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

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At dawn, Vegeta left the gravity room. He had no idea how much time he had actually ended up spending in it - and it didn't matter to him either. All that mattered was how close he had come to his goal!
But he didn't go straight into the house as usual but stood on the flagstones for a moment and lifted his head to take a deep breath with eyes closed. And when he opened his eyes again, he aimed them purposefully up at the terrace of the Capsule Corporation building.
Because there was Bulma at the railing. In her pink dressing gown.
And when she realized that Vegeta was looking up at her, looking her straight in the eyes from this distance, she suddenly had to hold on to the railing with both hands. Because her knees had suddenly become very weak.
//W-What's that...?// she wondered. //Was my coffee maybe too strong...?//
She saw how Vegeta then started to move and averted his gaze from her again. With her eyes she followed his walk until he finally disappeared from her field of view and she felt her heartbeat more and more clearly in her temples.
No, it didn't come from the coffee. It was Vegeta's distant but very intense look, which didn't seem angry but really friendly either, that had almost knocked Bulma to the ground.
Why was he looking at her like that?
Her stomach twisted into a tight knot and she had to swallow as she thought about it. Rubbing her throbbing temples, she stared straight ahead and wondered, //It wasn't... meant to be taken seriously... was it?//

A soft squeak sounded as Vegeta turned off the shower regulator. He stayed a moment longer under the rain shower, from which the last drops fell on his head. Although the water had refreshed and revitalized him, his tired body clearly demanded rest. And while he had much rather have continued to steel himself, he knew he had to give it a break. But maybe a short nap was enough... Sure! 30-40 minutes should be enough to regain his strength!
With that in mind, he opened the glass door of the shower cabin and stepped out, grabbing the white towel to dry himself sparingly. His gaze wandered over to the fogged-up mirror. Drying his hair, he walked towards it, then ran his hand over the surface to examine his face.
For a moment he looked into his own eyes.
And he thought about himself. About what he once was and what he was about to become...
He remembered how, together with Nappa and Raditz, he had conquered planet after planet and wiped out its inhabitants - all in the name of Frieza. And how he had to endure his humiliations and play the moral coward in front of him. His damn henchman. Knowing full well that this tyrant was the stronger of the two! But due to Frieza's superior fighting power, it was only a matter of time before Vegeta could finally take on him. And with the knowledge of the Dragon Balls, his victory should even be within reach...
But everything had turned out differently. Kakarot, that low-class loser, had actually killed Frieza and risked his own life in the process!
However, Vegeta's former gloating about the downfall of the two and his associated chance for sole domination of the universe died at the latest on the day that the weird boy from the future had appeared.
//Who is this guy?// he asked himself again, narrowing his eyes. He just couldn't forget how he had made short process of Frieza. //A Super Saiyan...//
Frieza had always feared the Saiyans. And rightly so, as that day had shown. But shouldn't it have been up to the prince of the Saiyans to blow this tyrant out of the universe? Vegeta lagged behind all of them. Kakarot. This future boy...
But not for much longer! He was so close now! Because his last training had been outstanding. If he kept making progress at this rate, he would soon--
Wait. Why was he thinking of SHE now?
Bulma's silhouette suddenly flashed in front of his inner eye. He saw her again up on the terrace, wrapped in her dressing gown. He saw her pale face framed by turquoise curls and those blue eyes that even from this distance seemed to look straight into his soul...
Vegeta hadn't really known why he had looked up at her at that moment anyway. And he didn't know why he was thinking about her again now. He must have just been tired.
"Hmph..."
The mirror's wiped clean surface had now closed again and Vegeta finally averted his gaze from it. Then he tied the towel around his waist, slipped on his slippers and headed for the door.

And the second he opened it, his eyes widened in amazement!
Because right in front of him was Bulma. In her pink dressing gown.
Had she got the door wrong again?
She didn't say a word, just stared at him. With a most strange look that Vegeta didn't know how to interpret.
Bulma didn't even want to ask why he was looking at her like that outside. Because she could wait a long time for him to take the first step, she was sure of that. But how long could she wait...?
Vegeta was about to take a breath, probably to bark angrily at her for blocking his way - but every word caught in his throat when Bulma suddenly reached her hands up to the collar of her robe to open it a little. Because this unexpected and, on top of that, extremely lascivious gesture drew his gaze inevitably to her open neckline.
It was now easy for Vegeta to see that underneath her robe she wore nothing but her bare skin.
And it was easy for Bulma to see that he had to force himself to look up at her face again. His expression was as honest as ever, and his embarrassed anger was now mixed with a touch of indignation.
Especially when she came even closer to him - so close that their bodies almost touched.
Vegeta didn't flinch from her. However, he now asked her, in his usual harsh tone, but at an unusually low volume, "What's that supposed to be?"
"I'll tell you..." Bulma replied quietly, giving him an almost beguiling look. "Now I just do it."
And then it all burst out of her, the pent-up desire that would have otherwise surely devoured her if she didn't finally do it now.
If she didn't finally kiss him now.
She took his cheeks between both hands, pulled herself towards him and just kissed him right on the mouth.
A sudden shock jerked through Vegeta's body, red-hot blush burned his cheeks and he stared at Bulma with wide eyes. His quivering pupils were contracted so badly that almost only the whites of his eyes could be seen. His lips lay passively on hers, which dared to taste him so impetuously and so softly at the same time.
Both of them were still standing under the door frame between the hallway and the bathroom.
...
And as Bulma slowly broke her surprising kiss, still holding Vegeta's head between both hands, she looked him in the eyes very close. Into his jet black pupils, which dilated again now that the touch of their lips had dried up. And he just stared back into her eyes, which were infinitely blue as the sky... Eyes like hers he had never seen before.
He couldn't stop staring at her, but he didn't do anything else to defuse this highly charged situation.
Bulma almost felt as if her kiss had sent him into some kind of shock. Therefore, a slightly insecure expression flitted across her face and she preferred to let go of him again. Carefully she took her hands from his cheeks and when she pulled them back her fingertips softly stroked his skin. It was so surreal that she had just touched him. That she had just kissed him...
Suddenly he grabbed her wrists!
And now Bulma felt a sudden shock. She hadn't expected such a lightning-fast reaction at all, because Vegeta was still staring at her unchanged. His hands gripped her delicate, slender wrists. Firm, but not painful.
Vegeta could clearly feel her pulse in his fingertips. And how it then began to rage when he finally opened his mouth to say something to her.
...
"More."
His expression was just as deadly serious as he had been when he faced off against his simulated self in the combat simulator. And just like back then, the deep tone of his voice, the demanding yet calm way he emphasized that single word in a way she found both unsettling and exhilarating at the same time and sent a shiver down her spine.
But this time the feeling continued, expanding throughout her body.
And the second Vegeta pulled her wrists towards him, she suddenly felt terribly dizzy.
Because now he kissed her back.


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