Sick Vegeta, Nurse Bulma - Written by Vegeta-Saiyajin-no-ouji
“Woman. Take this crap and make my dinner.”
Bulma sighed and bent down to get the food from his foot. Once she collected the items, Bulma looked up so she could see where she was going, only to realize that Vegeta’s groin was mere inches from her face. There was a bright red blush spreading from one cheek to the other on her face at the relization of the position they were in. “So you’ve finally remembered your place eh, woman?” Vegeta questioned, having more than one meaning to it. A smirk appeared on his face indicating that there was another meaning. Bulma’s face grew redder and she stood up quickly to put the items on the nearest bench. Then turning around not looking Vegeta in the eye, she grabbed the rest of the food off him and started to prepare it. ‘Hehe. Soon woman. Soon you will be mine.’ “S-So V-vegeta. What do y-you want in your sandwiches?” Bulma stuttered. “Hmmm….I don’t know. Maybe I’m not in the mood for sandwiches woman.”
Bulma spun around quickly. “WHAT!!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOUR NOT IN THE MOOD?! I SPENT ALL DAY SHOPPING AND THIS IS HOW YOU’RE REPAYING ME?! AND FOR THE LAST TIME, MY NAME IS ---MMMPH!!!! Bulma was pushed against the counter by Vegeta as he passionatly kissed her. She was surprised at first and didn’t respond but after few seconds all she knew is that she never felt like this with Yamcha. She slowly begean to respond to his advances and wrapped her arms around his thick neck and wove her fingers into his hair. Vegeta deepened the kiss. (A/N:if that’s even possible! ^_^) All of a sudden he pulled away. Bulma was confused and still reeling from the intensity of it. “Vegeta……”
“Heh. Told you I was in the mood for something different. Didn’t I woman?” With that done he promptly exited the room, although not with his usual grace. He walked with his shoulders slumped and his gait was not as fast. Bulma touched her trembling fingers to her lips. ‘Wow. What’s gotten into him? I saw his eyes they were all blood shot, and his eyes had dark circles under them. He hasn’t been overworking himself in his training, so what could it be……?” Bulma’s thought trailed off.
She never saw him for the rest of the day.
Her flashback scene slowly began to fade………………………
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Bulma sat up on her bed. ‘What could be wrong? He probably just hasn’t had enough sleep lately. Yeah. That’s what it is. No sleep.’ She reassured herself. With that Bulma snuggled down into her fluffy pillows and warm blankets. Ready for a peaceful nights sleep. But that’s the excact opposite of what the night had to offer.
10 minutes later Bulma was on the verge of drifting off into a peaceful dreamworld, when she heard a soft whimper. She bolted upright in her bed. “What the…” There it was again. It sounded like it was coming from the room next to her. ‘But wait….that room is Vegeta’s…..’ With this thought in mind and seeing him as he was earlier, Bulma wasn’t taking any chances. She threw off her coves and slipped he feet into her moccassins then proceeded to walk to his room. By the time she got half of the way to his door the soft whimpers had turned into loud, seemingly pained moans. This spurred her on and she began to jog.
Once she reached his door she banged loudly on it. “VEGETA OPEN UP!! ARE YOU OKAY?!” She waited a few moments. No reply. With this, Bulma opened the door slowly and peeked in. What she saw shocked her and she threw the door open the rest of the way. “Oh my god….Vegeta!!!” There was Vegeta curled up in the fetal position with his arms clutching his stomach, looking deathly pale with his eyes clenched tightly together, completely covered in a thin sheen of sweat………
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