Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Life Happens ❯ Reflections and Decisions ( Chapter 7 )
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By: inuy21 
Bulma reflects on all things Vegeta and comes to her decision.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.07.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 869 | Status: Work In Progress
Bulma reflects on all things Vegeta and comes to her decision.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.07.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 869 | Status: Work In Progress
Prompt used for this chapter: "Hug".
Diclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.
She quickly cleaned her desk and washed her hands before exiting the lab. She slowly walked through the dark and quiet house, thinking of what exactly had happened. She’d just witnessed a new side of Vegeta, and she was a little shocked at it. He’d been all business. Even after he’d taken advantage of her stretched neck!
Which if she thought she was shocked by his business skills, she had been thrown into left field when she had felt his tongue on her skin. That alone had been enough to shoot a small dose of pleasure down her spine and a very large dose of reality to her mind.
She sighed as she finally reached her room and walked in, turning on her bedside lamp. As she made her way to the walk-in closet, her mind was still dizzy from all the thoughts trying to process at once. ‘This is so much harder than math equations or circuits!’ It didn’t help that her mind was stuck on Vegeta, and not what he’d told her to think about. Oh no, her mind was thinking of all the things that tongue could do to her body.
She picked out a pair of pajamas and quickly threw them on before exiting the closet and falling on her queen sized bed. She threw an arm across her forehead and stared at the ceiling. Twisting her mind from the pleasurable thoughts, she sighed heavily.
She knew if any of her friends found out about her thoughts or course of action, they would surely lock her up or think that she’d finally lost her mind, but she didn’t care. She wanted Vegeta! He was proud, arrogant, controlled, agile, determined….her list of all the qualities she admired about him going on and on.
She turned on her side, grabbing the nearest pillow and hugging it to her chest, resting her chin on top of it. There was also that dark side to him. A side she didn’t know to well, and had seen so very little of while on Namek. He was a murder, had committed genocide, had killed her then boyfriend, and he had told her that he was still planning to kill Goku and then destroy her world.
For some reason, in her mind, it didn’t matter. All the horrible things she could picture him doing, didn’t matter. He was still a man, a man who had been raised by a tyrant. A slave to that ugly lizard creature called Frieza.
When they’d been brought back to Earth with the Dragonballs, they had all been surprised to see him there. They had come to find out, though, that Vegeta had long been plotting the downfall of his cruel master. As they waited for the fight between Goku and Frieza to end she had gotten to see a little more of the darker, almost insane, side to his nature. He had laughed endlessly when he thought Goku was going to die and take Frieza with him. He had beaten Gohan almost to a bloody pulp before Piccolo stepped in, making Vegeta back down from killing the young boy.
So many things had happened all those few short years ago, and after she’d invited him into her home, she had always noticed the strong lonely prince as he marched around not giving more than he had to. Never saying a word to anyone unless it was to bark an order or give demands to her father. She turned onto her back and sighed again, still holding the pillow tight as her thoughts continued to deepen.
Her mother adored him, could practically see the royal blood flowing through his veins, and she offered him anything. Her father, bless him, stayed as far away as he could from their guest. Of course, she was sure a lot of it had to do with Vegeta storming into his lab and yelling like a spoiled child for new equipment almost everyday.
She, she had seen it all. The dark and brooding predator who wanted nothing more than to destroy what angered him. The helpless man who was lost, nowhere to go, no home to return to. The child that wanted things done immediately and insisted that world revolved around him. Then, there was this new side she was seeing unfold. She would guess that it was his true self coming out. The prince, well versed in political games, making deals. He was almost civil with her, giving her an opt-out of the very thing she had initiated.
“If he thinks I’m backing down that easily,” she muttered to herself, finally lifting the covers and burrowing underneath. “He has no idea who Bulma Briefs is!” She buried her face in the pillow she still held, closing her eyes. “So much for thinking about what a crazy, sadistic, asshole he really is.” She felt the pull of stress leave her body as she snuggled into the softness.
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By the time she made it downstairs in the morning, Vegeta was heading out of the kitchen as she was entering. He gave her a smug look and a raised eyebrow. She returned the look, letting him know the game was on and she wasn’t backing down.
She grabbed her usual cup of coffee and a few slices of toast before heading to the lab. Another full day was ahead of her, and her mind was finally focused enough to get some serious work done. She ended up skipping lunch, but did head upstairs a little after to grab a snack and water.
She did stop for dinner to eat with her parents. She had hoped to run into Vegeta while she was taking a break, but it seemed that he was mindset as well--on his training. After refueling her body, she decided to head back down to the lab and get as much done as possible while her mind was willing.
She hadn’t even realized how late it had become until she looked up at the clock and saw that it was well past midnight. She moaned and pouted a little. “Vegeta usually stops around 10 or 11, and there’s no way I’m disturbing his sleep.” She looked down at her hands, noticing the fine cover of grime over them from a hard days work. “I guess I’ll just take a quick shower and head to bed,” she complained to herself as she put her work away.
The next day was quite the same. She got up, though this time she seemed to miss Vegeta at breakfast time. She frowned slightly as she got her coffee.
“What’s wrong, honey?” her mother asked. “You were so happy yesterday. Did something happen last night?”
Bulma sighed and took a sip from her mug. “You could say that.” She shrugged. “I just didn’t get everything I wanted to get done.”
“But you worked all yesterday, didn’t you?” Her mother turned her attention away from cleaning the dishes.
“Yeah. I just wasn’t satisfied. I should’ve been able to get more done!” her voice rose a bit toward the end. She looked at her mother and blushed a little. “Sorry, Mom, you know how I get sometimes.”
Her mother smiled back at her. “Just like your father. I will never understand how you two can just hole up.”
Bulma shrugged at her mother’s words. “Even I don’t understand it. I just get so into a project and forget about the world around me. I’m sure it’s the same with Dad.”
Her mother nodded, going back to the dishes she had stacked on the counter--no doubt Vegeta’s breakfast plates. “Are you going to be working all day today, again?”
“I’m not sure. Since Vegeta seems to be taking it easy on the GR and the bots, I’m trying to use this free time to get some new projects started.” Bulma refilled her mug, ready to get to work, when her mother’s words stopped her.
“Just to warn you, dear. Vegeta didn’t seem to be in a good mood this morning, either. He hardly ate his breakfast,” her mother said, almost thoughtfully. “I do hope you two didn’t get into another fight.”
Bulma almost dropped her mug. “No, Mom. We didn’t get into fight. Honestly, who knows what could upset him. Perhaps one of us looked at him the wrong way!” Although she had a feeling why he was cranky, however she wasn’t about to stake any money on it. “But thanks for the warning. It’ll probably be best if I just stay away from him until he gets over whatever’s upsetting him.” She turned back to her mother to give her a smile before finally heading to work.
Yet again, she went without lunch, and she even skipped dinner. Her mind brewing new ideas by the second without having to fight over the thoughts of Vegeta. Her eyes shot up to the clock as her stomach finally growled.
“Midnight again!” She wanted to scream, but quickly closed her mouth. “He’s going to think I wasn’t serious or that I’ve given up by this point,” she pouted as she started rolling up blueprints. “Well, I’ve been working pretty hard the last few days, so I think I deserve a break.” She nodded to herself.
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She had stayed up late, plotting her course of action for the next night. So she slept in well past breakfast, finally waking up at 10. She headed down to the kitchen, and grabbed a bowl of cereal and milk. Afterwards, she decided to work out a little, giving her body a good stretch and hopefully loosen some muscles. She grabbed a quick shower before lunch, noting that Vegeta still hadn’t stopped his training, and she began to wonder if he was now going to avoid her.
She quickly pushed the thought aside as she ate her healthy yet filling lunch. She was going to make sure that her body was well fed as well as limber. She was bound and determined to give Vegeta a challenge that he would rise to--no pun intended.
Dinner came, and still she had seen no sign of the elusive man. She looked out the window and saw that the GR was still on. She has half tempted to go out and make sure he was okay, or at least check up on him through the video screen, but she was pretty sure he was okay since her mother had mentioned him being in an even fouler mood than yesterday. ’I’ll just have to make sure he’s fed before I jump him,’ she thought with a smile.
After dinner, she sat out in the living room with her mother and talked for about an hour. It was now eight o’clock, and all she had to do was wait for her mother to go to bed, which would be about another hour. Hopefully Vegeta hadn’t planned on stopping his training early tonight, or else she’d have to switch plans--which she was more than willing too at this point.
Ten o’clock finally rolled around. She pulled on her “pajamas” for the evening--a pair of black lace panties and a white tank top that didn’t leave much to the imagination. She poked her head outside her door, looking down the darkened hallway. She silently made her way to the stairs, and softly made her way down them to the darkened living room. She once again looked out the window and saw the red lights coming from the GR, indicating that it was still in use. She made her way to the kitchen and saw that her mother had already prepared his dinner and had it set aside. So now all that was left to do was play the waiting game.
She went back into the living room and sat in the chair facing the door. She didn’t turn on any of the lights, hoping she could surprise him when he walked in the door. So she sat, and sat. First with her hands on her knees, then bringing her legs up and wrapping her arms around them. After that she rested her elbows on her knees, cradling her head with her hands with a bored expression. She finally glanced a look at the digital clock.
“11:30! What the hell is he doing out there?!” She was about to stand up, when she finally saw the red lights change into the normal white light. “It’s about fucking time,” she growled as she rested her feet on the floor. Not soon after she saw the hatch open and the lights go out. She could feel her heart flutter inside her chest with excitement and perhaps a bit of nervousness. There was no way he would reject her, right?
As he walked in the backdoor, slipping his shoes off, she stood from her seat, placing her hands behind her back as she walked towards him. At first he didn’t seem to notice her, but she noticed that he didn’t leave the room. She would take it as a good sign, and when she got a few steps away from him, he finally acknowledged her--giving her body an appreciative once over before meeting her eyes.
She took the few steps left between them and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pressed her body to his in a light hug, feeling his hardened muscles and sweaty skin. She was waiting for him to push her away, to tell her she was too late, but it never came. Instead he finally let his hands rest against her lower back, pressing her a little closer to him.
His hot breath fanned across her ear. “And here I thought you chickened out or at least finally came to your senses.”
She smiled as she pressed her face into the towel around his neck. “You should know better than that. I don’t back down from a challenge, no matter how insane it makes me look or feel.” She pulled back to look at him, letting her arms drop from his neck. His arms remained around her back, still holding their lower bodies close. “I haven’t seen you all day so I’m assuming that you haven’t eaten.”
“And?” he questioned with a raised eyebrow. He wasn’t like that idiot Kakarot, he could go far longer without eating. His stomach was just like any other body part, all it took was a little training.
“Mom saved you dinner, and I don’t need your body giving out too early on me,” her voice hinting with a little lust as she give him a wink.
He dropped his arms from around her waist, letting her lead the way to the kitchen all the while a smirk on his face and laughter buried deep in his chest. She had no idea what she was getting herself into, and he was going to enjoy every minute of it.
Diclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.
She quickly cleaned her desk and washed her hands before exiting the lab. She slowly walked through the dark and quiet house, thinking of what exactly had happened. She’d just witnessed a new side of Vegeta, and she was a little shocked at it. He’d been all business. Even after he’d taken advantage of her stretched neck!
Which if she thought she was shocked by his business skills, she had been thrown into left field when she had felt his tongue on her skin. That alone had been enough to shoot a small dose of pleasure down her spine and a very large dose of reality to her mind.
She sighed as she finally reached her room and walked in, turning on her bedside lamp. As she made her way to the walk-in closet, her mind was still dizzy from all the thoughts trying to process at once. ‘This is so much harder than math equations or circuits!’ It didn’t help that her mind was stuck on Vegeta, and not what he’d told her to think about. Oh no, her mind was thinking of all the things that tongue could do to her body.
She picked out a pair of pajamas and quickly threw them on before exiting the closet and falling on her queen sized bed. She threw an arm across her forehead and stared at the ceiling. Twisting her mind from the pleasurable thoughts, she sighed heavily.
She knew if any of her friends found out about her thoughts or course of action, they would surely lock her up or think that she’d finally lost her mind, but she didn’t care. She wanted Vegeta! He was proud, arrogant, controlled, agile, determined….her list of all the qualities she admired about him going on and on.
She turned on her side, grabbing the nearest pillow and hugging it to her chest, resting her chin on top of it. There was also that dark side to him. A side she didn’t know to well, and had seen so very little of while on Namek. He was a murder, had committed genocide, had killed her then boyfriend, and he had told her that he was still planning to kill Goku and then destroy her world.
For some reason, in her mind, it didn’t matter. All the horrible things she could picture him doing, didn’t matter. He was still a man, a man who had been raised by a tyrant. A slave to that ugly lizard creature called Frieza.
When they’d been brought back to Earth with the Dragonballs, they had all been surprised to see him there. They had come to find out, though, that Vegeta had long been plotting the downfall of his cruel master. As they waited for the fight between Goku and Frieza to end she had gotten to see a little more of the darker, almost insane, side to his nature. He had laughed endlessly when he thought Goku was going to die and take Frieza with him. He had beaten Gohan almost to a bloody pulp before Piccolo stepped in, making Vegeta back down from killing the young boy.
So many things had happened all those few short years ago, and after she’d invited him into her home, she had always noticed the strong lonely prince as he marched around not giving more than he had to. Never saying a word to anyone unless it was to bark an order or give demands to her father. She turned onto her back and sighed again, still holding the pillow tight as her thoughts continued to deepen.
Her mother adored him, could practically see the royal blood flowing through his veins, and she offered him anything. Her father, bless him, stayed as far away as he could from their guest. Of course, she was sure a lot of it had to do with Vegeta storming into his lab and yelling like a spoiled child for new equipment almost everyday.
She, she had seen it all. The dark and brooding predator who wanted nothing more than to destroy what angered him. The helpless man who was lost, nowhere to go, no home to return to. The child that wanted things done immediately and insisted that world revolved around him. Then, there was this new side she was seeing unfold. She would guess that it was his true self coming out. The prince, well versed in political games, making deals. He was almost civil with her, giving her an opt-out of the very thing she had initiated.
“If he thinks I’m backing down that easily,” she muttered to herself, finally lifting the covers and burrowing underneath. “He has no idea who Bulma Briefs is!” She buried her face in the pillow she still held, closing her eyes. “So much for thinking about what a crazy, sadistic, asshole he really is.” She felt the pull of stress leave her body as she snuggled into the softness.
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By the time she made it downstairs in the morning, Vegeta was heading out of the kitchen as she was entering. He gave her a smug look and a raised eyebrow. She returned the look, letting him know the game was on and she wasn’t backing down.
She grabbed her usual cup of coffee and a few slices of toast before heading to the lab. Another full day was ahead of her, and her mind was finally focused enough to get some serious work done. She ended up skipping lunch, but did head upstairs a little after to grab a snack and water.
She did stop for dinner to eat with her parents. She had hoped to run into Vegeta while she was taking a break, but it seemed that he was mindset as well--on his training. After refueling her body, she decided to head back down to the lab and get as much done as possible while her mind was willing.
She hadn’t even realized how late it had become until she looked up at the clock and saw that it was well past midnight. She moaned and pouted a little. “Vegeta usually stops around 10 or 11, and there’s no way I’m disturbing his sleep.” She looked down at her hands, noticing the fine cover of grime over them from a hard days work. “I guess I’ll just take a quick shower and head to bed,” she complained to herself as she put her work away.
The next day was quite the same. She got up, though this time she seemed to miss Vegeta at breakfast time. She frowned slightly as she got her coffee.
“What’s wrong, honey?” her mother asked. “You were so happy yesterday. Did something happen last night?”
Bulma sighed and took a sip from her mug. “You could say that.” She shrugged. “I just didn’t get everything I wanted to get done.”
“But you worked all yesterday, didn’t you?” Her mother turned her attention away from cleaning the dishes.
“Yeah. I just wasn’t satisfied. I should’ve been able to get more done!” her voice rose a bit toward the end. She looked at her mother and blushed a little. “Sorry, Mom, you know how I get sometimes.”
Her mother smiled back at her. “Just like your father. I will never understand how you two can just hole up.”
Bulma shrugged at her mother’s words. “Even I don’t understand it. I just get so into a project and forget about the world around me. I’m sure it’s the same with Dad.”
Her mother nodded, going back to the dishes she had stacked on the counter--no doubt Vegeta’s breakfast plates. “Are you going to be working all day today, again?”
“I’m not sure. Since Vegeta seems to be taking it easy on the GR and the bots, I’m trying to use this free time to get some new projects started.” Bulma refilled her mug, ready to get to work, when her mother’s words stopped her.
“Just to warn you, dear. Vegeta didn’t seem to be in a good mood this morning, either. He hardly ate his breakfast,” her mother said, almost thoughtfully. “I do hope you two didn’t get into another fight.”
Bulma almost dropped her mug. “No, Mom. We didn’t get into fight. Honestly, who knows what could upset him. Perhaps one of us looked at him the wrong way!” Although she had a feeling why he was cranky, however she wasn’t about to stake any money on it. “But thanks for the warning. It’ll probably be best if I just stay away from him until he gets over whatever’s upsetting him.” She turned back to her mother to give her a smile before finally heading to work.
Yet again, she went without lunch, and she even skipped dinner. Her mind brewing new ideas by the second without having to fight over the thoughts of Vegeta. Her eyes shot up to the clock as her stomach finally growled.
“Midnight again!” She wanted to scream, but quickly closed her mouth. “He’s going to think I wasn’t serious or that I’ve given up by this point,” she pouted as she started rolling up blueprints. “Well, I’ve been working pretty hard the last few days, so I think I deserve a break.” She nodded to herself.
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She had stayed up late, plotting her course of action for the next night. So she slept in well past breakfast, finally waking up at 10. She headed down to the kitchen, and grabbed a bowl of cereal and milk. Afterwards, she decided to work out a little, giving her body a good stretch and hopefully loosen some muscles. She grabbed a quick shower before lunch, noting that Vegeta still hadn’t stopped his training, and she began to wonder if he was now going to avoid her.
She quickly pushed the thought aside as she ate her healthy yet filling lunch. She was going to make sure that her body was well fed as well as limber. She was bound and determined to give Vegeta a challenge that he would rise to--no pun intended.
Dinner came, and still she had seen no sign of the elusive man. She looked out the window and saw that the GR was still on. She has half tempted to go out and make sure he was okay, or at least check up on him through the video screen, but she was pretty sure he was okay since her mother had mentioned him being in an even fouler mood than yesterday. ’I’ll just have to make sure he’s fed before I jump him,’ she thought with a smile.
After dinner, she sat out in the living room with her mother and talked for about an hour. It was now eight o’clock, and all she had to do was wait for her mother to go to bed, which would be about another hour. Hopefully Vegeta hadn’t planned on stopping his training early tonight, or else she’d have to switch plans--which she was more than willing too at this point.
Ten o’clock finally rolled around. She pulled on her “pajamas” for the evening--a pair of black lace panties and a white tank top that didn’t leave much to the imagination. She poked her head outside her door, looking down the darkened hallway. She silently made her way to the stairs, and softly made her way down them to the darkened living room. She once again looked out the window and saw the red lights coming from the GR, indicating that it was still in use. She made her way to the kitchen and saw that her mother had already prepared his dinner and had it set aside. So now all that was left to do was play the waiting game.
She went back into the living room and sat in the chair facing the door. She didn’t turn on any of the lights, hoping she could surprise him when he walked in the door. So she sat, and sat. First with her hands on her knees, then bringing her legs up and wrapping her arms around them. After that she rested her elbows on her knees, cradling her head with her hands with a bored expression. She finally glanced a look at the digital clock.
“11:30! What the hell is he doing out there?!” She was about to stand up, when she finally saw the red lights change into the normal white light. “It’s about fucking time,” she growled as she rested her feet on the floor. Not soon after she saw the hatch open and the lights go out. She could feel her heart flutter inside her chest with excitement and perhaps a bit of nervousness. There was no way he would reject her, right?
As he walked in the backdoor, slipping his shoes off, she stood from her seat, placing her hands behind her back as she walked towards him. At first he didn’t seem to notice her, but she noticed that he didn’t leave the room. She would take it as a good sign, and when she got a few steps away from him, he finally acknowledged her--giving her body an appreciative once over before meeting her eyes.
She took the few steps left between them and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pressed her body to his in a light hug, feeling his hardened muscles and sweaty skin. She was waiting for him to push her away, to tell her she was too late, but it never came. Instead he finally let his hands rest against her lower back, pressing her a little closer to him.
His hot breath fanned across her ear. “And here I thought you chickened out or at least finally came to your senses.”
She smiled as she pressed her face into the towel around his neck. “You should know better than that. I don’t back down from a challenge, no matter how insane it makes me look or feel.” She pulled back to look at him, letting her arms drop from his neck. His arms remained around her back, still holding their lower bodies close. “I haven’t seen you all day so I’m assuming that you haven’t eaten.”
“And?” he questioned with a raised eyebrow. He wasn’t like that idiot Kakarot, he could go far longer without eating. His stomach was just like any other body part, all it took was a little training.
“Mom saved you dinner, and I don’t need your body giving out too early on me,” her voice hinting with a little lust as she give him a wink.
He dropped his arms from around her waist, letting her lead the way to the kitchen all the while a smirk on his face and laughter buried deep in his chest. She had no idea what she was getting herself into, and he was going to enjoy every minute of it.