Hello everyone! I'm glad you've come to see what happens in part two.  All I can say for this part is that THE PLOT THICKENS!  And please be warned:  There is some material in here that is steamy, so that's why the rating is the way it is.  The story ends with Vegeta in total confusion of his feelings for Bulma, and she's off with her beau Yamcha.  But soon...

 

-PART TWO-

 

Vegeta sat straight up in the bed.  He had been asleep for some time now, but something awakened him.  He looked at the clock on the dresser.  3:30 AM.  What in the blazes?  He sat quietly to see if he could hear anything.  All of a sudden he heard voices in the living room.  Loud, but muffled.  Enraged that he was woken by Bulma anyway, he got up to give her a piece of his mind.  He stopped at the door and listened.  There was another voice.  A male voice.  Yamcha.  Vegeta slowly opened the bedroom door, only wide enough were he could take a peek into the living room.  He saw Yamcha and Bulma on the couch, giggling out of control and talking.  Obviously drunk, Vegeta thought.  He was about to close the door when he saw Bulma stand up and straddle Yamcha and sit down in his lap.  Vegeta froze.  What is going on out there?

 

"Be quiet or you'll wake up Vegeta." Bulma whispered.

 

"Let him hear! Maybe he can hear how a real man makes love." Yamcha boasted in a laugh.

 

"Just be quiet or I won't let you," Bulma protested. "I have to be up really early in the morning.  So let's make this quick."

 

Yamcha nodded to her request, and they began to passionately kiss.  Yamcha put his fingers in her hair and Bulma hands were draped around his neck.  Yamcha started kissing her neck as he started to unbutton her blouse.  When he finally removed her blouse and bra, he began to nuzzle at her ripe breasts.  Vegeta stood there in total awe, his hands shaking with excitement.  He never thought he a voyeur type, but something could not make him turn away.  He wanted to see Bulma, her nakedness.

 

Yamcha hands were on her thighs, slowly moving up her short skirt that now was almost around Bulma's waist.  He let his hands work around to her hips and grabbed them.  Bulma, not anticipating this move because she was too busy kissing him, threw her had back in pleasure and let out a soft whimper.  By that time, Vegeta had seen enough.  He started to feel that dizzy, hot feeling all over again like when he was in Bulma's closet.  He quietly shut the door and crept back into bed.  This feeling was driving him crazy!  Lying in the bed, he tired closing his eyes and going back to sleep but the muffled moans and grunts that Bulma made kept him up.  He finally took a pillow and covered his head.

 

"Damn you woman!" Vegeta whispered.  He shut his eyes tight and reluctantly went back to sleep.

 

 

Two weeks had passed since that night Vegeta spied on Bulma and Yamcha in the living room.  He decided to avoid Bulma at all costs.   But when he was in the gravity room training during the day, flashes of he with her blouse open, exposing her breasts and her moans entered Vegeta's mind.  It seemed that the more he stayed away, the more he thought of her. 

 

At the end of the day on one particular evening, Vegeta was walking out of the gravity room and turned to walk away when he ran dead into Bulma, causing both of them to hit the ground. 

 

"Watch where the hell you're going!" Vegeta roared.

 

"I was. Obviously you weren't!" Bulma said standing up.  There was a dead silence for a moment.  It was an awkward moment as they both just stared at each other, each not knowing what to say next.

 

"Look," Bulma started.  "I'm sorry, okay?"  Vegeta crossed his arms at his chest and gave his evil little smirk, like he knew she was going to apologize first anyhow.  It had been a while since he last seen her. And all the times he hadn't looked in her face then, he was a little joyed to see her face now.  As he began to speak, he studied the features of her face.

 

"Apology accepted." Vegeta said matter-of-factly.  Bulma sucked her teeth in disgust and started to walk away, but stopped. 

 

"Where have you been these days?" Questioned Bulma.

 

"I've been right here, all the time, " Vegeta said, stepping a little closer to her.  Sensing that he was definitely violating her personal space, Bulma stepped back a little, but stood her ground.  "Why do you care, woman?"

 

"Well," Bulma said brushing her hair away from her eyes.  "I'll be fixing dinner tonight, that is if you're finished training today and all."  She couldn't believe she was inviting him for dinner. All these months he'd stayed at her place she never fixed him anything before.

 

"I'm done for today."

 

"Good, then I'll get dinner ready."

 

As Bulma skipped off, she could feel her back grow warm with his stare.  He usually yelled and cursed her; but today, he was unusually pleasant and calm.  And the way he looked at her.  It was intimidating, but seductive. 

 

"Dinner for two or three?"  Vegeta asked.

 

"Huh?" Bulma stopped and turned around. 

 

"Will your weak boyfriend be joining us?"

 

"No . . . he won't be.  And his name is Yamcha.  Why do you ask?"

 

"I just wanted to know."

 

"Well," Bulma slowly walked back up to Vegeta, a smile on her lips.  "It's kind of you to think of my 'weak boyfriend', but I really don't think Yamcha is none of your business."

 

Vegeta was stunned and confused with this reply.  Bulma was certainly on the defensive.  Come back time.

 

"Well it is my business if I'm awakened by the both of you moaning on the couch!" Vegeta blurted.  As soon as he said it he wanted to take it back.  He couldn't believe that he avoided her for two weeks because of the incident, only to blurt it out the very moment he saw her.  The blood rushed from Bulma's face.  She couldn't believe what she was hearing. 

 

"What!  Did you . . . see this?"  Bulma asked with a dry throat.

 

"N-No.  I did not," Vegeta said sharply.  He knew he had embarrassed her with this news.  And even though he sometimes lived to humiliate her, somehow he didn't want to do it with what he saw.  " I said I heard it, woman."  Bulma's cheeks turned red with embarrassment.  Her mouth was dropped open.  She was totally at a lost for words. 

 

"I'd better leave now."  She said blankly, turning around and walking away.  Vegeta wanted to apologize for what he said, but he felt too embarrassed of her embarrassment.  I guess dinner is out of the question now, Vegeta thought to himself.  He walked up the hallway and went outside into the night air.  As the night winds blew across his face, Vegeta searched for the reasons why he felt so torn about saying what he said to Bulma.  Was he becoming soft, like Kakarott?  Something was affecting him deeply, but he could not figure out why.  Sitting under a tree, Vegeta crossed his arms and closed his eyes.  He had insulted her on numerous occasions, and they fought all the time.  But this time it was quite different.  Visions of Bulma were in his mind again, her smile, her soft, silky undergarments, the way she threw her head back as Yamcha grabbed her . . .

 

"I will not let this happen!"  Vegeta quietly said clenching his fits.  "She is just some lowly earth woman, she is nothing to me."  He looked up at the apartment window.  All the lights were out.  It was only 8:30 PM; and she was already in bed?  Perfect opportunity to go up and get a bath and get some sleep in peace, Vegeta thought to himself.  He stood and walked inside.

 

 

 

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