Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Their Assignment ❯ Chapter 16

Bulma placed her tea on the stand near her bed. Then she reached out a hesitant finger and gently stroked the soft fur, causing a quiet purr to start deep in the back of Vegeta's throat. Bulma noticed the sound and looked up, but what she saw apparently made her change her mind about her entire request because she quickly snatched her hand back.

Vegeta was quicker.

With a movement that was too fast for her to follow his tail wrapped around her wrist. Bulma fell into his arms as she was tugged forward. She glared up at him and opened her mouth but the reprimand she had been about to fling at him was caught in the back of her throat as her lips were claimed by his. She felt his tail wrap around her thighs just below her bottom, lifting her up so that her lower body was pinned against his. She could feel the heat of his arousal through the layers of their clothing. She briefly thought about escaping before his arms settled around her waist, trapping her even more firmly against him and nixing that idea.

She tore her mouth away, hoping that would help her mouth remember what it had been about to tell him but his lips nibbled their way along her jaw and his tongue traced a path down her neck. Her mind refused to repeat its message.

Then he lightly nipped throat and she suddenly remembered what it was she was sure he was trying to make her forget. She pushed against his shoulders and pulled her upper body as far away from him as she could since her lower body was caught too tightly against him.

"We aren't supposed to be doing this Vegeta. It's just going to make everything more complicated."

"It's already been complicated by Goku and Chichi. There's nothing we can do that's going to make the problem any worse," he disagreed in rasping voice as he tugged Bulma's sweater off since she had been obliging enough to shift far enough away.

"I disagree! There's no reason that just because they've done something that we can do it too. There's going to be serious consequences for them if we can't find a way to oohhhh…"

They arrived at her house, quickly dashing from the car to get inside. As they got through the door, shaking the drops of water off like dogs the sound of voices reached them and they went to see what the noise was.

In the living room they found her brother sitting around a T.V. with Tien, Launch, and Yamcha.

"Hey you two!" Yamcha called petting the blue cat that settled on his knee. Puar floated up and called a greeting to them before settling on her companion's lap once more.

"Oh hi Krillin, hi 18," Launch said smiling sweetly at them from where she sat in the circle of Tien's arm.

"Guys," the three-eyed man nodded slightly at them. Just then Chiaotzu came into the room holding a big bowl of popcorn. He waved at them, bobbling the popcorn bowl and nearly spilling it in the process. "Hey! You made it just in time."

"He's right. We were just about to start the movie. You guys wanna watch it with us?" 17 offered, holding up a movie box.

"Oh yeah? Which one is it?" Krillin asked, not seeing the frown on his girlfriend's face.

"Arsenic and Old Lace."

"Um, isn't that a really old movie?" the smaller man asked, running a hand through his hair.

"Dude! New movies rely on special effects! You just don't see the kind of acting you'll get out of an older flick. I'm talking serious skills here!"

"He's right," Tien agreed. "Most of the movies you see these days are computerized effects of people getting blown up! That doesn't require as much effort as the old time stars had to put into it."

"Well if it's good," Krillin was starting to agree but 18 quickly corrected him.

"Sorry you guys but I'm going to take Krillin upstairs and jump his bones. So don't bother us!" With that she picked up her boyfriend and, ignoring his blushing protests along with the catcalls that followed them, hauled him upstairs.

Vegeta gently brushed a strand of hair back from her face. He leaned down to kiss her, but then he wasn't there. Bulma couldn't see where she was because of the somehow pale blinding light surrounding her.

Bulma…

It's you again? What do you want?

Bulma, it's time to finish remembering…

I see. So that is what I was really sent to Earth for. You expect me to do that?

Yes…You finally recall your true purpose…

I don't suppose you're going to make any suggestions about how to do it?

The decision is yours alone…

Why? Why are you expecting me to deal with this by myself?!

You aren't by yourself…

That's sophistry and you're evading my question!

Only a human can directly influence the world… That is why you were reborn as a human agent… The decision is yours to make…yours to live with…

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