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

The lower instinct (vegebul)

Although Bulma had hoped for exactly this reaction from him, she was still completely flabbergasted. Vegeta kissed her. This wasn't a dream. He kissed her for real.
Her eyes, which were initially wide open, gave way to a fluttering blink, because this kiss knew how to intoxicate her immediately.
And when Vegeta let go of her hands and grabbed her head instead, tangled his fingers in her hair, he kissed her even more intensively.
During their dispute in the gravity room, Bulma had suspected him of not knowing how to do it. And even now it was hard to tell if he had done it before, because he did it so impulsively it could very well have been his first kiss.
But it was good. Very good.
//Oh... Oh yeah, he definitely knows how to do it...// Bulma answered her own question from the gravity room at that moment.
And she couldn't help but roll her eyes in delight when she suddenly felt Vegeta's tongue in her mouth. Her face was flushed in embarrassment, and she was panting heavily into that passionate kiss she had been secretly longing for for so long.
Caught by the element of surprise, Bulma hadn't lowered her hands after Vegeta had let go of her wrists, so she carefully reached out to his bare chest now. Very hesitantly, her fingertips touched his skin, which, still a little cool from the recent shower, felt surprisingly soft. Never in her life would she have guessed that he felt like this... And she really had wondered about it so many times. Whenever they stood a little closer together or when she tapped his chest protector in fun or annoyance.
But before she could intensify her touch, her hands jerked away from him, because suddenly approaching noises had been heard in the hallway.
Voices.
Her parents!
To all appearances they had just gotten up and were now making their way through the house. And judging by the increasing volume, they headed straight for Bulma and Vegeta - who had broken their kiss in an instant.
Averting her gaze in embarrassment, Bulma wanted to take a step back from Vegeta. But without even thinking about it, he suddenly followed her, grabbed her by the waist and then simply lifted her over his shoulder, where she then found herself in a rather ungallant dangling position.
"H-Hey...!" She let out a startled yell and made to break free of his grip.
But Vegeta just started moving with her without comment. His room was diagonally opposite the bathroom and so he marched straight towards it.

He elbowed the door shut behind him, then threw Bulma roughly onto his properly done bed.
She didn't even know what was happening, because while she was still bouncing up and down on the mattress, Vegeta was already bending over her, resting his hands on either side of her head.
Startled and excited at the same time, she blinked up at him, wanting to push him away on the one hand, but pulling him back immediately on the other hand. She could feel his heavy body on her, his hard pelvis, which had apparently made its way between her legs. A few last drops of water ran from his chest, which she had pressed her palms against in surprise.
And when she noticed this, her cheeks immediately began to glow again, because she suddenly realized how close they were to each other. She and Vegeta.
This rude Saiyan was able to ignite a fire in her that she hadn't believed still existed at all. But just this physical closeness to him felt fantastic! Although Bulma was quite used to the feel of a well-trained body because of Yamcha.
But Yamcha was just... different. He didn't have that unapproachable aura that made Vegeta so incredibly attractive. And the mere fact that he was showing her, just her, a different side of himself, a side far removed from his irascibility, was driving Bulma completely insane.
And when she saw his face, that incredibly expressive, determined face, coming closer, she couldn't wait for him to kiss her again and therefore craned her neck towards him eagerly. She opened her mouth a tiny crack, which let out a voiceless gasp as his hot breath already burned her lips...
But before that long-awaited kiss could come about, Mrs. Brief's voice suddenly rang out in the hallway, "Vegeta darling, would you like to have breakfast with us?"
Then he promptly jerked his head to the side and roared back indignantly: "No!! Fuck off!!"
A bit indignant, Bulma then drew her eyebrows together. "Y-You can't talk to my mo--umh!" She wanted to rebuke him in a whisper, but he just put a hand over her mouth.
It was uncertain whether her mother had heard her. Because only after a moment's hesitation she said, in her usual friendly manner, "Er... Okay!"
Then they could hear her walking away.
Vegeta took his hand from Bulma's mouth and she looked up at him a little disgruntled while he was still bent over her.
And he looked down at her a little disgruntled too.
The burning desire for each other seemed to have died down a bit in both of them. The appetite for a kiss turned into a stale taste in the mouth, the thrill of excitement gave way to a queasy feeling and determination turned to suspicion.
What remained was a strange, awkward silence...

... which was then broken through by Vegeta.
"What do you want from me?" he suddenly hissed at her.
"W-What...?"
"You keep coming up to me, wiggling your ass in front of my nose, presenting yourself half-naked and now this... You awaken my lower instinct. And I HATE that."
He gritted his teeth and seemed to be overcome by rising anger, while Bulma was disappointed and deeply hurt by his harsh words. Did he really hate it that much...?
But instead of reacting with stubborn defiance to these rather insulting words, she let out a sigh with her eyes closed and then adopted a more benevolent tone. "You're thinking too much again, don't you think?"
Vegeta's eyelids twitched. He looked into Bulmas eyes alternately.
"Just relax," she suggested in a calm, gentle tone, punctuating her words with a seductive eye wink. "And do whatever you feel like doing... Don't you deserve it from time to time?"
Vegeta just stared at her.
Bulma lay there, right below him. In his bed. Her loose-fitting dressing gown gave a foretaste of what awaited him. What he could have had. And he probably could have done with her whatever he wanted. Whatever he felt like doing. What he deserved.
But his increasingly suspicious expression already showed that he was fighting back. That he did NOT want to give in to his lower instinct.
And so he just bared his teeth again in anger. "Tch. You have absolutely no idea what I deserve!"
Then he got off her.
"Now get lost!"
Bulma got up on her elbows and stared at him in utter indignation. She could hardly believe what he had just said to her. Was he really that stupid to let such an opportunity pass him by?
"Fine, but..." Now anger mingled in her voice, which became particularly clear from the rest of the impulsively blurted out, "If you refuse me now, forget that I'm letting you get so close to me again!"
Vegeta kept his arms crossed over his bare chest as he stood beside his bed. Turning his head in Bulma's direction, his eyes now twitched with anger.
"GET LOST!!"
That was clear.
And it was clear to Bulma too that it was over now.
That he seriously dared to talk to her like that! To expose her like that!
She struggled awkwardly off his bed, pulled her dressing gown tighter around her body, and then stomped past him at a brisk pace. She purposely hid her face from him because tears welled up in her eyes - she was so angry at that moment.
But Vegeta hadn't looked at her anyway. All he could hear was how she yanked open the door and slammed it just as hard behind her as soon as she rushed through.
...
And then he released his breath quietly.


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