Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Through A Mirror Darkly ❯ Annoying Interruptions ( Chapter 2 )

"You smell good, woman." Vegeta breathed in the scent of her blue-tinted hair, so soft against his touch, and felt her sigh against him as he licked a trail of wetness up her throat and nipped at her delicate chin before taking her mouth beneath his own, "Like cocoanut…"

"It's my new shampoo…" She said, her voice a whisper as he pressed her against the wall, one hand moving up her thigh, shoving the hem of her skirt high on her leg, feeling the tingle of her skin against his own, like electric bolts coursing between them, "Vegeta…what…?"

"Shh…" He said as he found the waistband of her panties, smiling secretly to himself as he felt her dampness through the thin, silky material, "I know you've missed this as much as I…"

It had been weeks since he'd taken her and the strain was wearing on him. His mind was such a blur now, filled with emotions and yearnings, that he could not rightly have said, exactly how they came to be in their current situation in the hallways outside the bathroom. All he knew was that she filled his senses and he wanted more than just a breif taste…he wanted all of her.

Bulma shoved her hands through his hair, lifting his face from her breast as he suckled her through the material of her blouse, his mouth leaving a mark of wetness over her taut nipple, and forced him to kiss her once more, whimpering against his mouth as his fingers found her bud of pleasure and stroked it gently.

She could feel him getting hard against her and reached down to cup his manhood through the material of his uniform, marveling, as she always did, at exactly how large and stiff he'd become in only a few short moments with her. She felt somehow…powerful…to have such ability. She licked his ear and smirked to herself, which was swiftly wiped from her face as his ministrations became more demanding of her attention. She sagged against him and bucked at his hand involuntarily with her hips, needing what he was offering. She sighed his name against his hair and nearly begged for him not to stop.

"I have no intention of stopping, woman." He said, his voice low with need, "But we may want to take this out of the hallwa…."

Call me!

Vegeta stumbled back from Bulma, his hands flying to his head. Bulma, unstable from his treatment of her, sank down to the floor against the wall but looked up at him in confusion and concern. He grimaced and turned from her, the hardness in his pants all ready beginning to soften.

Reflection!

No! Vegeta cried to himself, Not now! The voice hadn't bothered him in weeks, he was almost certain he'd heard the last of it and now…now it had decided to show up at the most annoying of moments! He glanced back at Bulma, who was sitting with her arms folded over her chest, looking mussed but no less desirable. He felt his throat tighten as he looked at her.

"Vegeta?" She asked, "What is it? Do you have a headache?"

Call me! Damn you!

"Shut up! Just shut up!" He yelled, at the voice in his head, but Bulma must have thought he was screaming at her because she got to her feet and glared at him.

"What is with you, Vegeta!?" She cried, rage flashing across her blue eyes, her brows drawind down like stormclouds over turbulant waters. He tried to come after her, to show her he hadn't meant to yell and not at her but she jerked away from his touch, "Don't touch me! Just leave me alone, ya psycho!"

The mirror!

"Ggah!" Vegeta held his head and willed the voice to cease it's yelling inside of him. He stumbled away from Bulma and into their room, slamming the door shut behind him. He saw the crib in the corner and his daughter's mindless gurgle as she played with her toys and stuffed animals.

She saw her father come in and smiled, holding out her tiny arms in a demand to be lifted out of her crib. Bulma must have just put her down for a nap and the little girl had had other ideas. He smiled down at his daughter, through the pain in his head, but did move to lift her from her barred prision. "Shh, Bra…Honey, go to sleep. Daddy can't deal with you right now…"

He sank down on the bed and covered his ears as his daughter's soft baby gurgles became screams of frustration at having her father deny her. She began to throw her toys out of the crib, her little face crimson with anger. It's no wonder, Vegeta thought as he looked up as saw the baby's red face and blazing blue eyes, with two parents like Bulma and I that she would have a temper…

Just then, Bulma stormed into the room and glared at him, striding towards the crib to pick up the little girl. "I see even your own daughter is subject to you mood swings!"

"She was just having a temper tantrum, Bulma…" He said, sighing, as he lay on the bed, "She would have stopped eventaully…"

"Oh, and you couldn't be bothered to check and see if she was wet?" She asked, holding her tiny look-alike on her hip, "Or god forbid, she just wanted some attention from her father?!"

"Go away, woman." He said, grabbing a pillow and covering his head, he was trying to muffle the shrillness of her voice but with his acute saiyan hearing that was very difficult to do, "I don't feel like listening to your voice."

Bulma, her face almost as red as her daughter's had been moments ago, opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. She was too angry form words. Instead, much to Vegeta's releif, he heard her footfalls and the slamming of their bedroom door as she left.

"Da-Da seepy?" He heard Bra's high-pitched baby voice behind the door as she was carried away by her mother and Bulma's lower, more sarcastic response; "No, Da-Da's a jackass. Come one, sweetie pie, lets go play in the living room…"

Call me!

Vegeta held the pillow tighter against his head but could not muffle the voice inside. It forced it's way into his mind and could not be ignored. If only he could figure out what it wanted from him! If only he could understand what it was he was soppose to do!