Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Project: Vegeta ❯ V is for... Victory? ( Chapter 8 )
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By: Bulmaveg_Otaku 
Bulma finally cons Vegeta into taking a day off. Now she has to do her best to get him to relax.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.08.2008 | Updated On: 01.07.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 980 | Status: Completed
Bulma finally cons Vegeta into taking a day off. Now she has to do her best to get him to relax.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.08.2008 | Updated On: 01.07.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 980 | Status: Completed
A/N: I thought I’d get this one up and out of the way. Hope you enjoy it. It was majorly fun to write. Cheers!
Disclaimer: All I want for Christmas is Vegeta. Cause I don’t own him. Yet.
Chapter 8:
V is for... Victory?
After a few more days Bulma began to think Vegeta wasn’t going to fall for her little trick. She’d laid it on pretty thick, but that’s because subtlety wasn’t exactly the Saiyan’s strong suit. She made a point to stay out of his way and not bother him. Then, on the fourth day after her “conversation” with Goku she found Vegeta sitting the kitchen. It wouldn’t be weird in and of itself, but it was 9:30 in the morning. Vegeta usually had 4 or 5 hours of training under his belt by that time. And on top of that he was sipping coffee doing a sudoku puzzle. Bulma nearly fell on her face.
“Good morning, Vegeta” Bulma said, sure that maybe she was seeing things. She pretended to rub the sleep out of her eyes. When she moved her hands he was still there. He grunted quietly, but otherwise kept working on the puzzle. She poured herself a cup of coffee, adding sugar and cream the way she liked it and then sat across from him. “What are you doing, Vegeta?” She said as she yawned.
Vegeta stayed focused on his page. “I’m training.” He answered her simply.
“Really?” Bulma asked. “That doesn’t look like any kind of training I’ve ever seen...” she took a large swallow of her coffee savoring the feeling of it’s heat permeating her mouth and throat and stomach.
“That’s because you are a pitiable excuse for a sentient being.” Vegeta smirked, finally looking up. “Any true warrior knows when it’s time to rest his body and focus on his mind. By figuring out the order of these numbers in all these little squares it will help to sharpen my logic and reasoning skills, which will in turn make me a better strategist on and off the battle field. Plus, I find the challenge intriguing.”
“So... you’re giving the Simulator a rest today, I take it?” She kept her tone light and continued sipping coffee.
“Yes, not that that is any of your business.” he continued to work the puzzle. Bulma was surprised to see the swiftness with which he was moving through it.
“Well, good.” Bulma said swirling the contents of her mug. “It’s about time you decided to take a break. You put your body through way too much, I think.”
“I know this may come as a shock to you, Woman, but I don’t actually care what you think.” He was working on the last box of 9.
“Right, how could I forget,” Bulma rolled her eyes, but inside she was smirking right back at him. When Vegeta finished that puzzle he set the book he’d been doing it out of on the table and leaned back to stretch. Bulma noticed a couple of things. Instead of his usual training uniform, Vegeta was wearing black athletic pants with white racer strips on both sides and a white tank top. And when he pulled his arms back straight over his head like that all of his muscles seemed to bulge in all the right places in his chest and stomach. She shook her head, wondering where that thought had come from, and where he’d gotten the clothes. Then she noticed the title on the book.
‘Worlds Hardest Sudoku Ever!’ It proclaimed. Bulma raised an eyebrow.
“Wow, Vegeta, that’s some pretty intense stuff.” She was curious to see if his answers were correct. “Mind if I check it out?” She asked as though she didn’t care if he did or not.
“Be my quest,” Vegeta smirked and drained his coffee in one long draft. Bulma pulled the puzzle book around to her side of the table and flipped to the page Vegeta had just finished. Checking the answer page she flipped back to the key, checking his answers. She was amazed to discover they were all correct.
“No way!” she gapped in shock. “You must have cheated!” she shut her mouth realizing what she’d said as soon as the words were out of her mouth.
Vegeta glared at her. “The Prince of all Saiyans does not cheat!” He snarled. “Any Saiyan child could do these by his 6th year. They are simplistic mathematical logistics. Just because that idiot Kakarrot couldn’t tie his shoes if he didn’t have that jaunty little poem to help him, doesn’t mean all Saiyans are intellectual morons.”
Bulma was a little stunned. She’d never really stopped to consider Vegeta’s intelligence. He was a warrior. Someone who’s main focus was fighting and being the strongest. The fact that he might also be relatively intelligent forced her to see him in a whole new light. And it was in that second that she saw Vegeta for the first time. Really saw him. Not as project. Not as a pain the ass, or as a challenge to be met. But as a real person. With thoughts, and needs and emotions. Goals and desires. A mind that could reason, and plot and deduce. A mind that was similar to her own. Suddenly she knew she must be more careful around him. And suddenly she wanted to be around him more.
Bulma frowned and shook her head. Again with these thoughts. Apparently it had been too long since she’d been with anyone, in any sense of the word. She wondered if she should continue with the next stage of her plan, or if it were too risky now.
Vegeta watched in amusement as the woman’s thoughts played across her face. Surprise, understanding, caution and then, something else. It was only there for a second before her face went completely blank. He could have sworn it was..., no. He told himself he’d just been seeing things.
Bulma placed the book back down on the table and stood to refill her coffee. Again she added sugar and cream and then sat back down. “I have to say, I’m impressed Vegeta. I never really thought of you as the brainy type.”
“That’s because you assumed we were all mindless fighters like that scum you call a friend.” Vegeta scoffed and finished his coffee.
“I guess you’re right. That wasn’t fair of me and I’m sorry. You’re much, much more intelligent then Goku will ever be. Goku wouldn’t even know where to start on a beginning sudoku,” She smiled at the truth of those words.
“He couldn’t even spell sudoku,” Vegeta laughed cruelly. His cup empty, he walked to the sink and placed it inside. Just as he was turning to leave, Bulma finally she decided that there was no reason not to proceed as planned.
“You know,” she said, turning in her seat to face him. “If you’re really serious about this day off thing... I’ve been taking this class on Massage Therapy. A friend told me that it’s really great for healing sore and tired muscles. If you want I could... try it out on you. I need the practice anyway.” She sipped her coffee, pretending as if she didn’t care whether he said yes or no.
Vegeta watched her like a hawk. “A friend told you, huh? That “friend” wouldn’t happen to be Kakarrot, would it?” he waited tensely. It was a test. Would she be honest with him? He could never respect anyone who was weak enough to hide behind lies.
Bulma narrowed her eyes. “Well, yes, actually it was. But what that doesn’t mean...”
Vegeta grunted. “Very well. I have heard of this “Massage” therapy and I admit, I’ve been curious about it’s application and benefits.” He sounded very haughty and know-it-all. “You will perform this “Massage” on me in three hours time. I am busy now, but I suppose I could fit it in later.” He made it sound like a command. One that was totally his idea. Just like she’d hopped he would.
“Okay then. Shall we say one o’clock? I wouldn’t want to deprive you of your lunch time.” She sounded only slightly sarcastic.
“Yes, one o’clock.” he said and then left.
At one on the dot Vegeta found Bulma in his room. She had set up a strange looking table covered with sheets like a bed. She was dressed in short khaki shorts and a white polo shirt. She had a black belt with a strange pocket hanging off the back.
“Come on in, Vegeta.” She smiled at him and motioned him in. “I thought this would be the most comfortable place for you.” She folded the top sheet down slightly on the table. “I’m going to step out so you can get undressed and then you should get under the sheet and lay face down, okay?” She started to leave, but he grabbed her arm and stopped her.
“What do you mean, undressed?” he looked at her suspiciously. “This “Massage” is not performed with clothing on?” he was starting to wonder what he’d gotten himself into.
Bulma looked at him questioningly. “Well, I suppose you could leave your clothes on, but you aren’t going to get a very good massage, that way. Besides,” she held up a little bottle with a squirt top, “You don’t want to get oil on your new clothes, do you?” She turned back and pulled his hand from her arm. “Look, Vegeta, this will be a very pleasant experience. I got a massage just last week and it feels amazing, and it’s good for you. I highly recommend you take off your clothes for this. You’re going to be under the sheet anyway.” Bulma was a little nervous. She’d only had a few classes in the last few weeks and none of them had covered what to do if they didn’t want to take off their clothes.
“Fine, but this better be worth it,” Vegeta growled. Bulma nodded and left the room. Vegeta hesitated only briefly before pulling off his clothes and climbing under the sheet. He didn’t have to wait too long before Bulma re-entered the room with a knock.
“Okay then, most massages are an hour, but, well... I have a feeling you might take a little longer seeing as how your so... muscular and whatnot and you’ve never had a massage before so...” she was rambling a little. She cringed at how nervous she sounded.
“You will simply keep working until I tell you to stop,” Vegeta ordered and then turned his head and laid on the table, not sure what to expect.
“Here, you’re supposed to put your face in this,” Bulma said and pointed to a donut looking extension jutting out the top of the table. Vegeta glared at her, feeling uncomfortable again, but complied. “Okay, great. Just let me know if I go to deep and hurt you, or anything like that.”
“As if you could hurt me,” Vegeta laughed mockingly but his voice was muffled by the face donut.
Bulma started by folding the sheet down, exposing Vegeta’s back down to just below where his tail used to be. Applying oil she began to make long flowing strokes from the top of his back, down to his waist and then back up to his shoulders and neck. Once his skin was nice and lubricated she started at his neck. She could feel the thick cords of muscle under her fingers. The tension in them was unbelievable. She tried squeezing them with her fingers, rubbing up and down and from side to side with her thumbs. Then she tried pressing into them deeply with her palms. Using her hands, arms and elbows she continued working down to the top of his shoulders and then massaged his back between his shoulder blades.
At first there didn’t seem to be any kind of response and she worried she wasn’t doing it right. And then, as she started doing long deep strokes with her elbow and forearm starting from the top of his shoulders over his ribs and down to his lower back, Vegeta slowly started to relax. Feeling some encouragement, she worked his deltoid and rhomboid muscles, his intercostal and erectors with a new found fervor. Her knowledge of massage strokes was pretty basic, but she just let her hands guide her, feeling for the muscles under his skin and giving them what she felt they needed. It wasn’t like she could miss any of them. His body was like an over exaggerated anatomy dummy. With skin. And of course she'd aced Anat. and Pys. I, II, and III, which helped. The differences in Saiyan and Human anatomy where mostly structural based. Most of the components were the same, with one major exception.
A funny thing happened when she got to his low back. When her hands moved over the spot of raised, smooth scar tissue that indicated where his tail used to be Vegeta’s whole body jerked.
“Careful, Woman! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” he demanded , turning to give her a dirty look.
“Sorry, Vegeta, I didn’t know that would happen. I guess I should avoid that spot, huh?” she shrugged.
Vegeta considered it before laying back down. “Just warn me next time. And go easy.”
Bulma barely stifled a laugh. She’d barely touched him. ‘Guess he’s pretty sensitive there,’ she thought. She put a hand on his ribs and started moving it down slowly. “Okay, I’m going to try that again,” she whispered and heard him grunt a reply. Using a light touch she moved slowly over the top of the spot. This time Vegeta barely flinched. Working slowly and smoothly she worked on his low back. Each time she went over that spot he twitched less and less until she was working freely without any reaction. Until he started purring. She felt the vibrations under her hands before she actually heard it, but after a few seconds the quite deep rumbling coming from his chest was filling the room. Bulma froze.
After a second of her not doing anything Vegeta realized why she’d stopped. He ceased purring instantly. The room filled with a tense, awkward silence.
“You will NOT tell anyone that happened, or I WILL kill you, do you understand,” he growled, angry at himself for slipping up so badly. It was unsettling how good the Woman’s hands were making him feel. And unsettling how much he didn’t want her to stop.
“O..of course, Vegeta,” she stuttered. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” She went back to work, finishing his back quickly, and moving onto his legs. She worked his calves, hamstrings and glutes. Left leg, then the right. She fought to keep her thoughts professional as she worked the tough thick muscles of his gluteus maximus and then through it to medius, minimus and into his deeper hip rotator muscles. After she finished his legs she unfolded the sheet from around his right leg and covered him completely. “Okay, Vegeta, roll over please, and slide down.”
Vegeta responded slowly, rolling onto his back and sliding down onto the table. He was so relaxed he felt sluggish and had trouble moving smoothly. Once he was situated on his back he felt himself sink back into the table. It’s padded surface was somehow self heating. And the Woman’s hands... the seemed to be pulling out the tension in his body like a physical toxin.
Bulma next worked the front of his legs, anterior tibialis and then his knees and quads. Both legs and then on to his arms. By the time she got to his hands her own hands were starting to cramp. Still she pressed on, using her knuckles to work into the deeper muscles of his hands. After his hands and arms were done she moved onto his chest. She worked his pecs, avoiding the sanative skin of his nipples. Next she returned to his neck again, only this time she used the weight of his head to make long strokes up the back of his vertebrae to his skull. She was surprised by the texture of his hair. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt before. Soft but course at the same time. She worked her fingers into the tiny muscles at the base of his skull where his head and neck met. After she’d gotten his head to the point that she could move it around without any resistance what so ever she massaged his head, working her fingers through his incredible hair to the muscles underneath his scalp.
Last, but not least, she moved to his feet. She worked his heels and his arches. Moving the bones in his feet back and forth, loosening the muscles and tissue and releasing even more tension in his body. As she worked, rubbing circles into his feet with her thumbs, she happened to glance up and witnessed a miracle. Vegeta’s face had relaxed, but the corners of his mouth had turned up, just slightly enough, to form a soft, yet peaceful smile.
Bulma managed to keep working without pause which was another small miracle. She finished his feet and then stepped up next to the side of his table. “Vegeta,” she whispered. “I’m done.” There was no response. “Vegeta.” She put her hand on his shoulder and shook him lightly. “Wake up, Vegeta...” she paused, removed her hand and stepped back. Vegeta was out. Softly he began to snore. She turned out the lights and closed the door quietly behind her.
(Not what you expected? Just wait. Fun ahead. And you should all go get a massage. They’re good for you.)
Disclaimer: All I want for Christmas is Vegeta. Cause I don’t own him. Yet.
Chapter 8:
V is for... Victory?
After a few more days Bulma began to think Vegeta wasn’t going to fall for her little trick. She’d laid it on pretty thick, but that’s because subtlety wasn’t exactly the Saiyan’s strong suit. She made a point to stay out of his way and not bother him. Then, on the fourth day after her “conversation” with Goku she found Vegeta sitting the kitchen. It wouldn’t be weird in and of itself, but it was 9:30 in the morning. Vegeta usually had 4 or 5 hours of training under his belt by that time. And on top of that he was sipping coffee doing a sudoku puzzle. Bulma nearly fell on her face.
“Good morning, Vegeta” Bulma said, sure that maybe she was seeing things. She pretended to rub the sleep out of her eyes. When she moved her hands he was still there. He grunted quietly, but otherwise kept working on the puzzle. She poured herself a cup of coffee, adding sugar and cream the way she liked it and then sat across from him. “What are you doing, Vegeta?” She said as she yawned.
Vegeta stayed focused on his page. “I’m training.” He answered her simply.
“Really?” Bulma asked. “That doesn’t look like any kind of training I’ve ever seen...” she took a large swallow of her coffee savoring the feeling of it’s heat permeating her mouth and throat and stomach.
“That’s because you are a pitiable excuse for a sentient being.” Vegeta smirked, finally looking up. “Any true warrior knows when it’s time to rest his body and focus on his mind. By figuring out the order of these numbers in all these little squares it will help to sharpen my logic and reasoning skills, which will in turn make me a better strategist on and off the battle field. Plus, I find the challenge intriguing.”
“So... you’re giving the Simulator a rest today, I take it?” She kept her tone light and continued sipping coffee.
“Yes, not that that is any of your business.” he continued to work the puzzle. Bulma was surprised to see the swiftness with which he was moving through it.
“Well, good.” Bulma said swirling the contents of her mug. “It’s about time you decided to take a break. You put your body through way too much, I think.”
“I know this may come as a shock to you, Woman, but I don’t actually care what you think.” He was working on the last box of 9.
“Right, how could I forget,” Bulma rolled her eyes, but inside she was smirking right back at him. When Vegeta finished that puzzle he set the book he’d been doing it out of on the table and leaned back to stretch. Bulma noticed a couple of things. Instead of his usual training uniform, Vegeta was wearing black athletic pants with white racer strips on both sides and a white tank top. And when he pulled his arms back straight over his head like that all of his muscles seemed to bulge in all the right places in his chest and stomach. She shook her head, wondering where that thought had come from, and where he’d gotten the clothes. Then she noticed the title on the book.
‘Worlds Hardest Sudoku Ever!’ It proclaimed. Bulma raised an eyebrow.
“Wow, Vegeta, that’s some pretty intense stuff.” She was curious to see if his answers were correct. “Mind if I check it out?” She asked as though she didn’t care if he did or not.
“Be my quest,” Vegeta smirked and drained his coffee in one long draft. Bulma pulled the puzzle book around to her side of the table and flipped to the page Vegeta had just finished. Checking the answer page she flipped back to the key, checking his answers. She was amazed to discover they were all correct.
“No way!” she gapped in shock. “You must have cheated!” she shut her mouth realizing what she’d said as soon as the words were out of her mouth.
Vegeta glared at her. “The Prince of all Saiyans does not cheat!” He snarled. “Any Saiyan child could do these by his 6th year. They are simplistic mathematical logistics. Just because that idiot Kakarrot couldn’t tie his shoes if he didn’t have that jaunty little poem to help him, doesn’t mean all Saiyans are intellectual morons.”
Bulma was a little stunned. She’d never really stopped to consider Vegeta’s intelligence. He was a warrior. Someone who’s main focus was fighting and being the strongest. The fact that he might also be relatively intelligent forced her to see him in a whole new light. And it was in that second that she saw Vegeta for the first time. Really saw him. Not as project. Not as a pain the ass, or as a challenge to be met. But as a real person. With thoughts, and needs and emotions. Goals and desires. A mind that could reason, and plot and deduce. A mind that was similar to her own. Suddenly she knew she must be more careful around him. And suddenly she wanted to be around him more.
Bulma frowned and shook her head. Again with these thoughts. Apparently it had been too long since she’d been with anyone, in any sense of the word. She wondered if she should continue with the next stage of her plan, or if it were too risky now.
Vegeta watched in amusement as the woman’s thoughts played across her face. Surprise, understanding, caution and then, something else. It was only there for a second before her face went completely blank. He could have sworn it was..., no. He told himself he’d just been seeing things.
Bulma placed the book back down on the table and stood to refill her coffee. Again she added sugar and cream and then sat back down. “I have to say, I’m impressed Vegeta. I never really thought of you as the brainy type.”
“That’s because you assumed we were all mindless fighters like that scum you call a friend.” Vegeta scoffed and finished his coffee.
“I guess you’re right. That wasn’t fair of me and I’m sorry. You’re much, much more intelligent then Goku will ever be. Goku wouldn’t even know where to start on a beginning sudoku,” She smiled at the truth of those words.
“He couldn’t even spell sudoku,” Vegeta laughed cruelly. His cup empty, he walked to the sink and placed it inside. Just as he was turning to leave, Bulma finally she decided that there was no reason not to proceed as planned.
“You know,” she said, turning in her seat to face him. “If you’re really serious about this day off thing... I’ve been taking this class on Massage Therapy. A friend told me that it’s really great for healing sore and tired muscles. If you want I could... try it out on you. I need the practice anyway.” She sipped her coffee, pretending as if she didn’t care whether he said yes or no.
Vegeta watched her like a hawk. “A friend told you, huh? That “friend” wouldn’t happen to be Kakarrot, would it?” he waited tensely. It was a test. Would she be honest with him? He could never respect anyone who was weak enough to hide behind lies.
Bulma narrowed her eyes. “Well, yes, actually it was. But what that doesn’t mean...”
Vegeta grunted. “Very well. I have heard of this “Massage” therapy and I admit, I’ve been curious about it’s application and benefits.” He sounded very haughty and know-it-all. “You will perform this “Massage” on me in three hours time. I am busy now, but I suppose I could fit it in later.” He made it sound like a command. One that was totally his idea. Just like she’d hopped he would.
“Okay then. Shall we say one o’clock? I wouldn’t want to deprive you of your lunch time.” She sounded only slightly sarcastic.
“Yes, one o’clock.” he said and then left.
At one on the dot Vegeta found Bulma in his room. She had set up a strange looking table covered with sheets like a bed. She was dressed in short khaki shorts and a white polo shirt. She had a black belt with a strange pocket hanging off the back.
“Come on in, Vegeta.” She smiled at him and motioned him in. “I thought this would be the most comfortable place for you.” She folded the top sheet down slightly on the table. “I’m going to step out so you can get undressed and then you should get under the sheet and lay face down, okay?” She started to leave, but he grabbed her arm and stopped her.
“What do you mean, undressed?” he looked at her suspiciously. “This “Massage” is not performed with clothing on?” he was starting to wonder what he’d gotten himself into.
Bulma looked at him questioningly. “Well, I suppose you could leave your clothes on, but you aren’t going to get a very good massage, that way. Besides,” she held up a little bottle with a squirt top, “You don’t want to get oil on your new clothes, do you?” She turned back and pulled his hand from her arm. “Look, Vegeta, this will be a very pleasant experience. I got a massage just last week and it feels amazing, and it’s good for you. I highly recommend you take off your clothes for this. You’re going to be under the sheet anyway.” Bulma was a little nervous. She’d only had a few classes in the last few weeks and none of them had covered what to do if they didn’t want to take off their clothes.
“Fine, but this better be worth it,” Vegeta growled. Bulma nodded and left the room. Vegeta hesitated only briefly before pulling off his clothes and climbing under the sheet. He didn’t have to wait too long before Bulma re-entered the room with a knock.
“Okay then, most massages are an hour, but, well... I have a feeling you might take a little longer seeing as how your so... muscular and whatnot and you’ve never had a massage before so...” she was rambling a little. She cringed at how nervous she sounded.
“You will simply keep working until I tell you to stop,” Vegeta ordered and then turned his head and laid on the table, not sure what to expect.
“Here, you’re supposed to put your face in this,” Bulma said and pointed to a donut looking extension jutting out the top of the table. Vegeta glared at her, feeling uncomfortable again, but complied. “Okay, great. Just let me know if I go to deep and hurt you, or anything like that.”
“As if you could hurt me,” Vegeta laughed mockingly but his voice was muffled by the face donut.
Bulma started by folding the sheet down, exposing Vegeta’s back down to just below where his tail used to be. Applying oil she began to make long flowing strokes from the top of his back, down to his waist and then back up to his shoulders and neck. Once his skin was nice and lubricated she started at his neck. She could feel the thick cords of muscle under her fingers. The tension in them was unbelievable. She tried squeezing them with her fingers, rubbing up and down and from side to side with her thumbs. Then she tried pressing into them deeply with her palms. Using her hands, arms and elbows she continued working down to the top of his shoulders and then massaged his back between his shoulder blades.
At first there didn’t seem to be any kind of response and she worried she wasn’t doing it right. And then, as she started doing long deep strokes with her elbow and forearm starting from the top of his shoulders over his ribs and down to his lower back, Vegeta slowly started to relax. Feeling some encouragement, she worked his deltoid and rhomboid muscles, his intercostal and erectors with a new found fervor. Her knowledge of massage strokes was pretty basic, but she just let her hands guide her, feeling for the muscles under his skin and giving them what she felt they needed. It wasn’t like she could miss any of them. His body was like an over exaggerated anatomy dummy. With skin. And of course she'd aced Anat. and Pys. I, II, and III, which helped. The differences in Saiyan and Human anatomy where mostly structural based. Most of the components were the same, with one major exception.
A funny thing happened when she got to his low back. When her hands moved over the spot of raised, smooth scar tissue that indicated where his tail used to be Vegeta’s whole body jerked.
“Careful, Woman! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” he demanded , turning to give her a dirty look.
“Sorry, Vegeta, I didn’t know that would happen. I guess I should avoid that spot, huh?” she shrugged.
Vegeta considered it before laying back down. “Just warn me next time. And go easy.”
Bulma barely stifled a laugh. She’d barely touched him. ‘Guess he’s pretty sensitive there,’ she thought. She put a hand on his ribs and started moving it down slowly. “Okay, I’m going to try that again,” she whispered and heard him grunt a reply. Using a light touch she moved slowly over the top of the spot. This time Vegeta barely flinched. Working slowly and smoothly she worked on his low back. Each time she went over that spot he twitched less and less until she was working freely without any reaction. Until he started purring. She felt the vibrations under her hands before she actually heard it, but after a few seconds the quite deep rumbling coming from his chest was filling the room. Bulma froze.
After a second of her not doing anything Vegeta realized why she’d stopped. He ceased purring instantly. The room filled with a tense, awkward silence.
“You will NOT tell anyone that happened, or I WILL kill you, do you understand,” he growled, angry at himself for slipping up so badly. It was unsettling how good the Woman’s hands were making him feel. And unsettling how much he didn’t want her to stop.
“O..of course, Vegeta,” she stuttered. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” She went back to work, finishing his back quickly, and moving onto his legs. She worked his calves, hamstrings and glutes. Left leg, then the right. She fought to keep her thoughts professional as she worked the tough thick muscles of his gluteus maximus and then through it to medius, minimus and into his deeper hip rotator muscles. After she finished his legs she unfolded the sheet from around his right leg and covered him completely. “Okay, Vegeta, roll over please, and slide down.”
Vegeta responded slowly, rolling onto his back and sliding down onto the table. He was so relaxed he felt sluggish and had trouble moving smoothly. Once he was situated on his back he felt himself sink back into the table. It’s padded surface was somehow self heating. And the Woman’s hands... the seemed to be pulling out the tension in his body like a physical toxin.
Bulma next worked the front of his legs, anterior tibialis and then his knees and quads. Both legs and then on to his arms. By the time she got to his hands her own hands were starting to cramp. Still she pressed on, using her knuckles to work into the deeper muscles of his hands. After his hands and arms were done she moved onto his chest. She worked his pecs, avoiding the sanative skin of his nipples. Next she returned to his neck again, only this time she used the weight of his head to make long strokes up the back of his vertebrae to his skull. She was surprised by the texture of his hair. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt before. Soft but course at the same time. She worked her fingers into the tiny muscles at the base of his skull where his head and neck met. After she’d gotten his head to the point that she could move it around without any resistance what so ever she massaged his head, working her fingers through his incredible hair to the muscles underneath his scalp.
Last, but not least, she moved to his feet. She worked his heels and his arches. Moving the bones in his feet back and forth, loosening the muscles and tissue and releasing even more tension in his body. As she worked, rubbing circles into his feet with her thumbs, she happened to glance up and witnessed a miracle. Vegeta’s face had relaxed, but the corners of his mouth had turned up, just slightly enough, to form a soft, yet peaceful smile.
Bulma managed to keep working without pause which was another small miracle. She finished his feet and then stepped up next to the side of his table. “Vegeta,” she whispered. “I’m done.” There was no response. “Vegeta.” She put her hand on his shoulder and shook him lightly. “Wake up, Vegeta...” she paused, removed her hand and stepped back. Vegeta was out. Softly he began to snore. She turned out the lights and closed the door quietly behind her.
(Not what you expected? Just wait. Fun ahead. And you should all go get a massage. They’re good for you.)