Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Unrequited Feelings ❯ First Date, and a First Kiss ( Chapter 12 )

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, except for faith, and the plot to this story.

Vegeta trailed behind a very excited Bulma through the bustling, and busy streets of Satan City, his eyes gaze never faltering, and glued to her backside. If only he could stop time, and give her ass a tiny squeeze. It looked so soft, and firm... he imagined it was smooth...

"Vegeta?"

"Yes?" he stammered, looking up.

"You're being awfully quiet back there. Say something." she suggested.

"There isn't much to say." he responded idly.

"Why?"

"Because." he snapped, slightly irritated.

"Whatever..."

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing... oh look, we're here!!"

"Where?" he blushed when she grabbed his hand, and tugged him towards a tiny restaurant. He blinked in utter confusion, as she led them there, and even through the gloved hand, he could feel the warmth of her hand radiating into his.

They stepped inside. The restaurant was small, and cramped, but an ever so delicious scent wafted through his nostrils, making his stomach growl. She led them through the crowd, and then to the register, where Vegeta waited impatiently. The cashier suddenly remembered Bulma, and he greeted her with a cheery hello, but his face went paper white when he saw who was standing next to her.

"P-P-Prince Vegeta... your h-h-highness...." he stammered, bowing down, and accidentally hitting himself on the counter. "H-h-ow may I serve you... your highness??"

Vegeta was becoming slightly uncomfortable from seeing the feeble man attempting to show him respect, but when he noticed the look on Bulma's face, she was relaxed, and carefree... as though she didn't care what was going on... she wasn't scared of him... this gave him a peace of mind.

"Can I have the usual." she murmured casually.

The man now turned his attention to her. "Oh yes." he stammered.

"I would like two please."

"Yes ma'am." he smiled nervously, writing on a piece of paper, his hand shaking dangerously, he could hardly understand what he was writing.

"How much will that be?"

He shook severely, the pen, and paper now falling from his hands. "Oh, don't worry!! It's on the house!!"

They found a table, and they sat down, waiting for the ramen to cool off a bit. Vegeta leaned in, resting his chin on his hand, staring out the window prominently. She mirrored his position, sighing heavily. This felt so weird, she thought. She was back home... in her home town, where she grew up... but it wasn't like she was free... Vegeta was there, holding her as captive... it just wasn't the same anymore. Things were never going to be the same anymore.

She sighed, and picked up her chop sticks, and ate eagerly. She glanced at Vegeta, and he was staring at the chop sticks, as though it was an alien object. She suddenly remembered, and asked for a fork, and they handed it to him quickly, afraid that he was going to blast the town into two. He took a mouthful of the ramen, chewing profusely. He had never tasted anything more delicious in his life.

"Do you like it, Vegeta-chan?"

He dropped his fork, making a tiny clang, as it landed on the table. Since when did she ever start calling him that? "It's okay." he murmured, accepting the change in his name.

"I knew you would." she murmured, smiling. He picked up his fork, and began to eat at top speed.

When they finished eating, she left a tip on the table, and they walked out, both extremely satisfied. It was still morning, and Bulma was thinking of another place to visit.

"I hate traffic." he hissed.

"Well get used to it." she snapped.

"Where do we go now?"

"Perhaps... Maybe we can go to the video store?" she suggested

"Is it far from here?"

"Kind of..."

"We'll fly there." he said briskly, now taking her waist. Bulma protested, slamming her tiny fists on his chest, as his hand groped her backside, and felt the creamy texture of her thighs. He smirked devilishly.

"Put me down!!" she screamed into his chest.

"We will get there a lot sooner if we fly."

"There's no fun in that!!" she shouted, but even louder when he took off, and she held him tighter, as if holding on to life itself. Blue energy surrounded the two, and he ripped through the airwaves, slowing down just a bit, when he noticed Bulma having trouble breathing.

"Better?" he asked, lifting her up, so that his hand now rested on her backside. She opened her eyes, eyes fluttering, and blushed when she noticed their faces were but an inch away from each others. He was smirking that same smirk, and then laughing in a very sinister way, when he saw the red color in her cheeks.

"Very funny, Vegeta-chan." she spat sarcastically, putting her face in the crook of his neck, so that she wouldn't have to see him laughing at her. She could feel his hard muscles beneath her, and it made her blush even more.

"Where are we going again?" he asked, pressing her against him more tighter.

"We're almost there... wow, that was fast..."

"I told you woman, but you wouldn't listen."

"Big deal!! Woopty doo!!"

"Are you mocking the Prince of all Saiyans!?!" he raised his voice at her.

"Yeah!! And what are you going to do about it!?!"

"Apologize to me at once, or I will drop you this instant!!" he threatened her.

She laughed pettily. This was just a game, she thought.

"I won't apologize to a brute like you!!" she laughed, slamming her fists on his back.

"Whatever you say." he murmured, releasing her. She plummeted about ten feet down into the air, her arms, and legs flailing beside her, a look of shock, and utter confusion dawning on her face. Why would he do such a thing? Why did he let go of her?? Why??

Just before she hit the ground, strong arms grabbed her waist, and they were up in the air once again. She didn't open her eyes, afraid that she had, in fact, fallen down, and spilt her brains open. But then wouldn't she be dead, and not alive?

She opened her eyes slowly, and saw Vegeta's face. He had a slightly angry look on his face, intermingled with... fear? Was he worried that he was really going to drop her?

"How... dare you." she hissed, holding him tighter, afraid that he was going to drop her again. And if he did, he was just going to have to peel her off of him. His eyebrow twitched slightly at their sudden closeness.

"Ne??...Vegeta-chan??... were you really going to let me fall?" she whispered into his ear, hot breath trickling down his neck, and ear. He grunted. "No."

"Then... why did you let go of me?"

"Because you're an annoying bitch, and I couldn't stand your annoying voice anymore!!" he snaked his arms around her waist, holding her tighter, so that she wouldn't fall... this time.

"Of all the fucking nerve!!" she trembled in his embrace, and she looked at him smiling, pressing her lips against his cheek, kissing him resonantly. Vegeta blushed, stopping momentarily in mid-air, and lifting up an arm, touching the spot where she had kissed him. "What was... that for?"

She kissed his other cheek, just as resonantly as the last one, and he was now blushing more profusely. "You saved my life." She showed him the place where she wanted them to go. "You just have a funny way of showing it."

Radditz paced back, and forth across the living room, and then he checked his bedroom, eyes moving back and forth, as though watching a tennis match. Her clothes was strewn all over the room, but the bed was already made. Which meant she left, and was in a great hurry, she had forgotten to pick up after herself. But where did she go off to? And why so suddenly?

"Hey, big brother!?" someone called out to him.

"What?" he snapped, turning his head, to see his younger brother.

"What are you looking for? And why are you holding Bulma's underwear?"

He stared at the red lacy panties in his hand, and hid it behind him, placing it in his back pocket. For safe keeping. He smirked at his own perverse thoughts.

"Have you seen Bulma?"

A wide grin appeared on Goku's lips. "I know where she is."

"Where?"

"I can't tell you, because If I do, I'm gonna get my ass kicked... but then I won't let it happen."

"What do you mean you can't tell me!? Why did you even tell me in the first place!?!"

"I'll tell you, if you promise not to tell--"

"Kakkarot!! Quit playing games with me!!"

"Promise you won't tell?"

"Arrgh!!" He looked away, closing his eyes shut. "Alright, I won't tell anyone."

"You promise you won't--"

"OF COARSE NOT, I JUST SAID I WASN'T!! SO GET ON WITH IT!!!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, growing more irritated. He was very worried for Bulma, and for her health. And Goku was toying with his emotions...

"She and Vegeta... they went on a date." he smirked.

If Radditz had been drinking coffee at that moment, he would have spit it out, and probably all over Goku, since he was facing him. Hot, burning jealousy filled every inch of his bone, making his blood bubble with hot rage. He wanted to break something, but he couldn't find anything satisfying, so he just punched a hole through the wall, electricity now enveloping his body. Goku was confused by his older brothers action, but he knew he had to calm him down.

"Calm down..." he tried.

"NO, I WON'T!!" he was confused... wasn't Bulma attracted to him? That last time in the beach... it proved that she liked him, but... why was she dating Vegeta? Was she two timing with him now?? Or was Goku playing a trick on him? He laughed at this thought. Stupid Kakkarot....

"Very funny, Kakkarot." he laughed.

"What's so funny?" he asked, scratching his neck. His brother also did the same thing. "You... playing a trick on me... honestly... I'm going to get you one of these days when you least expect it." he grinned.

"I wasn't playing a trick on you, Radditz."

His face fell. "Excuse me?"

"I wasn't playing a trick on you. They did go on a date."

Shock overcame him. "Oh."

"Sorry big bro--"

"I never really liked her anyway." he hissed. Goku felt a cold, tingly sensation run up his spine. Radditz had that same, cold look on his face... the mask he put on, when he was once a bloodthirsty murderer. He was back going to his old ways again.... because of Bulma... then he really did like her. He wasn't sure about it at first, but it was clear... everything was becoming clear at this very moment.

"Radditz?" the younger Saiyan gulped.

"I'm going to the gravity room. Don't expect to see me for a couple of days, Kakkarot." He walked past him, not even looking at his younger brother in the face. He froze, unable to breathe, and heard the door slam behind him violently. His face fell... tears now forming around the corner of his eyes. "Big... brother...."

Bulma walked through, and around the bookshelves, scanning through all the mangas. Vegeta was on the other side of the shelves, she noticed, and he was scanning through the shoujo mangas, the ones the little girl had mentioned earlier. He snorted, and went to another section, and found something interesting.

"Vegeta-chan? Are you there?"

"Hn." he grunted.

She went around the shelve, and found him reading a manga. He was deeply immersed in it, his nose almost touching the book. At first, she thought he was reading a hentai, but it was a action/fantasy manga, she noticed.

"This is rather interesting." he murmured, flipping through the pages.

"I thought so."

"How do you know?" he murmured, staring at her lips.

"I guess."

"What else is new?" he murmured, scanning through the mangas. "Is this what you humans do for leisure time?" he asked, now grabbing another manga, and becoming deeply immersed in it.

"I used to read a lot of shoujo manga, but then I got tired of it, so I started reading action/adventure/sci-fi... it has more interesting plots than shoujo."

"You're damn right about that." he laughed, now throwing a book aside that read "Kare Kano". (A/N: I don't have anything against Kare Kano... in fact, it's my fav anime!! XD)

"Figures."

"What else?" he asked grimly, putting the manga aside.

"I feel like eating some ice-cream."

"What?"

"Wanna go?" she asked.

"Sure."

"Cool. It's not far from here--"

"We'll fly there--"

"NO WAY!!!" she shouted, already walking away from him. "After you dropped me like that!! There's no way in hell I'm gonna let you fly me there!!" she spat.

"But didn't I save your life?" he cocked his head to a side, remembering the kisses she had gave him earlier.

"I was delusional at that moment!! Remember, I nearly died!!"

"But I saved you!!" he snapped.

"BULL SHIT!!"

Everyone’s attention turned to the boisterous, bickering pair. Her left eyebrow twitched, as everyone gazed at them, waiting to see what was going to happen next. "Nothing to see here..." she murmured weakly. They all rolled their eyes at the two, and returned to what they were doing. Bulma heaved a sigh, and cried in surprise when he felt his arm around her waist again.

"NO WAY!!"

"You let your guard down, woman." he licked his lips in anticipation. "Are we going, or not!?"

She crossed her arms. "Okay fine... you better not drop me again, or else I'll--"

"Okay, okay I won't drop you, just shut up, so I won't have to hear your annoying voice again!!" he lifted her up in his arms, cradling her, and once they were out the store, he took off into the air. He held her closer to him, and put her the other way, so that she could breathe properly.

"Comfortable?"

"Yes." she replied, her arms around his neck. Something in her mind was telling her this was wrong, but her body was doing her wrong. A sudden moisture was creeping in between her legs, and it wasn't because she was scared of flying, or falling... she was becoming aroused by him... by Vegeta!! She shut her eyes, hoping she could think of something else, but the hard, smooth feel of his muscles beneath his spandex wasn't helping at all.

Vegeta closed his eyes momentarily, as a familiar scent washed over his sensitive nose. Was it possible that she was becoming aroused by him? He took in her scent gratefully, glad that he was the one causing her body to react this way. She smelled so sweet... he could imagine her panting beneath her, hair sprawled over the pillow, eyes filled with passion, lips swollen from his kisses...

He erased that thought from his mind, already feeling himself getting hard. Damn... why right now?? He lifted her up slowly, as he picked up his speed.

"Vegeta-chan?"

"What?!" he growled, not in frustration, but of want, and need.

"We... just passed the ice-cream shop..."

"Damn it!!" he hissed, stopping in mid-air, and now going back, scanning carefully. He threw her over his shoulders, so that she was now holding him from behind, her legs crossed over his legs, and her arms holding him around his waist. She was careful not to touch his tail, which was also wrapped around his waist.

"Where, woman?" he asked again, with that same hard, gravelly voice.

She moved her face from his back, and peered carefully. "I don't know... I can't see it from up here."

"Shit." he cursed to himself, when her hand accidentally brushed against his arousal... it felt so good...

"Okay, I'm sorry my eyesight isn't as perfect as yours, geez!!" she spat, holding him tighter.

"I wasn't--" he blushed.

"Yada yada, yes, you're the Prince of all Saiyans!! I know that already, and you don't have to bite my head off for it!!"

He hesitated for a while, trying to hold on to Bulma, and trying to think with a clear head. Dirty thoughts were now forming in his mind... Goku was right... he was a pervert.

And you are barely realizing that??

He grimaced, as he heard his self-conscious echoing in his mind. He descended a couple of feet, and she quickly recognized the ice-cream shop. "Over there!!" she pointed to a large cone-shaped building. He nodded, and he descended onto the ground softly, and turning the other way so she couldn't see the bulge in his spandex.

"Vegeta-chan?" she let go of him, staring at his back. "Is something the matter??"

"Nothing's wrong." he snapped back at her huskily. "You go on without me, I will catch up to you later."

"But--"

"But nothing!! Just do as I say!!" he growled.

"Okay, okay, calm down!!" she waved a hand at him, and walked into the ice-cream shop. When she was out of earshot, Vegeta crept into a lonely alleyway, and looked both sides, checking if anyone was looking. He sighed, feeling slightly ashamed, as his hand plunged into his spandex, his hand wrapping around his length. He wasn't used to doing it himself, but in a situation like this... he needed to. He hadn't gotten laid, ever since Bulma arrived... which he found oddly disturbing. Bulma, he thought....

He grunted, as he felt himself almost coming, and Bulma's naked figure appeared before his eyes, her legs wrapped around his waist, as he drove himself desperately inside her wet core.

With one last stroke, he came all over his hand, and he rested his head on the cold cement, feeling at ease. Sweat beaded his forehead, and he sank down to the ground, breathing harshly. This was getting way out of hand, he thought, as he began to clean himself. Completely out of hand...

Bulma sat at the table by herself, her chin on the table, looking out the window, slightly buzzed out. She had been waiting for almost fifteen minutes, what was he up to anyway??!!

She checked her watch again, for the million time, and when she looked up, the seat across from her was already occupied.

"Took you long enough."

"Something came up." And then down...

"I thought you left."

"Now why would I do that?"

"I dunno... it's something you might do." she shrugged.

"Is that what you seriously think about me, woman?"

"Yes... sometimes no."

"Sometimes?" he murmured, grabbing a napkin, as he cleared his throat.

"What's with all the questions all of a sudden?"

"I'm curious."

"I see."

They remained quiet for a moment, and Vegeta cleared his throat, not liking the silence one bit, which was unusual for him. He was accustomed to being in quiet rooms, and would get easily distracted if he heard someone talk, or breathe. She peered out the window, a scowl now forming on her face, as though she was hiding something, but was not doing such a good job of it.

She didn't want to see him anymore... not that she hated him or anything, but... just looking at him made her stomach tie in knots. Was it because she spent too much time with him. Yes, lately she had been seeing to much of him, and lately he would cross her mind ever so often, she once accidentally called Goku, Vegeta. He couldn't stop laughing, and she couldn't stop blushing.

She stared out the window ever so prominently, but she could feel his gaze on her.

"You're awfully quiet." he said, remembering that she had told him that earlier that day.

"There isn't much to say." she said, rephrasing him.

"Why?"

"Because." she answered, now laughing. "You bakarayo!!" she said in between her laughs.

Moments later, they stepped out of the ice-cream shop, both holding an ice-cream cone at hand. Vegeta was nearly finished with his, and Bulma was just getting started with hers. "This is fun." she murmured, and took a swipe at the ice-cream with her tongue. Vegeta's eyes hazed when he saw her small pink tongue darted out to take a small dab at the ice-cream.

The sun was setting, and the sky had a mixture of pinks, reds, and purple. "Where else do you want to go?" he asked, munching on the cone now.

"You still want to go on?" she asked, surprised.

He shrugged. "I suppose so."

"Okay... let me think." she murmured, now shivering visibly. "Hey can you... do that... thing?"

"What thing?"

"That thing... when we were at the beach, and you--"

He wrapped his arms around her, a blue aura embodying the two of them. She closed her eyes, as his warm breath cascaded down her neck. She didn't know what caused her to do such an act, or what had ticked in her mind at that precise moment, as she turned around into his arms, now facing him, her lips brushing against his own in a soft, and slow friction. His eyes opened wide in shock as she continued to have his way with her, and he returned the kiss gratefully, holding her closer to him.

This kiss was different, he thought, as his lips intertwined with hers in a blissful trance. A fire rekindled in his belly as the kiss deepened.

His lips are so warm, and soft... oh, what am I saying?!? This is so totally out of the norm!! We're only friends. Friends aren't supposed to do this with each other!! It would be like... me kissing Goku!! This is so wrong!! But it feels so good... damn my hormones!!

She broke the kiss, taking in a breath, and Vegeta pulled her in for another kiss. The small act of masculine control excited her like never before, and she returned his kiss, her lips devouring his in desperation.

It was then, when Radditz face appeared before her mind, she broke the kiss immediately, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. The stayed there, breathing heavily, and Vegeta pulled her in again for another kiss, but Bulma denied his offer.

"This is weird." she stammered, Radditz lingering in the back of her mind.

"You're the one who started it." he licked his lips, and he could still taste her on his lips.

"I don't know what came over me."

"I liked it very much."

She frowned, and then she stared at the sky, which was beginning to grow darker by the minute. "We... can't ever let this happen again."

A pang of disappointment coursed through his body. Why the bloody hell not!?!

"Vegeta-chan?"

"Yeah, I heard you." he said, wiping his mouth briskly, the enlightened feeling now gone from his chest.

"I'm sorry." she whispered.

"You have nothing to apologize for."

They walked side by side down the lonely sidewalk, now wondering where they were going next. They were not talking to each other for a long while, and all that was heard was their own footsteps. It was strange how they were behaving. It was as though they hadn't kissed at all. Bulma gripped the hem of her skirt, and Vegeta cracked his fingers ever so often.

"Will you stop that, it's disgusting." she winced.

"Gomen." he murmured, stopping at once. She was surprised at how easily he gave up.

"We can go to a starbucks... it's not too far from here."

"We can walk there." he stammered.

"Okay."

She held her hands together, and rubbed them, creating a friction, and then se rubbed her arms, which were growing numb from the cold. He stared at her form the corner of his eye, and lifted up his arm, transferring his own ki to her, so that a blue aura now surrounded her, almost like a blanket.

"Thank you, Vegeta-chan."

"Hn."