Lower Instinct - beginning of vegebul (+ gochi, tienlaunch)

Where is my dress? (vegebul)

A trail of damp, sandy footprints marked Bulma's homecoming. Cold and soaked from the rain, she walked barefoot through the wide, dark hallways of her house. She left the lights off on purpose because she felt like a drowned poodle and was sure she looked like one too. All she really wanted now was to get rid of her wet clothes and leave this evening behind as quickly as possible.
But when she passed the dining room, she stopped. She leaned sideways into the room and then hit the light switch, only to stare bitterly at the table setting once more. She saw the cold food, the empty plates and the burnt out candles. And she herself felt kind of cold, empty and burnt out...
Her anger at Yamcha had turned to deep disappointment now that she was alone. But at least that dull feeling, that had come over her more and more recently when she thought about him, was gone once and for all. All the doubts, all the worries were meaningless now. No one had to be accountable to the other and from now on everyone could do whatever they wanted.
But that seemed like poor consolation to Bulma at the moment.
Slowly she had moved towards the table and now stood in front of it, sighing heavily. She let her gaze wander over the plates, the glasses and the... wine bottle? That's right, she had bought it especially for Yamcha and herself.
She had her hands on the tabletop and was tempted to open the bottle. Maybe a sip of wine would wash away her touchy-feely thoughts? Or at least help her get tired? Anyway, a little glass probably wouldn't hurt. Or even two. Or three...

About an hour later, Bulma had drunk the entire bottle of wine on her own. Meanwhile her hair and clothes were completely dry. She rested her elbows on the table and rubbed her eyes wearily. And when she finally wanted to get up, her body immediately signaled that the wine hadn't been a great idea after all. Especially not on an empty stomach. Because despite all the cooking for Yamcha, she hadn't eaten a single bite today.
"Oops...?" she mumbled to herself, confused. "B-But I only had one gl-glass..." She eyed the one glass on the table with her head tilted.
She didn't usually get drunk alone, because being drunk was a lot more fun in company. But Bulma didn't feel like company tonight. She just wanted to go to bed now.
Far from purposeful, she stumbled out of the dining room and then walked down the long, dark corridor. This time she would have liked to turn on the light, but unfortunately she was absolutely unable to find the right light switch.
So she felt her way along the walls and when she finally arrived at her room, she entered and closed the door behind her. A streetlamp threw its pale, cold, white light through the window. Still standing at the door, Bulma pushed down the straps of her dress, dropped it on the floor and then stumbled ungallantly towards her bed. She almost tripped over her own feet, but just managed to catch herself.
With both hands she felt for the edge of the bed and then carefully sat down on it. She had to sit for a moment and put her hands over her eyes because she felt so dizzy. She definitely needed a good night's sleep now! And right after that, probably a headache pill...
Finally she just fell over from her sitting position and then lay close to the edge of the bed. She almost fell asleep there too, but since she was only wearing her underwear, she began to freeze. So she raised her arm and groped behind her to grab her bed covers.
And she was far too tired and drunk to realize that she'd inadvertently touched someone while doing this.
That she wasn't alone in her bed.
That this wasn't even HER bed!
She finally got a tip of the blanket and began awkwardly pulling on it. When she felt resistance, she pulled it harder again. But since that was not successful either, she let out a resigned sigh...

...and then just fell asleep. Tiredness finally got the better of her.
Her bed neighbor, on the other hand, had been woken up by the annoying tugging on his blanket. He was also lying on his side, so they both had their backs to each other. And despite thedistance between them, he could clearly feel her body warmth on his back. With a grim expression, Vegeta now looked back over his shoulder and in the pale light of the lantern he could see her body next to him. Her... half-naked body.
//What the hell...?! What is she thinking?!// he wondered angrily.
But apparently Bulma didn't think anything, because she was already fast asleep. Her quiet breathing caught Vegeta's ears and the smell of alcohol filled his nostrils. He was still lying on his side, his torso twisted slightly sideways now, staring over his shoulder at her. Judging by the look on his face, he was incredibly upset that she had just laid in bed with him. And that only in her underwear!
But for some reason he didn't make a fuss about it. For some reason he just stared at her in silence. His eyes followed her curves, accentuated most favorably in the lantern light, while suspicion seemed to freeze his face. And when the question of what to do now opened up in his head, a bead of sweat formed on his forehead...

"Mmh..." Bulma let out a soft groan as she blinked her eyes open. Then she immediately had to put a hand in front of her eyes because the morning sun was shining directly on her face. "W-What the...?"
At first she looked around a bit disorientated and when she realized where she was, the confusion didn't want to leave her face. Because that morning she did not find herself in her bed, as she had expected, but on her deck chair! Outside on the large terrace!
As she slowly tried to rise to the sitting position, the blanket slipping off her shoulders and she immediately felt her headache.
"Ouch," she groaned unhappily, then rubbed her temples with her head bowed. And from this angle she noticed her unusual night clothes. Why the heck was she lying outside on the terrace in only her underwear? Had she seriously settled down here to sleep?
She could hardly remember and first had to collect her thoughts, trying hard to mentally review the previous evening... And then she remembered the bottle of wine.
//I must have been drinking too much,// she thought. //Why didn't I go to my room? Gosh, I hope no one saw me...//
She slowly turned sideways and then put both feet on the floor. She stayed like that for a moment, hands on either side of her, looking down at her bare feet. She flexed her toes and watched the last bits of sand trickle off them. Inevitably she had to think of Yamcha... But she quickly pushed that thought aside. After all, her head was already hurting enough - as she felt again as she stood up.
"Oof..." One hand pressed against her forehead she finally got up with her eyes narrowed. Then she grabbed the blanket from the deck chair to cover herself with and walked towards the terrace door.
Luckily no one was up that early in the morning, so she was able to sneak unnoticed into her room. Once there, she took a quick look around, because somehow she couldn't help but ask herself, "Where is my dress actually?"
She thought she vaguely remembered taking it off before bed. But she also thought she remembered lying down in her bed afterwards... And where did she wake up instead?
Finally she let out a resigned sigh. "Well, however," she said with a shrug. "I probably would have thrown it away anyway..."
Because thanks to her espionage action in the prickly undergrowth, the beautiful dress had been completely ruined anyway. Only now did Bulma notice the small scratches on her skin and before she could be reminded too much of the situation on the sports field, she decided to wash and dress... and finally take a damned headache pill!

So while Bulma had only just gotten up, Vegeta had been going about his daily training in the gravity room for hours. And for some reason he was doing it particularly aggressively today. With a grim expression, he performed one-handed push-ups, which he counted over 9,000 so early in the morning!
He was in a really bad mood and his bad mood spurred him on to top performance - even though he had hardly slept.
For once it wasn't Kakarot who served as the trigger for his rampant motivation. No, another person was threatening to take his place behind Vegeta's forehead. And he wanted to prevent that at all costs!
How he hated it when his thoughts were beyond his control. So he tortured his body to paralyze his mind, because he didn't want to think anymore - certainly not about HER! Never before had he let anyone get so close without at least letting them feel his Galick gun! He was so angry! Especially about himself...

After getting up, Vegeta sat on the edge of the bed for a moment and took a deep breath. Ans when he finally got up, he opened the window at first, the cool night air immediately entering his room and making his hair sway. He turned around again and when his face was hidden in shadow his eyes seemed to glare menacingly out of it. He fixed his gaze on his bed and then slowly began to walk around it.
He had resolved not to hesitate at all, didn't want to look at her for long - now that he could see her frontal. He reached out to her, but hesitated, clenching and unclenching his fists. He bared his teeth, his eyebrow twitching aggressively.
He had to touch her now but didn't know exactly how to do it. After all, she was half-naked, this vulgar woman! And despite his resolve, his grim gaze wandered over her body, over her curves, lingered for a moment on her crotch, then on her breasts, which were delightfully accentuated by her side lying. He looked into her face, studied her fine features and hung briefly on her lips... which gave off a slight smell of alcohol.
Vegeta wrinkled his nose in disgust. And finally, he unclenched his fists, bent down a bit and then slipped his hands under her body. Her skin was incredibly soft and warm.
//Kch. Shit, no way! // he immediately reprimanded himself. He definitely didn't want to develop any positive feelings for this annoying woman!
So he quickly picked her up and took her in his arms, then her head tilted to the side and leaned on his shoulder. Vegeta let the air out through his nose, which resembled a grim sigh. He had closed his eyes annoyed.
Without further ado, he then decided on an alternative carrying method, because this one was clearly too intimate for him. So he threw the woman's body over his shoulder like a wet sack while he was halfway to the window.
Luckily Bulma was so knocked out that she didn't noticed anything about it or her little nocturnal flight. Arriving at the great terrace, Vegeta just plopped her down roughly on the deck chair, the blanket slipping off the headrest onto her, and he immediately turned around. Then he rose into the air without looking back.

And when he came back to his room to close his eyes for at least a few more hours, he immediately noticed that it still smelled of her. The window had been open for a while now, but her smell just wouldn't go away... But what was that? In front of his room door he saw something lying on the floor. He walked towards it and bent down to pick it up.
It was a red piece of cloth.
And while it hung so uncaring over his palm, he realized that this was supposed to represent a dress - or whatever the earth women called such a useless piece of cloth.
It was without a doubt Bulma's dress because her sweetish smell immediately hit his nose again. It smelled of her perfume, of rain, of her body... Unintentionally Vegeta had brought it closer to his face and now intensively inhaled her scent through his nose. So intense that his lids twitched and for a brief moment only the whites of his half-open eyes could be seen. But with the next blink, that aroused expression was gone, replaced by a blaze of anger.
He suddenly felt such hatred that he turned Bulma's dress to ashes with a single lightning bolt of energy in his palm!
And this hatred was the fuel for his training, to which he had set out immediately afterwards.

//Damn that woman...// he thought angrily as he continued his push-ups. //What is she thinking, provoking ME, the prince of the Saiyans, with her cheap charms?!//


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