Hey everyone!  I hope you like what you're reading so far.  This part is the "moment of truth", so to speak.  I must warn you (based on the rating, I had no choice) that there is that naughty little thing going on in this part of the story.  But I tried to clean it up, but hey, how else do you describe it?  I didn't leave my disclaimer in the last two installments, so here it is: DISCLIAMER:  All characters are property of FUNimation (choke) and the master Akria Toriyama. 

 

-PART FOUR-

 

Chichi's hands slowly ran across her swollen belly.  Bulma sat there watching her, thinking how lucky she was to have such a good husband and child, and now another one on the way.

 

"The doctor said it's a boy," Chichi sighed.  "I'm going to be outnumbered in this household!" 

 

"Where's Goku anyway?"  Asked Bulma taking a sip of her iced tea.

 

"He's out with that Krillin again," Chichi said gritting her teeth.  "He spends more time with his friends than with me."  Chichi looked at Bulma.  She was staring out of the window like she was in another world.  "Something the matter, Bulma?"

 

"N-no," Bulma quickly stated, ringing her hands.  "I just thought I'd come by and see you today after work, that's all."

 

"Right," Chichi laughed.  "There's something up, I can tell by just looking at you."

 

Bulma had known Chichi for several years.  Even though they had an up and down friendship, Bulma could always rely on Chichi if she needed advise or if she needed someone to talk to. 

 

"Well . . . I do have this problem."  Bulma started.  Chichi leaned forward and gave Bulma her undivided attention.  "This morning, Vegeta . . . he kissed me."

 

"WHAT!"  Chichi exclaimed.  "Is he insane?"

 

Bulma stood.  "Well, no . . . he kissed me first, and then I kissed him second, I guess."

 

"Why did he do it?"

 

"I'm not sure why, but when it happened, whew!  I was totally swept off my feet!"  Bulma looked at Chichi.  She had the combined look of shock and disgust on her face.  Bulma continued.  "And right now, I'm scared of going home."

 

"Why?" Asked Chichi.

 

"Because he'll be there . . . and I don't think I can trust myself around him now.  If I go home, something's bound to happen!"

 

"Bulma," Chichi stood and grabbed her friend's hand.  "What about Yamcha?  What do you think he has to say about all this?  Do you think this is fair to him?"

 

"Yamcha has NEVER been faithful to me," Bulma replied with contempt in her voice.  "I have been with him for so long, and he's ran around on me so much and like a big dummy I take him back!"

 

"So you're going to sleep with Vegeta to get back at Yamcha."

 

"It's not about that . . . Vegeta, well he's a self-centered, insulting brute.  But sometimes he can be quite . . . charming.  And when we kissed, something was there.  I felt it."

 

Chichi sat down.  She felt sick to her stomach hearing all this.  This was the same man that almost killed her husband and son.

 

"You've got to believe me," Bulma said kneeling down to Chichi.  "He has changed.  He's changed more than you know.  You have every right to hate him for what he did but you must believe me when I tell you he's a different person!"

 

"So what do you from me?"  Chichi sighed heavily.  "My blessing to go screw him?"

 

"No, I just want to know that no matter what happens, that you'll be there for me." 

 

Chichi looked at Bulma as she put her head down.  She knew she was crying. 

 

"Bulma," Chichi said touching her shoulder.  Bulma looked up at her, her eyes overflowing with tears.

 

"I'll be here for you no matter what you decide.  You do what makes Bulma happy.  I just want you to be careful, okay? "  Bulma gave Chichi a big hug.  She stood up, wiped her face and let out a sigh. 

 

"I know I look horrible.  I feel so confused."  Bulma said with uncertainty. 

 

"I've never seen you so worked up about someone before, not even over Yamcha," Chichi said.  " And you look fine.  Now you'd better go home now.  But do me a favor, okay?"

 

"What's that?"

 

"Don't jump into things tonight.  You're really mixed up about this, and without a clear head you could rush things if you know, something happened."

 

Bulma shook her head in agreement.  "You're right.  Thanks so much."  She gave Chichi another hug. 

 

"What are friends for?"  Chichi calmly said.  Bulma walked to the door and turned around and looked at Chichi, smiled and left.

 

"They're going to do it anyway."  Chichi chuckled to herself.

 

Vegeta lay across the couch, staring at the front door with his hands on top of his head.  He glanced over at the clock on the fireplace.  7:30 PM.  Where and the blazes could she be?  He thought.  He couldn't train much today on account on what happened that morning.  Vegeta ran his fingers across his lips.  They were still hot from Bulma's kisses.  He laid his head back and visualized them both kissing, his hands on her body, her tongue deep inside his mouth . . .

 

He tried pushing the thought out his mind by getting up and walking over to the patio window.  He looked down at the driveway.  No sign of Bulma's car. 

 

Why am I sitting here, waiting for her?  Vegeta asked himself.  "Vegeta waits for no one," He said unfolding his pallet from up under the couch.  "If the woman wants me, then I'll be right here."  He laid down on his pallet, covered himself up and turned over.  It was very hard for the Saiyan Prince to admit hat he wanted her to come home quickly.  But he decided that wasn't going to let her know it.  With his mind stirring, Vegeta slowly fell asleep.

 

Bulma slowly approached the apartment door.  She stopped and paused for a moment.

 

"If I can make it to my room . . . then we can talk about it in the morning."  She tried telling herself.  Her heart was wildly pounding as she slowly opened the door.  All was quiet.  Bulma felt as if she was walking into an ambush.  She crept in taking tiptoe steps because of her high heels.  She was about to walk to her bedroom when she noticed Vegeta asleep on the living room floor.   Something deep within her wanted to see the Saiyans' expressions while he slept.  Knowing she shouldn't; she slowly walked over to where Vegeta laid.  The covers were halfway off him now, and he still laid on his side.  She looked at his face- and she noticed that he slept so peacefully that he looked like an angel.  Her eyes roamed over his sleeping body, his strong arms, his chest that moved up and down . . . this one good looking guy, Bulma thought to herself.  She knelt down closer to Vegeta's face.  She had promised herself that she wouldn't so this; but she couldn't resist.  Extending her left hand, she slowly but carefully touched Vegeta's face.  Surprisingly his face felt smooth, and warm.  She studied the features on his face.  So strong . . . so serious . . . he was almost god-like.  Bulma extended her hand out again to touch his face, when all of a sudden Vegeta's eyes flew open and he grabbed Bulma's arm.  She screamed.  Still disoriented from being awakened, Vegeta grabbed her other arm tightly.

 

"Vegeta!" Bulma wailed.  "It's me!"

 

When he finally came to his senses and realized who it was, he loosened his grip, but did not let go.

 

"Woman!" Vegeta hissed.  "What in the world were you doing?"

 

 

"I-I . . ." Bulma started to explain her actions, but then Vegeta raised her left hand to his mouth and started to softly kiss her fingers.  She watched as he kissed each finger with such care.  Then he started kissing her hand, her wrist, and her forearm . . .  "We can't do this."  She breathed heavily.

 

"Then tell me to stop," Vegeta said pulling her close to him.  "And I'll leave you alone."  There was a hunger in Vegeta's eyes that Bulma never seen not even in Yamcha's.  His face drew close to hers.   Her mouth opened to speak, but no words came out of it.  He knew she didn't want him to stop.  Finally Vegeta lightly brushed his lips against hers.  She could feel his hot breath on her skin.  And to her amazement, Vegeta's heart was beating just as wildly as hers was!  Bulma leaned forward to kiss him, and Vegeta let go of her arms and ran his hands into her hair.  She wrapped her arms around his waist, and they slowly moved up his back.  Finding the hairpin in her hair, Vegeta took it out, letting her blue hair cascade down her back. 

 

"Beautiful . . . woman," Vegeta whispered.  "You feel so good…against me…."

 

Vegeta rose, picked up Bulma and carried her to her bedroom.  Yamcha never carried her off like this.  She laid her head on his shoulder as they walked inside.  He carefully laid her across the bed.  Bulma used her elbows to push herself up and started to say something when Vegeta put his finger across her lips.

 

"Hush woman, you just lie back."

 

Obeying, she laid back.  Vegeta took off her shoes, slowly running his hands up her claves.  His touch was gentle and alluring.  After that he started removing her clothes.  He took his time as he did it; they had all night to themselves.

 

Bulma laid there watching her new lover peel off her clothing.  She was amazed that for someone who had never had sex, he was doing a pretty good job so far.  She looked at his face.  He seemed so serious, but yet so careful at his task.

 

When he finally removed everything, he looked at her body overwhelmingly.  He never realized that this creature that he has lived with for so long was so beautiful.  Her skin felt so milky and smooth, it was something he had never felt before.  And she laid there, in all her vulnerably, wanting him, longing him.

 

Vegeta slowly brought his face down to hers, and they kissed.  He started kissing her eyelids, her cheeks, and her jaw line down to her neck.  He kissed down to her breasts.  He placed his hand on one, and lightly let his thumb brush across her nipple.  He felt her back arch up, wanted more.  He lowered his head down to her breast and he flicked his tongue across her nipple, and then encircled it.  Bulma squirmed and let out a soft moan.  When his ears heard this appealing noise, he continued on with the next breast.  He ran his tongue down between her breasts and then started to give her little angel kisses on her belly.  Bulma was breathing hard and moaning, running her fingers in his slick black hair.  He stopped and started to pull down his boxers.  Bulma raised her head to see this event; she wanted to see him in all his glory.  After removing them, he climbed on top of her.  It was dark in the room; the only light came from the full moon in the night sky.  She was a little apprehensive about what was about to happen; because she had saw his size before and she didn't know if she could handle it.  He started kissing her passionately, and she could feel him tremble.  He's as nervous as I am, Bulma thought.  They both broke their kiss and looked at each other.  They knew the moment had come.  Bulma slowly opened her legs, letting Vegeta slide in between them.  He kept his eyes on her the whole time when he started to slowly penetrate her. 

 

"I promise, I won't hurt you."  Vegeta whispered with his voice shaking.  Bulma nodded and closed her eyes, bracing herself.  He lowered his head down on her shoulder, and with one slow thrust he entered her completely.  Bulma gasped when he did this, and he suddenly stopped, tensing up.

 

"I'm okay."  Bulma whispered, wrapping her arm around his neck, and softly kissing him on his ear.  His breath was hot on her shoulder, and the kiss on his ear made him shiver.  Vegeta started to move in and out of her cautiously.  He could not believe how warm and inviting she felt.  He looked up at her sweet face and ran his hand down the side of it slowly.  With each trust she let out a moan, each one louder than the next.  Sensing that this pleased her he gradually increased his tempo along with his ki.  He felt her legs wrap around him tightly, and her hips began to trust up to meet his.  For what went on for an eternity they entwined with each other until Bulma let out a whimpering cry of pleasure.  Vegeta felt his lover tremble under him and at that point he could no longer hold back his ki and he was soon too overcome with waves of pleasure that made him let out a loud, growling moan.  They both laid there, with their bodies relaxing slowly.  Vegeta's head was buried in Bulma's shoulder and he was still breathing heavily.  He looked up at Bulma and stared deeply into her eyes.  Never did he think that she could make him feel this way.  She started to smile warmly at him and gently stroked his face.  

 

"My Prince."  She said softly closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep. 

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*Be sure to find out in my next installment on what happens the morning after!  Thanks so much for reading! J

 

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