Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lies, Deception, and a Baby ❯ Don't Fight It! ( Chapter 5 )

Disclaimer: If I owned DBZ, Yamcha would never have existed past Dragon Ball. They would have killed him off in such a way (say, being bashed by a large, blunt object) that he would never be able to return! That would've been nice.

Warning: LEMON!!! YAY!!!

Lies, Deception, and a Baby

Chapter 5: Don't Fight It

Bulma ran into her room, closed the door behind her, and leaned back against it with a weary sigh.

Another close encounter with Vegeta.

Bulma shuddered. She couldn't seem to avoid him. Everywhere she went, there he was. She didn't know if he was following her, or what. All she knew was that she couldn't shake him.

She had gone for several days without any form of bathing at all. It disgusted her, and she nearly wanted to vomit when she smelled herself-which was just about all the time, she was so stinky-but at least it kept Vegeta away, because Yamcha's scent was still there.

In the past two weeks, since she had gotten back together with Yamcha, the only time she took showers were right before her dates with the scarred human. And she made sure to make out with him before the date was over, because no matter how much his kisses disgusted and repulsed her after experiencing Vegeta's, she refused to give in to the Saiyan's wishes. She refused to let him use her, or her body, ever again.

Thank goodness Saiyans had that extra-powerful sense of smell! Although she kept `accidentally' running into him, once he got a whiff of her putrid stench, he took off with his Saiyan speed.

Bulma ran a hand through her limp, stringy blue hair-then yanked it away when she could practically feel globs of grease attaching themselves to the palm of her hand.

The same hand that itched to get its fingers to curl around a body puff, lather it up with sweet-smelling body wash, and rub it over her entire body, until her skin was pink and raw from all the scrubbing and she smelled like the sweetest, most succulent passion fruit after a fresh morning rain.

Then Bulma grinned. Tonight was Friday night … she had a date with Yamcha tonight! Which meant she could finally have a shower!

After doing a little jig out of sheer happiness, Bulma began to gather up all her nicest smelling lotions, shampoos, soaps, and other toiletries. She hummed delightedly as she went about these chores. Oh, happy days! Her hair would finally shine again, as it was meant to be! Her skin would look like untarnished porcelain, instead of caked with dirt. Her eyes would shine with confidence in her own beauty once more!

Bulma let out a sigh of relief as she stepped under the warm, running water of the shower. "It feels good to be back," she said, hugging herself as she twirled around beneath the shower head, getting her body wet from head to toe.

As she lathered up and began to wash away the foul odor that adorned her skin, Bulma let her thoughts wander to her current romantic situation.

She had wondered, at first, whether she would actually be able to succeed in hiding her relationship with each man from the other. In reality, it hadn't been nearly as hard as she had originally thought.

Vegeta spent most of his time training, so all she needed to do was look out her window to make sure that the light in the gravity room was on, and she knew the coast was clear for her date with Yamcha.

As for Yamcha, he never suspected a thing. When she seemed hesitant about kissing him, he just figured that it was because she was still mad at him, and needed a little more time to forgive him completely.

Bulma felt incredibly guilty about lying to two people that she cared about-well, she didn't really feel that guilty about lying to Vegeta, not after the things he'd said-but she knew that it was the only way. If she told Yamcha the truth, he'd dump her, and she knew she wouldn't be able to resist Vegeta's advances. And if she told Vegeta the truth … Bulma shuddered. He would be angry, she knew. He said he didn't care who she did …that… with, but at the same time, his pride would not allow him to `lose' to a human. And if he thought she was sleeping with Yamcha, that's exactly what he would think was happening! He'd just kill the human warrior to salvage his wounded pride that a woman might actually prefer a `weakling' over him.

Bulma stepped out of the shower and took in a deep breath of air. She smelled so … clean! Giggling with giddiness, she wrapped a towel around herself and walked through the connecting door to her room in order to pick out something to wear for the evening.

"Hmm," she thought to herself, looking for her closet. She pulled out a short black dress with a plunging neckline and a material that hugged her captivating curves like a second skin. If she wore this, she knew Yamcha wouldn't be able to keep his hands off her-or his drool, either. She frowned. Was that the answer to all this? To just sleep with Yamcha and be done with it?

Bulma shuddered with disgust at the thought. That would be like … drinking a bottle of $3 wine after having sipped the finest merlot. A girl just couldn't do it! She couldn't sleep with Yamcha, not after her experience with Vegeta.

So Bulma put the dress back in her closet and selected a much more conservative outfit that clearly said "Hands off." Bulma examined herself in her full-length mirror after adorning her evening's attire. She liked how the blue button-down blouse showed just enough skin and curve, but not too much. And the matching skirt fell to just above her knees, a very conservative length, compared to what she normally wore.

Smiling, Bulma opened the door to her room-and came face to face with an enraged Saiyan Prince.

That's what I get for forgetting to check if he's still in the Gravity Room or not! Bulma chastised herself, cringing back from the scowl on Vegeta's face.

Pulling her courage tightly around her, she stiffened her spine and crossed her arms over her chest, mirroring his stance.

"What do you want, Vegeta?" she asked angrily.

The Saiyan growled. "Don't toy with me, Woman," he warned, stalking slowly into her room and closing the door behind him.

Bulma's eyes widened in surprise. "What are you doing?"

Vegeta smirked. "We never did finish what we started the other morning," his voice purred seductively.

Oh, Kami. Bulma could feel her knees turn to jelly at the sound of his voice. This can't be happening! Not now!

"Who ever said I wanted to finish it, Vegeta?" she asked, standing her ground as he came closer. She wouldn't give into him by backing away. That would just be cowardly.

He was almost on top of her. She could smell that masculine scent of his that drove her wild-sweat, mixed with something else that she couldn't name. It turned her on to no end, but she would never admit that to him. So she just glared back at him, refusing to let him know what his closeness was doing to her body.

But he knew. Vegeta smirked. "Have you forgotten, Woman?" he asked softly as he leaned closer, his lips less than an inch from her own. "I can smell your arousal." He closed his eyes and took a big whiff, smirking. Then his eyes reopened, and she lost herself in those black depths.

All thoughts gone except for this deep-seated need within her, Bulma wound her arms around his neck and whispered against his lips, "Just shut up and kiss me you stupid monkey."

Since all the blood had traveled to his other head, Vegeta didn't even notice the insult. He just swept her up in his arms, and connected their mouths, his tongue swooping in to battle with hers as he carried her over to the bed.

With one knee pressing into the bed, he gently lay down the woman in his arms, and stared at her for several long moments.

She was so beautiful. Her body lay sprawled on the bed, her star-filled blue eyes gazing up at him with wonder and arousal, her tousled hair spread out across the pillows. When he made no move to come to her, she let out a small whimper, and reached her arms out to him, imploringly.

He couldn't resist her. Bending down until his body half-covered hers, he began kissing her again, as her hands entangled in his wild black hair, and one of her legs wrapped itself around his waist, her heel accidentally brushing against his tail spot. The pleasure shot through him, and set his whole body purring and rubbing against her.

Bulma moaned his name, and pressed the wet, aching part of herself against his hardness. Vegeta growled, feeling as though he would burst at any moment, just like a whelp with his first woman. What was wrong with him, where was his control?

When her soft whimpers caused him to simply tear away the restriction of their clothing and enter her in one swift thrust, he finally admitted to himself that he had none where she was concerned. If he had, he would never have taken her in the first place.

But ever since that night, she had been such a distraction. He couldn't stop thinking about her, even in the midst of training in 450 times gravity. She totally blew his concentration, made him want to take her over and over again until she begged for him to stop.

And yet, she had been avoiding him recently, and keeping that weakling's scent all over her. For some reason, she didn't want to be with him again … although her body obviously had a different thought on the matter, judging by how quickly he had gotten her in bed this evening.

Soon, all thoughts were gone for both of them as the pace increased, Vegeta keeping his strokes long and even as her inner walls clenched around him with delight.

With one final thrust, his seed burst into her, all the little Vegetas swimming all the way to her womb, conducting their mischief. In nine months …

Vegeta collapsed beside her, feeling complete and satisfied. Yet at the same time, he wanted her more still than he had before. He knew instinctively that this would not be the last time they joined together. And he knew that he would never grow tired of his beautiful blue-haired angel.

For her part, Bulma was in heaven for several long minutes as the after-glow of her pleasure came over her. Until the real world once more came crashing down into her brain.

Oh, Kami, what have I done? She exclaimed to herself. I promised myself I wouldn't be with him again, but … I just can't resist him! I don't know why, but I can't.

She felt his hand brush against her hair, gently, tenderly. She looked at him, confused. Gentleness from Vegeta? This had to be a dream.

For a moment she thought she saw an almost wistful expression in his eyes as he gazed down at her, until he realized that she was watching him, and masked his expression with his customary smirk. How Bulma would have loved to smack that smirk right off his smirking face!

"You would do well not to attempt to avoid me again, Woman," his husky voice rasped, making her insides quiver with desire, even though he had just sated her with his body only moments before. "You should know by now that the Prince of all Saiyans always gets what he wants." His eyes bore into hers, letting her know without words that he wanted her.

Bulma shivered. Maybe, just maybe, he could grow to care about her. But she wasn't ready yet to put all her eggs in one basket. She couldn't dump Yamcha for Vegeta, and then find out in a few weeks time that Vegeta really couldn't care for another person, and then be left all alone. The thought of being all alone scared Bulma to the core. She couldn't even bare the thought of it. And so she knew that she would have to keep up this charade of hers. Only, with a slight change in plans.

As Vegeta mounted her again, their desires renewed, she thought about the devious path upon which she was about to embark.

During the day, she would continue to date Yamcha, although the making out would definitely have to stop.

But during the night … during the night, she would attempt to warm Vegeta's heart until he could admit that he loved her. Or at least that they had some possibility for a future.

But Bulma Briefs was not about to give up her future. Not for any man. Not even a Saiyan Prince.

A/N: Uh, oh. Bulma's digging herself a hole, and she just won't stop! All those lies … and now sex … what could she be thinking?!

Next Chapter: More lemony goodness … *sigh* what can you do? Saiyans are just so horny!

Love, Tina