Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lies, Deception, and a Baby ❯ Intimate Interlude ( Chapter 3 )

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Warning: A little mini-lemon for all the lemon lovers out there! ^.^

Lies, Deception, and a Baby

Chapter 3: Intimate Interlude

When Bulma awoke the next morning, she was alone.

With a sigh she began to stretch her sore muscles, which ached after last night's exertions. Bulma smirked a very Vegeta-like smirk as she remembered the events of the previous night.

Bulma then took a look around her and blinked in surprise. She was still naked, but someone had taken her back to her own room. Bulma smiled as her heart began to melt at the thought of Vegeta doing something so sweet. Maybe all that "I am the Saiyan Prince, so bow before me" bravado was just a mask, hiding the fact that he was really a softy on the inside!

A loud explosion coming from the general vicinity of the gravity room, followed by the very loud cursing of a certain Saiyan, echoed through her room.

Bulma grinned. Well, maybe he wasn't a softy on the inside. But so what? He obviously cared about her, after how gentle he had been last night. Bulma shivered with pleasure at the memories.

"Woman!" his voice called, interrupting her thoughts. She knew in a few minutes he'd be up here, asking-no, demanding-that she fix his precious gravity room. Since she was in a good mood today, she decided to get dressed and start working on it before he was even able to mention it to her.

With a small groan as she got out of bed, Bulma realized just how sore she was … down there. And there was stickiness, too, on her thighs. Blushing, she rushed into the bathroom to shower.

Bulma moaned with pleasure as the warm water poured over her, soothing her aching muscles and washing away the sticky residue of last night's lovemaking. She stood there for several minutes, just letting the water run over her body, such a comforting feeling.

As she reached out to grab the bar of soap, she gasped at the feeling of another hand over hers. She looked down at the hand covering hers and blushed as she realized to whom it belonged.

His hand pulled hers gently away from the soap, and let it hang at her side. Then, his hand grabbed the soap in its grasp and began rubbing it over her wet, naked body.

Bulma sighed as the soap stroked her belly, and leaned back into the hard wall of muscles behind her. Vegeta's other arm came around her waist to hold her body up against his as he soaped her down. It felt so good, his body so close to hers, she never wanted this moment to end.

After the soap had rinsed away, Vegeta lifted her with his strong arms and told her to brace herself against the tiled wall of the shower, and to wrap her legs around him. Bulma was confused, since she was still facing away from him, but she complied, leaning forward and using her arms to brace herself against the shower wall as she linked her ankles around his waist.

"Vegeta!" she cried out as he entered her from behind. She nearly lost her balance, her arms and legs weakening from the shock and the pleasure, but he pressed her body up against the wall, so that she wouldn't fall. She could feel his hot, heavy breath on her neck, as he moved aside her hair to nuzzle the tender flesh beneath her earlobe.

They made love slowly and languorously, again and again. After finishing the first time, he had her in a similar position, against the wall, but facing him this time. Then he held her upside down against him as they devoured each other with their hungry mouths. Again and again they made love, for hours, until they were both too exhausted to do anything except turn the knob that turned off the water, which had by now grown freezingly cold.

As Bulma sat on Vegeta's lap on the floor of the shower, leaning her head back against his well-muscled shoulder, she could practically hear him smirking behind her.

He hooked one arm around her waist to hold her against him. His other hand was gently caressing her silky smooth bottom. She thought she felt his lips brush her ear, but then told herself that she must have imagined it; after all, Vegeta would never openly show her affection like that! Would he?

"When are you going to fix the gravity room, Woman?" he asked her almost teasingly in his sexy-husky voice. Bulma had long thought that his voice was incredibly sexy, but her misplaced loyalty towards Yamcha had prevented her from admitting it, even to herself. She had no qualms about admitting it now, however; the rasping baritone made her melt against him.

"When I can manage to stand up," she replied playfully, her mood incredibly light after what they had just done. "Right now my legs don't seem to be working, so it might take a few hours. Until then, it looks like the two of us might be stuck here, all alone." She tilted her head to look up at him and grinned seductively. "Whatever will we do to pass the time?"

Vegeta smirked down at her and was about to reply when they heard a knock on the bathroom door, followed by Bulma's mother's voice.

"Bulma!" Mrs. Briefs called, "Bulma, sweetie, are you in there?"

"I just got out of the shower, Mom, I'm naked so don't come in!" Bulma gave her mother a partial truth. Sure, she was naked; what Mrs. Briefs didn't know was that there was also a naked man-or rather, a naked Saiyan Prince-in the bathroom with her!

"Oh, ok, honey! I just wanted to tell you that that nice young boyfriend of yours, Yamcha, stopped by and said he wanted to talk to you. He's waiting downstairs, so you might want to hurry up! It's not good to keep a man friend waiting!" Mrs. Briefs giggled in that ditzy way of hers.

At the mention of her ex-boyfriend, Bulma's body stiffened, and she felt Vegeta's body tensing behind her, his arm tightening around her waist, and a vicious snarl forming on his face. Even in the best of times, he'd never liked Yamcha; and now that he'd slept with the woman that Yamcha also wanted … Bulma realized that what she'd done last night with Vegeta might make the situation just a little bit complicated.

"Tell him I'll be there in just a minute, Mom!" Bulma called out. She heard Vegeta growl behind her, but ignored him and tried to stand up. The arm locked around her waist prevented her from moving.

"Vegeta, let me go," she said softly. He was obviously mad that she was going to see her ex-boyfriend, even after last night and this morning; she didn't want to hurt his feelings any further. When he refused to remove his arm from around her waist, however, her temper began rising.

She turned to see him glaring down at her. She was about to yell at him about how, just because they had sex, it didn't mean that he owned her, but when she saw the look in his eyes, her anger fell away. His expression was guarded as usual, but there was something there … almost like uncertainty. As though he felt insecure about their relationship, threatened by Yamcha. She knew he'd never admit it. After all, why should the powerful Saiyan Prince be threatened by an insignificant human weakling that he could kill as easily as he could swat a fly?

"Vegeta," she said, her voice still soft as she lifted a hand to caress his cheek. "Please, let me go. I have to go talk to him."

"Why?" he bit out. He didn't like this feeling inside him. This … jealousy, for lack of a better word. She was his, dammit, he wasn't about to let her go off prancing with that weakling to show him what she'd learned in the past several hours. Not without a fight.

"Vegeta," Bulma said soothingly, her hand still caressing his cheek and making him purr against his will. "I just want to tell him that it's over between us. I broke up with him last night, and I meant it. The fact that he's even here means he didn't believe it was for real. So I have to go downstairs and tell him that I meant every word." She could see the distrust in his eyes. What had happened to him in the past that made him so unwilling to trust anyone?

"So will you please let me go and speak to him?" She planted a tiny, chaste kiss on his jaw.

Vegeta growled again, but finally gave in to her pleas. "Just remember," he told her, scowling, as they stood up, "You're mine." To punctuate his words, he grabbed hold of her arm and his mouth swooped down on hers in a possessive kiss.

When their lips parted, Bulma felt shaken, and began having doubts. This possessiveness … did he really care about her, or was it just some kind of male sexual dominance thing? She was so confused!

Vegeta quickly changed into his clothes, which he had placed in a neat pile on the counter next to the sink before joining her in the shower. Then, with one last, warning look back at her, he stalked into her room, out onto the balcony, and flew away, probably to go train somewhere, Bulma thought wryly.

Sighing, she dressed herself casually in a comfortable pair of jeans and a Capsule Corp t-shirt.

She straightened her shoulders, and marched downstairs to talk to Yamcha-her ex-boyfriend.

A/N: Hehe, Veggie's all jealous `n stuff … isn't it cute? ^.~

Next Chapter: Bulma and Yamcha have their little "talk" … and let the lies and deception begin! (Ominous, I know! But it's not as bad as it sounds! Really! I promise! Well … ok, so things might get a little morally ambiguous, but hey, that just makes it more interesting! ^.^)

Love, Tina