Disclaimer:
I don't own Bulma, Vegeta
or Dragon Ball Z. The manga belongs to Viz/Shonen Jump, and is written by Akira Toriyama. The anime belongs to Toei Animation Company Ltd.
I'm only borrowing the characters for use in this fanfiction.
I make no money from this and it means no harm to the series.
Chinks in the Armor
By Trynia Merin
Bulma's mind raced. She knew
there were only a few reasons he was daring to lower himself to invade her
personal space. That hungry look that remained in his harsh gaze looked similar
to his bloodlust with one slight difference. Something about that dark eyed
stare drove the temperature of her blood to a boiling point that had little to
do with anger. Instead she saw another hunger just as primal as the one to
fight. Desire.
She
weighed each word as she licked her lips. Taking a deep breath she said,
"I admit I had selfish reasons for inviting you here. And it wasn't just
because you could protect me from the androids."
"And
that was what?" Vegeta asked, his eyes narrowed
and his smile fading.
"That's
not all. I also invited you here, because I was attracted to you. Because I
thought you were cute and well…" she blushed deeply. When he heard
this, Vegeta's eyes widened a bit and he took a step
backward.
"You're
insane, woman! I thought so all along and now I know you're just as idiotic as
your mother!" Vegeta snorted. "I am NOT
'cute'! I'm not some pet you can tame with your notions of civilization!"
"That's
NOT what I mean. Get your mind out of the gutter!" Bulma
trailed off. She snapped her mouth shut when she saw the glare he gave her, and
the shock on his face.
"And
I'm the one with filthy low class thoughts?" Vegeta
blinked. "Woman, you're insane if you think that I…"
"Okay,
I admit it. No sense in hiding it," Bulma
sighed, relieved that he had backed away. Still his hands on either side of the
counter stopped her from escaping. Gone was the terror, replaced by fear of
another sort.
"As
if I'd even think of fraternizing with a slut like you," he laughed
harshly.
"Pfft, whatever," Bulma
blinked back, matching his gaze. "Like you haven't ever had sexual
fantasies about someone you've lived with! Unless you're asexual like Piccolo
I've seen the way you look at me! You like what you see!"
To that Vegeta had no answer. For a split second he looked
flustered, his face showing a pale hint of blood that then evaporated with an
irritated snort. Again he trapped her between himself and the lab counter with
his body, pressing his torso to hers so she couldn't escape. His dark eyes
imprisoned her as he opened and shut his mouth without sound. A frown creased
his face and he simply glared at her.
"Don't
screw with me, Bulma," he finally gritted.
"I don't think you'd like the result."
"Uh
that sounded pretty clear to me," she said with a slight chuckle.
"Idiot,"
he answered, his face filled with something like embarrassment. Now she saw the
blush return with a vengeance. He continued to fill her nostrils with the thick
scent of his breath, waiting and searching her face for something. She couldn't
move an inch with his arms pinned on either side or his heavy body pressed
against her belly.
Bulma couldn't tear her gaze
from his; she was rooted to the spot with the sheer intensity of those dark
eyes. So black were they she couldn't tell the delineation of his iris from his
pupils till now. Something caused her to shiver with anticipation. At first she
wondered if the cause of her hairs standing on end was mere sexual desire or
static electricity.
"So
uh… are you going to stare at me or let me go?" Bulma
asked with a shaky voice.
***
"Where
is my armor," Vegeta said in a low growl.
"I will give you the chance to tell me now, or else I'll continue to be
EXTREMELY angry."
"I…
Vegeta… I know I shouldn't have taken it. I'm
sorry," Bulma answered. Her chest heaved with
deep breaths, and she closed her eyes to feel his hands suddenly seize her
upper arms and squeeze. Not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to let her
know that she wasn't allowed to move anytime soon.
To her relief
Vegeta relaxed his grip on her upper arms. Tension
released his muscles a bit, and Vegeta's scowl
reduced to its neutral default. Then he raised one gloved hand and gripped her
chin. Warmth radiated through the fabric, almost scorching her with its heat.
His nostrils flared momentarily, and he said, "I sense you're telling the
truth. Now was that so hard, woman?"
"N…no,"
she laughed nervously. "I'll um… I'll show you where it is now if
you want."
"Good,"
Vegeta said, stepping back from her. "Now where
is it?"
"Over
there…" she pointed to a cabinet. Vegeta
stepped back from her again, yet to her surprise he gripped her hand in his
white gloved one.
"Oh
no, you're going to take me to it and I'll only leave when I have it in my
hand, Bulma," Vegeta
smirked. "You're going to learn how to behave, so this little
misunderstanding doesn't happen again."
"Behave?"
she blinked. Vegeta did not let go of her hand.
Rolling her eyes she tugged him in the direction of the cabinet. Her free hand
reached up to punch in the security code, and the door-hissed open, sliding to
the side. Vegeta grunted with satisfaction to see the
ruined armor neatly sitting on the middle shelf amidst other strange bits and
pieces of circuitry.
Her hand
felt numb in his grip. Vegeta then let go, reaching
up to grasp his possession and slip it under his arm. Something suddenly
fluttered to the floor and before Bulma could reach
over to pick it up, Vegeta bent over showing her a
lovely view of his muscular spandex covered buttocks. His gloved hand snatched
the paper, and then he straightened up clutching the paper aloft in his hand.
"Vegeta, that's mine… hey…"
"Hmm,
this scrap of paper seems quite interesting to you, I wonder why," he
smirked, holding it just out of her grasp. Bulma
lunged for it, but Vegeta enjoyed leaning back and
forth just beyond her reach.
"It's
nothing, it's just a set of plans… give it back, will you!" she
huffed.
"Oh
and why should I, considering you kept something that belonged to me, eh?"
he clicked his tongue. "Now what could it possibly be,
since it was folded up under my armor?"
"C'mon,
give it back, okay? It's nothing you'd understand!"
"This
coming from someone who says the most idiotic things when she opens her mouth
at times, I think not," Vegeta snickered
harshly. Despite that Bulma saw the playful gleam in Vegeta's eyes, which was a welcome sight. He peered at the
sheet, still dodging Bulma's futile attempts to
tackle him and wrestle it away. Annoyed, she threw herself at him causing Vegeta to drop his armor. He caught her around the waist
holding her tightly to his hip.
"Very
interesting.
The design seems rather odd, but it's tolerable," Vegeta
hummed. Although the twinkle in Vegeta's eyes showed
no malice, she was flushing profusely at his questioning stare.
"Okay,
I also needed it for a practical reason," Bulma
relented.
"If
you wanted to look at it you should have simply asked and spared yourself the trouble," Vegeta
snorted, shoving the paper back into her hand. He snatched up his armor, but
still held onto her.
"It
was a surprise," she said lamely.
"Oh
no I've had MORE then enough of your foolish customs, woman," Vegeta grunted. Now the frown gave way to an open look of
admiration.
"I
guess I was afraid you would think it was stupid like you think everything ELSE
is?" Bulma responded. She quite liked the way
his arm tightened around her hip, though she couldn't get away even if she
wanted to because he was so strong.
"You
can't possibly replicate the materials on earth unless you have a sample,"
Vegeta said. To her surprise he shoved the
breastplate at her, releasing her hip.
"What's
this… you mean you're giving it BACK?" she blinked.
"Don't
make me stand here all day, idiot. Take the damn thing before I change my mind.
You ARE making me a new suit of armor, are you not? You'd better get busy on it
because I'm not a patient man. You've a lot of work to do," he said.
"Thanks
bunches, your Majesty," she grumbled, taking the
breastplate back. Vegeta grunted, then folded his
arms and turned away slightly. Bulma set the
breastplate down on the counter, then turned again to
see him facing her once more.
"There's
something else," he said, striding over to her again. Reaching out with
both hands he grabbed her shoulders lightly. Vegeta's
face turned to the side and she yelped when he pressed his nose into her neck.
Shivering with fear she felt the vibration of something through her.
"Vegeta…" she said with a slight waver of
uncertainty in her voice. He kept his lips near her ear. Bulma
slowly arched her neck, then inhaled deeply. It seemed
like a shock surged through when he leaned hard on her and his teeth lightly
seized her ear. A sharp nip later and then she felt something warm trickling
down. It dawned on her it was blood. "Ouch, you bastard," she blurted
out. A low growl vibrated from his chest to hers, encased in that hard armor.
"I…
also… accept your apology, Bulma," Vegeta answered, in a near whisper. "But don't you
dare tell anyone I said so. Or else."
"I
understand," she nodded. Realizing he wasn't going to let her go, Bulma swallowed hard. When his eyes met hers again, she saw
the intense lust crackling there. Fear and arousal mated in her stomach and
then tingled between her legs at the second his eyes met hers. Something
universal between male and female vibrated her whole body like a musical string
and she knew the hunger was mutual. A bite on the ear must mean the same as a
kiss. She closed her eyes and leaned her face forwards, then realized that he
brushed his nose against her other ear. Lightly she felt his
own ear brush against hers. Nervously she took his ear between her teeth
and bit down.
"I
see," Vegeta murmured. Heart pounding in her
breast Bulma exhaled. Again he nipped her ear and she
felt another nip down her cheek to her neck, and then to the exposed skin just
under her collar. Each was a sucking bite that did not break the skin, but
inflamed her desire. Bulma slid her arms around his
neck, joining them just at the nape where his shock of dark bristly hair met
his skin. Lightly she rubbed there, causing him to flinch. Then she leaned
forward and turned her face to the side so she could press a kiss to his lips. Vegeta grunted in surprise, stepping back a bit.
"It's
a kiss, in case you didn't know," she chuckled.
"Of
course I know your fool customs," he gritted. "Waste of time."
"Don't
knock it till you try it," she retorted, and then saw him roll his eyes.
"Stupid
pain in the ass," he grumbled. "What's the point?"
"Relax, I want to thank you for giving me a chance to
apologize. You can put your arms around me if you want because I'd like to show
you how we bite," she said giving him a sweet smile. He licked his lips,
uncomfortable with the taste of her lips still lingering on his. Still with
parted lips he regarded her with wide eyes till she again tried kissing him.
Stiff as a tree Vegeta remained standing with his
hands on her shoulders. It felt so good to not have to lean up on tiptoes to
kiss someone Bulma thought, brushing her body to his
hard armored one. She wanted him to know physically that she appreciated his
leniency and moment of understanding. For that brief time his armor had dropped
the façade of
pride that he had so carefully forged in his hard life.
Hands
trembling a bit on her shoulders Vegeta tolerated the
strange custom of her lips massaging against his at the same time her fingers
of her right hair tunneled through his hair. They lightly scratched his scalp
while her other arm left his neck, sliding down to hook around the small of his
back. At that moment he felt a wave of heat shoot through him at the contact of
her body pressed so close. Stiffly he rested his gloved hands on her hip, then pushed his pelvis to hers. Leaning down he seized her
nose between his teeth and bit down. Then nipped at her lips.
Next his mouth opened and she felt his teeth trying to bite at her mouth.
"You
don't bite silly," she gasped, pulling back.
"Are
we going to do this or not?" Vegeta glared at
her. "One custom I find remotely bearable and you have to ruin it by
opening your mouth…"
"But
I HAVE to open my mouth, your Majesty," she cooed innocently. Grumbling Vegeta yanked her as close as he possibly could and sealed
off her lips. For a time Bulma enjoyed the clumsy,
yet pleasant attempts of the Prince to learn kissing. Spinning her around he grasped
her upper arms to lift her easily onto the counter. With a brush of his arm he
sent whatever she was working on to the floor with a clatter. Her hard swallows
were answered with a harsh hiss of his breath between clenched teeth as Vegeta thrust her down. One gloved hand pinned her down by
her chest while the other started to grab at her clothing.
"Wow,
you… um don't waist time," she panted.
"This
IS what follows that ridiculous lip massage custom,
isn't it?" Vegeta grumbled.
"Yes
but… you don't have to right NOW… I mean you only just learned how
to kiss…" she said.
"Humph,
you're right, you're keeping me from dinner with this silly ritual," Vegeta said, releasing her. He stepped back and cast her a rather evil grin.
"Now
just a moment I didn't mean you had to STOP kissing me, Vegeta!
I just didn't think you had to rush so much when…"
"We
will continue this later, Bulma," he said,
zipping in close. He again gave her ear a sharp nip, then
phased out in a blur of energy.
"Wait
for me!" she snapped. To her annoyance he was gone.