Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Light in the Darkness ❯ Waiting Time ( Chapter 87 )

A Light in the Darkness - Part 87: Waiting Time
by Mia Skywalker & Wataruo

 

PAIRING: Bulma/Vegeta, Yamcha/Hakusai, Lunch/Tenshinhan
RATING: NC-17
WARNINGS: Lemon
C&C: Please! ^_^
DISCLAIMER: Neither of us owns any of the DBZ characters or anything about DBZ, but we both wish we owned the Saiyans. All of them. At least all of the ones with hair. And yes, we're including Yamcha, Ranma, and Ryouga in that, now you know. Dragonball Z and the associated characters are owned by Toei, Viz, Akira Toriyama, and FUNimation. Ranma 1/2 and the characters of Ranma Saotome and Ryouga Hibiki are owned by Viz, Rumiko Takahashi, and some Japanese studio I don't know the name of. We do own what we've written here, and our specific storyline, just not Dragonball or Ranma 1/2 themselves. We make no money off of any of these guys, nor off this fic. We just have fun writing it. Oh, I guess we do own Hakusai and Serori. But I doubt anyone cares. ^_~
SUMMARY: Vegeta gets out of the tank
NOTES: The rest of this story is completely unbeta'd, as I can't seem to find a beta who will be as brutal or thorough as I like, and will get me chapters back in what I feel is a timely manner. I have, however, had training as an editor, and I've edited the remainder of this pretty thoroughly. I would simply like people to be aware that no one else has gone through it to catch any errors or inconsistencies, so it may be more flawed than I realize.

 

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“But he died on Namek when it exploded!” Goku exclaimed in surprise. “How? I don't understand this. How did Frieza survive?”

 

Trunks shook his head. “I don't know,” he said quietly. “All I know is that he came back. That's what mother told me. He came back with his father, who is almost as strong as he is. You fought him and beat him again with the help of the others, but he killed Piccolo and Yamcha's brothers before you managed to kill him. I think the grief over that, on top of aunt Hakusai getting killed by Bojack, is what drove Yamcha over the edge. And Piccolo dying meant that Kami was dead, which meant no dragonballs....”

 

Hakusai closed her eyes. Even though she knew her fate had been changed, she could understand what Yamcha had gone through without her.

 

“You have my undying gratitude, Trunks,” she said quietly. “You have no idea how much I owe you. And I'll never get the chance to repay you.”

 

“No. You are already doing that. Just by being here. All we need to do is prevent the tragedy of my world from happening - prevent Cell from destroying everything - and that will be all I want.” He smiled then, a sweet smile that struck their souls. “I never had the chance to know any of you, or my father. I've never had a family. Now... now I have all of you. And my father.”

 

Hakusai smiled back. “Well, I don't know how good of a family we'll be, but you are welcome here.”

 

Goku nodded his agreement. “We will defeat them! I mean if we don't, then everything you came back for is in vain, right?” he asked, and startled Trunks by placing a hand on his shoulder reassuringly. “Don't worry! Everything will be fine.”

 

Somehow Trunks couldn't help but find hope in Goku's words, just because the larger man believed in them so strongly. One couldn't help but believe along with him, and expect the best of everything. He smiled at Goku, unaware of the hero-worship in his gaze, as they followed the serving robots to the table and ate the meal that had been prepared.

 

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Lunch had listened to the conversation of the others washing around her. Some of the things that had been said about people from the future and time travel didn't make a lot of sense to her. But she did understand when they were talking about having to fight people who wanted to kill them. She got angry when people tried to kill the ones she loved, most particularly Tenshinhan. She knew others were afraid of her, but Tenshinhan wasn't. He never had been. No one would hurt him, not if she could help it. She waited somewhat impatiently by his bedside, hoping he would wake up soon and tell her he was all right.

 

Tenshinhan awoke feeling a little sore, like he had overextended himself in a fight. His eyes snapped open and he turned his head to see Lunch watching over him. “Lunch?” he spoke, his voice quiet. “What happened? Is everyone alright?”

 

Lunch glared down at him, looking almost angry. But since she always looked that way when she was in this form he knew she wasn't any angrier than usual. “I think so. I didn't really care about them. As long as you're all right.”

 

Tenshinhan smiled faintly at Lunch, taking the blonde woman's hand. “I am fine. We won?”

 

Lunch thought about it for a moment, and then nodded. “I guess so. The others came back and they said they had won. Some of them were hurt, but no one was killed. That I know of, at least.”

 

Tenshinhan sighed, looking as relieved as he felt. “I am glad. He was a strong opponent.” He squeezed her fingers. “Have I been unconscious very long?”

 

Lunch shook her head. “No, not really. If you're feeling better we can leave.”

 

She rarely felt comfortable around other people. She preferred Tenshinhan's solitary lifestyle, although her other half sometimes liked being around other people. Still, in general it was easier for her to be with just Tenshinhan and Chaotzu. She was aware that she shared a body with someone entirely unlike herself, and most people didn't understand. She knew the others here knew about her changes, and although she considered a few of them friends, she had gotten used to the solitude of the places Tenshinhan chose for training.

 

He nodded and sat up with Lunch's help. “We can see if the others need anything before we go home.”

 

Lunch nodded, only a little reluctantly. The others had helped them out on occasion and they were friends, after all, so Lunch wouldn't begrudge them anything. Especially since they had helped her get Tenshinhan out of danger today. And since that lavender-haired boy had said Tenshinhan was supposed to have been killed... she couldn't help her feeling of relief that he was still with her. She didn't know what she would do without him. He was the only person she had ever known who was capable of truly accepting both of her halves, and loving both of them equally.

 

Lunch followed Tenshinhan as he entered the lab, and they saw Bulma working at one of her computers. Bulma smiled at both of them. “Are you feeling better, Tenshinhan?”

 

“Yes.” He nodded. “Much better, thank you.” He looked around to notice that Vegeta was in the tank. “Are you alright?”

 

Bulma nodded. “Nothing happened to me.” She followed his gaze to the tank and shook her head. “I just put him in. He should be fine. A few broken ribs, a lot of bruises, but nothing permanent. He's had worse.” She looked at Tenshinhan curiously and wondered if he was beginning to accept Vegeta as one of them now. “Are you going home now? I don't know if they're going to continue the Budokai at a later date or not. They didn't really have a winner.”

 

Tenshinhan sighed. “I imagine they will be cleaning up the pieces now. It isn't unusual for something like this to happen at a tournament. I remember Piccolo crashing in on one once.” He smiled faintly. “I will be in the area in case I am needed.”

 

Bulma nodded, looking at him curiously. “You know my number. Call me if you need anything at all.”

 

Lunch was standing behind Tenshinhan, looking somewhat impatient. She didn't want to stay any longer than she absolutely had to, and was hoping that Tenshinhan could keep the pleasantries to a minimum. “Can we go, Tenshinhan?” she asked, sounding somewhat edgy.

 

“I will. Take care, Bulma-san.” Tenshinhan turned to leave with Lunch close behind him, leaving Bulma alone with Vegeta and Yamcha.

 

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Hakusai ate quickly and excused herself, anxious to check on Yamcha. Before she left she gave Trunks a brief hug, earning another blush out of the young man, and told him not to worry so much. She made her way into the infirmary, passing by Bulma's lab and giving the other woman a faint smile of understanding, each seeing and recognizing in the other their deep concern for their mates.

 

Hakusai sat down in one of the chairs next to Yamcha's bed and leaned forward to pillow her head on his chest. The steady beat of Yamcha's heart reassured her that he was indeed recovering, and she closed her eyes, waiting for him to wake.

 

Shortly after she got there, Yamcha finally stirred. He groaned even before he opened his eyes, feeling every bone and muscle in his body ache with bruises. “Did anyone catch the license of the truck that hit me?” he moaned, as even the slightest movement caused his muscles to protest in pain.

 

“Baka,” Hakusai whispered at him. “If it hurts to move, don't move. And if you ever scare me like that again, you won't have to worry about blue aliens trying to kill you.” She looked down into his eyes and brought up a hand to cup his cheek. “Don't do things like that to me.”

 

Yamcha groaned again, still not opening his eyes. “I won't, I promise.” He sighed, and tried very hard not to move, but even breathing made his muscles scream in pain. “Hakusai? Maybe I should go in the tank. You think Bulma would let me?” He sounded almost plaintive, hoping for a quick way to get out of pain.

 

“As soon as Vegeta is done I don't think she will have a problem with it,” she said. “Somehow I don't think she would let her brother-in-law suffer.”

 

“Vegeta? Vegeta was hurt too?” Yamcha instinctively tried to sit up, then stopped and groaned again. “Damn. I don't think I want to move.” He sighed again. “Will Vegeta be all right?”

 

“Yes, he was. The way she reacted made me think he had been killed. They have a rather strong bond.” She stood and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I'll go see if he is done yet.”

 

Yamcha grunted, not wanting to nod and not even wanting to open his eyes. He felt better after she had kissed him on the forehead, but knew it was just psychological, and let himself drift off as he heard her moving away.

 

“Bulma?” Hakusai poked her head into the lab where the other woman was working. “Is Vegeta finished? If he isn't, I think Yamcha is going to need something for pain.”

 

Bulma looked up from where she had been working and glanced at the monitors. She shook her head after studying them a moment. “No, Vegeta had some broken ribs and he hasn't been in very long, only about half an hour. I can give Yamcha a painkiller, but all he really has are bruises. They'll heal on their own; it'll just take a little longer.”

 

She checked through her cabinets and pulled out a small vial of a clear liquid. She jabbed a needle in it and withdrew some fluid, then hesitated and doubled that amount. She had some idea about Saiyan physiology, and suspected he would need more than a normal human would.

 

She walked over to Yamcha and tapped his arm where she was going to inject him, cleaning it carefully with an antiseptic. He was startled when she slid the needle into him, and didn't have time to do more than cry out in surprise before she removed it again. She looked up at Hakusai.

 

“He'll be out for a little while now. If you want to wait, we can put him in the tank when Vegeta gets out. That will clear up not only his injuries but the medication I gave him as well.”

 

“I think that was a good idea,” Hakusai said, wincing herself. “I was beginning to pick up on his pain.”

 

Bulma gave her a sympathetic smile. “If you want to wait here, you can use the cot Tenshinhan was in earlier.”

 

“Thanks. I'll wait.” Hakusai sighed, her expression unusually troubled. “I want to be here for him.”

 

Bulma nodded and went back to working at her computer. She had been working for a little over an hour when she heard the monitors in the infirmary beeping. She hurried in there, and then smiled in relief when she saw that it was just indicating Vegeta was healed. He was also quite awake and was watching her somewhat impatiently as she drained the liquid and let him out of there. Unlike the last time, there was no tension between them, and he helped her remove the electrodes from his skin almost impatiently. She smiled at him when he stood before her, bare of the equipment and everything else, and she couldn't resist giving him a tight hug in relief that he was truly all right.

 

“Don't you ever die on me, Vegeta!” she whispered demandingly. “And if you ever make me worry that way again, I'll never forgive you!” He knew she didn't mean it, though, as all the love and concern she had for him spilled over into her voice.

 

Vegeta gave her a smirk as he wrapped his arms about her narrow waist. “How long was I in there?”

 

“Not very long,” she replied, pressing her mouth to his shoulder in a gentle kiss. “Only a couple of hours this time.” She pulled back slightly and looked into his face. “You must be hungry, I'd imagine. And we need to get Yamcha in the tank now.”

 

“Yes.” Vegeta nodded. “I am always hungry.” He leaned forward to kiss the end of her nose and was about to pull her closer when a deep cough caught the pair's attention.

 

“You two do have company,” Hakusai remarked. “Do you have to clean the tank out or anything, Bulma?” Hakusai asked, standing up to lift Yamcha. Then she made a face. “Damn, he weighs a ton. Vegeta, put some pants on and give me a hand.”

 

“Do I look like your servant?” Vegeta scowled at her.

 

One black eyebrow arched. “Not at all. But you are my brother.”

 

“Feh...” he grumbled, releasing Bulma to give Hakusai a hand. The two carried Yamcha over to the tank and put him in the straps while Bulma placed the monitors on him.

 

“I was getting acquainted with my nephew earlier,” Hakusai said casually.

 

“Oh?” Vegeta tried not to sound interested.

 

“That boy is too nice to be your son. Good thing he has Bulma's blood. Must be where he gets his manners from.”

 

Bulma waited until Yamcha had been strapped in, then closed the tank up and began refilling it. “No, there's no problem with the matrix,” she said, answering Hakusai's earlier question. “We put Vegeta in right after Ranma came out of it. It resets itself to each person. It'll probably be about an hour before Yamcha is fully healed. Why don't we get something to eat, Vegeta, and leave her alone?”

 

Vegeta pulled on a spare bodysuit that Bulma had in the lab and gestured to Bulma to follow him. “Have fun,” Vegeta remarked dryly to Hakusai as he made his way to the door.

 

“Oh sure, tons of fun. Can't imagine doing anything more exciting in my life,” Hakusai replied just as dryly.

 

Vegeta smirked at her and reached back to take Bulma's hand in his before they left the infirmary.

 

“It seems like we're always doing that, Vegeta.” At his puzzled scowl, Bulma smiled at him as she stepped into the house. “We always seem to be waiting around for one of you to recover from the tank. It might be nice if you could manage to stay uninjured for a few days at least!”

 

Vegeta snorted. “Try keeping obnoxious aliens trying to take over the world out of my hair for a few days, and I will think about it.”

 

“As I recall,” Bulma mused thoughtfully, “you were one of those `obnoxious aliens' once. I seem to remember a certain Saiyan Prince wanting to come here and blow the planet up.” She arched an eyebrow at him. “I'm sure you're sorry that you failed.”

 

“Failed?” He smirked at her. “I managed to get the richest woman on the planet as my mate. I don't think I did that bad.”

 

Bulma shot him a look of annoyance. “Oh yes. I'm sure you planned it that way. Like you wanted to marry well, rather than gain immortality. I'm sure that was your goal all along.” She pulled away from him and crossed her arms over her chest, scowling at him. “Like you wouldn't give it all up for immortality? That's a likely story!”

 

“I once wanted immortality,” he admitted, his tone serious. “But I wouldn't give you up for it.”

 

“Oh. Right.” She rolled her eyes, still scowling at him. “That's likely, I'm sure. I'm just as certain that if you ever did have the chance to be immortal, you would take it without hesitation.” There was a defiant gleam in her eyes and a tension in her stance as she glared at him.

 

“Only if you were granted it as well. What do you think is going to happen to me when you die?” he asked, his voice tight with emotion. “It's bad enough that humans don't live as long as Saiyans...” He frowned then, not wanting to accept the fact his mate would not live as long as he would.

 

Bulma frowned as well, suddenly remembering the bond, and remembering what had happened to both of them when they had denied it. She hadn't realized that Saiyans lived longer than humans, although she should have, based on Yamcha's mother's journal.

 

“How long do Saiyans live?” she asked with a frown. “Chikyuu years, not Saiyan years.”

 

Vegeta appeared to think about this for a few minutes then scowled when he realized how long it actually was. “Three hundred of your years.”

 

Bulma blinked in surprise. “You live that long? But then....” She stared at him. “What are you going to do, when I.... I won't live that long, you know. Humans don't live past a hundred, usually.”

 

Vegeta shrugged. “I'll die,” he said simply.

 

Bulma gasped, and stared at him in shock. “But you.... But what if you wished for immortality before that? Then you wouldn't die, right?” She put a hand on his arm, somehow wishing there was some way she could prevent it.

 

Vegeta looked into her eyes and shrugged again. “I wouldn't want to live without you. I simply accept the fact that when you die, I will follow.”

 

Bulma frowned. There was no way she was going to allow that to happen, although she had no idea how to accomplish it yet. Somehow, though, she would manage. She always did. “Well, don't worry, Vegeta,” she said with a smug confidence. “I'll figure something out. After all, I am a genius!”

 

Vegeta rolled his eyes. “You don't have to figure something out, woman. It doesn't bother me. I have been dead once already.” He slipped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him. “Whatever happens, happens.”

 

Bulma shook her head. She wasn't about to let him die before his time. She would do whatever it took, although she didn't know what that would be. Maybe she could somehow extend her life to that of a Saiyan's? Too bad she wasn't secretly a Saiyan, the way Yamcha had been....

 

Then she blinked. But that didn't mean she couldn't be. The Namekian dragonballs had been used only a few months before, in order to create a new Namek for the Namekian people to live on, but the Earth dragonballs were almost about to be active again. And there was no reason she couldn't make a wish... as long as she was careful how it was worded. She would think of something, she thought confidently.

 

She wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him fondly on the lips. “Why don't we eat dinner and then go to bed? It's been a long day today, Vegeta.”

 

“Yes.” His stomach rumbled in agreement as he released her, and the pair made their way into the kitchen. Vegeta had noticed the thoughtful expression that had passed over Bulma's features. She was up to something; it was simply not like her to let a matter drop when she made up her mind about something. He only hoped that whatever she was planning would do more good than harm.

 

Bulma programmed up a large amount of food for Vegeta, as well as a more normal sized meal for herself. They were both tired from the activities of the day, however, so it wasn't long before they were finished and were headed up to bed.

 

Vegeta leaned back on the bed, propped his head on his arms, and closed his eyes. Considering what kind of day he had - almost getting killed, meeting his son that had not yet been born, and finding another Saiyan - he was strangely not tired.

 

He opened his eyes as Bulma came into the room and he smirked at her nightgown. The thin lacy material left little to his imagination, and as she approached his smirk widened. “Are you tired?” Vegeta asked.

 

She blinked at him, then saw the look in his eyes, the intense fires that seemed to burn just for her. They caused her to melt slightly, making her knees feel slightly like rubber. “It... depends on what you want, Vegeta,” she whispered softly.

 

Vegeta chuckled. “You should be tired,” he said offering her his hand. “Considering what kind of day you have had.” When she took his hand, her fingers curling around his, he pulled her towards him so she was half lying across his chest. “As for what I want....” His voice dropped to a low whisper. “I want you.”

 

Bulma shook her head. “I'm not the one who almost died today,” she denied. She allowed herself to be pulled onto him, and then slid herself up so that they were nose to nose. “If you'd died, I don't know what... I don't even want to think about it.” She closed her eyes then, remembering what Trunks had told her, about how his mother - the woman she would have been - had lost Vegeta in that fight, that he really had died. “Don't you dare die on me, Vegeta,” she whispered to him fiercely. “I couldn't bear it.”

 

Vegeta chuckled as he reached up to brush a strand of hair from her eyes. “I wouldn't dream of it. After all what fun would the afterlife be if you weren't there to argue with me?”

 

She opened her eyes and searched his face, suddenly realizing something. “You know, Vegeta.... We might not end up in the same place. In the afterlife, I mean. Unless you... unless you can change, somehow? Unless you can somehow... make up for everything you've done?”

 

That was something he had not considered and he frowned when he realized she had a point. “And how do I make up for all the lives I have taken?” he asked. “I don't know how I could.” Or if he even wanted to.

 

Bulma sighed. “I don't know. Maybe... maybe Kami can think of something. I can't.” She leaned forward and nuzzled his neck. “But right now, you can make it up to me....” she purred seductively.

 

Vegeta closed his eyes, enjoying her touch as much as the caress of her mouth on his throat. He reached up, fingers entangling in her soft locks. “I can. Perhaps you can show me?”

 

“Show you?” She smiled against his skin, still nibbling the warm flesh. His skin tasted salty, and very masculine. Very Vegeta. “I have to show you? You can't figure something out by yourself?” She licked the sensitive side of his neck, then sank her teeth in lightly, sucking gently on the skin.

 

Vegeta couldn't suppress a startled gasp as her teeth grazed him. He closed his eyes, trying to control himself as she nipped at him. Vegeta growled when she bit him rather hard. Pleasure shot through him, and without warning he had her pinned underneath him, looking up into his passion-drenched gaze.

 

He knew that Bulma had no idea that what she had been doing was incredibly erotic, nor had she realized that it was so Saiyan-like that it had startled him. Vegeta lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her with more restraint than he thought he was capable of, and deepened the kiss only when she tilted her head seeking more.

 

Bulma gasped for breath when Vegeta finally released her from the kiss, and she stared up at him, her eyes glazed with her own passion and desire, yet filled with confusion as well.

 

“Vegeta?” she whispered huskily. “Was I doing something wrong?”

 

“No,” Vegeta whispered, his hunger for her apparent in his gaze and voice. “You could never do anything wrong.”

 

He leaned forward once more, captured her mouth and slipped his tongue in between her lips to taste her sweetness. He was vaguely aware of her arms slipping around his neck as he caught her lower lip in between his teeth and sucked at it with gentle suction before he moved to her throat.

 

Bulma gasped, her eyes closing as she leaned back to accept his kisses against her neck. She whimpered when he scraped his teeth lightly against her skin, and instinctively opened her legs for him, allowing him to settle between them. She felt the warmth of his skin even through the lace of the lingerie she was wearing. As usual he wore nothing, and when he reached down and slid the tiny lace underpants she wore down her thighs, she felt his manhood pressing against her stomach.

 

Her fingers moved up and entwined in the hair on the back of his neck stroking it tenderly, as she writhed slightly under him. He slid her panties down to her knees, then sat up and slid them the rest of the way down, trailing his fingers down her legs as he did so. She trembled at his touch, making him smirk at her in satisfaction. Kuso, she was beautiful! Her skin was flushed with desire, her breasts heaving, her nipples showing through the sheer lacy lingerie, just enough for his imagination to fill in the rest.

 

He slid his hands back up her legs slowly, tormenting her with his gentle caress, lingering over every soft bit of skin on her. When he reached up to her hips, he started to slide his hands inwards towards the junction of her thighs, but then stopped, and moved outwards towards her hips, tracing over the edges of her buttocks. She moaned in frustration, wishing he would touch her there, knowing that his touches and kisses could ignite and fulfill her.

 

Vegeta smelled her arousal deepening. She wanted him; that much was obvious. But he would arouse her far more before he was finished playing. He continued to slide his hands up her sides, and then moved them over her belly, his thumbs toying with her bellybutton for several minutes before continuing upward. He used the backs of his hands to slide her nightshirt up, exposing her stomach and breasts. He stared down at her for several seconds, even as his hands lingered over the soft mounds, and then with a stifled groan he leaned forward and took a nipple in his mouth.

 

She almost shot out of the bed at the sensation of it. His hands had been slowly firing every nerve in her body, sensitizing them to his touches and caresses, and this sudden assault on her was almost too much. She cried out, her legs wrapping around his waist automatically, her fingers tangling in his hair.

 

“Vegeta!” she called out, gasping for breath.

 

He pulled away then, realizing he had almost lost control. He wanted to savor this, make it linger, make it last forever if he could. He paused, panting slightly, staring down into her flushed face. He reached down then and took the edges of her nightshirt, then carefully peeled it up over her head. She was so aroused she didn't even feel it, but as soon as it was gone and she was bare to his gaze, she reached up towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

 

He allowed her to pull him down against her, pressing themselves tightly against one another for several seconds, before he disentangled her from himself again. He raised himself up and gazed down at her, then gently cupped her cheek with one hand.

 

“Beautiful,” he whispered, before he brought his mouth down against hers for a long passionate kiss.

 

When they were both breathless he pulled back again, then let his hands roam down her body. He lowered himself again to her breasts, suckling them lightly, grazing the nipples with his teeth, flicking the tips of them with his tongue. She writhed wildly under him, bucking at him, wanting more from him. He could feel her wetness against the root of his manhood, and growled in frustration as his own desires began to overwhelm him.

 

He trembled as he tried to hold himself back, but although he tried to keep his arousal from swamping over him, he could no longer resist her invitation; he pulled her legs from around his waist and sheathed himself inside of her. She arched her hips up to welcome him, then wrapped her legs around his hips, rocking him more deeply inside of herself.

 

Vegeta's neck arched back as her tightness and warmth enveloped him. He lifted her ankles up to his shoulders, suddenly driving even more deeply into her. Both of them groaned together then, and he began a gentle thrusting rhythm, which quickly grew fiercer and more intense. Bulma didn't seem to be bothered by it, however, and instead seemed to revel in it, moving her own hips to encourage his movements.

 

Both of them were flooded by the incredible sensations of him inside of her, stroking her forcefully, flooding each other with pleasure. When the dam finally broke and the flood washed over both of them, her own cries were drowned out by the pure masculine roar of possessive pride that he gave off, as they both reached their climax together. Once again Bulma felt that strange sensation of Vegeta's mind entwining with hers so intimately, sharing what they each felt as they felt it, somehow enhancing the experience beyond anything that it would have been with anyone else.

 

Vegeta rolled over onto his back, taking Bulma with him so she ended up on his chest. He was still trembling from the force of his orgasm, his breath coming in short gasps. It never ceased to amaze him that every time they made love it was more intense than the last, and it seemed to make their bond stronger. Every touch, every caress made him more possessive, more protective of the delicate creature he held against himself.

 

Vegeta closed his eyes as his breathing slowed back to normal, his fingers idly tracing patterns on her skin as he listened to her regain her senses. He smirked with satisfaction as he felt her heart racing, and leaned forward to whisper in her ear.

 

“Ai shiteru.”

 

Bulma ran her hands along his forearms and up his biceps. She rested them on his warm shoulders, feeling the steely strength beneath the palms of her hands. She shivered at his breath in her ear, and let her head rest forward into the crook of his shoulder.

 

“Ai shiteru, Vegeta,” she whispered against his skin, kissing him there lovingly. “Now and forever.”

 

Her eyes slid closed, as she slowly drifted to sleep, secure in the warmth and comfort of Vegeta's embrace.

 

 

To be continued.....

 

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And in the next exciting episode of DragonBall Z: A Light in the Darkness... Yamcha wakes up

 

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