Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Love is the Most difficult to Satisfy ❯ It Feels Right ( Chapter 14 )

The situation with Vegeta had become more than awkward. It was unbearable, and she didn't want to live like this. Bulma was pretty sure that one more day, and she would completely lose it. It was to the point that Vegeta wouldn't even insult her anymore, he would simply ignore that she existed. Well, except when he was starving, and when the Gravity Room was broken, then he would acknowledge her existence. Of course that had lead to a few fights, since Bulma refused to be his slave whenever he needed her, and then be a ghost when he no longer needed her. Then, after an awful fight, they would part their own way, and he would go back to ignoring her.

Until the next time.

Currently, Bulma was sitting at her desk at Capsule Corp., and she was absolutely bored out of her mind. Bulma wasn't sure it was such a good idea to work behind a desk, but it had somewhat work. She did spend less time around Vegeta, it simply was that when she did see him, it was horrible. Her time in an office was horrible too. But, she did look hot in a work clothes; a semi-short skirt, and a blouse. That did boost her mood. Except for that, she hated the technical part of the company.

Bulma stared at the clock in front of her; technically she had to stay until 5 o'clock. It was 4 o'clock. Technically she had one more hour of work, but her dad did own the company. Bulma didn't really more to convince herself; she took her stuff, and walked out of her office. After all, there had to be a few advantages to being the boss' daughter right? Although, she did feel somewhat bad for leaving her work behind for everyone. But, one more hour in that office, and she would have turned completely crazy.

As Bulma came out of the building, she looked around her. surroundings The sky was blue, and it was a very warm day. She looked inside her purse, and looked at the capsule inside; she could use it, and drive back home, or she could walk. Sure, it was very unlike her to walk but it could clear her mind a little, and the house wasn't very far. Plus, a little bit of a nice breeze had never really killed anyone before. Also, it might help clear her mind from all of her problems, so why not do it?

A smile on her face, Bulma started to walk home, enjoying the fresh hair. The past week had been hectic, and she needed this. All the work at Capsule Corp. had been a lot harder than she believed it to be, plus Vegeta added a lot of pressure and load on her back. She sighed; she was supposed to clear her mind, not think about Vegeta, although he would probably ignore her today, which she was totally fine with. Once again, she repeated to herself that if he didn't need her, then she did not need him.

It's not like it bother her that Vegeta was completely ignoring her after what happened between them. It's not like she had felt something when he kissed her. Bulma felt her anger getting to her again. Vegeta was an asshole; she knew it from the beginning. She had to chase away whatever kind of feelings she thought she had toward him. There was no way she would allow herself to develop feeling for someone like him. Not only would it be a total waste of her time, but it would be a waste of energy. She didn't need another heartbreak.

Vegeta would never feel, and she needed to get over it. He wasn't programmed to be with someone or love. Either it was because of how he grew up, or because he was a saiyan, but he just didn't know how to. If she thought there was hope, she would teach him, but she knew there wasn't. Bulma closed her eyes and took a deep breath; relaxation. Maybe she needed a vacation away from him. Either that, or she complied to whatever demand he had when he was talking to her, so she would have some peace after wards.

This was it; she wouldn't let Vegeta get to her anymore. Her day had been horrible enough, and she wouldn't let him make the situation even worse. Whatever he would say, she would try to be nice. It shouldn't be so hard! She had stand him so far, and it had been over a year now. She could deal with him for two more years right? Plus, perhaps if she did try to be nice, he wouldn't be so much of an ass right? That, or he would take advantage of her new found weakness. She sighed heavily.

Vegeta would end up killing her.

He would kill her, that he tried or not. He was amazingly talented at driving her completely insane. For so long she believed she had feelings for him, she thought she cared, and then when they kissed she knew she felt something. Yet, that didn't matter. It was Vegeta she was talking about here! Could she actually be crazy enough to try to go down that road? Vegeta couldn't love, right? He was meant to be a heartless jerk. She was smart, she knew better than that. She had known better with Yamcha, and she should know better with Vegeta.

Bulma sighed heavily, and her thoughts remained in her head, as she kept walking in direction of her house. This was hopeless. She was hopeless. When her house finally came in view, Bulma wasn't so sure anymore that she wanted to go inside since he would be there. Bulma knew she probably wouldn't see Vegeta since the Gravity Room had been repaired; thanks to her dad who couldn't stand Vegeta's whining anymore. Although, she felt bad that her father had to do the work, and obey Vegeta's order.

What possible reason could he have to avoid her like this? Vegeta wouldn't be embarrassed of what he had done. He wouldn't have kissed her if he didn't want to right? Vegeta wasn't one to ease someone else's feelings; he would have rejected her on the spot if he hadn't wanted this. Was he scared of what he wanted? She couldn't see any other reason. Never was he ashamed of his own action! He had to regret, or be afraid if he didn't want to see her again. Although, the idea of him being afraid was strange.

Bulma decided to put a stop on her thoughts as she stopped in front of her house's main door. She looked through her purse, and found her key pretty quickly. Here we go, she thought. Bulma opened the door, only to reveal an empty hallway, and she let out a sight of relieved. What in the world was she expecting? Vegeta waiting for her, roses in his hands? Bulma giggled at the thought; now that would be funny. And totally impossible. Although, if it did happen, she would probably have a heart attack.

"Hey sweetie," Mrs. Briefs appeared in front of her daughters, a plate of cookies in front of her, "How was your day?"

Bulma shrugged her shoulders. "I don't think I'm made for the office life," said Bulma before dropping her purse on the floor carelessly.

Mrs. Briefs smiled to her daughter. "That's great honey," she said, completely ignoring Bulma's answer, "I made you some cookies," said Mrs. Briefs before putting them down on a small table.

Bulma forced a smile. "I'm not really hungry," said Bulma before hanging her coat in the closet.

Mrs. Briefs never lost her smile, as she nodded to Bulma. She was somewhat worried though, because if Bulma wasn't hungry, that meant something was wrong. "I'll leave them there in case you get hungry," said Mrs. Briefs, before leaving Bulma by herself.

Bulma sighed heavily before looking at the cookies. She knew her mother was only doing this to make her happy, but she simply didn't feel up for it. Bulma started to walk in direction of the living room, planning on relaxing a little after spending the whole day stuck behind a desk. Of course, as she was walking towards the living room, she didn't expect anyone to be there. Especially not Vegeta. Bulma was quite shocked when she found him sitting on the couch, food in front of him, watching some action movie. Shouldn't he be training? Shouldn't he be trying to avoid her? Bulma actually found his presence very unusual.

"What's broken?" asked Bulma, pretty sure she had found the reason why he was sitting around. "My dad just fixed the Gravity Room, don't tell me it's broken already!"

Vegeta scoffed. "No. It's not broken."

Bulma was quite surprised. "Then, what are you doing here?"

Vegeta stopped looking at the TV, and turned around to face Bulma. "Woman, what are you even dumber than usual? I live here remember?"

Bulma rolled her eyes; how could she ever forget that she shared a house with him? Never. "I know that," said Bulma before walking towards the couch, "I meant, why aren't you avoiding me?"

"I do not live my life according to you, woman," said Vegeta before focusing his attention on the movie once more.

Bulma sat down on the couch, right beside him. "Then you won't mind if I sit down," she said, a smirk on her face.

Vegeta didn't even bother to answer her, and simply took his bag of chips from the floor, and started eating. Bulma crossed her arms in front of her chest, and tried to pay attention at the movie in front of her. She had absolutely no idea what was going on, and she somewhat disliked action movies. Of course, the move Vegeta picked was very detailed and every bone crushing sound could be heard. Ew. Anything that reminded him of gore was probably pure pleasure for someone like him. Jerk.

Bulma's presence didn't seem to affect Vegeta at all, and Bulma didn't know what to make of it. Maybe she was completely crazy; maybe he hadn't try to avoid her this whole week, maybe she had been the one avoiding him. It would make sense, wouldn't it? Not because they didn't cross paths, that he was avoiding her. Did she felt, left back? She sighed; great, now she was thinking about this again. Why did she always hang on to men who simply couldn't want her, or at least want only her?

Vegeta was looking at Bulma from the corner of his eye. She left very absent-minded, and he didn't know what the hell she was thinking about. It's not like he had been avoiding her. They had conveniently not crossed each others's way lately. Well, that was probably due to the fact that she was avoiding him. He had known this would happen as soon as she started working in Capsule Corp.; it was the reason why she had wanted to work there in the first place, right? She was probably too embarrassed.

This week had been pretty good for him; well, somewhat good. During his training, and during the day, he didn't feel frustrated anymore, but at night, he did. Well, he mostly felt frustrated because of Bulma. She had a new routine; every night, around 1am she would come, stand in front of his close door for about ten minutes, probably thinking if she should come in, and then, without knocking or barging in, she would leave and go back to her own room. It was annoying the crap out of him. He just wished she would make up her damn mind instead of always doing this. He knew she was there, and it was quite annoying. Of course, he didn't tell her he knew, because then she'd know he couldn't sleep either. He turned to look at her, and she seemed to be watching the movie. Well, if it didn't bother her to be there, it didn't bother him that she was there.

It didn't bother him until Bulma put her hand in his bag of chips, and took some of his chips. He turned around, and glared at her. "Woman."

Bulma shrugged her shoulders. "My house, my money, my chips," she said before grabbing the whole bag from him, and walking away.

Vegeta closed his eyes, visibly angry; he always knew there was a reason why, out of all of them, she was the one he really couldn't stand.

Damn her.

-L-

Bulma was just coming out of her shower, and still had her towel wrapped around her head. She smirked when she remembered Vegeta's reaction when she left with his food. It was priceless. Since they hadn't really talk this past week, she missed their little argument; it did bring some action in her day. Also, it was different from the harsh fight they had been having lately, so she enjoyed it. It was nice to have the old Vegeta back. She smiled; she missed something about Vegeta. Well, not exactly about him, but still.

One thing had been good about her finally seeing and talking to him; she knew he wasn't avoiding her. He actually seemed pretty comfortable around her, which had surprised her somewhat. Then again, it was Vegeta; he wouldn't show how he felt. Bulma wondered if he knew all the time she spent staring at his bedroom door. Gosh what would he think if he knew? She felt like a complete idiot; she had to either get over it, or go in. It was easier said then done; she couldn't do neither of these things.

She was scared that one day, Vegeta would open his door, and found her standing there. What would he say? He would probably make fun of her. Sure, she could simply not go, but she couldn't resist the urge. Plus, she felt pretty lonely. She had thought that working would have helped her meet new people and everything; how wrong had she been. It was either she had too much work, or people had too much work. Since she was the boss' daughter, they didn't exactly want to be relaxing on the job around her. It was understandable, but that didn't make her meet new people. The only new entourage she developed were annoying, snobby business men who were only interested in her signing their contracts. Bulma sighed heavily; she would end up living in this huge house, by herself with a thousand cats.

Bulma turned around, and looked at her clock, 6:00pm. Bulma sighed heavily; maybe she should go get something to eat. She wasn't really enthusiastic, since she would have to cook. Her parents were gone for dinner, and a ballet show, which meant it was only her and Vegeta. It was more than obvious that the prince of all the pains-in-the-butt, would want to eat something, and would bothered her for some food. Great, as if she needed him to treat her as his maid once again. She sighed.

Bulma forced herself to get out of the room, and dragged her body all the way down the kitchen. She really didn't feel like cooking tonight, she simply didn't have the energy. Maybe she should just order something. After all, she had the money to feed a saiyan, didn't she? A smile on her face, Bulma took the phone, and dialed the number of the closest pizza place. Bulma ordered 30 pizzas; that should be enough to keep Vegeta's appetite down for a while. She hoped at least until her mother would come back.

"Where's my foo-" Vegeta stopped in the middle of his sentence, when he saw Bulma standing in the kitchen. Where the hell was her mother. "You're cooking?" he asked, his voice filled with sarcasm.

Bulma rolled her eyes; nobody could be nicer than Vegeta. "No, I'm not cooking," she said as, Vegeta almost looked relief. "I ordered pizza," said Bulma before putting the phone back in its place.

"It better hurried woman, I'm hungry," said Vegeta before sitting down at the kitchen table.

Bulma seemed surprised by his actions. "You're going to sit here?" she asked, looking like she was in complete disbelief.

Vegeta sighed heavily; was she sick? She surely was acting strange today. "Woman, I think something's wrong with you." Why was she surprised by everything he did today?

"Maybe I am," whispered Bulma to herself, low enough, that Vegeta wouldn't understand. He wanted to ask her what she said, but, he decided to leave it.

Suddenly, an awkward silence installed itself between them. Well, awkward for Bulma; Vegeta didn't seem affected by it. After all, he couldn't care less if they were talking or not, since he wasn't much of a talker to begin with. Bulma wasn't surprised one bit. Why would he care that he wasn't talking to her, it wasn't like it was his favorite activity. Bulma was staring at Vegeta while he was eating an apple that he took from the fruit bowl. She had no idea what to tell him, so she simply kept staring.

It was more than obvious that Vegeta was getting aggravated by her staring. "What?" he asked in a harsh tone.

Bulma rapidly looked away. "Nothing," she said, as she started to play with her fingers. This whole situation was bothering her. He was really acting like life just goes on after what happened. Was he ever going to talk about it? "Well..." she started. How could she say this? "I want to talk."

"Even if I told you to shut up, you wouldn't," said Vegeta, letting her know he basically had no other choice, but to listen to her talk. He wasn't going to talk back though. This was a one-way conversation.

Bulma sighed before walking over to the table. She sat down right beside him, which seemed to annoy him slightly. "I want to talk about what happened last week." Vegeta rolled his eyes, and Bulma was getting slightly ticked off by his attitude. He was such a jerk. "Look. It happened."

"What exactly happened?" asked Vegeta before laying back in his chair, and crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"We- I was-" Bulma stopped in her track. What exactly happened? They kissed. They sleep in the same bed. Not a word was exchange during those moments. He never told her he felt something for her. He never told her to stay. He never asked her to come back. It was just, physical? Bulma was staring at Vegeta straight in the eyes, and she was in complete disbelief.

"You kissed me," said Bulma, almost in a whisper.

Vegeta shrugged his shoulders. "You kissed me."

Bulma pinched her lips together, before making a slight pout. "You let me slept in your bed."

"You invited yourself in," he said, with a smirk on his face.

It was obvious that Bulma was somewhat vulnerable in this little confrontation, and Vegeta knew it would be very easy for him to win the argument. Bulma was looking at him with an intense stare, barely blinking.
"You challenged me to."

"You accepted."

Bulma had the feeling that no matter what she said, Vegeta would have a comeback for her. Why did he had to be so stubborn? Why did he have to be such a hard-head? "So, it was nothing," said Bulma, more as a statement than a question.

Vegeta stood up from his sitting position. "I think you know the answer, woman." Vegeta pushed his chair, and walked in direction of the door.

"Food better get here soon," said Vegeta before walking away from her.
Bulma was sitting down at the table, her lips tightly pinched together. At least, things were clear now, right?

It didn't mean anything.

-L-

Bulma sighed heavily; this again. She was staring at Vegeta's door again.
After their little talk, she had waited for the pizza, and once it arrived, she had dropped the boxes in the kitchen for Vegeta, and left for her room. She had been staying there the whole time, somewhat hiding, although she wouldn't admit it to herself of course. She was too proud, so she had hoped to catch some sleep, now that things had been cleared up; she hadn't been able to sleep good lately. Of course, like usually, she had spent her time, turning around, and around in her bed, without any sleep at all.

Bulma had heard Vegeta go to bed about two hours ago, and she had tried very hard to tell herself to not go. Apparently, she hadn't tried hard enough, because there she was again, standing like an idiot in front of his door. It was around midnight now, a little earlier than her usual time, but still. Things would go the same way; she would stare at the door, try to knock, and she would end up walking away. Why couldn't she bring herself to have a little more self control than that? It was just Vegeta.

Well, maybe today, she wouldn't try knocking; she would only look at the door, get it out of her system, and go to her own room, where she would find sleep. Bulma scoffed; yeah right. She had to get a hold of herself, and she knew it. Bulma sighed heavily; she had to leave before it was too late, before she got sucked in again.

"Just fucking open the door, woman."

Bulma couldn't help but jump in surprise as she heard Vegeta's voice. He knew she was there? How could he possibly know! She was pretty sure 'seeing through walls' wasn't one of his many powers. Did he know every time? Bulma felt her breathing accelerated as she put her hand on the handle, and turned it. Oh of course, how could she have forgotten that he could sense ki? It always seemed to be an ability that she completely blanked out. That meant he had known every single time.

When she opened the door, the room was completely dark. Vegeta was sleeping on his stomach, his face buried in the pillow, and the blanket only covering his lower body, leaving his muscular back to Bulma's stare. Bulma closed the door behind her, and pressed her back against it; she looked like an idiot now. How could she even explain what she had been doing there this whole time? Then again, would he even care about her explanation?
"I was just..." she didn't even know what to say for her defense. She had been staring at his door for the past week after all, it made her look like somewhat of a psycho.

Vegeta remained completely silent, and didn't say anything. Bulma wasn't sure if it was a good thing, or a bad thing.

"I can't stop thinking about it," said Bulma as she walked closer to his bed, her pillow in her hand, "I tried, but I always-"

Vegeta cut her. "You can't stop thinking about what?" his tone was slightly harsh. He didn't have his face buried in his pillow anymore, but he was still laying on his stomach.

Bulma sighed heavily, as she sat down on the edge of Vegeta's bed. "The kiss," she said, as her heartbeat kept on increasingly dramatically. She didn't even know how she could say those things.

Vegeta remained silent to her confessions, and Bulma approached him, as she sat down, right beside him. Then, Vegeta sat down, and came very close to her. Bulma felt her heart trying to come out of her chest as Vegeta's face was inches from hers. She could feel his warm breath on her face, only increasing her nervousness. She held in her breath, not knowing if this was actually going to happen. It felt real, but Vegeta had tricked her more than once. Could this really happen this time? Would he do it?

Then it happened.

Vegeta bent his head slightly and capture Bulma's lips for a quick kiss. As soon as Bulma felt Vegeta's lips on hers, she completely stopped breathing. The kiss was very brief, and Bulma felt somewhat destabilized as Vegeta pulled away from her. She wasn't even sure it really happened. Vegeta was staring at her right in the eyes, almost challenging her. Of course, Bulma had never been one to turn down a challenge, and it wasn't about to change now. If he was serious about it this time then, perhaps she could...

A little clumsy, Bulma bent down, and kissed Vegeta. It wasn't too long before he returned the kiss, which she found surprising. Bulma found herself getting closer to Vegeta until she touched his sturdy chest with her tiny hands. Before she knew it, Vegeta wrapped his arms around her, as he deepened the kiss. Bulma could feel her heartbeat fast, yet she found herself loving the feeling. Bulma enjoyed being in Vegeta's arms, and she loved the way he pressed their bodies together, as if all of this was natural.

Of course, just kissing, didn't seem to be the only thing Vegeta had in mind. Bulma wasn't wearing much; a mini pair of short, and a regular tank top, and Vegeta wasn't quite dress either; his regular tight black spandex short.

Vegeta let his hands slid on Bulma's hips before he grabbed her and sat her on his lap. Bulma didn't even seem to notice as she ran her hand through Vegeta's hair. Soon, Vegeta's tongue asked for entrance, and Bulma gave it to him immediately. Vegeta's hands were on Bulma's ass, and he squeezed it, enjoying the feeling of her round ass in his hands. Bulma wrapped her legs around his waist at the feeling, pushing her core against Vegeta's groin. At that point, Vegeta was more than aroused.

He knew he had told himself that this was a bad idea, and that he wouldn't let her sleep in his bed again, but it's not like they were actually sleeping. This was a lot more interesting. Vegeta slid one of his hands inside Bulma's shirt, and as the tip of his fingers ran over the smooth, warm skin of her stomach, Bulma's hands were running down Vegeta's back. Soon enough, Vegeta found Bulma's breast, and cupped it with his hand, causing Bulma to bit her lip in pleasure, holding back a moan.

Sure, she had been with Yamcha, so this wasn't new to her, but Bulma still felt extremely nervous; this didn't feel like all the time she had made-out with Yamcha, and it wasn't even close to the feelings she had when they had sex. This time she didn't feel like she had as much self-control. Her whole body was craving for Vegeta's touch, as if it was on fire.

Bulma couldn't hold in a moan as she felt Vegeta's thumb on her hard nipple. Vegeta seemed to enjoy her reaction since he smirked. Vegeta used his other hand, the one that used to be on Bulma's ass, to raise her top slightly, so that her stomach was exposed. Vegeta left her mouth, to kiss her stomach. He held Bulma's shirt up with both of his hands, and slightly lifted her up. Bulma felt herself getting more and more nervous, and excited as Vegeta's mouth went higher on her body. Vegeta was softly putting moist kisses over her skin, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. Once Vegeta's tongue was on the side of Bulma's breast, she moaned again.

This pleasure was nothing compared to the one she felt, once Vegeta softly sucked on her hard nipple, causing her to slightly scratch his back with her nails as she tried to hold a moan in. Vegeta wasn't very pleased with her being so silent, especially since there was no one in the house they could disturb, and he nibbled her nipple slightly, before playing with it with his tongue. Bulma's lips were slightly pinched together, as she put her hand behind Vegeta's head, pushing him forward slightly.

How could this feel so right.

Bulma wasn't even sure she was thinking, but for once, she didn't really care. She almost felt disappointed, when she felt Vegeta pulled away, but when she looked down, she saw Vegeta trying to remove her top. Apparently, he changed his mind, and ripped it off her body, making Bulma even more aroused. He did look sexy as a bad ass. Gosh, her obsession with his roughness, and dominance would never end would it?

Vegeta wrapped his arms around Bulma's waist, and captured her lips into a passionate kiss once more. He pressed her naked chest against his, enjoying the feeling of her smooth breasts, and erected nipples against his body. He wanted her now. Vegeta pressed Bulma's body tightly against his, as he lay her down, right under him. Vegeta used his knee to open her legs slightly, and then, he slowly pulled off her short, leaving her in her underwear. He then, positioned himself between her legs. Bulma's heart was going crazy with every one of his actions.

Vegeta let his hands slide down her long, smooth legs, and pressed his erection against her. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, but Kami he needed it. He had never felt so excited, so aroused before, and Bulma seemed more than willing to do this. He was pretty sure he didn't need to convince her. After all, she had more than complied to everything he had done so far. If she wasn't willing, she would be panting under him, and the scent of her arousal would not be feeling the whole room.

Bulma wasn't sure what exactly they were doing, or where this would lead them, but somehow, she couldn't bring herself to stop Vegeta. His every touch caused an explosion of pleasure on every inches of her skin. She wanted more, she needed more. Vegeta answered her prayers, when he put his lips against her inner thigh. Bulma felt herself getting more aroused, and wet, as she felt his tongue licking the inside of her thigh. It didn't matter if this wouldn't let anywhere, she needed him.

Bulma arched her back, wanting more. She pushed herself against Vegeta, craving his touch, craving the feeling. Bulma could feel Vegeta smirk against her skin, and she didn't care. Bulma felt a flow of arousal reach the pit of her stomach, when she felt Vegeta's hand on her underwear, slightly pulling them down. In one rough motion, he ripped them off, letting the sweet scent of Bulma's arousal reach his nose. This time, it was sweeter, nicer. He groaned in pleasure.

He wanted her.

Bulma felt her respiration accelerate when Vegeta pulled away, and removed his spandex short. Her heart was beating faster than it ever had, and she felt dizzy. This was Vegeta, and he was naked, and she was naked. She had made Yamcha waited so long, she had told him she needed to trust him again. How could she give in to Vegeta so easily? How could she just give in to a complete stranger, someone who would never be with her, someone who would not return her feelings - ever.

But, when Vegeta came back between her legs, and pressed his erection against her naked flesh, Bulma's thoughts were far gone.

This felt right.

How could it feel so right?

Bulma felt shivers being sent down her spine, when Vegeta bent down so his lips were brushing against her ear. "This doesn't mean anything," whispered Vegeta.

Bulma pinched her lips together; she knew this. Vegeta wouldn't love her. Then why would she go forward with this? He wasn't going to go down on one knee and ask her to marry him. Bulma closed her eyes, and before she changed her mind, she grabbed Vegeta's head between her hands, and turned his head so he was now facing her. She lifted her own head, and pressed her lips hard against his.

Vegeta interpreted it as her understanding.

It was wrong, yet now, it felt so right.

Bulma wrapped her arms around Vegeta's waist, holding him tight, as she prepared herself for the pain that was coming. She knew it would hurt, but the waiting for the pain seemed even worse. Of course it would hurt. The only person she had sex with was Yamcha, and he was less than half the size of Vegeta. Her eyes were closed tight, as she pressed her face against Vegeta's chest.

Vegeta's arms were wrapped around Bulma's tiny waist, as he positioned himself. He could feel Bulma holding him to him, like if she was holding on for her life. He could feel Bulma's grip on him tighter, as the pain started, but he didn't hold her tighter. Once he was fully in, he knew Bulma had cried, because he could feel the wetness of her tears against his skin. He decided to spare her some pain, and he remained still for a few seconds, at least to give her a chance to adjust to his size, which obviously was a little too much for her.

Bulma was more than grateful that he had stopped. She knew it was going to hurt, but she hadn't been prepared for this pain. She felt like she was a virgin all over again. She hadn't realized until then how small Yamcha was. She took a couple of deep breaths, before letting herself relax in Vegeta's arms a little. She was getting adjust to the feeling, and it wasn't as bad. Vegeta could feel her being less tense. Bulma raised her head, and looked at Vegeta, straight in the eyes. She nodded softly, letting Vegeta know he could keep going.

Vegeta searched her eyes slightly, before resuming.

Bulma relaxed fully, and wrapped her arms around Vegeta's waist tightly. Ready for the pleasure to push away the feeling of pain.

Bulma bit her lip, feeling the excitement.

She would lose herself in Vegeta at least, only for tonight.

As they started, and kept going, the pain was definitely gone. Bulma was breathing harder as she felt like she was about to explode. She didn't even know such pleasure was possible. She had never felt this way with Yamcha. Nowhere near this kind of feeling. She could hear Vegeta groaning, and it was only driving her more crazy. She ran her fingers down his back, pressing herself against him. She felt like she couldn't get enough; she wanted more, she wanted all of it. More touch, more feeling.

Bulma was quite surprised when she felt Vegeta's tongue licking her neck. For some reason, it felt extremely good, and she found herself moaning, causing herself to almost go over the edge. Bulma couldn't help but feel that if this wouldn't have happen with Vegeta, it wouldn't feel the same. Somehow the way he moved, the way he made her feel, made this just perfect. She glued her lips together, trying to prevent herself from screaming once more. She would probably shake the house with her screams.

Although they were alone.

One thing she hadn't been was silent. She had been screaming Vegeta's names non-stop ever since she felt her pleasure build-up. Her whole head was dizzy, and she was pretty sure she couldn't think straight. Gosh she wanted to feel his tongue on her neck again. Bulma could remember Vegeta's words clearly, about how this meant nothing, yet inside of her, she felt like it meant everything. Of course, she was probably the only one feeling this way. Not that she really cared at the moment.

Bulma had never felt so close to anyone in her whole life, and she just wanted to get even closer. She needed more. Bulma felt like she wanted Vegeta - all of him. Not only his body, but his mind as well. She could feel tears forming in her eyes, but she knew they weren't tears of pain, but joy. How could she feel so fulfill, how could she feel so complete? As Vegeta hit the right spot, Bulma wrapped her arms around Vegeta's neck bringing closer to her body. God, she needed this, she wanted this.

She was so close.

Bulma could feel Vegeta's teeth against the skin of her neck, nibbling her skin, and it sent jolts of pleasure thought her body. She wanted to focus more, but she couldn't. Bulma knew that both her and Vegeta were too close to losing it, and she didn't want to hold back anymore, she was tired of it. Before she knew it, a wave of pleasure hit her, and she felt herself melting into Vegeta's embrace, as she experience more pleasure, and contentment, that she ever did in her whole life. This felt perfect.

Bulma felt Vegeta collapse on top of her, but unlike her, he seemed a lot better. He wasn't short of breath, and he didn't seem as wiped out as she did. Bulma desperately wanted to say something, but she felt so exhausted. Her body had never felt so good, this release had felt amazing, and she was probably smiling like an idiot; she had never felt so good before. She needed Vegeta, she knew that. He made her feel like nobody else did. Bulma's arms were still wrapped around his neck; she didn't want to let go.

Fortunately for her, Vegeta didn't try to remove her arms. He remained on top of her, recovering from his mind-blowing release.

Vegeta didn't even know what to do. He felt so amazing; all the tension, the frustration he had carried around for days, weeks, it was now all gone. He was actually replaced by a neutral feeling. He didn't feel at peace, but he didn't feel as stress out. It was the same feeling he had after working out for hours without the pain. No, this time it felt good. Vegeta looked at Bulma who was under him, and she was struggling to stay in her conscious state. It seemed he had sent her over her limit. Her arms were still weakly hanging on to his neck. He didn't push them off of him.

Bulma wanted to remain awake but her eyelids were heavier, and heavier. She had never felt like this; her whole energy had been sucked out, but in a good way, if that was possible. She felt whole.

Next thing she knew, she fell asleep, her arms still holding on to Vegeta, never letting go.

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