Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Show Him How ❯ Shale eyes are on the rise. ( Chapter 19 )

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Show Him How

Chapter 19

Shale eyes are on the rise.

Last Time: Bulma got into a bit of a scuffle with another girl in Vegeta's training class, and a mysterious shale eyed man shows up.

"Gomer!" Vegeta laughed…well, almost laughed.

"Yep! It's the old Gomster!" The other man smiled, his face lighting up with the expression. "It really has been a long time though! Toomar told me I'd probably find you here! But I didn't expect to find you romancing some girl! That's my job!"

"Romancing?" Vegeta smirked. "I'm doing nothing of the sort." His eyes flashed with mirth, but Bulma didn't see, as she was busy inspecting her bruised arm. "This is Bulma." He jerked his head in her direction.

"Well how-dee-doo there Bulma! I'm Gomer!" The handsome humanoid man bowed, that goofy smile of his growing wider.

"Umm…Hi…" Bulma smiled meekly. There was something odd about this man, something that set her off immediately. "You're Vegeta's old friend?" She was very surprised that Vegeta could actually stand someone like this man. He seemed so cheery and happy…but then again, that Toomar man had said something about Gomer finding a mate…or something like that.

"Wow…what happened to you? You look pretty roughed up!"

"She got into a fight…with your sister." Vegeta interjected.

"With Poro? Eh…sorry…she's a bit wild sometimes…"

"It's not your fault." Bulma mumbled. No wonder he made her uneasy, he was that little bitch's big brother.

Unfortunately for Bulma, she was not able to avoid Gomer, as he and Vegeta were always together, catching up on old times. She did though; spend some time with Remp and Heque, her nice roomies. Yuki had been a bit better today, but apparently she was still bitter about her recent breakup. That was okay though, Bulma supposed, because she couldn't count the times she had snapped at her family after she and Yamcha had called it quits.

Yamcha…She wondered how he was doing. It wasn't every day that you broke up with your boyfriend of nearly ten years…She was very glad though, that they were still friends. The breakup had been rather nice…just sort of an "I don't feel the same way I used to." "Good, neither do I," kind of thing. Besides, it would have been hell to be attracted to Vegeta like this, if she were still pegged down with Yamcha.

"Kami…" she murmured to herself. "It's not like it would matter anyway…he's here to get a mate…I wonder who it is."

Morning class had been very awkward for the past week, with everyone just expecting either Bulma or Poro to snap again. Vegeta seemed to be in a better mood though, because Gomer had volunteered to help him out, so he didn't have to be everywhere at once in the class. Honestly, it really hadn't bothered Vegeta in the first place, to be saddled with such a large group of students, but the fact that they were first year students irritated him, and he didn't like all of their stupid questions.

However, he had been working extra hard as of late, ever since the first year tournament had been announced. He had learned that another former student of the school, his former rival at that was teaching another class of first year students. Being Vegeta, he had insisted on training his own students extra hard so that they would beat Yubishawt's into the ground.

"Bulma," Vegeta's hand grasped her shoulder, pulling her back as the other students headed for the locker rooms after a grueling session. "I want to pull you out of my class. You're getting nowhere here."

"Huh? But…But…" Bulma's eyes welled up with tears. "But I've been trying so hard!" she whimpered, trying to keep the moisture from falling. Had he actually given up on her? Was she so hopeless that even Vegeta, the most persistent man she knew, would give up on her?

"Relax, woman." Vegeta growled, immediately picking up what must have been going through her mind. "I don't have the time to pay you any attention during class. If you want to train, you'll do so with me in the evenings. One on one lessons are the kind you need."

"Oh…okay." Her eyes darted around nervously…she would be all alone with him. All alone and sweaty and hot and…

"See you tonight then, 21:00 hours." Vegeta smirked as he walked off toward the men's locker room to shower and change. She would do much better training alone under him…or on top…or maybe even standing up…or perhaps in the swimming pool…or the air…or under a cold shower…a very cold shower…

At 21:00 hours, Bulma wandered into the large training room, already dressed in her training gear. Vegeta was nowhere to be seen, so she just sighed and began her stretches. It was at the moment she decided touching her toes would be a good stretch that her Saiyan sensei decided to walk in. He smirked as she came back up, just noticing that someone else was in the room with her.

"Hey Vegeta…" she squirmed around a bit, uncomfortable in her training gear. The tight fabrics utilized were something one has to get used to wearing.

Vegeta merely grunted in response, and began to stretch his own body as well, as Bulma looked on, simply amazed at how limber the man was. She winced though, as he dropped into the splits, stretching his groin. She, herself, hadn't been able to do the splits since the age of 6. He flipped himself around so he was splitting the other way, with his right leg to the front and his left to the back; then again, he switched positions so that his legs were along the ground, nearly perpendicular to his torso.

"My Kami…doesn't that…hurt?" Her eyes were wide as she watched him stretch.

"No." Vegeta grunted, getting up off of the floor to stretch out his arms and shoulders. "I can see why it would hurt silly humans, but we Saiyans are built to be flexible and strong. The less flexible one is, the easier it is to break a bone or pull a muscle."

"That makes sense…"

"By the time we leave this planet, I'll expect you to be able to do it." He said, rotating his arms a bit to loosen up his shoulders.

"The splits!"

Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "Interesting name…" He chuckled slightly. "But enough about that, we're going to start working." He crouched down into a fighting stance. "Imitate my movements as best as you can. I'm going to teach you a basic kata, and then once you've got the steps down, we'll work on your technique."

Bulma nodded and crouched down, much the same as he did, with her knees bent slightly, and her arms bent and thrust protectively in front of her. Vegeta snapped his arm out in a quick punch, and she followed suit, as he continued with a few more punches, a kick or two, and some footwork.

"Now try it without me."

"Okay…"

She punched with her right hand, kicked high with her right foot, then crouched down and swung her leg out. Jumping back out, she struck at her invisible enemy with a right hook, followed by a weak left jab. A right jab came next, with a double high-low kick, as she balanced, teetering, on her left foot.

"Stop there." Vegeta commanded, just as she was about to give the air another punch. "If you punch like that, you're liable to break your fingers." He scoffed, grabbing her hand. "Holding your arm like this leaves your wrists weak too."

"Okay…" she was nervous…he was so close…shirtless and sweaty. Bulma gasped as he stopped around at her back, and pressed himself against her, molding his hard body to hers. He wrapped his arms around her, grabbing her arms and moving them as if they were his own.

"Hold your wrists like this," he moved her into the proper position. "And follow through with your punches." He continued to move her body, his fingers trailing sensually over her skin. "You can't just stop once you hit something, you need to keep going. It's like playing…what was that one you play, with the shuttlecock and the rackets?"

It had definitely been a mistake, Vegeta decided, to get this close to her while she was like this, hot and sweaty from her work out. She seemed too Saiyan like this, and his hormones were acting up like crazy as he pressed himself even closer.

"B…Badminton…" Bulma stuttered, her face flushing. She could feel his hot breath on her neck, and neither of them was focused on training any more.

"Yes…badminton." He ran his hands up and down her arms. "You have to follow through with the racket, to keep the power in your stroke. You can't just stop, or the force loses momentum." He took a hold of her arms again, moving the right one slowly through the motions of a hook. "Follow through, yes, like that. Just like that."

Bulma shivered as his breath tickled her ear. His hands felt so sensual on her body, and his voice was husky with obvious desire. She gasped as one arm moved to grasp her around the waist, tugging her backward against him. She could feel his arousal pressing into the small of her back, and she could feel herself heating up as well within the confines of the tight fitting shorts she wore.

Vegeta purred as he kissed her ear, taking it gently between sharp Saiyan teeth as Bulma moaned aloud and shivered. That hand that had been holding her right arm traced up to her shoulder, then down over her body to her breasts, where he pinched at her swollen, straining nipples. The hand around her waist trailed down to tease her between the thighs, through the clothing. He stroked long fingers against her, cupping the mound in his palm.

"Perhaps…perhaps we should work on some light…sparring…" Vegeta rasped, turning her around and releasing her body. "Try to block my attacks…"

Bulma backed away, somewhat confused as Vegeta struck out lightly at her, not enough to hurt, but enough to make her block. Her body was hot all over, and her breath was coming in quick, heavy puffs. The two kept eye contact though, and Bulma realized that there was something incredibly sensual about what they were doing. What she didn't know, however, was that she was participating in a miniature version of the Saiyan hunting ritual. Vegeta was preparing her, so that she wouldn't be too surprised and upset when he did actually hunt her.

Bulma jumped back, with a squeak, to avoid Vegeta's kick, and found herself backed into a wall. Her breathing grew heavier and her chest began to heave with excitement as the Saiyan no Ouji sauntered toward her, a devilish smirk on his handsome features.

"Well, well, well…look what we have here." He purred, pressing her body against the wall with his own. "Little Woman has backed herself into a wall…what shall she do now?" His head dipped down to whisper in her ear, then nipped lightly at it before kissing it lightly. Large hands moved down to grasp her hips, pulling them against his own.

He kissed her then, roughly, his tongue darting into her mouth as she moaned and arched against him. He wanted her so badly…right at that moment; to take her would have been absolute bliss…

Vegeta growled softly as he pulled his mouth from Bulma's and began to leave a trail of hot kisses down her neck and collarbone. He tugged at the tight material of her shirt, lifting it up to expose her bra. Quickly, he tugged that up and off her breasts, exposing the plump mounds of flesh. Trailing his hands upward from her hips, and up across her bare stomach, he cupped them in his palms, kneading and teasing with skilled fingers.

Vegeta bent down slightly, to capture one nipple in his mouth as Bulma sighed in pleasure, arching herself toward him. Gently, he nipped at the little pebble, blowing lightly on it to make her shiver.

"Well what have we got here?" A cold voice chuckled, and Bulma's eyes snapped open, to see a figure standing in the doorway. "This kind of training should be done in the bedroom, Vegeta."

"Yubishawt…" Vegeta snarled, pulling Bulma's shirt back down to cover her. "What the hell do you want?"

"Nothing you're willing to give, Vegeta." Shale eyes sparkled mischievously, and Bulma noted that they seemed almost the exact same color as Gomer's. This man though, set her off even more than Vegeta's friend had…

Yubishawt…that was the old rival Vegeta had been talking about…

"Go get showered and dressed Bulma." Vegeta murmured, releasing his hold on the tiny woman. She nodded and padded off, a heavy blush staining her cheeks as she felt two pairs of eyes watching her every movement.

"Umm…see you tomorrow, Vegeta," she mumbled, disappearing into the locker room.

Next Time: Bulma feels a bit lonely, and the tournament is almost here!

Yes, yes, I know. They didn't have sex! Too damn bad! *giggle* I'm not going to sacrifice my plot for the lemon, and you all know that! The lemon will come when it comes, so I don't want any complaints, you hear me? *giggle*

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