Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Tension ❯ Chapter 8 ( Chapter 8 )

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AN: I'm not a big fan of authors notes but I feel this chapter calls for one. This story seems to be writing itself, so this chapter came unexpectedly. If you're young and innocent avert your eyes now. I tried very hard to avoid smut, but it was very hard to write a detailed fic without it. Any input would really be appreciated here. Anyways, enjoy. And anyone who has reviewed me, thank you sooo much. You're all great.

Chapter 8

Vegeta slowly shifted into consciousness. His whole body ached. He opened his eyes. Where was he? The room was white and sparse and there were machines making beeping noises that seemed to be attached to him. He pulled off the sticky pads and pulled the needle out of his arm. He sat up a little and looked around. Bulma was sitting in a chair next to his bed. What was she doing there? Bulma stirred. She must have noticed Vegeta moving. She opened her eyes and looked at him.

"You're awake." Bulma stated.

"So it seems."

"How are you feeling?" Concern showing on her face.

"Fine." He wasn't about to tell her how sore he was. Bulma seemed to sense this and started to rise.

"How long have I been here?" Vegeta asked.

"Two days."

"And you?"

"The same." She seemed slightly embarrassed by this.

"Hmpf." Vegeta wasn't quite sure what to say. He wanted to thank her, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

"Well, I'll leave you to it. I need to shower and have a proper sleep." Bulma rose, and left the room, touching his arm as she left.

Vegeta lay back and closed his eyes. Maybe everything hadn't gone wrong after all. He and Bulma were still friends. Friends? When had they become friends? He felt warm inside and he was thinking about her when he fell asleep.

Hours later Vegeta awoke feeling completely healed. He guessed it was late afternoon by the sunshine coming through the small window. He got out of bed and discovered he was dressed in a hospital gown. He looked at it in disgust and was about to tear it off and rip it to shreds when he realised he couldn't see his other clothes. He had a good look round and discovered that they were nowhere to be found. He'd have to make his way back to his room wearing a dress that was slightly too small with a tie up back that left nothing to the imagination. He'd just have to hope no one saw him. He crept out of the room, trying not to make a sound.

He was at the end of the hallway leading to his room, not having to run into anyone, though there had been a couple of close calls that involved diving into closets. Very undignified. But at least it was private indignity instead of public. He growled. The damn dress.

All of a sudden Bulma walked out of her room. Vegeta flinched inwardly. She started when she saw him. Then an evil grin appeared on her face and she walked up to him.

"Love the dress. It really brings out your eyes." She smirked.

Vegeta feigned indifference, a scowl plastered on his face.

Bulma walked in a circle around him., and faced him again, standing very close to him.

"Brings out your arse too, it seems. Very nice." She giggled.

Vegeta didn't know what to do, so he did the only thing he could think of. He kissed her. Bulma froze. That was the last thing she had expected. Then she kissed him back. Her hands went to his hair, and then remembering the gown she let the slip down his back. She undid the top knot and the gown slipped down a couple of inches.

Vegeta pulled back

"That's not fair." He almost pouted. Which looked kinda funny when combined with his constant scowl. Bulma giggled at his expression. Then she grinned evilly and opened the door to her room and pulled him inside.

Vegeta stroked her hair and looked into her eyes. He brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face. He traced her jaw with his finger, and brushed it over her lips. He then traced her neck and collarbone, and retraced the path of his finger with his lips.

Bulma lifted his head up and kissed him again. Her hands moved back to his gown. She untied the rest of the knots and the gown slid to the ground. She spoke into his ear.

"As good as that looked on you, it looks better on the floor." She nibbled his ear. Vegeta groaned.

"It's still not fair."

"Do something about it, then." Bulma took a step back and held her arms up. Vegeta growled deep in his throat and jumped forward to tug her top over her head. He then undid her jeans and crouched down and watched each new inch of flesh as it was revealed. He pulled them off her feet and worked his way back up, trailing kisses up each of her legs.

Bulma stood there in her underwear with no trace of embarrassment. Vegeta stood back and admired her. She was gorgeous, and he was more than a little turned on. It was showing. Bulma looked back at him, his body was amazing, like a greek god. She decided to tease him a little. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, and removed it slowly. Vegeta moved towards her but she pushed him away. She then extracted himself from her panties. Vegeta hesitated and Bulma beckoned to him. He rushed forward and kissed her again. He let his hands explore her body, the curve of her breasts, her hips, her stomach and her thighs, stopping before he got too high, teasing her. She moaned.

All of a sudden Vegeta wrapped his arms around her legs and lifted her, holding her across his arms and breaking the kiss. Bulma squealed and clung to him. He moved over to the bed, never taking his eyes off her. He kissed her head and put her down gently on the bed. He lay down next to her and propped himself up on his elbow.

"You okay?" He mumbled. He didn't like to ask for anything, but he didn't want to do anything against her will.

Bulma smiled. "You think I take my clothes off for just anyone?" It was sweet, Vegeta checking on her.

He kissed her neck and worked his way down her body. She moaned with pleasure and pulled him on top of her. She didn't want to wait another moment.

He entered her gently, not wanting to hurt her. Then he withdrew almost all the way and and thrust back in, every time going in a little deeper, and every time her hips rose to meet his, her hands clawing at his back.

Bulma screamed. He could feel her climaxing and the increased pressure was more than he could stand. He groaned and fell to her side, careful not to crush her. They both lay panting. Vegeta reached across and kissed her, and wrapped her in his arms. Bulma felt a sense of security she had never felt before. She fell asleep feeling safe and loved.

Vegeta watched her for as long as he could keep his eyes open, and slowly he drifted off too.