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Bulma x Vegeta Fanfic

Chapter 11
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"Did you get lost?"

The words nearly made her leap out of the bed. Her eyes flashed to the sound of the voice and was met with a single black eye looking back at her lazily. "Ah-" She started, sitting up quickly. "I just… I wanted to apologize for this evening." She said, her pointer fingers together. "I mean… Yamcha is great bu-"  Her words were interrupted by a pair of lips pressing against hers. Shock kept her from moving, but she slowly sank into the kiss.

Though it lasted several moments, the kiss ended too soon. His black eyes looked into hers through the darkness. "Kami, you talk a lot." He muttered.

A blush attacked her face. She opened her mouth to argue the fact that she didn't talk a lot, but he raised an eyebrow and she closed her mouth. "Forget it." She muttered, her pride broken. She had come in expecting… Expecting what? For him to ravage her like he had been planning before? She made to move from the bed before a hand came out and grabbed hold of her small wrist. She didn't want to look over at him, not wanting to see the pained filled expression he had given her before.

"Where the hell are you going?"

She blinked and made to turn to look at him when she was jerked back onto the bed suddenly. Vegeta shifted his body and he was over top of her, her wrists pinned by his hands. Her face heated up even more as the familiar flame tickled between her legs, her thighs flexing tight against each other.

It was silent between the two of them as he stared down at her. He was on his knees, as if he held prey in submission. "Did you not hear me, woman?" He growled, though it was gentler then what she was normally used to. "I said: where the hell are you going?"

She felt the lick of anger as he called her woman. "Where ever I please." She hissed. This was exactly the opposite things happen. She didn't want to start a fight. "This is, after all, my house"

"So you believe you can just crawl into my bed when you want?" He asked as an eyebrow rose in amusement as he stared at the irritable woman below him. "What makes you think that you are forgiven for what you did this evening? Moreover, that I would lay with a human like you?"

Bulma's stomach knotted.  "Excuse me?" She growled at him, starting to struggle against his hold. "A human like me?!" How could she come into this asshole's room? She should have known better. He was just a self centered prick.  "The other night you were telling me how beautiful I was." She smirked, suddenly remembering his drunken rant. "That you would fall into my arms if you knew that I would catch you." Alright, so that was a lie, but he had been so drunk, how would he know?

She watched as Vegeta's face darkened. "Liar." He hissed at her, though there was no anger in his eyes. It was more panic than anything else. "I could say no such thing."

Bulma smirked, she was getting to him. Good. He needed to be knocked down a few pegs every once in a while. "How do you know?" She asked, turning her head slightly to look at him from the corners of her eyes. "You were so drunk that you stripped in front of me." She watched as his face twitched and even in the darkness of the room, his face was growing redder. She was winning. She may have been pinned, unable to move, completely over powered, but she was winning.  Something changed in Vegeta's face. He leaned down slightly next to her exposed ear. His voice dropped to a low rumble that made her breath catch in her chest.

"Did I now? And what spell did you work for that?" It was now. He had her pinned and unable to move. He was struggling against her power, but it wasn't like earlier that evening.

She whipped her head so that she could face him, which was a mistake. Their noses close to touching, she could feel his breath dance across her lips. "Y-You –" She started. "You keep mentioning this so called power or spell. I don't understand what the hell you're talking about." Her voice was breathy, it wasn't as if she could help it.

Her tone caused the member between his legs to harden, more so then it already was. "I am the prince of all sayians. I am –" he paused, "I was the greatest warrior in the universe. There is no other explanation as to why I lose control of my senses when you are around other than you have cast a spell on me." His voice was just as low, smooth, and dark like melted chocolate.

Bulma's heart had seemed to completely stop in her chest. This was his way of saying – saying what? That he was attracted to her? She felt her face heat, but the feeling of euphoria rushed over her. "Vegeta, it's not a spell." Her body began to shake. "It's called attraction" She smirked at him as best as she could. "Idiot."

She watched his face convulse slightly as he fought his thoughts. "And what," He started, his teeth clenched, "Do you expect me to do now?"

Bulma couldn't help but smile at him. It was probably a wicked smile, but she didn't care. Her wrists were still trapped by Vegeta's grip, and there was really no going anywhere without his say so. She arched her back slightly, pushing her shoulder blades back into the pillows to raise herself up. Her lips brushed against his. It was just a whisper, he was too far out of her reach for anything more. That was when Vegeta's control snapped.

His body came down upon hers, his lips coming to meet hers with such force that her head returned to the pillows. His mouth latched to hers, his tongue exploring the small cavern. His enthusiasm was met and returned in full force. It was fantastic, the heat that radiated before came back like fire. His hands slid from her wrists, down her arms to slide down her sides. The cool smooth silk caught slightly on his rough hands.

Bulma's hands were now free and wound themselves in his hair. His smell was musty and spicy. Kami, he smelled good! The feel of his hands on her and she wanted more, much more. His lips moved from her mouth to her throat where she let out a whimper. The soft sound sent a shudder through his hard body.

The room began to shake, and it took the two people who were locked in the folds of passion to realize it.  Vegeta was the first to notice, his lips leaving her neck to look out the window. Bulma gave a puff of dissatisfaction. Why had he stopped? It was then she noticed it wasn't just her own world that was trembling. She followed Vegeta's gaze out the window. "Earthquake?" She muttered.

"I don't-" Vegeta started, but a blinding flash of orange light erupted sending a shock wave that broke the glass on the window. Vegeta's arms went around Bulma as he collapsed completely on top of her, blocking any debris from attacking her soft flesh. The sound of breaking glass tickled around them as the crackle of flames licked the trees behind Capsule Corp. Vegeta lifted from her enough for Bulma to take a look. "Kami…" She whispered. She pulled away from Vegeta who was willing to let her go only to see what the hell was going on.

Description
Bulma x Vegeta Fanfic

Chapter 11
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Did you get lost?"

The words nearly made her leap out of the bed. Her eyes flashed to the sound of the voice and was met with a single black eye looking back at her lazily. "Ah-" She started, sitting up quickly. "I just… I wanted to apologize for this evening." She said, her pointer fingers together. "I mean… Yamcha is great bu-"  Her words were interrupted by a pair of lips pressing against hers. Shock kept her from moving, but she slowly sank into the kiss.

Though it lasted several moments, the kiss ended too soon. His black eyes looked into hers through the darkness. "Kami, you talk a lot." He muttered.

A blush attacked her face. She opened her mouth to argue the fact that she didn't talk a lot, but he raised an eyebrow and she closed her mouth. "Forget it." She muttered, her pride broken. She had come in expecting… Expecting what? For him to ravage her like he had been planning before? She made to move from the bed before a hand came out and grabbed hold of her small wrist. She didn't want to look over at him, not wanting to see the pained filled expression he had given her before.

"Where the hell are you going?"

She blinked and made to turn to look at him when she was jerked back onto the bed suddenly. Vegeta shifted his body and he was over top of her, her wrists pinned by his hands. Her face heated up even more as the familiar flame tickled between her legs, her thighs flexing tight against each other.

It was silent between the two of them as he stared down at her. He was on his knees, as if he held prey in submission. "Did you not hear me, woman?" He growled, though it was gentler then what she was normally used to. "I said: where the hell are you going?"

She felt the lick of anger as he called her woman. "Where ever I please." She hissed. This was exactly the opposite things happen. She didn't want to start a fight. "This is, after all, my house"

"So you believe you can just crawl into my bed when you want?" He asked as an eyebrow rose in amusement as he stared at the irritable woman below him. "What makes you think that you are forgiven for what you did this evening? Moreover, that I would lay with a human like you?"

Bulma's stomach knotted.  "Excuse me?" She growled at him, starting to struggle against his hold. "A human like me?!" How could she come into this asshole's room? She should have known better. He was just a self centered prick.  "The other night you were telling me how beautiful I was." She smirked, suddenly remembering his drunken rant. "That you would fall into my arms if you knew that I would catch you." Alright, so that was a lie, but he had been so drunk, how would he know?

She watched as Vegeta's face darkened. "Liar." He hissed at her, though there was no anger in his eyes. It was more panic than anything else. "I could say no such thing."

Bulma smirked, she was getting to him. Good. He needed to be knocked down a few pegs every once in a while. "How do you know?" She asked, turning her head slightly to look at him from the corners of her eyes. "You were so drunk that you stripped in front of me." She watched as his face twitched and even in the darkness of the room, his face was growing redder. She was winning. She may have been pinned, unable to move, completely over powered, but she was winning.  Something changed in Vegeta's face. He leaned down slightly next to her exposed ear. His voice dropped to a low rumble that made her breath catch in her chest.

"Did I now? And what spell did you work for that?" It was now. He had her pinned and unable to move. He was struggling against her power, but it wasn't like earlier that evening.

She whipped her head so that she could face him, which was a mistake. Their noses close to touching, she could feel his breath dance across her lips. "Y-You –" She started. "You keep mentioning this so called power or spell. I don't understand what the hell you're talking about." Her voice was breathy, it wasn't as if she could help it.

Her tone caused the member between his legs to harden, more so then it already was. "I am the prince of all sayians. I am –" he paused, "I was the greatest warrior in the universe. There is no other explanation as to why I lose control of my senses when you are around other than you have cast a spell on me." His voice was just as low, smooth, and dark like melted chocolate.

Bulma's heart had seemed to completely stop in her chest. This was his way of saying – saying what? That he was attracted to her? She felt her face heat, but the feeling of euphoria rushed over her. "Vegeta, it's not a spell." Her body began to shake. "It's called attraction" She smirked at him as best as she could. "Idiot."

She watched his face convulse slightly as he fought his thoughts. "And what," He started, his teeth clenched, "Do you expect me to do now?"

Bulma couldn't help but smile at him. It was probably a wicked smile, but she didn't care. Her wrists were still trapped by Vegeta's grip, and there was really no going anywhere without his say so. She arched her back slightly, pushing her shoulder blades back into the pillows to raise herself up. Her lips brushed against his. It was just a whisper, he was too far out of her reach for anything more. That was when Vegeta's control snapped.

His body came down upon hers, his lips coming to meet hers with such force that her head returned to the pillows. His mouth latched to hers, his tongue exploring the small cavern. His enthusiasm was met and returned in full force. It was fantastic, the heat that radiated before came back like fire. His hands slid from her wrists, down her arms to slide down her sides. The cool smooth silk caught slightly on his rough hands.

Bulma's hands were now free and wound themselves in his hair. His smell was musty and spicy. Kami, he smelled good! The feel of his hands on her and she wanted more, much more. His lips moved from her mouth to her throat where she let out a whimper. The soft sound sent a shudder through his hard body.

The room began to shake, and it took the two people who were locked in the folds of passion to realize it.  Vegeta was the first to notice, his lips leaving her neck to look out the window. Bulma gave a puff of dissatisfaction. Why had he stopped? It was then she noticed it wasn't just her own world that was trembling. She followed Vegeta's gaze out the window. "Earthquake?" She muttered.

"I don't-" Vegeta started, but a blinding flash of orange light erupted sending a shock wave that broke the glass on the window. Vegeta's arms went around Bulma as he collapsed completely on top of her, blocking any debris from attacking her soft flesh. The sound of breaking glass tickled around them as the crackle of flames licked the trees behind Capsule Corp. Vegeta lifted from her enough for Bulma to take a look. "Kami…" She whispered. She pulled away from Vegeta who was willing to let her go only to see what the hell was going on.