| Vegeta couldn’t concentrate on his training, images of the woman kept flashing through his mind, distracting him. Bulma…worried about him after the Gravity Chamber blew up the first time. Bulma sleeping at the desk next to his bed in the infirmary. Bulma shouting at him. Bulma laughing at him. Bulma in those skimpy outfits she wore. Bulma lounging by the pool in nothing but what she called "a bikini". Vegeta swore vilely. It was happening again! The cracks in the walls around his heart were getting wider. Not to mention the fact that his skin-tight shorts were now extremely uncomfortable. He tried, without success, to adjust them over his growing erection. He growled and turned off the Gravitron. It was just no use continuing with his training now. As he went outside, he felt the heavy rain on his skin as the storm clouds in the sky were lit by lightning, and thunder clapped viciously overhead. It suited his mood perfectly. Vegeta took off into the roiling sky and reveled in the feeling of the tempest all around him. He was in his element. Suddenly, a scream of terror rent the night! Vegeta would know that voice anywhere. He flew off at top speed, searching almost desperately for her. He sent his senses out into the night, hoping to be able to follow her power signal. It would be faint of course, for she wasn’t very powerful, except when she was angry. He dipped low over the city streets and finally felt it. Bulma had been cursing Yamcha under her breath as she walked. Her brand new shoes were completely ruined because of that bastard! "This is the last straw! I can’t believe he just went off and left me there to rot! If I ever see him again, he’s a dead man!," she muttered through gritted teeth. She suddenly became aware of footsteps behind her. Her heart raced. ‘Please, oh please let it just be someone who is stuck out in the rain like me!’, she thought frantically. She quickened her pace. Whoever it was behind her sped up too. ‘Oh God! This isn’t happening! This can’t be happening! Damn you, Yamcha!’, she screamed in her mind. She began to run; not daring to look behind her. A few short seconds later, she was brought down hard on the pavement. Her purse went flying, the contents spilling out. "Please! Just take the money and go! I won’t tell the cops, I swear!", Bulma begged. The brute laughed cruelly down at her, and signaled to his friends who were waiting in an alleyway nearby, "Come on, guys! We’re gonna have some fun tonight!" Bulma screamed in terror as they carried her kicking and thrashing into the alley, tearing her clothes in their hurry to get at her bare flesh. She knew she was no match for three heavily muscled thugs, but she fought them with everything she had anyway. It was no use. They tied her hands behind her back, nearly breaking her arms in the process. The one that had tackled her began unzipping his pants, while the other two grabbed her ankles to keep her from kicking out at them. Before they gagged her, she was able to scream into the night sky, "VEEEEGGGGEEEETTTTTAAAAA!!!!!!" She didn’t know why she had called his name. It had just been the first one that slipped past her lips. As tears of panic streamed down her face, she prayed for a miracle; hoped against all hope that someone had heard her and would come to her rescue. "Shut up, bitch!", the one holding her left ankle back-handed her violently. Bulma’s vision blurred, but she hung on, continuing to pray to Kami that he would send someone to save her. Vegeta heard her scream his name and put on a burst of speed. She had to be in real trouble if she was calling for him! Vegeta hovered over the alleyway where he felt Bulma’s power signal, fainter than usual, but still there. He saw two human men holding her down, while a third fumbled with his pants. He saw the one hit her violently across the face. Rage boiled in Vegeta’s veins, and his eyes shone with a deadly gleam. This same scenario had played out many times among Frieza’s guards whenever they conquered a new planet. Vegeta had never joined in, and had always been sickened by it. He’d be damned if he’d let any filthy bastards do that to his woman! Vegeta blinked; where had that thought come from? He shook his head to clear it, and concentrated only on what must be done. Vegeta struck with deadly accuracy; like a mighty avenging angel. The three scumbags were dead before they hit the ground or knew what was going on. He spat on their carcasses, then turned to Bulma. He gently lifted her into his arms, and removed the gag from her mouth. "Are you alright?" Vegeta asked worriedly. His brain was screaming at him that he shouldn’t be worried about her; that he worried about no one but himself. He ignored it. Bulma was shaking from both cold and shock; the left side of her face was turning purple, but she managed to nod. Vegeta made short work of the rope that bound her wrists, and rubbed circulation back into her arms. Bulma simply stared at him as if she’d never seen him before. Vegeta realized he’d never given her any reason to trust him, yet she had called his name when she was in peril. He was taken aback as she suddenly threw herself against him and sobbed into his chest. Bulma realized she must look horrible, and that she was acting like a ninny, but she didn’t care. She was just so thankful that Vegeta had come to save her, and that he’d gotten there before it was too late. She sobbed her heart out, holding onto Vegeta like a life-line as he lifted her into the air and flew her home. Vegeta kicked open the door to Capsule Corp., not caring that he had broken it clean off its hinges, or that he was tracking mud on the carpets as he strode purposefully into the kitchen, hollering for Mrs. Briefs. "She’s not here, Vegeta. They were going to a party at a friend's house tonight," Bulma said wearily. Vegeta cursed; that meant there was no one there to take care of Bulma but himself. He knew plenty about treating wounds, but very little about treating psychological trauma. He’d just have to do the best he could. He carried Bulma up to her room and set her gently on the bed. "Now, do not move while I go get some ice to bring down the swelling in your face. If I come back up here and you have moved even an inch, you will see what it is like when I am really angry," Vegeta growled as he headed out the door. Bulma would ordinarily have fought him tooth and nail, but she was so weak she merely nodded. That told Vegeta more than anything else that she had very little energy left. He wrapped the ice in a dish towel and headed back upstairs. Bulma was right where he’d left her. He smirked, "Obeying orders well I see" He couldn’t resist nettling her just a little. Bulma frowned at him and managed to stick out her tongue at him. Vegeta was encouraged by this show of spirit; it meant she was recovering nicely. He gently applied the ice to her swollen face, watching her wince from the cold. "Can you hold this here while I get something to clean those scrapes and cuts with?", he asked softly. Bulma nodded and gave him a small smile. Vegeta went to her bathroom and fumbled around for a few minutes before coming back into the room holding some bandages and a tube of antibacterial gel. Bulma couldn’t get over how nice Vegeta was being to her. He had never shown her any kindness before. He was usually surly, grouchy, angry, pissed off, or all of the above. About as close to normal as he ever got was when he was amused by something. She had never pictured Vegeta being the one to take care of her if she was ever hurt. Hell, she had always pictured Yamcha being the one to save her from bad guys before tonight. She still didn’t know what had possessed her to call out Vegeta’s name in that dark alleyway, but she would always be eternally grateful that he had come when she needed him the most. ’At least I know I can count on him when the chips are down!’, she thought. She looked at Vegeta appraisingly, ’Damn, is he sexy or what!’ Bulma shook herself mentally, ’What the Hell are you thinking? He may be acting nice now, but you watch, he’ll be back to his rude prince self before you can blink’. However, he actually seemed to be concerned about her. He’d actually stayed to take care of her after bringing her home instead of rushing back to his training. This was definitely a "10" on the weirdness meter. She finally spoke in a ragged voice, "Ok, who are you, and what have you done with Vegeta?" Vegeta quirked an eyebrow at her and laughed, "What, you don’t believe it’s really me doing these nice things for you, woman?" He smirked down at her, "Trust me, once you’re feeling better, I’ll be making demands of you again on a daily basis." He was applying the antibacterial gel to several abrasions on Bulma’s body and then bandaging the worst of them. Bulma still wasn’t convinced, "Ok, if you really are Vegeta, do something only he would do." Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest and gave her a piercing look, "Like what, woman?" Bulma stared up into those eyes and had to admit that was exactly the look Vegeta usually had on his face. "Never mind, I know it’s you now," she giggled. "About bloody time, woman!" he growled. "Ah, yet another thing to convince me that it most definitely is Vegeta being so kind to me. A truly rare event I must say," she said, trying hard not to laugh. "Hmph! Baka woman!", he grumbled. Once she was completely patched up, Vegeta asked the question that had been weighing on his mind, "So, mind telling me how you ended up in that predicament in the first place?" Bulma bit her lip, she wasn’t sure she wanted Vegeta knowing what Yamcha had done, but she figured she owed him an explanation. "Well, as you know, Yamcha and I had a date tonight. We went to "Paradise", the new nightclub downtown. Shortly after we got there, he ditched me. I waited around for two whole hours for him to return, but he never did. I eventually found out that he’d left with some blonde bimbo. Since he drove, and I knew Mom and Dad weren’t going to be here, I had no way of getting home. Then the storm came while I was walking home. I heard footsteps behind me, and then those guys attacked me. The rest you already know," she finished with a sigh. Vegeta’s eyes sparked with anger, "It’s because of that pathetic excuse for a warrior that you were beaten and nearly raped?!!!" Bulma nodded. Vegeta swore fiercely. Bulma couldn’t help but agree with him. If she could get her hands on Yamcha right now, she would strangle him….after she ripped his dick off and shoved it down his throat. From the look on Vegeta’s face, it was clear his thoughts were swinging the same way. Bulma surprised Vegeta yet again by suddenly sitting up and wrapping her arms around him. Vegeta’s eyes went wide, and he stiffened as she laid her head on his chest. Something else also stiffened, despite his best attempts to ignore the feel of her soft breasts against him. All he could do was pray she didn’t notice; but with her this close and his shorts fitting him like a second skin, there was little chance that she could possibly miss it. "What are you doing, woman?", Vegeta growled. Bulma jumped at the tone of his voice, but she only nuzzled closer to him. Vegeta had deliberately used that tone in hopes of frightening her into letting go of him; it seemed to have had the opposite effect. ‘Shit!‘ he thought frantically. He was about to push her away, desperate to get free of her tight grasp before he did something he would regret, when he felt her tears flow over his chest. He tilted her head back so he could look down into her eyes, "What’s wrong with you now, woman?" Bulma hiccupped and looked away, "It-It’s stupid of me, I know…but I just can’t seem to help myself. I’ve r-read all about this sort of thing h-happening after something like this, but I never th-thought that I would…," she trailed off faintly. Vegeta was thoroughly confused by this point, "Just what in Hell are you rambling on about, woman?" Bulma suddenly looked into Vegeta’s eyes, "Vegeta….do…do…you…find me….um ….attractive?" Vegeta’s eyes about bugged out of his head! Of all the questions she could have asked, he had never expected this! For one panicky moment he thought for sure that she had either felt or seen the evidence of his arousal. In his panic, he jerked backward from her. Bulma threw herself on the bed, sobbing. Vegeta blinked, astonished. "I knew it!", she cried. Vegeta simply stared at her as if she had lost her mind. Her sobs were mostly incoherent, but he caught something about her boyfriend not wanting her anymore, and the man she wants doesn’t want her. He sat down next to her, unsure just what to do to make her stop. Bulma knew she was being irrational. She had read that women could become desperate to prove that they were still attractive after a shock or traumatic event. She never thought it would ever happen to her though. She supposed it had to do with the fact that she’d not only been cheated on by her boyfriend, but also nearly gang raped in the same night. She had never questioned that she was beautiful and that men wanted her; hell, she’d never had to. Right now, that didn’t make a damn bit of difference to how she was feeling though. She sat up and faced Vegeta, tears stinging her face. Vegeta, for the most part, had been avoiding looking at her body, which was revealed by the rips in her dress. It was hard keeping his eyes from wandering, however, because one breast was completely bare. His erection was now throbbing and straining against his shorts; he shifted, trying to ease the discomfort. He wondered why she had asked him if he found her attractive. He cleared his throat, "So, why did you want to know if I found you attractive?" Bulma seemed torn between blushing and demanding an answer to that question. Bulma swallowed convulsively, took a deep breath, and said, "Well, it’s because I’m feeling particularly unattractive right about now. I mean my boyfriend cheated on me and left me to walk home alone in a storm. I nearly get gang raped! And…as if that wasn’t bad enough, I ask you if you find me attractive and you pull back from me and don’t answer!", she finished on a sob. "What if I told you that I do find you attractive?", Vegeta murmured rather cautiously. Bulma sniffed, "I wouldn’t be able to believe you now because of your reaction a few minutes ago!" "Woman, are you blind to what’s right in front of you?!", he exclaimed in disbelief. Bulma blinked in confusion, "What are you talking about?", she demanded hotly. "This!", before she could think to pull away, he had taken her hand and pressed it to the front of his shorts. Bulma’s eyes went wide as she looked down to where her hand was cupped against the rock-hard bulge filling his shorts. She blinked up at him. "I’ve been in this abysmal condition for months now. Every time I see you or hear your voice; hell, all I have to do is think about you and I’m instantly in an agony of need," he said huskily, "Now do you believe me?" Bulma could only nod; her mouth had gone dry as she felt how hard he was. Bulma tentatively stroked her hand up over him, watching his face for any sign of rejection. Vegeta gritted his teeth, but didn’t stop her. She became bolder and carefully slipped her fingertips inside the waistband of his extremely snug shorts. Vegeta gasped as her fingertips brushed over the head of his erection. Bulma slowly peeled the shorts down an inch at a time until she had freed him from them. She let him pull away only long enough to rid himself of them completely, along with his shoes and socks. The Saiyan Prince stood before her, in all his glory, and she was in awe of his beautiful body. "My God, Vegeta! You’re incredible!", she said, drooling at the thought of touching that magnificent body. Vegeta smirked devilishly, "Do you want me?" Bulma beckoned him closer with one curled finger. When he complied, she whispered against his cock, "What do you think?" Vegeta’s whole body froze at the feel of her soft lips against his sensitive flesh; he couldn’t have moved if his life had depended on it. Her hand wrapped around his thick shaft and brought the tip to her mouth, where she gently lapped at the opening there with her tongue. Vegeta moaned deep in his throat, and suddenly, Bulma didn't care that the left side of her face was throbbing, she wanted to give Vegeta this pleasure. Bulma took him into her mouth and sucked on him for a few moments, rubbing her tongue on the underside. Vegeta’s fingers clenched in her silky blue hair. He let out a growl of pleasure as she took him in deep. Her free hand slid up his thigh and cupped his balls gently. Vegeta was drowning in the incredible sensations she was causing to shoot through his body. He didn’t know how much longer his incredible self-control could hold out if she kept this up. He finally pulled back, trembling at the brink of orgasm. Bulma blinked up at him, clearly wondering why he had stopped her when she knew he was so close. "I don’t want to cum that way…..not yet," he answered her unspoken question. |
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