-PART SEVEN-

AUTHOR'S WARNING: Extreme lemon in this part…kids stay out! J -Gokusgirl

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The bellboy places the last of Bulma's suitcases in the suite as she plops into a chair.  She is exhausted from the 12-hour flight to New York.  Kicking off her shoes, she bent down to rub her feet when the young man walks up to her, hand extended out. 

 

"Will there be anything else, ma'am?"  The bellboy asked.

 

"No, thanks."  Bulma pulls out a five and placed it in the boys' hands.  He politely nods and leaves.  Bulma falls back into the chair and sighs.  She's been on business trips before; but this time she felt totally drained.  And the airline food was terrible!  They were halfway across England when she got sick from the pork roast dinner.  Slowly she stood and looked over her lavish suite.  It had her own office area, a living room with a fireplace, a king-size bed and bathroom even bigger than hers back at home.  She stepped out into the balcony and stared down at the restless city with its car horn blowing, trains clacking on its tracks, and sirens wailing.  Lights danced everywhere.  All of a sudden, Bulma felt dizzy and she grabbed the handrail tightly.  Stepping off the balcony and back into her suite, she started feeling ill and her mouth began to water.  She ran to the bathroom and brought up what was left of the pork roast dinner.  I am suing that airline for food poisoning, Bulma thought.  Considering she had quite a long day, she decided to turn in.  Too tired to take a shower, Bulma stripped her clothes off and laid back on her bed, curled up and quickly fell asleep.

 

Vegeta had been flying nonstop for several hours.  The only thing that kept him going was to see the woman that had set his heart and soul on fire.  He would stop form time to time, not eating or sleeping, only checking his map and concentrating on her ki so that it would put him in the right direction.  He was determined to get there, to New York City, to see her.  He really didn't know what he was going to say to Bulma when he saw her; she'd probably curse him and send him on his way the moment she saw him for showing up unannounced.  But it did not matter.

 

It was about 1 in the morning when Bulma awoke suddenly. She sat up and looked around the room, sensing that someone was watching her.  She started to lie back down, dismissing the idea as a figment of her imagination when she heard a peck at the glass doors to the balcony.

 

"Who's there?"  Bulma spoke without trying to express the fear in her voice.  There was no answer.  She slipped on her robe and crept out of the bed.  When she walked up to the balcony, she noticed through the curtains a silhouette of a figure standing there.  Terrified, she backed away, until she was at the nightstand.  She was about to pick up the phone until the figure spoke.

 

"Open this door woman!"

 

Bulma froze.  She felt her heart do a leap.  Could it be?  She ran up to the balcony curtains and threw them open.  And there stood a rain-drenched Vegeta.  She opened the doors.

 

"What are you doing here?  How on earth did you find me?"  Bulma questioned happily.  Vegeta said nothing; he walked in, causing her to back up.  She looked at his face.  He had dark circles under his eyes and he was pale.  He walked up to her, cupping her face with his hands.  They were cold and shaking.

 

"I would find you anywhere, woman."  Vegeta said pulling her close to him.  He started to kiss her until he collapsed on her. 

 

"Vegeta!" Bulma screamed.  He was heavy; but she managed to pull him over to the bed.  She laid her head on his chest, to make sure he had a heartbeat.  There was one.  She looked up at his face.  She knew he wasn't in any danger-he was in a deep sleep.

 

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Vegeta's eyes slowly opened, and he winced from the sun beaming in his face.  Slowly stretching, he thought to himself how good of a rest he had.  He then looked around the room noticing that nothing there was familiar.  He sat up.  His head spun a little.  He looked down at himself to find that he had no clothes on, just a sheet draped around him and he had a huge bandage on his right arm.

 

"Hello sleepyhead," Bulma said.  She was sitting in a chair beside the bed.  "It's about time you woke up, I was beginning to get worried!"

 

Vegeta sat there, awkwardly staring at her.  He crossed his arms and his chest, leaned his head against the headboard and put his eyes up at the ceiling. 

 

"How do you feel?"  Bulma asked.

 

"Rested," Vegeta replied.  "And hungry."  Bulma sucked her teeth, stood and walked over to the coffee table.  She returned with a tray with a mixed bowl of fruit, cereal, milk, toast and orange juice.

 

"Here," She said placing the tray on his lap.  "You can have my breakfast."

 

He obliged by consuming the food quickly. 

 

"How long have I been here?"  He asked mid-bite.

 

"If you're asking how long you slept," Bulma said sitting on edge of the bed.  "Two days."  Vegeta stopped eating and looked at her with surprise.  "You must have used all your energy flying all the way here."

 

"Humph," Vegeta replied as he continued to eat.  He looked up at her, and he noticed she was staring at him, like she expected him to say something else.  "Why do you stare, woman?  Don't you got something else to do but to look at me all day?"

 

"Well..." Bulma shrugged.  "I was wondering when you were going to explain to me why you're here, that's all."  Vegeta had finished, and he set the tray aside.  For a moment, his face softened as he gazed upon her; it had been so long since he last seen her.  He wanted to pull her close, to kiss her...but then he remembered that these feelings were signs of weakness, which is beneath the Saiyan.  His face returned back to being cold and sour.  He narrowed his eyes. 

 

"I came to tell you that your apology is accepted."

 

"WHAT?"

 

"The letter you wrote me.  You asked for my forgiveness for slapping me, and I'm here to give it you."  He smirked.  Bulma couldn't believe what she was hearing.  She stood up, hands on her hips.

 

"So you flew thousands of miles, injuring yourself and pushing yourself to exhaustion, all the way here, to tell me that you FORGIVE me for slapping you?"  Bulma said, with her voice shaking with fury.

 

"Yes."

 

"You are one arrogant bastard!"  Bulma hollered.  "After I have watched over you these couple of days, attended to your injuries-FED you, and you still have nothing good to say?"

 

"What do you want?  A medal?"

 

"No," Bulma said trying to hold back her tears.  "I want you for once, just once, to stop acting like nothing else in this world matters but you!" She put her face in her hands and she started to sob quietly.

 

"Humph," Vegeta said getting out of the bed, picking up his clothes thrown over the chair. "You and your constant sniveling!  Why did I even come here?"

 

"Why did you?"  Bulma said raising her head.  Her eyes were puffy and red.  "To take another dig at me?  To put more salt in my wounds?  Well, go ahead Vegeta!  You're an expert at that!"  He said nothing as he put his clothes on.  She looked at him in utter disbelief. "You're going to realize someday Vegeta," She said walking over to him.  "That I was the best thing that ever happened to you and you're going to regret it!"  

 

 

"Don't kid yourself," Vegeta said coldly.  "Your delusions are getting the best of you.  And the only thing I regret is falling into bed with you!"  Bulma's jaw dropped.  She watched him as he looked around the room.  "Where are my boots, woman?"

 

Enraged, Bulma picks up his boots and throws them, one by one at Vegeta.

 

"HERE'S YOUR GOD DAMNED BOOTS YOU SELFISH PIG!  NOW GET OUT!"  She screamed.  He said nothing as he put them on.  Bulma couldn't believe this was happening.  It was like some bad dream that she desperately wanted to wake from.  He turned around and looked at her for only a second before walking out to the balcony.

 

"I was ready to give it all up," Bulma sobbed.  Vegeta stopped, his back to her.  He could sense she was walking up to him.  "Yamcha, the respect of my friends and family-for you.  But you've made it pretty clear on how you feel about me.  Why would I think you had the capability to feel anything about me?  When we slept together that night-I felt something happening between us...I guess it was more me than you.  But even as you insult me now, I know I love you Vegeta.  And nothing can change that, and I thought that maybe you came all the way here to tell me that too...but that's what I get for expecting anything out of you.  So go, don't torture me with your presence, just go!"  Bulma ran back inside and threw herself across the bed crying.  She grabbed the pillows around her as she cried, and she could smell Vegeta's scent on the sheets.  Suddenly she felt the bed sink as if someone sat down on it.  She raised her head.  Vegeta was sitting next to her, and the expressions on his face had changed somewhat. 

 

"I don't know why I'm here," Vegeta spoke, the words sounding like they choked his throat as he said them.  "But I knew if I didn't get to see you, my heart would stop beating."  The words surprised Bulma, but she remained quiet and still, wondering if he would say more.  "Damn you woman, for making me...feel.  I have been many places, I have met many beings, but I have never met anyone who could make me feel this way..." His words trailed off.  He looked at her.  He tired to frown, but it wouldn't work.  "Maybe I'm here to tell you that I shouldn't have hurt your feelings that day, maybe I'm here to tell you that I missed you. All I know is that the past few weeks I have walked around feeling like something within me was missing, and now I'm here with you, and everything seems...complete."   Bulma sat up, wiping the tears from her face. 

 

"Vegeta..." Bulma said, touching his shoulder.

 

"I don't know why I hurt you, but I do.  You'll have to bear with me woman, with all of this," Vegeta said, lightly grabbing her hand from his shoulder and holding it.  "And stop your crying!" 

 

Bulma moved closer to him, and he looked at her.  He placed his hand on her face, slowly caressing it, wiping the remaining tears off her tear-streaked face.  He brought his lips to meet hers.  He gently brushed his lips against hers, feeling her breath on his skin, savoring its proximity.  Her lips were trembling.  She finally leaned forward and they kissed intensely.  She broke the kiss and stood in front of him, slowly taking a step back.  She untied her robe, opening it to reveal to him that she had nothing beneath it.  She let the robe slide off her shoulders and it fell down around her feet on the floor.  Vegeta let out a pleasing sigh and extended his hands out for her, aching for her touch.  She walked back up to him closely, and he was at eye level with her breasts. He put his arms around her small frame as he drew her body close to him, kissing her stomach up to her breasts. His hands wandered down to her hips and he grabbed them lightly.  Bulma was quivering with his touch, and her breathing was short and labored.  She had wanted him so badly; she missed his touch so much that his kisses were setting her skin ablaze.  His lips felt so soft and cool on her hot skin and she felt her legs give from the excitement.  Vegeta stood, grabbing her up and laying her across the bed.  She watched as he removed his clothes and joined her.  They continued to kiss, and they rolled over on the bed until Bulma was on top of him.  She looked down at him, smiling, finally having the advantage of superiority at the moment.  She leaned down to kiss his chest, to nibble on his nipples, to kiss his neck up to his lips.  Her hair covered both of them, and he loved it.  Vegeta tongue explored deep within Bulma's mouth and then he started biting on her neck and shoulders.  She ran her fingers tightly in his hair while he sucked on her flesh, leaving a trail of red marks as he went.  He could hear her soft moans, which was music to his ears.  His hands roamed over her body until he found her hips, and grabbing them tightly Bulma let out a surprising gasp.  He maneuvered himself until he could feel the invigorating warmth between her legs.  He lifted his hips up to meet hers and he entered her in one huge motion.  With that, Bulma rose up and threw her head back, gasping in pleasure.  He felt hot and throbbing inside her; and she was surprised she could accommodate him in this position.  Looking down at him, she started to move her body up and down on him.  The feelings she encountered were beyond her imagination; this is all she yearned for, the only thing that could quench this hunger, this need.  She had her hands on his chest, and she could feel his heart racing.  Vegeta hands were on her waist, and when she could not move herself anymore due to an oncoming orgasm, he would quickly take over, grasping her waist tightly and lifting her up and down until she could regain control again.  With every wave of pleasure she felt herself contract around him, plunging him deeper and deeper within her.  She looked down at Vegeta, and she could tell he was enjoying it as much as she was.  The veins in his forehead and neck were quite visible; his eyes tended to roll back in his head, and with every motion they made he let out a groan.  She liked having this kind of control over him; and she would speed up her movements to hear him, and then slow down to savor the moment.  One of his hands touched her face, and he ran his fingers across her lips.  She flicked her tongue out to inspect on of its digits; which was the index finger.  He slowly started to slide his finger into her mouth and she eagerly accepted it.  His finger worked in and out of her mouth slowly.  Suddenly, pulling his finger out, Vegeta decided to regain control by grabbing her hips tightly, and he began to thrust his hips forward in a rhythmical motion that had Bulma crying out in pleasure.  Bulma started to arch her back to feel the sensational movements her lover made when suddenly she began to feel herself have the epitome of all the orgasms she has had that morning.  She shouted out his name as she shuddered and quivered around him.  Sweat drenched both of their bodies as Vegeta continued, sending her off again into ecstasy.  He was doing a good job controlling himself and his ki for that long, but Vegeta soon felt his control ebb.  And with a tremendous growl he filled her. 

 

He rolled over, never leaving inside her.  She laid there, catching her breath.  He looked at her attentively.  She snuggled close to his chest and kissed it.  Vegeta put his arms around her and embraced her tightly.

 

"I hate it when we fight, but the making up is so good!"  She said quietly, rubbing the sweat off his face.  He smirked as he kissed her, closing his eyes that were weary of sleep.

 

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