Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Silver Springs ❯ Chapter 12

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

Chapter 12: Because the Night


Bulma pulled her hair into a ponytail, water still clinging to it from the shower. She could feel it dripping down her neck and soaking the collar of her tee shirt. She didn't care. Even after the conversation with Ardlin, she was still angry and her body was burning with desire all at the same time. She swore she could still smell him on her, even after the lengthy shower.

::I should have let him have me.:: she thought, remembering his lips running across her collarbone and his hands finding their way up her skirt, the soft leather of his gloves brushing across her. Cursing him, she headed for the door. How dare he be so irresistible? Her heart and mind were playing a vicious game of tug of war with her emotions. She wanted to stay mad at him, to finish her work at the capital and return to the monotonous routine that had become her life on earth. But all that had to happen was for her to lay eyes on his delicious smirk, and all hope of staying angry melted away like late winter snow.

She stalked down the marble hallway, admiring the tiles that were gleaming softly in the shafts of moonlight falling on the floor. Even through her anger she couldn't help but admire the beauty of the palace. It was a place that had been made for nights. During the day, it was an impressive and grand place to visit. But at night it was beautiful in the way that cemeteries are beautiful when snow falls softly over tombstones in the early morning. It was serene and a little disturbing all at the same time. Just like it's owner, it called to her, making her afraid to continue but too excited to turn back.
She found a small viewing room, the large window occupying the outer wall and revealing the swirling blue-black sky of the planet. Bulma gazed into the turbulent sky, trying to make herself focus on the intricate patterns, blocking Vegeta out of her mind. It was working until she heard a gruff voice from behind her.

"You should stop wandering the halls of my property so late at night woman." Without bothering to turn around, she answered him, sounding more tired and worn than she would have liked to let on.

"Go away Vegeta."

"When will you start addressing me properly?" he asked sounding rather amused.

"Oh give it a rest. I couldn't care less about your titles." She said, still gazing at the sky. Behind her, he smiled inwardly at her words. Nothing had ever sounded so good. For all the years that they had been apart and with the real thing to compare to, his memory had done her a severe injustice. She would never be more beautiful than she was in the flesh. He gazed at her back, her silhouette against the window. There were small damp streaks from her hair still slightly visible in the moonlight as they dried on her long and elegant neck. He wanted to touch her, to take off his gloves and stroke her soft, round shoulders with the pads of his fingers. But mostly, he wanted her to look at him, give him the privilege to tumble into the eyes that had haunted him for to many years.

"He seems intelligent," he said simply. Unbeknownst to him, her eyes widened as all patterns that she had discovered in the sky slipped away from her like silk. Did he truly want to know about his son?

"He is," Bulma said, hiding her shock superbly. "He graduated high school last spring, it's standard schooling on earth. Most people finish when they're 18, but he did it at 16 with top honors in his class. He can go to any university he wants."

"He's strong in the mind. Perhaps with proper physical training he will be a great warrior like myself some day."

"Jesus Christ Vegeta!" she yelled, spinning to face him, her anger finally spilling over. "Is that all that matters to you? Don't you care at all about what he's like? About what he's done? No, you don't. You don't care about how old he was when he took his first step or what his first word was. Just about how strong he can be. Well if that's what it takes to be a 'great warrior,' I'm glad he's not one. I'm glad he's not like you, and if that makes him a 'disgrace' then fine. I don't want him to be even the slightest bit like you! I don't want to see my son turn into a selfish, power-hungry bastard! He's too good for that!" she finished, her voice had risen significantly in volume. She looked into his eyes and found that the usually stoic eyes held a small trace of pain. She had hurt him. She never thought it was possible, but the evidence was floating there in those black pits. Her face softened instantly and without knowing why, she moved toward him.

Cupping his face in her hands she stared into his eyes, her anger forgotten, trying to set everything right but being to stubborn to say anything. At the unexpected contact Vegeta didn't move. She thought he would have bolted the second she got close enough to touch him. Standing up on her tiptoes, she kissed him very lightly on the forehead.

"Vegeta, I-" she said, not knowing how to finish her sentence. All the anger that had been flowing through her seconds earlier had disappeared and it left room for concern and silent apologies. He said nothing and turned his face slightly, leaving a soft kiss on her thumb. With that small sign of forgiveness, she pulled him into her embrace. Vegeta's fists slowly unclenched and he let his hands rest on her back. He then kissed her forehead lightly and began dragging his fingers up and down her spine like a soft whisper. She gazed into his face before burying her head in his shoulder, inhaling his scent.

"I don't understand. One minute I want to throw you through a window and the next I..." she whispered. She didn't know what else to say. He chuckled softly, tipping her chin up to meet her eyes.

"Woman I would love to see you try to throw me through a window." He whispered huskily before his lips landed softly on her neck. He worked his way up her slender neck to her ear, nipping the lobe lightly before almost lovingly trailing kisses back down to her collarbone. Finding her waist, his hands ran slowly over the swell of her hips to the sides of her breasts and back again. Working his way down her chest, he ran his tongue across what cleavage was exposed before feeling two delicate hands along the side of his face. His head tipped upward and he was met with two eyes so deep blue he thought he would fall into them.

"Vegeta." She stated his name so plainly that he was startled by the amount of passion that flowed like a raging stream through her next words. "Kiss me." He never broke eye contact as he pulled his head up to its normal position. Studying her eyes for a second, he saw a glimmer of desire and need that was reflected in his own, but her eyes were masking something else. It was hiding want. She wanted him to kiss her. Suddenly all his inhibitions about kissing melted away, all that mattered to him was to fulfill her, to give her everything she wanted from him.

His lips touched hers so gently she wasn't sure that he had kissed her at all. The tensing of the muscles in his arms told her he had. She opened her eyes halfway to stare at his face, the expression of utter bewilderment plastered on in place of his scowl. He looked ageless to her right then; he looked as though time could not touch him. He traced her lips with his thumb and was taken by surprise when Bulma claimed his lips fiercely with her own. Her tongue darted around his mouth; the dream-like taste that belonged to him alone was jolted from her memory banks. As she deepened the kiss, he began to surrender to the feeling of having her on equal ground, remembering why he had enjoyed her so much on Namek.

He broke the kiss and reclaimed control, sliding his lips over her neck. Moving over her jaw line, her head tipped back and he caught a different scent on the air. Inhaling quickly and deeply he immediately recognized what it was. She was fertile at that moment, now that he had noticed it; it clung to her like a blanket. It made her more enticing, his biology was screaming at him to take her and continue his lineage; his evolved mind was telling him that the last thing he needed now, when he was so close to victory over King Kold, was another illegitimate heir. He inhaled her scent one last time before releasing her from his grip.

"Vegeta?" she asked, looking at him questioningly. Turning to the door he stopped in the doorway with his back to her. It took every once of control he had not to turn around and make her his. Saying nothing, he left Bulma staring in disbelief at his retreating back.