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Learning how to Live	By : Vegetalk Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 2505 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Bulma stretched, her toes poking out the end of the bed sheets before she pulled them back into the warmth and rolled over, opening one eye at the clock on her bedside table. She groaned, pushing herself upright.
Stumbling over to the balcony window to part the curtains in nothing but underwear, she stretched upward and yawned, before noticing something. The pod. It was in the yard. Vegeta was back! She scrambled to get dressed.
Jogging outside across the lawn to the gravity room, she tapped in the code that manually powered it down and released the lock. He had expected her to disturb him. The chamber computer beeped as it began to lower the gravity and Vegeta touched delicately on the ground. As the door opened, Bulma covered her mouth with a slight gasp. Vegeta stood confidently, side on, his shoulders back, chest out, his hair glowing, his eyes icy and a fiery yellow aura pulsated around him. He seemed taller, his shoulders wider.
“Vegeta…” She quietly exclaimed. Entering the room. “You… You did it.” The super saiyan smirked, blinking slowy in unintended seduction as he tilted his upward to look down on her. “Of course.”
“What happened out there in space, huh?” She asked, strutting towards him with a grin. He was still in his amour, tattered, covered in his own blood and the smell. Bulma halted before getting too close “Gosh… You could have have taken a shower first, ya know!” She held her nose. “Surely you can take a little break now that you’re a super saiyan!” Vegeta sneered, tilting his head back down to its original angle. “I’m training to master the form, it’s not easy controlling this much energy.” Bulma realized this was a never ending pattern, “Cool,” She said bluntly, patronizingly. “But can you shower, then I'll make you some breakfast, then you can get back to training?" She winked. He sighed, rolling his eyes and relaxing, letting the power leave him with a little jolt, transforming back to normal.
Vegeta held his tattered amour in his hands, standing naked in his personal bathroom. During his return journey to Earth, he’d wondered what had changed inside him. He wanted to believe that it’s insane training had provoked the need to transform, but it hadn’t come whilst defending or exerting himself, but from emotional turmoil. What had enabled him to finally tap into that power? On the 2 occasions he’d transformed since that first time, it had not been easy. He didn’t want to admit it, but on top of raising his ki as far as it would possibly go, an emotive trigger lurking within him sent it over the edge. Kakarot, Bulma, Freiza... So much occupied his mind. He squinted and dropped the blood stained clothing into the trash and turned away, stepping into the shower, hoping to leave that thought with his tattered clothes and blood washing into the drain.
He entered the kitchen, dressed in clean training shorts and a white Capsule Corp t-shirt, hair still damp and sagging slightly from its usual state. Bulma was sat at the table, with several plates arranged. She was lent on one elbow with a coffee in front of her and with the other hand motioned for Vegeta to sit down. “All yours, Mr Super Saiyan.”
She seemed overly relaxed compared to the woman he’d encountered last week. Vegeta was confused, but he sat, retaining eye contact with her suspiciously and began to eat with little hesitation, thankful to have real food, and lots of it.
“Sooo, what happened in space?” She asked. Vegeta, a mouthful of food, looked down at his plate and replied, “I trained.” Bulma raised a brow at him, then sighed. It wasn’t long before Vegeta had finished every plate and stood up to leave immediately. “Now where are you going?” Vegeta turned to look at her confused, was she just talking for the sake of it? “To train?” He said, an eyebrow raised at her, surprisingly playfully. Bulma rolled her eyes, then stood up, and walked over to him, “Show me the transformation.” Her words were said with more assertion than questioning.
She was far too close. Vegeta’s playful expression turned sour “Stop wasting my time.” He snapped, turning to leave, but she grabbed his arm. “Come on, Vegeta!” He looked at her hand, then up to her eyes with a look of surprise that questioned how dare you. Part of her was interested from a scientific standpoint to see the incredible transformation process first hand, but really she just wanted to spend time with him, and this comparatively good mood of his was a rare opportunity indeed.
They stood in the gravity room so not to attract too much attention. Bulma’s apparent interest in his strength did make him happy. He was excited to show it off, proud, could barely wait to battle. But he kept his excitement concealed; he had to ensure she would never know how she, or anyone else, made him feel, in any way.
Vegeta closed his eyes and exhaled, trying to relax, his heart thudding in anticipation, opening his eyes once more to look at her standing on the other side of the room. Perhaps this was a bad idea. Perhaps her presence was too distracting… As he looked across to her, his mind involuntarily wandered to their intimate evening. Her partially undressed form, her bold initiation... Vegeta was suddenly incredibly aware of her gaze on his facial expression, his brows furrowing to remove any hint of his thought pattern. He parted his stance, raising his hands into fists and he glanced over her as she placed her hands casually into pockets, leaning on one leg. She stirred him.
Vegeta began to raise an aura, the room becoming a chaotic whirling, loud space. Vegeta’s face contorted into an intense mess, teeth bared, nose wrinkled, eyes tightly shut. He roared and threw his head back with an intense flash of light, and Bulma covered her eyes with her arm. Upon uncovering them them, the transformation spread over Vegeta like a silent wave, his hair growing upward slightly with the vibrant golden color change. Vegeta tilted his head back and exhaled once more, opening his gaze to stare across the room at her
She suddenly felt intimated by Vegeta’s cocky smirk through icy eyes, his aura still whooshing around him, echoing around the chamber, then gradually dying down in small flickering explosions. Bulma touched her neck in flirtatious thought, "very impressive" she remarked, feeding his ego. “What do you think about?” she continued inquisitively, walking towards him. Shit, he thought, his smirk subsiding. Had his expression said too much? “You look so intense, like you’re really concentrating.” She continued. “I’m focusing all my energy.” He replied quickly, without missing a beat. It wasn’t entirely untrue. Bulma reached for his face and he froze for a moment, tilting it upward in dominant defence enough to gaze down on her again, staring out at her through those piercing eyes.
Maintaining the super saiyan form was a mental and physical drain. It required concentration and she was a real threat to that. But with Vegeta’s newfound confidence came the willingness to give-in to less objective desires. Deluding himself that it was in the name of resistance training and nothing more, he wondered how well he could cope with her as a full distraction in this state – running long before he could walk. Vegeta felt more alive than he had since a young child. He could do anything.
She looked up to his hair, moving her hand through the thick golden strands as he closed his eyes, tilting his head towards her hand slightly. “Wow.” She said softly, smiling. Vegeta’s icy eyes flying open at her comment to meet with hers curiously. “What does it feel like? All that power?” She asked, seductively smirking. Vegeta’s voice turned quiet, deep and sensuous, “Intense.” He muttered back, “like a switch has turned on and electricity is coursing through my veins.” Bulma bit her lip gently, she too was familiar with that sensation. Her free hand moved over Vegeta’s clothed chest, up his tense neck and cupped his cheek, pulling it towards hers to kiss. To her surprise, he returned her motions passionately, even tilting his head to the side to lock with her.
Vegeta was one of the most powerful men in the world, possibly the universe and definably the most volatile. And here he was, driving her crazy. She should be terrified, but instead she was curious and aroused. The rational part of her was a little worried by his manic personality change and what someone like Vegeta could do with this kind of power, but right now, all she really cared about was that he was receptive to her advances.
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