Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Violent Love ❯ The Surprise ( Chapter 2 )

Vegeta snorted. `Baka onna.' He kicked the little machine robot and it crashed into the wall but not after sending a laser beam into his right bicep. He groaned and crushed the other one with his fist. `Damn wench get off my mind!'

He walked over to the computer and shut the machine off early.

Now he knew why he couldn't train. Or concentrate.

“Damn baka woman.” He mumbled as he grabbed a towel from besides the computer and wiped off his face. He hung it around his neck and went to the house where he plopped next to a sleeping Bulma.

His sudden weight on the couch stirred her. She looked at him then to the clock rubbing her eyes. 6:00. He didn't usually come in until 6:50.

“Why are you here so early, I'm not gonna start cooking until 6:30.”

“Couldn't concentrate.” He hissed annoyed with her having unintentionally irrupting his training.

She looked at him confused but shrugged and focused on the TV he had turned on.

She felt him looking at her so she glanced at him and found him staring at her face. She turned her head towards him.

“What?”

 

Never before had he realized how perfect she was.

Her legs were long and skinny ideal to wrap around his waist and at that he felt himself harden. He couldn't stop though.

Her fingers were long and her nails trimmed and manicured; her hands delicate and noticeably soft. Her arms were long but she wasn't too weak. A hint of muscle could be seen in her biceps.

`Must be all the heavy paperwork.' He mused.

Her breasts were perky and perfectly sized. He could tell they would fit precisely in his hand.

Her waist was small and narrow but widened for her hips and rear end. Her ass was small but large enough to need and grip in order to lift and press her against the wall of the shower.

He heard her say his name but paid no head to it. Her face was beautiful her hair long blue locks great for tangling his hands in to hold her head straight if he were to ravage her mouth.

He leaned closer heard her gasp as his chest hit her shoulder and looked deeply into her eyes. Turquoise ovals stared up at him with surprise and fear and…..a hint of lust?

It was then he noticed her scent change. A sweet smell of lust and desire. Hot and spicy.

Suddenly he opened his eyes and realization sunk in. His mouth loomed over hers a breath apart and her eyes closed waiting.

He wrenched away standing and flashed from the room.

Bulma's eyes fluttered open to notice he was gone. She didn't understand what was just about to happen or what caused his sudden change of mind both to almost kiss her and then to flee the room. And she couldn't believe she had almost let him! She hated him…didn't she?

 

Vegeta gripped the railing of his balcony so hard it left an ugly huge indentation. He had almost kissed her! Why on earth would he kiss the woman he hated most!? She was a weak human above all! Why in hell's name would he be attracted to one of the weakest beings in the universe?! And attracted at all? Why had he almost kissed that wretched onna? She argued and denied his wishes everyday! And to top it all off she was going to have let him kiss her!

He couldn't get her scent from his mind. The toxin poisoned his mind like a drug; it refused to let him forget her.

Why couldn't he stop thinking of her? He hated her as much as kakarrott…althought he had to point out that he enjoyed their little verbal spars since she was really the only one that really wasn't afraid to talk back to him. And her looks and demanding attitude was worthy of being his mate but still she was weak. It would not do to have to save her every time she caused herself trouble. Although he admitted that it would be interesting having to protect someone. Have someone be there for him. Not to mention someone to screw.

He raked his fingers through his hair. Why was she so difficult?

 

She sat there on the couch debating what she should do. She couldn't deny that their quarrelling had created an attraction to him. He was a hunk. And there was no denying that either. And he must feel something for her or that would not have just happened. He obviously doesn't like the fact he might like her or he wouldn't have bolted.

She stood, went to his room and knocked on the door.

“WHAT?!” He snapped from inside his room. She was taken back a little confused and hurt.

“Vegeta…”

“What do you want woman!?” He hissed not bothering to come open the door.

“About what just happened….what…what was that about?”

Suddenly the door whooshed open to a very angry Saiyan no Ouji.

“Nothing. A mere temptation I do not have time for.”

She nodded and looked down at the ground hurt by his sudden rush to put it all aside. Then she grew angry herself knowing he was lying. She glared up at him her eyes sparkling.

“You're a horrible liar Vegeta.” She poked him in the chest. “What the hell do you mean by temptation; I never gave you any kind of hint I wanted anything from you!”

“Oh you're brave, wench. But I've seen your sultry smirks and glances don't take me for a fool and try to deny it.”

“Hah! You're out of your mind! I hate you! Who said I would ever want a relationship with you?” She laughed.

“And who says you'd be anything more than a booty call, Onna?” He snapped. Instantly the fire in her eyes died. He smirked, slamming the door in her face. Struck as if he'd hit her she took a step back.

“Y..you…you ASSHOLE!” He snorted as he heard her door slam. `Good riddance.'