Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Romantic Encounters of the Unstereotypical Kind ❯ Whole ( Chapter 9 )

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

Chapter 9

Vegeta and his band took the stage at 'Off Topic' to a crowd of cheers. The regular crowd loved their stuff. Vegeta scanned the audience while they tuned up. 'Same old crowd.' He thought until his eyes fell on a bright blue head of hair. There sitting at a corner table in the shadows was Bulma. She smirked at him when he saw her. She winked at him. He couldn't believe it! What was the A crowd mascot Princess doing in this tough club.

Vegeta shook his head and put her out of his mind as they started their set. When they finished and cleared the stage for the next act Vegeta dismissed the guys and wandered over to her table. As he approached he saw she was wearing a blue denim jacket with a tight black boob tube under it and skin tight jeans. He felt his groin tighten as she grinned evilly at him.

She took him in as he stalked towards her. He wore a black muscle shirt and matching jeans. He wore a big chain around his neck and his black biker boots clacked menacingly against the floor as he approached. He was her god! She had done a lot of research to find out that he had his own band and that they played at this club regularly. She was stunned when she heard them play, they were good.

He leaned on one arm against the table and asked, "What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?"

"Watching you hot stuff." She smiled at him and leaned forward her cleavage almost popping out of its confines.

"Oh that's all I thought you came to hear our music." He grinned sarcastically at her.

"That was a bonus. You're actually very good." Vegeta's throat closed at the compliment. He had never been complimented by the blue haired vixen and it was having quite the effect on him. He loved to see her mad, but seeing her happy was just as intoxicating. After regaining his composure he shrugged nonchalantly and said, "Thanks, but why are you here really?"

Bulma motioned to the chair next to her and Vegeta sunk into it. "I want to know why you delight in tormenting me?"

Vegeta laughed. "It's fun."

"It that the only reason?"

Vegeta didn't like being interrogated especially when his interrogator was drop dead gorgeous and calm. He fidgeted in his seat. "You've been heckling me since as long as I can remember, it's payback." He said on edge.

"Is that the only reason, revenge?" She drawled leaning towards him. Vegeta suddenly knew what she was up to, she was trying to seduce him and he wouldn't admit it, but it was working. He smirked knowingly and leaned back in his chair. "Oh I know what this is about..."

Bulma just stared at him expectantly.

"I ruined you so you want to ruin me in the same way."

Bulma let out a small chuckle and grinned devilishly at him. "On the contrary Vegeta I believe that we are even. I embarrassed you, you ruined me. I was just curious as to why you continue to torture me?"

Vegeta was taken aback by her brass. He leaned towards her and grinned evilly. "How prey tell am I torturing you?"

She lowered her voice to a whisper. "You stare at me like a starving man and I'm the buffet. What do you want from me?"

Vegeta laughed evilly. He would die before he admitted to her that he wanted her so he lied. "Nothing."

Bulma shot up in surprise. She wasn't sure what she had expected him to say, but for some reason she had hoped that he would tell her he wanted her like she wanted him. Vegeta laughed at the look on her face she looked confused and a blush rose on her cheeks from embarrassment. "What you were expecting a different answer?" He said coldly trying to hide his nervousness.

Bulma looked away sadly. "No, I'm glad I know that you're just like every other man in my life." She hissed as she shoved herself up and ran to the door.

Vegeta watched her leave a feeling of guilt and regret sunk into his chest and spurred on by the power of some unknown force he went after her. He caught up to her a few yards down the street. He grabbed her arm and she pulled against him angrily. "Leave me alone!" She shouted. Vegeta held her still and he spun her around to face him holding her shoulders firm in his grasp. Her head shot up and he could see tears forming in her eyes. "What's the problem?" He asked.

She growled and tried to pull away. "Why do you care? I'm nothing to you!"

"I'd just like to know why you're all bent out of shape because I denied you. I'm sure there are tons of men who would cut off their left arm to have you."

"You don't understand!" She finally ripped herself away from him. "You don't know what it's like to have to be perfect for everyone and even when you do your best its never good enough. Every boyfriend I've ever had has only wanted to show me off! Then the minute I screw up they drop me like a hot brick! No one appreciates me for who I am! Even my father doesn't appreciate me! All this...cheerleading, class president...!" She shouted waving her hand around dramatically. "Is for him! He wants me to be the best and I'm sick of it! I want to do things I like to do because they're fun not because I need to be perfect at them!"

Vegeta watched her rant and his heart clenched. They were more alike than he had ever imagined. They both wanted to be truly cared for, to be seen for who they really were and not for what others wanted them to be. When she stopped ranting she slid down the wall next to her and cried silently. Vegeta knelt down beside her. "I do understand." Bulma looked up at him and shook her head. "Yes I do. My father's always away on business and when he is home he hardly notices me. That's what all this started from." He motioned to his clothes. "Good or bad I wanted him to just notice me. To take a moment and see who I really was." Vegeta looked down at the ground and sighed.

Bulma wiped her eyes and smiled at him. "But...you like being a bad boy."

Vegeta looked up and saw her smile he smiled back. "Most of the time."

She moved closer to him. "Most of the time?" She asked.

"Well it does keep me from the one thing I want." He felt his throat tighten and his heart beat quicken as he stared into her eyes.

"What's that?" She asked mesmerized by his gaze. Vegeta pulled her up and she leaned against him her hands braced on his shoulders and his gaze instantly softened. "You."

Bulma's heart soared and she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his lips down to hers. She kissed him with such gentleness Vegeta thought he must be in heaven. He tentatively explored her mouth, caressing her tongue until she did the same to him. He held her flush against him and his hands itched to feel her soft skin. Her hands delved into his black fame of hair and she reveled in the softness. She massaged his scalp and he moaned at the sensation. Vegeta got excited and he began to pull at her shirt. Bulma put her hands over his to stop him and smiled devilishly. "Vegeta, not here." She chastised playfully. Vegeta grinned playfully and entwined his fingers with hers. "You want to come home with me?"

Bulma nodded enthusiastically and Vegeta pulled her down the alley to the club parking lot. Bulma was surprised to find he had a black Corvette. She had always assumed he didn't have a car because he was always walking. He opened the door for her and she slide him, the interior was red. Black and red seemed so him. With that he got in and drove towards his house. To Bulma's utter astonishment he lived in the same neighborhood as her. He lived in a big modern navy blue house behind a gothic fence.

Vegeta drove into the garage and helped her out of the car. He opened the door and allowed Bulma entry to his house. The inside looked very rich. Vegeta gently took her hand and led her up the stairs to the second story. "This is my part of the house." He said motioning around the room at the top of the stairs. It was a huge room, but Bulma wasn't interested in the decor. As soon as Vegeta closed the door she wrapped herself around him like a vine. She kissed him passionately and began massaging his scalp again. He moaned in response as he pushed her gently toward the bed. He stopped in front of it and began to push her jacket off. Once that was done his hands caressed her arms loving the feeling of her soft skin under his touch.

Bulma couldn't believe how gentle Vegeta was being. She had never dreamed he would be this good and they had barely begun foreplay. His hands ran slowly down her sides and when they reached the bottom of her boob tube he pulled it up and off her so swiftly all she felt was a woosh of air as she was now half naked before his eyes. He pulled away from her kiss to admire her body as he ran his thumbs back and forth over her nipples. She moaned and arched into his touch as he teased her breasts into hard peaks. He reveled in the feeling of her heated skin under his hands and the sound of her breathless moans of pleasure.

Suddenly she grabbed the chain around his neck and pulled him down for a bruising kiss. When she let him up for air she licked her lips and whispered. "I don't want to be the only one with no shirt." She grabbed his shirt and pulled hard ripping it clean off him. Vegeta was amazed at her strength, but he could hardly think as her hands caressed his muscles with light feathery touches that drove him into euphoria. Their hands explored every inch of their upper bodies until Vegeta hands pushed Bulma's jeans roughly off her hips and slid them down her legs. In one swift movement he picked her up and gently lay her on the bed. He crawled over her and nipped his way from her stomach up her body. When he reached her lips he bit the bottom lip before ravishing her mouth. His hands held her head gently as his mouth expressed all the emotion he had ever felt for her in a kiss.

Bulma was already feeling the pressure of desire on her abdomen so she began to unbotton his jeans and shoved her hands into his boxers grabbing his stiff manhood. He grunted in pleasure as she stroked it with her long fingers. He could barely contain his pleasure and their kiss had left him breathless. He grabbed her hand and gently pulled it away from his throbbing erection. He stood up and dropped his jeans and boxers. She stared at him hungrily and hooked a finger under the strap of her thong and pulled it off her body leaving her naked as well. Vegeta pulled a condom out of his drawer and rolled it on. He crawled back on top of her, he pushed her thighs apart with his knee and positioned himself at her entrance. They stared into each other's eyes, the lust they felt mirrored in their eyes. Never had either one of them ever needed something so much. As Vegeta thrust into her he felt whole, like he was accepted and cared about. Bulma felt the same thing and as they moved together in the eternal dance of love and passion they knew that nothing and no one could take this feeling away from them as long as they were together.

Vegeta lifted her hips off the bed and drove deeper into her pushing towards their climax. He hit her g spot and she let out a low moan of absolute pleasure and her breathing became ragged as she neared her climax and every movement brought ecstacy slamming into her. Vegeta closed his eyes in concentration and behind his eye lids colors began to explode and with one final thrust they fell together over the edge of reason into the abyss of bliss. "Vegetaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" She screamed out as he collapsed on her, both of them exhausted and spent from their passionate coupling. Vegeta shifted so he wasn't crushing her and Bulma held his head to her chest as they drifted down from the heights of pleasure into a dreamless slumber of peace, both feeling totally accepted for the first time in their lives.