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Harder To Hide

"Secrets I have held in my heart are harder to hide than I thought."

-Arctic Monkeys 'I want to be yours'

1

Bulma backed up til the backs of her knees hit the bed and toppled onto it. Vegeta scooped her legs up and pushed the bedspread to the edge, Bulma's heart pounding through her chest as his hot breath tickled her white calves.

"This might get messy," he warned, his coffee eyes burning into Bulma's half-naked body as if he could visually devour her.

"Come here, Asshole." she murmured, pulling her legs from his grasp and fixing them around his waist. He allowed himself to be pulled into her arms and she felt his hardness against her pelvis as their tongues met with wicked passion. Bulma bucked her hips, aching to tear those black spandex shorts from Vegeta's tight little body, dying to feel his fingers rip through her clothes and find their home against her bare skin.

"Vegeta..." Bulma moaned loudly, practically begging. "Vegeta, now..."

"Bulma?"

"Veg-" Bulma awoke with a start, gasping as her eyes focused on Yamucha, the last person she expected to see. She sat up on her elbows and looked around. Yamucha's bed, Yamucha's house. 'How about that.' she thought stupidly. She pressed her palms against her eyes, trying to shake Vegeta and his rock hard abs from her thoughts.

"You kept saying 'Vegeta'," Yamucha was saying, and Bulma turned to look at him. "Were you having a bad dream?"

Bulma blinked, her heart still racing and body still burning with desire for her Saiyan houseguest.

"Yeah," She muttered, squirming against the wetness between her legs. "A real nightmare."

After a few more hours of fitful sleep and a half-hearted session of morning sex, Bulma wiggled her way out of Yamucha's bed and headed home. She rested her cheek against her palm as she drove back to Capsule Corp., tilting her face to the open car window, enjoying the morning breeze on her fair skin. Bulma's reprieve was short-lived; she could already hear the banging from a couple miles away. She turned onto her street and the yelling became clear as well. She pulled into the driveway and cut the ignition, staring irritably at the Gravity Chamber smack-dab in the middle of the front yard like a junk car in a trailer park. No doubt the yelling and cursing from inside it was the object of her REM sleep's affection.

"Ugh."

Bulma had somehow managed to wipe that from her slate until now. Flashes of the dream whipped through her head, leaving her temporarily breathless as she recalled the way his lips had felt on her bare legs.

"SON OF A STUPID BITCHING MOTHERFUCKER!" The Gravity Chamber screamed, and the moment was gone. Any mouth that roared like that probably wouldn't be the most gentle, anyway. But who needed gentle when you could have-

"Stop." Bulma said to herself, rubbing her thumb and middle finger over her temples. Another day with Vegeta, another headache. Between the ranting and the raving and the cussing and that unbelievably hot body of his, Bulma's head could do nothing but throb.

Ever since Vegeta moved into Capsule Corp., into the bedroom directly across from Bulma's, Bulma had spent equal time hating him and lusting after him. Not so much HIM, but his deeply tanned chiseled chest. Thighs the size and texture of boulders. Those tiny spandex shorts didn't leave much to the imagination, and Bulma practically had to fan herself every time the Saiyan prince sauntered by.

Perhaps it was rude of her, after all she was dating Yamucha, sleeping with Yamucha, Yamucha Yamucha Yamucha...But Yamucha was getting a bit dull. She hated to admit that this dullness did not persist until her new roommate made his shorty shorts appearance, but...yep, that's when it happened. She didn't like to think of herself as such a shallow, vapid creature as that but...again, yep.

"Just look at him!" She hissed to herself. She had made it to her bedroom and was staring out the window as Vegeta emerged from the Gravity chamber, all sweaty and huffing and hot. She watched, entranced, as he mopped the sweat from his neck and chest with a small towel. How could she not want him? She was a hot-blooded woman just like every other girl in the world, and she was entitled to lust after whatever Evil Saiyan Prince Intent On Destroying the Planet she pleased.

However, the dreams were new. Even though she had been harboring a teeny tiny crush on him since she saw him on Namek, she'd never given him this much thought until now. The dreams were long, slow, downright explicit sometimes; her legs weren't exactly the only thing he spent time breathing heavily on. And-

"Get a good look, woman?"

Bulma was so busy staring off into space she hadn't even noticed Vegeta was no longer in the yard. She dropped the window blinds with a crash and whirled around, coming face to face with the sneering Saiyan. He stepped forward, swinging his towel over his shoulder.

"You wanna follow me into my room too? Watch me change?" he grinned heartily as Bulma's face turned beet red. That asshole always had something to say. Whether it was sexual in nature or merely insulting, he seemed to pride himself on the gratuitous amounts of venom he could spew at Bulma at any given moment.

"Why don't you just shut the hell up." she retorted, and Vegeta laughed all the way out to the hall, his bedroom door slamming behind him. Bulma relaxed against the window sill, crossing her arms tightly over her chest as if in defiance to Vegeta's crude offer. Fucking Vegeta. Fucking dreams. Fucking dreams about fucking Vegeta...

"Fuck." she muttered.

Hello! Thank you for reading! I sincerely hope you enjoyed it. It has been a -really- long time since I've submitted any fics, so I hope I'm not too rusty. Those of you who have been here ten plus years might remember Washu the Goddess..that was me!

This is a multi-chapter fic (obvs). I try hard not to make readers wait too long for updates so I only start submitting once I have a large portion written. Please let me know in the reviews how you like it, and how you feel about the way it's written. Also if you notice any grammatical errors PLEASE let me know so I can address them! Again, thanks for reading :)

-Washu II