Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Ten ❯ Seventh Conversation ( Chapter 7 )

TEN

Seventh Conversation

 

by mariamcardoso

Beta: partytimexelent

 

DISCLAIMER: NOT. MINE.

 

She had told him. She had actually told him. She had told him she loved him. Amazingly, he hadn't said anything and simply laid there with his head in her lap, holding her waist, as she cried her eyes out. She fell asleep a few minutes later and when she woke up, she was alone on the couch, lying, covered with a blanket. Her mother had probably covered her with it.

 

She had slept quite a lot. It was 10:23 PM when she looked at the clock. Her night was going to be spent doing anything but sleeping. She had to get something to do, but first she was going to eat something. She was starving. She got up and threw the blanket to the back of the couch. Something fell to the ground with a thud. His gloves. Apparently, he had forgotten his gloves or simply didn't want to wake her to get them from under her. She grabbed them and stuck them in her pocket, with half the gloves hanging out. She headed to the kitchen.

 

She found her mom in the kitchen washing the thousands of plates Vegeta had obviously used. She and her dad had tried to convince her to have a dishwasher. They only tried it once. She had started lecturing them that she was a capable woman and that they should not rely on machines so much.

 

“Hey, mom, what do we have to eat?” she said with a husky voice.

 

“Welcome back from the dead, honey. I made beef with oyster sauce and rice. It's splendid if I may say so myself. Want some? I saved you a plate because otherwise, Vegeta would have eaten it all.” Her mother said with a warm smile.

 

“Yeah, I'm starving. I'll get it. Continue with your path for clean dishes,” she said with a smile.

 

Her mother smiled back and turned to her task. Bulma grabbed her plate from the fridge and put it in the microwave for a few minutes. It smelled great already. The microwave beeped, she opened it, and took the plate. She put the plate on the table, grabbed the chopsticks and got a glass of peach juice. The smell wafted to her nose as Bulma sat down. She took a piece of meat and rice and put it in her mouth.

 

“Oh my God! Why haven't you done this before?! It's amazing.” Bulma said as she made her impression of a Saiyan eating.

 

“It's a new recipe I found. It's really good. Even my dear Vegeta said so,” the blonde woman said as she dried her hands.

 

Bulma chocked. Vegeta what?!

 

Mrs. Briefs slapped her daughters back.

 

“Are you okay?”

 

“Fine, mom.” She said as she had a sip of her juice.

 

Her mother turned and started walking to the sink. She grabbed a glass and filled it with water.

 

“Is Vegeta alright? Did something happen?” her mother asked.

 

“No. Why?” Bulma asked as she wiped her mouth with a napkin.

 

“He was awfully quiet, but then he commented my food. He has never done that before. When we're having dinner he usually gives his opinions on what your father and I are talking about. Today he said nothing. After he finished eating, which wasn't much for his standards, he said the food was great and he said thank you. Then he flew away.” She said with her constant smile.

 

“Flew away? To where?” she said with a tint of panic in her voice.

 

“I don't know, honey. Well, I'm going to sleep. Goodnight.”

 

Did he leave? Was he coming back? He said thank you. He never does anything after dinner. He goes directly to his room. Maybe he's there…

 

“Goodnight, mom.”

 

Bulma stood up and went upstairs. Looking at the end of the corridor, she could see Vegeta's door. She went to her room. She dressed in one of Yamcha's old t-shirts as her pyjamas. It was too hot a night to dress in anything else. She was thinking about dressing only in her underwear but if a long time ago she had no problem showing her body, now she was a little more reserved…the key word being little. She might run into some employees in the morning and being in only her underwear with guys looking like they wanted to eat her alive wasn't a good beginning for a healthy day. It seemed stupid that she couldn't walk as she wished in her own house, but her father insisted in having his office in his house instead of at the main CC building, which was two hundred meters away.

 

She looked at the clock. It read 11:02 PM. Bulma left her bedroom with the conviction that she would use this sleepless night to work on some blueprints she had started two months ago. She had become blocked and couldn't finish them. It was absolutely frustrating.

 

As she closed her bedroom door, she glanced at Vegeta's.

 

Was he home?

 

She headed to her study room to get the three blueprints and a capsule with a table big enough for the three sheets. Having big bedrooms and capsules made Bulma's day. She propped the three rolled blueprints and put them under her left arm. Next, she grabbed the capsule and headed to her bedroom again.

 

When she reached the corridor, she glanced at Vegeta's door again.

 

Oh, what the hell!

 

Bulma walked to his door and stopped when she reached it. She knocked twice. No answer. She opened the door and peeked inside. Dark and empty. No Vegeta in sight. She entered, pressed the capsule open, and set the blueprints on top of the table. She turned the ceiling light on and looked around the room.

 

There was a pair of pants on the back of a chair-- his pyjamas. The bed was made and the closet was slightly opened, showing only black, blue, grey, white, one pink and one beige pieces of clothing. Predictable.

 

She started to work on her blueprints when she heard a noise at the door. Her head turned as the door opened to reveal Vegeta in his usual attire, but with what she learned to call a troubled face.

 

“What are you doing here?” he uttered.

 

“Working on some blueprints.”

 

He entered, closed the door behind him, grabbed his pyjama pants and headed to his bathroom. He got out seconds later dressed only in his pyjama pants, walked to his bed, and fell on top of it. Bulma followed him with her eyes the whole time.

 

“Do it in your room.”

 

“I was waiting for you. I need to talk to you and give you something. I'll go get it. Just wait a minute,” she said as she left his bedroom.

 

A minute later, she came back and jumped onto the bed next to him. She sat looking at him as he laid with his hands behind his head staring at her.

 

“Here, you forgot them.” She said with a smile.

 

He looked between the gloves at her. He took the gloves and shoved them in a drawer next to his bed.

 

“What's wrong with you?” she asked as she got up from the bed and fixed her t-shirt.

 

“Nothing.”

 

She started to work on her blueprints.

 

“You're strange. Mom says you didn't eat too much, you complimented her food, and even thanked her.”

 

“I don't understand you. If I don't do those things, I'm an ungrateful bastard, but if I do them I'm strange. You say you love me, whatever that means, but you're sorry. What the hell do you want?” he said with a frown.

 

Bulma stood paralyzed. Her lips moved but no sound would come out.

 

He was confused. Vegeta was actually confused-- trapped even. He didn't know what to do.

 

“We-We're used to you not saying anything. I only bitched at you the first few months and…”

 

She sat on the table and looked at him. He was sitting on the bed with his feet on the ground.

 

“And?” Vegeta said as he stared at her.

 

Bulma bit her bottom lip.

 

“I said I was sorry because you hate those kinds of feelings, because they disgust you, because you think they are weak and… I was saying sorry to myself too, because I know you're going to make me suffer like no one ever will.” She said calmly.

 

He got up and moved to stand in between her legs. She flinched when his hands hit the table next to her hips and he pushed her legs open wider to accommodate him.

 

He stood there just looking her in the eyes even more confused than he was before.

 

“What, exactly, is love?” he murmured innocently.

 

Bulma blushed an angry shade of red. Vegeta with an innocent air was so sexy.

 

“Lo-love is when you want someone so much it hurts. It's when you can't think of anything else but that person. It's when you can't stand to see that person cry. It's when you long to see that person laugh. It's when you want to spend the rest of your life with that person.”

 

Vegeta seemed to process the information thoroughly.

 

“I want you.” He said as he grabbed her thighs.

 

Bulma pushed his hands away.

 

“You want sex. It's different. I want you.” Bulma said as she touched his face with her hands.

 

Vegeta stepped back and sat on the bed again. She could see he was thinking.

 

Bulma re-capsuled the table and rolled the blueprints. She left his bedroom to put the things in hers. He followed her.

 

“Doesn't love involve sex?”

 

She didn't turn to face him.

 

“Yes.”

He frowned. He was starting to get tired of these charades.

 

“I don't understand anything.”

 

She turned to him and took a few steps in his direction.

 

“Have you kissed before?” she asked with a tint of red to her cheeks.

 

Vegeta only nodded.

 

“Then kiss me.” She murmured as she closed the space between them.

 

Vegeta's eyes widened as he took a step back.

 

The prince of Saiyans was fleeing from a human woman. Disgraceful.

 

He put his hand on the small of her back and pulled her to him in one second. Her breathing was already fast and he wasn't doing anything yet.

 

He lowered his head to hers in a flash and captured her lips with such haste and force that she trembled in his arms. He was frantic. He needed more from her than this. His tongue was gentle but fast. She could feel his heartbeat going up.

 

His hands went to her back to pull her closer and descended to her butt.

 

She pulled away abruptly.

 

“Tha-that's lust,” she said, trying to control her breathing.

 

He took a step towards her.

 

“No. It's my turn.” She said firmly.

 

Vegeta stopped dead in his tracks.

 

She looked him in the eyes and advanced towards him. As soon as her arms could reach, her hands were in his face, caressing, discovering, passing over the cheeks, eyebrows, ears and finally his lips. He leaned forward, seeking for another kiss. She shook her head with a smile. Her arms went around his neck, slowly and gently.

 

“You're playing with me.” He said with an angry face.

 

“I'm showing you, not playing.” Bulma uttered as she glanced at his lips.

 

“Then do it!” the Saiyan said anxiously.

 

Without breaking eye contact, Bulma leaned in and pressed a tentative kiss to his lips. He tried to continue the kiss but she bit his bottom lip. He growled.

 

“You have to be patient.” Bulma explained.

 

She leaned in again and, still looking into his eyes, kissed him, her lips moving slowly against his. His eyes widened when she started to use her tongue, slowly. So slow. So… lovingly. He adopted her rhythm. It was so much better this way. He didn't know. His eyes closed first.

 

When she saw his eyes close and felt him slow down, her eyes filled with tears. She had dreamed of this kiss.

 

They pulled away, breathing heavily. He was looking at her in awe but his expression soon changed to something she hadn't seen before and couldn't name. It was a new expression.

 

He cleaned a tear that had fallen down her face, lowered his head, and left the room without a word.

 

He knew the difference now but he didn't feel the same way as her. Maybe he couldn't. He wanted her but not in that way. He would be with her only to satisfy his lust. When he got tired, he would throw her away. She knew it.

 

She headed to her bed and lied on her side facing the open window. It was going to be a long night.

 

Vegeta entered his bedroom, still breathing heavily and closed the door shut. It was different. It was as different as he and Frieza, but it was too much for him. He couldn't make his heart slow down, no matter how hard he tried.

 

She was dangerous, at least for him. He knew that now.