Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Love Transcending ❯ Passions ( Chapter 13 )

Chapter 13 - Passions

She was very tempted to just ignore it, pretend it was something creaking in the ship. No. she stood her, and wrapped herself tightly in the sheet and opened the door a crack and peered out. She saw Vegeta standing, facing the door, but looking at her, with his dark eyes.

“Is there something you wanted?” scowled, still angry at him for letting Nappa treat her in such a horrible way.

“I want nothing from you” he replied, in a bored way, “now let me in” he added, seriously.

“And why exactly should I do that?” she snapped, and held the door in its fixed position. He raised his eyebrows and pushed on the door, which swung it open and made her stumble backwards.

“Fine” she grumbled and then stood with her hands on her hips, giving him what she hoped was the major death look. She suddenly was aware she was just wrapped in a thin sheet, so she hugged around herself tightly and sat down.

“What do you want, Vegeta? I'm presuming you didn't come for a loofar or a cheese cracker” she rambled, slightly nervous he was here.

“I am actually here for two reasons, and neither are those idiotic things.” He shut the door and stood in front of it, she felt quite nervous.

“Firstly, your scouter. Its different, and I here its updated. That's how you get some favours right? It can do stuff these regular scouters-“ he tossed his on the desk “-cannot. Fix mine to be like yours. I want an updated one so I get gage powers and fight on those on worth fighting to improve my skills.”

Bulma raised her eyebrows, this was not really what she had expected. She didn't know what she had been expecting really, she sighed.

“Sure, I can do that. As long as you realise you will owe me a favour. What is this other thing you have to ask me?” she asked, looking searchingly at him.

She was almost certain she saw him blush, so she smiled a little and looked harder. He shifted from foot to foot and still said nothing. It was the first time she had ever seen him being uncertain about himself.

“You're so lowly…” he began, sounding quite unsure, but she interrupted him.

“Excuse me, Mr. Vegeta. I may be lowly on this ship, but back home I'm damn near royalty! My are the richest on the planet and I'm the heiress to it all. Basically, the princess of Capsule Corp. I'm high class”she tossed her head and flicked her hair over her shoulder.

“Royalty?” he asked, looking as if he didn't believe her.

“Yes. Well, as good as. The closest thing our planet will ever get to royalty anyway.” She sighed, the talk was making her homesick. He suddenly frowned and crossed his arms.

“Either way, you're still more lowly than me. But, what happened in the corridor before -“ he paused and she looked up, with a sly grin on her face.

“Enjoyed it, huh? Well you are cute when you don't scowl. But sorry, I have a boyfriend and I don't really want you as a boyfriend anyway.” She shrugged way, and hoped he would leave soon. Despite her feeling so lonely on the ship, and lonely as a person, so deslote, she felt a little uncomfortable with him standing there.

“Boyfriend?” he asked, and she felt a little sad for him. Not ever having somebody to be with, nobody to share with, laugh with, love with. All he had were his race, as there was some hostility towards the Saiya-jins from other races, and one of them was thinking of betrayal. His life just seemed so sad, he had been trained to kill whereas Goku, Yamcha, Krillin…had all been trained to fight and that's all. He must have had to grow up so fast, and his chances of ever knowing love were miniscule. Even knowing any affection.

“I'm sorry” she whispered, feeling like had rubbed the knowledge of him never having anyone in his face.

“Vegeta?” she asked, and he looked at her, it was the most raw and adult emotional conversation she had ever had, and so much more than just a broken heart seemed at stake. “Do you ever get lonely?”

He said nothing, but that spoke volumes to her, so she stood up and became face to face with him, as was the nature of her tiny cell…room…

She took the face of the lonely Saiya-jin in her own hands and kissed him. This kiss was different from before, it was not out of random passion or instinct, it was out of care and potential love.

At first he didn't - couldn't - respond, he just stood there, with Bulma pressing her lips against his own. He then remembered his hands, although he could barely feel them, and he put them her slender waist, he could feel the heat of her skin under the thin sheet, as if she were burning him, he slid his hands up her back and let them rest on her slightly damp hair. Bulma let out a soft moan and let her hands run down his face, neck, over his powerful shoulders and over his back. He suddenly pulled away from her, and looked at her intently, her eyes in pain and her mouth slightly ajar.

Neither said anything, and a few seconds later they were in each others arms again, letting their hands roam and their pulses beat. Bulma made a snap decision in her mind, of what bit was functioning. There was something about him that she felt drawn to, she knew that they came from different worlds, literally and figuratively, but on some basic level they shared a feeling. One of loneliness, and never being able to achieve what was expected by others and themselves. His loneliness flooded her soul, and she realised she couldn't survive another night alone, in the dark and cold, with an uncertain future and no hope to cling to. She wanted instead to cling to Vegeta, so when he pushed her onto the bed, she grabbed him and pulled him down with her. For somebody whom she had seen kill, fight and been ruthless, she was surprised by how gentle he was, and for somebody so inexperienced, he seemed to know what to do, but when she saw the primal lust in his eyes, she knew it was his instincts driving him, not knowledge. She fel something brush against her arm, and broke away momentarily to see what it was. His tail was carressing her arm, she smiled and thought how surreal yet right this all felt. Her sheet had miraculously stayed around her, but she thought instead she would undress him before herself. She heard him let out a small moan as she slid the odd spandex one piece over his chest, she sat up facing him as she slid it to his waist slowly. His eyes were closed, but his fingers gently stroked along her collarbone. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him down into another passionate kiss, in which she felt as if she could drink him in, taste his feelings. With him lying on top of her, his hands skimming her skin which made it tingle, she gently pulled the rest of his clothing off, his boots slipped to the floor and she excitedly ran her hands over his body, it was new and different, she couldn't wait to touch every inch of his skin. He let out what sounded more like a growl, but of pleasure not anger. His feelings must have matched hers because his hands grew more impatient and slid the sheet off from around her, for a few minuted they just lay against each other, feeding off the heat of their bodies and the heat of the moment. He looked into her eyes, for some kind of reassurance, to make sure he was doing it right, or that she was comfortable with it, she looked back, and just had time to nod before they became as one. Two people, from two completely separate walks of life, coming together in such a way, made it feel like fate had meant them to be there, in that tiny room, enclosed in their own world, a world where nothing existed apart from their passion and desperate cling to life. Bulma kept her eyes closed and concentrated on how to move, and how he was making her feel like a new person. Somehow, this was the passion she had been missing from the past. This intimacy wasn't a new experience for her, but this degree of it was. She opened her eyes a bit to reaffirm who was above her. Vegeta also had his eyes closed, but a small smile was evident on his parted mouth. Bulma's breathing became more rapid, and she had to control herself not to yell out, as that would alert the ship to their illicit and secret affair.

She was suddenly jolted by a sharp pain biting on her neck, she let her eyes slide across and saw Vegeta biting down on her neck, her mind flashed back to what Nappa had said when she first arrived on the ship. How that during the first mating session, the male marked the female as his own. She didn't dare return this to him, for she knew he would dislike this ownership of her over him. She felt the warm blood seep down her neck, but it didn't matter, she was in too much pleasure to care. She held her breath, at the crucial moment, and all she could here was Vegetas breathing and soft moaning. She let out her breath, and felt the ectasy pulse through her. They became two again, yet lay entwined as one. Half his body covered hers, his leg still thrown over her own, his head lying on the pillow next to her own. She turned her head to gage his expression, his eyes were closed and a look of peace was on his features. Bulma places her hand on his hair and gently stroked it, expecting it to be coarse and hard, but found it feathery.

They lay, thinking about what had just happened, the reality not really sinking in on either of them. His breathing became regulated and she realised he had fallen asleep, she preferred to lie awake and think about what had happened, she smirked and blushed as she relived it. She yawned, and gave a stretch before curling towards him and falling asleep in the company of someone. Her second to last thought was how glad she was now she wasn't alone. Her last thought was a wondering if she had fallen in love with a doomed Saiya-jin .

Less than an hour later she was awoken from her slumber, Vegeta was shifting about, and at first she thought he was dreaming, so clung to him to comfort him.

“Let go of me, onna” he growled, and she opened her eyes blearily, and looked at him confused. He was getting dressed and the look on his face from before, a look of care, gentle happiness had been replaced with his usual scowling look.

“Good morning” she said cheerfully. She propped up her head with her hand and looked at him with a smile.

“Whatever. Look, what we did was a mistake. Not going to happen again, shouldn't have happened then…and if you tell ANYONE about this, I will kill you. Clear?” he rasped angrily.

“Didn't you…enjoy yourself?” she asked, hurt, but his reaction was not totally unexpected to her. She knew he would return, he did before. `I'm addictive' she mused, thinking of Yamcha and now Vegeta.

He said nothing, instead he just gave her a look of contempt and stormed out the door. Bulma fell back to the pillow with a thump and stared at the ceiling, her fingers gently touching the healing wound on her neck