Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Passion Unrestrained ❯ Passion Unrestrained Chapter 4 - Struggle ( Chapter 4 )
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By: SolarityKi 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Martial Arts / Fantasy / Hentai | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 09.06.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 808 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Martial Arts / Fantasy / Hentai | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 09.06.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 808 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 4 – Impertinent Ideas
Vegeta snapped awake the next morning, and looked at his surroundings in confusion. He could feel something warm clinging to his side, and he looked down to see what it was. Seeing who it was made his stomach boil in disgust. What was he doing here in this woman's bedroom he thought to himself. Thinking hard he remembered last night with mixed feelings. He didn't know if he was more disgusted with himself, or her. Snarling contemptuously he pulled himself out of bed, and fought the urge to wake her up by blasting the bed with energy. Deciding he wasn't ready to hear her screeching voice he waited. He glared down at her feeling ambivalent.
On one hand he had to fight the urge, which confused him, to lay back down, take her into his arms, and repeat last night all over again. On the other hand, the one that was winning, he could feel cold hard rage building up inside of him for what he had done. Unable to face the decision to stay any longer, he decided he would help himself to her shower. Even though this was the first time he had ever been in her room, he could tell where it was by the scent of her shampoo. As he took a shower he couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment he had for himself. How could he, The Price of all Saiyans, have slept with a lowly serving wench? She was nothing, he had slept with nothing, he told himself, while inside, his animal instinct gloated mercilessly about having her. He let the hot water soak his molded, perfect body and began to scrub himself vigorously to get her smell off of him. What he did not realize was that he was just getting more of it on himself by using her special soaps and shampoo.
Pissed off at himself and very hungry, Vegeta stormed out of the shower and stood at the end of the bed glaring down at the blue haired enchantress. He had decided that since she received the one and only sample she would have of him, that he deserved a well cooked breakfast. He was planning on making her do it by hand. “Woman”, he growled impatiently, “Get up and cook me breakfast.”
Bulma slowly awoke to the sunlight in her face, and an intense feeling of being incredibly sore. She wasn't quiet sure what had woken her up, but she soon found out. She was hearing one of the last voices she had ever thought she would hear in the morning, and it was demanding breakfast from her like a spoiled child.
Groaning, she turned over pulling a pillow over her head, only to be yanked ruthlessly out of bed, by solid steel arms. “Look woman, get your fat ass up and make me some damn breakfast. I don't want to have to say it again.”, she heard Vegeta say. Squirming in fear and pain something inside of her finally broke and she got really pissed off. “If you want breakfast make it your fucking self!”, she roared, right back at him. “I am not your maid, and you need to get your filthy hands off of me monkey boy.”, she yelled, trying to win herself free of his grasp.
:: Is she mocking me:: he thought to himself, before loosening his grasp enough for her to get out of it. :: She is my woman and will do as I say:: his primal instincts insisted. “Look woman,” he had a chance to say, before she cut him off.
“MY NAME IS BULMA, B.U.L.M.A, you ignorant man, and maybe if you ask NICELY I'll make you some breakfast”, she growled at him, before he could continue any further into his tirade. ::She has a lot of spirit, but I will make her her obedient. She will heel to my hand, and my hand alone.:: he thought to himself. He started to channel a ball of ki in his hand, to help her get the hint about making breakfast and smirked saying, “Is this asking nicely enough for you woman?”
Seeing the ball of ki in his hand Bulma almost fainted. Quickly she apologized and ran down to the kitchen, just to get away from him. She started making breakfast, but was seething with anger on the inside. She would get him back for this if it was one of the last things she ever did, she swore to herself.
How she had even ended up with him in her bedroom was confusing in the first place. Trying to think of what happened last night she stopped dead, with a horrified look on her face. She finally fully remembered what had happened the night before. ::Oh great, now he thinks he owns me:: she thought furiously, breaking the dish she was washing into small shards. Cursing to herself she bent over to start cleaning up the shards, thinking of a way to get herself out of the mess called Vegeta.
She couldn't believe she had done something so stupid last night. Even though it had felt so right, she knew that she would live to regret ever having him in her bed. Why, oh why did he have to be her first? She shuddered just thinking about it, and started cracking eggs into the frying pan. She had made enough scrambled eggs, toast, muffins, and pancakes to feed almost a full hotel of people, when she heard him coming downstairs. Scared that he would threaten to blast her again, she started to put everything on a plate in front of the place that he usually sat in.
Bulma reflected, that she had gone from one bad relationship to another, if that was what you wanted to call what she had with Vegeta anyway. She knew it wouldn't be long until he became even more demanding that usual, and all because she had slept with him. Trying not to moan out loud in frustration, she beat her fist against the counter. She started to become increasingly angry with herself. She looked over at him with a frown and said, “Just because I had sex with you, does not mean you get to boss me around MR.! As far as I'm concerned that was a one time thing and will NEVER happen again.”
Vegeta snorted at her and started to laugh, “What makes you think I would ever let that happen again? No wonder Yamcha left you, if he had to put up with this all the time.” After saying that, he immediately regretted it, seeing the pain flare deep in her eyes. Disgruntled that he even cared that she was suffering, he quickly finished his meal and walked out, leaving her to clean up.
He walked to the Gravity Room looking for something new to take his anger out on, and decided to decimate another bot, pretending it was Yamcha. He might not like these strange emotions he was feeling, but he knew that one day soon he would have to make an example out of Yamcha. Fighting and killing Kakkarot was ,of course, his first goal, but he didn't see why he couldn't have a little fun torturing Yamcha before hand. Gloating silently to himself, he thought of all of the horrible things he could do to Yamcha, and the normal Vegeta smirk came back over his features.
Somewhere deep down Vegeta knew that he had to have Bulma to himself, even though he didn't like it. In fact the idea made him nauseated, but it stayed right there in the back of his mind. He could, with the smallest effort, remember the way she felt in his arms that night, and the way that her blue hair caressed his skin while he held her close. Closing his eyes he could feel all of the pent up need for her racing back to the very center of his thoughts. Cursing her, and himself, he realized he had been standing there staring at the kitchen window hoping to get a look at her.
Crushing the bot closest to him with one hand, he began to train at 300 times gravity, hoping to get his mind off of that infuriating woman. Disgusted with himself he trained harder than he ever had before, trying to wipe the thought of her from his mind.
Meanwhile, Bulma, lumbering under all of the dishes she was trying to put in the dish washer, silently cursed too. Her entire body was sore, and she was almost completely emotionally numb. Last night had been the biggest shock of her life. She couldn't believe what Yamcha had told her, and then the fact that he had left her there to rot, as if she had never meant anything to him. Looking down at her hands she realized they were shaking, in fact her whole body was shaking as her eyes welled up with tears. She could feel the dam about to break, and quickly ran up to her room before she fainted again. Making it to her bed, she saw something else that made her start to cry even harder. On her perfect white sheets were the remains of her maidenhood. Tearing off the sheets in a frenzy she pushed them down the laundry shoot, and had a bot make her bed. This time she had it make her bed with black sheets. Gone were the days that she was an innocent woman. She had reached out for the devil, and he had decided to take her.
The weight of everything lay heavy on her shoulders, and as she lay on her bed she started to weep. There was no one to comfort her and tell her everything would be okay, she was all alone. ::I deserve to be all alone.:: she thought to herself. ::I'm worthless, and I couldn't even get the man that I have loved since I was 16 to love me back. I am a fat stupid cow, and I don't deserve happiness. I wish I could just die and get it over with::. She thought all of these things, and the vision of Marron with her perfect body wrapped around Yamcha didn't help.
Suddenly she became furious with herself, and started throwing things against the walls in desperation, trying to get the thoughts out of her head. She really must have been losing her mind, because as she finished breaking the things in her room, she decided to go out to the Gravity Room. She wanted to ask Vegeta a question, and he damn well better answer it, or he wouldn't be getting any new toys to play with for a while.
Throwing open the door to the gravity room, Bulma stood there in shock, as she saw him devoid of his training shirt. His muscles were straining with intensity as he took down another bot. Cursing inwardly she was already calculating how long it would take her to fix it. As he finished his rigorous training exercise, he seemed to stiffen. It was as if he could feel her presence right behind him. Whirling around he caught her staring blankly at his hard chiseled body.
“What do you want Wom..” was all he managed to get out before she walked over to him and kissed him soundly on the lips. She had wanted to see if it felt like the night before. This was her question, and she hoped his body knew how to answer it. She had to make sure that it hadn't been just a dream. Even though she hated that he had been her first, she could feel a burning need for him, as he responded to her kiss, by twisting his hands in her hair, and giving as good as he got. Their tongues met, and a spark like molten lava rose up between them. Pushing them to take the kiss further, to the very depths of their own yearnings and beyond.
Breathless from their fiery encounter, she motioned him towards the visitors quarters that they had appointed him when he first decided to come and live at Capsule Corp., and he followed as if he was in some sort of deep trance.
Vegeta snapped awake the next morning, and looked at his surroundings in confusion. He could feel something warm clinging to his side, and he looked down to see what it was. Seeing who it was made his stomach boil in disgust. What was he doing here in this woman's bedroom he thought to himself. Thinking hard he remembered last night with mixed feelings. He didn't know if he was more disgusted with himself, or her. Snarling contemptuously he pulled himself out of bed, and fought the urge to wake her up by blasting the bed with energy. Deciding he wasn't ready to hear her screeching voice he waited. He glared down at her feeling ambivalent.
On one hand he had to fight the urge, which confused him, to lay back down, take her into his arms, and repeat last night all over again. On the other hand, the one that was winning, he could feel cold hard rage building up inside of him for what he had done. Unable to face the decision to stay any longer, he decided he would help himself to her shower. Even though this was the first time he had ever been in her room, he could tell where it was by the scent of her shampoo. As he took a shower he couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment he had for himself. How could he, The Price of all Saiyans, have slept with a lowly serving wench? She was nothing, he had slept with nothing, he told himself, while inside, his animal instinct gloated mercilessly about having her. He let the hot water soak his molded, perfect body and began to scrub himself vigorously to get her smell off of him. What he did not realize was that he was just getting more of it on himself by using her special soaps and shampoo.
Pissed off at himself and very hungry, Vegeta stormed out of the shower and stood at the end of the bed glaring down at the blue haired enchantress. He had decided that since she received the one and only sample she would have of him, that he deserved a well cooked breakfast. He was planning on making her do it by hand. “Woman”, he growled impatiently, “Get up and cook me breakfast.”
Bulma slowly awoke to the sunlight in her face, and an intense feeling of being incredibly sore. She wasn't quiet sure what had woken her up, but she soon found out. She was hearing one of the last voices she had ever thought she would hear in the morning, and it was demanding breakfast from her like a spoiled child.
Groaning, she turned over pulling a pillow over her head, only to be yanked ruthlessly out of bed, by solid steel arms. “Look woman, get your fat ass up and make me some damn breakfast. I don't want to have to say it again.”, she heard Vegeta say. Squirming in fear and pain something inside of her finally broke and she got really pissed off. “If you want breakfast make it your fucking self!”, she roared, right back at him. “I am not your maid, and you need to get your filthy hands off of me monkey boy.”, she yelled, trying to win herself free of his grasp.
:: Is she mocking me:: he thought to himself, before loosening his grasp enough for her to get out of it. :: She is my woman and will do as I say:: his primal instincts insisted. “Look woman,” he had a chance to say, before she cut him off.
“MY NAME IS BULMA, B.U.L.M.A, you ignorant man, and maybe if you ask NICELY I'll make you some breakfast”, she growled at him, before he could continue any further into his tirade. ::She has a lot of spirit, but I will make her her obedient. She will heel to my hand, and my hand alone.:: he thought to himself. He started to channel a ball of ki in his hand, to help her get the hint about making breakfast and smirked saying, “Is this asking nicely enough for you woman?”
Seeing the ball of ki in his hand Bulma almost fainted. Quickly she apologized and ran down to the kitchen, just to get away from him. She started making breakfast, but was seething with anger on the inside. She would get him back for this if it was one of the last things she ever did, she swore to herself.
How she had even ended up with him in her bedroom was confusing in the first place. Trying to think of what happened last night she stopped dead, with a horrified look on her face. She finally fully remembered what had happened the night before. ::Oh great, now he thinks he owns me:: she thought furiously, breaking the dish she was washing into small shards. Cursing to herself she bent over to start cleaning up the shards, thinking of a way to get herself out of the mess called Vegeta.
She couldn't believe she had done something so stupid last night. Even though it had felt so right, she knew that she would live to regret ever having him in her bed. Why, oh why did he have to be her first? She shuddered just thinking about it, and started cracking eggs into the frying pan. She had made enough scrambled eggs, toast, muffins, and pancakes to feed almost a full hotel of people, when she heard him coming downstairs. Scared that he would threaten to blast her again, she started to put everything on a plate in front of the place that he usually sat in.
Bulma reflected, that she had gone from one bad relationship to another, if that was what you wanted to call what she had with Vegeta anyway. She knew it wouldn't be long until he became even more demanding that usual, and all because she had slept with him. Trying not to moan out loud in frustration, she beat her fist against the counter. She started to become increasingly angry with herself. She looked over at him with a frown and said, “Just because I had sex with you, does not mean you get to boss me around MR.! As far as I'm concerned that was a one time thing and will NEVER happen again.”
Vegeta snorted at her and started to laugh, “What makes you think I would ever let that happen again? No wonder Yamcha left you, if he had to put up with this all the time.” After saying that, he immediately regretted it, seeing the pain flare deep in her eyes. Disgruntled that he even cared that she was suffering, he quickly finished his meal and walked out, leaving her to clean up.
He walked to the Gravity Room looking for something new to take his anger out on, and decided to decimate another bot, pretending it was Yamcha. He might not like these strange emotions he was feeling, but he knew that one day soon he would have to make an example out of Yamcha. Fighting and killing Kakkarot was ,of course, his first goal, but he didn't see why he couldn't have a little fun torturing Yamcha before hand. Gloating silently to himself, he thought of all of the horrible things he could do to Yamcha, and the normal Vegeta smirk came back over his features.
Somewhere deep down Vegeta knew that he had to have Bulma to himself, even though he didn't like it. In fact the idea made him nauseated, but it stayed right there in the back of his mind. He could, with the smallest effort, remember the way she felt in his arms that night, and the way that her blue hair caressed his skin while he held her close. Closing his eyes he could feel all of the pent up need for her racing back to the very center of his thoughts. Cursing her, and himself, he realized he had been standing there staring at the kitchen window hoping to get a look at her.
Crushing the bot closest to him with one hand, he began to train at 300 times gravity, hoping to get his mind off of that infuriating woman. Disgusted with himself he trained harder than he ever had before, trying to wipe the thought of her from his mind.
Meanwhile, Bulma, lumbering under all of the dishes she was trying to put in the dish washer, silently cursed too. Her entire body was sore, and she was almost completely emotionally numb. Last night had been the biggest shock of her life. She couldn't believe what Yamcha had told her, and then the fact that he had left her there to rot, as if she had never meant anything to him. Looking down at her hands she realized they were shaking, in fact her whole body was shaking as her eyes welled up with tears. She could feel the dam about to break, and quickly ran up to her room before she fainted again. Making it to her bed, she saw something else that made her start to cry even harder. On her perfect white sheets were the remains of her maidenhood. Tearing off the sheets in a frenzy she pushed them down the laundry shoot, and had a bot make her bed. This time she had it make her bed with black sheets. Gone were the days that she was an innocent woman. She had reached out for the devil, and he had decided to take her.
The weight of everything lay heavy on her shoulders, and as she lay on her bed she started to weep. There was no one to comfort her and tell her everything would be okay, she was all alone. ::I deserve to be all alone.:: she thought to herself. ::I'm worthless, and I couldn't even get the man that I have loved since I was 16 to love me back. I am a fat stupid cow, and I don't deserve happiness. I wish I could just die and get it over with::. She thought all of these things, and the vision of Marron with her perfect body wrapped around Yamcha didn't help.
Suddenly she became furious with herself, and started throwing things against the walls in desperation, trying to get the thoughts out of her head. She really must have been losing her mind, because as she finished breaking the things in her room, she decided to go out to the Gravity Room. She wanted to ask Vegeta a question, and he damn well better answer it, or he wouldn't be getting any new toys to play with for a while.
Throwing open the door to the gravity room, Bulma stood there in shock, as she saw him devoid of his training shirt. His muscles were straining with intensity as he took down another bot. Cursing inwardly she was already calculating how long it would take her to fix it. As he finished his rigorous training exercise, he seemed to stiffen. It was as if he could feel her presence right behind him. Whirling around he caught her staring blankly at his hard chiseled body.
“What do you want Wom..” was all he managed to get out before she walked over to him and kissed him soundly on the lips. She had wanted to see if it felt like the night before. This was her question, and she hoped his body knew how to answer it. She had to make sure that it hadn't been just a dream. Even though she hated that he had been her first, she could feel a burning need for him, as he responded to her kiss, by twisting his hands in her hair, and giving as good as he got. Their tongues met, and a spark like molten lava rose up between them. Pushing them to take the kiss further, to the very depths of their own yearnings and beyond.
Breathless from their fiery encounter, she motioned him towards the visitors quarters that they had appointed him when he first decided to come and live at Capsule Corp., and he followed as if he was in some sort of deep trance.