-PART FIVE-

 

Bulma shot up in the bed, wondering where the loud noise was coming from.  She looked at her phone.  It was ringing off the hook.  Grabbing the phone and falling back into the bed she answered it.

 

"Hello?"  She said groggily.  "Diane! What's up?"  Diane was her personal secretary at the corporation. 

 

"Miss Briefs, I'm sorry to be calling you at your residence."  Diane nervously said. 

 

"What's the matter?"

 

"Well, I've been calling all day for you, I just wanted to know if you were coming in today."

 

Calling all day?  Work?  Bulma thought to herself.  Bulma glanced over at the alarm clock.  4:36 PM.  Had she been asleep that long? 

 

"Well, I really don't think I'll be in Diane--" Bulma started to tell Diane until she felt a stirring around in her bed.  She froze for a moment, not knowing what it could be.  She looked over and saw a sleeping Vegeta, with his back turned to her.  "--I'm sick today.  Just cancel my appointments for today and reschedule them.  I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

 

"Yes Miss Briefs."  Bulma hung up.  She sat there for a moment, a bit shocked that he was still there.  But why did she-- did they sleep so long?  She started to recollect the night's events.  It was done, and done very well.  At least three more times before the sun rose.  She started to smile at remembering how wonderful and tender Vegeta was.  He was nothing that she expected at all.  One thing did puzzle her; Vegeta gave her impression the other day that he was a virgin.  But he was quite capable last night . . . she couldn't figure it out.

 

Bulma moved closer to Vegeta.  She stared at his muscular back.  She lightly placed her hand on his back letting the balls of her fingertips run across it.  She noticed he had tiny freckles on his back and shoulders.  Fascinating, she thought.  She drew her lips close to his back and kissed it. 

 

"Haven't you had enough, woman?"  Vegeta finally said.  He was probably awake all the time.  Bulma giggled and pressed her body against his, throwing her hand over him to touch his face. 

 

"Quite enough, thank you," Bulma said.  Vegeta turned over and faced her.  "Well, good afternoon."  It almost sounded like she sung the words. 

 

"It's afternoon?"  Vegeta surprisingly said, stretching and yawning. 

 

"Yep, it is.  I guess time files when you're having fun." 

 

There was a long pause. Bulma was pressed against Vegeta, her arms around his neck, and she was almost purring like a kitten.  It became a rather awkward moment for the Saiyan Prince; he couldn't curse her out or humiliate her anymore, everything had changed.  Instead he looked at her, observing her total and complete submissiveness like he had tamed a wild beast. 

 

"So . . . how did you like it?"  Bulma whispered. 

 

"Like what?"  Vegeta said annoyingly.

 

"Well . . . last night.  What we did."

 

"Like what you and Yamcha did."

 

"Don't ruin the moment Vegeta," Snapped Bulma.  But she quickly smiled and brought her face close to his.  "And besides, what we did was a whole lot better than what me and Yamcha did."  She kissed him.  This comment lit Vegeta's face up and he put on his evil smirk as he kissed Bulma back.  She broke the kiss and looked at him.  "Well?"  Bulma said.

 

"Well what woman?"

 

"About last night . . ."

 

"Must you go on and on with these questions--"

 

"Just tell me Vegeta!"

 

He hesitated for a moment, biting his lip.  He was not good at this expression of emotions, but the way she was looking up at him with those beautiful blue eyes, he had to tell her something. 

 

"I-It was . . . It was a good experience."  He finally replied.  Bulma was astonished.  She knew he was struggling to find the right words, and she was pleased that he even gave her an answer.

 

"Do you want to know how I liked it?"  Bulma asked.

 

"I already know that," Vegeta bragged.  "I'm sure you woke up the neighborhood with your hollering."  He laughed. 

 

"I wasn't hollering!  It was the best I ever had in my entire life, I couldn't help but express myself."  Vegeta's smirk formed into a smile hearing this and he gave her a kiss. 

 

"Well," Vegeta sighed.  "It was the same for me also." 

 

"But I have another question." 

 

"No!  No more of this sentimental drivel!"  Vegeta said sitting up. 

 

"I just want to know was this your first time . . . with a woman."  Vegeta scoffed at this notion. 

 

"You're the only human I've ever been with, woman."

 

"But what I'm asking is have you done this before, with anyone."  Vegeta gets out of the bed, totally annoyed by this line of questioning. 

 

"Why do you ask woman?  Why do you need to know?"

 

"Because the other day, in the kitchen, you made it seem like you had no knowledge of sex--"

 

"What's 'sex'?"  Vegeta interrupted.  Bulma was stumped.  She laughed out loud for a moment, but quickly regained her composure after she saw that he was serious with his question. 

 

"It's the same as making love, remember me saying that the other day?"  Bulma motioned her head to one side, wondering if Vegeta understood.  He stood there, completely naked with his arms crossed tightly at his chest, looking somewhat confused.  He looked absolutely gorgeous like that, Bulma thought.

 

"So . . . there are different meanings for this act?"  Vegeta asked.

 

"Yes." 

 

"Well, what's the difference? "

 

"Let's see, you make love to someone you care for or love, and you have sex with someone you don't want any commitments or bonds to; do you understand?"  Vegeta paused for a moment, his eyes at the ceiling.

 

"So which one did you we do?" He asked.  A very good question, indeed.  Why did he leave it up for me to answer this?  She thought.

 

"We . . . well I hope we made love," Bulma replied.  There was a dead silence.  "What do you think?"  She couldn't believe they were having this discussion now.  Vegeta stood there in silence, and then finally sat down on the edge of the bed. 

 

"I think I have to think about that one," He finally said.  "You humans try to confuse me with your silly meanings."  Bulma was relieved somewhat to know he did not answer it at all.  At least, for now.

 

"When I was younger . . ." Vegeta began, not sure if he wanted to divulge this to Bulma.  "I did something similar to what we did, with someone."

 

"Similar?"  Bulma said moving closer to him.  "How's it done?"  Vegeta turned and looked at her, a smirk on his face.

 

"I thought you'd had enough."

 

"I have . . . but I'm curious to know how you did this 'similar thing'."  Bulma smiled.  He unfolded his arms and faced her.

 

"It's not easy," He said looking seriously.  "The main thing to this is that you have to trust me and not be afraid of what I may do." 

 

"I trust you," Bulma eagerly said, moving even closer to him.  "Please, show me."  Vegeta rolled his eyes and nodded, knowing she would beg him until he did show her.

 

"Okay then.  Give me your hand," Vegeta ordered.  Bulma nervously extended her arm to him, and he took her hand and opened it palms up.  "And close your eyes, and no matter what, don't squirm or jump when I touch you." 

 

"Alright."  Bulma whispered, closing her eyes.  She had no idea what was about to happen. What if he cuts my wrist, or bite off my fingers?  She thought.  Her heart was beating wildly. 

 

Vegeta extended his index finger, and slowly placed it in the middle of her palm.  At the point of contact, the instant his finger touched her she felt and surge of energy shoot from his finger.  She almost jumped when it happened but she remembers that she must remain still.  The energy moved through her hand and it flowed through her arm, and then in a matter of seconds it was all over her body.  She let out a shuddering gasp, and with her eyes closed it felt as if she was whirling.  The feeling of the energy soon started to feel like she felt the night before; the way she felt when she was in the throws of passion with Vegeta inside her.  Her skin was on fire and chills were running up and down her spine.  Bulma started moaning with pleasure and just about as she was about to drift into ecstasy, Vegeta removed his finger, and in an instant the energy and the sensations were gone.  Bulma's eyes flew open, and she let out a loud gasp, not believing that he did this.  He was looking at her contently, like he had accomplished something great.  His smile was wide and mocking. 

 

"W-why did you stop?"  Bulma heavily breathed.  "I was so close!" 

 

"I know you were, that's why I stopped," Vegeta said standing up. "You were making too much noise, woman." 

 

She threw herself back on the bed in frustration.  "Ugh!  I could kill you Vegeta!"  She exclaimed.  She looked up and his face was near hers.

 

"Anyway, I like the way we did it last night," Vegeta said with his tone sounding seductive.  He kissed her neck.  "Don't you agree?"

 

"Oh, yes," Bulma said kissing him on the lips, pulling him back into bed.  "And now since you've got me started… "

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Vegeta woke and stretched.  Bulma was snuggled tight against his chest.  This had been an interesting 24 hours for him, and not once did he think of his training. 

 

He gazed upon her face.  She was sleeping so soundly and it looked like she smiled.  He brushed the hair away from her forehead and she shifted around a little bit, only moving closer to him.  He could not explain why this woman moved him so; she stirred unexplainable emotions in him.  He found himself for once, thinking about someone other than himself.

 

The phone rang.  Vegeta knew it wasn't for him, so he gave Bulma a slight nudge to let her know the phone was ringing.  She awoke and wearily picked up the phone. 

 

"Hello?"  Bulma said with much annoyance. 

 

"Hey Babe!"  Yamcha said happily.  Bulma sat up in the bed mortified.  Vegeta looked up at her. 

 

"Yamcha," Bulma nervously spoke.  Vegeta turned over in resentment that he called.  "How are you?" 

 

"Where have you been? I tried reaching you at work today, but they said you weren't coming in." 

 

" I've been in bed all day," She glanced over at Vegeta. " I've been sick."  Vegeta sucked his teeth in ambivalence.  At least she didn't lie about being in bed all day, Vegeta thought. 

 

"Well, I'm coming over." 

 

"NO!"  Bulma said excitedly.  She calmed her voice.  "I'm a lot better now, it probably was some 24-hour bug or something I ate last night.  I don't need you over here, okay?" 

 

"But Bulma--"

 

"Forget about it Yamcha.  Give me a call tomorrow at work, okay?"

 

"Well, alright.  Talk to later babe.  Love you."  She was really hesitant to reply back to him, with Vegeta in the room.

 

"Uh-huh.  Bye."  She hung up quickly.  She sat there ringing her hands, trying to think of something to say.  In all that transpired, she totally forgot about Yamcha.  Vegeta had his back turned to her and he was quiet, she knew he wasn't asleep. 

 

"Vegeta . . ." Bulma spoke.  Vegeta immediately jumped out of the bed.  "Where are you going?"  He said nothing; he was looking on the floor for his boxers.  After finding them and putting them on, he turned around and glared at her. 

 

"Where do you think?  Down to the gravity room to train a while."  His loving, gentle tone had disappeared, and he sounded like the old Vegeta, pissed with the world.  "I think I've wasted enough of my time on you."

 

"Wasted your time?"  Bulma fumed.  "Are you calling me a waste of your time?"

 

He started to walk out of the bedroom when she blocked his path.  She looked in him.  His expression was angry and his lips were tight with a sour frown.  "Is this about that call?"  She demanded.

 

"It's fine if you want to lie to your company about not coming in," Vegeta growled, trying not to yell.   " But to lie to that imbecile of a boyfriend, referring me as some '24-hour illness or something bad you ate that you got over'--"

 

"What did you want me to say?"  Bulma hollered.  "That I didn't come to work today because you were busy screwing my brains out?" 

 

"I did nothing to your brains!"  Vegeta yelled back.  Definitely he isn't familiar with earth's clichés.  "Why don't you call your idiot boyfriend back and invite him over for seconds?"  Vegeta frankly blurted.  This shocked Bulma so much that she slapped him across his face.  After she did it, she gasped and covered her mouth with fear, realizing what she did.  He stood there, totally stunned at her outburst.  His eyes were red with fury and his hands shook.  Pushing her out of the way, he walked out the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.  Bulma stood there, shocked at her behavior.  She could have been easily killed by the Saiyan for doing that.  He couldn't understand that she wanted to tell Yamcha to his face about what happened.  Slowly she sank down to the floor, tears streaming down her face.  What had been their moment of paradise had turned into an absolute disaster.

 

 

 

 

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