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

What are you waiting for? (vegebul)

//No, it shouldn't end like this... I want him. I want him right now. // With these thoughts, Bulma walked purposefully through her house.
She had finally managed to break away from her father and this weird Mr. Namco guy. After discussing all the important details of their forthcoming business relationship, the two men made their way back to the atrium together. Bulma secretly hoped that this would not develop into a classic male friendship - after all, this guy was a really odd fish! But actually that didn't really matter anymore...
In the meantime, the afternoon had broken and the sun sent its warming rays through the window panes of the corridors that Bulma was now roaming through. She was headed straight for Vegeta's room. She wanted to make one last attempt, now that she was sure that he had wanted her. A series of unfortunate circumstances had prevented things from reaching the extreme between them.
But it was exactly what Bulma finally wanted.
Just thinking about it made her feel this overwhelmingly strong desire again that no man had triggered in her for a long time. This tension, this thrill, wondering what it would be like with the other... The exciting beginnings with Yamcha were just too long ago. Almost 17 years had passed since they--
//Don't think about Yamcha now!// she had to scold herself. //And don't even think about how old you are today! That's so unsexy!//
At the end of the corridor she could already see Vegeta's room door. And so that she didn't back down out of sheer nervousness, she continued to encourage herself mentally. //You are young. You are beautiful. You are smart. And he'd just be a damn idiot if he spurned you now!//
She stopped in front of his door, eyes fixed, fists clenched. She had to take one last deep breath and gather all her courage before she put her hand on the doorknob... to opened the door.

And at the exact same moment Vegeta opened a door as well.

Now they both held a doorknob in their hands and found each other's empty room. And while Bulma looked disappointed, Vegeta looked rather grim. He once deigned to walk all the way to that annoying woman's room and then she wasn't even there!
He stood for a moment, his gaze fixed on Bulma's unmade bed. His pupils twitched briefly as he thought about what he was actually doing here. What that damn woman had gotten him to do... Now he was actually chasing after her? Did he really 'need it' that much?
//She's driving me completely insane!// he thought dissatisfied while he pushed the doorknob so hard that it started to crack slightly. Noticing this, he glanced down at his hand, bared his teeth in anger, and then slammed the door shut again. Then, without wanting to think about Bulma any further, he went to the gravity room to continue his training there. The only thing he could be totally sure about what he was doing! And where it was leading!

//Then he can only be in the gravity room,// it came to Bulmas mind at the same moment, while she was still standing in the door and staring into the empty room.
And now she had to think about it too. What she was doing. And where it all was leading...

On a sudden impulse, Bulma opened her eyes.
She lay on her side, one hand tucked under her cheek and the other resting on her hip, squinting into the dim room lit only by the warm white glow of a bedside lamp. She needed a moment to orientate herself. To realize where she was... And then she suddenly remembered!
Contrary to her initial idea of ​​visiting Vegeta in the gravity room, she decided to wait for him here. In his room. In his bed. And since he wasn't around for hours, she must have fallen asleep for better or worse. But what had actually woken her up?
Then she was overcome by a physical sensation that made her heart beat faster and her drowsiness vanish. Because she thought she could feel a warmth, if not a direct one, on her back. She believed that she was no longer alone and so dared a hesitant look over her shoulder.
And when she actually saw Vegeta sitting next to her, one leg outstretched, the other bent and resting the forearm on it, her excitement increased many times over. He kept his head down and his eyes closed, his expression as grim as ever. He must have just sat down next to her because the mattress was still springing slightly.
There they were. Again. He in his casual training gear, she in her striped dress.
It was easy for Bulma to notice that he had just finished his training, because the smell of his sweaty skin filled her nostrils. And this was by no means an unpleasant smell. On the contrary. It was already almost familiar to her and also had an unspeakably beguiling effect on her. More than once she had had to pause when Vegeta crossed her path after a training session and his masculine scent confused her senses for a moment.
Bulma now had to clear her throat because it was dry from sleep. But she didn't really know what to say...
But then Vegeta was the first to speak.
"Have you got the door wrong again?"
The sound of his harsh voice cut through her bones. A bead of sweat formed on her forehead and her cheeks began to turn red. She wasn't sure how to take that question. Was he seriously outraged? Did he want to test her?
After a hesitant silence, she finally settled on a soft but firm, "No."
She had turned her almost uncertain gaze forward, but then looked over her shoulder again to observe Vegeta's expression. The bedside lamp on her side of the bed only dimly illuminated his face, but it was enough to read it. His initially grim expression seemed to soften a bit and then he just opened one eye to suddenly direct it at her. A cold shiver ran down Bulma's spine immediately.
And she shuddered even more - albeit in a pleasantly stimulating way - when he suddenly responded to her answer with a single word.
"Good."
Although Vegeta still remained in his position, he now turned his head slightly towards her and opened his other eye as well. There was no blush on his face, no hint of warmth. But for some reason his intense gaze, with which he now alternately fixed her eyes, still radiated such heat that Bulma began to sweat. Her pulse quickened and she knew she would surely burn in the flames of her own excitement if something didn't happen soon.
But actually so much had happened between them. They almost did it twice already. In fact, he'd been as good as inside her, today in the lab...
She had to swallow and clench her thighs as the memory caught up with her again. She could recall the feeling of his hardness between her legs, his rough hands and his warm, wet kisses as accurately as if she were right in the middle of the action again.
But she wasn't.
Bulma hesitated.
Because contrary to their recent get-togethers, which had been spontaneous and thoughtless, this almost felt like it was planned. They were alone now. They had time now. Without interruptions. Expectations built up and Bulma didn't like it at all.
Especially not when Vegeta then made the following clumsy remark, "What are you waiting for? You're usually so impulsive."
"I-I just woke up!" she immediately went into defensive mode.
"Yes. In MY bed."
Everything he said sounded so incredibly provocative. And Bulma's nature allowed nothing else than to respond to this type of provocation. So she finally got up from the lying position, sat sideways on her knees and looked back at him over her shoulder.
"This is MY house, remember?" she snapped back, eyes closed snootily. "I can do whatever I want here!"
"What do you want to do?"
Suddenly Bulma had opened her eyes again and the blush returned to her face. Her lap immediately began to throb. How he always managed to get her so excited with his brief statements was... almost annoying.
When Vegeta noticed her look and her blush, his mouth twisted into a perfidious smirk. Well knowing that this only annoyed Bulma even more.
And so it was.
"You shouldn't ask a lady something like that, honestly!" she grumbled with a rather half-hearted undertone of indignation. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and turned her angry, embarrassed gaze to the bed covers.
"Fine with me," Vegeta replied coolly. "I'm not in the mood to chat anyway."
When Bulma noticed the next movement from his direction, she raised her head. And suddenly this strong feeling rose up in her again, this overwhelming excitement. Because she saw that he had raised his hand and now indicated her - with a single finger gesture - to come closer to him.


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