Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Stress ❯ Revelation ( Chapter 4 )

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

Stress

This Is The Enforcer,

Oh my Gods. Has it really been this long? I can't believe it! … Now on with the story!

Revelation

Vegeta looked younger while he slept. The warrior must have been over thirty but he rarely looked over twenty, and asleep he didn't look much over eighteen.

The machinery had been removed from him by now, only the iv and bandages remained. He'd been unconscious for the past three days.

Sitting down in a chair along side of the bed Bulma couldn't help but stare. She watched his bare chest as it rose and fell with his rhythmic breathing. Her eyes ran over the scars that crisscrossed his chest and abs. His ever present frown was absent, replaced by an almost peaceful look, Vegeta, peaceful, surely not.

A new pair of black spandex shorts incased his lower body, leaving very little to the imagination, Bulma wondered what it would be like to run her hands over that chest, to taste each one of those scars, actually see and touch just what was hidden inside those shorts…

Bulma blinked suddenly, snapping out of her trance. She shook her head, what had she been thinking! Such nonsense. But before she could finish berating herself, Vegeta stirred. At first it was just his head, moving from side to side, then his arms moved, pushing himself up, slowly, almost painfully, his knees bent, then gradually his eyes opened.

Deep onyx pierced bright aquamarine. There was a pause, Bulmas breath caught in her chest.

“Woman.” Then it was gone, rapidly. A rush of coldness overtook the heat that had built inside her chest and Bulma froze. How could she tell Vegeta, it was her fault, how? He was going to kill her.

He narrowed his eyes. Bulma swallowed a lump in her throat, she felt her eyes begin to burn again. Oh please, please don't let me cry, she prayed, not in front of him. She knew he would see it as a weakness and use it against her and right at that moment she didn't feel up to defending herself.

“What are you afraid of?” Vegetas gruff voice startled her out of her thoughts. Vegeta slide his legs over the edge of the bed while ripping out his iv.

“Are you afraid of me?” The prince smirked, sliding gently to the floor, bandages trailing.

Bulma frowned, “Fuck you.” She'd be damned if she let Vegeta push her around scared or no.

“You're never this afraid when you're around me woman, something is different, what has you so terrified?” Bulma couldn't conceal the wave of guilt.

“Because, Vegeta,” Bulma stopped dead in her tracks, why did it upset her so much to see the prince injured, almost killed, she hated the bastard right? Looking up at Vegeta Bulma felt her mouth go dry. She didn't know what to make of the look on his face, the way his eyes bore down on her, as if that by will alone he'd force an answer out of her.

Bulma thought about it for a second, Yamcha had been right, Bulma had been spending more and more time with Vegeta, doing things for Vegeta, at that moment Bulma realized, everyone had seen it, except her, Yamcha had been jealous.

She was too close, inches maybe, away from the warrior. Memories ran through Bulmas head, late night dinners with the prince, midnight conversations out on the deck, all the arguments, they'd had plenty of those…

Bulmas eyes grew wide, perhaps this was why she hadn't moved forward with her relationship with Yamcha. Subconscious feelings for the Prince. No way. Bulma shook her head forcefully and stood up quickly. This was sooo not happening. Taking a step back Bulma stared at Vegeta.

“What wrong with you woman, I smell…” His voice trailed off, those dark eyes grew wide, something changed in the way he held his body, Bulma stepped back slowly as Vegeta advanced on her.

“What do you smell?” Bulmas voice was but a whisper. She kept moving backwards as Vegeta moved forward until her back hit the wall and Vegeta hovered so close to her that Bulma could feel his heat against her.

“I smell…” He sniffed around her neck on both sides, placing a hand on either side of her body. His nose tickled against her, he breathed into her hair, “Lust.” His breath ruffled her hair, sent chills down her spine. Bulma openly shuddered.

Vegeta grabbed her wrists, pinning her arms above her head he pressed his body against hers. Face still in the curve of her neck.

“It breathes out of your skin, like perfume woman, such a strong scent, and it's for me.” He stuck his nose in the nape of her neck, Bulma felt him sigh, his body relaxing against hers. Bulmas breathe caught in her throat. Suddenly his hands tightened painfully around her wrists.

“You have no idea what you're doing to me woman, none.” He growled shoved himself away from her. “You're only human, you're kind could never satisfy me.” Turning on his heels he marched out of the med bay.

Bulma slid down the wall until she sat on the floor, shaking, she looked at her wrists, bruises were already blossoming on them.

A/N- Well I hope this was long enough. R&R if you please, and please do. I love to hear what people have to say.