One - Written by PhantomScribe72

Chapter 6

The doctor closed his bag and stood up to face Bulma. "I can't believe I'm saying this," he said, "but I think he'll be fine."

"Oh, thank Kami," Bulma sighed in relief, sinking into her mother's arms.

"Don't get too excited," the doctor warned, "he's not out of the woods yet. That explosion would have killed any normal man. He has to have time to recover. He must stay in bed and give his body a chance to heal."

"That shouldn't be too difficult to manage," Yamcha said sarcastically.

"He'll stay in bed...even if I have to keep him sedated 24 hours a day," Bulma said with determination.

"Stop talking about me as if I'm not here," Vegeta groaned from the bed.

Bulma ran over and sat down beside of him on the edge of the bed, "Vegeta, you're awake," she said, grasping his hand.

"I've been awake for sometime, Woman," he growled, jerking his hand from her.

"Good Lord, Vegeta," Yamcha said, "what the hell were you doing in that machine? You almost blew up the whole house!"

Vegeta turned his head to look at Yamcha, "I really don't want to see you right now," he growled, "and even in this weakened state, I could kick your ass."

"Ok, ok, I'm leaving," Yamcha said tiredly, "Bulma, if you need me, call me."

"That shouldn't take too long," Vegeta mumbled.

"I should be leaving too," the doctor said, "but remember what I said, Vegeta. You need to rest."

Mrs. Briefs slipped out of the room to show them out, leaving Bulma and Vegeta alone.

"What happened, Vegeta?" Bulma asked. "You promised me you would be careful in that chamber."

"I was being careful," Vegeta moaned, "It's not my fault that the infernal machine is of such substandard quality that it can't take normal training."

"Now, listen you asshole," Bulma said through clenched teeth, "I won't let you bait me into an argument."

"Fine," Vegeta snarled, "then just get the hell out of here."

"Oh, no," she replied sweetly, "I'm going to stay with you and nurse you until you're completely healed."

Vegeta rolled his eyes, "That should kill me even if the explosion didn't. I don't need a nurse, Woman. Besides, you're weakling boyfriend would get jealous and then I'd have to kill him."

Bulma leaned down over him until her nose was almost touching his, "Yamcha isn't my boyfriend and hasn't been for sometime. He's just a friend...and if you would stick around find out what's going on instead of running off and jumping to conclusions, you'd know that."

Vegeta turned his head away from her, "Woman, I couldn't care less what he is to you," he mumbled just before he drifted off to sleep.

Bulma stood up and tucked the covers around his shoulders, "Oh, yes you do care, Vegeta," she whispered as she stroked his hair.

***

"YOU ARE NOT GETTING OUT OF THAT BED!" Bulma screamed as she flung her body down on top of Vegeta's, trying to hold him still.

"GET OFF OF ME YOU BITCH!" He screamed back, struggling wildly trying to throw her off of him.

"No, Vegeta, Please," Bulma sobbed, "you're not better. The doctor said just a few more days!"

Vegeta stopped struggling. She was right, he knew. He still ached all over, but he'd been laying in the bed for over a week and he was about to loose his mind.

"Alright, Woman," Vegeta gave in, "I'll stay in the damn bed...just stop your annoying sniveling and leave me alone."

Bulma relaxed and stood up, "Promise me, Vegeta. Promise me that you won't try to get up again until the doctor says it's ok."

Vegeta turned his head to look at her. She looked exhausted...but why wouldn't she? She had been with him almost 24 hours a day while he healed. She fed him, bathed him, and catered to his every whim. Every time he woke up, he would see her reading a book or dozing quietly in the chair beside of the bed. As far as he could tell, the only time she left his side was to shower.

"Alright, Woman," Vegeta mumbled, "I promise."

"Thank you," she said quietly. "Are you hungry?"

"Not really", he sighed, "My stomach is still trying to recover from the mush you fed me for breakfast."

Bulma clenched her jaw and sat down in the chair. She refused to fight with him The doctor had instructed her that he should not get too excited. She sighed deeply. Of course, what the doctor didn't know was that Vegeta stayed excited.

"Fine," she said, "let me know if you change your mind." She picked up her book and began reading.

Vegeta studied her for a while. What the hell was she trying to prove? Why was she always here? Shouldn't she be somewhere making out with that idiot boyfriend of hers?

Bulma looked up at him sharply, "I already told you...Yamcha is not my boyfriend anymore!"

Vegeta narrowed his eyes, "I didn't say he was."

Bulma looked confused, "Yes you did...I heard you!"

Vegeta looked away and quickly put up a mental wall. She could hear his thoughts now? Well, he guessed he shouldn't be too surprised. After all, he had been able to hear her for quite some time. Plus, she had spent all of that time alone with him while he recuperated. He clenched his hands into fists. Damnit! They had bonded, at least partially. He knew that the mental bond was only the first step, but once the bonding process got started, there was no turning back.

He slowly realized that he was going to be stuck with her forever. It was his fate. He had tried to fight it, but it was useless. He was just going to have to bear down and accept the fact that she was going to be his mate.

Alright, fine then, Vegeta thought to himself, I'll be with her...but it will be on my terms...and if that human whipping boy gets in the way, I'll kill him.

Finally, he turned back to look at her. "You've finally gone over the edge, Woman. You're hearing things."

She looked over at him. Was she hearing things? She could have sworn...but no, Vegeta didn't lie...if he said he didn't say it then he didn't. She rubbed her eyes and stood up to stretch.

"I guess maybe I'm more tired than I thought," she yawned. She sat back down in the chair and closed her eyes. She was asleep within minutes.

Vegeta watched her as she slept. She was beautiful...even in her current exhausted state. He decided that he would behave himself for the next few days...give her a false sense of security...because once he was up and around again, he intended to end their little game of cat and mouse. Oh, yes...he would bring it to a very satisfying conclusion indeed.

Bulma was kissing him. Her lips brushed gently across his forehead as he opened his eyes. "Hello, sleepyhead," she murmured, "are you finally ready to wake up and play?"

Vegeta reached up and grabbed her face, bringing it down to his, "So...you want to play, huh?" he said right before his lips crushed hers. She reached down and stroked his chest, rubbing one of his nipples. He smiled against her mouth and pulled her body down on top of his. She moaned as he reached beneath her skirt...

Vegeta woke with a start. The room was dark, except for a dim light coming from the lamp on the desk. It had only been a dream. My God, was he so weak that she now haunted his sleep?

"Damnit, Woman, get out of my head," he snarled.

He felt something on the bed jerk. Then he saw Bulma get up quickly and flop down into the chair.

"Kami, you don't have to make a federal case out of it. I was so tired and this chair is not very comfortable."

"What the hell are you babbling about?" he ask, thoroughly annoyed.

"You told me to get out of your bed!" she sighed, "I was only trying to explain what I was doing in there in the first place!"

Vegeta shook his head, trying to clear his mind. Had he said...or even thought that? He couldn't imagine ordering her out of his bed. Then it dawned on him...she had misunderstood him. He sighed and decided if he was going to start being nice, there was not time like the present.

"I'm sorry," he said in a low voice, "I was just surprised to see you in the bed."

"Well, don't worry," she mumbled, "it won't happen again."

Vegeta lowered his eyes, "I don't see why not. If you're going to insist on staying by my side like some Florence Nightingale wannabe, you might as well be comfortable."

Bulma widened her eyes in shock, "What?"

Vegeta turned back to look at her, "It's a big bed. There's plenty of room for you."

Bulma tried not to smile. This was unbelievable...he was actually being nice! What was he up to? She decided she really didn't care, not if she could sleep in a bed instead of this stupid chair. Plus...she got to be close to him.

"Are you sure you don't mind?" she asked timidly.

Vegeta flashed her a sexy smile, "I'll try to manage...besides, I can think of worse things than waking up beside of you."

"Ok, if you're sure it won't disturb you too much," she said.

"Woman, if you don't shut up and get into this bed, I'll thrash you," Vegeta warned.

Bulma smiled and carefully slipped under the covers. She really didn't want to keep him from getting his rest...especially when he was so close to being completely recovered. She edged over to the side of the bed, as far away from him as she could get.

"I won't bite," Vegeta laughed, "at least not unless you ask me nicely."

Bulma blushed and pulled the cover up over her head, "Shut up and go to sleep, you pervert!"

Vegeta laughed quietly and rolled over to face the wall. They were both asleep almost immediately.

Hours later, Bulma awoke to the most wonderful feeling she had ever had. She was so warm and comfortable. She moaned and snuggled down even deeper into the covers. Kami, she was in heaven...at least for the five seconds it took her to realize she was wrapped in Vegeta's arms. She opened her eyes only to find his staring down at her.

"Sleep well?" he asked innocently.

She was too flustered to think of anything to say.

"Cat got your tongue?" he asked with a smirk.

"That's more appealing than who's got the rest of me," she said sarcastically.

"Really, now," Vegeta said lazily as he pulled her body closer against his.

"Vegeta..." Bulma stammered, "you're supposed to be resting."

"I am resting," he replied as he pulled her leg up over his hip, "and so are you."

Bulma gave up and relaxed. She felt his hand making a circular pattern on her hip. Kami, that felt good.

"Vegeta," Bulma started, "does this mean you're not mad at me anymore?"

Vegeta looked down into her eyes with a hooded expression, "I'm not mad at you, Woman...but you still owe me something."

"What?" Bulma asked curiously.

"You were about to tell me something before we were rudely interrupted that day in the kitchen. What was it?"

Bulma buried her face between his head and his shoulder and smiled. She didn't know what had gotten into Vegeta, but she fully intended to take advantage of it. She raised her head and looked him in the eyes. He looked so damn sexy. She brushed her lips against his, then gasped when he took control of the kiss and slipped his tongue into her mouth. Bulma shuddered with pleasure and pressed herself even closer to him. The kiss went on and on. When Vegeta finally broke it, Bulma thought she would die from withdrawal.

"Tell me, Woman…NOW," he demanded.

"Ok, Vegeta," she purred, "I want..."

"Bulma, you have visitors!" Dr. Briefs said from the doorway. Then, when he saw Bulma and Vegeta wrapped together on the bed, he looked quickly away, "Oh, geez," he stammered, "I guess I should have knocked."

"I guess so," Bulma said sharply standing up.

"It never fucking fails," Vegeta growled.

"Um...Bulma," Dr. Briefs said, still looking away, "Should I send your guests away?"

"Good Grief," Bulma snarled, "you can look now, Dad." She looked over at Vegeta, scared that he would again be furious.

"It's ok," he said, "go see who's here...but when you get back, we're going to finally finish our conversation."

"Ok," Bulma smiled, "I'll be back soon," she said as she walked past her father into the hall.

"Boy, that's some conversation you two were having," he grinned.

Bulma stopped and turned around to face him, "It almost seems that you were happy to catch me in bed with a man."

"I wouldn't exactly say that," Dr. Briefs said, "but I know you are a grown woman and are going to do what you want anyway, so it's no use yelling and screaming about it. But believe me, next time I'll knock."

"Good plan, Dad," Bulma laughed.

"You're friends are in the living room," he said as he kissed her forehead.

"Thanks, Dad," Bulma said, still smiling.

Bulma walked into the living room to find Yamcha, Krillin, and Gohan waiting for her.

"Hey Bulma!" Gohan said in his eternally cheery voice, "How's it going?"

"Bulma," Yamcha said with a smile, "we're here to rescue you from your dreary existence. I happen to have four tickets to see the Warriors play the Olympians...grab a jacket and lets go!"

"Oh, guys," Bulma started hesitantly, "that's really nice...but I really can't go."

"Why not," Gohan whined, "these tickets are hard to come by."

"Yeah," Krillin chimed in, "Yamcha went through a lot of trouble to get these because he knows how much you love the Warriors."

"It's not that I don't appreciate it, Yamcha," Bulma explained, "I really do...but Vegeta..."

"Vegeta is sound asleep," Mrs. Brief said from behind Bulma, "I just looked in on him. You know he sleeps for hours at a stretch. You'll probably be back before he wakes up. Besides, it will do you good to get out of the house."

"Yes...but," Bulma hesitated, "he'll be hungry when he wakes up and..."

"And I can feed him," Mrs. Briefs said with finality.

"Geez, Bulma," Krillin said," it's not as if you're his personal slave."

"Yeah, I thought you'd be thrilled to get away from Vegeta," Gohan said.

"Look, Bulma," Yamcha said gently, "you need to get out of here for a while and relax. You've been working too hard. It'll do you a world of good."

"Maybe you’re right," Bulma said, "I guess it won't hurt. Mom's right, I'll probably be back before he wakes up."

"And so what if you're not," Krillin said, "Your mom can wait on that jerk for a while and give you a rest. Besides, as long as someone is here to serve that arrogant pain in the ass, I doubt he will care who it is."

"Yeah, so let's go, before we miss the kick off," Gohan said, heading for the door.

"Come on, Princess," Yamcha whispered to Bulma, "It'll be fine...he'll understand."

"I hope you're right," Bulma sighed, casting a worried glance at the ceiling. Somehow, she couldn't quite convince herself that the man lying upstairs would understand.

"Vegeta, please calm down," Mrs. Briefs pleaded.

"I asked you a question, woman," Vegeta snarled, "Where is she?"

"She'll be back soon," Mrs. Briefs said in the most calming tone she could manage.

"I didn't ask you when she'd be back," Vegeta screamed, completely loosing his temper, "I asked you WHERE THE HELL IS SHE?!?!"

"She..she went to a ball game with some friends," Mrs. Briefs said carefully.

"What friends?" Vegeta demanded.

"Well, Gohan and some others," she answered.

"She's with him, isn't she?" Vegeta hissed.

"With who, dear," Mrs. Briefs said evasively.

"I know you're stupid," Vegeta said in a low, dangerous tone, "but you can't possibly be that stupid."

"I need to get back downstairs," Mrs. Brief said, "Please call me when you're done with you're dinner."

"FUCK YOUR DINNER!" he roared throwing the tray against the door, barely missing Mrs. Briefs head as she ducked out of the door.

Meanwhile, at the ballgame, Bulma was absolutely miserable. All she could think about was Vegeta and how furious he would be if he woke up before she got back. Lord, he'd been so nice that afternoon...even a little romantic. She had been so close to committing to him, and he had seemed more than willing to cooperate. Why did she have to screw things up by coming here? She knew that Yamcha was only trying to help...and that Krillin and Gohan had no idea about her feelings for Vegeta (thank Kami) but she know better than to come here. She would be lucky if he didn't wring her neck!

"Bulma, are you listening to me?" Krillin's voice broke Bulma's chain of thought, "I said can you believe that pass?! The Warriors just scored another touchdown!"

"I heard you," Bulma snapped, "I just...I just want something to drink. I'm going to the concession stand."

"I'll go with you, Bulma," Yamcha said, his voice full of concern.

"Not me," Krillin said, "I don't want to miss a moment of the game."

"Me neither," Gohan chimed, "but how about bringing me back a hot dog...and some fries..and maybe some popcorn?"

"I swear, Gohan," Bulma moaned, shaking her head, "you're getting more like your father everyday!"

Bulma and Yamcha weaved their way through the crowd in the stands. When they finally reached the line for the concession stand, Yamcha took Bulma's hands in his and looked her in the eye.

"I didn't bring you here to make you even more miserable than you already were," he sighed, "if you need to go home, I'll understand."

"Oh, Yamcha," Bulma breathed in relief, "thank you for understanding."

"No problem," Yamcha replied, "but I want to ask you one question before you leave."

"What?" Bulma asked curiously.

"Do you really want to spend the rest of your life like this?" he asked quietly. "Always afraid of what he might think or what he might do? You have to live your life Bulma. You can't just stay and home and do nothing but wait around for a tiny scrap of his affection."

"I...I know you're right, Yamcha," Bulma said sadly, "But he's not as bad as he seems...you just don't know him like I do."

"Thank Kami for small favors," Yamcha said rolling his eyes, "Ok then, take off. I'll make up something to tell Krillin and Gohan...but remember what I said. Please don't let him ruin your life."

"I promise, Yamcha," Bulma said, flinging her arms around his neck, "Thank you so much...for everything."

She turned away and ran toward the stadium exit. Yamcha watched her go, feeling sadder than he ever had in his life.

"He'll destroy her," he mumbled, shaking his head.

Bulma entered the room as quietly as she could. The room was almost dark, except for that damn lamp, which seemed to stay on twenty-four hours a day. She silently closed the door, intending to go to the chair and rest for awhile. It was then that she saw Vegeta's dinner all over the floor. She mentally moaned and bent to begin cleaning up the mess.

"So," a deep voice said from the bed, "you finally decided to come back. Tell me, Woman," he said in a menacing tone, "where in the hell have you been?"

"You obviously already know the answer to that question," Bulma snapped, moving toward the bed, "or you wouldn't be asking."

Vegeta's eyes narrowed to slits as he watched her come closer. When she finally stood beside the bed, he reached up and grabbed her arm, pulling her roughly down on top of him.

"You slut," he snarled, "I can smell him on you."

Bulma struggled to free herself, "It's not like that, Vegeta...please...you're hurting me," she pleaded.

Vegeta loosened his hold, but did not allow her to get up, "Then tell me, Woman," he whispered in her ear, "how is it?"

"We went to a ball game," she said roughly, "I thought I'd be back before you woke up."

"Well," he said accusingly, "wouldn't that have been convenient for you?"

"It's not like that...and you know it," Bulma was sobbing now, "Why are you doing this?"

"Doing what?" Vegeta said angrily, "All I want from you is the truth."

Bulma stopped struggling. She buried her face in his chest and choked back her tears.

"Ok, I'll tell you the truth, you bastard!" she sobbed, "I didn't want to go in the first place, but I let them talk me into it. I was miserable the whole time because all I could think about was you. I don't want Yamcha or any other man for that matter. I'm in love with you, you jerk...so would it kill you to stop being such an asshole for FIVE FUCKING SECONDS?!?!"

Vegeta laughed in spite of himself. She was cursing him and declaring her love for him at the same time.

"DON'T YOU DARE LAUGH AT ME, YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH!!!" she screamed in his face.

Her outburst only caused Vegeta to laugh louder. Bulma managed to free her right hand and she used it to pummel his chest with all of her strength. Vegeta winced and flipped his body, trapping her beneath him. He grabbed both of her hands and held them prisoner above her head with one of his. He used his free hand to cup her face, forcing her eyes up to meet his.

"You say you love me, then you try to beat the shit out of me?" he asked in an amused tone.

Bulma refused to answer...she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction.

"Nothing to say?" Vegeta asked in mock surprise, "well, well, call in the press...Bulma Briefs is silent for the first time since she said her first word."

Bulma turned bright red, but still refused to respond.

"Well, then...if you won't talk, I guess I'll have to find some other activity for your mouth," he said just before his lips claimed hers.

Bulma was taken completely by surprise. She opened her mouth to yell at him, but he took it as an invitation to his tongue. He slid his free hand down her side and clutched her hip, bringing her as close to his body as he could.

Bulma sighed and gave in. She returned his kiss with all of the passion and frustration she had been struggling with for weeks. The world was spinning away, and Bulma had no intention of trying to bring it back. Vegeta, sensing her submission released her hands and she used them to tangle in his unruly hair. Vegeta settled more fully on top of her and she raised her legs to wrap them around his waist. Vegeta moaned and slipped his free hand between their bodies to tease her breast. Bulma jerked with pleasure, grinding her hips beneath his. He was incredibly hard...and incredibly big. Bulma could feel his erection through their clothes. She brought one her hands down to fondle his rear end. She slipped one of her hands into the back of his underwear and felt him jerk with pleasure. She smiled against his mouth and slipped her hand around to circle his throbbing manhood. Vegeta gasped with pleasure and surprise as she gave him the best hand job he had ever had in his life. He couldn't believe what she was doing. Always before, he had been the aggressor and she had just laid back and let him have his way...but this time she was taking charge. He rolled off of her and lay flat on his back, giving her better access. Bulma grinned and crawled on top of him. Her hand continued its stroking motions. Vegeta was growling, but for once it wasn't in anger. Bulma's grin widened as she bent her head and licked one of his nipples. Vegeta's entire body jerked. He opened his eyes and fixed them on Bulma's face. Her hair was tangled and her lips were swollen. Her eyes had narrowed to slits as she concentrated fully on her task. Vegeta had never seen her look any sexier. He sighed and closed his eyes, focusing all of his attention on the feeling she was giving him with her hands. He knew he was close to coming. He hadn't been with a woman since he had moved in at Capsule Corp. and now that he finally was getting some action, he knew he couldn't hold out long.

Bulma leaned back and watched Vegeta's expressions. It was clear that he was enjoying himself...and in a strange way, so was she. She used to give Yamcha quick hand jobs to keep from having to have sex with him, but she never enjoyed them. Somehow, as she jacked Vegeta off, she felt pleasure building inside of her. She suddenly got the urge to take him in her mouth. She didn't stop to think about it, she just did it.

Vegeta screamed with pleasure as he felt her lips circle around him. His hips jerked off the bed and he bucked wildly against her head. Bulma smiled and increased her sucking pressure. Vegeta tangled his hands in her hair and pushed her down even harder on top of him. Bulma licked and sucked as hard and as deep as she could. She brought one of her hands down between her legs and flicked her clit back and forth, trying to relieve some of the tension building within her. Suddenly, Vegeta came in a gush inside of her mouth. He shuddered with pleasure and sucked in a deep breath as he watched Bulma lick his come off her mouth. He looked down and saw her fingering herself and almost went mad. In a flash, he lifted her up above his mouth. "Your turn," he said in a low voice, just before he dropped her down onto his face and ate her out with abandon.

Bulma gasped and grabbed onto the headboard, scared that she would fall over. The feeling that Vegeta was giving her was incredible. She bucked uncontrollably against his face as his tongue ran back and forth across her clit, then dived into her opening. She was screaming his name as she came. He licked her juices up and moaned with content. Then he gently lifted her up off of him and laid her down beside of him, wrapping her in his arms.

Bulma buried her face in his chest, "Wow," she said in awe, "I've never felt that good in my life."

Vegeta chuckled and kissed her gently, "That is just a small sample, Woman," he growled, "just wait until I am completely healed."

"Oh, Kami," Bulma moaned, "if it gets any better, it might kill me."

"It won't kill you," Vegeta whispered, "but it is going to get better...so prepare yourself."

"I'll try," Bulma sighed.

They were both exhausted. Bulma was almost asleep when Vegeta's voice made her eyes snap open.

"Woman," he said in a sleepy voice, "you belong to me now. Stay away from that idiot weakling."

Bulma smiled, "Ok," she whispered and snuggled even closer to him. They were both smiling as they drifted off to sleep.

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