Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Pseudo Ferocity ❯ Kiss ( Chapter 13 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any of the character appearing in the manga or television show. Nor am I making any profit off of this story.

 

Author's Notes: Hey all, sorry it's so late again; I'm sure you guys must be sick of waiting all the time. But good news! Stuff actually happens in this chapter, so hopefully that'll make up for it.

 

To JAXINDUDE22: Okay, first thing I have to say is dude, why'd you bother reading the first 12 chapters before flaming? I mean really, judging by your review, I'm betting you didn't like it from the start! Second thing I have to say is please, for the love of God, start paying attention in English class. Other than that, have a nice day.

 

*Special thanks go out to the beta team, Kat8125, Bulma Peacecraft, and Silver Sun!*

 

13: Kiss

 

The café was small and cozy, and several tables had been pulled together to join with a tiny cushioned booth in order to accommodate the whole modeling troupe and guests, such as Bulma and Caleb, whose parents had decided to go home early, on account of his mother's 'sudden' migraine. This was her way of covertly voicing her disapproval of her son's choice of friends. If she had her way, he would be sipping brandy in an overstuffed chair by a roaring hearth at the country club, a knit pastel sweater tied jauntily over his shoulders. Not less than ten feet away, she would be discussing baby names with her very pregnant daughter in law, while her other grandchildren played at their feet.

 

But that was not to be. Instead, Mrs. VanDios was sitting at home with her pretend migraine, pouting, while her son was having the time of his life, sandwiched in the small booth between Bruce and Bulma, with his arms draped over their shoulders. "Ahh, my two B's…" he laughed, a little tipsy with excitement and good wine. His fingers brushed Vegeta's hard shoulder, and he chuckled again. "Oh, and I can't forget my V!" On the other side of the Saiyan, Eikre snorted, highly amused. It was rare that Caleb even spoke, and here he was, having a jolly good time.

 

"Don't touch me." Vegeta grumped, leaning away from Caleb's dancing fingers, and at the same time, away from Bulma, who he was squished up against in the small both. It was not his intention to move away from her, but his nerves were a little on edge. After all, there he was, squished against the woman that he had been having highly erotic dreams about, right after a silly, embarrassing fashion show, where he had smiled, flirted, and even winked at her without even realizing he was doing it. Gods of Vegetasei, what a position he was in.

 

Hearing a tiny sigh, Vegeta's glance shot toward Bruce, who was gazing covertly at Caleb, a slight blush on his cheeks. Bruce had been drinking only non-alcoholic beverages, so it was not a drunken flush. Vegeta smirked a little, sensing the humor in the situation. The two of them were completely, totally, crazy for each other…but neither of them could ever admit it to the other. Caleb, with all his fear about coming out, and Bruce, of course, could not admit to his 'straight' friend that he was in love with him! Oh, it was deliciously funny to the Saiyan, who elbowed Bulma in the ribs.

 

"Ouch, why'd you-"

 

"Shh," he cut her off, "look." He gestured toward Bruce, trying not to draw any attention from the rest of the group. He watched as her eyes widened, and she turned toward him, slack jawed.

 

"Vegeta," she hissed, inching closer to whisper in his ear. "You know what this means, don't you? We have to get them together somehow!"

 

"Oooh, look who's getting frisky in the corner booth!" Christian's voice rang out, his finger pointing at Bulma and Vegeta. "Whispering sweet-nothings to each other. I bet you two are just itching to get out of here and into somebody's bed!" He cackled at Vegeta's shocked expression, glad for the opportunity to embarrass the new star.

 

"What's the matter pretty boy?" Bulma purred, pressing closer to the Saiyan, her fingers stroking a path up and down his chest. "Jealous?" Her tongue darted out to wet her lips in a very obvious maneuver, before her mouth found his ear again. "Just go with it, okay? Just follow my lead." She whispered, before nipping the sensitive lobe.

 

Vegeta, never one to suffer through public humiliation, reacted quickly, surprising everyone at the table as one hand boldly encircled Bulma's trim waist, pulling her closer, while the other ran slowly up and down her creamy thigh, exposed by the short dress she wore. He bent down over her, gently nuzzling her neck as he plucked Caleb's arm up off her shoulder, tossing it away. His gaze stayed trained on Christian, challenging the gawking man with his ebony eyes, as he nipped her neck ever so gently. It was something he had seen on 'Nights of Fire,' one of the late night porno movies they showed on his television. Bulma gasped, a sharp little intake of breath, and he felt her shiver against him. A soft moan escaped her lips as her fingers tightened around the fabric of his shirt, the other hand grasping his wrist, coaxing his warm hand further up her thigh.

 

"Alright, alright! Cut it out you two! You're making the rest of us jealous!" Eikre shouted, snapping the two apart. Vegeta scowled and let out a hostile little growl, but pulled away and sat back in his seat. He was almost glad for the intrusion though, as the closer his hand got to the hem of her dress, the more nervous he became. He was sure she would have noticed the slight shaking of his hand as it slid up her creamy thigh, but Bulma, however, didn't say a thing as she snuggled under his arm, smiling sweetly over at Christian.

 

 

"Oh man, Vegeta, did you see his face?" Bulma crowed sliding into the backseat of Caleb's car. "It was priceless! He was all like 'huh' and we're just all like 'oh yeah' and oh my god! That was hilarious!"

 

"Bulma B's getting the midnight giggles again!" Caleb chuckled from the front passenger seat, where he was strapped in, still slightly tipsy. They had tried to make him ride in back, for safety's sake, but he had stubbornly insisted on riding up front with 'Brucey,' who had been unable to refuse. "Never fails! Any time she's even remotely happy at midnight, she gets all giggly and ditsy."

 

"I do not! At least I'm not drunk!" she shrieked back, punching him lightly in the shoulder from behind.

 

"I'm not drunk, my dear, just a wee bit sotted."

 

"Look at that," Bruce snorted, "He's even eloquent when he's smashed." The Jaguar started with a rumble as Bruce guided the expensive car out of the parking lot.

 

"Careful with my car, I love him almost as much as I love you, Brucey." Caleb giggled, leaning back in the seat, one hand reaching over to the designer's shoulder. He laughed again, drunkenly, and Bulma watched the rearview mirror as Bruce's face soured.

 

"You shouldn't say things like that when you're drunk." Came the snapped reply. "I should ram this car into that wall over there, just to teach you a lesson."

 

"Hey," Bulma piped up from the back seat, trying to distract the tight-lipped Bruce from his irritation. "Forget about dropping me off at home, okay? I want to see Vegeta's apartment, and then I'll just crash on Cay's couch. Besides, someone should be around to look after him and to make sure he doesn't drown in a pool of his own vomit or something."

 

"I am not nearly drunk enough to throw up…but you're welcome to sleep over if you like. Just don't eat all of my good cereal in the morning."

 

 

Arriving back at the apartment, Bruce volunteered to sit with Caleb while Bulma checked out Vegeta's new apartment. "You know, woman, he really doesn't need to be watched. He's not nearly drunk enough to hurt himself." Vegeta muttered, unlocking his door and stepping inside.

 

"I know," Bulma smiled, following him and shutting the door behind herself, "I just wanted an excuse to spend more time with you." She watched as he shrugged out of his jacket, tossing it onto the expensive leather couch. He didn't say a word, just looked at her a little strangely, almost nervously, before trudging off to the kitchen to grab a drink. "Get me something too, will you?" she asked, following him. He tossed her a juice-box, grabbing two for himself. "Pineapple Punch." She read the label, suppressing a giggle.

 

"Shut up. Tastes good." The Saiyan grunted, plopping down on his couch. Again, she followed him, curling her legs up on the couch.

 

"I still can't believe you're a model." Bulma laughed softly after a moment. "I mean, I can picture you as a lot of things, but I never figured you'd go for modeling."

 

"I've done a lot of things in my life out of necessity rather than enjoyment." Vegeta looked away, his eyes focussed on a spot on the wall as he forced disturbing images from his mind. He continued speaking after a moment, his voice taking on a lighter tone. "Besides, it could be worse. The job is easy, it pays well, and it still gives me a lot of spare time to train in."

 

"Truthfully, I figured you probably would have just blown a few people up, maybe stolen their money. I wasn't quite sure you'd know what to do about finding a job."

 

"A life of petty crime is not for the Saiyan no Ouji. And besides that, how could I possibly hope to fulfill this challenge you have set in such an underhanded manner?"

 

"Challenge?" Bulma asked, puzzled.

 

"Hn. I specifically remember you saying I would not be able to last in your pitiful little human society without my superior strength and power. I fully intend to prove you wrong."

 

"Vegeta, are you serious? I didn't mean it to be a challenge."

 

"It was one, nonetheless, and, little woman, a Saiyan never backs down from a challenge." He straightened himself, the regal bearing coming back, and Bulma could not help but to respect him, even as he sat in a sweater and jeans, sipping on a Pineapple Punch juice-box.

 

"Consider it revoked then."

 

"You can't just take back a challenge like that."

 

"I already told you, it's not -" She was cut off as Vegeta laid two fingers gently over her lips, stunning her into silence.

 

"Call it what you will, but the fact is that I have been reliant on your hospitality for too long. As such, my honor dictates that I am indebted to your family, which is a position I do not find myself enjoying. This is not only for you, but for me as well, because I do not intend to spend the rest of my life dependent on humans." His voice was calm and controlled, but Bulma could sense the underlying note of bitterness in his tone. Had things turned out differently, he would be commanding entire planets, possibly ruling the entire universe, and not subjected to the 'humiliation' of living on Earth and becoming dependent on her.

 

"Is that what everything boils down to Vegeta? The fact that I'm a human and you're a Saiyan?" She asked, dejectedly.

 

"Does the truth upset you?"

 

"Yes! Damn it Vegeta, all I want is for you to even consider that we aren't so bad!"

 

"Humans, as a general race, are weak, petty, pathetic creatures. That much I have seen in my short stay here." Vegeta snorted, though a twinkle of amusement sparkled in the onyx depths of his eyes. "But I will admit that some humans are far better than the general populous." That said, he stood, grabbing her arm and pulling her up off the couch as well.

 

"Wha?"

 

"You wanted to see the apartment, did you not?" He asked, desperate to forget the fact that he had practically just complimented her. "You've seen the living room and kitchen; the bathroom is down here," he led her down the hall, allowing her to peer into the neat, clean room. "Spare room," he pointed to a closed door, "and bedroom. That's it."

 

"Lucky you became a model instead of a tour guide." Bulma muttered, pushing her way into Vegeta's bedroom. "The whole point of a tour is to let people see where you live. Ooh, are these real silk?" She fingered the black sheets, shivering at the deliciously smooth feel of the silk against her skin. "This is way nicer than my bed." She pouted, crawling up and sprawling herself out across the mattress as Vegeta watched intently. She was still wearing the tiny little dress, but it had ridden up her thighs a great deal, and one strap had slipped down off her shoulder.

 

Bulma squeaked in surprise as Vegeta's face appeared above hers. She felt the mattress depress as he climbed up, kneeling beside her. She felt her breath catch as his gaze caught hers, boring into her with an intensity she had never felt before. Sitting up on her knees, she faced him, and was not surprised to find that her face was inching ever so slowly closer to his. Vegeta was not quite sure to do when he felt her soft lips touch his. All the porno movies in the world could not have prepared him for the actual thing, and he found himself nervous again, like he had been in the café, but even more so. This time, she wasn't putting on an act. She wasn't teasing or playing, and they were all alone in his room, on his bed, for Kami's sake!

 

He felt Bulma shift, sitting her body on his lap, her legs spread to straddle him. Her dress rode up to her hips, exposing a great deal of flesh, and he couldn't stop his hands from touching her, trailing from her knees, up her thighs to her hips. He had never kissed before, but was quickly getting the hang of it, his lips dancing with Bulma's, opening as her tongue slipped into his mouth. She ground her hips down against his and heard him groan, feeling his body stiffen beneath her.

 

Gasping for air, Vegeta felt his young body tighten and relax completely as he spilled himself into the limp body beneath him.

 

"Vegeta?" Bulma asked, confused as to why he had stopped responding to her kiss. He had gone still suddenly, and his breathing grew shallow. She was unnerved by the glassy look in his eyes, distant and unfocussed.

 

"Done so soon" Frieza cackled, kicking the poor girl in the stomach as Vegeta watched, embarrassed at his poor performance.

 

She felt his arms tighten around her, his fingers squeezing her flesh as his entire body tensed, every muscle coiled and ready to spring.

 

"For your own pride and reputation, monkey Prince," Zarbon's smooth voice grated against the young Saiyan's ears, "I do hope you never take it upon yourself to actually try to please a woman."

 

"Vegeta please, what's wrong?" Bulma cupped his cheek in her palm, watching in relief as his eyes focused on her, flickering over her face in that unnerving way of his.

 

"You…" his voice was suddenly thick, and he had a hard time forcing the words out. "You should go." He looked away as he pushed her off his lap and back onto the bed, quickly standing and moving away toward the door.

 

"I guess…if that's what you want…" she said softly, dejectedly, as she pulled the skirt of her dress down to a decent level and inched off the bed, not quite trusting her wobbly limbs. "I should probably go make sure Caleb's alright and stuff…" Vegeta didn't say anything as he led her to the out, scowling at the floor the whole time, but the minute he locked the door behind her, a hearty string of curses came tumbling out of his mouth.

 

"Fuuuuck…" he moaned, throwing himself onto the sofa, nearly tipping it over backwards with the strength of his dive. What the hell had happened back there? "Just great…" he cradled his head in his palms, the weight suddenly too much for his neck to bear alone. "I am a fucking idiot…"

 

Why, why, WHY had his brain chosen THAT moment to bring up the past?

 

 

"Caleb, you in here?" Bulma asked, stepping into her long-time friend's apartment. A mumble came from in his room, and she peeked in to see him sprawled across the covers, still fully dressed, including his shoes. His eyes were a little dazed and there was a silly little smile adorning his normally stoic features.

 

"Did you see Bruce on the way out?"

 

"Yeah, he looked kind of upset…what'd you do to him?"

 

"Oh, nothing." Caleb laughed, winking at her, then muttered, "Nothing he didn't enjoy, that is…" Bulma looked questioningly up at him as she pulled off one of his shoes, but he pursed his lips and shook his head, refusing to tell.

 

"Whatever, you can tell me in the morning when you're sane again," she laughed, pulling off the other shoe and yanking the covers up over him. She left then, flicking off the light and closing the door behind her so that Caleb would be able to sleep off the alcohol in his body. But sleep would not come to Bulma just yet.

 

What the hell had gotten into Vegeta back there? One second he was all over her, and the next, he had gone all spacey and pushed her away. He had looked troubled, like something serious was bothering him, and the way he refused to look at her definitely signaled that something was amiss. Vegeta, the Saiyan Prince, full of pride and confidence, would never, ever turn his eyes to the floor like that.

 

"Something is definitely bothering him." She affirmed out loud, feeling much more confidant that it was not her fault he had pushed her away. Of course something had to be bothering him! If not, it would mean he didn't want her like she wanted him, and that was not something she wanted to consider. "What is it though?" Bulma shivered, recalling the feeling of his hands on her body, the tentative, almost shy, way he had kissed her. She bit her lip gently, holding the skin between her teeth as she reached for the phone.

 

One ring…two rings…three rings…four rings…She sighed, about to hang up when she heard a grumbling, tired voice at the other end of the line. A mumbled "Hello?" hit her ears and she took a deep breath, cradling the phone against her ear, trying to think of what she would say.

 

"Hello, Yamcha? It's Bulma…We need to talk."

 

 

 

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