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Bulma x Vegeta fanfic

Chapter 8
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"Vegeta, I-" The words seem to hang in the air between them. The room around them had gone silent in their own little world. Vegeta felt his hand rise, wanting to see the part of her face hidden away by her hair. His hands were large and rough from all the battles and training exercises. The moment his fingertips brushed against her silken skin, he withdrew them. Shock had driven his retreat as what felt like fire licked at his fingers.

Bulma had felt the touch and felt electricity pump through her straight to the hot spot between her legs. However, the touch was only for a moment and left her wanting more. Her hands itched to touch his chest, to feel his skin pulled over his hard muscles. To feel the electricity that came from his touch once again.

Smash

Both of them were pulled out of the world they had created as Krillin tripped, his glass falling out of his hand and smashing on the floor, but not before hitting Bulma with the liquid. His voice filled the room as he uttered apology after apology. Bulma moved from Vegeta reluctantly to help clean up the red punch from the floor before excusing herself to change out of the now wet and sticky dress.

Vegeta felt different muscles in his body twitching from the encounter. The heat in the room was making him more than a little uncomfortable. The woman's spell was getting harder to fight, but then again, did he really want to fight it at this point? His curiosity of the matter was growing with each close run in with her. She was upstairs now. His fists clenched, he would not wait any longer. He would know the woman's secret!

Bulma moved up to her room in a huff. She didn't bother closing the door because it would only take her a moment to change. She pulled off the dress and looked at it with a sigh. "Dang… " She tossed it over the hamper as she strode over to her closet looking for another dress to wear. Her dress had been tight, so wearing underwear was tricky. She had found a brand that didn't have any seams really and made of a spandex material. She loved them and right now a pair of dark blue ones hugged her round bottom. The back of the dress that she had just taken off had been so low, so she wasn't able to wear a bra with it. One of her arms went instinctively across her now bare breasts, grabbing hold of her shoulder as her free hand flipped through her clothes.

It took her a moment to realize that there was a shadow besides her own. She turned and let out a yell of anger and panic. "Vegeta!" She screeched, "Get out of here! How dare yo-" But her breath was stolen away from her as he took a step forward. Unconsciously, she stepped back, her bare back brushing against cool cloth of clothes.

"I want to understand something." Vegeta spoke. His voice was low and caused a wave of shivers to kiss her skin. He took another step forward. "What kind of power do you have over me?"

Bulma blinked. "What?"

His hand moved forward and grasped the shelf above her head making him loom over her. "There is no explanation other than you have some power that makes me lose any sense that I have." He growled. "Now remove your spell."

Bulma's grasp at her shoulders tightened, still hiding her modesty from him. "What are you talking about?" She asked quietly. "Are you nuts?" The man before her was dressed as a cop; his muscles and face were more defined and shadowed thanks to the single light that hung above their heads. Her head swam as she struggled between fear, anger, confusion, and being completely turned on.

His eyes narrowed, "Don't give me that." He hissed. "I've sat and watched you enjoying toying with me. My body reacts when you brush by. The simple smell of your skin sends my mind wheeling. So I will tell you again. Remove your spell." The whole thing was strange. He couldn't see the lie within her eyes. The blue orbs were wide and he could see fear in them. It was something he was used to seeing from other people, but in her eyes it made him ill. However, he wasn't going to back down until he knew her secret.

His words struck her. Her heart beat violently against her chest, though no longer in fear. "Vegeta… It's called attraction." She took a tentative step forward and was repaid by his body stiffening. She removed a hand from her shoulder, still keeping one to hide her from him, and placed it gently on his chest. The hot flesh of his skin bore through his shirt to her hand and it made her swallow involuntarily. "It's not a spell, it's…. " She struggled for a moment before she looked up and into his black eyes. "Curiosity."

The touch once again sent his body into overdrive. His hand, which had been by his side, moved and wrapped around her. He drew her small, nearly naked body towards him until she pressed against him. The contact with her made his head spin and drove him forward.

Bulma let out a soft gasp as she was pulled closer to him. Her frame pressed against the solid rock that was his. Before she had a chance to give him a sign if she liked all of this or not, his lips came down upon hers. The kiss sent fire through her, making her thighs tightened together as the rush tickled her. Her nails dug into dark blue material of his shirt.

Her tongue touched his lips and he opened them to accept the sweet taste. Her nails digging into him made a growl roll from his throat. Both arms when around her and lifted her from the ground and he was met with her legs, wrapping around him.

Bulma felt him move from the closet before the soft bed sheets caressed her bare back. Vegeta's lips left hers before they moved to her neck. His kisses were rough and hard, her breath starting to catch in her chest. Good Kami, this was wrong, but it didn't matter! His lips found the pink nub of her nipple and she sucked in a sharp breath. She felt his body shudder with the reaction of hers. Her hands found their way into his hair. "Kami." She gasped as his teeth found the soft flesh.

A knock on the door wouldn't have done anything, if it hadn't been for the voice on the other side. "Bulma? You alright?"

She let out a gasp and her limbs untangled themselves from, "Shit! It's Yamcha!" she hissed.

Vegeta raised his head to throw her an irritated look. "So?" He rumbled, his member throbbing at the sudden halt in the action.

"So!?" Bulma tried to keep her voice quiet, though it squeaked with panic. She was still with Yamcha. It didn't matter if she was mad at him or not, cheating was cheating. She pushed against Vegeta before her eyes locked on his. The black masses watched her; passion, lust, anger, pain. She saw all of them in his eyes. "I'm –" She started but there was another knock at the door. "I'm fine, I'm still getting dressed. I'll be down in a moment."

Description
Bulma x Vegeta fanfic

Chapter 8
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Vegeta, I-" The words seem to hang in the air between them. The room around them had gone silent in their own little world. Vegeta felt his hand rise, wanting to see the part of her face hidden away by her hair. His hands were large and rough from all the battles and training exercises. The moment his fingertips brushed against her silken skin, he withdrew them. Shock had driven his retreat as what felt like fire licked at his fingers.

Bulma had felt the touch and felt electricity pump through her straight to the hot spot between her legs. However, the touch was only for a moment and left her wanting more. Her hands itched to touch his chest, to feel his skin pulled over his hard muscles. To feel the electricity that came from his touch once again.

Smash

Both of them were pulled out of the world they had created as Krillin tripped, his glass falling out of his hand and smashing on the floor, but not before hitting Bulma with the liquid. His voice filled the room as he uttered apology after apology. Bulma moved from Vegeta reluctantly to help clean up the red punch from the floor before excusing herself to change out of the now wet and sticky dress.

Vegeta felt different muscles in his body twitching from the encounter. The heat in the room was making him more than a little uncomfortable. The woman's spell was getting harder to fight, but then again, did he really want to fight it at this point? His curiosity of the matter was growing with each close run in with her. She was upstairs now. His fists clenched, he would not wait any longer. He would know the woman's secret!

Bulma moved up to her room in a huff. She didn't bother closing the door because it would only take her a moment to change. She pulled off the dress and looked at it with a sigh. "Dang… " She tossed it over the hamper as she strode over to her closet looking for another dress to wear. Her dress had been tight, so wearing underwear was tricky. She had found a brand that didn't have any seams really and made of a spandex material. She loved them and right now a pair of dark blue ones hugged her round bottom. The back of the dress that she had just taken off had been so low, so she wasn't able to wear a bra with it. One of her arms went instinctively across her now bare breasts, grabbing hold of her shoulder as her free hand flipped through her clothes.

It took her a moment to realize that there was a shadow besides her own. She turned and let out a yell of anger and panic. "Vegeta!" She screeched, "Get out of here! How dare yo-" But her breath was stolen away from her as he took a step forward. Unconsciously, she stepped back, her bare back brushing against cool cloth of clothes.

"I want to understand something." Vegeta spoke. His voice was low and caused a wave of shivers to kiss her skin. He took another step forward. "What kind of power do you have over me?"

Bulma blinked. "What?"

His hand moved forward and grasped the shelf above her head making him loom over her. "There is no explanation other than you have some power that makes me lose any sense that I have." He growled. "Now remove your spell."

Bulma's grasp at her shoulders tightened, still hiding her modesty from him. "What are you talking about?" She asked quietly. "Are you nuts?" The man before her was dressed as a cop; his muscles and face were more defined and shadowed thanks to the single light that hung above their heads. Her head swam as she struggled between fear, anger, confusion, and being completely turned on.

His eyes narrowed, "Don't give me that." He hissed. "I've sat and watched you enjoying toying with me. My body reacts when you brush by. The simple smell of your skin sends my mind wheeling. So I will tell you again. Remove your spell." The whole thing was strange. He couldn't see the lie within her eyes. The blue orbs were wide and he could see fear in them. It was something he was used to seeing from other people, but in her eyes it made him ill. However, he wasn't going to back down until he knew her secret.

His words struck her. Her heart beat violently against her chest, though no longer in fear. "Vegeta… It's called attraction." She took a tentative step forward and was repaid by his body stiffening. She removed a hand from her shoulder, still keeping one to hide her from him, and placed it gently on his chest. The hot flesh of his skin bore through his shirt to her hand and it made her swallow involuntarily. "It's not a spell, it's…. " She struggled for a moment before she looked up and into his black eyes. "Curiosity."

The touch once again sent his body into overdrive. His hand, which had been by his side, moved and wrapped around her. He drew her small, nearly naked body towards him until she pressed against him. The contact with her made his head spin and drove him forward.

Bulma let out a soft gasp as she was pulled closer to him. Her frame pressed against the solid rock that was his. Before she had a chance to give him a sign if she liked all of this or not, his lips came down upon hers. The kiss sent fire through her, making her thighs tightened together as the rush tickled her. Her nails dug into dark blue material of his shirt.

Her tongue touched his lips and he opened them to accept the sweet taste. Her nails digging into him made a growl roll from his throat. Both arms when around her and lifted her from the ground and he was met with her legs, wrapping around him.

Bulma felt him move from the closet before the soft bed sheets caressed her bare back. Vegeta's lips left hers before they moved to her neck. His kisses were rough and hard, her breath starting to catch in her chest. Good Kami, this was wrong, but it didn't matter! His lips found the pink nub of her nipple and she sucked in a sharp breath. She felt his body shudder with the reaction of hers. Her hands found their way into his hair. "Kami." She gasped as his teeth found the soft flesh.

A knock on the door wouldn't have done anything, if it hadn't been for the voice on the other side. "Bulma? You alright?"

She let out a gasp and her limbs untangled themselves from, "Shit! It's Yamcha!" she hissed.

Vegeta raised his head to throw her an irritated look. "So?" He rumbled, his member throbbing at the sudden halt in the action.

"So!?" Bulma tried to keep her voice quiet, though it squeaked with panic. She was still with Yamcha. It didn't matter if she was mad at him or not, cheating was cheating. She pushed against Vegeta before her eyes locked on his. The black masses watched her; passion, lust, anger, pain. She saw all of them in his eyes. "I'm –" She started but there was another knock at the door. "I'm fine, I'm still getting dressed. I'll be down in a moment."