Cute
a DragonBall Z story
by Mewling
HE STOPPED IN HIS TRACKS, turning slowly to stare at her in disbelief. "What did you say?"
Bulma had the grace to blush, looking down. "I said you didn't need to be embarrassed."
Vegeta didn't bother with his usual correction that he could not possibly be embarrassed, instead advancing towards her with a curious expression. "After that."
She shrugged. "I. said it was cute."
"Cute." He repeated, raising a dark brow. "How exactly is sneezing 'cute'?"
Now it was her turn for embarrassment, which then brought her temper to light. "Look, I don't have time for twenty-questions; why don't you go find Goku and spar or something?"
"Kakarott is the one who gave me this accursed illness." He reminded her dryly, smirk widening as she turned to walk away. "I have no desire to see him. You, on the other hand."
As anticipated, Bulma hesitated in the other doorway, looking back at him beneath a cascade of blue hair. "Yes?"
"I enjoy sparring with you." He chuckled, then outright laughed as she growled and stomped off; it took little effort to keep up with her, though he chose to stay a pace behind. "You certainly are in the perfect mood for a nice chat right about now."
"Remind me never to compliment you again." She muttered, irritated, and swept into her lab, taking refuge in her work.
That was a compliment? Vegeta paused, considering this as he leaned in the doorway. How is saying she finds my sneezing cute a compliment? It isn't 'cute' - it's irritating. And it was going to happen again. Cursing under his breath, he rubbed two fingers beneath his flaring nostrils, crinkling it against the fast-growing itch. He didn't really care for the sensation, hating anything that made him feel helpless and weak, and truly detested the thought of ending up looking like that idiot Kakarott, with his nose all red. He also disliked the fact that he couldn't seem to control it; his sneezes, like everything else about him, were powerful, and there was no stopping them once they started. It was a fool's hope that made him try.
Sitting at her computer, Bulma had almost felt Vegeta's gaze on her, and could only pretend to work, too angry and embarrassed to focus. I can't believe I told him that. What was I thinking? This is Vegeta! She glared fiercely at the screen, wishing she had the strength to slap him hard enough that it would do more than hurt her hand. He is such a jerk! Why did I even let him stay here anyway? Besides the fact that he was handsome, and mysterious, and. she paused, holding her breath as she heard his catch. And about to sneeze again. Oh god. Biting her lip, she closed her eyes and tried to block out the warmth growing inside her as his breaths grew unsteady, coming in light pants. Why does he have to fight it? Ohh, this is torture! But it was sweet, sweet torture, and she wouldn't miss a second of it.
Turning slightly, as if to get something from her drawer, she cast a quick glance back at the prince and melted: Still leaning in the doorway, Vegeta's onyx black eyes were shut, his head tipped back slightly, the normally smirking lips just barely parted. He'd raised one gloved hand before his face, waiting, his chest puffed out with his quick, shallow breaths as the sneeze built. His straight, perfect nose was twitching slightly as the tickle tormented him even as he unwittingly tortured her. She could hear his small gasps now, and even they reflected the desperation he must have felt. "Ah. ahh. ahahh." For a moment he stood totally still. Then a tiny sniffle pushed him right over the edge. "AHHISHHH! EhhCHSHHH! ehh-ISHHuhh! uhnCHOO! eeeGGISHHOO! Hahh-ISHH, choo! ehhtCHOO!
Ugh!" Vegeta swore fiercely in at least twenty tongues, cursing his nose, the cold that tormented it, Kakarott for giving it to him, and life in general. Across the room, Bulma whispered a tentative pardon, and he glanced up with an irritated frown; that was another thing he hated, having other people see him forced to submit to something so stupid. He found her staring at him and glared. "What?"
"I." She blinked rapidly, eyes widening as she swallowed hard, then quickly turned back to the screen. "Nothing."
Her timidity shocked his temper clear out of existence. Normally when he was harsh with her, she had a fiery comeback just waiting to hit him; never was she so. Shy? Bulma? No, not shy. Not quite. Embarrassed, then? He considered the rosy blush that still stained her cheeks. Perhaps. but that didn't seem like all of it. No, there was something more. Wait, 'cute'?
It hit him like a ton of bricks and for a moment all he could do was stare, taking in her flushed appearance, remembering how dark and smoldering her bright blue eyes had been before she'd turned away. My god, could she really mean.? He blinked, trying to put the concept in as an explanation for her erratic behavior. He was stunned to find that it made perfect sense, even if he couldn't see the appeal.
Having gotten over the initial shock, he considered the possible ramifications of this. If he stayed, he would be torturing her. But if he left, he would be passing up a very unique opportunity. Of course, to take that opportunity would be taking quite a risk. A slow smile touched his lips, and he crossed his arms over his chest; if he had to be ill, he was going to enjoy it. "'Cute'?"
"Can we not talk about that?" She murmured, and he had to restrain a laugh at her discomfort, so obvious now that he knew what to look for.
"I'm just curious." He insisted, uncurling his tail from around his waist and letting it switch back and forth behind him as he came and sat on the windowsill. "What part do you find cute?"
"Ve-ge-ta." She drew his name out in exasperation, closing her eyes and burying her head in her hands.
"Yes?" He asked, flashing her a roguish smirk.
"Please leave me alone. I have work to do, and." She trailed off as his tail brushed her wrist in a feather-light caress, pulling away abruptly with a sharp intake of breath. "Don't do that!"
He half-suppressed a grin, now thoroughly enjoying himself. "Why not?"
"Because I asked you not to." She growled.
"Ah. I see." He nodded, contemplating this. "All right. I respect your question, now you answer mine."
"Why should I?" She snapped.
"Because I asked you to." He returned sweetly, earning a heated glare.
"Maybe I don't want to." Bulma huffed, crossing her arms and turning away. She yelped when the soft length of fur brushed across her cheek. "Vegeta!"
"You didn't answer me." He pointed out. "What do you find cute about my sneezing?"
"I don't."
"You said you did."
"I lied."
"You're lying now." Vegeta watched his tail flick back and forth, smiling. "Would you prefer I guess?"
"I would prefer you leave." She glared at him, embarrassed, frustrated and angry.
"Not an option."
"Then I will." Not bothering to save, she shut off the computer and stormed off, going to her room. Vegeta followed.
"You're not being very nice."
"You're never nice."
"I just asked a question."
"On a subject I told you I did not want to discuss." She reminded him, stopping in her doorway to glare at him. "Good night, Vegeta."
The Saiyan prince smiled even as the door slammed in his face; yes, she was in a fine mood tonight. This would be fun. "Isn't it rather early to go to bed?"
"It's never too early for you to go away!" She shouted, flopping onto her bed with a heavy sigh, trying to ignore the heat between her legs or how her heart hammered even this long after his fit. Why did he have to catch a cold? Why not the stomach flu, or a migraine or something? Anything that wouldn't make him sneeze so much.
Out in the hallway, Vegeta leaned back against the wall, considering his next move; while he could continue to bother Bulma, he didn't like being on the other side of the door. Part of the fun was just watching her respond. I think there's a window by her bed. Smiling, he strolled down the hall and flew out of one of the open windows, levitating over to her room.
Bulma screamed when she felt his tail-tip brush across her bare back. "VEGETA!!!"
He winced slightly. "Woman, you are so damn loud some times."
"GET OUT OF MY ROOM!!!" She howled, hurling a pillow at him as he floated above her.
A tiny energy ball vaporized the pillow, leaving him to smirk as she stared at him, outraged. "Tsk, shouldn't throw things at me if you want to keep them."
"You JERK!" Growling furiously, she smacked him as hard as she could. "Get out! You have no right to be in my room!"
"You know, with a little training, you'd be dangerous." He remarked, surprised. "Had you caught me a few years back, that would have hurt."
"I know plenty of places I can hit that will hurt you till the day you die." She hissed.
"I'm sure you do." Floating away, he sat on top of her bookcase.
Were looks as dangerous as ki blasts, Goku would be the least of his worries. Actually, Goku would probably be dead, given his propensity for blurting things out. And Vegeta would have died several times already. "Get. Out. Of. My. Room."
"As soon as you answer my question." He promised. Then I'll just bug you tomorrow morning.
"I don't know!" Throwing her hands up in exasperation she started for her bed. "I don't even remember what I was thinking when I told you that."
"Perhaps I could refresh your memory?" He offered casually, mouth twitching into a smirk as she froze.
Blue eyes narrowed in suspicion. "What are you talking about?"
"Just thinking that if you relived the moment, it might help you remember." He chuckled, gracefully jumping from his perch.
"H-how do you plan to do that?" She stammered, slowly backing away from him, eyes going wide, her petite frame tense.
"Oh, I can think of a way." His tail flicked in front of his face again as he smiled in a way disturbingly similar to the look he gave Goku when they were sparring; only now it was decidedly more predatory. "This cold has made me dreadfully sensitive; it shouldn't take much."
Is he serious?! Bulma stared in shock, both hoping he would and praying he wouldn't. This can't be happening. he thinks nothing of humans. he has no interest in me. there's no reason for him to be doing this. Yet he was. "Vegeta."
The prince had heard his name on millions of lips, shouted, yelled, cried, whispered, angry, sad, happy, and fearful. but never had he heard it quite like this. He liked it. Very, very much. "Yes, Bulma?"
"Don't. please." She managed, still unable to believe this was really happening.
"What?" He passed his tail beneath his nose, which instantly twitched as the soft fur tickled his sensitive nostrils.
"Don't do this. Just go away." Part of her wanted to egg him on, but she was too afraid of what would happen if he succeeded. "Please."
"Ah, but then we'd never get my question answered, now would we?" A black brow was arched even as he flicked the tip of his tail between his flaring nostrils, making him sniff delicately.
"Vegeta, no. stop it." Bulma shifted on the bed, uncomfortable with the intense sensations this display was causing. Does he know what he's doing to me?!
"sniff Sorry, can't do that." He shook his head, blinking owlishly as his furry appendage teased the tip of his nose. "Ah. I think. yes, that's it. I can feel it now. Quite a bothersome sensation, really; have you figured out just what you see in it?"
I'm supposed to be thinking? Now?! She wanted to laugh. And cry. And ask the damned Saiyan just what he was thinking. But she couldn't move. Couldn't speak. All she could do was watch and wait as Vegeta teased his sensitive nose into giving another sneeze.
Letting his tail curl back around his waist, Vegeta made an effort to watch Bulma even as his eyes grew heavy with the approaching sneeze. Damned if she isn't aroused! . I wonder if that idiot Yamcha knew about this? Somehow he didn't think so; the man never seemed all that perceptive. All the better; this can be our little secret. He didn't know why the idea appealed to him so much, but it did, and he could do little more than recognize that as the oncoming sneeze began to draw his attention. It wouldn't be as wet or as strong as the sneezes brought on by his cold, but it was just as irritating as it flitted through his sinuses; it felt like he'd inhaled a bunch of feathers, so much did it tickle him as it settled in the bridge of his nose and itched. Oh no, don't get stuck. please don't get stuck.
It was stuck. Letting his eyes close, he huffed a quick breath through his nose, flinching at the tingling sensation. He sniffled lightly, wiggling his nose with a frown; though it wasn't moving, he felt like the sneeze was still growing. At this rate, it's going to be huge. Well, at least he knew he'd get a reaction from Bulma. Her cheeks were quite bright, now, and she was hardly breathing as she stared, mesmerized. Huh, well, at least it's working.
Sitting on the bed, Bulma suddenly realized Vegeta's predicament. A slow, almost evil grin touched her lips as she rose and came to stand in front of him. "I see no good comes from teasing me."
"Oh. I don't know.. It's. ehh. not too bad.." He gave her a shaky smile, still sniffling like mad, a hand hovering in front of his face so he wouldn't spray her if he suddenly sneezed.
"Why don't we end both our torture, hm?" Her grin only grew as she leaned forward and rubbed noses with him.
Vegeta gasped in surprise, swiftly turning away for a wrenching, "HEKKSHTTT!"
"Pardons." Offering him a handkerchief, she leaned back on the dresser. "Are you done?"
"Uhn-nuh. uhSCHOO!" He shook his head weakly, sneezing helplessly into the handkerchief. "hehCHEH! heptCHAA! Ih-hih-ihh-ihhCHOO! SCHOO! ehptchh!"
"Pardons again. My, I bet that feels better." She chuckled as he blew his nose softly. "But, pleasurable as that was, I don't suggest doing it again; it makes you miserable."
"I didn't do it for my pleasure." He informed her lightly, once more in control, carefully rubbing his nose with the cloth. "So sniff did that spark your memory?"
"It did indeed." Smiling, she returned to sit on the bed. "But I think you've figured out just what I was thinking, haven't you?"
"I think so." He agreed, smiling lazily as he folded the cloth. "The question now is, what shall I do about it?"
"You're going to do something about it?" She seemed surprised.
"I've been feeling quite miserable ever since I started coming down with this awful cold, Bulma; if I can find a way to enjoy it, then I plan to."
"Are you enjoying yourself?" She asked quietly.
"I find that I most definitely like the way you're looking at me." He smirked as her blush deepened. "You're very pretty, flushed like that."
For once, Bulma couldn't think of a thing to say. Did Vegeta just compliment me?! I've got to be dreaming. There was no other explanation.
Vegeta began to advance slowly, deep voice quiet in the silent room. "You intrigue me, Bulma. Even if I don't fully understand why, I'm still pleased to find that I can have you so totally aroused with so little effort; very good for a man's ego, that."
It was all she could do to watch him advance, with that slow, sexy swagger of his, so confident in himself. I can't believe this. he's here, in my bedroom, looking like he wants to devour me.. And she wouldn't have protested if he had. A soft whimper was all she could manage as he paused a meter away, removing his white gloves.
Vegeta seemed to be amused, his smirk softening into a gentler smile as he settled his palms flat on the bed on either side of her. "You've gotten rather quiet, my little human. Is something wrong?"
"I. didn't expect this. from you." She managed, trembling slightly at his nearness, acutely aware of the rock-hard body just inches from hers.
"I didn't expect to find you aroused at the sight of me helpless." Normally he would never admit to anything making him helpless, but at this point he was finding himself quite aroused just by watching the effect he was having on her. Oh and what an effect! She looked incredible, half reclined on her bed, head tilted up to look at him, her face flushed with desire, blue eyes flashing. I want her.
That was a new thought. Over the years, he'd had ample opportunity to be with a woman, but the love of the fight had always been stronger than anything else. Of course, as the prince he'd known that eventually he'd have to choose a mate to provide him with an heir, but he'd looked upon that as a tedious duty. Never had he felt such an overwhelming desire to be with another, nor had he ever even considered looking amongst the humans for a mate. But it is possible. Kakarott's brat is proof of that. I wonder what sort of child she would bear me.?
He stiffened, astonished and somewhat horrified by the path his thoughts were taking. He was the prince of all Saiyans! He couldn't mate with a human; it just wasn't right. But I have no kingdom left. Kakarott and that boy are the only ones left. Who was there to say no? Only himself.
I want her.
He would have her.
Bulma had watched in amazement as emotions played across the normally stony features, too fast for her to identify. Only in the end could she tell what he was thinking as the predatory look returned, mixed with a familiar heat. He. desires me? "Vegeta?"
The Saiyan smiled slowly, uncurling his tail and using it to gently brush the side of her face. For once, she didn't draw back, instead running her fingertips over the soft fur; he shivered at the sensation. "Yes?"
"Feels good." It was as much a comment on her enjoying the caress as a question of whether or not his reaction had been good. He nodded, acknowledging the first and confirming the second. She smiled. "I had wondered. if you had feeling in it; it didn't seem to hurt when Krillen grabbed it."
"It hurt, but not the crippling pain most Saiyans experience." Why did I tell her that? She has no business knowing that. On reflection, it might have had to do with the pleasurable sensations he was getting from her soft hand gently stroking his tail. "I think you'll find even the hardest muscle responds to a light touch."
"Hard to tell with your suit on." She observed, looking up coyly through her light blue bangs. He grinned.
"Allow me to fix that problem." Though he was loath to pull his tail away, he suddenly wanted all of his suit off. Stepping away from the bed, he removed the breastplate and other pieces of armor, and then moved on to the form-fitting bodysuit beneath.
Watching Vegeta slowly disrobe was disturbingly pleasant for Bulma, and she felt the coil of heat inside her expand as she took in his magnificent form. Despite all the time he'd spent outside under hundreds of suns, Vegeta's skin had remained like flawless marble in appearance, and she could practically feel the power contained in his lithe form. Oh, he's stunning. how did I never see that?
Her expression of awe and appreciation did not go unnoticed by the prince, who found himself ridiculously pleased. A deep chuckle vibrated in his chest. "I take it you like what you see?"
"Oh, very much." While flirting with Vegeta was new, Bulma had plenty of prior experience with men and felt confident with herself. Here you're not more powerful than I am, Vegeta. Here you're in my arena. The thought delighted her.
Returning to his earlier post directly before her, he offered a cocky grin, dark eyes tracing her curvy form. "Am I to be on display, then, or shall you join me?"
When she took a moment to pretend to consider this, he arched a brow, and she was reminded of his impatience. Smiling, she sat up and pulled her blue tank over her head, shaking her hair out of her ponytail with a soft sigh.
Like Bulma had been mere moments ago, Vegeta found himself transfixed, an odd heat washing through him as her creamy skin was bared, her soft hair falling down on her exposed shoulders. She's beautiful. And she was getting up. An irritated growl rumbled deep in his chest. "And just where are you going?"
The quick grin she flashed him made his heart skip. "Relax; I just want to put my stuff up."
"Can't it wait?" He growled, impatient.
"No it can not." Putting her hands behind her back, she unzipped her short black skirt and let it drop, giggling as Vegeta's eyes widened. "Yes?"
The prince let himself drop onto the bed, his voice even rougher than usual. "Hurry up."
Bulma had to turn quickly to hide her grin, grabbing her clothes and taking them over to the closet. I can't believe this is happening! Not that she was complaining; he looked too damn good for her to complain about anything. If he's half as passionate a lover as he is a fighter.. The thought sent chills down her spine, and she shivered.
Strong hands caressed her shoulders, and she felt his warm breath against her cheek. "Cold?"
"Mm." She leaned back against him; the room did seem cold compared to his warmth. "Lil' bit."
Vegeta chuckled softly, unclasping her bra and letting it drop before gathering her in his arms and carrying her back to the bed. "Then I shall do my best to warm you."
She grinned at that thought, snuggling back into the pillows as he set her down, then gently pulling him down on top of her. He came willingly, an amused glitter in his dark eyes. "Eager?"
"Not as much as someone." She teased, running a hand down his flank, then ghosting her fingertips over the base of his erection.
Vegeta tensed, feeling a little shaky under the influence of the new feelings she brought to him. Easy, Vegeta; just keep calm. "Had you watched me in your state you'd be just as bad off."
"I was watching you, and I am bad off." She informed him, taking his hand in hers and moving it down so he could feel what he'd done to her.
Vegeta gasped in shock, still stunned to have had such a powerful impact on her. "I."
"Yeah, you did that." Bulma arched a fine blue brow, staring back at him. "Now, are you gonna fix it or what?"
She was startled to hear him laugh, for once without the slightest hint of scorn or malice, just amused by her bluntness. "I'll see what I can do."
"You'd better." She growled a mock-threat, ruining the effect with a wide grin.
Still laughing, Vegeta lowered his mouth onto hers, starting tentatively but quickly growing bolder as he was warmly received. Soon his tongue probed her mouth, demanding entrance as his hand carded through her hair, his tail wrapping around her wrist. Bulma opened willingly and he explored her mouth, touching his tongue to hers, then retreating to suckle her lips until they were swollen and her eyes were almost as dark as his. Beautiful.
She was having similar thoughts, when she was able to think; most of her mind was blanketed by ecstasy under his tender assault. Incredible. he's. incredible. She wondered briefly if this was what Chi Chi felt with Goku, but somehow couldn't imagine her friend being this intense. No, this wasn't so much Saiyan as it was pure Vegeta. And she loved it.
He was really enjoying the little sounds she made as she writhed beneath him, loving the sensation of her silky skin against his as he leaned down to nuzzle her neck.
Big mistake. While he didn't normally mind her perfume, it was a little much for his overly sensitized nose. "ehh. ehhISHHOOO! EhCHISHHH!"
Feeling her tense and go still beneath him, he felt a flush of embarrassment color his cheeks, quickly drawing away, unable to look at her. "I. I'm sorry. I couldn't stop it."
Bulma smiled at his embarrassment, sitting up and brushing her hand over one of his hot cheeks. "Did I say I minded?"
Chancing a glance up, he realized that she didn't seem at all put out. A slow, disbelieving smile touched his lips. "You. liked that?"
"Umhmm." She nodded, leaning forward and brushing her lips over his. "I should think by now you would have realized that I'm not at all turned off by your cold."
"Quite the opposite." He noted, shaking his head in wonder. "Well, that's good because I. I think I'm going to. to. hesshhh!"
Beneath him, Bulma purred in satisfaction, leaning up to kiss the twitching tip of his nose. "Very cute. Very sexy. And yes, I like it. A lot."
He snorted a laugh, then stifled another sneeze against his shoulder, rubbing his nose firmly into the hard muscles there. "Damned itch. sniff As much as I enjoy your pleasure, I would like to be able to make love to you without. without. hatchhh! EhhCHIHH! sniff without sneezing constantly."
Chuckling in understanding, Bulma leaned over and retrieved the handkerchief, holding it over his nose and smiling as she felt it twitch beneath her palm. "Here, blow; it should help."
He agreed it probably would, but took the cloth from her before blowing into it. He smiled, feeling her shiver on his third, wet blow, but didn't dare speak as the action had just set up an odd tingling in his sinuses. "B-bulma, I'm not sure this. ehh. this is working. ehh. ehhisshooo! hehhishha! CHOO! hat-choo! ihhYISHHH!"
"Try again." She clasped her hand over his, tightening the cloth over his nose. "Right now; big breath."
"Not while you're - ahh!" He flinched as the sensation grew stronger, demanding release. "HURRUSHHOOO!"
Bulma frowned; while she loved the power he showed even in this rare vulnerability, it was clear that he was getting uncomfortable, if not down right pained. "Shh, easy; just breathe. there, that's it. Calm down. Now, give me one more good blow, all right?"
Too muddled to think, he did as asked, breathing a sigh of relief as the tickle finally left him. "Ohh... That was a little too intense."
Carefully folding the damp handkerchief, she set it on the nightstand before crawling back and giving him a kiss on the temple. "You sound exhausted. C'mon; bed for you."
Vegeta groaned, unsure if he had the strength to redress and walk back down to the guest room. Maybe she'll let me stay in here a little longer? "Not yet."
"Vegeta, you're sick; I'm not going to let you wear yourself out any more than I all ready did." She tugged on his arm, then sighed, dropping her head on his shoulder. "Vegeta, you gotta work with me here, babe; I can't carry you."
He laughed at the image, then groaned as it made his nose tickle again. Damn it, must I be so sensitive?! "UhnCHH! Oww."
Bulma soothed him with another sweet kiss to the temple, though her voice was insistent. "Come on, babe. Just lift up a little so I can move the sheets."
That got his attention, and he looked up at her quizzically. "So you can what?"
"Move the sheets." It took her a moment, but once she understood the source of his confusion, she was laughing. "Vegeta, did you really think I would make you walk all the way down stairs while you're like this?"
In spite of himself, he found himself blushing as he nodded. "Of course."
"Silly Saiyan." She giggled, twining his tail in her hand as she shook her head. "Why would I do that?"
"Because I can't very well sleep with you." He protested.
"But we can have sex?" A blue brow was raised incredulously, though her hand still stroked his tail to keep him calm. "Vegeta, I don't take partners as lightly as you might think. I'll flirt with anybody, but I can count the ones who made it this far on one hand."
The feelings running through the prince were so foreign that he couldn't begin to put a name to them, but he felt hot and shaky and a little unsettled. "Then why.?"
"Why let you?" She paused, thinking this over carefully. "Because you're sexier than should be legal, because you're persistent, because you intrigue me, because you've become a part of my life." She shrugged. "Because it felt right."
Vegeta shivered, and was fairly sure it had nothing to do with his illness. "Bulma."
"C'mon, baby; under the covers before you get chilled." She smiled impishly. "I'll even hold you till you fall to sleep."
Put like that, he'd be a fool to refuse. Nodding, he forced his weakened body to rise enough to move up and then under the sheets. "Thank you."
"My pleasure." Sliding in beside him, she carefully tucked the sheets around his muscled form and made sure he had a pillow. "Comfy?"
"Within reason." He murmured, rubbing at his nose with a faint grimace as he realized it was getting tender. "But I seem to be missing a bed mate."
"Oh?" She made a show of looking around for someone. "Well, I don't see anyone."
"Imp." He growled, a smile tugging at his mouth as his tail wrapped around her trim waist and pulled her down against him. "I meant you."
"Oh." Sighing contentedly, she settled in against him, draping an arm over his waist and letting the other rest on his shoulder. After a long moment, she spoke hesitantly. "Why did you come to me? You could have had anyone."
"I've never wanted anyone." He murmured gruffly, but was unable to stay cool and aloof within her tender embrace. "At first, I was just teasing you; I enjoy fighting, and sparring verbally with you is as challenging as any physical fight Kakarott has given me. Perhaps even more enjoyable because you share my fire." He looked down with a faint smile. "Not many do."
"No, I wouldn't think so." She agreed; much as she hated to admit it, her temper was as bad or worse than Vegeta's. She just wasn't as violent when she got mad. "When did you stop teasing?"
"When you started begging me to leave with words and begging me to stay with everything else." He shifted, beginning to get aroused again at the memory. "No one had ever spoken to me like that before, and I liked it. A lot. It made me want to hear you ask me to stay. and you were so beautiful like that."
"Really?" Her voice came out in a hoarse whisper as her throat tried to close with emotion; I can't imagine how he made us think he was heartless. there is most definitely the heart of a lover entwined with the heart of this warrior.
"Truly." His fingertips began to trace her spine in his lightest touch as he continued quietly. "Watching you. You bring out something in me that I didn't know I had. When I saw you staring up at me like that, with your eyes shinning like two sapphire pools, something just clicked and all I could think was that I wanted you."
"As a lover?" She wouldn't mind; she just hoped he didn't mean a one-night stand. After seeing this side of him, she wasn't sure she could deal with that.
Beside her, Vegeta grew very still. Dare I tell her? He had no idea how she'd react. All he knew was that even with the rush of passion fading, he still wanted her. "As a mate."
Bulma gasped, feeling tears prick her eyes and closing them quickly. Oh my god. He wanted her as a mate. Be that wife or girlfriend, she wasn't sure, but she knew it was serious. He was serious. He wants me. Vegeta wants me. It was incredible.
But what did she want? Just a few months ago she had thought he was a monster. Just a few months ago he was a monster; for heaven's sakes, he killed Yamcha. Oh, and how sad she'd been. She hadn't even been going with him, two-timing jerk that he was, but he was still a good friend and they had a lot of history together. All Vegeta and I have are a few months. is that enough time to make a decision like this?
Beside her, Vegeta shifted, uncomfortable in her long silence; he hadn't realized how vulnerable he would feel, waiting for her response. And then he felt her tears, and they sent a shiver down his spine. What was I thinking? I killed her last mate! Why would she want me for more than. he shuddered strongly. No, he wouldn't say the word. This had been special, even if nothing more came of it. He would not ruin it by such thoughts.
But he would be gracious enough to get out of her bed like the prince he was. He'd likely get out of the house, too. I just need time to think.
Bulma was about to ask him if he was getting cold, feeling him shake against her, but was startled by him quickly rising and striding over to his clothes. "Vegeta?"
He ignored her, dressing as quickly as he could with his limited energy, praying he still had the strength to fly. I have to. That's all there is to it; I have to, so I will. That was the way he'd always been.
"Vegeta?" He heard her get up and skipped his armor, slipping his boots on and grabbing his gloves. "Vegeta, where are you going?"
"Out." His voice was rough, and he hoped she attributed it to his illness and not to the sudden ache in his chest.
"'Out'?!" He was already on his way to the window when her feet hit the floor; her voice held a note of panic. "Vegeta, you can't. you're sick."
"Woman, when I say I'm going, I'm going." He snapped, wincing when it came out harsher than he'd intended. Quickly he turned away to avoid the look of hurt confusion on her face. I don't need this. Summoning what remained of his normally colossal strength, he rose off the floor and shot out the window, leaving Bulma to stare after him in shock.
Vegeta.
THE WIND HAD NEVER BOTHERED Vegeta any of the times he'd flown before, but after five pathetic minutes in the air, he was freezing, his arms crossed over his broad chest as he shivered. This is ridiculous! It's not even cold out here. Shaking his head, he contemplated building a thin ki shield to keep him warm. I don't know if I can spare the energy. It'd be best not to risk it; heaven only knew what would happen if he suddenly didn't have the strength to fly, but he didn't want to find out.
He was well out of West City by now, and going in the opposite direction of the Son's. The last thing I need right now is to deal with Kakarott. Right now, he needed to be alone and meditate. And get warm. And get some sleep. Of course, the icy wind was what kept him from getting warm and from falling to sleep, which was all right as long as he was still in the air.
A sudden rush of dizziness told him he was unlikely to stay airborne much longer. Damn; he hadn't wanted to land so soon, but he could feel himself weakening. And he had learned that a fight with himself was not one he would likely win. All right. Have to land. before I. pass. out..
IT WAS PURE LUCK that Piccolo had passed through West City on his way back from visiting Gohan, and, sensing Vegeta flying like a bat out of hell, or actually, Bulma's house, chose to follow. No matter what Goku said, he still didn't trust the Saiyan prince and doubted he ever would.
However, he was not so unforgiving as to let the man fall when he realized that, for whatever reason, he was no longer using any energy to keep himself aloft and was quickly plummeting to the Earth. His own speed and his ability to stretch out his arms was the only reason he got to him in time.
The Saiyan being no lightweight, added to his reckless move, did not put the Namekian in anything even vaguely resembling a good mood, and his fangs were bared as he landed them. "Vegeta, are you nuts! What the hell did you think you were doing?!"
Given the prince's infamous temper, Piccolo had expected a heated reply. He had also expected the other man to pull himself up off the ground where he had been unceremoniously dumped. When neither happened, his temper waned. Something's wrong here. Approaching cautiously, he knelt and turned the prince over. He's. unconscious? Since when did a fighter of Vegeta's caliber get worn out by flying for a few minutes? Concerned, he rested a hand on his wrist and got a steady pulse. Frowning, he went to check and see if the prince had sustained a head injury.
Piccolo jerked his hand away on coming into contact with the Saiyan's blazing skin. Kami, he's burning up! Now thoroughly alarmed, he sat down and did a more detailed examination of his condition. It seemed he was quite ill. What does he think he's doing, running around like this? Not even Goku could stay up long running a fever this high.
Rocking back on his heels, the Namekian considered the situation. He supposed he could leave Vegeta there; he certainly didn't owe the man anything. Except a second chance. Goku had been kind enough to give him one, so he supposed Vegeta deserved one as well. I could just call Goku to come get him. Bulma could come get him. But he'd left Bulma's house in quite a hurry; odds are she wouldn't want to see him, and Kami knew he wouldn't respond well to Goku coming to his rescue. Guess I could just sit with him, then. There wasn't much else to do.
Sighing in resignation, Piccolo took off his cloak and draped it over the shivering prince, then went to get some things to start a fire.
BULMA WAS PACING in her bedroom, chewing nervously on her cell phone as she considered Vegeta's hurried departure. It was obvious she'd upset him. Maybe he thought I was rejecting him when I didn't say anything? If so, he was being an idiot; she'd just told him she didn't take lovers lightly, let alone 'mates', so why would she choose one without thinking it over first? Then again, he seemed pretty shaken up by the whole thing, and he was feeling vulnerable from being sick in the first place. It made sense that he would be self-conscious. But I told him I wanted to be with him, didn't I? Surely he understood our time together was special to me?
She sighed, going and flopping gracelessly on her bed. This wasn't the first time Vegeta had flown off, nor the first time that she suspected she was the reason he left. But it was the first time he'd been ill, exhausted and weak when he did so, and it made her nervous. What if something happens to him? What if he gets hurt, or gets caught in a storm, or starts feeling worse and can't fly home? She bit her lip, looking at the phone in her hand. Normally she'd never consider going after him, but now wasn't normal. Now he could very well be in danger - and so was their relationship until she set him straight.
Nodding, she quickly punched in a number, taking in a deep, steadying breath. "Chi Chi?"
IT WAS A DECENT TRIP from the Son's house to West City, but Goku was feeling much better and had his wife there in minutes. "Bulma?"
"Hey." She offered them a shaky smile. "Glad to see you're feeling better."
"Oh, me too. Being sick's no fun." The Super Saiyan made a face and his wife rolled her eyes.
"He's terrible when he's sick - a total child."
"And that's different how?" She asked mildly, unable to resist teasing in spite of the concern for Vegeta weighing heavily on her.
"Hey, I'm not that bad!" He protested, looking back and forth between his wife and childhood friend. "I'm not!"
"Hush and let us talk." Chi Chi admonished, turning serious. "You look upset. Did Vegeta do something?"
"Not like you're thinking." Bulma sighed, sitting down and gesturing for them to do the same. "We, um, kind of changed the dynamics in our relationship."
"Oh my god, you mean.?!" Chi Chi's eyes were wide in shock.
"Well, not totally. I mean, he's sick." She looked down, feeling a fresh wave of anxiety. "He wasn't exactly up to that, as much as we both wanted to."
It was at this point that the significance of her earlier words finally hit Goku, and he gasped. "Whoa, no way! You and Vegeta?!"
"I'll have you know he can be a perfect gentleman when he wants to." She snapped in the absent warrior's defense, earning a surprised look from Goku and an appraisal from his wife.
"You fell for him, didn't you?" She asked slowly. "This isn't just a fling; you're serious."
"Yeah, I think so." I just didn't tell him soon enough.
"What about him?" Goku asked suddenly, black eyes sharp. "He isn't just messing around, is he?"
"He said he wanted me for a mate." She whispered, half smiling even as her eyes teared again.
There was a long pause. "And you told him.?"
"I was thinking. It was kind of a shock. Up until tonight I'd had no idea he had such a tender side. I was just floored." Bulma sighed again, still not looking up. "I didn't say anything. and he left."
Chi Chi's expression went to instant sympathy as she folded the older woman in her arms. "Shh, oh, Bulma, I'm sorry."
Goku was not so calm. "He left?"
Bulma nodded, not daring to speak until she was sure her voice would be steady. "He put his suit on and flew out the window. I don't know where he went - he just said 'out'." She bit her lip, tears brimming her bright blue eyes as they turned to Chi Chi. "I think I hurt him, Chi Chi. I didn't mean to, but.."
"Idiot." Goku muttered, shaking his head. "He can be such an idiot! Kami, sometimes I don't know what I'm going to do with him!"
"It's not his fault, Goku. He was feeling vulnerable, and I just left him hanging." She felt awful saying it, but it was the truth. "And now he's out there, running off what little energy he's got left while he's sick. God, if anything happens to him I'll never forgive myself."
"Oh he'll be all right." Goku promised, giving her a quick smile. "I'll make sure of it."
"You'll bring him back?" She looked up, pleading.
"Sure will." He chuckled. "What, you thought I'd let him off the hook? No ma'am; he'll get his lil' tailed butt right back here and finish what he started if I have to get Kami to make him."
"Be gentle." Chi Chi ordered. "He means a lot to her, Goku; don't make anything harder for them."
"Right." He nodded with a sunny smile. "I'll go get some sensu beans."
"GOKU!"
"Kidding!" He chuckled, leaning forward and giving Bulma a chaste kiss on the forehead. "Don't worry, I'll bring your prince back home to you.
"Not like I'd dare hit him anyway; the sensu beans aren't even in season yet."
VEGETA BEGAN TO WAKE with the sensation of something tickling his nose. Oh, not again. I'm too tired for this, and my nose hurts, and - and his nose really didn't care; something was bothering it, and it wanted it out. "ehh. sniff ehhehh. ehhCHOO! Hitchoo! HihYISHHOO! Ihh-hishhh! sniff ugh. I hade thad."
"It certainly didn't sound like any fun." A familiar, deep voice mused.
Alarmed, Vegeta tried to move but found himself without the energy to do so. Oh no; I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere at the mercy of the Namekian? Given current events, that did not bode well. "Where are you?"
Instead of bothering to answer, Piccolo simply moved to sit in front of him, though a few feet away. "I was beginning to wonder if you were going to wake up or not."
The prince frowned at that, until he suddenly remembered the dizzy spell. "I blacked out?"
"And fell like a rock." He confirmed. "I caught'cha before you hit, but just barely. What were you thinking, coming out alone when you're like this?"
I was thinking I needed to get as far away from Bulma as possible. "That's none of your concern."
"You and blue eyes fight again?" He guessed, baring his fangs in an amused smirk. "I wouldn't be surprised. The lil' devil has quite a venomous tongue."
"You'll watch how you speak of her, Namek." He growled, angered by the barb.
Both green antennae came up in a fashion similar to exclamation points. "Well that's new; normally you're the first one to insult Bulma."
Vegeta winced at that. Yet another reason she probably didn't take me seriously. The more he thought about it, the more he realized there was very little reason for Bulma to want him. And that hurt.
Piccolo watched the proud Saiyan back down with hidden concern; this wasn't like Vegeta at all. Whether he was right or wrong, the prince always stood by his points; it wasn't like him to give in without a fight. "You're really feelin' miserable, aren't you?"
Vegeta grunted and forced himself to roll away so he didn't have to look at the Namekian. Truth was, he was feeling miserable; sick, and sore at heart. "Don't you have anything else to do?"
"Yeah."
"Then go do it!" He snapped, irritated.
"Not until I can figure out what I'm gonna do with you." Piccolo sighed. "Dunno, maybe I'm goin' soft. Maybe the kid's just gettin' to me. Whatever it is, I can't just leave you here when you're this sick."
"Gohan always said there was good in you."
"Goku?!" Piccolo whirled around, shocked.
"Kakarott." Vegeta groaned, burying his face in his arm. Kami, I don't need this.
The Super Saiyan descended slowly from where he'd been floating above them, his soft boots hardly making a sound as he landed and walked over to his comrades. "Is this a private camping trip, or can I join in?"
"Does it matter what I say?" Piccolo returned.
"Well, yeah; if you send me away, you have to bring him back to Bulma's."
That got Vegeta's attention. "I am not going back to Bulma's."
The way Goku instantly went serious was enough to capture Piccolo's attention as well. "Oh yes you are."
Vegeta didn't care how serious he was. "No I am not."
"You are, whether you like it or not." Goku growled, dark eyes narrowing. "Bulma called us, guilt-ridden and scared to death over you running off; when I left she was in tears. Now, you have one of two choices. One, if you care about her at all, you can be a man and get back there and patch things up or two, if you don't care about her and you were just using her, I am going to turn you into a bloody stain on the ground."
Piccolo choked; he'd never heard Goku threaten someone, hadn't thought the man even knew how to. But judging by that look he's got, he'll do just what he said. That he knew; Goku never made a promise he didn't intend to keep. "I'd go with the first one, Vegeta."
Vegeta would have been stunned to hear Goku finally talking like a Saiyan, had not the words preceding the threat held his attention entirely. Instead, he merely stared as what little color he'd had left drained from his face. "She's crying?"
Goku nodded gravely. "Damn right. Now, what's it gonna be?"
There was no question for Vegeta. "Take me to her."
BULMA HAD NOT CALMED DOWN since Goku had left. "What if he doesn't want to come back? What if he changed his mind? What if -"
"What if the sun blew up?" Chi Chi interjected, giving her a faint smile. "Bulma, 'what if's aren't going to help anything and they just make you feel worse."
"I know, but -"
"Bulma, if he loves you, he'll come back." She assured her. "If he doesn't, you wouldn't have wanted him anyway."
"I can't imagine ever not wanting him, now that I do." She murmured, blinking back sudden tears. "Oh, Chi Chi. he's something else; you never would have believed it. he's so gentle and sweet.."
"You're right; if it was anybody but you telling me, I wouldn't." The younger woman agreed, sighing, then turned. "Goku?"
Bulma turned quickly as a knock was heard. "Vegeta?!"
The Super Saiyan had landed just outside the door, which his wife quickly opened, gasping sharply. "Kami. what happened?"
"He's sick. Very sick." Sighing heavily, Goku shifted the smaller man with a frown. "Bulma, where can I lay him down? He needs. I don't even know what all he needs - he couldn't even stay conscious past the first five minutes, which he spent shaking like a leaf."
Bulma's mind whirled as she thought. "Um. my room. Put him in my room." It's where he belongs.
"Right." With a burst of alien speed, Goku flashed past them, so fast he appeared to have disappeared. The women were fast on his heels.
"Chi Chi, I need your help; what do you do for a sick Saiyan?"
"Treat him like you would a human and pray for a quick recovery." Her smile was strained. "Unfortunately, we don't have any knowledge of what Saiyans did when they got sick."
"If." Goku corrected her, already stripping Vegeta down to his basic garments. "Vegeta said Saiyan's don't get sick, so my guess is, we're immune to almost everything."
"Great. Just great." She sighed. "Ok, Goku, go get some water and juice from the kitchen, and a cold compress; Chi Chi, could you get me my emergency kit? It's the blue capsule in the bathroom cabinet."
As the pair left, she went and closed the window, then came back and sat by his side, gently laying her palm on his hot forehead. Oh Vegeta, how'd you get like this? Nothing ever gets you down.
"Here, Bulma." Chi Chi offered the thermometer first, looking through the various medicines with a frown; she'd hesitated to use medicine, not knowing how the Saiyan's system would react, but there were a few she knew had helped Gohan. "This should ease his fever, if it really gets out of hand."
"Is 108° 'out of hand'?" She asked shakily, looking up with fearful eyes.
"It's about the same as 102° for a human." Goku informed her, coming in with a tray of items. "Our normal temperature is slightly higher than yours."
That's right. Bulma sighed, remembering when she'd found that out - Goku had still been a child then. I must really be shaken up not to remember that. "Right. That's still too high, though. Did you bring the compress?"
"I brought three cloths and one bowl of ice water." The young hero announced, nodding to his tray. "And I've got. let's see: a pitcher of ice water, a glass of orange juice, some of those icky cough-drops Chi Chi would always give me and a couple handkerchiefs."
She couldn't help but smile at him; even in this, he takes care of us. "Thanks."
"No prob; like I said, being sick's no fun." He wrinkled his nose in distaste. "Do you know if he has a sore throat? He didn't say, and Piccolo didn't know."
"What was he doing with Piccolo?!" Chi Chi and Bulma asked in unison.
"Piccolo saw him leave and got suspicious, so he followed him and when Vegeta passed out -"
"He fainted?" Bulma paled, almost dropping the cloth she was wringing out back into the water bowl.
"Yeah; I think he over-exerted himself." No big surprise; the idiot just doesn't know when to give up. He smiled fondly. Of course, neither do I. "Anyway, Piccolo saved him from crashing and kept him warm until I arrived. I guess Gohan was right: there is a softie in there somewhere, huh?"
"There must be, if he was willing to look after Vegeta." Chi Chi muttered, then blushed. "No offense, Bulma..."
"None taken. I understand completely." She would have to get Gohan to convey her thanks to the Namekian. "You were saying something about a sore throat?"
"Oh yeah. I just wondered if you wanted me to get him some ice chips to suck on? They help sometimes."
"Maybe once he wakes up." Bulma sighed, shaking her head. And what do I do until then? I've never taken care of someone this sick. Sure, she'd babied Yamcha through a few cases of the sniffles, but that was more like kids playing doctor; Puar took care of him when he got really sick. "Do you think it's just a cold?"
"Probably." Chi Chi nodded, not wanting to worry her friend with the possibility that the Saiyan's ailment likely had grown worse from his little escapade. "Just let your instincts lead you, Bulma."
She nodded, wiping the sweat off Vegeta's brow before resting the chilled cloth there, frowning as the coldness made him shiver. Poor baby. Sighing again, she looked up at her friends with a weary smile. "Ok. I think I can do this. You two can go home if you want."
Goku frowned. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah. Chi Chi's right; my instincts will see me through, and if they don't, I can call you guys back." She bit back a smirk, trying to put it tactfully. "And when he wakes up, I think it would be best if we were alone."
Chi Chi's eyes sparkled. "And Gohan will wonder where we are."
No matter how innocent he was, Goku picked up on enough of the unsaid not to press the issue. Picking up his wife, he offered his friend a gentle smile. "All right. Call me if he even thinks about doing anything that stupid again, all right?"
Bulma nodded, but didn't give her word; she had a feeling that it wasn't a good idea to use Goku to threaten Vegeta. She chuckled, watching them go. I wonder if Vegeta and I could ever be that close? She hoped so.
A soft moan caught her attention as Vegeta stirred beside her, shivering strongly beneath the blankets and murmuring something in a foreign tongue. It seemed his throat was irritated, as his already deep voice came out lower and harsh, finally sending him into a fit of violent coughs that shook the bed and tore at her heart. Vegeta. Shushing him by reflex, she shifted into a better position, laying a few pillows on her lap before lifting him up and resting his head there.
The position seemed to ease his breathing, as the coughing fit came to an end, followed by another pained moan. Gently rubbing his throat, she tried coaxing his mouth open. "Here, babe; try and drink a little. It'll help."
After dribbling some down his chin, she managed to get him to down a little of the water, which seemed to help. Pleased, she took one of the handkerchiefs and wiped his face, then settled back against the bed, absently stroking the long, spiky hair, prepared to stay with him as long as he needed.
BULMA HADN'T REALIZED SHE'D DOZED until she was jolted awake by another fierce coughing fit that was much harder to calm. She wasn't sure how long it had been before he drew in a shaky breath with only a weak cough following, frozen as his dark eyes dragged open. "Bulba?!"
Spell of silence broken, she smiled. "You're awake."
"Where.? How'd I ged bag here?" He asked, sitting up quickly, only to groan, pressing a hand to his head.
"Hey, easy!" Alarmed, she reached out and steadied him, forcing his fever-glazed eyes to look back at hers. "Goku brought you home; you collapsed shortly after you left and you've gotten a lot sicker."
The prince frowned in confusion. "Why was he lookig for be?"
"I sent him after you." Normally this would've sent Vegeta into a rage. Instead, his frown only deepened.
"Why?"
"Why?" She stared at him, shocked; he really doesn't have a clue. "Because I was worried sick! Vegeta, get it through your thick skull - I care about you! If anything had happened to you, it would have killed me."
He blinked at her, stunned. "You. really.? But. I thought.."
"You thought wrong." She all but growled, glaring at him. "And if you hadn't been such an idiot and run off, I would have told you so."
Vegeta stared, trying to make sense of her words through the thick fog covering his feverish mind. She cares that much. "Bulba, I. ehh." he winced, not wanting to sneeze again, both ruining the moment and hurting his already stinging nose, "ehh. sniff ehhhishhoo! YihhISHHOO! AHHishhh!"
Instantly, Bulma softened; there was just something about how he winced in pain from just touching his nose, when he could grin while being pummeled by Goku. I guess even Vegeta's got a few weak spots. Sighing softly, she took one of the hankies the other Saiyan had left and tenderly wiped his reddened nostrils. "Shh, easy. You're all right."
"I cad't breade." He sniffled again, muffling a sneeze against his fist with a shiver. ". sorry."
"Not a problem, Vegeta; you know that." Wiping his nose again, she paused. "Do you want to blow?"
He shook his head, grimacing. "D'o, by doze all ready hurds so buch."
"It'll help you breathe." She reminded him. "Of course, I could get a vaporizer, but that's likely to make you sneeze more."
"Id woud ligely bake by doze rud, add thed I'd have to blow id." He sniffed, crinkling his nose. ". id's tiglig."
"Your choice: blow or sneeze."
"I dod't wadt to do either." He snuffled, rubbing gingerly beneath his flaring nostrils.
"I don't think that's one of your choices." Judging by his expression, he had just lost his other choice as well; waiting so long to decide had given the tickle in his nose time to get bigger, and his eyes were already beginning to close. "Here."
Vegeta whimpered softly as she closed the handkerchief over his nose. "Dod't! Id. ehh. id hurds."
"I know, babe, I know." She soothed, caressing his tail with her other hand as it flicked back and forth anxiously. "Just let them come. I'll take care of you."
"N. d-dod't wadt t-to." He protested weakly, broad chest already expanding with his nearly silent build-up, almost pouting as he looked at her. "Bulba.."
It was amazing; even ill, Vegeta could melt her with just a look. "Oh, Vegeta. don't look at me that way. I can't help it any more than you can."
"Dot true." He sniffled, still fighting the urge to sneeze. "You bake be feel better."
Bulma blushed, smiling. "You make me feel pretty good, too. But I'd feel even better if you'd quit being so stubborn and just -"
"haaASHHHIISSSH!" Vegeta snapped forward with a sudden, strong sneeze, straightening with a quiet groan. "Ohh. thad hurd. snnniiifff! Bud I deeded thad."
"That, a good dose of cold medicine and a lot more sleep." Bulma announced, but was not allowed to rise, caught by the titanium cable he called a tail. "Vegeta -"
"Dod't wadt you to go." He muttered, sniffling a moment before pulling her to him and resting his head on her chest. "Wadt you with be."
"I was going to come back." She grumbled, settling down and petting his long black hair.
"Dod't wadt you to go." He repeated firmly, rubbing one hot cheek against her stomach. "You're by bate, wobad; you'll stay by my side."
"Your mate." She agreed, smiling as her heart filled with his words.
"By bate add by queed." He murmured, yawning, his arms wrapping around her and his tail gently swishing by his side. "I shall wide yawn I shall have to tell Kakarodd add his brad. they fidally have a queed."
With that, the Saiyan prince allowed himself to give in to his body's demands, drifting off to sleep with a smile on his face and his new mate in his arms.
I love to know what people think, what they liked, what they didn't - it helps me grow as a writer, and motivates me to write more. Especially since I think I'm starting off a new fandom, as far as sneezefics go. (Suggestions and bunnies also welcome! *grins*) Contact me at: mewlings@yahoo.com
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A/N: Does anyone else do DBZ sneezefic? I couldn't find any, but I'd love to read some.