First fanfic. Ever. BE NICE OK?
Kay, so here’s a preview of my first ever fanfic. Coincidentally a vegebul. So enjoy that shit ok? Comments welcome! Don’t be mean.
Bulma's sigh turned into a wide yawn. She rolled her wrist over to look at her watch, 1:17am. “Kami,” She thought, and her eyes immediately began to grow tired. She was looking over plans of an older hover car from Capsule Corporation, ensuring the company's new power cell would fit the specs of older models. She reached her hands to her ears to pull out the earbuds that was playing the most recently popular song of West City. She didn't really pay attention to the song, it was more white noise to help concentrate.
She pushed away from the desk and leaned back in her chair, she stretched her arms up over her head and shrieked in surprise when her hands bumped into a firm figure behind her. She spun around in her chair to see a scowling, dark haired Saiyan.
“DAMN IT, VEGETA! How many times have I told you not to sneak up behind me!” She chastised. She rubbed her eyes with her fists and continued her stretch. “You need to start wearing a bell or something. What are you doing up, anyway?” She spoke through another yawn and tied her hair into a quick bun.
Vegeta raised a brow and his lips pressed together, his arms were already crossed over his chest in annoyance. Her eyes moved over his forearms and biceps and lingered there. He was wearing his skin tight, navy body suit, white gloves and boots, classic Vegeta. She had always caught herself, more times than not, staring at her husband's immaculate form. Almost every fibre of muscle was noticeable from under his jump suit. He had wide shoulders that tapered to latissimi dorsi, and finally to a slim waist. Each abdominal and lower back muscle tightened in conjunction when he walked. Despite his incredibly strong frame, Bulma rarely heard him when he moved on foot. She can thank his predatory heritage for that.
“Hmph.” His usual response. “Here it comes.” Bulma thought, she rolled her eyes and spun to her desk.“The guy was probably training and broke something, or there's no food in the frid-” She squeaked when her chair was forcefully spun back around. Her face was greeted with the hot warmth of her husband's breath. He had either hand on the arm rests of her chair and his face was inches from hers. His dark eyes bored into her. Bulma suddenly felt very small. “Vegeta, w-what're you...” She stopped. Vegeta's gloved hand came up to brush the aquamarine tresses that had fallen from her bun off her forehead. Bulma's breath caught in her throat. What was he doing? This is SO not like the impulsive, planet destroying, egotistical alien she shared her home with.
“I should be asking you the same question.” Vegeta said quietly. His hand moved slowly along Bulma's sternum atop her lab coat and he inched closer to her, his lips softly brushing against hers. “I've been waiting impatiently for you to come to bed. A King never enjoys waiting for his Queen.”
Bulma's heart began to race. Whatever fatigue she was feeling a moment ago was hastily replaced with sudden adrenaline. She trailed the tips of her fingers down the front of his now exposed chest. “I'm sorry to keep you waiting...” She looked up at him, her blue eyes meeting his sparkling black gaze. Vegeta leaned forward and brought his lips to her ear, “I came down here to come teach you a lesson.”