Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Stress ❯ Choices ( Chapter 5 )

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Stress

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Steam rose up slowly from all around her lithe form as water fell in a gentle rain. It soaked her hair, ran in rivulets down her neck, shoulders and back. Drops came off the tip of her nose in a slow, steady, rhythm.

The water hid the tears that leaked out of her eyes, masking her weakness from the world. The shower was the only place she allowed her self to cry. The only place nobody else would see her.

Marring her perfect skin were deep bruises in shades of blue, black, red and purple.

As soon as she'd gathered herself up off the floor Bulma had rushed into the bathroom, terrified anyone would see the few tears that had defied her and run down her cheeks. Not that any of her family would notice though, her mom was a tad bit air headed and her dad just didn't notice much out side of his laboratory.

Bulma had come to a realization, one that shook her to the bones. When Vegeta had her trapped against the wall, she hadn't been afraid for her life, no, she'd been too distracted by the way he was looking at her, like he wanted to eat her alive and she'd enjoy every minute of it. She'd been too caught up in the way he smelled, like sweet spice and incense with an underling sent that was all male.

When she should have been begging for her life she felt her body tighten in response to his closeness, her breath had caught not in terror but lust as he pressed the line of his body to hers, the tickle of his breath on her neck made her knees weak.

Her body shook as she thought about it…she would have given herself to him right then and there without a second thought.

But he'd pushed her away, insulted her and left her lying on the ground with only her bruises as a reminder it ever happened.

How could she love a murderer? It didn't matter anyways, as soon as she told him it was her fault he'd been blown up it'd all be over. He'd either kill her and then Goku would kill him or he'd think she was an even bigger piece of shit than he already thought she was and never want anything to do with her ever again.

Why did she always fall for the wrong guy?

Bulma stayed in the shower until she was as pink as a chicken before she crawled out of the bathroom. Dressing in the coolest, softest pair of pajama pants and tank that she own she headed up to her second favorite retreat, second only to the shower because Vegeta tended to frequent the same area but amazingly left her alone when he found her up there.

The roof.

The stars were bright in the moonless sky. Bulma lay on her back picking out various constellations, a pastime that she found oddly relaxing.

She kept trying to figure it out. When had Vegeta gone from annoying, murderer to…to…whatever the hell he was now…

“Shit!” Bulma cursed bolting upright; bending a knee she put her forehead on it. What the hell was she going to do?

If things didn't hit the fan when she told him about the explosion, which wasn't very likely, where did she go from there? Could she ignore this longing in her heart? She all but knew Vegeta couldn't possibly love her. Did he even understand a concept such as love? She doubted it.

Next time she saw him she was going to tell him, she'd figured that out in the shower, she just didn't know when that would be. No one had seen hide nor hair of him since he left the med bay. Thank god no one had been monitoring the security cameras when the incident happened; Bulma had promptly disposed of those tapes.

Bulma was snapped out of her musings by a single thought…she wasn't alone.

Turning around horror movie slow her eyes came to rest on the still half naked figure of Vegeta, the bandages were gone but she could see the lingering traces of wounds barely healed crisscrossing his chest and abdomen.

With the stars as a back drop he looked every bit a Prince. But not her Prince, never her Prince…

“Vegeta.”

“Woman.”

The quite acknowledgment of each other hung thick in the air. Normally this was where he would either go to the other side of the roof, far away, or leave all together. Neither of these things happened though.

The Prince calmly strode over to Bulma and chose to roost next to her instead.

His eyes wondered among the stars. The woman followed his gaze out into the heavens and she silently wondered what he was looking for. The sky reflected itself in his eyes as he sat unblinking.

“Stop eyeballing me woman.” Vegetas voice was oddly soft. “If you have something to say, say it.”

Her heart stopped and her stomach dropped. He knew, some how he knew. Sweat broke out along her spine. Oh god, oh god. Her thoughts ran around in circles.

Closing her eyes she took a series of deep breaths. She could do this. She had to do it.

The woman didn't open her eyes as she spoke what were quite possibly her last words.

“It was me,” She took another deep breath. “I am the reason the GR exploded. Not you, not anyone else. I was too caught up in my own personal shit that I put you in danger…I almost killed you.”

Vegeta chuckled softly. A chill ran up Bulmas spine. Bowing her head the woman was prepared to except her fate.

With a growl Vegeta struck and Bulma let him take her down. She felt the Princes weight settled on her as he straddle her and trapped her wrists in his hands over her head.

“Look at me woman.” Bulma turned her head to the side. Vegeta shouted this time. “Look at me you damned woman.”

Turning her head back to face him Bulma slowly opened her eyes.

Vegetas gaze burned into her, he leaned in close to her.

“You still don't understand me.” His words were again spoken in that oddly soft un-Vegeta-like voice. “I do not fear death.”

Bulma stared into his eye; inches away from her own, Bulma could not feel afraid. She knew she should be terrified. The murderer of worlds had her pinned to the roof of her own home after she'd just admitted she'd nearly killed him, but for the life of her the only thing she could wonder was why he smelled so damned good.

His grip tightened on her already bruised wrists.

Bulma bit back a cry of pain.

“Gods woman-” Whatever Vegeta was going to say was cut short when Bulma could no longer bite back the pain that seared through her wrists and let out a small whimper.

Immediately Vegetas grip loosened to a more bearable pressure. Something flashed behind the Princes eyes as he finally noticed her black and blue wrists.

“You still don't understand me Woman.” He moved even closer so that there noses almost touched. “For all your genius, for the fact I've spent more time around you than any other being on this filthy planet, you still don't under stand me.”

His breath smelled like cinnamon, Bulmas mind ran wild, gods he was so close to her, she could feel the heat from him radiating through her.

She jumped when his forehead suddenly touched hers. What did he want from her? Bulma questioned herself. Was it possible that the great and mighty Saiyan Prince simply wanted to be understood?

Bulma froze as Vegeta inhaled deeply and rubbed his nose against her cheek.

“You believe I'll kill you, yet you aren't afraid.” Vegetas voice vibrated through her body to make her shiver.

Bulma gathered her resolve and spoke.

“Vegeta-”

The Prince cut her off.

“I knew that it was something you'd done woman. I'm a lot smart than you give me credit for and one sift through the work you'd left out on your desk told me everything. I could smell your terror and grief all over the papers.” Bulma opened her mouth but Vegeta talked over her. “I've seen the way watch me Woman; quietly from a distance, from your balcony as I leave the GR at night, out of the corners of your eyes at meal time and many other times throughout the day. You push all my buttons Woman and don't even know it.”

Vegeta pulled back from her and looked down at her.

“Do you even know what you're asking for?” Vegeta all but snarled as he tightened his grip on her wrists making Bulma cry out in pain.

“Vegeta.” Bulma pleaded with her voice for him to ease up on her wrists. “Please.”

“Every time you argue with me, every time you tend to my wounds despite my arguments, even when you force me to stop training to eat you're pushing my buttons, things as small as washing our clothes together makes it harder for me Woman.”

Bulma wasn't sure what Vegeta was talking about and it must have shown on her face.

“Woman you do have no idea.” The Prince looked astonished.

“Vegeta.” Bulma whispered as she watched him fight with something inside of him. She'd never seen so much emotion coming from Vegeta before.

Suddenly he let go of her wrists and covered his face with one of his hands, the other lay at his side.

Now that she could use her hands Bulma gave into an evil urge that she'd had since the first time she'd seen him in shorts. She didn't know what gave her the courage to do but Bulma slowly reached out and touched Vegetas legs where they rested along each side of her waist. She heard him stop breathing with a sharp sound. His legs were smooth and without hair, a Saiyan thing she guessed.

Feeling bolder when Vegeta didn't tell her to stop Bulma ran her fingertips slowly up his thighs and over his spandex shorts to rest gently at his hips. He hadn't started breathing yet.

Biting her lip Bulma decided to try her luck. She ran her hands over his hips and up to his stomach, resting one hand on each side of his belly button. He had the most spectacular set of abs that the woman had ever seen and she gave into the temptation to run her fingers over the cut lines of said abs.

A low grow leaked out from between Vegetas clenched jaws and his hands lashed out taking both of hers in his.

A feral light burned in his eyes as he stared down at her.

“You are trying my patient woman.” He was panting.

Bulma finally spoke.

“What am I doing to you Vegeta? Tell me.” His grip on her hands was slack and she knew that she could pull away if she wanted to but she didn't. She liked the feel of his hands around hers.

“You are playing with fire woman.” His words were sharp.

“Damn it Vegeta. Tell me what the fuck I'm doing to you.” The words were harsh.

“Do you really want to know? Because I'll show you…” Danger dripped from his words.

Bulma knew that Vegeta wasn't going to kill her, at least for the moment, and this thought provoked her next words.

“Show me.”

Quick as lighting Vegeta swooped down on her, slamming her hands over her head. She gasped in surprise as he crushed himself to her, capturing her lips with his. Bulmas gasp of surprise opened her mouth to him and he entered it with his tongue, searching.

Bulma closed her eyes, losing herself in the sensations. Pleasure drove it's self through her body making her back arch. Moaning, Bulma finally regained herself enough to kiss back eating hungrily at his lips.

It felt like he was touching her every where yet no where. Warmth filled her body and then it hit her.

A primal urge like she'd never felt before overwhelmed her and she screamed. The scream ended in a growl that shouldn't have been able to come out of a human. Bulma fought to get her arms free, ignoring the pain in her wrists. The Prince let her slip his grip and her hands found purchase along his back and in his hair. She raked her nails down his back, growling and whining for more. She needed more; she needed to feel him naked against.

Ripping and tearing at his back Bulma did her best to claw his shorts off as he shifted him self from straddling her to resting between her legs. The woman rubbed her legs against his marveling in the texture.

Bulma cried out in frustration, she could feel him hard and straining against the damn spandex, pressing against her meager pajama pants, but for the life of her she couldn't get the shorts off.

She was lost in herself, lost to the emotions and pure primal instincts pouring through her body. All she knew was that she needed this male that lay on top of her ravishing her. He was perfect, he was hers no one else could have him.

Then he was gone with a snarl as he pulled away from her growling something about stopping.

Stop! No she couldn't stop. He was hers and she was going to have him.

Bulma clawed at him as he pulled back she tried to make him stay where he was, she could make him do whatever she wanted, or so she thought.

Being flipped over on her stomach and having her arms pinned behind her back helped snap her out of it.

What in the hell? Bulmas mind ran yet again. What the fuck had just happened?

“Did you feel that Woman? That is what I face everyday when I am around you. You are the perfect mate.” She could feel the heat lacing his voice. “I shared with you a fraction of what runs through me. I am a dangerous man Bulma. Make no illusions to that. I have only two choices, leave here or make you mine. Which will it be? Because if you don't want me I can't stay or I'll do something regrettable.”

Bulma opened her mouth but no words would come out. He'd called her by name. He meant every word he said. By the Gods the man felt ten times that every day and never touched her until today?

“Make your choice now because I'm having a VERY hard time letting you go.” She could hear the strain in his voice.

Bulma made up her mind in a matter of seconds. She knew exactly what she was going to do. She'd always known in some small part of her mind. With her words she knew she was sealing her fate. Once Vegeta decided something was his it stayed that way.

The words that left her were barely a breath upon her lips but she knew he'd hear.

“I am yours.”

A/N: Wow okay so I know it might have been a little predictable and a rather long chapter. I don't know why but I had a horribly hard time getting this chapter out but I hope you guys like it. Questions? Comments? Please R&R.

-The Enforcer