gorysortofstory | Open Mistletoe Shenanigans

You don't want to kiss them, but you want to kiss me?

[ he looks distinctly alarmed. uncomfortable, even. were he capable of moving his legs, he likely would've backed up until he put himself through the wall. ]

[It was her turn to look just a little flustered now.]

I didn't say that. But I don't want to be stuck underneath this thing forever either.

[ he's so uncomfortable that he's uncharacteristically fidgeting. as much as one can fidget when they can't move the lower halves of their body and are standing in too close proximity to another person. ]

Unlike that clown, I do not kiss Earthlings.

[She crosses her arms, rolling her eyes a little]

Right. The Prince of All Saiyans couldn't lower himself with a human.

[Bulma you just said you didn't want to kiss him and now you're arguing like you do. Make sense, please.]

Do you want me to kiss you or not?

[ he's closed his eyes at this point, as if he were meditating standing up. he'd probably be floating if his feet weren't anchored. but he pops an eye open to peer at when he asks that of her, constantly baffled by her antics. she contradicted herself at ever twist and turn. ]

[She never claimed to make any sense -- but it really bothered her some reason she couldn't place that the idea of kissing her seemed so disgusting to him. It's not like she's just any human.

I just want to be able to move from this spot. And this is only theory either one of us right now to make that happen.

It's your theory, not mine. Find a better solution that doesn't involve vulgar public displays.

Well you're not exactly helping. [She pauses for a moment.]

Have you tried using your ki to burn it? [That should work, right?]

[ both eyes open now, one hand lifting into the air above their heads to casually blast the plant with his ki. it scorches the metal beam the thing's attached to, but the plant is unscathed. ]

As you can see, it accomplishes about as much as your tawdry theories.

Says the man who can't even come up with one of his own.

[Seriously, he keeps bitching about her making up stupid theories but he isn't coming up with any.]

Oh for Kami's sake—

[ he's fast. careful with her, but swift all the same. one eye roll and a fistful of her blouse later, bulma's being tugged into a kiss. ]

[it catches her off guard -- considering how much head been protesting she didn't expect him to actually do it. once the shock wears out she finds herself kissing him back on almost instinct.]

[ the kiss is relatively chaste, and vegeta breaks it in favor of stealing a peek at the plant to see if it's still there.

it is.

and he still can't move his feet.

mere centimeters from her, he practically growls. ]

I went along with your plan and kissed you and nothing happened! Was this some sort of foil on your part in order to trick me in to kissing a filthy Earth woman?

Edited 2015-01-02 14:13 (UTC)

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SERIOUSLY?

Her face contorts in anger and annoyance at the accusation.]

Please, like I have nothing better to do with my time than trying to trick you into kissing me.

[ he huffs, irritated. like bulma, vegeta's a thinker. in spite of what people may say, he fights with his head more often than note. he thinks things through. it's only when there's something emotionally tethered to him does he launch himself into action without thinking, driven by a need to solve whatever problem is offending him in the worst of ways in a way that's almost primal. ]

Perhaps you didn't do it right.

[ not we. you. of course, the fault is hers. but if this plant thrived on whatever kissing did for it, perhaps they didn't go about it the proper way. ]

[If anything, that only pisses her off more somehow. Her own prde can be as bad as his sometimes, not even worse. She refuses to even consider the idea she did something wrong.]

You were the one who kissed me. So if someone did something wrong, it wasn't me.

[But something didn't work right if they still can't move.]

[ his gaze narrows. ]

If you think you're better at it, why don't you go ahead and show me how it's done?

[ this is as close to flirting with vegeta as you'll ever come, bulma. ]

[lbr fighting is their version of flirting anyway.]

Fine! [She snaps and before she can think better of it she's pressing her lips against his again.]

[ whatever bulma did this time around does the trick, at least for her. when vegeta's hands land on her hips, he's able to pluck her off her feet without any resistance from the plant's spell, lifting her up to his height. he holds her against him with one arm wrapped almost possessively across the small of her back. ]

[This kiss feels a lot less chaste than the first one -- perhaps that's what broke the curse. As soon as she feels him lift her up she knows she should stop -- clearly they broke whatever spell that they had been under but she simply did not want to. Instead she wrapped her arms around his neck, savoring it for now.]

Edited 2015-01-02 15:26 (UTC)

[ apparently less chaste was the key to freeing them both, for vegeta's feet are soon leaving the ground, the saiyan not taking any chances with touching the ground anywhere near the damned thing as he lifts up into the air and back away from the hemiparasitic terror.

but that doesn't mean he's stopped kissing her. no, he's still at it, one gloved hand now tangled in the bushy mess of her hair as he kisses her like he has something to prove. as if he stubbornly wants to show her that knows what kissing is, he knows how to do it, and he can do it just as well as any of those pathetic human males that would've supposedly jumped at the chance to kiss her. ]

[She's aware of their feat leaving the ground but it doesn't both her. It's not the first time she's been flown by somebody else, after all. It does mean that she'll keep her arms wrapped around his neck though, just in case.

She also hasn't stopped kissing him anymore than he's stopped kissing her. he made such a fuss about kissing a "lowly" human and maybe she wants to prove to him that it was better than he thought. That was more than he thought of her.]

[ had she made a fuss about him flying with her, he would've dropped her (not that he would've let her hit the ground, he would've let her fall until the last possible moment, then made a grab to set her gently on her feet in the smugest way possible). but she's not protesting the flight or the kiss, and he's ~~happy~~ content to allow both to continue, only breaking away from her when his lungs demand oxygen. breathing around a kiss wasn't something he had much practice with, not that he'd ever admit it. ]

I won't drop you. Surely you've flown with Kakarot or Yamaha.

[If she made a fuss about it he would probably never let her live it down. besides, she's flown enough in the past that she's beyond getting upset about it. She still prefers flying in one of her capsule ships if she has a choice about it, but still.

Besides she had been thinking more about the kissing part than the flying part -- though eventually they have to pull away a little to catch their breathes.]

It's Yamcha. [Sometimes she thinks he gets his name wrong on purpose.] And of course I have.

[ he totally does. he doesn't like that the weakingly still pops in from time to time around capsule corp. his relationship with bulma is over. he has no reason to be there ~~on his territory~~. ]

I'm leaving.

[ but that "i" might as well be a "we," as vegeta takes bulma with him, still holding steadfast to her lithe frame, as he takes off in the opposite direction of the shopping center she'd somehow talked him into going to with her after she insisted that he needed a more human-like wardrobe.

clearly, that was a terrible idea. the humans could deal with his saiyan sense of style and the ridiculous amount of clothing with her company's logo printed on it. ]

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