The Difference Between Love and Lust
Chapter 13
Note: Sorry still suffering from writers block. That's why my chapters have been slow lately. But here it is. A little bit more spicy. (Sorry still not lemon I cant seem to get another one in this fic yet but I have plans one writing another lemon of V/B not related to this story since I have been getting so many requests.)
"Achoo!" Vegita moaned leaning forward wearily his elbows resting on his knees. Staring down between his knees he gazed blankly at an unfamiliar piece of pink lacy clothing for what must have been minutes. Moaning again he forced himself to his feet staggering a few steps from the bed. He continued to struggle forward toward the bedroom door. Just as he was halfway across to it the door swung open.
"What are you doing up?!" Bulma scolded bustling in. A slight flush touched her cheeks as her eyes feel on him. But Vegita did not notice her face his eyes locked on the tray she balanced on her hip. Plates of food where piled up on it giving of steam and delicious smells. His mouth began to water as she approached him bearing the delightful treasure with her.
His stomach growled angrily reminding him that he had not eaten in what had to have been a week or more. "Gotta train." He muttered his eyes never laving the bounty of food before him.
Bulma sighed setting the tray down on her desk. Vegita shuffled after her slowly his hunger leading him like a leash. She began to unload the food from the tray. "Oh no you don't." She began to scold the hungry Saiya-jin her back still to him. He leaned closer to look over her shoulder to make a mental menu of the food she had obviously brought for him. "Your getting back in that bed and your going to stay their till..." She turned around a bowl of soup in her hands and gasped in shock when she came nose to nose with him. Their eyes meet and locked gazes as they stood in silence for an eternity of a moment only a breath's length apart. An odd yet pleasant scent brushed against his sense causing his stomach to tremble with an intense hunger.
Without breaking his gaze he reached out taking the bowl from her hands. Lifting the dish to his lips he drank the soup down in two swallows. Wiping his mouth on his sleeve, he leaned closer toward her again. Her intense blue eyes widened as he reached around her to set the emptied bowl onto her desk. Tearing his eyes free of her blue ones, he looked down at the rest of the food causing his stomach to rumble again in anticipation of being filled. Bulma released a soft sigh of relief inches from his ear causing an odd shiver to travel up his spine before she slipped away to stand at a safer distance giving Vegita the freedom to attack his food veraciously.
"I'll go get the rest." Bulma whispered before turning a running from the room her face a deep red. He grunted in response continuing his unrelenting siege on his meal.
Bulma ran down the stairs her heart racing in her chest. Stopping at the foot of the stairs she leaned against her hand going to her flushed cheek as she tried to catch her breath. "What's wrong with me?" She looked up the stairway toward her room and shivered. "I almost kissed him again! Boy, wouldn't that have gotten me in trouble."
Laughing nervously she hurried into the kitchen to pile another tray high with food. She had been cooking all day her mind constantly on the worn Saiya-jin asleep in her bed. Slipping out of his arms that morning had been the hardest thing she had ever done. His embrace and been so warm and gentle she could have stayed there forever. Well at least until he woke up. Bulma smiled softly imaging the rage that she would have been faced with if Vegita had caught her in bed with him.
"Oh but it would have been worth it." Giggling softly she hurried up the stairs as fast as she could, weighted down with as much food as she could carry.
He smelled of her. Not just a little, but a lot. Her scent wafted constantly up from his clothing drowning out even the smell of the food that his stomach longed for. Vegita had never been so hungry in his life but somehow the food he devoured seemed unsubstantial. Yes his body hungered for it but he was starving for something more. Something that would fill the hunger and keep it from ever returning.
She entered the room again bearing yet another tray of food for him. The woman had prepared well for his awakening. For a brief moment he wondered how long she had spent cooking this meal for him. Such an amount of food would have taken a lot of work.
A nervous smile touched her lips as she carried the tray toward him. She paused, a momentary frown washing over her face as she noticed there was no room on the desk for the food she had brought. With a soft sigh she kneeled slowly so as not to upset the carefully stacked dishes she set the tray on the floor. Straightening she began to stack the dirty dishes, her every movement captivating to the Saiya-jin warrior.
"At least you aren't as messy as Goku." She scolded as she finished clearing the desk.
Grunting in annoyance Vegita crossed his arms glaring up at the woman from where he sat. "Don't you ever compare me to that third class warrior again." He snarled his voice sounding weaker then normal even to his ears.
"Vegita?" She gently placed a cool hand against his brow. "Are you all right?"
He sat still for a moment before jerking away from her touch. "Leave me be woman!" He growled snatching a plate away from her. He quickly began to devour whatever food was on it in an attempt to hide the effect her touch had on him.
She stared at him her mouth hanging open in surprise. Slowly a dark shadow crossed over her face as her anger rose to a dangerous level. "Well then if you don't appreciate my help you can get your own damn food!!" She screamed her fists coming down to her sides as she leaned toward him slightly. "And if you think you're ever going to sleep in my bed again you have another thing coming mister!!"
Vegita froze his hand held suspended halfway between his mouth and the plate. Slowly he lowered the food back down to the plate and lifted his head his eyes scanning the room. For a moment they paused on the rumbled bed, pink blankets and sheets tangled about in the same way he always left his in the morning. There was no mistaking that indeed this was Bulma's room and the bed he had risen from not an hour ago were hers.
Finally his eyes came to meet hers a slow smirk forming on his lips. Slowly he stood up and stepped closer to her. She stumbled backwards in surprise when he didn't stop approaching her at his normal distance. "What a pity. It must get cold when your mate is with other woman." He finally spoke almost laughing at how red her face suddenly was. She was so beautiful when she was angry and at this moment she was enraged.
"HOW DARE YOU!" Before either of them could think, her hand whipped out cracking against his cheek leaving a stinging red imprint. Slowly he turned his head back to glare into her eyes which had grown wide with utter terror.
He could see the blood drain from her cheek as he reached up to touch the place where her hand had struck him. His eyes narrowed slowly till they where only black slits. Without another word he stalked from the room leaving the woman where she stood trembling in abject fear.
Bulma slowly sank to her knees her eyes staring forward in shock. What had just happened? She looked down at her aching hand as if staring at a foreign object. She had slapped Vegita! Looking over her shoulder she heard his door slam shut down the hall. For the past six days she had been trying to ignore the nagging pain of Yamcha's rejection of her. She had tried not to wonder what about her had driven him away. She had struggled not to question why she was so easy to leave so easy to cast aside. Wasn't she good enough? Beautiful enough? Could she ever find anyone to love her?
In one instant Vegita had driven all this pain straight into her heart. She had expected to be filled with sorrow, pain beyond tears, she had though she would collapse in a pitiful heap. But instead in that moment she was filled with rage. Anger.
Now that anger was gone, spent. Leaving her with nothing but regret. Burying her face in her hands she wept bitter tears.
Chapter 13
Note: Sorry still suffering from writers block. That's why my chapters have been slow lately. But here it is. A little bit more spicy. (Sorry still not lemon I cant seem to get another one in this fic yet but I have plans one writing another lemon of V/B not related to this story since I have been getting so many requests.)
"Achoo!" Vegita moaned leaning forward wearily his elbows resting on his knees. Staring down between his knees he gazed blankly at an unfamiliar piece of pink lacy clothing for what must have been minutes. Moaning again he forced himself to his feet staggering a few steps from the bed. He continued to struggle forward toward the bedroom door. Just as he was halfway across to it the door swung open.
"What are you doing up?!" Bulma scolded bustling in. A slight flush touched her cheeks as her eyes feel on him. But Vegita did not notice her face his eyes locked on the tray she balanced on her hip. Plates of food where piled up on it giving of steam and delicious smells. His mouth began to water as she approached him bearing the delightful treasure with her.
His stomach growled angrily reminding him that he had not eaten in what had to have been a week or more. "Gotta train." He muttered his eyes never laving the bounty of food before him.
Bulma sighed setting the tray down on her desk. Vegita shuffled after her slowly his hunger leading him like a leash. She began to unload the food from the tray. "Oh no you don't." She began to scold the hungry Saiya-jin her back still to him. He leaned closer to look over her shoulder to make a mental menu of the food she had obviously brought for him. "Your getting back in that bed and your going to stay their till..." She turned around a bowl of soup in her hands and gasped in shock when she came nose to nose with him. Their eyes meet and locked gazes as they stood in silence for an eternity of a moment only a breath's length apart. An odd yet pleasant scent brushed against his sense causing his stomach to tremble with an intense hunger.
Without breaking his gaze he reached out taking the bowl from her hands. Lifting the dish to his lips he drank the soup down in two swallows. Wiping his mouth on his sleeve, he leaned closer toward her again. Her intense blue eyes widened as he reached around her to set the emptied bowl onto her desk. Tearing his eyes free of her blue ones, he looked down at the rest of the food causing his stomach to rumble again in anticipation of being filled. Bulma released a soft sigh of relief inches from his ear causing an odd shiver to travel up his spine before she slipped away to stand at a safer distance giving Vegita the freedom to attack his food veraciously.
"I'll go get the rest." Bulma whispered before turning a running from the room her face a deep red. He grunted in response continuing his unrelenting siege on his meal.
Bulma ran down the stairs her heart racing in her chest. Stopping at the foot of the stairs she leaned against her hand going to her flushed cheek as she tried to catch her breath. "What's wrong with me?" She looked up the stairway toward her room and shivered. "I almost kissed him again! Boy, wouldn't that have gotten me in trouble."
Laughing nervously she hurried into the kitchen to pile another tray high with food. She had been cooking all day her mind constantly on the worn Saiya-jin asleep in her bed. Slipping out of his arms that morning had been the hardest thing she had ever done. His embrace and been so warm and gentle she could have stayed there forever. Well at least until he woke up. Bulma smiled softly imaging the rage that she would have been faced with if Vegita had caught her in bed with him.
"Oh but it would have been worth it." Giggling softly she hurried up the stairs as fast as she could, weighted down with as much food as she could carry.
He smelled of her. Not just a little, but a lot. Her scent wafted constantly up from his clothing drowning out even the smell of the food that his stomach longed for. Vegita had never been so hungry in his life but somehow the food he devoured seemed unsubstantial. Yes his body hungered for it but he was starving for something more. Something that would fill the hunger and keep it from ever returning.
She entered the room again bearing yet another tray of food for him. The woman had prepared well for his awakening. For a brief moment he wondered how long she had spent cooking this meal for him. Such an amount of food would have taken a lot of work.
A nervous smile touched her lips as she carried the tray toward him. She paused, a momentary frown washing over her face as she noticed there was no room on the desk for the food she had brought. With a soft sigh she kneeled slowly so as not to upset the carefully stacked dishes she set the tray on the floor. Straightening she began to stack the dirty dishes, her every movement captivating to the Saiya-jin warrior.
"At least you aren't as messy as Goku." She scolded as she finished clearing the desk.
Grunting in annoyance Vegita crossed his arms glaring up at the woman from where he sat. "Don't you ever compare me to that third class warrior again." He snarled his voice sounding weaker then normal even to his ears.
"Vegita?" She gently placed a cool hand against his brow. "Are you all right?"
He sat still for a moment before jerking away from her touch. "Leave me be woman!" He growled snatching a plate away from her. He quickly began to devour whatever food was on it in an attempt to hide the effect her touch had on him.
She stared at him her mouth hanging open in surprise. Slowly a dark shadow crossed over her face as her anger rose to a dangerous level. "Well then if you don't appreciate my help you can get your own damn food!!" She screamed her fists coming down to her sides as she leaned toward him slightly. "And if you think you're ever going to sleep in my bed again you have another thing coming mister!!"
Vegita froze his hand held suspended halfway between his mouth and the plate. Slowly he lowered the food back down to the plate and lifted his head his eyes scanning the room. For a moment they paused on the rumbled bed, pink blankets and sheets tangled about in the same way he always left his in the morning. There was no mistaking that indeed this was Bulma's room and the bed he had risen from not an hour ago were hers.
Finally his eyes came to meet hers a slow smirk forming on his lips. Slowly he stood up and stepped closer to her. She stumbled backwards in surprise when he didn't stop approaching her at his normal distance. "What a pity. It must get cold when your mate is with other woman." He finally spoke almost laughing at how red her face suddenly was. She was so beautiful when she was angry and at this moment she was enraged.
"HOW DARE YOU!" Before either of them could think, her hand whipped out cracking against his cheek leaving a stinging red imprint. Slowly he turned his head back to glare into her eyes which had grown wide with utter terror.
He could see the blood drain from her cheek as he reached up to touch the place where her hand had struck him. His eyes narrowed slowly till they where only black slits. Without another word he stalked from the room leaving the woman where she stood trembling in abject fear.
Bulma slowly sank to her knees her eyes staring forward in shock. What had just happened? She looked down at her aching hand as if staring at a foreign object. She had slapped Vegita! Looking over her shoulder she heard his door slam shut down the hall. For the past six days she had been trying to ignore the nagging pain of Yamcha's rejection of her. She had tried not to wonder what about her had driven him away. She had struggled not to question why she was so easy to leave so easy to cast aside. Wasn't she good enough? Beautiful enough? Could she ever find anyone to love her?
In one instant Vegita had driven all this pain straight into her heart. She had expected to be filled with sorrow, pain beyond tears, she had though she would collapse in a pitiful heap. But instead in that moment she was filled with rage. Anger.
Now that anger was gone, spent. Leaving her with nothing but regret. Burying her face in her hands she wept bitter tears.