Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Dark Duke ❯ Lilacs ( Chapter 19 )
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By: okieday17 
Vegeta gets a rather bothersome summons from Basil
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.20.2012 | Pages: 4 | Words: 7.8K | Visits: 774 | Status: Work In Progress
Vegeta gets a rather bothersome summons from Basil
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.20.2012 | Pages: 4 | Words: 7.8K | Visits: 774 | Status: Work In Progress
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Warnings: Cussing and Lemon.
A/N: Uhm, do people still call it lemon? Well I do. I'm bringing it back. Back to when you had to find your fanfiction on rando websites, furiously searching for places where the full story was put up, especially when you only had an hour on a dialup computer, and you NEEDED to finish the story you were reading. Sigh. The good ol' days.
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Chapter Nineteen: Lilacs
Vegeta stared at the correspondence he had received from Basil, a large frown forming on his face as the words of the missive sank in. Once again it was about flowers, but lilac (the code word Vegeta had chosen for Bulma way back when...) was staring him in the face, seeming to grow larger as the rest of the words grew smaller.
LILACS are proving to be the 'it' flower of the season. We must populate your gardens with them--I will bring samples of LILACS for you to pick from tomorrow, at noon by the folly.
Vegeta's read and re-read the message for the hundredth time, translating it again, just in case he was mistaken about what Basil was trying to tell him. The folly part at noon was clear, if nothing else. The folly was a popular, yet often secluded, part of Hyde Park where a fake version of an ancient Roman ruin had been constructed a few summers past when crumbling ruins had been in style. Vegeta had never bought into the fad, even when other Peer's had built crumbling cottages, Roman and Greek ruins, and other such folly's--and he was now proud to say he was not forced to tear one down with the changing attitudes of fashion.
But still, this furrowing of his brow had nothing to do with the folly itself or even his general dislike for them--this had to do with bringing Bulma to meet Basil. That was the other part of the note he could pretend to misunderstand. Basil wanted to meet Bulma, that much was clear. It said he would bring a sample of lilacs, but it really was a summons for Vegeta to bring Bulma with him to the meeting. Vegeta just could not hash out why Basil would want to meet with her, and that was what was bothering him. Well, a lot of things were bothering him, truth be told, but this one was at the forefront of his mind.
Well, that was not technically true either. Ever since the encounter at the Opera a few nights ago, Vegeta had been struck with the kind of lust one did not simply shake off (no pun intended) or find release from through any means other than copulation with the woman one desired. Vegeta was no fool, and he was ready to admit that he wanted to have an affair with Bulma (needed might be the better word, as touching her had become as essential to him as breathing air was) and was willing to take the chance of carrying on an affair in his house with the Briefs and the dowager only down the hall.
Unfortunately, Bulma was not yet ready to admit the same.
The night of the opera, Vegeta had waited until he was sure everyone would be asleep and then had quietly crept his way to Bulma's chamber's in nothing but his dressing robe. He had smiled saucily when he had been able to enter her apartments with no problem, crossing the floor as silently as a ghost as he approached her bedroom door. So she had left her door unlocked, had she? There could be no mistaking the message behind that unbolted door...
As he reached for the knob of her bedroom door, though, his smile dissipated as he tried to turn the knob and found resistance.
It was locked.
Vegeta frowned at the doorknob, taking his hand off, staring at it, and then putting his hand back on the knob, turning it again.
Still locked.
Maybe she had locked it out of habit?
So he had softly rapped at her door, trying to gain her attention. He was glad her bedroom door was not in the hallway as he would have been there for anyone to find, standing there in nothing but a robe, knocking at Bulma's door. How humiliating.
At least in her apartments he was given some modicum of privacy. "Bulma...."
Maybe she had fallen asleep? He smirked as he thought about her earlier tonight, when he had been ruthlessly making her cum with his mouth, in a place where she had to silence her screams. He thought about the thrill of making her moan and groan, in a place where at any moment they could be caught. Dear Kami. He was growing hard just thinking about it, just thinking about her--her taste, the feel of her. Perhaps he had exhausted her so much with his relentless tongue she had fallen asleep...that certainly was plausible....
But then, through the closed door, he heard a hushed, "Vegeta?"
Vegeta straightened. "Yes. Let me in."
A pause, a slight hesitation, and then, "No."
Vegeta stared at the door confused, then, as her words sunk in, he frowned at the still implausibly closed door as if it were Bulma. "What do you mean, no?"
Bulma's voice grew louder as she grew bolder, "I mean no, Vegeta. A woman has a right to say no."
Vegeta growled, leaning closer to the door, "I respect that woman, a woman always has a right to say no...but a man has a right to know why a woman is saying no when not even four hours ago that woman was crying out as that same man was between her legs. So I repeat myself--what do you mean, no?"
Another pause, and Vegeta could almost picture her blushing, "I don't think we should do this Vegeta. Things can get very complicated very quickly."
Vegeta recognized the wisdom in that, but his unsatisfied lust made him irritable. "So what? We're supposed to just ignore what exists between us--again?!"
Her voice was soft, "Yes. It's for the best."
Vegeta was dangerously close to yelling level as he whispered, "The hell it is!" Vegeta took a few steps away, trying to reign in his temper before he brought someone to her apartments with his screaming. The last thing he needed was for someone to find out about them--hell, it was the whole reason he was sneaking around right now in the middle of the night, instead of grabbing her and taking her as soon as they had gotten home.
Vegeta closed his eyes, took a deep breath and counted to ten at least fifty times before he turned back to the door, keeping his voice low as he approached the mahogany. "Bulma? Are you still there?"
"Yes."
"I am leaving."
"Good."
Vegeta scowled at the door, but then put his face close to it, imaging hers on the other side, close to his. "But I want you to know one thing before I go."
He waited for her to respond, and when she did, she sounded curious, "What is it?"
Vegeta smirked, making his voice as velvety as possible, "I know that what you experienced earlier isn't enough. I know that even though your body came already tonight, multiple times, that you and I both know that there is so much more than what has already happened. My tongue and fingers aren't enough--there's an ache inside of you, a void only I can fill, and you're not letting me. You need me, inside of you, on top of you, as I slide in and out of you, over and over again. You need the heat of my body, the fire that exists between us to satisfy that throbbing within your body and you're not going to find it by yourself. You need me Bulma--just remember that. The only reason you're not already being fulfilled is because of your own...pride? Wisdom? Whatever you want to call it. Just remember, that it is all because of you that you are not going to find satisfaction anytime soon. Come find me when you are ready to admit you want me, like a grown-up, and are done denying it like a child..."
And then he walked away, satisfied in that he had gotten the last word. If nothing else, he bitterly thought as he walked back to his chambers, waking countless servants for a much-needed cold bath.
Over the last couple of days Vegeta had played it cool, and had left Bulma alone, needing time to think of a new strategy. He had been a fool to approach her--he knew that Bulma could play ice queen better than most and that if he provoked her too much, she would close off in an instance. So he had decided to plant the seeds of lust in her, bide his time, and then set about properly seducing her. Vegeta's newest plan of attack centered around him not approaching her at every opportunity, to wait her out, to make her come to him. He remembered her jealousy when she had found Melinda's lipstick stains, and he knew that she wanted him.
He just needed to be patient, and wait for her to realize that.
But it seemed that fate was intervening. Vegeta had been ready to let Bulma stew for a few more days after the opera incident, to make her go crazy with wonder at why he was not approaching her--and Basil was telling him that he needed to go see her now. What the hell was it about his plans that always seemed to go so far awry with this damn woman? Could he honestly not be left with his own schemes when it came to her?
When he wanted to avoid her, fate pushed them together, when he wanted to be with her, things kept them apart. It truly was not fair.
How was a man supposed to implement a simple seduction around here?!
But that was not the issue right now. What was the issue was that Vegeta now had to find Bulma, and tell her that they would be meeting with Basil the next day--his plan be damned. He sighed at that thought, but rose, knowing he would not deny his job as a spy, even if it did interfere with him finally getting the woman he had been desiring for the past few months in his damn bed (and not a damn garden, or a damn opera box).
Vegeta left the ducal office, already frowning, his destination the numerous drawing and sitting rooms Bulma used as her personal courts during tea times, scowling as he thought about the score of people he would have to fight through just to talk to her. Saiyan Hall had never been as busy as it was the afternoons Bulma held tea here, the noise of chatter and gossip coming through to him every tea time, even when he was working in his secret office. It drew his frustration to no end, but he could hardly ban people from coming over. Bulma would just go to their house, and then...well, then he would not know where she was.
He did not know when it started, but Vegeta liked being able to keep tabs on Bulma, to know where she was at all times. Something about knowing they were under the same roof--it comforted him, gave him some peace of mind. Even if it caused his hackles to rise simply from hearing her laugh with anyone else. Still, better to know that she was here chattering with people, rather than wondering what she was doing away from him.
As Vegeta searched Bulma's usual places, though, there was no sign of her, or even of a tea service being prepared or having just been served. Odd--maybe it was one of those rare days when Bulma took tea outside of the house. He sighed, deciding to come back from his club early tonight to see if he could catch her before she fell asleep so they could have this conversation. He needed to prepare her for meeting Basil tomorrow--he could not afford for her to embarrass him in front of the man he would have to work with for as long as he lived. Vegeta frowned when he realized that might not be an excessively long time--when he lost track of his thoughts as he noticed that the library door was left open.
Vegeta, curious as to who would be in the library (it was not time for one of his and Bulma's meetings), walked in, observing that the curtains were closed, the room dark except for the mild lighting of candles. As he continued his sweep, Vegeta was mildly surprised to see that it was indeed Bulma in the library, her back to him, unnoticing of another occupant of the room. What the devil was she doing in here? He knew that she liked to work in her sitting room (ever since he had gotten back from France and reclaimed his secret office), and only came in here when they were to meet.
To find the blue-haired heiress, her head bowed low as she lay on the couch, a blanket covering her as she sat writing, drew his curiosity. He could not help himself from entering the room as she worked, watching her silently for a few moments, studying the curve of her neck, revealed to him with her hair pulled into a messy bun. He would very much like to taste her heated flesh, right there below her ear, where it looked so smooth--he imagined how delicious she would taste in that exact spot.
Vegeta was growing fanciful though, so he forced himself to stop fantasizing and instead walk heavily into the room as he took the seat he always occupied when they had their meetings. Bulma looked up as he entered and he was pleased to see that a faint blush spread on her cheeks as she took him in. She did not speak at first, and then she softly said, "Hello."
Vegeta was extremely glad to see that he being here affected her, and he hoped that her indifference to him had left her completely. As he considered speaking to her in a seductive tone, whispering hello back, he got distracted as he took her in. She was dressed in her night rail, with her dressing gown wrapped tightly around her, as well as several blankets. Her hair was up with no ornamentation (as he was used to from her), her skin was wan, and she had large, dark circles underneath her eyes. He frowned as he took her in. "Are you ill?"
Bulma cocked her head as she took him in, her lips drawing in. "Why? Do I look ill?"
Vegeta examined her, and decided now was not the time to seduce her. Especially as some odd, protective side of him wanted to nothing more than to carry her back to her own bed, where he could wrap her in blankets, and feed her broth. An extremely odd and discomforting thought that he instantly banished as he spoke truthfully to her, "Yes. You look like you haven't slept in days."
Bulma shrugged, looking down at the paper she had been working on. As she looked back up at him he noticed that her blue eyes stood out in stark contrast to the dark circles, making her look even more dainty and beautiful at the same time. "I think I might be burning the midnight oil too hard these past few weeks and it finally caught up with me. I woke up this morning feeling like I had not slept, and I'm not quite queasy, but even the thought of food has me--" She stopped, closed her eyes, letting out a breath, before she opened her eyes again, shrugging at him, "I'm sorry. I do not mean to bore you with personal details you could care less about."
Vegeta could have refuted her at this point, informing her that he was quite curious as to what she was feeling, but he remained silent and stoic as he sat with his arms crossed. Maybe her personal assessment was correct--she had been keeping herself well occupied, between being social, working on her experiments and even this spy business. She always returned Basil's translations a day or two after he sent them to her--working at a much more efficient pace than those they hired at the war offices to translate did. Because of this, Basil had been sending more and more over to her--her workload was incredibly high. Perhaps they were overworking her?
Vegeta had to admit he was a little surprised to see her admit to such a fallacy as being overburdened. He had admired her ability to do it all...maybe that admiration had been misplaced?
Bulma sighed again, drawing his attention, rubbing her forehead. "Needless to say I did not wake up feeling well, and so I decided to take a day off from being the most popular girl in all of London." She gave him a waning smile at that point. "Of course, now that I've decided to take the day off from doing...well, anything...I feel much better now. I think I just need to sleep a bit more at night."
Vegeta did not disagree with her, studying her silently instead. Sensing that she was not looking for pity from him (a fools errands that would be, as Vegeta did not do pity, and he knew she was smart enough to know this), he gave her a curt nod. A silence descended over them, and Bulma went back to writing. Vegeta knew he should just tell her the message that Basil had sent along, instead found himself asking, "How are things going with the ship?"
Bulma looked at him, eyebrows raised in shock as her hand stilled on the paper she had been writing on. "Do you actually care?"
Vegeta felt a ping of annoyance at her questioning of him (was it really that surprising that he should ask how the taking apart of his ship was going), so he growled, "Would I be asking if I didn't?"
Bulma gave a weak laugh, laying the pencil down on top of her lap as she smiled at him, "That is a valid point. You don't do small chat, do you?" She did not even wait for his answer before continuing, "It's going better than expected. I believe I can have your ship ready for a trial run in the next few weeks. My tests with model boats have all been going smoothly." She frowned, looking past him for a second as she spoke almost to herself, "Well, not counting the fire's and the capsizing." Vegeta felt his mouth open at this, but Bulma just looked back at him, shrugging again. "There's a big difference between models and real boats, though--and by the time I take your ship to the Thames, I know we won't even have to worry about silly things like explosions or going too fast for our weight."
Vegeta felt himself choking as he realized what she was saying. "Catch on fire?"
Bulma's gaze sharpened on him and he saw the old flames, which had always sparked a matching fire in him, in those eyes. "Honestly Vegeta, must you focus on the negative?"
Vegeta stared at her incredulous. "Oh excuse me--sorry if I'm concerned for the state of one of my ships if your models keep turning over and exploding!"
Bulma scowled at him. "Come on Vegeta, don't you know that an experiment must go wrong a hundred times before it is successful?"
Vegeta scowled right back. "Sorry, I am not a scientist--in my line of work, if you don't do it right the first time, you die."
Bulma shook her head, looking at her work, muttering under her breath, "Always so damn negative...."
Vegeta was irritated. Irritated with the way she was labeling him, irritated with the way she was acting so flippantly, and so he impetuously said, "You try living what I've lived through and try to tell me where the hell the positive side of life is."
Bulma's eyes grew large as he spoke, and she asked him, "And what have you lived through?
Vegeta considered giving her a slice of what his hellish life had been like before, but instead he simply frowned at her, grumbling, "You would not understand."
Bulma was going to say something, opened her mouth, than closed it. She resorted to just crossing her arms and frowning. "Is there a reason you came here? Or are you just here to point out how horrible I look, how you don't trust me with your ship, and how you think I'm an idiot who does not understand life?"
Vegeta pursed his lips in disapproval, than begrudgingly informed her, "Basil wants to meet with you tomorrow."
Bulma furrowed her brow. "What?"
Vegeta sighed, then handed her the note. Bulma scanned it quickly, then looked up at him. "Interesting. He doesn't say why. Do you have any idea?"
Vegeta shrugged, but stood, deciding that now that she knew, it would be better if he left. He was not sure what his new plan of attack was with her, and so he thought it best if he just evacuated before he said something else to earn her ire. Especially as she was rather testy at this moment--and, truth be told, so was he. Everything about her was like nails on a chalkboard for him at this moment. "I will meet you in the foyer at eleven-thirty a.m. sharp, though. It's best if we arrive there as close to noon as possible. Do not be late."
He was striding his way out, and he heard Bulma saying his name, but he walked on, ignoring her--needing to get away. Now that she was not acting like an invalid, he felt the never ceasing pulsing of desire coursing through his veins, especially as she spoke back to him. As he was about to walk through the doorway though, he felt something tap on the back of his head and he froze.
Vegeta frowned at the open door and the foreign sensation, then turned around, feeling his irritation hit a boiling point as he looked down at the pencil that had bounced harmlessly off the back of his head. The very pencil that Bulma had been writing with not that long ago. As he looked back up at her, his anger rising, he frowned as he saw she was on her knees on the couch, leaning on the back of it as she stared at him. She looked at him triumphant, and simply said, "No."
Vegeta took a second, turned back to the door, closing it very softly, deciding to lock it (he would need privacy to murder her) and then stalked closer to Bulma, growling, "What do you mean, no?"
Bulma looked behind him to the closed door with a flick of her eyes, choosing not to comment. She looked at him, only smirking, and did not lean away as he stopped on the other side of the couch, the back the only thing separating them. "I mean no, I will not go with you to the park tomorrow."
Vegeta leaned closer, his eyes narrowing. "Why not? Are you finally realizing what a shitty spy you would make? Too afraid to meet Basil?"
Bulma frowned at his words, and then tapped his forehead with her finger. "Think Vegeta! Kami, you can be such an idiot sometimes!"
Vegeta moved his face closer to hers, his nose practically touching hers as her position on the couch made them almost the same height. "You better explain that sentiment now, or else face my wrath."
Bulma smirked at him as she re-crossed her arms. Vegeta tried not to get distracted by the motion, but her dressing gown was untied and as she crossed her arms, her unbound breasts got pushed up, plumped up--making his already erratic heartbeat skip another beat. Her voice saved him from giving into lust right then, as she told him in that sugar sweet tone of hers, "Gladly. If we show up at the park at the same time tomorrow, we will draw the attention of every single person in the park. I'm the incomparable of the season, you're one of the most eligible bachelors in all of England! We can't show up together! How the hell could we have a secret spy meeting if we're being followed by every gossip in the Ton?"
Vegeta growled at the truth in her words, then mimicked her stance, crossing his arms and frowning at her. "So what's your brilliant plan then?"
Bulma smirked at him. "You go to the park by yourself, and I go with Ka...no, fuck it. He was my brother before he was your cousin. I'll go with Goku." Vegeta felt his anger pump through him at not only her use of unladylike cussing, but of Kakarrot's fake name as well, though he said nothing. "At ten to noon, I will create a distraction for Goku, and meet you by the folly."
As Vegeta studied her, the proud way she had her head tilted, the way she was softly panting from her angry deliverance of her plan, he had to fight the strange urge he had to smile. She was back--Bulma was back. No more of this super polite, extremely fake Bulma--the real one was back. She had insulted him, cursed him, and damn if she had not got his blood boiling. He would much rather have this version of Bulma back...if he could make her angry, he reasoned, he could make her passionate--just like he had in the gardens, and just like he had at the opera the other night....
Maybe fate had intervened at exactly the right time.
He had thought to wait her out even longer than a few days, but with the way she was looking at him, he knew he had her on the usual precipice that heralded the crumbling of whatever walls she put up between them. So he decided to help her off that precipice, and make her angry.
"Not a bad plan..." She smiled at him, and Vegeta waited for the right moment to give her a wicked smirk, "For a girl."
It was like he had set off a cannon. Her reaction was instantaneous, and he could not have predicated it more accurately if he had tried. Her whole body stiffened, and the next time she spoke her voice was an angry hiss. "What do you mean--like a girl?! I'm a fucking genius Vegeta! You're nothing but...but a...a dumb aristocrat!"
Vegeta fought to regain his cool, especially as he saw that a heated blush was spreading all over her body--from the tops of the nightgown, to the roots of her hair. "Hmm, that might be true, but at least I know with my superior intellect and strength--"
She did not even let him finish, "YOU'RE SUPERIOR INTELLECT AND STRENGTH?! WHEN'S THE LAST TIME YOU CONTRIBUTED ANYTHING BUT BRAWN TO ANY OF OUR DISCUSSIONS?! DO YOU EVER USE THAT BRAIN OF YOURS--YOU'RE SO INFURIATING!!" Bulma got so frustrated she stood from the couch, walking away from his as she took some deep, calming breaths, blowing off steam as she stared sightlessly at the spines of books. What the hell was wrong with him?! Just minutes before he had seemed to actually care about her--and then he came back in here, insulting her intellect?
But where the hell had that even come from? Over the last few weeks, as they had worked together Bulma had always been impressed with how Vegeta had treated her as an equal. But Vegeta had been acting strange of late. Ever since that night of the opera, when things had gotten out of hand, and she had refused to let him in her room--she had been surprised he had not approached her again. She had been growing itchy with anticipation of the next time they would meet. And then he came in here, all moody, and brooding, and angry (as usual)--yet he had not tried a single thing on her yet. As soon as she had seen him, she had waited for him to make a move, and so far she had been...disappointed.
Vegeta spoke again, reclaiming her attention, "Please Bulma, at least I'm not living in denial like you."
That sparked Bulma's interest, and she turned back to face him as he stalked closer to where she stood in the corner. "Denial?"
He got very close, too close, and he leaned forward, smirking. "Now that there's not a door between us, do you want to try admitting to me why you wouldn't let me in that night of the opera?"
Bulma tried to take a step back, but found herself pushed against a wall, her palms flat against the wall as she looked at him. This was quickly spiraling out of her control...especially as he moved closer, his hands on either side of her head. Bulma took a deep gulp as she looked at him, noticing that in nothing but his cloth-shirt and breeches, (his casual look she had labeled it) that he was quite striking. It was not fair. Was this man not fetching in any state of dress?!
Still, Bulma ignored her thumping heart as he leaned closer, their breaths mingling. She needed a story, and she needed one quick. "You said it yourself the night of the opera. You didn't pass the test I make all of my men go through."
Vegeta stopped, studying her, and then he let out a cruel laugh. "You truly are lacking in brainpower if you expect me to buy that. You think you can ignore the heat that exists between us?"
Bulma gulped, but nodded, unable to find her voice as she felt the heat of him encircle her. It was happening again--her heart was thumping, her skin was growing tingly, her breasts growing fuller with the need of him...
Vegeta gave her that wicked smirk that always caused her flesh to heat, and leaned even closer, his hot breath fanning against her sensitive skin. "Liar."
Before she could respond (not that she could respond), Vegeta moved closer and closed the gap between them, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close to him as he kissed her.
Bulma put her defenses up, expecting the rough, angry kisses she had come to crave from him--but found herself utterly bewildered as Vegeta did not assault her mouth as he usually did. Instead, he pressed his warm, firm lips to hers, coaxing her, his lips sliding softly over hers. His arms wrapped around her, but they did not pull her forcefully against him, instead just letting their bodies melt together as he poured all of his need for her into those kisses.
This was--this was new, and completely unexpected, and before she knew it, Bulma was melting under Vegeta's skillful ministrations. Her mouth opened in a soft groan, and he softly slipped his tongue inside of her mouth enticing her to join the kiss, to press her body against his as his lips and tongue worked carefully on her mouth.
It might not be the frenetic pace that Bulma was used to from Vegeta--but it was causing all of the fires in her to be stoked to life like the rough kisses usually did. Bulma was completely overwhelmed by the erotic way his tongue played with her mouth, running along her bottom lip, tasting the insides of her cheeks and the roof of her mouth, before playing with her own tongue in a slow burning, erotic kiss.
Bulma let out a sigh, and softened into Vegeta's warm body as he continued the kiss, his arms still wrapped around her back, holding her delicately to him. This was so unlike anything she had ever experienced with him--it wasn't animalistic, and it wasn't rough, but it was every bit as exciting. It seemed that with these slower kisses she could really get a glimpse at the man Vegeta was, and what he was thinking. With the way he was treating her, Bulma could not help but wonder if Vegeta actually did...care.
This was a side of Vegeta she could not remember ever having seen before, and she had to admit she liked it. The way he was gently holding her, while still causing her body to slowly burn into a raging inferno--where had this Vegeta been hiding?
Bulma did not protest as Vegeta began to undress her, her robe and night rail disappearing as his soft kisses began to cloud her mind, bringing her to a state of only feeling. His hands began a gentle exploration of her body, running down the length of her spine, causing electricity to run down the sensitive nerves in her back, her whole body starting to prickle with the need for more of Vegeta. As he fitted his hands around the curve of her bottom, giving her a light squeeze before lifting her up, Bulma responded automatically, her legs wrapping around his body.
As she did, Bulma shivered as she felt the naked, heated feeling of skin against skin. Somewhere in their increasingly feverish kissing, his clothes seemed to have vanished with hers, and there was nothing between them, a new state she was wholly unused to. The softness of her curves pressed into the masculine strength of his heated body, needing this, needing to feel him--wishing that they were one. She felt the naked heat of his erection pushing insistently into her bottom and she felt a responding call in her own body. Bulma's hands wrapped around Vegeta's naked back, holding herself to him as he carried them over to one of the large reading chairs, unable to let any amount of distance come between them.
Vegeta lowered himself to the chair, positioning Bulma so that she was straddling him with her nakedness, her legs on either side of his hips. She let out a whimper of disappointment as Vegeta broke their mouths apart, but sighed in sweet satisfaction as his mouth began a heated exploration of her body. There was something so...pure about what they were doing, even though Bulma knew that this was wrong, so wrong--but how could something so beautiful, something that made her feel so beautiful...and cared for...be wrong?
Vegeta's mouth tasted her neck as his fingers began to delicately outline the curves of her body. One of his hands came to her breast, squeezing it, palming the heavy weight, before lifting it to his eager mouth. Bulma readied herself for his usual delicious assault, but once again, Vegeta surprised her by being gentle. He took his time to taste her, using his tongue to trace her breast, running along the sensitive nerves of her aureole before pulling her into his mouth, leaving her breathless with the way the gentle kisses he laved upon her caused her whole body to heat up as if a fire was rising through her in crashing waves.
Each time his fingers gently pressed into her, or his tongue caressed her, the waves would crash higher and higher inside of her, and she found her body growing restless as he continued to tease her. As she began to move against his legs, she heard that dark chuckle she only got from him in intimate moments like these, and he brought her in for another kiss. Bulma buried her hands in his coarse hair, holding him to her, and when he pulled back she let out a whimper of disappointment.
That hot, dark voice of his was husky and deep, another seductive tool against her nonexistent defenses. "How about now, Bulma? Can you deny what we have?"
Bulma shook her head, but as she leaned forward to kiss him again, Vegeta caught her chin. "Open your eyes, Bulma. I want you to look at me when you tell me you can't."
Bulma slowly opened her eyes, blinking, even against the dim candlelight of the room, her vision fuzzy from the lustful haze she was in. She opened her eyes fully, looking at Vegeta, focusing in on those black eyes of his. How could she ever think there was nothing behind them? Right now, as he stared at her with the most possessive look she had ever seen, she could read a thousand things in them. Mostly passion and heat...but other things that Bulma was not afraid to admit scared her.
The way he was looking at her, Bulma blinked once, looking away, before taking a deep breath, sighing as she met his eyes again. "I can't." She took another breath, before admitting, "I need you, Vegeta.
Vegeta gave her an erotic smile, and Bulma knew that was all he needed to hear. He pulled her lips back to his, and as his mouth began its erotic seduction of her own all over again, she felt his questing fingers dip between them, running through the tuft of blue hair that covered her sex.
As he touched her most intimate place, Bulma groaned into his mouth as his fingers dipped into her wet sheath, testing her, probing her, causing the raging inferno inside of her to spiral out of control. But it was not enough--even as he circled her clit with his thumb, his masterful fingers sending her to the edge of something wonderful, something she was beginning to crave--she knew that there was more, so much more. Something that had haunted her since she had felt incomplete after the night at the opera.
Vegeta would not let her finish without him this time, and he withdrew his fingers from her intimate folds, his hands going to her hips, lifting her slightly off of him. Her hands came to his shoulders for balance, feeling confusion at this new position, but she trusted him, knowing that whatever he was setting up for would be bliss.
Vegeta used one of his hands to position his own sex at her entrance, the flushed head of his cock prodding between her folds, and Bulma shuddered with prurient anticipation.
As he used his hands on her hips to slowly guide her back down, Bulma let out a long moan as he entered her. He pressed into her in new and unexpected ways, filling her completely as lowered her until their bodies were completely coupled. Bulma held herself completely motionless as they sat there, fused together, joined as one, letting herself get used to him, to the still strange way he stretched her body. It was slightly uncomfortable still, as her body was still unused to that of having a man inside of her, but as she grew more comfortable, Bulma leaned forward and kissed Vegeta again, telling him that she was ready.
Vegeta used his hands on her hips to guide her, back up, before thrusting up as he pulled her down, and this time Bulma's low moan become a loud groan. This--this was new, and delightful, and so unlike the first time they had had sex. This was not rushed and sloppy, but beautiful and explosive.
Vegeta's hands on her hips helped, but before long, Bulma found her own rhythm, her body taking over as she began to rock against Vegeta, pressing her hips into his as she used the momentum of his body to press them closer together, twisting her hips different ways to see which angles made him hit that spot, right there.... Bulma began to pick up speed, and the delicious friction of before caused another fire to start right at her core, somewhere unexpected and new, as tension, wonderful tension, began to build in every nerve ending she possessed.
Vegeta mouth did not break from hers as their pace grew more frantic, more heated, more passionate, and as Vegeta pushed into her one final time, Bulma felt something inside of her break as her body exploded into sensation. Her every limb, every molecule inside of her it seemed, burst into feeling as a delightful rush of...something, something heated, ran all through her body, changing her, making her feel so different, yet so much better all at the same time. Her knees went weak, and she grew completely dependent on him as the sensations continued to dart through her body, giving her wave after wave of pleasure.
She felt Vegeta stroke into her a few more times, before he stiffened underneath her, finding his own release as he groaned into her mouth, their kisses stilling as they broke apart, panting. There were a few blissful moments where neither was aware of anything but the sensations of their joined bodies, but as reality slipped back in, Bulma began to slacken against him, completely overwhelmed. Vegeta's hands guided her so that her head was resting in the crook of his neck, Bulma breathing in the musky scent that was Vegeta and sex. She wished this moment would never end.
This had not been normal--this had not even been their usual anger and passion fueled shared experience. This had been something completely different, something so completely unexpected it had taken Bulma by surprise. The first time she had found completion with him, climax if she was remembering the term correctly, it had been a hard and fast orgasm (was that the scientific term?) that had shaken her whole body and rocked her whole world. This--this went beyond that.
It had been a slower, more gradual build, but when she had found her peak, reached her crescendo as it were, it had not just been her body that had been involved like the first time, or that rapid succession of orgasms she had had the night at the opera. This time, every bit of her--her soul, her body...her heart, had felt involved and moved, changing her as a person. This was something so unanticipated, this side of Vegeta that was slow and gentle, yet every bit as exciting with her...it touched something deep inside of her she had been trying to ignore. She had given her body to Vegeta the night of the Vegetasei ball...but in the weeks that had followed, as they met, even as she went full on ice-queen with him, she had slowly and slowly given more and more of herself to him.
Bulma did not want to analyze it too much, especially not when she was so damned comfortable, with him holding her to him, basking in the heated warmth of his body, but she had a feeling she was in deep trouble. She forced herself to stop thinking, and to only slowly breathe in and out, delighting in the new sensations Vegeta had introduced her too.
As she lay against Vegeta, she felt him stiffen up, his head rearing up.
Bulma lazily tried to lift her head as she felt the change in his body. "What is it?"
Vegeta used his hands to guide her back to his shoulder, stroking her hair softly as he whispered to her, "Nothing. Shhh...."
As he felt Bulma relax against him, Vegeta forced his muscles to relax as well, trying to force himself back into that post-nirvana state he had been in not even thirty seconds before. It was hard though, especially as he realized that the sound he had just heard was that of the dowager's cane moving away from the locked door of the library....
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A/N: Duhn duhn duhhhhhh! I think its safe to assume that the dowager is the very last person anyone wants lurking about when they are trying to have sex, let alone Vegeta and Bulma. Nothing good comes of the dowager being involved--though that probably goes without saying at this point....
Thanks to everyone who responded to my question--I guess I'll just keep posting when I can, trying to make it more regular though. We are getting to the good part, so I can't imagine not wanting to write as quickly as possible...
Next up, the meeting with Basil--just what could he want with Bulma?
Warnings: Cussing and Lemon.
A/N: Uhm, do people still call it lemon? Well I do. I'm bringing it back. Back to when you had to find your fanfiction on rando websites, furiously searching for places where the full story was put up, especially when you only had an hour on a dialup computer, and you NEEDED to finish the story you were reading. Sigh. The good ol' days.
Thanks to all of my reviewers, your thoughtful reviews mean the world to me.
Lilpumpkingirl, continue beta-rocking hcore.
Chapter Nineteen: Lilacs
Vegeta stared at the correspondence he had received from Basil, a large frown forming on his face as the words of the missive sank in. Once again it was about flowers, but lilac (the code word Vegeta had chosen for Bulma way back when...) was staring him in the face, seeming to grow larger as the rest of the words grew smaller.
LILACS are proving to be the 'it' flower of the season. We must populate your gardens with them--I will bring samples of LILACS for you to pick from tomorrow, at noon by the folly.
Vegeta's read and re-read the message for the hundredth time, translating it again, just in case he was mistaken about what Basil was trying to tell him. The folly part at noon was clear, if nothing else. The folly was a popular, yet often secluded, part of Hyde Park where a fake version of an ancient Roman ruin had been constructed a few summers past when crumbling ruins had been in style. Vegeta had never bought into the fad, even when other Peer's had built crumbling cottages, Roman and Greek ruins, and other such folly's--and he was now proud to say he was not forced to tear one down with the changing attitudes of fashion.
But still, this furrowing of his brow had nothing to do with the folly itself or even his general dislike for them--this had to do with bringing Bulma to meet Basil. That was the other part of the note he could pretend to misunderstand. Basil wanted to meet Bulma, that much was clear. It said he would bring a sample of lilacs, but it really was a summons for Vegeta to bring Bulma with him to the meeting. Vegeta just could not hash out why Basil would want to meet with her, and that was what was bothering him. Well, a lot of things were bothering him, truth be told, but this one was at the forefront of his mind.
Well, that was not technically true either. Ever since the encounter at the Opera a few nights ago, Vegeta had been struck with the kind of lust one did not simply shake off (no pun intended) or find release from through any means other than copulation with the woman one desired. Vegeta was no fool, and he was ready to admit that he wanted to have an affair with Bulma (needed might be the better word, as touching her had become as essential to him as breathing air was) and was willing to take the chance of carrying on an affair in his house with the Briefs and the dowager only down the hall.
Unfortunately, Bulma was not yet ready to admit the same.
The night of the opera, Vegeta had waited until he was sure everyone would be asleep and then had quietly crept his way to Bulma's chamber's in nothing but his dressing robe. He had smiled saucily when he had been able to enter her apartments with no problem, crossing the floor as silently as a ghost as he approached her bedroom door. So she had left her door unlocked, had she? There could be no mistaking the message behind that unbolted door...
As he reached for the knob of her bedroom door, though, his smile dissipated as he tried to turn the knob and found resistance.
It was locked.
Vegeta frowned at the doorknob, taking his hand off, staring at it, and then putting his hand back on the knob, turning it again.
Still locked.
Maybe she had locked it out of habit?
So he had softly rapped at her door, trying to gain her attention. He was glad her bedroom door was not in the hallway as he would have been there for anyone to find, standing there in nothing but a robe, knocking at Bulma's door. How humiliating.
At least in her apartments he was given some modicum of privacy. "Bulma...."
Maybe she had fallen asleep? He smirked as he thought about her earlier tonight, when he had been ruthlessly making her cum with his mouth, in a place where she had to silence her screams. He thought about the thrill of making her moan and groan, in a place where at any moment they could be caught. Dear Kami. He was growing hard just thinking about it, just thinking about her--her taste, the feel of her. Perhaps he had exhausted her so much with his relentless tongue she had fallen asleep...that certainly was plausible....
But then, through the closed door, he heard a hushed, "Vegeta?"
Vegeta straightened. "Yes. Let me in."
A pause, a slight hesitation, and then, "No."
Vegeta stared at the door confused, then, as her words sunk in, he frowned at the still implausibly closed door as if it were Bulma. "What do you mean, no?"
Bulma's voice grew louder as she grew bolder, "I mean no, Vegeta. A woman has a right to say no."
Vegeta growled, leaning closer to the door, "I respect that woman, a woman always has a right to say no...but a man has a right to know why a woman is saying no when not even four hours ago that woman was crying out as that same man was between her legs. So I repeat myself--what do you mean, no?"
Another pause, and Vegeta could almost picture her blushing, "I don't think we should do this Vegeta. Things can get very complicated very quickly."
Vegeta recognized the wisdom in that, but his unsatisfied lust made him irritable. "So what? We're supposed to just ignore what exists between us--again?!"
Her voice was soft, "Yes. It's for the best."
Vegeta was dangerously close to yelling level as he whispered, "The hell it is!" Vegeta took a few steps away, trying to reign in his temper before he brought someone to her apartments with his screaming. The last thing he needed was for someone to find out about them--hell, it was the whole reason he was sneaking around right now in the middle of the night, instead of grabbing her and taking her as soon as they had gotten home.
Vegeta closed his eyes, took a deep breath and counted to ten at least fifty times before he turned back to the door, keeping his voice low as he approached the mahogany. "Bulma? Are you still there?"
"Yes."
"I am leaving."
"Good."
Vegeta scowled at the door, but then put his face close to it, imaging hers on the other side, close to his. "But I want you to know one thing before I go."
He waited for her to respond, and when she did, she sounded curious, "What is it?"
Vegeta smirked, making his voice as velvety as possible, "I know that what you experienced earlier isn't enough. I know that even though your body came already tonight, multiple times, that you and I both know that there is so much more than what has already happened. My tongue and fingers aren't enough--there's an ache inside of you, a void only I can fill, and you're not letting me. You need me, inside of you, on top of you, as I slide in and out of you, over and over again. You need the heat of my body, the fire that exists between us to satisfy that throbbing within your body and you're not going to find it by yourself. You need me Bulma--just remember that. The only reason you're not already being fulfilled is because of your own...pride? Wisdom? Whatever you want to call it. Just remember, that it is all because of you that you are not going to find satisfaction anytime soon. Come find me when you are ready to admit you want me, like a grown-up, and are done denying it like a child..."
And then he walked away, satisfied in that he had gotten the last word. If nothing else, he bitterly thought as he walked back to his chambers, waking countless servants for a much-needed cold bath.
Over the last couple of days Vegeta had played it cool, and had left Bulma alone, needing time to think of a new strategy. He had been a fool to approach her--he knew that Bulma could play ice queen better than most and that if he provoked her too much, she would close off in an instance. So he had decided to plant the seeds of lust in her, bide his time, and then set about properly seducing her. Vegeta's newest plan of attack centered around him not approaching her at every opportunity, to wait her out, to make her come to him. He remembered her jealousy when she had found Melinda's lipstick stains, and he knew that she wanted him.
He just needed to be patient, and wait for her to realize that.
But it seemed that fate was intervening. Vegeta had been ready to let Bulma stew for a few more days after the opera incident, to make her go crazy with wonder at why he was not approaching her--and Basil was telling him that he needed to go see her now. What the hell was it about his plans that always seemed to go so far awry with this damn woman? Could he honestly not be left with his own schemes when it came to her?
When he wanted to avoid her, fate pushed them together, when he wanted to be with her, things kept them apart. It truly was not fair.
How was a man supposed to implement a simple seduction around here?!
But that was not the issue right now. What was the issue was that Vegeta now had to find Bulma, and tell her that they would be meeting with Basil the next day--his plan be damned. He sighed at that thought, but rose, knowing he would not deny his job as a spy, even if it did interfere with him finally getting the woman he had been desiring for the past few months in his damn bed (and not a damn garden, or a damn opera box).
Vegeta left the ducal office, already frowning, his destination the numerous drawing and sitting rooms Bulma used as her personal courts during tea times, scowling as he thought about the score of people he would have to fight through just to talk to her. Saiyan Hall had never been as busy as it was the afternoons Bulma held tea here, the noise of chatter and gossip coming through to him every tea time, even when he was working in his secret office. It drew his frustration to no end, but he could hardly ban people from coming over. Bulma would just go to their house, and then...well, then he would not know where she was.
He did not know when it started, but Vegeta liked being able to keep tabs on Bulma, to know where she was at all times. Something about knowing they were under the same roof--it comforted him, gave him some peace of mind. Even if it caused his hackles to rise simply from hearing her laugh with anyone else. Still, better to know that she was here chattering with people, rather than wondering what she was doing away from him.
As Vegeta searched Bulma's usual places, though, there was no sign of her, or even of a tea service being prepared or having just been served. Odd--maybe it was one of those rare days when Bulma took tea outside of the house. He sighed, deciding to come back from his club early tonight to see if he could catch her before she fell asleep so they could have this conversation. He needed to prepare her for meeting Basil tomorrow--he could not afford for her to embarrass him in front of the man he would have to work with for as long as he lived. Vegeta frowned when he realized that might not be an excessively long time--when he lost track of his thoughts as he noticed that the library door was left open.
Vegeta, curious as to who would be in the library (it was not time for one of his and Bulma's meetings), walked in, observing that the curtains were closed, the room dark except for the mild lighting of candles. As he continued his sweep, Vegeta was mildly surprised to see that it was indeed Bulma in the library, her back to him, unnoticing of another occupant of the room. What the devil was she doing in here? He knew that she liked to work in her sitting room (ever since he had gotten back from France and reclaimed his secret office), and only came in here when they were to meet.
To find the blue-haired heiress, her head bowed low as she lay on the couch, a blanket covering her as she sat writing, drew his curiosity. He could not help himself from entering the room as she worked, watching her silently for a few moments, studying the curve of her neck, revealed to him with her hair pulled into a messy bun. He would very much like to taste her heated flesh, right there below her ear, where it looked so smooth--he imagined how delicious she would taste in that exact spot.
Vegeta was growing fanciful though, so he forced himself to stop fantasizing and instead walk heavily into the room as he took the seat he always occupied when they had their meetings. Bulma looked up as he entered and he was pleased to see that a faint blush spread on her cheeks as she took him in. She did not speak at first, and then she softly said, "Hello."
Vegeta was extremely glad to see that he being here affected her, and he hoped that her indifference to him had left her completely. As he considered speaking to her in a seductive tone, whispering hello back, he got distracted as he took her in. She was dressed in her night rail, with her dressing gown wrapped tightly around her, as well as several blankets. Her hair was up with no ornamentation (as he was used to from her), her skin was wan, and she had large, dark circles underneath her eyes. He frowned as he took her in. "Are you ill?"
Bulma cocked her head as she took him in, her lips drawing in. "Why? Do I look ill?"
Vegeta examined her, and decided now was not the time to seduce her. Especially as some odd, protective side of him wanted to nothing more than to carry her back to her own bed, where he could wrap her in blankets, and feed her broth. An extremely odd and discomforting thought that he instantly banished as he spoke truthfully to her, "Yes. You look like you haven't slept in days."
Bulma shrugged, looking down at the paper she had been working on. As she looked back up at him he noticed that her blue eyes stood out in stark contrast to the dark circles, making her look even more dainty and beautiful at the same time. "I think I might be burning the midnight oil too hard these past few weeks and it finally caught up with me. I woke up this morning feeling like I had not slept, and I'm not quite queasy, but even the thought of food has me--" She stopped, closed her eyes, letting out a breath, before she opened her eyes again, shrugging at him, "I'm sorry. I do not mean to bore you with personal details you could care less about."
Vegeta could have refuted her at this point, informing her that he was quite curious as to what she was feeling, but he remained silent and stoic as he sat with his arms crossed. Maybe her personal assessment was correct--she had been keeping herself well occupied, between being social, working on her experiments and even this spy business. She always returned Basil's translations a day or two after he sent them to her--working at a much more efficient pace than those they hired at the war offices to translate did. Because of this, Basil had been sending more and more over to her--her workload was incredibly high. Perhaps they were overworking her?
Vegeta had to admit he was a little surprised to see her admit to such a fallacy as being overburdened. He had admired her ability to do it all...maybe that admiration had been misplaced?
Bulma sighed again, drawing his attention, rubbing her forehead. "Needless to say I did not wake up feeling well, and so I decided to take a day off from being the most popular girl in all of London." She gave him a waning smile at that point. "Of course, now that I've decided to take the day off from doing...well, anything...I feel much better now. I think I just need to sleep a bit more at night."
Vegeta did not disagree with her, studying her silently instead. Sensing that she was not looking for pity from him (a fools errands that would be, as Vegeta did not do pity, and he knew she was smart enough to know this), he gave her a curt nod. A silence descended over them, and Bulma went back to writing. Vegeta knew he should just tell her the message that Basil had sent along, instead found himself asking, "How are things going with the ship?"
Bulma looked at him, eyebrows raised in shock as her hand stilled on the paper she had been writing on. "Do you actually care?"
Vegeta felt a ping of annoyance at her questioning of him (was it really that surprising that he should ask how the taking apart of his ship was going), so he growled, "Would I be asking if I didn't?"
Bulma gave a weak laugh, laying the pencil down on top of her lap as she smiled at him, "That is a valid point. You don't do small chat, do you?" She did not even wait for his answer before continuing, "It's going better than expected. I believe I can have your ship ready for a trial run in the next few weeks. My tests with model boats have all been going smoothly." She frowned, looking past him for a second as she spoke almost to herself, "Well, not counting the fire's and the capsizing." Vegeta felt his mouth open at this, but Bulma just looked back at him, shrugging again. "There's a big difference between models and real boats, though--and by the time I take your ship to the Thames, I know we won't even have to worry about silly things like explosions or going too fast for our weight."
Vegeta felt himself choking as he realized what she was saying. "Catch on fire?"
Bulma's gaze sharpened on him and he saw the old flames, which had always sparked a matching fire in him, in those eyes. "Honestly Vegeta, must you focus on the negative?"
Vegeta stared at her incredulous. "Oh excuse me--sorry if I'm concerned for the state of one of my ships if your models keep turning over and exploding!"
Bulma scowled at him. "Come on Vegeta, don't you know that an experiment must go wrong a hundred times before it is successful?"
Vegeta scowled right back. "Sorry, I am not a scientist--in my line of work, if you don't do it right the first time, you die."
Bulma shook her head, looking at her work, muttering under her breath, "Always so damn negative...."
Vegeta was irritated. Irritated with the way she was labeling him, irritated with the way she was acting so flippantly, and so he impetuously said, "You try living what I've lived through and try to tell me where the hell the positive side of life is."
Bulma's eyes grew large as he spoke, and she asked him, "And what have you lived through?
Vegeta considered giving her a slice of what his hellish life had been like before, but instead he simply frowned at her, grumbling, "You would not understand."
Bulma was going to say something, opened her mouth, than closed it. She resorted to just crossing her arms and frowning. "Is there a reason you came here? Or are you just here to point out how horrible I look, how you don't trust me with your ship, and how you think I'm an idiot who does not understand life?"
Vegeta pursed his lips in disapproval, than begrudgingly informed her, "Basil wants to meet with you tomorrow."
Bulma furrowed her brow. "What?"
Vegeta sighed, then handed her the note. Bulma scanned it quickly, then looked up at him. "Interesting. He doesn't say why. Do you have any idea?"
Vegeta shrugged, but stood, deciding that now that she knew, it would be better if he left. He was not sure what his new plan of attack was with her, and so he thought it best if he just evacuated before he said something else to earn her ire. Especially as she was rather testy at this moment--and, truth be told, so was he. Everything about her was like nails on a chalkboard for him at this moment. "I will meet you in the foyer at eleven-thirty a.m. sharp, though. It's best if we arrive there as close to noon as possible. Do not be late."
He was striding his way out, and he heard Bulma saying his name, but he walked on, ignoring her--needing to get away. Now that she was not acting like an invalid, he felt the never ceasing pulsing of desire coursing through his veins, especially as she spoke back to him. As he was about to walk through the doorway though, he felt something tap on the back of his head and he froze.
Vegeta frowned at the open door and the foreign sensation, then turned around, feeling his irritation hit a boiling point as he looked down at the pencil that had bounced harmlessly off the back of his head. The very pencil that Bulma had been writing with not that long ago. As he looked back up at her, his anger rising, he frowned as he saw she was on her knees on the couch, leaning on the back of it as she stared at him. She looked at him triumphant, and simply said, "No."
Vegeta took a second, turned back to the door, closing it very softly, deciding to lock it (he would need privacy to murder her) and then stalked closer to Bulma, growling, "What do you mean, no?"
Bulma looked behind him to the closed door with a flick of her eyes, choosing not to comment. She looked at him, only smirking, and did not lean away as he stopped on the other side of the couch, the back the only thing separating them. "I mean no, I will not go with you to the park tomorrow."
Vegeta leaned closer, his eyes narrowing. "Why not? Are you finally realizing what a shitty spy you would make? Too afraid to meet Basil?"
Bulma frowned at his words, and then tapped his forehead with her finger. "Think Vegeta! Kami, you can be such an idiot sometimes!"
Vegeta moved his face closer to hers, his nose practically touching hers as her position on the couch made them almost the same height. "You better explain that sentiment now, or else face my wrath."
Bulma smirked at him as she re-crossed her arms. Vegeta tried not to get distracted by the motion, but her dressing gown was untied and as she crossed her arms, her unbound breasts got pushed up, plumped up--making his already erratic heartbeat skip another beat. Her voice saved him from giving into lust right then, as she told him in that sugar sweet tone of hers, "Gladly. If we show up at the park at the same time tomorrow, we will draw the attention of every single person in the park. I'm the incomparable of the season, you're one of the most eligible bachelors in all of England! We can't show up together! How the hell could we have a secret spy meeting if we're being followed by every gossip in the Ton?"
Vegeta growled at the truth in her words, then mimicked her stance, crossing his arms and frowning at her. "So what's your brilliant plan then?"
Bulma smirked at him. "You go to the park by yourself, and I go with Ka...no, fuck it. He was my brother before he was your cousin. I'll go with Goku." Vegeta felt his anger pump through him at not only her use of unladylike cussing, but of Kakarrot's fake name as well, though he said nothing. "At ten to noon, I will create a distraction for Goku, and meet you by the folly."
As Vegeta studied her, the proud way she had her head tilted, the way she was softly panting from her angry deliverance of her plan, he had to fight the strange urge he had to smile. She was back--Bulma was back. No more of this super polite, extremely fake Bulma--the real one was back. She had insulted him, cursed him, and damn if she had not got his blood boiling. He would much rather have this version of Bulma back...if he could make her angry, he reasoned, he could make her passionate--just like he had in the gardens, and just like he had at the opera the other night....
Maybe fate had intervened at exactly the right time.
He had thought to wait her out even longer than a few days, but with the way she was looking at him, he knew he had her on the usual precipice that heralded the crumbling of whatever walls she put up between them. So he decided to help her off that precipice, and make her angry.
"Not a bad plan..." She smiled at him, and Vegeta waited for the right moment to give her a wicked smirk, "For a girl."
It was like he had set off a cannon. Her reaction was instantaneous, and he could not have predicated it more accurately if he had tried. Her whole body stiffened, and the next time she spoke her voice was an angry hiss. "What do you mean--like a girl?! I'm a fucking genius Vegeta! You're nothing but...but a...a dumb aristocrat!"
Vegeta fought to regain his cool, especially as he saw that a heated blush was spreading all over her body--from the tops of the nightgown, to the roots of her hair. "Hmm, that might be true, but at least I know with my superior intellect and strength--"
She did not even let him finish, "YOU'RE SUPERIOR INTELLECT AND STRENGTH?! WHEN'S THE LAST TIME YOU CONTRIBUTED ANYTHING BUT BRAWN TO ANY OF OUR DISCUSSIONS?! DO YOU EVER USE THAT BRAIN OF YOURS--YOU'RE SO INFURIATING!!" Bulma got so frustrated she stood from the couch, walking away from his as she took some deep, calming breaths, blowing off steam as she stared sightlessly at the spines of books. What the hell was wrong with him?! Just minutes before he had seemed to actually care about her--and then he came back in here, insulting her intellect?
But where the hell had that even come from? Over the last few weeks, as they had worked together Bulma had always been impressed with how Vegeta had treated her as an equal. But Vegeta had been acting strange of late. Ever since that night of the opera, when things had gotten out of hand, and she had refused to let him in her room--she had been surprised he had not approached her again. She had been growing itchy with anticipation of the next time they would meet. And then he came in here, all moody, and brooding, and angry (as usual)--yet he had not tried a single thing on her yet. As soon as she had seen him, she had waited for him to make a move, and so far she had been...disappointed.
Vegeta spoke again, reclaiming her attention, "Please Bulma, at least I'm not living in denial like you."
That sparked Bulma's interest, and she turned back to face him as he stalked closer to where she stood in the corner. "Denial?"
He got very close, too close, and he leaned forward, smirking. "Now that there's not a door between us, do you want to try admitting to me why you wouldn't let me in that night of the opera?"
Bulma tried to take a step back, but found herself pushed against a wall, her palms flat against the wall as she looked at him. This was quickly spiraling out of her control...especially as he moved closer, his hands on either side of her head. Bulma took a deep gulp as she looked at him, noticing that in nothing but his cloth-shirt and breeches, (his casual look she had labeled it) that he was quite striking. It was not fair. Was this man not fetching in any state of dress?!
Still, Bulma ignored her thumping heart as he leaned closer, their breaths mingling. She needed a story, and she needed one quick. "You said it yourself the night of the opera. You didn't pass the test I make all of my men go through."
Vegeta stopped, studying her, and then he let out a cruel laugh. "You truly are lacking in brainpower if you expect me to buy that. You think you can ignore the heat that exists between us?"
Bulma gulped, but nodded, unable to find her voice as she felt the heat of him encircle her. It was happening again--her heart was thumping, her skin was growing tingly, her breasts growing fuller with the need of him...
Vegeta gave her that wicked smirk that always caused her flesh to heat, and leaned even closer, his hot breath fanning against her sensitive skin. "Liar."
Before she could respond (not that she could respond), Vegeta moved closer and closed the gap between them, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close to him as he kissed her.
Bulma put her defenses up, expecting the rough, angry kisses she had come to crave from him--but found herself utterly bewildered as Vegeta did not assault her mouth as he usually did. Instead, he pressed his warm, firm lips to hers, coaxing her, his lips sliding softly over hers. His arms wrapped around her, but they did not pull her forcefully against him, instead just letting their bodies melt together as he poured all of his need for her into those kisses.
This was--this was new, and completely unexpected, and before she knew it, Bulma was melting under Vegeta's skillful ministrations. Her mouth opened in a soft groan, and he softly slipped his tongue inside of her mouth enticing her to join the kiss, to press her body against his as his lips and tongue worked carefully on her mouth.
It might not be the frenetic pace that Bulma was used to from Vegeta--but it was causing all of the fires in her to be stoked to life like the rough kisses usually did. Bulma was completely overwhelmed by the erotic way his tongue played with her mouth, running along her bottom lip, tasting the insides of her cheeks and the roof of her mouth, before playing with her own tongue in a slow burning, erotic kiss.
Bulma let out a sigh, and softened into Vegeta's warm body as he continued the kiss, his arms still wrapped around her back, holding her delicately to him. This was so unlike anything she had ever experienced with him--it wasn't animalistic, and it wasn't rough, but it was every bit as exciting. It seemed that with these slower kisses she could really get a glimpse at the man Vegeta was, and what he was thinking. With the way he was treating her, Bulma could not help but wonder if Vegeta actually did...care.
This was a side of Vegeta she could not remember ever having seen before, and she had to admit she liked it. The way he was gently holding her, while still causing her body to slowly burn into a raging inferno--where had this Vegeta been hiding?
Bulma did not protest as Vegeta began to undress her, her robe and night rail disappearing as his soft kisses began to cloud her mind, bringing her to a state of only feeling. His hands began a gentle exploration of her body, running down the length of her spine, causing electricity to run down the sensitive nerves in her back, her whole body starting to prickle with the need for more of Vegeta. As he fitted his hands around the curve of her bottom, giving her a light squeeze before lifting her up, Bulma responded automatically, her legs wrapping around his body.
As she did, Bulma shivered as she felt the naked, heated feeling of skin against skin. Somewhere in their increasingly feverish kissing, his clothes seemed to have vanished with hers, and there was nothing between them, a new state she was wholly unused to. The softness of her curves pressed into the masculine strength of his heated body, needing this, needing to feel him--wishing that they were one. She felt the naked heat of his erection pushing insistently into her bottom and she felt a responding call in her own body. Bulma's hands wrapped around Vegeta's naked back, holding herself to him as he carried them over to one of the large reading chairs, unable to let any amount of distance come between them.
Vegeta lowered himself to the chair, positioning Bulma so that she was straddling him with her nakedness, her legs on either side of his hips. She let out a whimper of disappointment as Vegeta broke their mouths apart, but sighed in sweet satisfaction as his mouth began a heated exploration of her body. There was something so...pure about what they were doing, even though Bulma knew that this was wrong, so wrong--but how could something so beautiful, something that made her feel so beautiful...and cared for...be wrong?
Vegeta's mouth tasted her neck as his fingers began to delicately outline the curves of her body. One of his hands came to her breast, squeezing it, palming the heavy weight, before lifting it to his eager mouth. Bulma readied herself for his usual delicious assault, but once again, Vegeta surprised her by being gentle. He took his time to taste her, using his tongue to trace her breast, running along the sensitive nerves of her aureole before pulling her into his mouth, leaving her breathless with the way the gentle kisses he laved upon her caused her whole body to heat up as if a fire was rising through her in crashing waves.
Each time his fingers gently pressed into her, or his tongue caressed her, the waves would crash higher and higher inside of her, and she found her body growing restless as he continued to tease her. As she began to move against his legs, she heard that dark chuckle she only got from him in intimate moments like these, and he brought her in for another kiss. Bulma buried her hands in his coarse hair, holding him to her, and when he pulled back she let out a whimper of disappointment.
That hot, dark voice of his was husky and deep, another seductive tool against her nonexistent defenses. "How about now, Bulma? Can you deny what we have?"
Bulma shook her head, but as she leaned forward to kiss him again, Vegeta caught her chin. "Open your eyes, Bulma. I want you to look at me when you tell me you can't."
Bulma slowly opened her eyes, blinking, even against the dim candlelight of the room, her vision fuzzy from the lustful haze she was in. She opened her eyes fully, looking at Vegeta, focusing in on those black eyes of his. How could she ever think there was nothing behind them? Right now, as he stared at her with the most possessive look she had ever seen, she could read a thousand things in them. Mostly passion and heat...but other things that Bulma was not afraid to admit scared her.
The way he was looking at her, Bulma blinked once, looking away, before taking a deep breath, sighing as she met his eyes again. "I can't." She took another breath, before admitting, "I need you, Vegeta.
Vegeta gave her an erotic smile, and Bulma knew that was all he needed to hear. He pulled her lips back to his, and as his mouth began its erotic seduction of her own all over again, she felt his questing fingers dip between them, running through the tuft of blue hair that covered her sex.
As he touched her most intimate place, Bulma groaned into his mouth as his fingers dipped into her wet sheath, testing her, probing her, causing the raging inferno inside of her to spiral out of control. But it was not enough--even as he circled her clit with his thumb, his masterful fingers sending her to the edge of something wonderful, something she was beginning to crave--she knew that there was more, so much more. Something that had haunted her since she had felt incomplete after the night at the opera.
Vegeta would not let her finish without him this time, and he withdrew his fingers from her intimate folds, his hands going to her hips, lifting her slightly off of him. Her hands came to his shoulders for balance, feeling confusion at this new position, but she trusted him, knowing that whatever he was setting up for would be bliss.
Vegeta used one of his hands to position his own sex at her entrance, the flushed head of his cock prodding between her folds, and Bulma shuddered with prurient anticipation.
As he used his hands on her hips to slowly guide her back down, Bulma let out a long moan as he entered her. He pressed into her in new and unexpected ways, filling her completely as lowered her until their bodies were completely coupled. Bulma held herself completely motionless as they sat there, fused together, joined as one, letting herself get used to him, to the still strange way he stretched her body. It was slightly uncomfortable still, as her body was still unused to that of having a man inside of her, but as she grew more comfortable, Bulma leaned forward and kissed Vegeta again, telling him that she was ready.
Vegeta used his hands on her hips to guide her, back up, before thrusting up as he pulled her down, and this time Bulma's low moan become a loud groan. This--this was new, and delightful, and so unlike the first time they had had sex. This was not rushed and sloppy, but beautiful and explosive.
Vegeta's hands on her hips helped, but before long, Bulma found her own rhythm, her body taking over as she began to rock against Vegeta, pressing her hips into his as she used the momentum of his body to press them closer together, twisting her hips different ways to see which angles made him hit that spot, right there.... Bulma began to pick up speed, and the delicious friction of before caused another fire to start right at her core, somewhere unexpected and new, as tension, wonderful tension, began to build in every nerve ending she possessed.
Vegeta mouth did not break from hers as their pace grew more frantic, more heated, more passionate, and as Vegeta pushed into her one final time, Bulma felt something inside of her break as her body exploded into sensation. Her every limb, every molecule inside of her it seemed, burst into feeling as a delightful rush of...something, something heated, ran all through her body, changing her, making her feel so different, yet so much better all at the same time. Her knees went weak, and she grew completely dependent on him as the sensations continued to dart through her body, giving her wave after wave of pleasure.
She felt Vegeta stroke into her a few more times, before he stiffened underneath her, finding his own release as he groaned into her mouth, their kisses stilling as they broke apart, panting. There were a few blissful moments where neither was aware of anything but the sensations of their joined bodies, but as reality slipped back in, Bulma began to slacken against him, completely overwhelmed. Vegeta's hands guided her so that her head was resting in the crook of his neck, Bulma breathing in the musky scent that was Vegeta and sex. She wished this moment would never end.
This had not been normal--this had not even been their usual anger and passion fueled shared experience. This had been something completely different, something so completely unexpected it had taken Bulma by surprise. The first time she had found completion with him, climax if she was remembering the term correctly, it had been a hard and fast orgasm (was that the scientific term?) that had shaken her whole body and rocked her whole world. This--this went beyond that.
It had been a slower, more gradual build, but when she had found her peak, reached her crescendo as it were, it had not just been her body that had been involved like the first time, or that rapid succession of orgasms she had had the night at the opera. This time, every bit of her--her soul, her body...her heart, had felt involved and moved, changing her as a person. This was something so unanticipated, this side of Vegeta that was slow and gentle, yet every bit as exciting with her...it touched something deep inside of her she had been trying to ignore. She had given her body to Vegeta the night of the Vegetasei ball...but in the weeks that had followed, as they met, even as she went full on ice-queen with him, she had slowly and slowly given more and more of herself to him.
Bulma did not want to analyze it too much, especially not when she was so damned comfortable, with him holding her to him, basking in the heated warmth of his body, but she had a feeling she was in deep trouble. She forced herself to stop thinking, and to only slowly breathe in and out, delighting in the new sensations Vegeta had introduced her too.
As she lay against Vegeta, she felt him stiffen up, his head rearing up.
Bulma lazily tried to lift her head as she felt the change in his body. "What is it?"
Vegeta used his hands to guide her back to his shoulder, stroking her hair softly as he whispered to her, "Nothing. Shhh...."
As he felt Bulma relax against him, Vegeta forced his muscles to relax as well, trying to force himself back into that post-nirvana state he had been in not even thirty seconds before. It was hard though, especially as he realized that the sound he had just heard was that of the dowager's cane moving away from the locked door of the library....
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A/N: Duhn duhn duhhhhhh! I think its safe to assume that the dowager is the very last person anyone wants lurking about when they are trying to have sex, let alone Vegeta and Bulma. Nothing good comes of the dowager being involved--though that probably goes without saying at this point....
Thanks to everyone who responded to my question--I guess I'll just keep posting when I can, trying to make it more regular though. We are getting to the good part, so I can't imagine not wanting to write as quickly as possible...
Next up, the meeting with Basil--just what could he want with Bulma?