Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Seducing Vegeta ❯ Foreshadowing Dreams ( Chapter 7 )

I feel really horrible to leave some people hanging like this! It's just that…my computer was broken, and I had to use my parents computer, and I couldn't write it on there because they might find it, and all of that other crap. Well, continuing on with the (hopefully) much awaited story! (Thoughts are in italics)

Seducing Vegeta

Chapter VII

Foreshadowing Dreams

Bulma

After the little encounter in the hallway, I went to my room and laid down on my bed, just to set some things straight.

The argument with Vegeta had left me both satisfied and unfulfilled.

Seeing him in that towel was a little strange, but I was only surprised!

Stupid arrogant dick, going to conclusions like that.

I have to admit, he is more muscular than Yaumcha is, and smarter…….

I slapped myself mentally (again!) for thinking such thoughts. Not like this is the only thing that has been on my mind lately.

I still don't know what to do about Yaumcha. He came by a couple of days ago and I slammed the door in his face. Even though he did something horrible to me, I cant help but have backtracking thoughts, like, `Maybe it wasn't his fault!' or `Maybe it was my fault for not giving him what he wanted!'.

I still loved the bastard. Even though he broke my face in, I loved him.

Maybe this is why those girls stay with their abusive boyfriends.

"No!" I said out loud.

Yaumcha wasn't abusive! Was he? He did hit me, but he was wasted! He did almost rape me, but that was because of his lust! I put my hand on my forehead in distress, and the phone rang like it was sent from Kami-sama. I rushed to the phone, and answered it with an abrupt, "Moshi-moshi?"

"Hey Bulma! It's Maria! You sound a little strange, are you okay?" At the sound of Maria's soft voice, I sighed in relief.

"Yes, I'm fine. I have just been thinking about a lot of things lately." I breathed as I sat down on my bed, trying to relax myself.

"I see. I think I know what you're talking about. I have a lot of things to think about too." I could hear her voice relaxing as well.

"Well, lets talk about it. I bet it will make both of us feel better."

Vegeta

After the encounter with the woman, I laid down on my bed to set things straight.

The argument with the stupid harpy woman left me pissed as hell. How she could think that she could talk to the prince of saiyans like that was beyond me. Earthling women and their senses of dominance.

Suddenly, I heard the woman's crazy music start up in the room down the hallway. I nodded my head to the beat of the music lightly, and I think I drifted off to sleep.

A quick knock at the door awakened me, and I sat up quickly and jerked my eyes to the slowly opening door.

"Vegeta…Can I come in?" I heard the woman's voice from the other side of the door.

"No." I stated clearly, but I sensed the womans presence lingering. I rolled my eyes. "I said no, woman. Leave."

"But Vegeta…" I heard her voice quivering and her start to sniffle. "Its important…just let me come in……please." At this I stood up. It must have been pretty important if she didn't stomp away when I told her to leave. I slowly opened the door and was greeted by the woman, but it wasn't what I expected to see.

She was wearing her normal nightgown that was blue silk and tied leisurely around the waist. It fell down to her feet, and I looked back up to her face. Her hair was down, and it looked like she had just come out of the shower. It was wavy and dark turquoise, and it curled down to the middle of her back. Her eyebrows were knitted, and her hands were on both sides of her faces as tears slowly fell from her sapphire eyes.

I moved over slightly, and when she saw the opportunity to come in, she rushed in past me, yet stopped suddenly and crumpled down on the floor into a fetal position. I heard her soft muffled cries underneath her hands that covered her mouth.. I looked at her strangely, but I instinctively picked her up with her back in the crook of my arm, and sat her on my bed. She looked up at me sadly, and then she looked back down. She patted the bed next to her and motioned for me to sit down. I reluctantly sat on the bed, facing away from her.

"What is it you want, woman?" I growled softly. I knew that it wasn't the time to bait her. I suddenly had a weird feeling and turned my head around to look at her.

I knew something strange was going on with her when she grabbed my hand. She had touched me! She knew what the price was for doing so without a casual reason. She held it intimately, and it freaked me out. She didn't even ask. I was about to turn around to her and yell at her for even daring to venture inside my personal bubble, when I looked at her. She had a very distant look in her eyes, and she held my hand between hers. Her skin looked so soft, and almost pale against her light blue nightgown. She looked down, and brought my hand to her chest. My eyes widened.

She placed my hand in the middle of her chest, right in-between her breasts, and I felt my cheeks redden. I opened my mouth to say something, but something was preventing the words from coming out of my mouth. She looked up at me slyly and moved my gloved hand over on top of her breast. I could feel the warmth of her chest flowing into my body. I felt a strong burning sensation in my lower stomach when she looked up at me, and gave me an almost wolfish grin. It was as if her earlier feelings had disappeared.

With movements that even surprised myself, I pushed her onto the bed with her head lying on my pillow, and her arm bent around her face as I held her wrist above her head. She looked up at me and into my eyes, and I could almost see the ocean on the other side of her eyes. She leaned up to my face, and ghosted her lips over mine……

"….NANI?!"

I woke up with a start. I had to have fallen asleep. I looked at the clock that the briefs woman had placed next to my bed.

10:47 pm.

I hadn't slept long, but I groggily sat up in bed and pondered my dream. It had been a while since I had had a semi-erotic dream. Not even erotic, actually. The fact that it was between me and Bulma didn't scare me, but it gave me another feeling that was unnerving and unfamiliar. I growled in frustration and rolled onto my back.

That warmth that was emanating from the woman's body was so strange. I felt my face redden again and I put my hands roughly over it.

STOP!

What is up with these uncontrollable thoughts lately?

That warmth….

Wait….warmth?

I looked down, and at the sight of my erect sex, I quickly cupped myself forcefully.

"NOT NOW!!!" I yelled as I rolled over on my bed with a small grunt after hitting my groin a tad too hard. I moaned in both pain and frustration for having so little control.

"…Vegeta? What the hell are you doing in there?"

SHIT.

Bulma

"Well, I guess you should figure something out soon." Maria whispered over the phone. "Otherwise, you may be tied down at a moment where you wished you had decided earlier."

"Damnit." I said exasperatedly into the phone.

"What?"

"I knew you were going to say that. Damn you and your predictable reassurances." I giggled playfully and I heard her laughter from the other side of the line.

"I have something to do too, you know. Vegeta." Maria said dreamily as I rolled my eyes.

"That sounded really, really wrong."

"I didn't mean it THAT way! Stop twisting my words! It just has to do with the subject of Vegeta." Maria said in an almost irritated tone.

"NOT NOW!!!!"

"….Nani?!" I heard Vegeta's voice bounce across the hallway.

"What was that?" Maria said worriedly.

"That was Vegeta." I said, nonchalantly, and I continued to file my nails.

"You should go see what that was about." After hearing her say this, I blew the hair shading my eyes away from my face and continued to file my nails. After she heard my silence, "Do it."

"No."

"Do it!"

"I don't care!" I settled back down into the warm spot on my bed, and I heard Maria humph defiantly. I rolled my eyes again and got up. "I'll be right back."

"Curiosity got the better of you?" Maria said snidely.

"No. Just you. Now hold on." I set the phone down and buried it into the comforter. I didn't think our conversation would be any of Maria's business. Not that I was counting her out, I would fill her in later.

I waltzed down the hallway, and I heard him grunt and moan. What is he doing? ((A/N: Mental images! >_O)) I quickly grabbed the doorknob tightly with my hand, prepared to swing the door open.

"Vegeta?" I said forcefully. After no response, I continued. "What the hell are you doing in there?" Both statements were said with more venom in the words than I intended.

"NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS, WOMAN!" I heard him say. Then he grunted again, almost as if he was in pain.

"…Vegeta? Are you okay?" Something wasn't right. I opened the door a crack and peeked inside.

What greeted my eyes was an extremely red faced Vegeta sitting cross legged on his bed, with a pillow across his lap. The sheets were all twisted up, and the clock was across the room, so I figured he must have fallen asleep and he hadn't meant to.

I looked at him again. He seemed okay to me, but I cocked my head to the side and arched my eyebrows suspiciously. I could feel that something weird was going on with him, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

"I'm fine. Leave." His words seemed to be strained, and they almost made me jump after the long and awkward silence between us. I decided to leave him alone for once, and after shutting a little louder than I intended, I sashayed all the way back to my room.

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End of Chapter Seven.