Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Secret of the Enchantress ❯ Midnight Caresses ( Chapter 4 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Ra Tai 17 
Bulma shares her feelings about having powers to Vegeta and Vegeta reveals his true feeling about Bulma.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Hentai / Fantasy / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.25.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 255 | Status: Work In Progress
Bulma shares her feelings about having powers to Vegeta and Vegeta reveals his true feeling about Bulma.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Hentai / Fantasy / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.25.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 255 | Status: Work In Progress
The Secret of the Enchantress
Chapter 4: Midnight Caresses
Chapter 4: Midnight Caresses
Vegeta was lying on his bed, thinking about what happened that day. Bulma was able to cast magic in front of him two times. To him it was atonishing, but with her, it was like she didn't even care. 'Well, hell. If she doesn't care, I don't care. It's not my fucking concern." Vegeta thought to himself. He looked out his window. The half-moon above him was telling him that it was about midnight. His thoughts were interrupted as he heard someone knock on his door. "What?" He grumbled. He soon heard the soft voice of Bulma. "Hi, Vegeta. Can I talk to you?" she softly asked. Vegeta sat up and replied "Yes, woman. If you desire."
Bulma walked into his black colored room. The color reflected him well. So dark and mysterious. She sat on the end of his bed. For a while they just stared until Bulma said, "I know I must have surprised you with my powers these past few days." Vegeta nodded and said, "Yes." Bulma looked down at the black silk bedspread before saying, "I bet you think that I am a witch now, don't you?" Vegeta kept silent. Tears came to Bulma's eyes as she exclaimed, "Please don't. I don't know how I got them or what's going on! I am just so very much confused." She then broke down into tears.
Watching her cry began to stir feelings in his heart. Usually Vegeta would have rolled his eyes back in his head in annoyance, but this time he could feel something in her voice. Fear, confusion, helplessness. He looked at her. She was crying with her hand over her eyes. Vegeta to his own surprise, reached over and put his hand on top of hers. "Woman," He said. Bulma looked up at him. Vegeta sucked in a breath. Her eyes were so beautiful in the moonlight. So angelic and innocent. "Come here." He ordered pulling her to him by her hand. He pulled her into his lap and held her. Bulma widened her eyes in surprise for a second but then relished in his strong hold, put her arms around his strong neck and wrapped her legs around his waist.
Vegeta was in shock for a moment. He didn't know why he put her on his lap, but he just did. It was like something, some force was driving him towards her. He then blinked in slight realization. Maybe he was becoming soft. He may have been strong while he trained but his soul still needed some straightening up to do. He began to think about it some more, but when he felt Bulma put her head in the crook of his neck, he couldn't think about anything else but her. He smelled something sweet and when he smelled her hair he could smell the smell of Jasmine. 'Jasmine suits her so.' He thought. He then noticed that she was wearing her dark blue tee shirt that she wore to bed. It wasn't too short but short enough to show her legs. Just the thought of that made his heart beat faster than usual. He looked at her hair. It was straight, like a turquoise blue willow tree. It was about shoulder length and limp. Nevertheless, Vegeta loved it. But what amazed him the most about her was her attitude. She could be mean and vicious one minute and calm and sweet the next. 'She would make a great Saiyan queen.' Vegeta thought but then sighed. That would never happen. First of all she had to be a Saiyan for him to mate with her. Second of all, she had to be royalty. In other words, a princess. Disobeying those rules by marrying someone not of that status would shame the Saiyan race for as long as the Saiyan prince should live.
Bulma held Vegeta tight as if letting him go would be a fatal mistake. She didn't cry anymore, just let him hold her. She was happy just to know he WOULD hold her. She could smell his washed hair. It smelled like the cologne that her father puts on. She began to rub all on his back and arms like a caress. Vegeta sighed with pleasure. While she was rubbing she began to massage his spinal cord, one vertebrae at time, being especially careful where his tail was. She then could feel Vegeta shiver slightly as she began to work out the kinks in his back muscles. She bit her lower lip as she realized how much pain he must have been in before she did this.He must have been in a lot of stress. Right then and there she decided that she wanted to help take out as much pain as possible so she kept going. After she stopped, she could hear Vegeta breathing faster. She then pulled her head back and stared into his eyes. She admired the way his eyes were. Like shadows that watched over everybody. In them she could see pain, anger and somehow a very small glimpse of hope.
Vegeta looked into her beautiful eyes and just stared in them. In them, he could see hope, courage, determination and one other feeling: Admiration. Just to think that this beauty would admire him made his heart soar. He had never felt such bliss in his whole life. All his life he had been tortured, pained and angered by many people. It wasn't everyday a girl and a human girl for tha matter would make him feel good. Suddenly he could feel the force bringing him forward towards her face. Bulma could see him coming closer to her. Her lips trembled as he touched her lips with his.
Then when she hugged him closer to her, and she returned the kiss with joy, everything within Vegeta knew that he could never love anyone as much as this woman. Although he admitted it to himself, he knew he could never admit it to anyone else. Not even Bulma. He really didn't understand it, but he knew he liked it. He relaxed in the kiss she gave him. The taste of her lips was like honey. Her hair and body smelled like heavenly Jasmine. Her body was pliant and sweet in his arms. Her arms around his neck proving how much she adored him, were like a magic potion, making him hungrier for something more than hugs and massages right at this moment.
He wanted her.
All of her.
Just her.
Shaken by his feelings, having been without a woman for far too long, Vegeta stood up then gazed for a moment into Bulma's sparkling eyes. Then breathless with wonder, he picked her up and laid her on her stomach softly on the bed. Fear stirred inside Bulma for a moment as her eyes widened and she whimpered. Vegeta kneeled down beside her and said, "Shh, woman. I am simply returning the favor you gave me." She nodded and he stood back up. He put his hand on her back and slowly raised his ki.
Bulma moaned as a calming heat spread though her body. It seemed to absorb all the tightness and soreness around it. Vegeta then gently rubbed her back and sides making sure he also got the kinks in her back as well. Bulma sighed happily. She couldn't believe that the arrogant prince was massaging her back. She really couldn't believe that he kissed her. It was a nice kiss. Gentle and soft. They spent the whole night massaging, hugging, kissing and talking about the Dragonball hunt coming up and also about her newfound powers. Vegeta then noticed that Bulma was yawning. He smirked and asked. "Tired?" She smiled and nodded. Vegeta put his arm over her shoulder and said, "Sleep, woman. I will see you tomorrow." Bulma nodded and closed her eyes. Vegeta covered her up in the covers was about to go to sleep when he heard, "Vegeta?" He looked down at her. "Yes, woman?" Bulma smiled and before closing her eyes said, "I am glad we are somewhat at peace now."
Vegeta smirked, put his head on hers and said, "Me too, woman. Me too." Then he closed his eyes.
Bulma walked into his black colored room. The color reflected him well. So dark and mysterious. She sat on the end of his bed. For a while they just stared until Bulma said, "I know I must have surprised you with my powers these past few days." Vegeta nodded and said, "Yes." Bulma looked down at the black silk bedspread before saying, "I bet you think that I am a witch now, don't you?" Vegeta kept silent. Tears came to Bulma's eyes as she exclaimed, "Please don't. I don't know how I got them or what's going on! I am just so very much confused." She then broke down into tears.
Watching her cry began to stir feelings in his heart. Usually Vegeta would have rolled his eyes back in his head in annoyance, but this time he could feel something in her voice. Fear, confusion, helplessness. He looked at her. She was crying with her hand over her eyes. Vegeta to his own surprise, reached over and put his hand on top of hers. "Woman," He said. Bulma looked up at him. Vegeta sucked in a breath. Her eyes were so beautiful in the moonlight. So angelic and innocent. "Come here." He ordered pulling her to him by her hand. He pulled her into his lap and held her. Bulma widened her eyes in surprise for a second but then relished in his strong hold, put her arms around his strong neck and wrapped her legs around his waist.
Vegeta was in shock for a moment. He didn't know why he put her on his lap, but he just did. It was like something, some force was driving him towards her. He then blinked in slight realization. Maybe he was becoming soft. He may have been strong while he trained but his soul still needed some straightening up to do. He began to think about it some more, but when he felt Bulma put her head in the crook of his neck, he couldn't think about anything else but her. He smelled something sweet and when he smelled her hair he could smell the smell of Jasmine. 'Jasmine suits her so.' He thought. He then noticed that she was wearing her dark blue tee shirt that she wore to bed. It wasn't too short but short enough to show her legs. Just the thought of that made his heart beat faster than usual. He looked at her hair. It was straight, like a turquoise blue willow tree. It was about shoulder length and limp. Nevertheless, Vegeta loved it. But what amazed him the most about her was her attitude. She could be mean and vicious one minute and calm and sweet the next. 'She would make a great Saiyan queen.' Vegeta thought but then sighed. That would never happen. First of all she had to be a Saiyan for him to mate with her. Second of all, she had to be royalty. In other words, a princess. Disobeying those rules by marrying someone not of that status would shame the Saiyan race for as long as the Saiyan prince should live.
Bulma held Vegeta tight as if letting him go would be a fatal mistake. She didn't cry anymore, just let him hold her. She was happy just to know he WOULD hold her. She could smell his washed hair. It smelled like the cologne that her father puts on. She began to rub all on his back and arms like a caress. Vegeta sighed with pleasure. While she was rubbing she began to massage his spinal cord, one vertebrae at time, being especially careful where his tail was. She then could feel Vegeta shiver slightly as she began to work out the kinks in his back muscles. She bit her lower lip as she realized how much pain he must have been in before she did this.He must have been in a lot of stress. Right then and there she decided that she wanted to help take out as much pain as possible so she kept going. After she stopped, she could hear Vegeta breathing faster. She then pulled her head back and stared into his eyes. She admired the way his eyes were. Like shadows that watched over everybody. In them she could see pain, anger and somehow a very small glimpse of hope.
Vegeta looked into her beautiful eyes and just stared in them. In them, he could see hope, courage, determination and one other feeling: Admiration. Just to think that this beauty would admire him made his heart soar. He had never felt such bliss in his whole life. All his life he had been tortured, pained and angered by many people. It wasn't everyday a girl and a human girl for tha matter would make him feel good. Suddenly he could feel the force bringing him forward towards her face. Bulma could see him coming closer to her. Her lips trembled as he touched her lips with his.
Then when she hugged him closer to her, and she returned the kiss with joy, everything within Vegeta knew that he could never love anyone as much as this woman. Although he admitted it to himself, he knew he could never admit it to anyone else. Not even Bulma. He really didn't understand it, but he knew he liked it. He relaxed in the kiss she gave him. The taste of her lips was like honey. Her hair and body smelled like heavenly Jasmine. Her body was pliant and sweet in his arms. Her arms around his neck proving how much she adored him, were like a magic potion, making him hungrier for something more than hugs and massages right at this moment.
He wanted her.
All of her.
Just her.
Shaken by his feelings, having been without a woman for far too long, Vegeta stood up then gazed for a moment into Bulma's sparkling eyes. Then breathless with wonder, he picked her up and laid her on her stomach softly on the bed. Fear stirred inside Bulma for a moment as her eyes widened and she whimpered. Vegeta kneeled down beside her and said, "Shh, woman. I am simply returning the favor you gave me." She nodded and he stood back up. He put his hand on her back and slowly raised his ki.
Bulma moaned as a calming heat spread though her body. It seemed to absorb all the tightness and soreness around it. Vegeta then gently rubbed her back and sides making sure he also got the kinks in her back as well. Bulma sighed happily. She couldn't believe that the arrogant prince was massaging her back. She really couldn't believe that he kissed her. It was a nice kiss. Gentle and soft. They spent the whole night massaging, hugging, kissing and talking about the Dragonball hunt coming up and also about her newfound powers. Vegeta then noticed that Bulma was yawning. He smirked and asked. "Tired?" She smiled and nodded. Vegeta put his arm over her shoulder and said, "Sleep, woman. I will see you tomorrow." Bulma nodded and closed her eyes. Vegeta covered her up in the covers was about to go to sleep when he heard, "Vegeta?" He looked down at her. "Yes, woman?" Bulma smiled and before closing her eyes said, "I am glad we are somewhat at peace now."
Vegeta smirked, put his head on hers and said, "Me too, woman. Me too." Then he closed his eyes.