Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Love of Two Women; The Heart of One Man ❯ Chapter Five ( Chapter 5 )

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The love of two women; the heart of one man. Chapter Five

Bulma set down her backpack on the satin sheets of her blue bed. She glanced at the clock casually. Only two hours to go and before she would go over to Vegeta's house. The thought of being over at his house, at night, alone, made her heart spin. Could it be that he felt the same way?

Bulma walked to her closet, pulling out each outfit that she thought right for her time with Vegeta. If she wore a skirt he might get the wrong idea, then again, part of her wanted him to be all wrong to her. She shook her head those thoughts had to stop.

The short pink skirt was a no-no, the long blue dress was too dressy, and then again she could wear her hip-hugger jeans that hugged every signal one of her curves. But she wanted to show some leg; this was harder than she could have ever thought. All of her shirts were pretty but she didn't know which one was better. Showing some cleavage might hint a little too much, much more than she was willing to give up at the moment to someone she hardly knew.

"Bulma! Someone at the door!" Her mother called yanking Bulma out of her thoughts.

Suddenly Bulma felt butterflies rush into her stomach. Was it Vegeta? Bulma shook her head. Why would it be? She was thinking about him too much for some reason and that had to stop. Bulma had no idea what had gotten into her, now everything she thought of reminded her of Vegeta. Even the blackness of the night reminded her of Vegeta's deep, endless, ebony eyes. Ugh! There she went again!

"Bulma!" Her mother yelled.

Bulma ran to her bedroom door. "I heard you mother!" She screamed back.

With that, Bulma slipped on her slippers and walked down her stairs to open the door. When Bulma reached the door and turned the knob she found Chi-Chi and her knew found friend, Juuhachi-gou standing before her. Bulma offered her two friends a charming smile and invited them in.

"Hey you two." Bulma began as she led them up the stairs to her room. "Why the sudden visit?"

Juuhachi-gou then looked over at Chi-Chi. "Well it was her idea. I just tagged along."

Bulma noted the offended tone of voice within Juuhachi-gou. "Oh, no! I didn't mean it like that! I don't mind you coming over at all."

Juuhachi-gou glanced back at Bulma cautiously. "Really?"

"Of course!" Bulma said happily leading her friend to her room.

Chi-Chi watched as her best friend led her and Juuhachi-gou to her own large room in the Capsule Corporation building. Bulma flung the heavy double doors open, allowing her friend entrance upon her grand bedroom. They all took not of all the clothes spread on the bed and the make-up all over the vanity.

"What were you doing when we got here?" Chi-Chi inquired picking up a short green dress.

Bulma blushed at the mess over her room. "Well, uh, I was just getting ready for something."

Juuhachi-gou nudged Chi-Chi. "Oh! Her big `date' with Vegeta."

Bulma's already reddened cheeks turned to fire. "It's not a date! It's an interview!" She clarified.

"Oh? Is that what they're calling it now?" Juuhachi-gou asked. "An interview?"

"Speaking of which," Chi-Chi said pulling something out of her couch purse. "Here are the questions I came up with."

Bulma eyed the pink sheet of paper. She rolled her eyes at Chi-Chi choice of color. Then her eyes noticed a particular question.

"Is he a what?!" Bulma declared waving the paper her friend's face.

Juuhachi-gou took the paper in her hands. "Well I think that I says `virgin'." Juuhachi-gou replied casually.

Bulma huffed. "UGH! I know what it says but, Kami Chi! I can't ask him that!"

Chi-Chi looked pensive. "I think that you can. Teach won't have a problem with it." explained Chi-Chi.

Bulma threw the paper on the bed. "I'd much rather ask my own question thank you Chi-Chi Mau!" Bulma said, outraged.

She began running an ivory brush through her hair roughly, as if trying to forget what had just happened as well as trying to smooth her blue locks into a hairstyle. Bulma huffed and set the brush down when she tried in vain. She would try to deal with her hair later. After setting the brush down, Bulma walked over to her walk-in closet. Maybe choosing something decent to wear would be easier this time around. It just had to be simpler than brushing out her tangled tresses of blue silk.

"Why don't you let me help." Juuhachi-gou said.

Bulma could only watch as Juuhachi-gou picked out a denim skirt and a glitter-filled top from Bulma's bed where Chi-Chi sat, watching her as well. She held them before Bulma. The smiles that grew on Chi-Chi and Bulma's faces showed success. Without as much as a thank you Bulma took hold of the garments and walked to her bathroom to change.

Chi-Chi watched Juuhachi-gou take a seat on the chair before her taking a magazine in her hands.

"I didn't know you were into fashion." Chi-Chi muttered offhandedly to Juuhachi-gou as the blonde turned the pages of the magazine in her hand.

The blonde glanced at the contents in her hand oddly. "I am not." She said, "I only wish to perceive what morons call `fashion' nowadays." Juuhachi-gou stated with contempt.

Juuhachi-gou watched as the raven-haired girl before her shot her onyx eyes to her lap where her hands rested together.

"Oh." Chi-Chi replied.

A mental slap sent Juuhachi-gou into thought. Maybe she should have been kinder to the girl who tried to befriend her. She sighed as they waited for Bulma's return.

"Music is more my thing." Juuhachi-gou amended.

Chi-Chi looked up at the blonde. "Huh?" she questioned, for she had not been listening to her.

"I said, Music is more my thing." Juuhachi-gou restated.

Chi-Chi's eyes lit up, so the blonde didn't hate her! "Me too." Came her giggle.

"Yeah?" Juuhachi-gou asked as she watched the girl. "What kind?" Inquired Juuhachi-gou, sincerely.

"Uh, mostly hip-hop, pop-" Chi-Chi was cut off by a cough in the doorway.

The two girls looked up to see Bulma, with her hands on her hips, in the doorway. They smiled.

"Looks nice." Chi-Chi said to her friend as Juuhachi-gou and her walked up to Bulma.

Bulma looked at herself in the mirror. "Maybe too nice, like date nice." She suggested.

"Naw." Assured Juuhachi-gou. "If it's not a date then why would you be worried?"

Chi-Chi shot Juuhachi-gou a smiled. `Good one!'

Bulma glared at the two of them. "Look, if the two of you aren't going to help me then get the hell out of my room!" Bulma yelled not in the least bit playful to her friends.

They looked at her; the smile on Chi-Chi's lips vanished, as did the smirk lying on Juuhachi-gou's lips.

"Oh hey!" Chi-Chi said pouting. "I didn't mean anything."

"Neither did I." Juuhachi-gou improved her tone of voice.

Bulma softened her glare at them. "Fine. But you two have to make it up to me, you're making me late."

Chi-Chi smiled. "Please, sit back and allow us to do your make-up!" She said with a smile.

Bulma shrugged. How bad could it be? As Juuhachi-gou pushed Bulma back into a chair that was by her vanity Bulma prepared to find out. She saw Chi-Chi pull out something shinny, Juuhachi-gou held her back in place as Chi-Chi brought the silver pick to her eyebrows.

"You have a natural arch to them Bulma." Chi-Chi said as she smoothed out her eyebrows with her finger first. "And in order to do your make-up right, you have to have your face in perfect condition."

Bulma didn't protest just then.

But when Chi-Chi forcefully pulled a few strands of hair from her eyebrows Bulma jumped in her seat.

"Ouch, that fucking hurts." Bulma yelled out.

"Hush Bulma, we need to fix your eyebrows, so that they look right," Chi-Chi said plucking out some hair. "It will be over soon. Thank Kami you don't have `bush man' eyebrows."

"Ouch!!" Bulma yelled again. "Do you really have to do that?"

"Yes." Chi-Chi and Juuhachi-gou said at the same time.

"But it hurts like hell!" Bulma yelled some more.

"Don't worry!" Chi-Chi said plucking out more hair.

Juuhachi-gou brought an apple that rested on Bulma's desk to her lips, that way she could bite out the pain. Bulma took a chunk out of it as Chi-Chi did the finishing touches.

"There, I'm finally done," Chi-Chi shouted handing Bulma a mirror.

Bulma rolled her eyes; her thin, blue eyebrows were hardly changed. "I really don't see a change," Bulma said looking at her eyebrows.

"I do," Chi-Chi said pointing at Bulma's eyebrow.

"Yeah same here." Juuhachi-gou said. "They bring out the natural arch of her eyes and her cheekbones look higher now."

Bulma's eyes bulged. "That's a good thing sweety." Chi-Chi assured.

They allowed her to lay back.

"Now it's time for the real make-up." Chi-Chi said taking a lipstick into her hands.

"Awe Chi!" She protested. "I don't really need lipstick. This isn't a date remember?" Bulma asked looking at how red her lips were getting.

Chi-Chi laughed as Juuhachi-gou walked back to Bulma's bed.

"Oh silly, I remember that, but it's just better this way. Trust me." Chi-Chi said finishing her lips with a little more touch of lipstick.

Juuhachi-gou smiled. "Besides, Bulma you're turning out great." Juuhachi-gou said while Chi-Chi handed Bulma a hand mirror.

Hey, you're right," Bulma said smiling. "This does look a lot better."

"Now, for some eye shadow and mascara." Chi-Chi said putting Bulma some eye shadow. She chose a nice shade of golden pink to go with Bulma's pale skin.

After 30 minutes of doing Bulma's make-up and fixing Bulma's hair for the last time, Chi-Chi and Juuhachi-gou decided that their girl was ready to go.

Bulma glanced at herself in the mirror with worry. "Ok, Chi, Juu-Chan, you guys don't think this skirt is too short?"

Juuhachi-gou took a double take at Bulma. "For the last time no." She said.

"You look fine." Chi-Chi said handing Bulma a pair of sandal heels. "Now put this own and tell us how everything goes later."

Bulma looked back at her friends pleadingly. "Alright." She said meekly.

They watched as Bulma walked down her stairs and out of her front door into her car. Juuhachi-gou fell down on Bulma's chair with a huff.

"What do you think will happen?" She asked Chi-Chi looking at the collection of Cd's Bulma had next to her.

Chi-Chi sighed. "I have no idea." She responded. "But we better find out!"

Bulma raised her shaking hand to knock on the heavy, white, French cut door to Vegeta's house. He lived in a large home, two stories, four blocks down from her own home. On the drive over she wondered what she would say to him, would she say a simple hi? No, that would be far to straightforward, she needed something more welcoming seeing as how they were going to be spending at least three hours together. She would be in the same room with the boy that she hardly knew, but was, needless to say, attracted to. Because of boys like Yamcha she wanted anything that was better than he was, and that was just about anything. She had a feeling that deep down Vegeta could be loving, that he could be sweeter than any boy alive.

Finally after all her thinking, Bulma got up the guts to knock on the door. With two sturdy knocks Bulma back away waiting for the door to open. When it did, a tall woman with long black hair stood before her, her wise black eyes eyed Bulma up and down.

"Yes?" The older woman asked Bulma when she noticed Bulma wasn't saying a word. "Might I be able to help you young lady?"

"Uh, yes, is Vegeta home?" Bulma stuttered smoothing her skirt out.

The lady raised an eyebrow at her. "My son happens to be in his room." She all but pounced at Bulma.

Her eyes were deep and menacing, a cold hard look was reflected from them. She now saw where Vegeta got his cold demeanor. If not from his mother than his father must have been like the devil.

Bulma suddenly wanted to turn and run out of the room. But she held her compositor and stood up right by Vegeta's mother.

"I don't recall seeing you around." Vegeta's mother said walking with Bulma to the living room. "You are much more different than the other girls that come around looking for him."

Bulma held in a gasp. `Other girls? What is this, a pimp's station?' Bulma wondered in her mind with open disgust.

When they reached a grand stairway his mother pointed up. "He's been in his room since he got home. It's the fourth door to the right." She explained.

Bulma nodded and bowed the upper half of her body. "Arigatou." Bulma whispered as she walked up the stairs.

Vegeta mother watched the girl with the short mini-skirt walk up the stairs to call upon her son. She was different, no doubt lay in her mind, but if she was the right type for her son, that was a different story all together. She shook her head and walked back into the kitchen.

Bulma found the fourth door to the right, Vegeta's room. She heard loud music blasting from the inside of the chamber where Mr. High-and-mighty must have resided. Bulma, this time, decided that there was no use for her to stand out there like a deer caught in headlights, she would knock now. However, when she knocked her knock fell on dead air. She gathered that due to the loud noise from the inside of the room no one would answer. Taking all of her strength Bulma took her hand and turned the golden knob so that she was inside of the room.

She looked around, so this was Vegeta's room? There were only the most essential pieces of furniture in his room, nothing that was over needed. There was a master bed that looked like it were a room all it's own due to its massive size. Along with it was a short end table with a clock on the top of it. A large bookcase adorned most if not all of the left side of his room with its volumes of books. The large bookcase carried books from Edgar Alan Poe, to William Shakespeare. Bulma arched an eyebrow as she took in her hands the thin railing of the book `Antony and Cleopatra.' Why on Earth a boy like Vegeta would have such a classical book was beyond her. She set it down and took in the rest of his room.

In a corner of the room was a Louis the XVIII chest with golden figures on it, Bulma was amazed. That chest could be worth thousands, even millions. She shook her head; the irony in this room was too much. Finally her eyes dawned upon the source of the loud music. A huge stereo up top large desk was the undeniable source of the racket. Bulma, in frustration, shut it off completely and walked to sit on Vegeta's bed.

It was then when she realized that a door was across her to her left, and that was when the water stopped. Bulma paled, Vegeta had been in the shower.

"Woman, I swear on Kami that if that's you messing with my stereo I will rave and rant until there is no more sound left in your ears. When I get out there you better be gone and that better have been the battery that went out." Bulma heard Vegeta yell from his bathroom. "I do not want any of your surprises up here, woman!"

Bulma turned so white she could have blended in with the walls of Vegeta's room. Did he know that she was there, in his room, and that she had been the one messing with his music? Bulma got off of Vegeta's bed slowly and softly trying to make her way to the door that lay in front of her. She moved with all of her grace trying to be a soft as humanly possible.

Just as her hand made it around the golden doorknob a voice called out to her.

"What an interesting surprise indeed." Came the purr.

Bulma let her body freeze and she turned back. When she looked back she fainted.

Half an hour later Bulma cracked open one eye, she groaned. It felt like she had been run over by a bus and left to die on the street.

"What in the name of Kami were you doing in my room, woman?" A voice bombed in her ears loudly.

"Will the both of you please shut up!" Bulma screamed, her ears had heard to sets of voices.

Vegeta shook his head. "Woman, there is only me." He stated much more calmly.

Bulma looked up at him and her eyes nearly jumped out of their sockets. "Vegeta." She said softly.

"Who else?" He asked back to his arrogant tone of voice. "Now tell me what you were doing here!" He demanded not giving her a chance to forget the question.

Bulma turned away when while she was explained what she was doing inside of his room in the first place.

"You told me to come over, right?" She asked him.

Vegeta nodded.

"Well you mother told me that you were in your room, I had no idea that you were in the shower." Bulma replied with a hint of color rising to her cheeks.

"Next time woman, knock." Vegeta said to Bulma leaning over her body. "You might not get hurt next time."

"What do you mean hurt?" Bulma asked him.

To show what he was talking about Vegeta placed two of his fingers over Bulma's forehead where there was now a large bump.

"OW!" She screamed jumping up in his bed slightly. Then, their noses touched. Bulma looked up and blushed but didn't move away. Neither did Vegeta, there was a suddenly hot and unbearably strange moment

"How in the name of Kami did that get there!?" Bulma yelled at Vegeta.

Vegeta didn't answer; he only got closer. "Now I would like to be the one asking the questions." Vegeta stated to Bulma.

Bulma didn't reply; they were too close for her to reply without there being contact between their lips at the moment. "When you saw me, you wanted me right?" He asked huskily their lips less than an inch apart.

"I, Vegeta, I-" Her voice drowned in their pool of newly found lust.

He smirked at her and that was all he did as he tilted his head and pressed his lips to hers. At first Bulma was startled but then she relaxed and sighed as Vegeta began to stroke her cheek softly.

There was another moment of confusion between the two as suddenly Bulma found herself pinned under Vegeta's hard body and kisses. She couldn't resist kissing him back and running her hands all over his beautifully sculpted body the same way he was doing to her. He slipped his warm hands into her glittery shirt and pulled it cleanly over her head leaving her in her black bra.

Inside Bulma was slightly scared; she was finally going to lose the most important thing in her life to someone she hardly knew. But it wasn't as if Vegeta was forcing her, she was willing and ready, and she was ready. She lay on her back and caressed the sides of his face, before he planted kisses on the tip of her nose and eyelids. She would have never thought him to be so tender and caring. But the fear was still there; it was evident the moment she opened her eyes again.

Vegeta took note of the fear in her eyes, he sighed, he knew that it was only natural. He stopped what he was doing to focus on Bulma even if it was driving him crazy.

"You want me to stop?" He asked putting himself above her on his elbows on either side of her.

Bulma shook her head and yanked Vegeta down to her hungrily.

He took this as a permit to continue and rolled them over so that he was on top again. He slipped off her skirt and panties; she was almost nude. There was only one more garment left and that was what he was working on. He unclasped it from behind and the garment slipped off her arms finally revealing her plump breasts. Bulma's eyes shut closed from the feeling.

When his work there was done he got up and Bulma's eyes shot open.

"What are you doing? Where are you going?" She panted.

"Be quiet woman, I wouldn't just leave you like that." He smirked devilishly at her and removed his pants and boxers.

He crawled over her slowly and positioned himself as he spread her legs. Bulma threw her head back and murmured in pleasure as Vegeta slid himself into her silky wetness. Her legs locked around his waist as he pinned her arms to the allow hull above her head and began to thrust. He kissed her roughly, she allowed that and more.

Vegeta stroked his strong hands up and down her pale body, feeling her tremble beneath his fingertips. Unable to control himself, he began kissing and nipping her breasts wildly, straddling her. Although he was well aware that he hardly knew her, he had never known a passion and a lust so powerful. It was maddening, because if he didn't have her then and there he would go mad inside his own insanity. Forget Terra for the moment, Bulma was all he knew, thought of, saw, and needed. He began kissing down her stomach, and lashed his tongue upon her soft skin along the way. Finally, he reached her womanhood. She began to buck her hips gently against him and moan.

Without even realizing it her nails were leaving red scratch marks on his back as he hit their bodies roughly. Bulma's moans had become screams and Vegeta could tell she was nearing her end. Then suddenly she screamed his name and came; Vegeta growled as her walls crushed his member with nearly painful pleasure. She began to scream again as she felt yet another orgasm nearing and she dug her nails into his arms as she felt the pleasure to be unbearable.

"Wow, Vegeta, I never would have thought, it would have been this good."

The words were almost a disjointed groan; her breath was a heavy hindrance in her throat as Vegeta pounded her again and again. How he had the power to work her the way that he did, she was totally confused. Bulma looked down at him and explored his chest, tracing the many lines holding pacts of muscles. For a boy, almost a man, of 18 years he was built like a god. Vegeta grasped her hips and rose above her and slammed her onto his length, filling her to the brim with his throbbing muscle. Bulma arched her back, offering her chest to him silently. He declined softly for he had better plans for the woman.

Deciding that he needed more to hold on Vegeta grabbed the headboard of the bed, giving him more of a grip to dive deeper in Bulma. She screamed out his name, she screamed until her voice was raw from screaming. Bulma clawed at his back, he was so powerful. Vegeta laughed it off and continued to work.

"Vege, stop, I'm too tired." Bulma panted almost in a whine.

"Why would you be? I'm the one doing all the work." Vegeta panted.

He propped himself up on his elbows deciding that she had had enough. She placed her head on his chest as he too was worn out. Vegeta ran his hand through her head full of blue locks as her whole body went numb with ecstasy and exhaustion. He rolled onto his back pulling out of her taking her limp body with him and laying her on his chest.

It was over; their work was done.

He somehow managed to grip the blanket and covered them both with the warmness. Bulma finally looked up at him, brushing her lips against his temple as he nuzzled his face against her neck.

"I love you."

Vegeta looked at her with an unreadable look on his face, she couldn't have meant that, it was just the sex talking. She was too high off of their powerful lust to remember or think of anything. If she were in her sanity he was sure that she would not have said that. But he was wrong for thinking that she didn't know how she felt, Bulma did know, she knew well.

Bulma would have never thought that Vegeta would have been the one to make her feel that way. He had been so good; it was almost unbearably good. Bulma moaned to herself as she thought back to it. Not even thinking of what might happen to them later, she closed her eyes and slipped of into sleep along side Vegeta. All she knew what that she was happy that they had met and that was all that mattered. Vegeta had said that after Terra there would be no one else, but sadly, there was.