Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Pressure ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )
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Pressure - Chapter 3
Light crept slowly through the opening in the curtain gracefully spilling upon the sleeping form of Bulma.
Vegeta sat in awe as he watched the sun highlight her features. Even with the dry blood she still was as beautiful as ever.
He had done a lot of thinking during the night and had come to the terms that he felt something for this little woman.
Vegeta quietly got up and stretched. He had stayed true to his word and had watched her all night. He heard his stomach growling and decided it was safe enough to leave her side and find something to eat.
Opening her bedroom door he took one last look at her then made his way down the stairs, his stomach growling even louder.
Bulma felt as if her head was being split open over and over again. She kept her eyes closed, scared that if she did open them her head would fall in two.
Why was her head like this, and in a dream like state the events suddenly came back to her mind.
She remembered hitting her head. Then some one lifting her and taking her somewhere. Then attending to her injury. She immediately assumed it was Vegeta, who else would help her. He was the only one there.
Now it felt as if she was in her own bed. Sneaking a peak she quickly opened her one eye and sure enough she was in her room. Vegeta obviously had taken her to her room.
All this thinking made her head pound even more, so she opted for a safer route and closing her eyes she just lay there with her eyes shut.
After finishing a whole chicken, 10 sandwiches with ham and cheese on them and 2 litres of milk Vegeta was satisfied. Though he would have to eat again soon because that amount of food would only last him a few hours.
He made his way to the woman’s room again stopping outside with his hand on the door handle, he pondered on taking a shower or not. He decided he would and made his way to his bathroom.
Bulma was bored. She had been lying here with her eyes closed for what felt like an hour. Where was Vegeta? Surely he wouldn’t just leave her here, unattended.
She had tried to move after the pounding in her head subsided a bit. But when she did the pounding in her head had increased tenfold.
That little activity made her feel very tired, so to help with that and the boredom she fell back to sleep.
Vegeta had finished with his shower and had put on clean clothing. Now he was making his way back to Bulma’s room.
He turned the handle and opened the door silently. Once again he sat on the chair.
She had turned in her sleep and instead of her lying on her back she was now on her side facing him.
The blankets had fallen off and her T-shirt had ridden up a little. Giving Vegeta a perfect view of her stomach. She was so perfect.
Vegeta wondered what she felt for him, if the feeling of attraction was mutual. Was it attraction he felt for this little one. He dismissed the thought instantly. Why would she feel anything for him?
He turned his gaze towards her face, his eyes drooping ever so slowly closed. He wasn’t surprised a Saiyan did require a specific amount of sleep. Letting sleep befall him he slouched in his chair and shut his eyes fully.
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