Wild Horses Chap. 6Bulma yawned lazily as she stretched her arms, but she felt oddly confined. She painfully opened her eyes and put her left hand on her throbbing forehead. She moaned in pain as she slightly sat up, but looked down at her chest to see a muscular arm draped across her flat stomach. She looked over to see Vegeta, slightly curled up against her, and she panicked.
*Oh my god...* she thought. *I was drunk last night, he was drunk... WE were drunk.... Holy God.. I really hope we didn't... ::gulp:: DO anything....*
She plopped back down on the bed and slowly rolled out the other side, away from Vegeta's warm and comforting embrace. Hopefully Vegeta would remember what had happened last night, because she sure the hell didn't. She was completely smashed and she was guessing he was too.
Holding her forehead, she stood up and walked over to the entrance, her other hand on her hip. Bulma sighed and looked dow
Wild Horses Chap. 5After a while of standing in the middle of an open area for a long time, Vegeta finally worked up the courage to stroll back to the caves. As he passed the bath cave, a blush crept up to his cheeks. He looked to the ground and noticed wet footprints in the sand leading to the main cave. He sighed. *Well... guess she's out... I have to just act like nothing happened, nothing at all.* He drew in a breath, puffed out his chest, then let the air out, his chest falling again, and continued walking to the main cave.
Once he reached it, he saw Bulma sitting on a rock outside in one of the outfits he got her, squeezing her hair dry. Once she got as much water out as possible, she shook her head, wet strands of hair flying around her face. And he noticed that her hair was straight, not curly, as it had been the days before. She stood up and smoothed out the outfit, looking down at it with an expression he couldn't really decipher. Whether it was disgust or contentm
Wild Horses Chap. 4Bulma stood there, only in her underwear, blanket in a pile at her feet, dazed and confused.
*What in the name of Christ was that...?* she thought. *It was wonderful...* A silly smile on her face, she sank down slowly to the ground. She didn't tell Vegeta this, but.... she had never kissed before either...
She sighed, got up and walked over to a large rock. She sat down, leaned against it and looked up to the blue sky. Her silly smile had disappeared and she had a blank expression, although her mind was reeling with different thoughts and emotions.
Vegeta paced back and forth inside the cave. *What the hell was I thinking?!* he thought angrily. *I can't believe I did that!! It was like I couldn't stop myself... I was drawn to her...* He growled and grabbed his hair in anger. "What is wrong with me?" he asked himself. He sighed with frustration and decided he needed to get out of there. He needed t
Wild Horses Chap. 3Vegeta woke up early as he always does. Then he remembered Bulma. He looked down at the content Bulma sleeping curled against his chest, and smiled. Then a weird, new feeling filled his mind, one that resembled caring. He instantly denied it and mentally slapped himself.
*What are you thinking?!* Vegeta thought, frowning. *You don't care for this woman! She is nothing but your whore, your personal toy. Nothing more.* This thought in his head, he slowly got up, so's not to wake her up, on account of he hates her bitching (and he hasn't even been with her for a full day!), and got dressed. But one thing stuck in his mind and baffled him to no end: Never in his 'career' as an outlaw has he ever had his own whore and not had sex with her the first night, or more accurately the first hour that he had her. He pushed that thought to the side and continued outside to let his horse out and do his morning 'chores'.
Bulma woke up and str
Wild Horses Chap. 2Bulma screamed as loud as she could while slung over this strange man's shoulder and being carried out of the bar. Until finally Vegeta couldn't take it anymore.
"Shut up woman or I will make you!" he yelled. She didn't stop. So as he walked past a post that held up the wooden shade (I don't know what it's called...), he punched it, snapping it in two and causing the wooden shade to come tumbling down, inches away from Bulma's face. She fell silent and stopped moving, causing Vegeta to smirk. *Finally,* he though, mentally sighing.
He stopped when he reached his horse, then threw her on so she was hanging over the horses back just like she was on Vegeta's shoulder, then he hopped on. He turned back and smirked back at her, who looked up at him in fear. "Better hold on, you wouldn't want to fall off." Her eyes widened and she started scrambling to get off, only making Vegeta smirk more, he grabbed her wrist and yelled, "Yah!" w
Wild HorsesBulma tied up the laces of her left boot and stood straight up. She walked over to the mirror and smoothed out her dress to admire herself. Her dress had white lace going across the low-cut top of the dress. The light blue peasant's top connected to the darker blue tight middle of the dress. That part connected to the poof-out sparkly bottom of the dress; the same color blue as the middle; with white puffy material hanging slightly out of the bottom. A part of the dress was hitched up, revealing the black, knee-high lace up boots that she loved so much. She also wore her pure white gloves that went up to her elbow. Her naturally straight hair was pulled back into a spirally ponytail that hung down to her shoulders. She wore a necklace with a tear drop pearl and long earrings that hung down in four silver strands on each one. She smiled at her reflection. "Damn, I look hot!" she complimented herself out loud. She ran her hands along her sides, flipped her spiral curls, then gave a sexy