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Bulma x Vegeta Fanfic

Chapter 10
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She had lain in bed for hours simply staring at the ceiling. Sleep had evaded her as she weighed the differences between the two men in her life. Yamcha was a wonderful man. Yeah, he tended to look at other women, but he was nice to her. He brought her flowers, took her to dinner. Vegeta on the other hand was rude, insensitive, constantly yelled at her, and treated her like a servant. But oh kami did he get her blood pumping. Not even on his best day, Yamcha could never make her toes feel like they could curl up into her feet with a simple look.

She looked over at the clock that blazed a green three twenty-four. A huff escaped her as the back of her hand rested on her forehead. She would never know if she didn't try…Right? She pushed herself from the bed and straightened her light blue, silk, night gown that fell to her knees and hung gently from her shoulders. Glancing at herself in the mirror, dim light lighting her just enough to see her frizzled hair. She ran her fingers through it, styling it as best as she could.

The tile floor was cold against her feet as she moved from her room and down the hall. It wasn't a long trip to his room, but for some reason she seemed to get there much faster then she would have hoped. She looked at the painted wooden door where she knew the sayian slumbered beyond. She swallowed before she placed a shaking hand upon the knob, turning it as quietly as she could though the sound echoed loudly in her head. She winced at the sound, pausing to listen although it was difficult through the blood pounding in her ears. Not a sound. Throwing caution to the wind, she pushed the door open wider.

Lights from the neighboring homes filtered in through the window and brightened the room just enough for her to see. Vegeta was laying on his back, the blankets at his hips. His bare chest moved up and down slowly in slumber. One hand was draped across his stomach, the other next to his head upon the pillows. The simple sight of him like this sent Bulma's heart rate through the roof. The sayian looked god like lying there. His muscles defined by the manufactured light. His face was soft in his sleep, gentle and peaceful. Something that she would never see elsewhere.

She stood torn between admiring him, coming here with what she intended to do, and running back to her bed and throwing her blankets over her head to hide for the rest of the day. She nearly wet herself as the prince twitched slightly in his sleep, mumbling something as his head turned on his pillow. She bit her lip, he would probably kill her if she did what she planned, but it was the only way that she could think of to make up for what had happened.

With a tentative step forward, her feet silent upon the rug. Before she knew it she stood over his bed, her body trembling. What if he rejected her? Well then she got what she deserved and she would get her answer. She lifted her knee to rest upon the bed, pulling the covers slightly as she slid into bed next to him. He didn't move. She was on her back, her eyes wide as she stared at the ceiling. She breathed slowly, trying to calm her heart down before it gave her away. Bulma was surprised that he hadn't woken up yet. She could feel the warmth radiating from him and she scooted closer.

"Did you get lost?"

Description
Bulma x Vegeta Fanfic

Chapter 10
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

She had lain in bed for hours simply staring at the ceiling. Sleep had evaded her as she weighed the differences between the two men in her life. Yamcha was a wonderful man. Yeah, he tended to look at other women, but he was nice to her. He brought her flowers, took her to dinner. Vegeta on the other hand was rude, insensitive, constantly yelled at her, and treated her like a servant. But oh kami did he get her blood pumping. Not even on his best day, Yamcha could never make her toes feel like they could curl up into her feet with a simple look.

She looked over at the clock that blazed a green three twenty-four. A huff escaped her as the back of her hand rested on her forehead. She would never know if she didn't try…Right? She pushed herself from the bed and straightened her light blue, silk, night gown that fell to her knees and hung gently from her shoulders. Glancing at herself in the mirror, dim light lighting her just enough to see her frizzled hair. She ran her fingers through it, styling it as best as she could.

The tile floor was cold against her feet as she moved from her room and down the hall. It wasn't a long trip to his room, but for some reason she seemed to get there much faster then she would have hoped. She looked at the painted wooden door where she knew the sayian slumbered beyond. She swallowed before she placed a shaking hand upon the knob, turning it as quietly as she could though the sound echoed loudly in her head. She winced at the sound, pausing to listen although it was difficult through the blood pounding in her ears. Not a sound. Throwing caution to the wind, she pushed the door open wider.

Lights from the neighboring homes filtered in through the window and brightened the room just enough for her to see. Vegeta was laying on his back, the blankets at his hips. His bare chest moved up and down slowly in slumber. One hand was draped across his stomach, the other next to his head upon the pillows. The simple sight of him like this sent Bulma's heart rate through the roof. The sayian looked god like lying there. His muscles defined by the manufactured light. His face was soft in his sleep, gentle and peaceful. Something that she would never see elsewhere.

She stood torn between admiring him, coming here with what she intended to do, and running back to her bed and throwing her blankets over her head to hide for the rest of the day. She nearly wet herself as the prince twitched slightly in his sleep, mumbling something as his head turned on his pillow. She bit her lip, he would probably kill her if she did what she planned, but it was the only way that she could think of to make up for what had happened.

With a tentative step forward, her feet silent upon the rug. Before she knew it she stood over his bed, her body trembling. What if he rejected her? Well then she got what she deserved and she would get her answer. She lifted her knee to rest upon the bed, pulling the covers slightly as she slid into bed next to him. He didn't move. She was on her back, her eyes wide as she stared at the ceiling. She breathed slowly, trying to calm her heart down before it gave her away. Bulma was surprised that he hadn't woken up yet. She could feel the warmth radiating from him and she scooted closer.

"Did you get lost?"