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A Saiyan For All Seasons	By : Lynnember Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 6044 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A Saiyan For Alasonasons

Chapter Five

I�ll Make You
Sorry

Disclaimer: I
own my fantasies - that is all.

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Much to her frustration, Vegeta had taken himself
away. Or rather, he had taken himself away from her. The gravity room
was still used, and she still caught glimpses of his shadow and the magnificent
illuminations his ki created as he trained at night, but during the day it was
like her guest had somehow turned into a ghost. The only knowledge she had that
he was even there at was was the fluttering feeling that bombarded her spine
whenever his massive-power was close.

Her wrist was fully healed now.

She was actually surprised at how little damage he�d done.
After all � he wasn�t exactly calm when he grabbed her. From her analysis of the joint and bruising,
Bulma concluded that he�d merely pressed his thumb against a pressure point. It
explained why she experienced so much pain when he held her and (in comparison)
had suffered so little when he let go. He�d given her the warning he felt
necessary, without risking serious injury. Bulma instantly cleared him of any
blame and instead turned the situation into a positive---he c eno enough
to hold back, even through his anger. That spoke volumes to her and told her what
his character was capable of.

Still, his absence was (for lack of a better word)
depressing.

Before she had been comfortable in his aloofness because it
was just part of his character, but now � well, now it was personal, and that
was so much harder to take.

There were very few positives in her life at the moment. The
only thing that seemed to keep her going was work and her own unconquerable
drive and determination.

Some days she felt like she could take on the world and others
� well, on others she couldn�t see beyond the hard and impersonal woman she was
starting to turn into.

Maturity had its price; Bulma knew this, but she missed the
fun and adventure of her youth. She was even starting to doubt her own resolve.
The scary part was she had almost gone full-circle, and was starting to feel
the old despondency come back, the one she�d spent the last year trying to
dispel.

On this day, however - on this beautiful, sun-filled
spring day all depressing thoughts were easily put to the side. Today was all
about having fun and celebrating the accomplishments of the last six months. At
last the time had come to officially transfer Capsule Corporation � a full
month earlier than planned.

Her father seemed especially relieved about this. It was
hard for her to accept, but he was fast becoming an old man, and the rigours of
business had started to tell in the haggardness of his features and the lack of
energy and enthusiasm he displayed for his work. It wasn�t a simple transfer, not
for him � it was necessary to his health and to his peace of mind.

Tonight Capsule Corporation would become a bustling ground
of entertainment and release. Friends and work colleagues alike would be there
to celebrate the long awaited transfer. Tonight she would be herself again.
Tonight she would shine and put on a performance like she never had before, and
damn, she was looking forward to it.

The cards for her speech laid haphazardly on the
patio-table, edited with a deep red marker and a dissatisfied mind. Throwing
the pen down, she looked casually out across the lawn, watching the
preparations take shape for the evening ahead. The gardens were a hive of
activity. At the far end the electricians were stringing long rows of fairy
lights through the palms, and to the left the carpenters were adding the
finishing touches to a temporary dance-floor and stage.

Tonight was going to be fun. She had a sense for these
things. There was just something in the air that seemed to lift her spirits and
she was ready and eager to put any other worries behind her.

The double doors opened, and Yamcha walk out. He sat down in
the chair opposite and passed her a can of soda.

After the heart-to-heart they shared in the winter, Bulma
had entertained a hope that Yamcha�s visits might become more frequent, but
that hadn�t been the case. His new lifestyle inevitably caused him to be absent
more often than not, and their rare Saturday meetings had somehow become even
scarcer. She couldn�t blame him though. If she had anything other than work to
distract her then she probably would have been just as negligent. Besides, he
was always there for her when she needed him, and seeing him come over this
lunchtime seemed to confirm his good intentions.

She>She smiled warmly and popped the can open. She couldn�t
allow her heart to become stuck in the past. They�d been too reliant on each
other for too long. Time apart was probably best for both of them.

�So, how�s the speech coming along?� he asked.

�All finished,� she replied, sipping on her drink. �Now I
can look forward to tonight without feeling guilty. Sun-Kun�s definitely going
to be here isn�t he? I know what he�s like.�

�Relax, B. He�ll be here. Chi was already starching his
shirt and laying down the law when I stopped in earlier. She�ll get him here.�

Bulma chuckled, �Well with Chi on the case I�m not even
worried. She�ll get him here.�

�That she will,� he smiled.

�So?� she asked, poking him in the arm. �Who�s the lucky
girl tonight?

�Rai-Ellen.� He grinned.

�It�s a pretty name, but is she good enough for you?�

He laughed. �Don�t you mean �good enough for you,�
Bulma? Who knows, but she�s actually looking forward to meeting you - even
after all the warnings.�

�Warnin she she chuckled, fluttering her eyelashes, �What
would you need to warn her about? Oh, I know, that I�m so beautiful,
intelligent and sexy that she�ll be completely intimidated. I know how it is,
you don�t have to beat about the bush.�

Yamcha laughed. �Well, there is that, but I settled for
telling her that you�re an egocentric ball-breaker. I hope that�s okay?�

Bulma laughed along with her friend. �It�s perfect!� she
agreed. �But Rai-Ellen � Rai-Ellen�? Where have I heard that name before?�

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�She�s the swimsuit model for �Titans TV.��

�Ah! I remember now. She was the one in the yellow bikini at
the beginning of the sport hour right?� She leaned forward and raised an
eyebrow. �Please tell me she�s going to have some more clothes on tonight.�

Yamcha rolled his eyes. �Yeah. Unfortunately.�

�You�re such a slut now!� Bulma chuckled.

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�Guilty as charged,� he grinned. �So how about you?�

�What about me?�

�Come on, B. You�re � let me think � �beautiful, intelligent
and sexy� so who gets to escort you tonight?�

�No one.�

He blinked in surprise. �No one? Are you kidding me?�

�I wish I was, but I�ve been far too busy to worry about
it.�

He looked a little concerned. �But you�re the belle of the
ball. You have to have someone.�

�Well, I don�t, so drop it.�

�Okay, okay!� he said, holding his hands up, �not another
word. Only . . .?�

�What?�

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He looked down at his can, and took a thoughtful swig from
it. �I could always ring Rai-Ellen and cancel,� he said, hesitantly. �I�m sure
she wouldn�t mind. I�ll escort you instead, and then everything will be right.
I can call her right now. It�lly tay take a second.�

Bulma smiled and blushed slightly. He was such a sweetheart
at times, but to accept would be to take a bac back for both of them, and
Bulma wasn�t about to risk that, no matter how tempting the offer.

She shook her head, clasping her hand over his mobile phone,
just as he was about to dial. �It�s a lovely offer, Yamcha, really it is, but
you know it�s not right. I�m a big woman now. I can take care of myself. I
don�t need anyone to hold my hand, and I certainly don�t need a man to have a
good time.�

He raised a sceptical eyebrow.

�I mean it. Tonight is my night. Why would I want to
share it?�

�And you�re sure?� he asked. �I don�t know, B. It just
doesn�t seem right for you to be on your own.�

�But I won�t be, will I? I�ll have my family here and all my
wonderful friends. That�s the most important thing.�

Yamcha seemed to accept this, and nothing more was said on
the subject. He left soon after because he had forgotten to pick his suit up
from the drycleaners. He practically sprinted to his car in order to get the
other side of the city before the shop closed.

Bulma continued to watch, even when he was out of sight,
happy to see him back to his al dal dopey self. He always managed to cheer her up.
If only she could be this happy more
often. She hated lying to Yamcha, but, to save her own feelings, she�d done
just that.

The stark truth was - not all those she considered
friends were going to be there.

Before the gravity room incident, she had always pictured
Vegeta being involved in her celebration of the coveted �CEO� title, even if it
was only preventing him from incinerating her guests. Vegeta wasn�t going to be
there � and though her strength and spirits were high � her heart was less content.

She missed their weird conversations. She missed those
charcoal eyes on her face, and she even missed him ordering her about. At least
she still had her dreams to fall back on, and no matter how much he ignored
her, he couldn�t take those fantasies away.

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Day gently slipped into evening and as the stars became
visible over West City, the celebration at Capsule Corporation started to come
alive. Yamcha had arrived back half an hour later than he said he would, but
(in Yamcha terms) that was acceptable. He admitted to Bulma that he�d had to
capsulate his car and fly the rest of the way in order to get his tux before
the shop closed, exclaiming that for a while he thought he�d have to come in
his just his boxers. Both she and Rai-Ellen had laughed at him for it, and he�d
scratched his head and laughed with them as his cheeks burned red.

Rai-Ellen looked just as stunning in real life as Bulma
remembered seeing her. She was your typical page-three model, with white-blond
hair, flawless tanned skin, legs up to her armpits and breasts that would look
disproportionate on a woman twice her size. Still, she was good-humoured and
polite, and seemed to care for Yamcha. Bulma knew the relationship wouldn�t
last, but then she likewise knew that neither of them probably wanted it to
either. It didn�t bother them, and if this was what made her friend happy, then
who was she to object?

Chi Chi and Goku had been some of the first guests to
arrive. Chi had come armed with her usual gift of food, complete with
directions on how to reheat it.

Krillin and Master Roshi arrived not long after. Bulma was
glad to see the old Turtle Hermit had left his Hawaiian shirt at home. He�d
come in his official silk gi instead, and even though it was old and smelled
like something Kitty would turn its nose up at, it was better than the
alternative.

They hadn�t seen each other in so long, and Bulma had spent
a good majority of the first hour in a circle with them, catching up on all the
gossip she had missed from Yamcha, and returning the favour by sharing
everything that had gone on in her life, carefully omitting everything to do
with Vegeta. Throughout it all Krillin kept a careful eye on his old master,
only leaving once when the old man wandered suspiciously close to a group of
her more junior female laboratory staff.

Old habits die hard,
Bulma thought as she watched him flirt, but was too happy to care. Instead she
silently marvelled over how easy it was to pick up her friendship with the Z
fighters, even though she hadn�t seen them for so long. Theirs was truly a
friendship that would never die and it did her mind all the good she had hoped
it would to be in their company once again.

By the time Krillin returned from subduing Master
Roshi, a few of the guests were taking
the first stumbling steps onto the dance floor. They were watching the
commotion from the dubious comfort of a wrought iron bench.

�Yamcha tells me you�ve been trying to get closer to
Vegeta,� Krillin said, popping the button undone on the front of his white
jacket. �You�re a lot braver than I am, Bulma. I don�t mind admitting that he
scares the hell out of me.�

She shrugged her shoulders. �He�s not so bad when you get to
know him.�

�So what?� he said. �Are you two friends now?�

Bulma smiled slightly, and for a moment she contemplated
telling him the whole story, but that wasn�t possible. Vegeta had asked her to
keep his admission a secret, and she had given her word.

�I�m more than willing to be fri friend if he�d let me,� she
said, deciding to keep it truthful and short. �But he hasn�t done that yet.
It�s just one of those things. Vegeta goes his own way.�

�That sounds like him,� Goku said, stretching along the
bench and taking up most of it.

�It must be pretty strange - living with him, I mean,�
Krillin added.

�Not especially,� she sighed. �I don�t see him very much.
Oh! I know he�s about. Dad�s been working on repairs to the GR, and I�ve heard
explosions from it in the middle of the night. I just don�t get to see him very often.�

�Well, that�s weird,� Krillin said, thoughtfully cupping his
chin and looking at Goku.

�It is?�

�You did?� Bulma was full of astonishment. �Where?�

�Right there,� he said, looking over the bushes and towards
the GR.

�Oh. He was training.� She sighed. �It figures.�

�Training?� Goku shook his head. �No, he wasn�t training;
although I did ask if he wanted to spar, but it�s probably best he said no. Chi
would have killed me, even if he hadn�t.�

�So what was he doing?� she asked, unable to hide her
curiosity.

�Not a lot really,� Krillin said. �He was on top of the
gravity machine thingy, just watching everyone.� He shivered. �It was creepy. I
bet you he was making a list of who he�s going to torture first when all this
android business is over.�

Bulma knew it was pointless, but she turned to look at the
GR anyway.

Nothing.

He would let Krillin and Goku see him, but not her. It
couldn�t have been anymore painful if he�d come out and punched her in the
face.

�Arsehole!� she muttered.

�If you ask me,� Goku interrupted. �I�d say he was looking
at you, Bulma.�

Krillin laughed, �Bulma gets to be tortured first. Someone
got the short straw - don�t worry though,� he teased, �while he�s occupied with
you, the rest of us are going to leg it over to Goku�s and hide behind him.
What do you say Master Roshi?�

There was no response.

�Master� uh oh.�

A woman shrieked from the middle of the dance floor, and
Krillin held his head in hands. �Oh boy! Why did I have to volunteer to watch
him tonight?�

Both Bulma and Goku looked at each other, and after a
comical pause, burst into peals of laughter.

The laughter seemed to flow naturally as the evening
progressed. Son-Kun recounted the time he�d gone to train with Tien and Chaotzu
in the mountains, but Bulma�s attention was, at best, divided. She couldn�t get
over the fact that Vegeta was showing mild interest in what was going on and,
according to her friend, showing particular interest in her. Did she dare to
hope that he might not be as indifferent as he appeared?

As confusing as these thoughts were for her, they weren�t
allowed to fester long. Being the toast of the party meant socializing was the
top priority, no matter what else was going on, and Bulma�s father had soon
interrupted the reunion to whisk her away for a pre-arranged press conference.
It took place in the reception area and a bottle of champagne was passed from
father to daughter in a symbolic gesture to the contracts that had long-since
been signed.

Even when that had been completed there wasn�t a chance to
relax. As soon as the last interview was out of the way, she was swept back to
the party and escorted by her parents onto the makeshift stage.

Her speech about �adding to Capsule Corporations long-term
stability,� and �the privilege of being allowed to continue her father�s
legacy� complimented the reminder �that the high standard of work over the
years was only possible because of the commitment and amazing work ethic shown
by those she was fortunate enough to call employees,� was, perhaps, a little
predictable, but well received none-the-less, and celebrated with more
champagne.

As the evening faded, Bulma knew the party had been a
triumph and was happy in the knowledge it would be talked about for years to
come. The celebrations didn�t so much end as gradually slow down, gently
running out of steam. Some guests only stayed for her speech, others until the
band stopped playing, and the last stayed into the early hours of the morning.

Looking across the littered lawn and reflecting on a very
pleasing night, Bulma put a cigarette to her lips and lit it. Bunching up her
long silver-blue evening dress she sat down on the bench Krillin and Goku had
shared with her earlier. She didn�t want to go to bed. Hell, she wasn�t even
close to tired and with the garden heaters still on and coating her bare arms
with warm air, she wasn�t in the least bit cold.

Her head was swimming a little.

As far as alcohol consumption was concerned she�d been
relatively good, but champagne always went straight to her head. Maybe that was
why she was startled to see a figure walk sedately around the bush and take a
seat next to her. If she had been less intoxicated she would have felt him long
before. Then again, she hadn�t seen him in what felt like so long she guessed
her amazement still had its value.

He didn�t speak to her, but Bulma wasn�t exactly surprised.
Not wanting to break her long-held promise, she put up with his company for a
while, and it seemed as though nothing was likely to break the silence.

The clattering of the caterers as they cleared up around
them was the only thing she had to distract herself from the enigmatic man next
to her, and despite her resolution not to speak, Bulma still felt it impossible
to completely ignore his presence. His figure almost seemed to demand attention
and she found her eyes wandering to his face on more than one occasion.

Why was he there? If he only came to think undisturbed, why
choose to sit next to her?

She didn�t want to leave, but if he was going to ignore her,
then what was the point in staying? She could be just as easily ignored
somewhere else rather than have it rubbed so cruelly in her face. Stubbing out
her cigarette, she stood, her dress falling with a slight rustle. She didn�t
have to put up with this bullshit, and she wasn�t about to let Vegeta ruin what
had otherwise been a very enjoyable evening.

�Stay!�

Bulma paused. His voice was low and demanding, as always. She
was determined not to face him. She was too proud and hurt by his recent
behaviour to do that, but she didn�t walk away either.

�Stay,� he demanded again.

�Well,� she said. �That all depends, doesn�t it, Vegeta?�

�On what?�

�On whether or not I have a reason to.�

�True,� he said. �But you�ll never know for sure if you
leave.�

As much as it angered her, Vegeta was right. What exactly
would she accomplish by going? Didn�t she miss him, wasn�t this what she wanted
- to be in his company once again, and reawaken their dormant friendship? He wanted
her to stay. Didn�t she owe it to her own sanity to do as he asked, even if it
was under the guise of a demand?

Turning around, she grudgingly took her place back on the
bench. �Fine,� she muttered.

�Good,� he snapped.

�So are you going to tell me why you want me to stay?�

�No. Your company will be all - for now.�

Bulma was a little surprised. He�d purposefully kept himself
away for over four months, why should he suddenly want to be near her now?

�You seem to be doing fwithwithout it recently,� she said,
feeling compelled to voice her thoughts.

�Do I?� he snorted. �That�s a matter of opinion.�

�Oh?� she asked, curious as to where his thoughts were
headed.

�Nothing, Woman,� he growled. �Pay me no mind.�

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For the first time since interrupting, he looked directly at
her and she felt something flutter up her spine as those orbs pinned her to the
spot. They seemed to be looking both at her and through her at the same time,
holding a silent challenge.

�Kakarrot,� he said at length, the lines of his forehead
creasing angrily as he spat her friend�s Saiyan designation. �He was here
earlier. Why? For what reason?�

Bulma frowned. �Well, I hear he offered to spar you, and
although I�d be more than happy to let him kick your arse, he�s my best friend.
Tonight was special for me and as my friend, I wanted to him to share it with
me.�

Vegeta snorted, looking away. �You have bad taste in
friends.�

She laughed. �Only where you�re concerned, Vegeta.�

He chuckled slightly at that. �So, you�re still determined
to be an idiot then?� He shook his head. �I should have known as much.
Stubborn, foolish woman! Friends indeed, what a joke! You have no idea how much
I�m starting to hate that word.�

�Oh believe me, Vegeta,� she replied dryly, �I think I do.�

�Really? And do you likewise know why I hate it?�

Bulma titled her head to look at him, �Not entirely, but I
can take an educated guess. You�re a proud man, and to form a friendship with
anyone would mean you�d have to make an obligation to someone other than
yourself.�

�A reasonable deduction and not wholly without foundation,�
he agreed, �but then I have also come to realize that there might some benefits
to it.�

He shifted in the seat and leaned back next to her.

�You have?� she asked, unable to keep the surprise from her
voice.

�Yes. I might not like the concept, but I do not
think I would be totally incapable of it, were the right person to come along.�

�And?� she prompted.

�And what?� he snapped.

�Has the right person come along yet?� she asked, vainly
primping her hair and smiling.

He laughed out loud, shaking his head. �Not a chance in
hell, Woman! Believe me. If I were ever to have a friend, then I could think of
none worse than you.�

Bulma frowned. How dare he! How dare he fuck about with her
in this manner? Nothing had changed, and yet here he�d been leading her into
believing it had. Ugh! She was such a moron.

He was still laughing, the biting sound, carrying on the
night breeze. �What did you expect, Woman? I�ve told you on countless occasions
that friendship has never been what I want from you. Perhaps it might have
worked if you�d have kept that damn mouth of yours shut, but as it is, you will
pay for your cockiness. I have given you warning and I have likewise given you
plenty of time to understand it, but you have chosen idiocy over reason and
your time is up. I said I would make you sorry for it, and one way or another,
I�ll do just that.�

Bulma stood, indignant and angry. �Fuck you!� she spat at
his arrogant and laughing face. She�d had enough. Who the hell did he think he
was? Her emotions weren�t there for his amusement, and she was fed up of having
them thrown in her face. Angry and upset she walked away. How dare he!

She walked towards the house, determined to take her anger
and frustration out on any inanimate object she could find, but she never made
it that far. Vegeta moved quickly. She walked slap bang into him, the force
almost knocking her off her feet.

mal>He laughed down at her, catching her wrist, in order to
steady her. �Oh no, Bulma,� he whispered cruelly. �Escape is not an option.�

�Let go of me!� she spat, lashing out with her free hand.
She was tired and emotional. Maybe she wasn�t thinking straight, but her mental
strength was all she had left. It was on the verge of being snapped and she
wasn�t about to let him see as much.

He easily caught her hand as it flailed towards his face.
She tried to pull away, but it was like trying to pull a planet out of orbit.
His hold didn�t budge. The only sign that he�d felt her struggle was when his
grip changed and he effortlessly twister arr arms across her front and turned
her so her back was pressed against his solid chest, making it impossible for
her to move.

There was nothing she could do to escape, and she felt
slightly embarrassed at having lost her temper so openly.

�What are you going to do next, Bulma? Do you want to fight
me, is that it?�

�No.�

�Because you know it will be useless?�

�Yes.�

�If I let you go, will you run?�

She shook her head.

�I don�t believe you,� he whispered. �But that�s okay. I
have a few questions for you first anyway. Tell me, do you remember what you
said last autumn?�

Bulma didn�t respond. She had no reason to. How was she
supposed to remember a conversation from that long ago? It was utter lunacy,
but despite this, despite the humiliation of being restrained by him, she felt
the desire spark. The one she had kept hidden for months, the one that she
dreamed about at night, and the one that liked the idea of being held captive
by him - being at his mercy and feeling his wonderful body pressed so tightly
against her own. Traitorous, traitorous, body!

�You said,� he continued, knowing she wasn�t in a position
to answer. �You said that �one out of three isn�t so bad.� Do you remember
now?�

Bulma�s bit her bottom lip. Was he serious? Oh god yes, she
remembered. The question was - what was he going to do about it? She knew what
she wanted him to do. Those lips of his were so close to the lobe of her ear.
She wanted him to shut up, and press them against her skin. His voice was
sadistic, cruel, and painful, but his touch - his touch had the ability to take
her breath away.

�I see you do,� he continued, holding both her wrists with
one hand, and reaching up to her flushed cheeks, the mirror of the gravity room
incident, so many months ago. �But,� he said, taking a section of her hair, and
letting the aquamarine strands run through his gloved fingers. �The problem is,
things have changed now.�

�They have?� she whimpered, his gentle touch and low,
seductive voice, turning her mind upside-down.

�Oh yes,� he chuckled. �Now I know that you were
wrong.�

�Wrong?�

�Very wrong,� he said. �No matter how much I have tried to
ignore it, I have seen one, and found the other out, but this current situation
leaves me with unanswered questions. Questions that, no matter how hard I have
tried, I can no longer dismiss. Here I am, the prince and elite of my race, not
able to get your insignificant presence out of my head. Do you realize this,
Bulma? What you�ve done?�

Bulma shook her head. Oh god! What had she gotten herself
into?

�I want you to show me, Bulma,� he admitted. �I want you to
show me if you really are all you claim to be? Are you really a slut between the
sheets, or have I been obsessing over a myth these past few months?�

Left completely speechless, the blush burnt brightly across
her cheeks.

�Tell me that you haven�t wondered the same? Tell me that
you haven�t thought about having me in your bed as well? Deny it, Bulma.�

The words were on her lips. She could almost hear them.
�You�re so wrong Vegeta!� they screamed. �You�re oh so absolutely fucking
wrong!� but no matter how many times she tried to spit them at his arrogant
face, they wouldn�t surface.

�Deny it,� he said again, this time moving closer and laying
his lips against her neck.

Damn it all to hell! Why couldn�t she lie to him! His lips
felt so good pressed against her skin, and she could feel his chest slowly rise
and fall against her back as he enjoyed the taste of her flesh.

�I can�t!� she sighed, letting her eyes flutter closed under
the sensation. �I can�t.�

He sighed against her skin and let her wrists go.

�Then show me,� he demanded. �Show me you�re a slut!�

Free from his grip, she turned to face him, her legs feeling
weak, and her head dizzy from the mix of champagne and adrenaline. All her
anger was gone. His lips and words had worked the magic that nothing else
could. She met his eyes head on, loving the way they gripped her with desire.

She smiled, and tilted her hips seductively. �With
pleasure,� she purred, and bridging the small gap, she boldly grabbed hold of
his blue gi and pulled his unresisting lips to hers.

He chuckled. It was low and sensual, tickling her lips as
they moved fluidly over his. �I will make you sorry for doing this to me,
Bulma,� he promised. �I will make you so very, very sorry.�

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A/N � This chapter was a lot harder to write than the
others. I must have spent hours and hours going over it once it was finished.
In the end I gave up and sent it to Lisa. She was such a sweetheart, and told
me exactly what was wrong, and as ever, her magic has worked its wonders. What
would I do without her! *Hugs Lisa until she turns blue.* ^-^

Thank you for the lovely feedback on the last chapter, it
was a pleasure to read all the messages of support.

A quick reminder � If you wish to be added to my mailing
list then there are two ways to do it.

1 - Email me at emberchan0703@yahoo.com Make sure you say
its for the mailing list though, blank emails will get deleted.

2 - Review and tell me you want to be added. PLEASE, if
you�re going to do it this way, make sure you leave your email address. How can
I send you notification if I have nowhere to send it?

See you soon for the next chapter.

*hugs*

Ember
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