Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Satan Video ❯ Confession ( Chapter 23 )

Satan Video

Chapter 22: Confession

Bulma sat at the bar staring blankly at her drink as the steady beat of the music reverberated within her brain. Her body was unconsciously moving in time with it, even if it were only slightly. She hadn't seen much of Krillin all night. He'd been making the rounds on the dance floor, while Goku, who was currently sitting next to her with his back against the bar, had been keeping her company. He and Chi Chi had exchanged some brief conversation when she wasn't tending to customers, but that wasn't very often. It had clearly not been the type evening they had planned. Sure they'd had fun hanging out, but the mood had been lacking, at least on her part. A certain someone she was supposed to be forgetting about tonight just wouldn't go away no matter how much alcohol she consumed. Even when distracted momentarily, her thoughts always drifted back to him. Bulma's mind kept repeating everything Goku had said on the subject.

'He really does care about me in his own way,' she mused but then frowned. She couldn't seem to shake the nagging inner voice that kept saying it was her fault things were currently weird between them. But it would all work out. It always did, even if she had to force him to see things her way! 'I feel like I'm in high school all over again! Vegeta, it's time we acted like grown ups here and dealt with this. You care about me. Well guess what, the feeling's mutual,' she recited in her mind before slamming her drink.

The sound of ice cubes clinking as the empty glass was set down caught the attention of her Saiyajin friend, and he turned toward her. He watched as Bulma fanned her painfully contorted face as she swallowed yet another shot of…whatever it was this time.

"Whew! It's definitely getting warm in here!" she declared, and Goku choked out a disturbed laugh.

"Hey, you think you might be ready to go in a little bit?" he asked.

"What?" she turned to him in surprise. "Why?"

"Well, it's getting pretty late, and I think you probably ought to quit before you end up bowing to the porcelain god." She just crossed her arms over her chest and raised one eyebrow at him skeptically. 'Vegeta is rubbing off on her, and that's not necessarily a good thing,' he thought with a laugh. "Besides, they're probably going to kick us out pretty soon anyway with it being Sunday and all." Bulma stood up and grinned at him.

"Alright, let's go, but I'm not going home yet," she said. The two weaved their way through the people on the dance floor until they found Krillin.

"Hey, man. We're gonna go. Are you coming with us or staying here?" Goku asked. Krillin just waved him on.

"Go on. I'll see ya later," the shorter man said with a smile before turning back to the woman in front of him.

"Okay, later." Goku and Bulma made their way out of the club where the cool night air was quite a change from the stuffy confines of the building they just exited. Bulma took a deep breath.

"Man, it's nice out here," she said as she stretched. "Alright, let's go." Goku shook his head, and he picked her up and took off. "Hey, where are you going?" Bulma asked.

"I was going to take you home," he offered a little confused as to what she was irritated about.

"No, I said inside that I'm not going home yet."

"Well, what exactly did you have in mind?" Goku asked, worried that she wanted to stop somewhere else for more drinks.

"Your place. I need to talk to Vegeta when he gets off of work."

"Oh," was all he said as he thought about that. "Are you sure you want to talk to him tonight? I mean you did have a lot to drink. Maybe you should wait until you're sober to tackle such a….sensitive issue," he offered as he continued to fly toward her apartment. She just laughed.

"I'm fine. Really. I just want to take care of all this while I'm motivated to do so."

"You know how difficult he can be. Just wait until tomorrow. You'll thank me, I promise."

"Now Goku, you know very well that if you don't take me, I'll just get in my car and drive over there myself. Do you really want me driving right now? I might run over someone or something," she said with a smirk.

He groaned as her manipulative statement apparently struck something in him. "Fine, but I don't want to hear any whining from you when things don't work out the way you wanted," he warned as he changed course to fly to his apartment. She stuck out her bottom lip.

"You don't have much faith in me. I'd have figured that you of all people would be able to understand my ability to deal with difficult people," she chuckled. He just shook his head and kept flying. A few minutes later, they landed next to his front door which he was surprised to find unlocked.

"Vegeta must've gotten off early tonight," he said as he and his guest entered the apartment. "Do you want a drink or something?" he asked.

"No thanks, but I do need to use your restroom," she said as she swiftly headed toward the only bathroom.

Vegeta was lying in bed but had found that going to sleep proved to be difficult without a certain blue-haired woman curled up next to him. The sound of a muffled feminine voice coming from the living room suddenly caught his attention. 'Kakarotto actually brought someone home!' The thought shocked him more than he would've thought. Curiosity was getting the best of him, and as soon as he heard the bathroom door shut, he went to go talk to his roommate. Goku was sitting at the kitchen table with a sandwich when Vegeta strolled in wearing only his boxer shorts.

"So you actually found someone who was willing to come home with you. I must say that I'm impressed," the prince said as he grabbed a soda from the fridge. Goku snorted.

"Not exactly, but I did get a phone number," he said as he took a large bite of his sandwich. Vegeta just looked at him questioningly as they heard the toilet flush and then the faucet turn on.

"Then who is that?"

"I brought someone home for you." Goku laughed at the horrified expression on the prince's face and turned back toward his food. Just then, Bulma came bouncing out of the bathroom and into the kitchen as she shook the excess water off her hands.

"Goku, there's no towel in…Oh hey! Just the person I'm here to see," she said as she saw Vegeta standing in his underwear in front of the fridge. The prince glanced down at his roommate and then back up at his lover, who was drying her hands on a paper towel, and shook his head. He was relieved his roommate hadn't brought some random weirdo home to meet him. Of course he didn't really think Kakarotto was that stupid, but you never know, especially when alcohol's involved. At the same time though, he did not feel like dealing with her.

"So, what do you want? I was going to bed," he finally said.

"Well," she started as she strolled up to him and ran her index finger lightly over his bare chest. Goku just turned away and continued eating. "We need to talk about what's going on between us."

"Shit," he groaned in exasperation as his silent hopes that this was a sexually motivated visit shattered into a million pieces. He started for his room, but paused as he passed her. He nodded his head in that direction. "Come on," he said before turning his back to her and walking to his room. Bulma gave Goku a smile before turning and following. He just shoved the rest of his sandwich in his mouth as he went to the living room to watch a movie intent on drowning out any arguing that would soon be coming from Vegeta's room.

Bulma closed the door behind her as she took in the condition of his room. It was fairly clean; there was no dust on anything or any dirty dishes or trash lying around, but it was cluttered. There was a pile of clean clothes stacked up neatly on the desk waiting to be put away. There were some clothes that had been haphazardly thrown to the floor. She assumed that they were the dirty clothes. She giggled, and Vegeta looked at her strangely.

"I just realized that this is the first time I've actually seen your room," she said as the thoughts of that time by his front door entered her head. He nodded as he sat down on the bed with his back leaned against the headboard.

"Get on with it. I'm ready to go to sleep," he growled impatiently as he just wanted to get it over with. She kicked her shoes off and sat down on the other end of the bed facing him.

"I've been thinking a lot tonight, and I realized a few things." She made eye contact with him and smiled. "The first thing is that we have serious issues with communication," she said with a laugh, and Vegeta just raised an eyebrow. "This leads to severe misunderstandings between us and ultimately two confused, pissed off individuals with bruised egos."

"Do you have a point to all this?" he snapped.

"I think I may have come up with a solution. Well, hopefully anyway," she said with a shrug.

"And?" he asked after she remained silent for several moments.

"I'm just going to be honest with you." His eye brow quirked up as he sat there staring at her. "Not that I've been lying to you, but I haven't exactly given you any indication about my feelings for you."

"What the hell made you decide that was a solution to anything?" he laughed. "What were you doing when you came to this brilliant conclusion?"

"I was sitting at a bar, spinning ice in my empty glass," she offered, and he almost fell off the bed. Suddenly he sat up and crawled over to her. He stuck his face in front of hers so their noses were only an inch apart, and she felt her pulse quicken at the close proximity of him. His eyes closed as he inhaled deeply. His eyes snapped open as a deep scowl set across his face.

"You're drunk," he said flatly as he returned to his previous place of sitting.

"I'm not drunk," she retorted, then added sheepishly, "Just a little buzzed."

"It doesn't matter. At least that explains your idiotic reasoning. I thought maybe something was seriously wrong with you," he said with a nasty grin.

"Are you going to let me finish telling you what I came over here to tell you or not?"

"You're not done yet?" he sighed.

"I haven't even got started yet."

"Great." Vegeta lied down on his back and stared up at the ceiling. 'Might as well be comfortable since I'm going to be here a while.' He felt her fingers brush lightly over his calf and continue their journey down to his foot. He tried to ignore it. "So are you going to tell me?"

"Well, the truth is that I care a lot about you. I think I might even be falling in love with you." She ran her fingers over the bottom of his foot and noticed that he was not ticklish. Bulma frowned when she heard him snort.

"Just this afternoon, you said that it was some silly saying of this planet, so what's the point?" he growled.

"Let me explain this. I said that comment originally as a joke without thinking. When you started acting uncomfortable, I just tried to fix it. I didn't think either one of us was ready to deal with the implications of that yet. After I told you it was a saying, you seemed even more distant, so I guess we are going to have to talk about it in order to resolve this." He started laughing.

"I think you really are nuts," he chuckled. He swiftly shut up when he felt her mouth on his toe. He froze in total shock as her tongue ran over the small appendage before moving to the next one. It was a bizarre sensation to say the least. It was kind of gross but at the same time connected with something deep inside him that wouldn't let him stop her. "What..what are you doing?" he groaned. She let the digits slip out of her mouth so she could answer him.

"Well, apparently there is only one way to get you to be reasonable." She slipped one of her legs between his so her foot could lightly caress his inner thighs as it slowly moved upward. She felt him jump slightly when her toes lightly brushed over his groin.

"You see, Vegeta," she started but paused to run her tongue over the arch of his foot. "You are one of the rudest." She punctuated the insult by sucking on his big toe. "Ill-tempered." She attacked the next one. "Stubborn,… egotistical,… yet emotionally detached people I've ever had the displeasure of dealing with." By the time she completed the sentence, each toe had been given proper attention. Her eyes locked with his narrowed ones when she stopped, and she giggled at his extremely pissed expression.

"Despite all of that, though, I still can't get you out of my head, damn it. I wish I could," she said as she laid his foot back on the bed and began to crawl slowly over him. "I honestly can't see how two hot-headed people like us will ever coexist peacefully. We're from different worlds, literally. I mean think about it; the only thing we agree on is sex," she whispered before running her tongue over his chiseled abs. His eyes closed as his head laid back against the pillow. He felt her smile against his stomach, but was too disarmed to care. She made a lazy trail all the way up to his chest before deciding to continue.

"I just can't do it. When you're not with me, you're all I think about. When you're near, all I want is for you to touch me, and when you touch me, I hope it never ends. I hate that I can't get enough of you, that I can't make myself forget about you. You've got some kind of invisible power over me that I can't ignore." Then she started laughing.

"Yeah, that last part sounded stupid, I know, but the point is that you've somehow wiggled into my heart. As scary as it is, I need you. You complete me," she whispered the thoughts that she saw clearly for the first time before capturing his lips with her own. The emotion behind her sudden revelation came pouring out in the form of tears, and Vegeta wrapped his arms around her shaking form and pulled her closer to him. She never broke the kiss, though. She needed this, to be in his embrace after such a confession. She never imaged feeling so naked after saying something of that nature. 'Please don't push me away,' her mind pleaded as her hands tangled in his hair, and it seemed to her that Vegeta's response to the kiss became more passionate as the salty secretions dripped from her cheeks to his.

He swiftly rolled them over so that he was on top and broke the kiss. He gazed into her eyes as he wiped the tears from her face. She blinked as she finally got herself under control and bit her lip nervously. 'Why is he just staring at me?' His thumb ran softly over her cheek to her jaw before running down the center of her torso. The hand stopped at the hem of her shirt where it slowly lifted the thin material up revealing a tone stomach then her bare breasts. He raised an eyebrow at the fact that she had not bothered with a bra this evening.

Vegeta finally pulled the material over her head before running his fingertips over every inch of her exposed skin. Bulma sighed and leaned her head back as his heated touch caressed her neck, shoulders, abdomen, and sides before paying attention to her breasts. By the time he brushed over a nipple, her mind was reeling. His mouth began its assault on her neck and traveled up to her ear. She couldn't hold back the moan when he suckled on the shell. Her hands snuck underneath his arms and clutched his lower back as she pulled him closer to her. She kissed his shoulder as her hand traveled lower until it found the base of his tail. She left the furry appendage slip through her fingers until the end reached her hand, and he shuddered momentarily. She tightened her grip to prevent its escape and kissed the tip lightly.

"Bulma," he groaned softly with his mouth still against her ear; his hot breath and ragged breathing caused her to forget what she was doing. She turned her head to capture his lips in a fevered kiss as she slipped his shorts over his hips. He lifted up just a bit to give her room to work but never separated his mouth from hers. When she got them low enough, Bulma placed her foot on the article of clothing and pushed them down to his ankles where he kicked the item clear across the room. He only broke the kiss for a moment to catch his breath when she took him in her hand and began to stroke him. His mouth swooped back down upon hers roughly as one of his hands began tugging off her skirt and then her panties. He was about to enter her with a finger when she suddenly yanked his body on top of hers. Slightly shocked at her strength, he mentally shrugged and slid his engorged member into her.

Both broke the kiss as their breath caught. Vegeta pulled her legs up and wrapped them around his waist before moving inside her. Their eyes locked as he thought about all she had told him minutes earlier. He watched as her puffy, bloodshot eyes fluttered shut as the pleasure began to swell within her. He leaned his head against hers as he lost himself as well.

Completion came quickly for both of them, despite the slow, gentle pace he had taken. They lay shuddering in each others arms a few moments before he rolled off of her and gathered her up in his arms. He kissed her forehead before staring back up at the ceiling lost in thought. 'I hate that I can't get enough of you, that I can't make myself forget about you… you've somehow wiggled into my heart. As scary as it is, I need you. You complete me.' Her words echoed repeatedly in his brain, and he sighed.

'I feel the same way.'

***

Vegeta woke up with his face buried in blue hair. He stroked the tangled mess down so that he could see and smiled as he gazed at her still sleeping form. As soon as it graced his lips, though, it was gone as thoughts of the conversation they shared the night before invaded his mind. 'All those things she said meant nothing. It was the alcohol talking,' he concluded. He ignored the sliver of hope that the words had embedded in him. His tail that had wound around her thigh during the night now began to tighten its grip and tugged her closer to him. The action roused her, and she squirmed for a few moments in his arms before actually opening her eyes. When she finally opened her eyes, her face took on a look of contemplation as she took in her surroundings. He silently watched her as her mind raced, calculating and retracing her steps and recalling the events of the previous night. Suddenly, her eyes widened as she remembered the things she had told him. He snorted and cast his gaze toward the ceiling.

"Don't worry. The things you said last night…..you were drunk," he said flatly once he grasped the words he was looking for. The unemotional tone of his voice pulled Bulma out of her shock from the situation. He felt her index finger pull his chin toward her until their eyes met.

"No," she said. He gave her the 'yeah right' look which made her laugh. "I did drink quite a bit, but nothing I said was untrue or even exaggerated. I meant every word," she said before placing a light kiss on his lips. "I'm just surprised I said it, that's all," she chuckled as she lied on her back and stared up at the ceiling. The two laid there in silence for a few minutes. "Well, you haven't high-tailed it out of here yet, so I guess I didn't scare you off, huh?" He didn't answer. What was he supposed to say anyway? She turned onto her side to face him once again when it hit her. Her eyes widened in disbelief as the curses left her mouth.

"Shit!!" She jumped up and frantically began throwing her clothes on. "What time is it??" Vegeta shook his head as he retrieved her shirt from the nightstand revealing the hidden alarm clock.

"10:30."

"SHIT!! I'm late. I was supposed to be at work an hour and a half ago," she whined as she snatched the shirt from him and pulled it over her head.

"Is that all?" he laughed. "You're not going to work today," he stated matter of factually. She spun around and stared at him jaw dropped in disbelief.

"What the hell? You think that just because I admit my feelings for you that you have the right to tell me what to do? I know you're from a barbaric race and all, but please…."

"You'd better stop right there before you say something that will end my amusement in the situation," he warned as he rose from the bed causing the sheet to fall gracefully from his nude form. His smirked when he realized that he had effectively shut her up. "Now, the reason you are not going to work today is because the damn store is closed at least for a while."

"What…why?"

"It's actually a long story," he began, and her face fell.

"What did you do?" she asked as she pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Why do you automatically assume it's my fault?" he asked innocently. She raised an eyebrow at him but didn't respond, and he laughed. "Okay, so it was my fault. I got into a fight, and that huge sign in the parking lot managed to crash into the store," he informed her rather light heartedly.

"Holy shit," she groaned as she sat down on the floor and contemplated what he had just told her. "Who knows about this?" she asked after almost a minute had passed.

"Just you and Piccolo. No one saw what happened so we told the police that the thing just fell over," he said with a shrug. She sat there silently for a moment before bursting into a fit of laughter. 'That's definitely not what I expected,' he thought. "You actually find this funny?"

"No," she finally answered. "I don't think this is funny at all. What I find hilarious is the fact that you are a walking disaster." The look of surprise quickly drained from his face leaving his trademark scowl. "Just when I think you couldn't possibly do anything more irresponsible, you do. Oh my god. We'll all be out jobs by the time you're finished," she laughed as she held her head in her hands. He regarded her delirious state for a moment before turning away from her and pulling on some shorts. 'At least she's not screaming,' he thought as he walked to the door.

"Are you coming?" he asked. Bulma looked up at him from her spot on the floor and shook her head.

"Yeah," she groaned as she got up and followed him out of the bedroom. Goku was still on the couch in his clothes from last night and snoring. Bulma chuckled at the sight before going into the kitchen where Vegeta was emptying out the fridge. She sat down at the table and watched in amazement as he fixed omelets for both of them, extra hot sauce on his. Soon her steaming breakfast was placed in front of her. He sat down across from her and began inhaling his food at his usual Saiyajin pace. Bulma stared at her plate in shock for a moment before picking up her fork and taking a bite.

"Damn, this is good! I had no idea you could cook," she said. He looked up at her with a grin for a moment before it quickly faded.

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me," Vegeta responded before shoving another enormous forkful of egg and ham in his mouth. She watched him a moment before turning her attention back to her own food. She sighed.

"You're right." He made eye contact with her, curious as to where she was going to go with this one. "But I'd like to change that," she said with a smile, and she swore the corner of his mouth turned upward slightly even if it were only for a second. Their little moment was interrupted, though when the phone rang.