Chapter
Four: Restless Night
Bulma
woke up she looked at the clock; it was 2:30am. ~Damn what the hell woke me
up? ~
"Bulma…"
"Who
is it?" the hushed voice that was calling her name was coming from down
the hall. The only other room on this side of C.C. is Vegeta's room. She got
out of her bed and walked to the frame of her door and looked down the hall
trying to hear it again.
"Bulma!¦"
~it was coming from his room, why would he be calling my name? ~ She
tiptoed down the hallway, to afraid to wake him. The hallway seemed endlessly
long. She stopped to hear her name being called again, and then continued on.
Her name became louder as she came up on his door. She pressed her ear up on his
door and the door creaked open, and she saw him sleeping peacefully on his
back. It seemed like his dream about her had ended because he had not called
her name again.
She stared at his sleeping form and decided to get closer
to him. He looked so innocent when he slept. That hard scowl that seemed to be
permanently planted on his face was not there. She reached out her hand and
touched his features. She had kissed him twice, but did not notice out soft his
face was.
Vegeta
woke up without opening his eyes the moment she touched his face. The moonlight
that came through his window and it glistened off his face. He looked so
handsome. The bed creaked as she leaned closer to him to kiss him but stopped
her self. ~Oh wow, what am I doing? I should go~ without a peep she ran
out of his room downstairs to the living room to drain her thoughts in the TV.
As
he relaxed on his bed, he still thought of Bulma's touch. Why was he getting soft?
~Ugh, I must be getting weaker ~ He got up and got changed. Vegeta rolled
the sleeves of the shirt to his elbows for comfort and went downstairs.
He
could hear the rain outside and the noises from the TV 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 but 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 realized how much he had been thinking of her,
heck, she had even appeared in his dreams!
The
hallway was dark and there was only the multi-coloured light coming from
downstairs in the living room. The TV provided the slightest bit of light from
outside. 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 it fit perfectly and it
revealed 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 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
a 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 around.
There was no light upstairs except for in the rooms so the landing was basked
in 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 arm carefully to her chest as another breeze
swept through the darkness. Bulma saw Vegeta step forward. So that she could
see him. His head we bowed down and his eyes were closed and his arms were
folded a usual. He looked up at her and raised his head with a smile.
Bulma took this moment to acknowledge just how handsome he
was. That shirt suited him, but the fact that hadn't done it up in the front
didn't hurt either. The orange glow flickered across his partly bare chest or
arms, emphasizing 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…"
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 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 happen to him now?
Vegeta
had never really felt nervous before. Not since his first battle as a child
when the adrenaline rush hit him as he step forward to 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 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 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. Bulma looked at him curiously.
Vegeta lifted his hand to her face and trailed his fingers along her jaw
slowly. Then he closed eyes as he turned away from her and left her in the dark
by herself. "
Vegeta?" she whispered. No one answered; all of a
sudden she felt a slight chill she folded her arms as she went to her room to
go to bed.
~*~