anthony's lips pressing onto her own. They both relaxed their shoulders, but Bulma didn't feel the need to embrace Anthony, and as they broke the kiss Bulma stepped back and let out a small sigh.

"Well...umm..goodnight then Anthony!"She chirped, " See you when...I see you!" 'Oh god did I just say that?'

"Have a goodnight Bulma,"Anthony suavely reached out and kissed Bulma's hand. "Until we meet again." He winked, stepped back and strided off to his waiting car.

Bulma watched him leave, feeling re-energized and dreamy, she slipped off her heels, and decided to take a barefoot walk along the extensive gardens along the cobblestoned grand pond, and cherry trees. She mused about Anthony, and how nice it was to finally be around a man who was respectable, chivalrous, and friendly.Her feet lightly skipped along the smooth stones that lied in the pond.So what if the kiss was chaste? It was sweet and proper for a first date. Besides, the silly kiss she plopped on Vegeta was just for fun to mess with his head....it was nothing but a quick meaningless kiss...an intense tingle rushed through Bulma's arms at that moment. A flashback of the playful moment from earlier that evening rushed to her head, the heat her body had felt....the strange way hair swayed and her toes had felt a small shock of electricity...which she assumed was just static from the carpeting...Bulma inhaled deeply the scent of the gardens and water trickling near her feet. And exhaled, feeling relaxed, but anxious. She dashed quickly to her room, and feeling an exhilarating night breeze pass through her body. She felt hot, and bothered and needed release. 'What is going on with me?! I'm like a hormonal teenager!' she thought to herself as she shut the door to her room and slid down the door.

Gasping, she tried to reason 'perhaps it was the wine thats making me so warm' but her rational thoughts were beginning to get clouded by memories of the kiss...and not the kiss with Anthony....'Jesus Bulma get a hold of yourself it was just a kiss.' But the memory became more detailed, and her body was responding to her mind's thoughts..Bulma relaxed and leaned her head heavily against the door, almost involuntarily, she drug her hand down the swell of her chest, and stomach. She gnarled her fingers into her skirt and dipped her hands into her panties. She began writhing to her own ministrations, slowly losing herself with welling pleasure. Images in her mind blurred...and she slowly realized that her thoughts were of the saiyajin prince....


Vegeta strode up the staircase heading to his quarters, he had spent the past three hours pounding the hell out of the training bots, and felt the need for a steaming hot shower. But as he walked the long hallway he noticed Bulma's door, it was shut but it looked as if someone was lightly pounding it. He heard rustling noises and scratching coming from inside. As he got closer he felt a strong visceral scent.....he stopped dead in his tracks. It was her scent, the scent of her sex...'that slut, I guess she really needed the company' Vegeta thought vulgarly,feeling an alien twinge of anger for no apparent reason.....but hold on...Vegeta approached the door and stood near it.

'I don't sense anyone else with her...there is no man inside with her...' His thoughts were interrupted with the sounds of soft moans and strong gasping. He laid his head gingerly on the door her pheromones were strong and he felt the sound of wetness, sensed the strong scent of her skin, and heard the skimming of her fingers against her thighs...."VE-G-ungh.....I....hhmmm"

Vegeta nearly jumped away from the door. He must be imagining this, there is no way that she is thinking of him while pleasuring herself. He stood a foot away from the door, frozen in place, he felt his body surge with sexual temptation. His hands fisted, and placed firmly on his sides. He had to control himself, that feeble human was nothing to him, she is a weak mortal that he does not need, he is too good for her kind, she is...

"Uuuhhh" a soft feminine moan came from the door. Vegeta broke into a fast pace to his chambers. His imagination flooding with images of the blue haired woman's bare thighs  and supple breasts heaving, her fingers wet with her bodily juices. He could almost taste her the scent was so strong. He had to escape it. It turned out that a long cold shower was going to be overruled by the hot shower Vegeta had planned on taking.

Bulma felt herself at the precipice of pure pleasure,  suddenly alert her body went limp and her thoughts muddled....'Did someone just pass by her door!? OH god!'. Throwing her head back against the door, she heaved a long frustrated sigh, distracted and unsated she lifted herself up and decided to take a good long shower to wash out the tension her body contained and refocus her mind.

The waters temperature fluctuated, and Bulma had to toy a bit with the knobs to find the right temperature for herself. 'I guess Vegeta is also taking a shower,' the thought crossed her mind, and her eyes widened, 'OH KAMI! Did he hear me?' she knew Vegeta had extremely powerful senses, but it shouldn't really matter, he wouldn't care about what she does in her own room, unless he is a complete pervert. 'Hmmm I wonder how long its been since he has had any sexual contact with a woman?'

Bulma shook her head smirking, she entered the shower, and immediately felt more relaxed. She leaned against the tiled walls, rubbing a generous amount of exclusive soap around her shoulders. She started to really think about it, did he really hear her? Was Vegeta's proximity the cause of her reaction? Was it the kiss they shared? Maybe its because he is not of this planet. 'I mean its not like we're soulmates! HA!' Bulma let out a small scoff at the idea. Then she froze...'OH KAMI I SAID HIS NAME WHILE I WAS....oh...!?' The thought of Vegeta possibly having heard her cries of passion towards him made Bulma uncomfortable but she couldn't shake the feeling of being a bit turned on by the idea......Bulma slid down, feeling the trickling of hot water splash down her back, she had just spent a wonderful evening with a dashing man, and all she could think about was the cold hearted killer Saiyan that lived in her house.

'Be rational Bulma! You're too smart for this sillyness!', Bulma got up and rubbed her cheeks and eyes vigorously, trying to wash the whole thing out of her mind. She was a  woman, and just because she pleasured herself with thoughts of the one person she could barely stand, was really nothing. Nothing at all....besides...maybe he didn't hear her. 'Yeah..it will be ok'

Vegeta laid down on his bed, stiffly looking up at the high ceiling. He decided he would have to distance himself from Bulma, it was obvious that she had some sort of attraction to him, and that was dangerous. He didn't have time for that kind of distraction. He had to train, and focus, besides she had that man she went out with tonight. Surely she could satiate her sexual needs with him, and she probably will. The thought made him sneer, and Vegeta gripped the sheets beneath him, it had been a long time since he had bedded a female, flashes of her moaning his name came to his mind...... He swore he would never lower himself to a weakling alien, such as the human race. Another flash of her supple breasts brushing against his chest when she dared to kiss him passed..... He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. He needed to rest, and refocus on his goals. He knew her timing, he knew when she ate, when she worked and where she was throughout the compound. He would simply avoid her at all costs.