Intriguing Endearment [Vegeta x Bulma] Dragon Ball Z Fanfiction

Chapter Ten.

      'I just want to...' her hand quivered beside her leg as she remembered the way he'd ditched her before Yamcha. The way he'd insinuated that she wasn't good enough for him. The frustration and anger that had accumulated within, wanted to break free from its boundaries.

      "Your arrogance make me sick! Just leave me alone!" She yawped trying to slap him. Cursed his reflexes, he was faster than her when he'd caught her gloved wrist. She shuddered at the murderous glare he shot her.

      'What did I just try to...and why is he...why...' Her mind overwhelmed with millions of unanswered questions. The more her eyes delved in his, the more she realized that her anger was slowly subsiding. He was devilishly handsome. Although, she knew he looked down on her, she still couldn't bring herself to detest him. He was in his usual black shorts with bare torse. The sexiness of his body made it hard for her to breath.

      "No I can't!" He stated calmly. She was dying to ask him 'why' but knew he was probably gonna hurt her again with his harsh insults. She didn't want to be there; near him again. She just didn't.

     "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to..." her voice trailed as her face warped in sadness. "Please just leave me alone!"

       His grip tightening on her wrist, strange fancy bombarded his mind. Pulling her violently to himself, his lips landed perfectly in sync over hers, eating and devouring her desperately. Something he'd contemplated numerous time ever since she'd turned down the loser's proposal. Her skin crawl and her shackles rose at the electrical sparks that shot through her veins. His other strong firm hand secured around her waist, pulling her even closer, if it were possible as she moaned into his mouth. The mouth that had gently been torturing her. The next thing she felt, was his tongue breaking the boundaries of her lips and venturing into her mouth, battling with hers in an endless game of dominance. They both knew he'd win since he's always been the strongest between the both of them. He emitted a hungry throaty growl that vibrated against her lips and she melted. Literally just melted in his strong firm arms.

     He tried to convince himself that whatever he felt in that instant was mere lust. Despite his resistance of the feeling that had slowly built up within him, he couldn't help but want her. He needed her. She's become indispensable. His curious hands explored further down until they were gripping her beautifully shaped bottom, pulling her upward with ease as she wrapped her legs around his narrow waist in anticipation, hands enlaced around his neck. He pressed her back gently against the metal control-panel; she gasped, breaking their kiss momentarily so as to sink her eyes in his piercing, unusually intense one; convincing herself that she wasn't dreaming.

     "W-what are we doing, Vegeta?" She stuttered breathlessly from the feverish delectable kiss they've just shared, its sparks still sitting at the tip of her tongue. Hands cupping his face gently and thumbs caressing his cheeks. He hissed. He could feel the electricity from her touch too. At the moment, his mind stop functioning like his usual self. Everything that was happening just felt right.

          "Isn't it obvious?" He smirked maliciously. "I'm returning the kiss you so boldly implanted on my lips twice, woman!"

         She gasped in shock and he seized this opportunity to ravage her lips, this time more violently, unable to contain his hunger for her. She moaned countless time through their kiss, breathing his breath as their lips remained interlocked, refusing to let go of the other. One of his hands detached from her beautifully shape buttock and glided on the fabric of her dress up to palm her breast. Head jerk back, eyes wide at the sudden pleasure of his gentle massage on one of her plump bust, she gapped, inhaling in deeply. Worshipping one of her orbs with his hand torturously, he watched as she twitch and moaned pleadingly in ecstasy. It was an euphoric view. Hands tightening on his bare shoulder blade, nail clawing gently at his skin, she pulled him into another kiss, unable to get enough of it.