DISCLAIMER: I do not
own DBZ or any of the characters from it.
A/N
– This is a Vegeta/Bulma AU get together! This is supposed to be slightly
humorous, so please don’t flame me complaining that Vegeta is out of character
because I know he’s out of character – I wrote him that way!
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#1.
Crush
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I would die for you
I've been dying just to feel you by my side, to know that
you're mine
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Vegeta watched Bulma through heated
narrowed eyes as she made him breakfast. His gaze followed her around the
kitchen like a hungry predator and occasionally a muscle jumped in his arm as
though he were imagining grabbing her and forcing her to acknowledge the
attraction between them.
Did she know how sexy she looked in
that nightgown? Vegeta wondered idly as she smoothed it down over her thighs.
It wasn’t fair! He knew she did this to torture him. It was typical of women
like her - women that liked to tease! Here he was, Vegeta, Prince of Saiyans,
staying on this mud ball of a planet so he could train to beat some androids,
and did she say thank you?
Of course she didn’t! She just had
continual fights with her baka boyfriend and went shopping with her mother.
Admittedly she did ague with him a lot, that was fun, but the fights never went
anywhere like Vegeta hoped they would. No matter how angry he managed to get
her she never let out that anger in, say, a sudden onslaught of passion.
Vegeta grinned as Bulma bent to pick
something off the floor, and her nightgown rode high up her thighs again. She
straightened and turned around, smiled smugly as she caught him looking at her,
then gave him a flirtatious look from beneath her lashes as she turned back to
cooking him breakfast.
Oh yeah, she wanted him.
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I would cry for you
I would cry for you
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Should he make his move now? Vegeta
grimaced to himself as he considered her possible reactions. He’d been putting
off asking the woman how she felt about him for weeks now. He knew she wanted
him - she’d be mad not to - he just wasn’t sure how he’d feel if it turned out
she didn’t want him at all. Rejection wasn’t something he’d ever had to
deal with when he’d been conquering planets.
Bulma laid two plates of food down in
front of him and inadvertently flashed her ample cleavage. Vegeta grinned
again; he’d like to conquer her planets!
“Vegeta! Stop staring at me, and eat
your breakfast! I didn’t spend hours slaving away on a hot stove so you could peeve
on me!” Bulma berated him testily. She glared at him and made a show of banging
around the pots as she dished out more food.
Vegeta ate slowly, enjoying her obvious
frustration. She was so beautiful, so unique and sexy! He had to have her; he’d
die if he didn’t!
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I will pray for you,
~*~
Vegeta wondered how the woman could
look so young and pure to him even though he knew she’d been with several men
since Yamcha had dumped her. He knew she wasn’t a blushing virgin, and yet she
still looked as yummy as ever to him – it was madness to feel like this about a
female.
How could he resist her when she
flaunted herself in front of him? Vegeta stood up and slowly crept up behind
Bulma, licking his lips in anticipation as he grabbed her waist and brought her
body back against his, barely able to curb his natural instinct to place a love
bit on the back of her neck.
“Vegeta what are you doing?” Bulma
sounded short of breath - from fear or lust Vegeta wasn’t sure and didn’t
really care; both emotions were a turn on. “’Geta?” She sounded unsure as she
turned around to face him.
“Hush woman,” Vegeta ordered. He could
hear her heart thundering in her chest, and he smirked as he kissed her neck.
She moaned softly, and Vegeta felt some of the tension leave her body.
He’d been waiting for this moment ever
since he’d seen the woman on Namek. She had been so gorgeous that if Krillen
hadn’t been there he’d probably have taken her there and then. No, he wouldn’t
think like that, he wasn’t a murderous plundering bastard any more, well, not really.
Bulma moaned louder as Vegeta’s hands
crept down and pulled her lower body into contact with his obvious erection.
“Tell me woman, do you want this?” Vegeta licked the bite mark he had put on
her neck, and she shivered.
“Good Kami I want this!” Bulma
breathlessly whispered. Her hands traced over his muscled arms, and she tugged
his unbuttoned pink ‘Bad Man’ shirt off, letting it flutter to the floor
behind Vegeta.
“Why do you want me?” Vegeta questioned
as kissed her again and backed her up against one of the kitchen cabinets,
trapping her between his arms. “What do I have that you need?” He nuzzled her
neck.
“You’re…” Bulma gasped and pulled his
face away form her neck. She looked at him with hungry eyes, and Vegeta saw
something dark and animal like slit through them. “You’re bad, I want something
bad!” Bulma placed her hands on his chest and traced the curve of his pectoral
muscles.
“I can be as bad as you like,” Vegeta
growled, smirking as he lifted her off the ground and kissed her forcefully.
Bulma wrapped her legs around his and hungrily kissed him, arching against him
as he carried her to his bedroom.
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Hear your voice every time that I'm talkin'
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Vegeta dropped Bulma onto the bed and
pulled off his white muscle shirt with a distinct lack of finesse. Bulma almost
coyly waited on the bed panting slightly, her sexy black nightdress pulling
tight against her breasts with every breath she took.
“Mmm, you look good enough to eat,”
Bulma purred, pulling him onto the bed and straddling his waist. “I’ve been
wanting to do this for a long, long time. You should have come onto me sooner.”
Bulma leant down and kissed him hungrily.
“I know, but I liked seeing you squirm
while you waited for me to make my move, it was very entertaining,” Vegeta
laughed huskily and gripped Bulma’s small waist, surprised to find that the
feel of her body through the silk of her nightdress was incredibly sexy.
“You like entertaining?” Bulma
chuckled. “How ‘bout this for entertaining.” Vegeta let go of Bulma’s waist as
she slowly pulled her nightdress over her head, letting it drift to the floor
beside the bed. She shook out her unruly locks of aqua hair and swayed above
him, moving in time to music he couldn’t hear, but music to which he could definitely
feel the beat to.
Vegeta sat up and pulled her in close
against him, letting his hands slowly drift up her body, lingering on her full
breasts before moving to her back to press her in hard against him. “Tell me
you want me,” he ordered against her mouth, gently kissing her as his hands
kneaded into her back. “Tell me you need me.”
“I want you, I need you,” Bulma moaned
as she raked her nails down his back, reveling in the hiss of pleasure that
came from Vegeta as she did so.
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“Tell me you want me Vegeta,” Bulma
countered, kissing his chest. She licked and gently bit every inch of his
muscled skin as she ground herself against him erotically. “Tell me you need me
too,” she whispered hoarsely.
“I want you woman. From the first
moment I saw you I wanted you.” Vegeta looked at her, unashamed of his
attraction. “You’re the sexiest creature I’ve ever laid eyes on. You were
wasted on that weakling boyfriend of yours, you deserve a real man.” He ran his
tongue along her bottom lip, pleased when Bulma shivered with pleasure.
“Are you a real man?” Bulma whispered
against his lips, loving the wicked feeling that came from lying with Vegeta.
“As much a man as you’re a woman.”
Vegeta laid back and looked up at his woman through heavy lidded eyes. “You’re
a bad girl on the inside aren’t you?” he asked as she dug her nails into his
chest like a cat.
“As bad as they come, I just hide it
well.” Bulma’s voice was low and husky. “Is this what you want?” She undid the
drawstring on his pants and made a pleased sound with what she saw. “Do you
want a bad girl to play with tonight?”
“I want more then that woman.” Vegeta
watched her as she undressed him, his tone surprisingly serious. “I want you to
be completely mine forever.” He caught her eyes with his and smirked. “I never
want to let another male touch you.”
“Forever’s a long time.” Bulma told him
as she slowly pulled off her panties and threw them to some forsaken corner of
the room. She pouted down at him. “Sure you won’t get bored?”
“With you?” Vegeta laughed and rolled
on top of Bulma, trapping his tiny mate beneath him. “Not damned likely,” he
growled and kissed her hungrily.
~*~
Beg and steal for you
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Vegeta watched Bulma as she slept,
tired from the daylong bedroom activities. Outside the sun had long since set,
and the stars were now up. He decided that Bulma looked more mysterious by
night, more dangerous somehow.
Bulma stirred and opened eyes that were
a blazing cobalt blue in the shadows of the room. She wrapped her arms around
him and slipped him a lazy smile. “Do you know that Chichi once told me that
you and I were so alike we were either going to end up killing each other or
fucking each other,” Bulma chuckled. “I guess we found out which.”
Vegeta smirked in the darkness and
kissed her with passion-swollen lips. “Well I always knew which one I
was going to do to you.” He smirked as he caught the bemused expression that crossed
her face.
“Very sure of yourself aren’t you?”
Bulma caught his face in her hands and looked into his endless ebony eyes.
“Of course, I’m the Prince of all
Saiyans.” Vegeta smirked even harder as Bulma giggled and pulled him down
besides her, crawling on top of him with intent.
“Yeah, hail to the prince alright,” she praised as she kissed
him sexily.
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Throw away all the pain that I'm livin'
You will believe in me, and I can never be ignored
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The next morning Vegeta dressed and
decided to let an exhausted Bulma sleep off the past day and night’s rigorous
activities. He paused by the bed and sat down on it, running his hand through
her soft, fine hair appreciatively.
She shifted in her sleep, and he saw
the mark on her neck that branded her as his woman - his mate and only his.
A bite mark on the neck was the Saiyan equivalent of a human wedding ring, and
Vegeta felt a small surge of pride that he’d caught himself such a beautiful
and talented mate.
She was the only one he cared about,
the only one he wanted. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her, nothing he
wouldn’t be. He’d always be there for her now, and whether or not the words
were said he cared for her.
She was his number one crush.
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THE
END
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