This Had To Happen...(Sooner or later) by Hyza *** www.fanficworld.cjb.net *** I never tought I would write something like this when I first become a fanfic writer. It's not like me to peep in others personal life. But this time, will yell higher, and here am I, showing to who want to see, my perspective of what happend in Bulma and Vejiita's first night. Two warnings: for those who imagine the above mentioned characters had a quick and rough first time, you may get dissapointed, and there is adult situations in the story. So if you don't fell like to read romance or lemon, don't read this story. *** Bulma stayed until late in her lab, finishing some new gadget, endured by her theories. She yawned twice. It was her body warning her bedtime arrived. She also noticed her complaining stomach, she ate almost nothing at dinner time caused by her enthusiasm on this new contrivance.Well, before went to sleep, she would pass through the kitchen and prepare herself a snack. She left her lab, shuting everything behind her and headed towards the kitchen, straight to the fridge. Meanwhile, the sound of doors startled her, but there was no reason for that. At such hour and if the alarm didn't shoot it only could be one person, pardon, one alien, she mused smiling to herself, suddenly feeling an unconfortable yet pleasant chill, which surprised her the most, however she tried to supress it and turned her attention to what she was doing. Vejiita stopped at the kitchen's entrace, staring at her, frowning has allways, arms folded in his chest. He was wearing a black tights and white boots, she noticed, in a quick glimpse she throw at him. He looked tired, and no doubt hungry. "Er...Hi. Long time you didn't show yourself!" She greeted him, smiling and tried to hide, even from herself, a new wave of sensations. She had no ideia where did them came from, could she fell any kind of attraction for this being? The worst, it seemed, was an affirmative answer. Where the hell did she get such feelings for a man without soul, whose arrogance and evil where size of the universe, and an icelike heart which showed no mercy to anyone. Yet so alone and lost in this world... He had not spoken a word to her yet. Damn the man. Well, she would keep on. "Are you hungry? I can prepare something for you." He hadn't moved an inch yet, stubborn man, always ignoring her, and Heavens, if she hated that! *Damn, and I tought she was asleep. I have to become aware of her presence.* Vejiita mused, knowing her bedtime had already passed. The want of avoid her flew. Three months had pass since he started to shuned her, more specific, since that stupid incident, outside de Capsule Corporation Headquarters, sorrounded by remains what left from the gravity machine, where Bulma helped and conforted him. No one, until that day, had done this for him. After that, strange fellings started to ravage his soul. Yet he was able to keep them away from his mind, while he was occupied in his preparation for the cyborgs arrival, concerned only in getting stronger and powerful day after day, he just showed himself when it was stricly necessary...But here he was...*Well, I will not turn back now...* So he slid into the kitchen. "I presume you are hungry... But it looks like to me you are not willing to say it!" Her voice sounded a little more rough than before. He started to raid the fridge near to her. Bulma snaped him and somehow, manage to get him away. "Just sit there and wait a little." She ordered him, pointing to a chair. Sullen, he sat with unquestionable obedience. "I don't need you to do this... I am quite capable of doing it by myself!" Finally Bulma heard his voice. "Oh! I don't doubt that...I just don't want to find the mess I find every morning when I first come here!!" Bulma told him, while she prepared the meals. She heard him hunf-ed and smiled to herself. *She's impossible. Why can't I just get her off?* Then again, something stopped him. He could not find a reasonable answer for acting like this when she was arround. It was very annoying, the fact of him being helpless in her hands. He tought he probablly was getting mad for staying so much time in this planet. But no...Whatever he was feeling came from his subconscious and he knew there was something more, even despite all his efforts to deny it. In the meantime, Bulma had set the table with a lot of food. She knew already Vejiita's dissatisfied stomach, and no matter how much food she place in front of him he would eat it all. She had never seen a someone eating so much besides Gokou, there was no doubt they where from an alien planet. When she finished, she took a seat in front of him, at the other side of the table, with her meal, and watch him while he waste all the food, but not so fast like the other occasions she'd seen him eat. "You look tired. You should get some sleep after you finish." Bulma sugested. "Training so hard can kill you before the cyborgs comming." She added amused. "Could you shut up?" Vejiita snaped. "Uh!...At least I made you speak." She retort at him, sarcastically. A snort "I don't need you to tell me what to do! I do whatever I want, whenever I want to!" Vejiita grumbled betwin his teeth. "Oh believe me...When you get up from there you will only wish a bed to lay on. Even if it just for a couple of hours." She spoke to him soft voiced. He hunf-ed again, Vejiita didn't wanted to admit but she was right, he was so beaten up he barely stand in his feet and after a meal like that was worst, he certanly would need some rest before resume his training. Bulma finish her food and started to clean up the empty dishes from the table and stucked them in the washing machine. He waited until she finish and followed her through the house without a word. Was his silence that distress Bulma the most. When they reach the bathroom door Bulma stopped. Vejiita had a grim look on his face. "This is not the bedroom!" He muttered. "I know that. Inside. NOW!" Bulma raised her forefinger and aimed at the bathroom's inside and Vejiita stepped in, followed by her, whom went to the closet to fetch a towel and a pair of trousers for him and left the room. Once again, under the warm water spray, Vejiita tried to remove those nonsense fellings that where tormenting him, but he realised the power of Bulma's presence or simply her memory brought to his ruthless soul of deadly warrior a strange and confortable quiet. He wanted badly remove whatever he was felling for her from him, yet he couldn't and it seem getting stronger at the moment. He should never left the gravity machine tonight, he mused, and turned off the water. Bulma was ouside the bathroom, waiting for Vejiita to came out to send him to his bedroom. She moved at the sound of open doors but she had not expect him to step outside so quickly and bumped on him slightly and startled stepped back, and unconsiouly she stare at him head to toe, feeling the affected flesh in the collision burn. She had to admit Vejiita's body was incredibly beautiful...Even his stern look...And those white pijama trousers suit him greatly. When her eyes met his, Vejiita was watching her so intensly, his eyes darken than the usual, she felt an ache in her chest and a cold fit ran her spine, causing her a blushed face and a sudden warm whitin her. Bulma bit her tongue and walked away, followed by Vejiita, which was eqqually affected with the moment's ago tension, yet he didn't reveal it. "What about my clothes?" Vejiita asked her, breaking the silence betwin them, while Bulma opened the bedroom's door. She galanced at him, " Don't worry, they will be here by morning." Then she left and Vejiita watched her disapear in the ample corridor, cursing himself by having such reactions to this bossy and annoying human woman, yet so beautiful and able to take him from his sounded mind. Vejiita grimaced *Ahhh....Stop think such nonsense. You are the greatest and insensible warrior from all the universe, to whom the only think that really matters is power, strengh and respect, not some stupid human emotion.* And he entered in the bedroom, closing the door behind him and stepping close to the bed were he layed down. A few hours of sleep would certanlly bring back his mental sanity. *** Bulma took a slow bath and tried to focus her mind on the night's events. She had not realised yet how deep she was getting involved with Vejiita, it never had cross her mind fall for a guy like him, so she'd never paid a great deal of attention to him, and of course, she had Yamucha...Yamucha. She didn't know why but she think she was getting weary on him. Because of two things: he was unable to decide whether marry her or leaving her, because she didn't want him stuck on her for the rest of their lives like that. Also after his death and subsequent resurrection he became unfamiliar to her, he was no longer Yamucha she'd meet when she was younger, he even became jealous in these latest months. She suspect it was because of Vejiita's presence in Capsule Corp. 24 hours a day. Bulma found that very annoying. Yet, he was away, training somewhere else, and due to Vejiita's closeness, she somehow did get attatched to him, *Unconsiously*, she mused, how could a sane woman like her love that man, pardon, that whell of sitordcoming, which has no feelings for nobody else but himself. Bulma sulked and got out from the bathtub, dried herself and puted on a silk nightgown and a robe and went to fetch a new training outfit for Vejiita. He'd ruined all the ones he'd dressed before, so she made new ones, much more resistent then the others. *** Bulma walked through the corridor and steped siently into Vejiita's bedroom. It was drifed in lull, tenuously iluminated by the city lights. He hadn't disarranged the bedclothes, he simply lain on. Impulsively, Bulma came closer to the bed and stare at him, the pale light was enough to see him clearly. He sensed her comming, still he did not opened his eyes or reveal evidences from being awake. Vejiita's look never change, it seemed. Even asleep he frowned. Bulma notice again how beautiful his body was and found it impossible not to touch. In a moment she sat on the edge of the bed and place her right hand upon his chest, sligthly, and slowly slid it upwards. His skin was warm and smooth and his sculptural frame was due the perfect hard muscles underneeth his skin. Vejiita did not move, yet he did what he could to not react at her touch. Bulma raised from the bed and scanned the room in search for a chair to leave his clothes on. Then, when she move in order to leave Vejiita's bedroom, warm sat at her back. Bulma frozed in place, wide open blue eyes. Vejiita was standing right behind her, yet he was not touching her. Bulma flushed and tried to remain calm, breathing slowly and deep. Gently, he untied her robe noose almost without touching her, and with a soft flick in her shoulders, the robe fell down at their feet. Suddenly he placed both hands in her back, making Bulma feel her skin inflame and she tried to watch him in the corner of her eye, unsucessfully. Vejiita moved his hands to her sides, caressing her skin and slowly slid them down, resting them in Bulma's hips, then in her belly. He rested his face in her shoulder and clasped her in his strong arms. She bented her back a little and felt her heart in her troath, still not beliving what was happening in there. With his face, Vejiita puted away her wet hair from the back of her neck and caressed her soft skin with his warm lips. Bulma slowly turn herself in his embrace to face him and started kiss him gently in his ear, then in his cheek and felt him tense when she was about to kiss him in his lips...and when she did it, Vejiita tightened his hug arround her slender body, taking her breath away for a moment and making her circled his neck in her arms fiercly, felling her inner temperature raising, and since she had surprisely came this far with Vejiita, she would continue, and wraped her legs arround his waist. Vejiita carryed her towards the bed and sat on it, with her, and slowly descended his hands through her sides until her thights and slid his again, upwards now, bringing Bulma's nightgown along, revealing her body. *What is happening to me?* Vejiita asked himself. Being with Bulma like this were the most strange thing that ever happened to him, caused by one instinct he tought it would never reveal to him, at least not like this, so sensual... And certnley it was that mencioned instinct was making him act so strangely to himslef. He had never felt anything like this before, so he wasn't sure how to deal with it...He would try to do his best. And right now, Vejiita did not wanted to think about getting stronger, or archive power, even defeat the cyborgs and Kakarotto along. He just wanted to be there, with that fragile creature which no fear him, just wanted him the way he was and for the first time, Vejiita wanted to be want. All he could think was to calm down himself, to lower his power, to pace his soul and mind to not hurt her. Bulma put her hands on Vejiita's thights, then tried to take off his pijama trousers, so he lain her on the bed, standing on the top of her and helped her. Then Vejiita resumed undressing her and when he finally finished, he glanced at her beautiful body. He leaned over her again and caressed her, wherever his lips could reach, gently. Bulma groaned ligthly reacting at his touches. Vejiita get slightly nervous when become aware the moment had come, but that didn't stopped him and Bulma gasped when she felt him inside her and clutched her limbs arround him, relishing his gentle movements on her. He changed his rhytm subtly, sometimes faster, others slower, yet tenderly all the time. Bulma's moans mingled with his, filling the bedroom with soft pleasurable sounds. After a while, Vejiita stopped, and still keeping him inside her, roll to his back so Bulma stayed on the top, kneeling astride his pelvis. Vejiita grasped her thights and Bulma pressed her hands in his stomach and began to move on him. What she was felling was incredible and considering Vejiita's look, he was felling the same. Bulma bented over him and started to nibble his face and his neck and noticed they both were already all bathed in sweat. Suddenly, he arched upwards from the bed with Bulma still in his lap, his hands still griping her hips and resumed himself her movements. Bulma kept caressing him. Her response was great, like he never tought it would be. The sounds she was making in his ears were affecting him deeply. The noises he was used to provoke on those who came arround him were pain, sufferer, agony and anger moans...Everthing but plesurable... Those were moans he likeed the most to ear, until now... This was completly new to him, cause pleasurable moans in one being, and strange too, because they were completly the exact opposite and they both delight him. And more he ear them, more he liked, more he strain to do them. And that means bringing more pleasure for her and for him as well. Vejiita felt Bulma shivering under his hands, and after a while, and sensing something comming, he lain Bulma again and went harder on her, yet still careful to not hurt her. He had never felt his body like this before. He was consumed by a painful heat increasing intensively. When he felt he was loosing himself and Bulma too, it seemed, judjing by her going, he bented his head to Bulma's, and waited for the last second to whisper huskly and breathless in Bulma's ear: "I want you..." And he let himself go. Bulma only murmured his name and clunged to him desperatly, while waves of pure pleasure hit her body, one after another. "Vejiita..." She almost felt faint and cried out. She still could notice him panting after a stifle cry in her neck, pressing her, under the weight of his body. When they settled, Vejiita covered them with the sheets and wraped his arms arround Bulma thightly, staring at the bedroom's ceiling, then, when he finally made his mind, he asked her, low and soft voiced: "Did I hurt you?" He didn't move his gaze. Bulma blinked surprised. "No..." His sudden and surprisingly question took her attention, so she asked, not sure of hear an answer. "Why did you ask?" No answer, as Bulma suspected, but unexpectedly ... "I have never been with a women before...And if that wasn't enough, your body seems to break if I touch it too hard." Bulma grined and smoothed her hand in his chest, "You did wonderful." She whispered in his ear, " How did it felt like to you?" She dared to ask. No answer this time. "I am going to sleep now. I'm tired. Pherhaps I would already be asleep this moment if you didn't woke me ." Vejiita said, lazily, closing his eyes. Bulma gigled at his unexpected comment. She knew he wouldn't answer her straight...*Well, that does not matter right now* She mused. Several minutes passed when Vejiita's voice was eared again, softer than before. Opening his eyes again..."I really hate you for making me have feelings like these." and shut his eyes again. Amazed, Bulma raised her head a little and opened her mouth to speak, but she didn't couldn't find anything to retort at him, so she rested her head again in his shoulder, smilling to herself. Then she snuggled into him and fell sleep. *** Vejiita woke up with the first rays of sunshine and Bulma in his arms, still asleep. "Women, what have you done to me..." He tought kissing her forehead and smoothing her hair. The only thing Vejiita could identify with last night was a fight, different only in one thing, in this fight there were no winner or loser...They both win. Then he released her and himself from the embrace and raised from the bed, searching for his clothes. He dressed quickly and went to the window, turning his head to face her one last time and then, opening the window, he flew to the gravity machine. Bulma rouse alone a few hours later. She opend her eyes and saw Vejiita clothes she'd left in the chair where gone. She regreted not awake when he left. *He woke up early and left...I'll see him later.* She lift from the bed, puted on her robe and left to her own bedroom, meditating about last night, and Vejiita and herself...And she decided to promisse to herself, despite what could happen betwin them, she would never let him feel tied to her. She was starting to know him and it was the most wise path to follow if she wanted to make him stay around. Bulma smiled to herself and bit her lip, recalling Vejiita's remarkable performence last night. Bulma knew it took to him little effort to kill her, he could crush her by just thighten a little bit his embrace. But he had been surprisingly gentle with her, always aware of her tenderness. One last question left to answer..."How the hell am I going to face him now?" ~The End~ (The rest u already know ^_~)