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

The morning after (vegebul)

Bulma looked at him, meeting his black eyes, which still didn't look back at her. Half of Vegeta's face was in shadow and his rigid expression wouldn't and wouldn't go away.
She was unsure. What was wrong with him? Wasn't he okay?
Or was that perhaps a typical Saiyan reaction to an orgasm?
Perhaps these space warriors always fell into a kind of 'post-coital rigidity'?
Damn, she should have discreetly asked Chichi the last time she stopped by for coffee! Perhaps intergalactic relationships were to be treated with more caution than she had thought...
But actually Bulma hadn't thought at all. Especially not that she was dealing with an alien here!
Now she blinked at Vegeta. Everything still seemed so surreal. Everything that had happened lately. Everything that JUST happened.
There was no turning back. That moment had changed everything between them.
And maybe it was the perfect moment to tell him how she felt about him? Especially that surprising outburst of emotion - that completely unexpected, intimate embrace - had shown Bulma that Vegeta clearly had another side as well. A side he had only revealed to her alone. But maybe it was exactly THAT what was bothering the proud Saiyan prince, she just realized. That he had shown nakedness, not only physically but also mentally.
Whatever the reason for his behavior was, Bulma could no longer remain silent. She just wanted to take a chance.
"Vegeta...?" she hesitantly breathed his name and at least caught his eye for a fleeting moment.
In fact, her voice seemed to reactivate him somehow, because he quickly found back to his usual grim expression. But before Bulma could continue, he suddenly shifted his weight onto his forearms - causing her to sink into the mattress in amazement - and then rolled off her. Bulma followed him with her eyes and then turned to face him when he was lying on his back next to her. She hadn't been able to continue speaking at all and now she wasn't sure if she even wanted to. Would it have been such a good idea to talk about her feelings now? She bit her lip slightly as she studied his profile in the dim light from the bedside lamp.
There they were. Naked. Satisfied. And apparently quite worried too.
Although Vegeta had broken out of his rigid state, he now looked up at the ceiling instead of the mattress. They don't touch each other anymore. The beneficial physical contact ended abruptly and the supposedly perfect moment for an emotional revelation suddenly fizzled out.
There was an oppressive silence in the room now.
Until a quiet and deep breath sound. Bulma saw Vegeta's chest heave. And when it lowers, he actually closed his eyes!
//Is he kidding me?!// she immediately thought angrily and puffed out her cheeks. //Doesn't even look at me afterwards and seriously falls asleep now?!//
She turned her face away and finally got up on her elbows. She closed her eyes and pulled her brows together, which gave her expression that typically peeved Bulma look. She knew that men weren't the most talkative people after sex, but this behavior bordered on rejection!
//It's not too much to ask for a quick chat, isn't it?! I mean... at least we should... as a couple--//
And then she realized what she was about to think, and this one inevitable question hit her like a blow: Were they a couple at all?
Bulma was so taken by it that she slowly sagged back and put her head back on the mattress. And now they all came back to her, all the questions about right or wrong... or if Vegeta might have fallen in love with her too.
Now she was staring up at the ceiling herself, thoughtfully tapping her fingers on her bare stomach. And before another and moreover not unimportant question could sneak into her thoughts, a slight shock made her twitch because Vegeta suddenly moved. She looked at him with a start and saw that he had bent one arm and put his hand behind his head. He still kept his eyes closed, but apparently he wasn't asleep yet. The other arm, at her side, lay loosely on the mattress. Bulma's eyes darted across it and from the pronounced shoulder ball her gaze wandered over his muscular chest, his neck up to his face. The sharp profile, the pointed nose, the eye area with the black brows, which had something fierce about even at rest... Bulma caught herself scrutinizing him long and intensively again. That stubborn prince she fell in love with.
Automatically, her facial expressions took on a bittersweet warmth, and without even thinking about it, she turned calmly onto her side - her eyes never leaving his face - and after a moment's hesitation, she just pushed closer to him. If he didn't want to talk to her, fine, then she wouldn't talk to him either. And consequently she wouldn't ask him for permission. So she just slipped over his arm and snuggled into his side.
Vegeta scowled down at her with a half-closed eye - at this Earth woman who just dared to snuggle up to him without being asked, resting a hand on his chest and her head on his shoulder, her silky hair caressing his collarbone. This demand for cuddling was pretty bold!
Or was it rather cute...?
If he was honest, he didn't even know how to feel at that moment or how to react to it. By reflex, his arm had made room for her and his hand had wandered behind her back, where it now hung impassively in the air. Bulma's forehead rested against his cheek, and she had her eyes closed peacefully. Overwhelmed by an indescribable feeling of well-being, the warmth of his body and the pleasant tiredness that went with it, she didn't care whether he approved of her bold-cute attack or not. And if it was so awful to him, he could always have pushed her away.
But he didn't. He allowed her near and let her fall asleep close to him, at his side.
And while she did that, his gaze wandered back up to the ceiling.
...

Blinking, Bulma opened her eyes.
The distant roar of city traffic pierced her ears and the wind blew gently through the curtains, letting in the morning sunlight. For a long moment she stayed in her waking position: lying on her back, one arm stretched across the width of the bed, the other resting on her stomach. She looked sleepily up at the white ceiling and since the ceiling lights could only be seen through a blurry veil, she had to rub her eyes. Then she rolled onto her side to peek wearily at her clock radio, which she usually found here on her bedside table.
//What the...?//
But there was no clock radio.
Total confusion mingled with Bulma's sleepy expression.
And then, very gradually, as she woke up, her brain seemed to kick in again. And also her memories. Her lids began to widen, her eyes widened...
She jerked to an upright position, both hands clutching the covers that covered her bare breasts, stared straight ahead, grimacing in shock and eyes so big they were about to fall out of her head. Sie was bright red.
//I slept with Vegeta!!// she remembered. //OHMYGOSH!!!//
At least now she had fully realized this unbelievable fact.
And then, recovering a little from the initial shock of that realization, she looked around in all directions. Because a legitimate question arose:
Where was Vegeta actually?
It was almost to be expected that she would wake up the next morning without him, but still she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed by his absence. But what had she expected? That he would bring her breakfast in bed?
Well, that actually wouldn't have been a bad idea, but just thinking about breakfast made her stomach clench. She couldn't possibly eat anything now. There were far too much unspoken things in the room, far too many open questions in the room! What did that mean for them now? Where did she and Vegeta stand now? Did he fall in love with her too? Or not? Did he have doubts? Did he perhaps think it was a mistake now that the lust was gone? Now that he could satisfy his baser urges? Did he just use her?? What a damn asshole!!
Grimacing, Bulma ruffled her hair and then she really had to force herself to pull herself together. After all, it was all just happening in her confused head.
//Calm down, Bulma, calm down.//
There was no way around it at all: she just had to talk to Vegeta.
So she energetically threw off the covers and then jumped out of bed to hurry to get dressed.
//I hope he's in the gravity room,// she thought as she finally put her headband back on and then headed for the door of the room.
As soon as she put her hand on the handle, she jerked away in shock, because suddenly her parents' voices could be heard outside in the hallway. And she couldn't just walk out of Vegeta's room in front of their eyes! Imagine if they had noticed that she had slept next to Vegeta...
No. She hadn't only slept NEXT TO Vegeta.
Bulma immediately turned bright red again, clapped both hands to her cheeks and stared straight ahead like a mental patient.
//I REALLY slept with Vegeta!! OHMYGOSH!!!//


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