Vegeta's first kiss
"You can't train like this, Vegeta! You're badly hurt…" Bulma told Vegeta firmly as she held him. Vegeta's body was limp and his eyes were half shut.
"Don't… worry… about me…" Vegeta told her weakly. Bulma gasped in horror as his eyes shut and his head fell to the side.
"Vegeta?! Vegeta!" Bulma shook him slightly but he didn't respond. "Yamcha! Phone for an ambulance! Quickly!" Bulma shouted to Yamcha. Yamcha nodded before rushing off. Bulma looked back down at Vegeta. "Vegeta… you trained too much… why'd you have to do that? Now you're hurt…" Bulma was amazed at just how upset she was. She ran one hand through Vegeta's unruly hair, a single tear escaping her eye. She hoped he would be okay…
"Ms Briefs?"
"Yes doctor?"
"His condition is quite severe… We're not sure if he'll make it through the night…"
"What?" No… he can't die… Vegeta, I'm sorry…" Bulma sobbed, sitting back down and burying her face in her hands. She felt entirely responsible for not stopping him sooner. Now he might die…
"Ms Briefs, you may see him for a little while. We'll do everything we can to make sure he makes as good a recovery as possible… but I'm afraid we can't promise anything…"
"Thank you, doctor…" Bulma wiped the tears from her eyes and followed the doctor to where Vegeta was. When Bulma entered the room, she instantly felt the need to cry again. He looked so weak… and fragile. Bulma walked over to his bedside slowly and pulled a chair over before sitting down. The doctor left. Bulma took Vegeta's hand in hers. She stroked his hand slowly whilst she looked down at him. His body was bruised and his face was covered in scratches. Bulma couldn't understand why this was having such an impact on her. She didn't care about Vegeta that much, did she? Bulma pushed the thought aside. It wasn't possible. Still, he was kinda cute now that she looked at him, despite all of the bruises. Bulma wanted to slap herself. How could she be thinking about things like this when Vegeta was almost dead?! Dead… "Vegeta, you can't die… you just can't!" That night, Bulma stayed with him but she didn't sleep. How could she with doctor's running back and forth to attend to Vegeta? By next morning, Bulma was almost dead on her feet. She was so tired… One of the nurses suggested that she got some sleep but Bulma was sick with worry. She sat by Vegeta's side in wait for him to wake up but it seemed as if that would never be. Bulma found herself sobbing and she folded her arms on the bed before burying her face into them.
Bulma opened her eyes slowly. She was still resting her head on the edge of Vegeta's bed. She must've fallen asleep. Bulma sat up and rubbed her eyes sleepily with a yawn.
"So… you're finally awake…" Bulma couldn't believe it. She looked at Vegeta, who was sitting up and grinning smugly at her, his arms folded across his bare chest. Bulma's jaw nearly dropped in surprise.
"Vegeta? Vegeta! You're okay!"
"Well of course I'm okay…" Vegeta rolled his eyes. Bulma's happiness overwhelmed her and she found herself leaning forward and hugging Vegeta tightly. Naturally, the Saiyan prince struggled to free himself.
"Thank goodness…."
"What the hell are you doing, you stupid baka?!" Vegeta managed to push her off with a bit of effort. For a stupid female, she had quite a strong grip… Bulma wiped a tear from her eye and smiled happily.
"I'm glad you're okay…"
"Why the hell do you care whether or not I'm hurt?" Vegeta gave her a sceptical look. Bulma didn't actually know how to answer that… She shrugged.
"I dunno…"
"Stupid woman… I honestly don't know why I waste my time talking to you…" Vegeta sneered, folding his arms again. Bulma felt her temper rising.
"How dare you! I stay up all night worrying about you and this is the thanks I get?!"
"Pretty much…"
"You arrogant jerk… I'm not staying around here to be insulted like this!"
"Fine. Go ahead and leave, baka." Vegeta said lazily with a wave of his hand.
"Fine! I will! Don't expect me to help you next time! I hope you rot in hell!!" Bulma stood up and stormed out. Vegeta watched her go and sighed.
"Melodramatic bitch… Like I would need her, or anyone else's, help to even begin with!" Vegeta stared out of the window glumly. If that was how he felt, why did he suddenly feel so downhearted? He had a headache with all that woman's shouting… She could be so… frustrating… Vegeta watched a small bird fly past the window, wishing that he too could be outside to continue his training. Why the hell did he have to be stuck in here with all the sick weaklings? At least with Bulma here, things weren't so quiet… Vegeta cursed to himself over and over again. I must still be ill…
Bulma stormed through the ward and headed for the exit. He was such a heartless jerk! Why did she even bother with him? Bulma decided she'd had enough of Vegeta and his arrogant ways.
"He can forget coming back to live with me now! I refuse to let ANYONE talk to me like that, especially Vegeta!" Bulma finally got outside and tossed one of her car capsules onto the road. The car burst out and Bulma got in before driving towards home. Whilst she drove, she couldn't get Vegeta out of her head. Why the hell was she thinking about him all of a sudden? She didn't usually do that when she was mad with someone… Maybe it was because she was ultimately pissed off… She imagined him sitting alone in the ward. Bulma was surprised that her usual thoughts of 'the many deaths of Vegeta' didn't come into her head…. She was thinking of him as though… she actually liked him… Was he thinking of her like this too? Was that even a possibility? Bulma slowed the car down as she came to the traffic lights. Maybe he did. Maybe he felt something for her. I mean, come on! Bulma was irresistible, right? Bulma believed that anyway… Vegeta was probably bored right now… Bulma was pretty bored too. "That's it…" Bulma turned at the next opportunity and headed back to the hospital. She couldn't leave him. He might kill one of the doctors…
When Bulma arrived, she headed to Vegeta's ward and to the special room he was in. Bulma walked in, prepared for more insultments. They never came. Bulma saw the empty bed with the covers tossed off and the open window. Crap… Bulma ran to the window and looked out. She noticed that his clothes were gone too… He was probably long gone by now.
"Damn… he might be waiting at the house. I'd better hurry and find him…" Bulma ran back to her car and headed for home. When she got there, the place was empty. Bulma looked around inside but even Yamcha had gone out. Bulma went out into the back garden and looked around. Vegeta was nowhere to be seen. Bulma put her fists on her hips and sighed. "Why the hell does he have to be so damn awkward? He can be so…" Bulma was cut off as she was suddenly whisked off the ground. Bulma screamed as she felt the two hands on her waist. She thrashed around as she was hoisted higher and higher into the air. Put me down put me down!!" Bulma flailed her arms and legs helplessly but stopped as she heard a chuckled from her 'attacker'. Bulma looked over her shoulder to see Vegeta's face only inches from hers. Bulma expression changed from fear to pure anger and hatred. "Vegeta!!"
"Bulma! Fancy seeing you up here…"
"Quit the wisecracks and take me DOWN! NOW!"
"Tch, tch… no need to shout… I'll let you down right away…" Vegeta grinned as Bulma visibly paled.
"You wouldn't…" Bulma prayed he wasn't going to… but he did. Bulma screamed as Vegeta let go of her waist. Sending her plummeting towards the ground. "Vegeta! Help me!!" Bulma closed her eyes and screamed again, waiting for the impact of the ground. Instead, she stopped falling as she felt herself fall into someone's arms. Bulma opened her eyes to see Vegeta grinning down at her. Bulma nearly passed out and her heart raced.
"Gotcha…"
"I can't… believe… you did that…" Bulma was trembling as she clung tightly to Vegeta's neck. Vegeta laughed.
"Heh, I could allow you to die… but then I'd have no one to argue with, would I?"
"You're… too kind…" Bulma glared at him as best she could.
"Vegeta, I despise you… take me down without dropping me…"
"No."
"What do you mean no?!" Bulma was slightly frightened by this. What did he have planned?
"I want to have a little fun first…" Vegeta smirked as he looked down at Bulma. Her mouth hung open.
"Just what do you mean by fun? Do you plan to rape me or something?!"
"Don't make me laugh! I'm not that disrespectful!" Vegeta scoffed, disgusted by the mere suggestion of it. He suddenly grinned. "Besides… it wouldn't be rape if I did plan anything like that…"
"And why not?"
"Because rape is forced…" Vegeta told her before heading towards the ocean with Bulma in his arms. Bulma looked at him sceptically.
"And what's THAT supposed to mean?"
"You wouldn't reject such an offer from me. I know you wouldn't…" Vegeta tried to keep a straight face but he couldn't help but crack a grin. Bulma laughed.
"Yeah right! That'd be the day… Like I would ever want to have sex with YOU, Vegeta…"
"Is that so?"
"Of course! The very thought sickens me!" Bulma craned her neck to look Vegeta in the face. "Why? Does the idea appeal to you?" Vegeta shrugged and avoided her gaze. Bulma was utterly shocked. Vegeta wants to sleep with me? "Since when did I take residence in your fantasies?!" Bulma asked demandingly. Vegeta couldn't help but grin.
"Not fantasies…"
"Then how…?"
"It doesn't matter… we don't even have to talk about this. It sickens you, remember?"
"Yeah… but I want to find out why you're imagining me in such ways…" Bulma could have sworn she was dreaming. Or nightmaring, whatever it was… Vegeta chuckled slightly.
"And I want to know why you're so damn interested…"
"Well… I thought you hated me but obviously not!" Bulma grinned and ruffled Vegeta's hair. She knew he couldn't do a thing about it if she bugged him… Vegeta scowled.
"Hey!"
"Haha!" Bulma giggled as Vegeta glared at her.
"Do you WANT me to drop you again?"
"I don't care… You'd probably save me!"
"Want a bet?" Vegeta grinned.
They were flying over the ocean now. Bulma clung to Vegeta's neck tightly but Vegeta pried her off and let her fall. Bulma screamed as she landed in the ocean. When she surfaced, she saw Vegeta laughing hysterically a couple of feet above her. She scowled.
"You stupid jerk! Stop laughing!" Bulma shouted. Vegeta was still cracking up. She had to get him back… Bulma lowered herself in the water so she was barely above the surface. "Vegeta!"
"I warned you…" Vegeta laughed, having trouble breathing by this time. He calmed himself and floated down a little more so that he was hovering about a foot above Bulma.
"How dare you…"
"Whatcha gonna do about it?"
"This!" Bulma pushed herself out of the water and grabbed Vegeta's leg, catching him off guard. He called out in surprise as Bulma yanked him into the water. She clambered onto his shoulders, pushing him under. Vegeta sunk deeper, causing Bulma to go underwater too. She opened her eyes and saw Vegeta glaring at her. She stuck her tongue out at him and went back to the surface. She looked around, waiting for him to resurface. When he didn't, Bulma got a little worried. "Vegeta? Veg-wha!" Bulma called out as she was suddenly pulled beneath the waves. When she opened her eyes, Vegeta was only a few inches in front of her. He took hold of her shoulders and grinned, keeping her in level with him. Bulma scowled at him and tried to pull his hands off of her. Vegeta had too tight a grip. Time to resort to the untested... Bulma let go of Vegeta's hands and slid her hands up inside his armour before beginning to tickle his sides. Vegeta's expression changed to that of annoyance and he wriggled to try and make her stop. Bulma wasn't planning on stopping though. Bulma grinned as he let her go, swimming back a bit out of her reach. Bulma resurfaced and laughed as Vegeta came up a little way in front of her. He glared at her.
"What do you think you're doing, baka?!"
"I never knew you were ticklish, Vegeta…"
"Answer me!"
"I thought Saiyans could stand simple things like that…"
"Get back from me!" Vegeta warned as Bulma swam closer with a smile, narrowing her eyes mischievously.
"What's wrong, Vegeta? Are you afraid of lil old me?"
"Never…" Vegeta watched her as she swam right up to him. Bulma smiled up at him. She tickled his side again under water and Vegeta reacted instantly, trying to back away from her. Bulma's smile changed to a mischievous grin as she clung to one of Vegeta's shoulder's with one hand whilst her other tickled him. Vegeta reached underwater and grabbed her wrist with one of his whilst his other gripped her waist. He scowled at her and squeezed her waist to make her stop. Bulma giggled as he did so and tried to wriggle away. Vegeta looked at her quizzically.
"Don't do that!" Bulma told him with a smile.
"And why not?"
"Just because! I'll tickle you again…"
"Hah, not likely!" Vegeta challenged. Bulma smiled and slid her other hand underwater and across his stomach. Vegeta called out in surprise. "Hey!"
"Gawd, you really are ticklish… let's see here…" Bulma slid her hand under the hem of the armour Vegeta wore. She slid them across his stomach and to his side before tickling him again. Vegeta couldn't have hid the grin on his face if he'd tried. He gripped Bulma's arm with his other hand.
"Alright, quit it woman…"
"But.. I'd have thought a Saiyan prince could have withstood such things… that must be your weakness…" Bulma giggled. Vegeta grinned.
"I have no weaknesses… I could stand that if I wanted. I just don't want you touching me…" Vegeta sneered. Bulma saw a chance to defeat him…
"Alright, let's put it to the test if you can stand it or not!" Bulma challenged. She wanted to find out if she could use this method to render Vegeta helpless with laughter. If so, she could make sure he would never annoy her again…
"Not a chance…"
"Turning down a challenge? Coward…" Bulma got him with that one. She knew how much he hated cowards… Or being called one.
"Fine. Let's just see…" Vegeta let go off Bulma's hands and, to Bulma's surprise, took hold of her waist.
"Vegeta…"Bulma couldn't help but gasp in surprise.
"Just to make sure you don't float away so that I lose you here… I need someone to fix the training room…" Vegeta told her. Bulma smiled and began to tickle him. She found herself smiling even more when Vegeta began to grin. He was trying to avoid her touch by squirming out of the way. He wasn't sure if it was the sensation or the fact that Bulma was touching him that was irritating him… Vegeta closed his eyes and tried to block out all feeling but he couldn't. Bulma grinned as he sniggered slightly.
"You're going to crack any minute…" Bulma told him. Vegeta gritted his teeth but Bulma was right. This was beginning to get unbearable. He tightened his grip on Bulma's waist, causing her to giggle again. He slackened his grip again. Why did she always do that? Vegeta tightened his hold again and once again, Bulma giggled. She was just as ticklish as he was… Vegeta tried to squirm out of Bulma's touch again but she refused to stop. He let go of her waist as he nearly cracked up and tried to spin away. Bulma managed to stop him and gripped his waist tightly with his back to her. She rested her head on his shoulder and smiled. "You gave up…"
"I did not. I just… hate having you touch me! Let me go, baka!" Vegeta demanded. Bulma smiled and squeezed his waist before wrapping her arms around his stomach. Vegeta gripped her hands and tried to pull them off. When he did, Vegeta let her go and Bulma held onto his shoulders. Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Will you stop touching me?!"
"No."
"What!?"
"Gee, Vegeta. You're awfully tense all of a sudden…" Bulma whispered into his ear, squeezing his shoulders. Vegeta was temporarily distracted by Bulma's breath on his ear. And her touch… He felt a sudden overwhelming desire to relax and allow himself to get lost in Bulma's caress. Bulma slid one hand down the back of his armour and under the hem before trailing it across his stomach. She could feel the rock hard muscled of his stomach through his tight spandex and she traced the lines with her fingers. What am I doing? This is Vegeta I'm touching! Stop, Bulma, STOP! Bulma screamed inside her head but something told her to continue. Vegeta wasn't complaining and he was curious to see how far she could go. She moved her head a little closer to his and she felt his hair brushing against her face. It was a hell of a lot softer than it looked… Bulma closed her eyes, as her face remained half buried in his hair. Bulma snapped back to reality as she heard Vegeta call out in surprise. It was only then that she realised where her hands had wandered… She pulled them away quickly, feeling her face flush with colour. Vegeta didn't move for a moment. Bulma's reddened even more as Vegeta looked over his shoulder at her with a grin.
"I may be irresistible but that was a little way off… Don't you think so?"
"Shut the hell up!" Bulma fumed, trying to hide her embarrassment. Vegeta turned to face her, his grin disappearing. "Let's just get home. Now…"
The whole way, not a word was said. When they landed at home, Vegeta put Bulma down before taking off again. Bulma watched him leave disappointedly before going inside. Vegeta had to recollect his thoughts. He didn't care that he was soaked with salt water from the ocean. Damn baka… what is she playing at? The great Prince of the Saiyans shouldn't stand for such… such… Vegeta trailed off. Why hadn't he yelled at her and insulted her? Not only did Bulma go beyond the boundaries by touching him a little… she actually had the nerve to touch him… there…. Vegeta didn't know where he was flying to... Maybe some training would take his mind off what had just happened. Vegeta made his way for his usual spot. Back at the house, Bulma wasn't sure what to make of what she had just done. What the HELL was I thinking! I just… Yet… I don't feel disgusted… What am I feeling? I can't possibly like Vegeta. He's an arrogant, self-centred, sarcastic… stupid… Bulma was running out of insultments. She sat down at the kitchen table and rested her elbow on the table. I can't let myself do this… I have to relax somehow… I'll take a shower and get out of these wet clothes then I'll decide what to do… Bulma went upstairs and got her bathrobe and a towel before going to get a shower. Even in the shower, she couldn't get her mind off of Vegeta. He had seemed so relaxed as she ran her hands over him… And even when she had 'touched' him, he hadn't said a word really… After drying herself, Bulma slipped her silk nightdress and her silk robe on and went downstairs, still drying her hair. She made her way to the living room and sat down on the couch. She grabbed the remote and flicked on the t.v. There was probably nothing on but she continued to channel surf anyway. As she did, she heard something outside and then the back door opened. In walked Vegeta, absolutely soaked. It was only now that Bulma acknowledged that it was raining outside… He looked over at her before scowling.
"What are you staring at, baka?"
"Nothing!" Bulma snapped, turning back to the t.v. Obviously, he had chose to ignore the day's earlier events. Fine… I'll forget them too. Stupid baka yaro… Vegeta trudged into the living room, leaving wet footprints across the carpet. Like he cared… Bulma gritted her teeth as he trudged to the door and walked out. She looked over at the footprints. Hmph… I'm not cleaning those up! He better not plan to just leave them… Bulma glared at the door a little longer before watching t.v again. She was in no mood for cleaning… Bulma wanted to slap herself for earlier. At least he'd forgotten it…
Vegeta practically marched to his room. He was soaked and wanted to get changed. Let's see what that baka has in these cupboards… Vegeta wandered over to the wardrobe and raided inside. A shirt and a pair of black jeans… nothing more. Vegeta cursed before grabbing some towels and making his way to the bathroom. A shower would relax him a bit hopefully. The very thought of relaxing brought the days memories back with the force of a Genki Dama… Ah, why do I even bother remembering that? It was probably the salt water clogging her tiny, incomprehensive brain… Vegeta turned on the water before taking his clothes off and stepping into the shower. The water was freezing but he didn't care. Vegeta closed his eyes and let the water trickle down his face. Still, he kept remembering how tender Bulma's touch had been. How she had slid her soft hands over his shoulders and down… Even just remembering her teasing whilst they had been underwater made Vegeta's stomach flutter. He shook it off and finished his shower. When he got out, Vegeta wrapped the towel around his waist and made his way back to his room. As he relaxed on his bed, he still thought of Bulma's touch. Why was he going so… so…? Ugh, I must be getting weak… He got up and got changed. Vegeta rolled the sleeves of the shirt up to his elbows for comfort and went downstairs. He could hear the rain outside and the noises from the t.v in the living room. Vegeta stopped and leant against the wall. He rammed his hands in his pockets and leant his head back against the wall. Closing his eyes, he tried to think of an excuse for coming down. He didn't know why himself… Something had told him to go downstairs and he didn't know what. Surely that baka wasn't the reason… was she? It was only now that Vegeta realised how much he had been thinking about her… Heck, she had even appeared in his dreams! The hallway was dark and only the multi-coloured light coming from the living room t.v provided the slightest bit of light. Vegeta heard movement in the living room and sidestepped so that the shadows concealed him in darkness. As he did, Bulma walked out of the doorway. Vegeta's heart skipped a beat as she stopped just outside. In that instant, she looked so incredibly beautiful… The robe she wore hugged her curves and lay slightly open at the top, falling across her shoulders perfectly and revealing the delicate skin around the base of her neck. The lights that flowed through the open doorways basked her skin in a pale glow, accentuating her cheekbones and causing her eyes to shimmer. Her lips were parted slightly as if she were contemplating something. Vegeta simply watched from his hidden spot, amazed at just how beautiful Bulma really was. When she wasn't shouting, of course… Bulma looked around before making her way upstairs. Vegeta stepped out of the darkness and watched her go with a sigh and a slight smile.
"Of course you were the reason… Bulma-chan…" Vegeta whispered before walking up after her.
Bulma searched her room. A cold shiver raced down her spine as a cool breeze swept through her open window, causing the curtains to swirl around in the air. She was sure that she had felt someone else's presence when she was downstairs… Now she couldn't remember what she had come up for… Before she left, Bulma wandered over to her dressing table and picked up a bottle of her favourite perfume. She put some on and left the room. She made her way slowly towards the stairs. She froze as she heard something behind her. Bulma spun round. There was no light upstairs except for in the rooms so the landing was basked in the pale light from a single candle on a small table. Still, there were plenty of dark corners. Bulma peered into one in particular.
"Vegeta?" She almost whispered, folding her arms carefully across her chest as another breeze swept through the darkness. Bulma saw Vegeta step forward so that she could see him. His head was bowed down and his eyes were closed and his arms were folded as usual. He looked up at her and raised his head with a small smile. Bulma took this moment to acknowledge just how handsome he was. That shirt suited him… The fact that he hadn't done it up at the front didn't hurt either… The orange glow flickered across his partially bare chest and arms, emphasising his muscles nicely. The light of the flame licked his face, creating deep shadows under his high cheekbones and casting one side of his face in darkness.
"Bulma, I…" Vegeta trailed off quietly, his smile replaced by a sheepish little grin. Bulma resisted the urge to smile back. Vegeta was never seen without a scowl or a sardonic smirk and here he was, almost embarrassed about something… He took a small step forward and put his hands in his pockets. He looked like a kid who'd just done something wrong and was begging forgiveness… Okay, who is this and what have they done with Vegeta? Bulma smiled to herself. He did remind her of a scruffy little kid sometimes. Especially his temper… Still... No matter how immature he could be, he was still gorgeous in almost every possible way… Bulma suddenly felt an aching desire for the Saiyan Prince before her. Great… What was going to her happen now?
Vegeta had never really felt nervous before. Not since his first battle as a child when the adrenaline rush hit him as he stepped forward to face his opponent. Vegeta had always been confident. Sometimes a little too much for his own good… But now… Bulma was right there before him and he couldn't think of a single thing to do or say! He looked down at his feet. For once, his pride wasn't butting in and it left him without a single comment to utter. Was that a good thing? Vegeta looked back up in time to see Bulma only inches in front of him. He froze as she held his head with one hand and pulled his lips down against hers. Vegeta's eyes shot open in shock. What the hell was she doing? Vegeta had seen other couples kissing and had wondered about what his first kiss would be like, should it ever come…. Still, he never imagined it to feel so… good. Vegeta felt his eyes close and his muscles relaxed as Bulma held their lips together, tilting her head slightly to the side. Vegeta didn't move. He didn't want to. Bulma took hold of the other side of his head with her free hand and pressed her lips more firmly against his, opening her mouth slightly. Vegeta imitated her; still a little confused by all this. Nevertheless, he was enjoying it so far. Vegeta had tasted a lot of things in his life but nothing like this. The taste of Bulma's mouth was warm and inviting and it made his head spin. Vegeta craved more as he took hold of her waist so he slid his tongue out a bit before running it along the inside of Bulma's lips. Now it was getting interesting…
Bulma was slightly taken aback as she felt Vegeta's tongue enter her mouth at the same time she felt his strong, warm hands take hold of her waist. Mmm, he sure knows how to tease… Bulma thought as Vegeta's tongue ran slowly along the inside of her mouth, exploring gently. His thumbs stroked the curve of her waist gently as Bulma pulled him ever closer and allowed her own tongue to stray. The sudden sensation shot through Vegeta instantly causing him to break away in surprise. It was then that the two realised that the candle had blown out and the two were in total darkness. Vegeta kept hold of Bulma's waist and Bulma kept hold of his shoulders. Vegeta wanted to kick himself.
"G... gomen nasai…" Vegeta stuttered.
"Nani?"
"I didn't mean to…" Vegeta was interrupted by the reunion of Bulma's lips with his. Vegeta closed his eyes but, much to his disappointment, Bulma pulled slowly away again. Vegeta groaned his objection as the contact was broken between more than just their lips. Bulma had pulled out of his arms but, had he been able to locate her, Vegeta would have gladly taken her into his embrace again… "Bulma…"
"Shhh…" Vegeta felt Bulma's breath on his ear and realised just how close she still was. He wrapped his arms around her waist with surprising accuracy. Unfortunately, his aim wasn't as good when he tried to kiss her again and he found his head sliding alongside hers. He buried his head into her warm, soft neck as she spoke. The smell of her perfume filled his senses and made him long for her kiss once more.
"Why…?"
"Shh… Enough for now…" Bulma whispered with a sigh, turning her head to kiss his neck softly before lifting his head to face hers. A small trickle of moonlight shone through the window. Vegeta could see her looking straight at him and he looked right back. Bulma kissed him softly once more before heading into her room. "Goodnight, Vegeta…"
"Bulma, wait." Vegeta pleaded. Bulma stopped in the doorway of her bedroom as he approached her once more. "How can you just do that?"
"What?"
"Can you honestly tell me you didn't enjoy that as much as I did, Bulma-chan?" Vegeta lifted his hand to her face and trailed his fingers along her jaw slowly. Bulma's mouth fell open slightly. Bulma-chan? He called me Bulma-chan? I don't… believe it I…
"Oh Vegeta…" Bulma smiled fondly at him. Vegeta slid his hand onto her neck and stroked her skin softly. He held her waist with his other hand before hesitating slightly. Another smile from Bulma reassured him and he brought his lips slowly down onto hers, closing his eyes as he did so. Vegeta smiled as Bulma's hands wrapped around his neck and through his hair. Maybe he would enjoy these human emotions after all…