Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Arrangement ❯ Fulfilling the contract ( Chapter 5 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Hey, folks. This chapter is a bit lemony. More like heavy lime, I guess-- You know quite well what's going on, but I'm don't go into detail. I'm sorry it took so long to get out, but I lost my connection for about 7 weeks. On the other hand, I did get some writing done for once. :)

The door to Bulma's room burst open and they fell through, pawing hurriedly at each other. Bulma found herself pinned to the floor by a very insistent Vegeta. "Not here," she gasped, kissing his neck, his ear, whatever was in reach as they fumbled with each other's clothes.

"Then where?" he growled at her as he fought with the buttons on her shirt.

She was trying to pull his white muscle tee off. "On the bed, Vegeta, the bed. That's what they're for!"

"And here I thought they were for sleeping," he muttered sarcastically.

"Well, that too, but I really don't find cold carpet to be that much of a turn on, and I'd like to get off of it."

Vegeta grinned wickedly down at her and pressed his hips harder against her. "You don't seem to mind too much," he said as her body pressed up against his in reaction.

Bulma glared at him. "Let's see how you like it!" she snapped, pushing hard against him and flipping him over. In a flash she was straddling him and finally got his shirt off. He smirked up at her and started playing with the button of her jeans.

"There are advantages to it," he said, trying to slip a finger into her pants.

She grinned down at him, running her hands admiringly over his chest. "At least let me close the door," she said. He shifted underneath her, reached a foot out and kicked the door shut.

"Now can we get on with it?" he said, staring at her with a predatory hunger that gave her goosebumps.

She'd rarely had his full attention before, but she definitely had it now. She found the intense look in his dark eyes thrilling. She smiled smugly and unhooked her bra. Running one hand slowly over one breast, she reached her other hand behind her and ran it teasingly over his crotch.

With a gasping growl, he sat bolt upright. He put one hand on her back, pulling her close and slid a finger into her panties. Their faces were centimeters away, their mouths teasing each other hungrily and their eyes locked. Bulma bared her teeth at him and threw herself against him, knocking them over. She scrambled up and got the bed between them. She was panting, but he wasn't even breathing that hard! She glared at him. "Why are you holding back for me?" she asked.

He grinned sharkily at her, baring his own teeth. "It's no fun if you can't keep up."

"I'll show YOU 'keep up', boy!" she stormed furiously. Throwing herself across the bed, she grabbed his waistband and hauled him down on the bed with her. He laughed.

"Well, that was interesting," she said, much later. It had been, too. His technique wasn't anything brilliant, and a few times she'd even found herself wondering if he'd ever had sex before, but what they had done... 'Making love' could never be applied to it. It was closer to 'making war'. It had been an epic struggle for control, no quarter given or taken, and she had enjoyed every moment.

Vegeta glanced at her from the corner where he was pulling his shorts back on, but he didn't respond.

"Post-coital talk just isn't your thing, is it?" she asked rhetorically. He grunted and smirked. She rolled over, taking the chance to admire his body again. "So, same place, same time tomorrow night?" she asked.

Again he declined to respond, but the burning glance he gave her was answer enough.

"Goodnight, Vegeta," she said.

The next morning, she looked at the mountain of food her mother had prepared and sighed. "How on Earth can he eat like that and not gain an ounce?" she grumbled in jealous exasperation.

"Now Bulma, it's not like that," her mother beamed. "He just gains muscle instead of weight. You can't tell me you haven't noticed," the blond tittered.

Bulma just managed not to choke. She still couldn't believe that her mother-- repeat her MOTHER, who had been happily married for about 30 years-- could talk about Vegeta like that. "That's even worse," she groused. "That he can eat THAT," she gestured to the piles of eggs, bacon, toast and fruit, "and stay FIT! It's inhuman, that's what it is."

"I'm NOT human, dimwit," Vegeta growled from the door. "If you're really the genius you say you are, then you people are even more pathetic than I thought." Leveling a hard stare at her, he stalked to the table and started eating.

//And here I thought getting laid was supposed to make you less tense,// Bulma grumped to herself. //I guess Vegeta is the exception. The jerk seems to thrive on conflict.//

Glaring daggers at him and wishing that she had a good comeback, she sat down and started eating her own-- much lighter-- breakfast.

A few nights later she was in her room waiting for him to finish training for the day. She stared at the ceiling, puzzling over her favorite enigma. Namely Vegeta. //What's with the Jekyll and Hyde routine?// she wondered. //During the day he's just Vegeta, The Training Machine. When we're together at night, however, he's more HERE somehow.// He was actually here now; she could hear him coming up the stairs as if he hated each one. The door to her room banged open, impacting loudly with the wall. Vegeta stomped in and, catching the door on the rebound, kicked it shut behind him.

"What did you do that for??" Bulma yelled at him. "This is my house that you're wrecking and if you want to keep the Gravity Room, then you'd better start behaving with a little more consideration!"

He didn't flare up at her outburst. He stayed where he was and stared at her with dead black eyes. The silence and the staring made her nerves crawl. "Well?" she asked with nervous anger, "are you going to come in or not?"

He grunted at her, but walked toward the bed anyway.

"Sheesh. What's with you tonight?" she asked when he got there. He sat on the edge of the bed and didn't respond. She reached out and pulled his white T-shirt off, exposing a spectacular set of bruises and a few burn marks. A hand flew to her mouth as she tried to hide her immediate gasp of sympathy. Vegeta stared stonily ahead. Tentatively, she put out a hand and started tracing the largest of the bruises. It started on the middle left of his back then it splashed around toward his front, irregularly following the line of his lower ribcage. //He must have over done it,// she thought, //but that doesn't account for his behavior, he's done this much and worse before...// Her thoughts trailed off for a second. //How many times has he come in looking this bad?// she asked herself slowly. //And he's still hasn't reached his goal. I think I would have had some kind of breakdown by now, if I were him.// She was still lightly tracing the bruise. After another minute she noticed that Vegeta had turned slightly and was staring at her. She didn't stop tracing and returned the stare levelly. "You're scary, you know that?"

A smirk ghosted across his face, then he frowned. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"Nothing," she said, watching as her fingers strayed from the bruise and started wandering over the network of scars that covered his torso.

"Well, stop it," he snapped.

She paused slightly. "Why? Does it hurt?"

"Of course not!"

"Then why should I stop?"

"Because I told you to!"

Now she smiled. "And since when have I done what you told me to?"

"You'd better start, if you want to live through the night," he growled.

"If you kill me," she pointed out sweetly as her fingers lingered on a razor-thin scar with a particularly jagged one next to it, "then we won't have any more play time together." She looked up and smiled even more when she saw that he seemed to be thinking that over. She sat up, and putting one hand on his chest, pushed him down on the bed. He stared hard at her, but he must have decided that it was harmless, because he let her continue. She went over every inch of his body like that, slowly and lightly, until she stopped at his tail stub.

"Leave that alone," he growled.

She sat back and just looked at him silently. He was lying on the bed before her, and the soft light of her lamps glowed on his skin. It turned his body into a bright and shadowy map of pain. //How much of that was done to him, and how much of it did he do to himself?// she wondered.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer."

His sharp words shook her out of the strange thoughtful mood she was in. "Now there's an interesting idea," she said, grinning evilly at him. "Could I show it to my friends?"

"Of course not!" he yelled, reflexively putting himself into an attack position.

"You're so cute when you're shocked and indignant."

He sputtered in rage.

She grinned at him.

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