Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Love is the Most difficult to Satisfy ❯ One Kiss ( Chapter 12 )

Bulma's actions took a while before they were processed by Vegeta's brain. The reason behind this slow realization was that Vegeta would have never expected Bulma to kiss him. He wasn't actually sure what she was doing; it wasn't like he kissed someone before. She had come in, wanting to know something, and next thing he knew, her lips were pressed against his. His brain had even stopped functioning for a second, and now, all he could was remain still, while he wondered what to do, or even say.

Bulma's body was shacking slightly, as she was very unsure what was going on right now. Vegeta didn't push her away, as she had expected, but he hadn't exactly returned the kiss either. Did she have to keep kissing him or did she need to stop before she further embarrassed herself? The problem was, she didn't know if she wanted to stop. She wasn't actually disgusted by kissing Vegeta. He was an idiot, an asshole, and a jerk, yet his lips felt so soft, and it was sending jolts throughout her body. She felt like her whole body wanted more, yet Vegeta wasn't giving her much to work with. Maybe she needed to push him a little? After all, she was surprised Vegeta wasn't having a heart attack by now. Bulma wrapped her arms around Vegeta's lower waist, bringing him closer. If this didn't make him kiss her back, then this would be awfully embarrassing, and she would need to literally run away from him.

Vegeta felt his naked chest being pressed against Bulma's breasts, making him realize that obviously he wasn't dreaming, and Bulma was indeed kissing him. He was very unsure what to do though. He wasn't quite returning her kiss, but he knew his body wanted to. He felt Bulma press her breasts against his chest again, and it felt like the little push his body needed. He bent down a little more, and captured Bulma's lips with his, devouring her mouth. He was nibbling her bottom lip, licking her top lip, and Bulma was kissing him back like her life depended on it. Somehow, he felt in control.

She had never had such a feeling before, not even with Yamcha. Feeling Vegeta return the kiss was very unexpected, and she wondered if he felt the same thing she did. Well, it was Vegeta; he didn't feel, but nonetheless. Bulma felt Vegeta's hand on her back, and if that was even possible, he brought her even closer. Bulma felt like she was on cloud nine, and it was surprising she could get such a feeling from someone like Vegeta. She was nearly craving his touch, as if she needed it, and had missed it all those years. It was hard to believe that the person she was kissing right now was Vegeta. She wasn't sure it was real. It couldn't be. Bulma opened her mouth, giving Vegeta more access, and as she expected for him to take advantage of it, he did something completely different.

He pushed her away.

It took a few seconds for Bulma to register what he had just done, but when he did, she felt as if her ego had taken a huge punch. He pushed her away. Did that count as rejection? Because, he had clearly kissed her back, which made her confused. Had he changed his mind? Did he realize what he was doing? Although, he had known what was happening when he kissed her back right? Bulma looked at Vegeta straight in the eyes, slightly panting. She couldn't find any words to tell him, because she didn't understand his actions. Instead, she brought her hand to her mouth, touching her lips. She had kissed Vegeta. Vegeta had kissed her.

Vegeta wasn't panting like her, and he had seemed to have regained his self-control back. It had almost slipped away from him, and he had almost made a mistake he might have regretted later. Good thing he had caught himself right in time. He couldn't believe he had kissed the woman. The worst part was, it wasn't as bad as it should have been. He shook his head; was he insane? What was wrong with him? Why did he desire this woman so much? It was complete non-sense. She was not desirable.

Vegeta growled. "Woman, get out."

Those words took Bulma even more by surprise than his actions. He wanted her to leave? Leave his, actually her, room? He had kissed her back, yet he rejected her. That damn saiyan didn't know what the hell he wanted! And the worst part about all of this was that, she had enjoyed it. She should have been disgusted. Why wasn't she? Bulma couldn't even find it in her to argue with him. She had been a fool. "Jerk." was the only insult she threw him before leaving his room. Bulma made sure to slam the door as she closed it.

Vegeta winced as the door slammed. Well, obviously, she was pissed, but why the hell should he care? After all, she was the one who invaded his privacy, and kissed him, not the other way around. Plus, she had already brought him enough trouble like this. His body wanted her, and he hated that feeling; he wasn't in control. Why couldn't he control himself? He had been so closed to losing it, and had almost given in to the temptation. Vegeta looked down at his towel. He needed another shower; a cold one this time.

-L-

Bulma was sitting on the edge of her bed, since she had gone to the only place where she wouldn't run into Vegeta; her bedroom. She was pretty sure he had no intention of coming to see her for a while. And she knew that unless he was looking for her, as long as she stayed in there she wouldn't have to see him. Bulma didn't know what to make of the situation that had just taken place. Surprisingly, it had felt good to find herself in his arms, and to kiss him. She enjoyed it, a lot. That kiss didn't feel the same than kissing Yamcha. It had gotten dull with him, yet with Vegeta it felt filled with sparkling. Sure, it could be put on the account that it was technically her first kiss with Vegeta, but still, she couldn't recall feeling this during her first kiss with Yamcha.

Her whole body had melted, shocks of pleasure had gone through her body, while she felt extremely hot, and bothered let's say. It was as if the kiss had been such a tease. She had not kissed him so she would want more... she had kissed him to get rid of the thoughts she had about him.

She shook her head; there was no way she could have enjoyed a kiss with Vegeta that much! What in the world was wrong with her! It was Vegeta for crying out loud. He was known to be a heartless murder, yet she couldn't get him out of her head. Maybe it was because she had been spending way too much time around him lately. She had been very lonely since her break up with Yamcha, and he was the only one who was really around. Maybe she was trying to find a companion in Vegeta, which was completely crazy! Vegeta could never be that person could he?

As Bulma was lost in her thoughts, Vegeta was in the hall, which connected his room to hers. He had been pacing through the hall for about 10 minutes now, and he was getting angrier by the second. He didn't act as a Prince should act.

Why was he giving in his basic needs like this? Obviously this was all happening because he had never really done that before. Although, he had never really wanted a woman before, so why was this happening now? It could be stress, or over-exhaustion; he was trying a lot. But, he had always trained a lot. Then what the hell was the problem? Why did his body desire the woman for? She was annoying, and she would never shut the hell up. He couldn't stand her! He hated behind in the same room than her. Why would his body need her?

Also, this was all her fault. She did come in his room saying she wanted to do something. If he had known this was what she was talking about, then he would have never let her close to him. Or would he have? Vegeta shook his head; he was very frustrated now. Plus, his shower hadn't done anything. His short had already the habit of getting tight when he would get a good view of her body, and now she had kissed him; it was a whole new level, and that feeling wouldn't leave. Vegeta smirked at the thought of one thing though; Bulma had obviously been into him, which meant he could probably have taken her if he had wanted to. He wasn't saying he had wanted to, he simply was saying that he could have. She wouldn't have turned him down.

A realization hit Vegeta; had Bulma felt the way he felt? This frustration? Vegeta knew for a fact the woman couldn't stand him, so why would she come and kiss him like this? He could still taste her lips on his. Had she tried to get rid of her feeling? Or test it? He had to admit he wasn't such a stupid idea. After all, it had cross his own mind a few times. Maybe if he actually satisfied his body, then he could finally get some peace of mind, and this woman would be long gone from his mind. It was worth giving it a try wasn't it? He didn't have to take her. He'd simply get his body satisfy right?

Vegeta decided it was worth a try, since he was so sick of having Bulma and her body in his mind. He opened Bulma's bedroom door without knocking; after all, she had invited herself in his room earlier, hadn't she? Well, he could do the same thing. He was a prince after all, meaning he was far superior to her. In one hot, the door was opened, and he easily spotted her sitting on the bed, staring through at the window, obviously lost in her own thoughts, like she often was. Although as soon as he made a sound, she noticed him.

Bulma almost jumped in surprise when she heard the door open. She didn't turn around though, because she knew who was behind her; Vegeta. It wasn't hard to guess that he was the one to come in her room. Although, she hadn't expected him to, especially not after what happened. After all, hadn't he been the one to kick her out of his room? Bulma sighed heavily; why did he have to come now anyway? She wasn't ready to see him just wait. She was pretty sure she didn't have her whole self control back. That, and she was still pretty mad for him telling her to get out of his room.

"What do you want Vegeta?" asked Bulma, annoyance clear in her voice. Well, he hadn't actually been nice to her had he?

Vegeta scoffed; it seemed like Bulma wanted to give him some attitude not that it came as a surprise. Although, it was fine with him, and he'd show her later what you get when you try to show him attitude. He smirked as he walked towards her, even though it was more than obvious that Bulma wanted him gone. He liked to get on her last nerves anyway; she always got angry so quick. Plus, it was his own way of getting back at her for creating such a frustration and fire inside of him. Payback was a bitch.

Bulma sighed heavily. "I said what do you want Vegeta?" asked Bulma as she turned around to look at him. He was a lot closer than she had expected him to be. A lot. He was actually sitting right behind her. Bulma rolled her eyes. "What?"

Vegeta simply smirked even more, she was way too easy sometimes. Unfortunately, his attention was drawn to her lips, and Vegeta was distracted for a few seconds; he cursed Bulma in his mind. "Would you stop whining, woman?"

Bulma shook her head. "You're unbelievable. How are you come in here after you told me to get out," she said before turning her head, so she wasn't looking at him anymore. She knew Vegeta was only there to annoy the crap out of her. He would probably rub in her face the fact that she kissed him. He kissed her back, but he did push her away afterward, which was very humiliating.

How could he? She was Bulma Briefs! A lot of men would have died for the chance to be with her. Gosh, his ego was rubbing off on her.

Suddenly, Bulma felt a hand on her arm, and she turned her head to see it was Vegeta. He still had that stupid smirk on his face, and it annoyed her. What the hell did he have in mind? Why did he keep staring at her like this?
Bulma wanted to tell him to fuck off, but he only approached her even more. When Bulma blinked, only once, she found that Vegeta's face was only inches away from hers. Way too close for comfort. Bulma didn't know but she was holding in a breath. She should be smacking him, she should be yelling at him, yet she desperately wanted to feel his lips on hers again. Was he simply making fun of her, or was he actually going to kiss her?

Because honestly, at this point, Bulma wasn't sure if she could take the tease. Too much tension had been built in, she needed some sort of release.
Bulma waited, but Vegeta wasn't making the move forward. Was he waiting for her to do it? Was he trying to see if she wanted to kiss him again? Vegeta was being very confusing at the moment.

"Why?" asked Vegeta as he could almost feel Bulma's lips again.

She shrugged her shoulders. Why had she kissed him in the first place? She wasn't even sure. "I wanted to know if I would like it," she said almost surprised by her own bluntness. Had she really said that?

Vegeta smirked at her answer. "Did you?" he asked, obviously over confident, and sure of her answer. How could she have not? She would get all weak in the knees every time he touched her, so a kiss had to be more powerful. And she surely didn't react like that with the weakling. Of course, he was far more superior to him, so it came as no surprise.

Bulma didn't know what to tell him. Obviously, she did, but could she really tell Vegeta that? He already had a big enough head, that he didn't need something like this. Although, somehow she had a feeling, he already knew that she had enjoyed it. The way she had been panting after wards gave her away. But, still, she wouldn't admit. Yet, Bulma couldn't help it; she did want to kiss him again. She almost wanted to slap herself; why couldn't she feel this way about someone that actually give a damn? Someone like Yamcha. She sighed heavily.

Vegeta took that as a yes. He knew Bulma would be way too proud to admit something like that, but already leaving her without any comeback was pretty decent. Before Bulma knew it, Vegeta kissed her. Bulma couldn't believe this; second time she kissed Vegeta in less than an hour. Something had to be wrong. Yet, she couldn't help but enjoyed the feeling of his lips once more. This time, Vegeta was a little more demanding. In the instant of a few seconds, Vegeta's tongue was demanding for entrance, and as much as Bulma would have wanted to fight that, she opened her mouth, giving him more access. Gosh, she had given in so easily. Bulma could swear she felt Vegeta smirk against her lips. That cocky bastard.

Their tongues were battling for dominance, and Bulma wasn't about to give victory to Vegeta. Of course, that didn't mind he wouldn't distract her. Soon enough Bulma could feel Vegeta's hands on her hips, squeezing them. Bulma was almost feeling upset he was touching her through clothes. Bulma was surprised by her own thoughts; did she really want Vegeta to touch her that bad? She knew she somewhat cared for him, after all, she had watched over him intensively after his little incident with the Gravity Machine. Yet, this wasn't the same thing, especially since she knew the feeling wasn't return. He didn't care.

But if the feeling wasn't return, then why was he kissing her right now? Why did he come to her room, and actually kiss her of his own will? Bulma's head felt so confused about everything that was going on. Every time she thought that she had figured out Vegeta, he would do something else, that would throw her off. Then, finally to distract her, and, almost to her relief, Vegeta's hands slide under her shirt slightly, touching her stomach. For a second there, Bulma's tongue stop battling Vegeta's, and he took over the control.
Vegeta wouldn't admit to himself that this actually was what he needed to get rid of this frustration feeling he had been having lately. He needed to touch her, to feel her body under his, to roam his hands over her skin.

Obviously, so far, Bulma hadn't mind anything he had done since she hadn't stopped him yet. Vegeta almost smirked at the thought. He didn't have have to convince her, or anything like this, she had simply agreed on her own, without really saying anything verbally, but he understood by her actions.
Bulma's head was almost spinning. What was this feeling? Feeling Vegeta's touch was giving her a bigger feeling than she had expected. Why what she craving for him? She knew she had her doubt while she was still with Yamcha, yet with the way he had been acting, she thought she was over that. How could she desire such a jerk? Her brain simply didn't want to make sense of it all. It was a good thing since, she would find herself quite shock that she was letting Vegeta touch her like this, when she didn't even have sex with Yamcha since they got back together. How could she allow herself to go further with Vegeta than she had with Yamcha?

And what was with her damn attraction with bad boys? Why did she give in so easily?

Oh god. Was this it? Was that what Vegeta thought? Did he believe that she was going to have sex with him? Would she? Could she go through with this, and actually sleep with Vegeta? She hadn't done it with Yamcha again yet because she wasn't sure she could trust him, so how could she do it with a cold-heart murderer? Although, the situation were completely different. If Yamcha hadn't cheated on her, she would have slept with him again... But Vegeta, he didn't even care for her. But why did his touch feel so damn good to her? Bulma felt Vegeta's hand go even further in her shirt, yet she was completely powerless to stop him. She knew he was very close to her bra, but she didn't care.

Vegeta was getting tired of this, and pushed Bulma on her back on the bed, and then positioned himself on top of her. Alright, this wasn't actually having self-control, but it wasn't his fault the woman was making it so hard to have self-control. She was letting him touch her after all wasn't she? No matter what he tried, how far he pushed it, she didn't put a stop to it. Bulma was not resisting his touch, and it was making it too easy for him to take things to the next level. Why couldn't she have some self-control?

When Bulma felt her back hit the mattress, she felt a rush going through her body, and she liked it. She couldn't let this go too far could she? Would she be able to push Vegeta away like he had pushed her? She wasn't quite sure about that, especially with the way her heart was pounding at the moment. Once again, she felt Vegeta's lips against hers, and her thoughts were forgotten. Bulma ran her hand through Vegeta's hair, something she had always wished to do, and he didn't even seem to noticed.

Vegeta was too busy with Bulma's mouth to feel her fingers go through her hair. Damn woman, why did she have to taste so damn good? What was it? Cherry? He was pretty sure it was cherry. Maybe mixed with vanilla. He wasn't sure. Vegeta lifted Bulma's shirt with his hand, and left her mouth. This time, he was kissing Bulma's stomach, making her shiver in pleasure with every contact he made with her skin. Bulma bit her bottom lip hard. Vegeta's hands slide down her legs, almost cupping her ass in the process, as he kept on leaving a trail of kiss down her stomach. Before she knew it, Bulma was letting a small moan escape.

After this little sound had been made, both Bulma and Vegeta stopped in their actions. Vegeta raised his head to look at Bulma, and she was somewhat blushing. Was she really doing this? She felt her heart beating so fast that it was about to explode, or come out of her rib cage. This was insane. When she looked back at Vegeta, he had pulled away from her. Bulma was a little surprise, but not as much as when he got up, and he actually walked out of the room. Had she dream this? Had he really walked out on her?

The worst part of this, was that he didn't say one damn word. Vegeta left, silently.

-L-

Bulma was sitting at the kitchen table, playing with her food. She still couldn't believe what had just occurred between her and Vegeta about 2 hours ago. Obviously, she hadn't seen him since then. He had completely disappeared, well not disappeared, but he was clearly avoiding her, and this time for real. Bulma knew he was training, and he would probably stay there until he would be sure she was sleeping or something like that. It truly was a desperate cause. The worst thing was, that Bulma didn't know what she was expecting from this. She had wanted to kiss him to make things clear.

Things couldn't be clearer. It was obvious that she enjoyed Vegeta's touch, and surprisingly, it seemed Vegeta didn't mind being close to her. But that was it. Sure, he was still a jerk, but she could overlook that. She did care somewhat for Vegeta. That she wanted it or not, she had grown accustomed to him; he was always around. The problem was; she knew for a fact that Vegeta couldn't stand her. He hated her, heck he couldn't even call her by her name. But, she had to admit this whole day had just complicated things further. She knew even less where they stood at the moment. What were they?

It was truly beyond her why she couldn't just get with someone normal. It was obvious she could never have a relationship with someone like Vegeta. First, Vegeta would never be with someone, second, all they did was fight! What a great relationship that would be right? Plus, Vegeta couldn't stand humans. He would never want to be die down to someone, especially not someone like her. He despised everything about her. Bulma sighed heavily before letting her head hit the table, causing a bang sound.

"Can't afford a bed, woman?"

As soon as she heard Vegeta's voice, Bulma raised her head. Wait? That was Vegeta? Talking to her like nothing happened? She looked quite surprised as she watched him grab food from the refrigerator. He was completely fine. Wasn't he there, when they were making out, on her bed?

"What?" she asked, feeling somewhat like an idiot.

Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Are you stupid, woman?"

Yes, that was Vegeta alright. "Go fuck yourself Vegeta," said Bulma before getting up from the chair. He was truly unbelievable! How could he act like nothing happened? He was really trying to get under her skin! That asshole.

She walked over to him, and he pretended she wasn't there. "Is that how you're going to act?"

Vegeta looked at her, like he had no idea what in the world she was talking about. "What are you talking about, woman?" he asked, his tone clearly showing his annoyance. His training had done him some good. Well, the training, and the little session with Bulma. He felt a lot more relax, than he had before. Perhaps he had been right all along about satisfying his body.

Obviously, he wasn't going to tell the woman that. Still, he knew he stopped at the right time, or things would have slipped out of both their control. Once he heard her moan, he knew that if he didn't leave now, his self-control would be thrown out the window, and he would have probably taken her, which he did not want to do. He was better than this; he was a Prince. He needed to know how to control himself better than that, but when she was around, it would become extremely difficult.

Bulma sighed, clearly annoyed. He had to be kidding right? He knew exactly what she was talking about. "How about your hands all over me?" she blurted out. This man made her so freaking angry. She was in no mood to deal with him right now, especially since her enjoyment had been cut so abruptly.

Vegeta scoffed. "Well, you are the one who came onto me." He wasn't about to let her win this little argument.

Bulma crossed her arms in front of her chest, like he so often did. "But you came back for more." she said, an obvious smirk on her face.

Vegeta took both of Bulma's wrists in his hand, and pinned her hands over her head. "Listen, woman," he said in a semi-warning tone. He pushed Bulma against the nearest wall, which made it even harder for him to be angry. She looked damn sexy and vulnerable in that position. Her lips slightly parted, his leg between her legs, and he was in the power position. He was too busy staring at her body, to notice that Bulma had started smirking again.

She bent down to his ear. "See what I mean."

Vegeta was taken a little by surprise when Bulma said that, and she took the opportunity to break free from him, her smirk still on her face. Vegeta watched her walk away, and he knew that as Bulma walked, she was adding an extra swing in her hips.

Damn woman.

-L-

Vegeta growled the moment his door opened. "What do you want woman?"
Bulma winced; she expected him to be sleeping at this time. According to the time, he was supposed to wake up in 2 hours! Didn't he value some of the little sleep he was getting? Bulma now felt like a total idiot for coming.

She should have stayed in her own room. The problem was she couldn't sleep. The only thing that was on her mind, was Vegeta. That damn asshole was keeping her awake. Bulma decided to come see him, because she knew that far from sight, far from the heart was bullshit. The more she tried to push Vegeta away from her mind, the more she thought about him. She decided to come in his room, in the hope of sleeping.

"I'm not sure," said Bulma as she walked closer to Vegeta's bed, clearly annoying him even more. What he didn't know, which would probably increase his anger, was that Bulma had her light blue pillow in her hand.

Yes, she had decided that she would spend the night with Vegeta. No mind in the gutter, shhe simply wanted to sleep. She figured that if she slept beside him, she would be able to get him away from her mind, and she would finally get the sleep she desired; it was the perfect plan. The only thing she needed though,was to convince Vegeta to let her sleep in his bed. They didn't quit each other on the best term earlier, yet she still couldn't get him out of her mind. Perhaps he had the same problem, so he would agree?

Vegeta growled again. "What is that supposed to mean?" Tired of not getting a straight answer, Vegeta sat up on his bed, and turned around to look at Bulma. As he did so, the blanket covering his chest went down, revealing his muscular abs. Bulma almost gulped; maybe it wasn't sure a good idea.

The Prince's eyes immediately traveled down to Bulma's pillow. Wait. The woman wanted to sleep here? In his bed. With him. Was she completely out of her mind or what? Something was definitely off about her! Why would she want to sleep with him? This was somewhat good though. He would be back in power, since she was the one crawling back to him. He did enjoy having the upper hand over her.

"Crawling back?" he asking, with mocking obviously in his tone.

Bulma sighed heavily; she was waiting for that comment. Yes, she knew that this would give the power back to Vegeta. She knew he would probably rub it in her face for a very long time, but damn she wanted to sleep. She was so freaking tired and it was making her grumpy. For now, she guessed that Vegeta could win. Although, she wouldn't admit that she was crawling back. That was just pushing it.

"No," she said as she kept on walking toward his bed. "I'm tired," she added as she finally sat down on the edge of his bed.

Vegeta glared at the spot she just sat down on. Did she just invite herself in his bed? She decided on her own, that it was fine to get into his personal space? She could only do it, if he allowed it. He didn't recall giving her his permission to do so. "How is that my problem? I can sleep perfectly fine." Alright, that was a big lie. He hadn't been able to sleep. Maybe it was because her body was the only thing in his mind, but he wouldn't tell her that.

Bulma sighed heavily. "Because you're the reason I can't sleep, now shut up," said Bulma as she tried to get some room on the bed.

Vegeta scoffed, refusing to move. "I swear Vegeta, if you don't move your ass, I'll sleep on top of you," threatened Bulma as she threw her pillow at him.

Vegeta, in a very cocky manner, brought his hands behind his head, and put a smirk on. "Go ahead." Vegeta wasn't sure if she would dare. She was pretty stubborn, and didn't usually back down from a challenge.

Bulma looked at him for a few seconds. He was challenging her, and she knew it. Well, if Vegeta didn't think she would do it, she was about to prove him wrong; she was going to do this. It would be hard, but it would show him. Bulma pulled Vegeta's covers away from his body, revealing that he was only wearing a pair of black spandex short. It's okay Bulma, just breathe. Vegeta never stopped looking at her the whole time, since he was still daring her with his eyes. Bulma took a deep breath before laying face on, on Vegeta's stomach. She could feel all of his muscles under her body, and why did it feel so amazingly good? Bulma then laid her head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat. It was fast. Bulma raised her head, and looked at him straight in the eyes.

"Goodnight Vegeta."

-L-