Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Dark Heart ❯ A Night To Remember ( Chapter 23 )

Vegeta touched down on the cold grass, still holding Bulma zealously in his strong arms. They'd been flying in the dark for what seemed like an eternity until his sharp Saiyan senses had found the perfect spot for them to install their small Capsule Corp. house.

The flight had been absolutely unbearable, and his mate had driven him so mad with desire that, once he'd finally decided to allow himself to lose control and make love to her, he'd been dangerously close to just ripping off her dress and take her on one of the soft burgundy couches of the strip-club. Luckily, his cool, disciplined mind still preserved a tiny spark of rationality, reminding him that a woman like Bulma deserved more than a cheap fuck on some filthy, underground joint, so he'd simply grabbed her by the hand, literally rushing outside the building and taking off into the dark sky.

During their journey, she'd kept her arms and legs firmly wrapped around him, holding onto him for dear life as she buried her face in the crook of his neck. She'd shamelessly placed hot kisses all over his warm skin, rubbing herself against him, mercilessly testing his self-control as he precariously attempted to find just the right place for them to temporarily settle down.

“Here,” he finally whispered, one arm refusing to let go of her waist as the other reached for the small capsule Bulma had entrusted him with before they'd abandoned their ship. Vegeta clicked on its small button, throwing it away at a safe distance and instantaneously revealing a humble dwelling.

Knowing his woman couldn't see at all in the black of night, the Saiyan carried her in his arms until he reached the wooden door, opening it with one arm and finally letting her go when they got inside, where Vegeta immediately turned on the lights in the small living room. A tiny hand quickly placed itself on top of his, slowly reducing the intensity of the lighting.

“Do you mind?” She asked demurely in a low voice, offering him a timid smile.

Vegeta raised an eyebrow at that, shocked by the sudden coyness his mate was displaying. It was strange for Bulma to feel uncomfortable about the thought of making love to him with the lights on, in fact, if he recalled correctly, she'd literally jumped him and had her way with him in broad daylight in the past. Perhaps his woman was still feeling insecure, especially now that the faint effects of the liquor she'd drank in the nightclub had dissipated during their nocturnal flight. For some reason, the sight of his beautiful mate still feeling unconfident didn't sit right with him, and he promised himself that he'd, once and for all, show her just how desirable she truly was to him.

The Saiyan turned around in one swift motion, grabbing the hand Bulma had placed over his and kissing its long fingers delicately, his penetrating onyx eyes never leaving hers. He could sense her body trembling, both in nervousness and anticipation, her eyes an irresistible mixture of hunger and apprehension. He smirked wickedly, his mouth still firmly pressed against the smooth skin of her hand, and the roguish gesture unconsciously made her bite her glossy lips in expectation.

Her index finger traveled leisurely across his bottom lip, and soon the other ones followed, her hand languorously caressing his hot cheek and hiding in his wild hair, clutching it greedily.

“Vegeta…” She mumbled hungrily against his mouth, her cute little nose shyly nuzzling his as she kissed him languidly, making him exhale in relief. For an instant, he'd feared his mate's soberness would have made her change her mind but, thankfully, she still wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

They kissed for a few minutes, quietly enjoying the taste of each other's mouth, relishing this brief moment of calmness they both knew would inevitably soon give place to the insatiable passion that had always surrounded them, ever since they'd given in to each other for the very first time.

Vegeta broke the kiss gasping for air, pressing his forehead against Bulma's, his warm breath sweetly intermingling with hers. He closed his eyes, feeling his head spinning, his body's old cravings newly re-awakened by the presence of the gorgeous woman standing right in front of him. His shaky hands grazed her flushed cheeks almost reverently, and he quickly realized he hadn't felt this vulnerable in a very long time. There was something about his mate that made him feel completely raw and exposed, perhaps because she was the only living creature he'd ever truly given a damn about other than himself. He knew he'd hurt her more times than he could count, and yet here she was, following him through the dark confines of Space, and finding him, gradually bringing him back from the death he'd been living in ever since he'd abandoned her magnificent planet.

He finally dared to open his eyes, only to find those big, sparkly blue ones staring right into his soul, patiently waiting for him to make the next move.

That's what she did, wasn't it?

That's what she'd always done…

Wait.

Wait for him to open up to her, for him to be brave enough to acknowledge what had inevitably grown between them and, eventually, for him to finally do something about it.

She'd changed something in him, deeply and fundamentally, and he didn't quite know what to do about it anymore, what to do with this new man she'd created. Or, perhaps, this new man had always lived inside of him, and she'd merely had enough power to release him to the world, and he'd been so terrified, he'd simply chosen to run away from her and their son.

But there was no escape now.

Not anymore...

He was here and so was she and Vegeta knew all he had to do was the thing he hated the most: letting go, surrendering to her and allowing their famished, lust-inflamed bodies to take charge and do the rest.

“What have you done to me, woman?” His lips murmured breathlessly, and the almost crazy look in his eye made Bulma tremble in a delicious blend of fear and desire.

She had no words for him, no reply to his enigmatic question, but guessing the real meaning behind it, she kissed him innocently again, her curvaceous body melting against him, feeling his excruciating arousal thick and ready, just for her. He groaned in frustration, grasping a handful of her messy hair and forcing her head back into submission, running his lips across her powerlessly exposed neck and feeling her increasingly fast heartbeat beneath them as he hungrily kissed and licked her ivory skin, making Bulma moan desperately in need and approval.

Her head felt dizzy as she succumbed to Vegeta's ravenous ministrations, both gentle and passionate, just as he'd always been. A sorrowful image rapidly flashed her mind, the image of the defeated man who'd come to say goodbye to her that last night back on Earth, when they'd just lay naked next to each other, and she marveled at how different the man now fervently nibbling and kissing her neck was. When he suddenly bit her fragile skin, making her gasp in unexpected pleasure and pain, she knew she'd finally unleashed the beast, a hungry, predatory animal that wanted nothing more than to satisfy her every need. For all his faults, her mate had never been a selfish lover, and evidence of that was the heated tongue that was now soothingly licking the spot he'd just bitten carefully enough not to break her delicate skin.

That was what she loved about him the most, how much self-control and, dare she say it, tenderness, he could display in spite of his colossal physical strength. In all the time she'd known him, he'd never ever hurt her, and she implicitly knew he never would.

His mouth travelled upwards, now working its magic on her earlobe, gnawing on it and running his tongue across it before his husky voice talked again, his powerful statement reverberating all over her.

“I have you in my blood, Bulma…”

His words made her heart skip a beat, and her hands grabbed him, hopelessly clutching the tight sleeves of his fighting suit like a drowning woman lost at sea holding onto the only thing that could possibly save her, the only man who could put out the fire that consumed her; she shivered, squeezing her eyes shut and feeling her eyes suddenly burn with unshed tears.

He wanted her.

He still truly wanted her…

Vegeta must have smelled her tears, since he reluctantly ceased his ministrations and looked at her again, holding her face domineeringly once more.

“Bulma, look at me,” he softly commanded, his gentle but firm tone forcing Bulma to open her eyes at once. His thumbs affectionately caressed her cheeks, and his body language told her he was attempting to control his urges and slow down his pace just for her sake. “There will be no tears tonight,” there was a brief pause as he kissed her lips tenderly. “Only pleasure…” He promised.

Her turquoise eyes kept staring at him, unable to hide the shock at her mate's statement. Vegeta seldom talked before their intimate encounters together, very rarely daring to verbalize his feelings and making promises to her with even less frequency. Bulma gulped unconsciously, nervously assenting in silent acceptance of the promise of a night dedicated to pleasure and pleasure alone.

Before she could say anything else, the Saiyan wrapped his arms around her, pressing her body against him as he proceeded to walk towards the living room's small white couch. He never stopped, not even when the back of her legs finally touched the plush cushion and was practically forced to lay on it as Vegeta carefully accommodated her petite form on its soft surface.

Bulma felt his hard body trap hers beneath him, his compact but heavy muscles creating a warm prison she'd never feel the need to escape from. She kissed him hotly once again, her sharp fingernails poking the back of his robust neck, driving Vegeta absolutely mad with desire. He grunted, supporting his weight on trembling arms, knowing full well that if he rubbed his core against hers he'd spill himself before he had the chance to bring her to climax at least once.

His thick fingers explored her shapely thighs, leaving a path of fire on their way up and making her skin prickle almost instantly. He gladly swallowed the moan that escaped Bulma's mouth, and her neediness became apparent when he felt her hips attempting to rise and meet his in vain, making him smirk triumphantly against her lips. When her lips parted from his, panting excitedly and trying to catch some air, her small hands frantically tugged on his cold armor, imploring pathetically. “P-Please…” 

“What is it, woman?” He asked in a murmur, knowing exactly just what she was asking for.

“Please, Vegeta…” Bulma begged urgently. “Take it off… I… I want to feel you…”

His hands possessively squeezed the flesh of her pale thigh in response to her pleas.

“You're already feeling me, woman…” Vegeta whispered impishly against her swollen red lips. “I'm right here…”  He declared, his rough fingers now discovering the outside of her black thong, proudly noticing it was, indeed, the indecent piece of lingerie he'd chosen for her to wear back in their ship.

Gods!

She was soaking wet already…

Vegeta kept caressing her through the dark, silky fabric, making Bulma whimper pitifully. She was no longer trying to take off his armor and was now pulling at the elastic material of the neck of his shirt, bringing him as close to her as she humanly could and panting loudly and urgently against his mouth. She couldn't wait any longer, she wanted him, needed him to bring her the release she so desperately desired.

“Ve-Vegeta… Please…”

“Please, what, Bulma?” He mumbled again, his hand still teasing her center, running his index finger dangerously across her moist underwear.

She sobbed loudly, wildly nuzzling his tanned cheek and biting his thick lower lip, awakening Vegeta's most primitive side. He kept looking at her, enjoying how easy it was for him to bring his stunning mate seriously close to the edge.

“I… I need you… Please…”

Unable to wait any longer either, Vegeta ripped off the tiny thong, exposing her smooth, saturated sex to him. He couldn't help but lick his lips hungrily at the sight of it, rosy and already thinly coated with the glistening proof of her desire. His calloused finger grazed her entrance with a barely there, feathery touch. “Is this what you need?” He asked in a masculine, hoarse voice.

“Gods, yes! Yes! Please…”

Her voice was sweet and needy and she kept arching her body, fervently inviting him to invade her striking body with his expert touch.

“How badly do you need me, woman?” He enquired again, tenderly exploring her soft wet folds, but being very careful not to penetrate her yet. There were some words he still needed to hear from her clever little mouth before he finally gave in to her wishes…

“P-Please, Vegeta… D-Don't do this to me, please…”

He immediately removed his hand away from her center, quickly grabbing the pert flesh of her bottom and pressing her sweet pussy against his cock. Bulma automatically wrapped one of her long legs around the back of his muscular thighs, rubbing herself against him. He was still painfully hard, and his now agonizingly tight pants were already shamefully damp with precum. With great difficulty, he repeated his question. “How badly do you need me, Bulma?”

She couldn't even reply, tilting her head back, already getting lost in her own pleasure as she kept rubbing her sensitive clit against his stiffness. Vegeta roared, demanding her full attention by squeezing the flesh of her round ass even harder. 

“Tell me, woman!”

The harsh, frantic tone in his voice quickly brought her back to reality, and her eyes widened in shock at the desperate, animalistic look in his deep, obscure eyes.

“I… I need you, Vegeta… I need you more than… More than anything…”

“More than anyone?” He asked almost menacingly.

“W-What…?”

“More than anyone?”

“Vegeta, what…?”

He sank the elbow of the arm that had been previously supporting his weight on the couch, sliding his hand behind her head and cradling her against him, mysteriously whispering in her ear.

“Have you had another man during my absence, woman?”

A fleeting rush of panic coursed her body at the thought of Vegeta thinking she'd been capable of being with another man while he'd been gone. The very idea was absolutely preposterous: the sexy bastard had forever ruined her for other men anyway, and one look at him told her he knew it just as well as she did. He wasn't actually jealous; he simply needed her to reassure him, to openly declare that he was the only man she'd ever share her body and soul with.

“N-No! Never!” Bulma muttered passionately, pressing her lips against his. “There's only you…” She kissed him eagerly yet again. “Only you…”

Vegeta knew she was telling the truth and yet, his woman's verbalization that she'd never allow anyone else to touch her felt good, disconcertingly good for a man who'd always taken pride in needing nothing and no one. During his cold, solitary nights without her, he'd often found his mind invaded by dark thoughts and images of Bulma eventually finding a substitute for him, a new lover, a new mate…

Vegeta grunted angrily, forcing those gloomy, impossible thoughts away, and he brought her pretty face even closer to his.

“I'm going to need some evidence, Bulma…” He demanded, appreciating her body's reaction to the sound of her name on his perfect lips while his thick fingers waited patiently, exasperatingly still, at her wet entrance. “I need you to show me… Show me no one else has touched you while I was gone, woman…”

Bulma's bright eyes looked at him curiously.

Show him?

How?

Her entire body felt hot, trembling in need just for him, and his obsessive words did nothing but increase the fire she felt burning between her legs, so she did the only thing she could think of, taking matters literally into her own hands.

One of her hands shakily travelled through her inflamed body and shyly placed itself over his. Bulma took one final questioning glance at Vegeta and the ghost of a treacherous smile on his lips told her exactly what he wanted her to do. Her middle finger pushed his inside of her agonizingly slowly, and she sighed in relief when she felt him immediately take control, moving gently within her body.

“Oh…” She moaned, arching her back and pressing her voluptuous breasts against his solid, impenetrable armor.

“Is this what you need?” He asked playfully, silently marveling at the sight of Bulma's features already contorting deliciously in pleasure. His finger skillfully touched just the right spot, the one he knew could drive her mad, and she instantly hissed in delight, rocking her hips against his expert touch.

Vegeta kept masterfully working her body, enjoying her warm tightness; she felt just like she did the first time he'd made love to her, and here, with his fragile woman in his arms, it was as if time had never passed, as if they'd never been apart. When she didn't reply to him he asked her again, pumping slightly harder into her.

“Tell me, Bulma…” He whispered powerfully. “Tell me what you need…”

She clung to him even more desperately, her feminine nails digging into his strong biceps. “Oh, Gods! Y-You…! I… I need you!”

“Just me?”

“J-Just… Oh! Just you!”

He bit her earlobe lightly, prompting a surprised gasp from his shivering mate. “I'm the only one, Bulma… You're mine!”

She nodded frantically as he held his triumphant, unwavering gaze, pressing his brow against hers while he kept penetrating her, gradually increasing his pace.

“Do you want more, little woman?”

Bulma assented again, her blue eyes completely clouded by desire…

He smirked victoriously. “Then you know what you have to do…”

She bit her lip, and one of her trembling hands forced another one of his rugged fingers inside of her. He didn't waste any time now, giving her just what she wanted, fucking her mercilessly with those thick, hard-skinned fingers as she filled the barely lit house with her moans and the indecent sounds of his hands ruthlessly working her soaked little pussy. Her climax was now so close she could almost taste it, and her tongue danced with his in an ardent, intense kiss as she felt her inner walls begin to tighten.

“Yes… Oh, Gods… Y-Yes! I… I'm…”

“Are you going to cum?” He asked knowingly, his painfully hard cock rebelliously twitching at the incredible spectacle taking place under him.

“Oh, yes… I… I'm going to…”

“Finish it, Bulma… Cum for me…” Vegeta commanded possessively.

Her fingers swiftly reached her sensitive bundle of nerves, caressing it shakily in her desperate chase for release as his firm, husky words of encouragement reverberated in her ears.

“Do it for me, woman…”

Vegeta's fingers curled, expertly touching just the right spot once more, and then it happened…

Bulma's body exploded in ecstasy, screaming desperately as her entire form shook in pleasure. A pleasure she hadn't experienced for far too long. A pleasure only her mate could provide her with. Her tiny hands kept holding on to him while Vegeta's fingers remained inside of her, skillfully slowing down their pace as he cherished the satisfaction of feeling his woman climax right on his hand. It truly was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, and he cursed himself for his own stupidity, for having neglected her for such a long amount of time.

Her body gradually grew limp as the sporadic aftershocks from her orgasm slowly faded away, and her fingers left his arms, delicately caressing his cheeks, one hand lovingly wiping off his sweaty brow. Vegeta was still trembling in need, and the fact that he'd withheld his own hunger just to satisfy her desires first made her love him even more.

“Thank you…” She whispered gratefully, languidly placing a tender, amorous kiss on his starving lips.

He nodded silently, the look of pure adoration in her eyes stirring something deep inside of him, something he couldn't fully identify, a feeling that made him feel both proud and yet unworthy of it. He was still cradling her head against his face, enjoying her warmth and placing soft, light kisses all over her blushed skin.

For a moment, he didn't know what to do, inwardly wondering if the woman would need some time to recover before they carried on and moved to the bedroom. He still hadn't had his fill of her, but he was willing to wait as long as she wanted. He'd promised himself, after all, that he'd put her needs first throughout the entire week they'd be spending together.

As usual, his brave little woman made the next move, reaching for the hand that had just given her so much gratification and bringing it to her mouth, indolently licking her own juices from his practiced fingers as she looked at him through the heavy-lidded eyes of a well-satisfied woman while Vegeta kept staring at her, almost entranced and gritting his teeth, barely managing to keep his urges at bay. When she finished her lewd task, she naughtily bit the tip of his middle finger, scrunching her nose cutely and smiling at him.

“Take me to bed,” she simply asked, encircling his neck with her slim arms, those sparkly oceanic eyes never losing that pure look of affection towards him.

Vegeta didn't need to be told twice, and he just held her in his arms, wandering through the small living room in search of the bedroom. It suddenly occurred to him that he'd barely payed any attention to the house Bulma had brought for this trip: it was small and humble, yet comfortable and with a cozy air to it, certainly much warmer and hospitable than any of the luxurious palaces he'd visited so far. He walked in the dark, carrying his mate in a strong embrace until he reached their destination: a bedroom simply furnished with a double bed, a nightstand and a large chair placed in one of the corners.

Vegeta gently sat Bulma at the foot of the bed and, seeing she was still dressed, he knelt on the carpet in front of her, leisurely caressing her pale thighs in a comforting motion as he enjoyed the sight of her, all peaches and cream skin and tousled blue waves.

“Undress for me, woman,” he requested in an undertone, his eyes never deserting hers. She kept observing him with wide, curious eyes, and he could perceive that, even though she felt a lot calmer, there was still a hint of diffidence in her movements.

Without questioning his orders, her small hands reached behind her slender neck, slowly loosening the tight knot that had been keeping her skimpy black dress in place and letting go of it, allowing the scarce, silky fabric to fall and slide across her body, thus freeing her firm, ripe breasts. Vegeta soon took control, carefully lifting her hips and finally removing the seductive garment, leaving her clad only in her sparkly pair of high heels, which he also proceeded to take off, his famished hands and mouth never abandoning the satiny skin of her legs for too long as he kept touching, kissing and feeling them repeatedly.

Once he had her fully undressed he raised his eyes again, only to find her with her arms wrapped around her body in a futile attempt to modestly cover herself from his avid gaze. His fingers firmly lifted her slightly shuddering jaw, forcing her to look him in the eye, his breath intermingling with hers as he muttered a possessive statement against her lips.

“I thought we'd agreed that you were mine, woman…”

Bulma remained silent for a moment, her confused mind and body feeling dazed, struggling with unclear emotions of both eager anticipation and insecurity, fully aware of the fact that they were finally about to cross the final invisible line that had kept them apart for so long now, and wondering what that would eventually lead them to. It certainly wouldn't be the first time they'd become lovers, and yet, she'd never felt those black, ravenous eyes look at her the way they were looking at her now. The man kneeling in front of her exposed body was neither the broken, defeated man she'd last seen on Earth the night prior to his departure, nor the over-confident, cocky bastard that had first made her fall head over heels for him when they'd first met. There was a new vulnerability in his eyes, a rare, uncovered honesty he'd never shared with her before.    

She finally gave him a reply, an anxious, ragged breath escaping her apprehensive, parted lips.

“I am…” 

A proud, satisfied smirk drew itself on Vegeta's lips.

“Then why are you trying to hide from me?” He susurrated in a low authoritative voice, placing an innocent kiss on her mouth. “Uncover your body for me, Bulma…”

Bulma's hands courageously bared her naked form for her lover to see, and the Prince's hands immediately payed attention to it, gently fondling her perky round breasts, basking in their feminine softness. His calloused fingertips grazed her nipples, already hardening under his touch as his mate's breathing deepened, her wet tongue slipping inside his mouth intensifying his need for her tenfold.

“Good girl…” Vegeta muttered in approval, that devastating smirk never leaving his handsome face.

He gladly responded to her kiss for a few minutes, until he was unable to ignore the silent screams of his body, begging him to make her his once and for all, and he finally forced himself to let go of her delicate face, slowly standing in front of her. For a man that wasn't excessively tall, he always carried himself with such an unusual, admirably imposing manner, that he made her feel even smaller, like a snowy little mouse about to be devoured by a dark large cat. He removed his armor in one quick, smooth motion, taking off the shirt of his tight fighting suit just as fast.

Bulma slowly crawled backwards, never taking her eyes off him, until she positioned herself on the center of the large bed. She precariously supported her weight on her elbows, admiring the way Vegeta was getting rid of his attire, getting ready for her. She'd always loved him in human clothes, but there was something about this strong, powerful warrior removing his armor before making love to her that made her feel giddy with excitement every single time without fail. When Vegeta took off his boots and spandex pants, finally freeing his now fully erect member, her tongue travelled her lips in appreciation and a new wave of arousal invaded her treacherous body, the exotic scent making the warrior's smirk widen knowingly.

Damn him and his superhuman Saiyan senses…

Not only could that perfectly chiseled body put the beauty of a Greek God to shame, but his many talents made him far superior in many ways to any human lover she could have possibly had.

He was magnificent, and after having been taken by him, no other man would ever be able to take his place…

He sank his sturdy knees on the bed, and he gradually crawled towards her, bit by bit, taking the time to devour her nude perfection with his starving eyes.

She was immaculate.

As perfect as a flawless, porcelain doll, with the moonlight playing catch-and-seek games with her soft curves and that ivory skin splayed resplendently over the white, silken fabric of her bedsheets. His nostrils inhaled the lingering, saturated perfume of the climax he'd already brought her that night, perfectly combined with the new wave of sexual excitement emanating from her every pore, awakening the animalistic yearning of the Saiyan beast that had laid dormant for countless months.

What an intoxicating, bewitching little creature this woman could be…

When he reached his destination, Vegeta pressed his lips hungrily against hers, accepting the weak cries that escaped Bulma's throat when the thick tip of his hard, swollen cock made contact with her still over-sensitized bud, making her instinctively wrap her legs around his and her hands reach down to his perfectly shaped buttocks, sinking her nails into the hard flesh and scratching it unashamedly.

His hips began rocking against hers, his oozing length rubbing between the dampened apex of her thighs, her silky nether lips already demanding more from him, increasing the speed and intensity of her movements in a new, needy quest for pleasure. She pronounced his name in a desperate moan, begging him to put an end to her suffering, her supplicant eyes imploring for his body to give her what she needed the most.

Vegeta hugged her against his hard chest, his ruthless fingers tangled in her wild, sinuous hair while his other hand caressed her cheek affectionately. By now, he was truly starting to lose his self-control at the touch of her soft, girlie hands pushing his buttocks, bringing him closer to her as she pressed his solid physique against hers. Her pretty, pink nipples rubbed against his, and her body felt just as perfect as it'd always been; if carrying his child had changed anything about her, those changes had been nothing but positive.

“You look glorious, woman…” He declared with a tinge of unhidden adoration behind those bottomless dark eyes, making Bulma's breath momentarily hitch in shock. It was so rare for him to compliment her this way, especially without bothering to hide his now unmistakable fondness for her...

“Vegeta…” She whimpered, so deeply moved she feared she'd burst into tears at any minute.

Before any more words could leave her mouth, Vegeta entered her moist warmth without warning, burying himself deep inside of her in a gentle but intense move, making the tiny woman beneath him sob in relief at finally becoming one with him. After all the time they'd been apart, there was still a part of her that couldn't believe they were finally able to lie like this, in each other's arms.

He carefully halted his movements, patiently giving her trembling body time to adjust to his immense size.

Gods!

She was so tight he felt as if he was being squeezed by a slick, satin glove…   

Bulma's legs trapped his hips, and she pulled him in a close embrace as her body started to move underneath him, silently communicating that she was alright and encouraging him to continue.

Vegeta's body instinctually understood her silent request and he leisurely began moving inside of her, his rigid cock gliding in and out of her as he rocked his robust body against her pliant, welcoming one. She kept pulling him against her possessively, as if she were afraid he'd disappear, her exhausted, pleasure-filled mind secretly wondering if this was a dream, a dream she'd suddenly awaken from, only to discover he'd vanished, yet again, from her life.

Bulma squeezed her eyes shut, trying to focus instead on the incredible sensations her mate was providing her with, his hardness exploring and mercilessly invading her insides, making her flesh shiver in delight. Her mouth lavished the bronzed skin of his face with tender but desperate kisses all over as she clung to him for dear life. But, unable to handle the unusual, affectionate way in which Vegeta was making love to her, she soon found herself overwhelmed by sad, disheartening emotions that kept distracting her, stopping her from simply basking in his touch and, before she knew it, she had to let go of him, covering her face with pale, shaky hands and suddenly bursting into tears.

Vegeta ceased his actions immediately, absolutely horrified at the sight of his gorgeous woman crying while she was in bed with him. In all the countless times they'd been intimate together, she'd never reacted this way to his touch.

`Did she not want this anymore?'

“Bulma?” He asked in an anxious whisper, finally mustering the courage to talk. He was still physically connected to her, but afraid to move or touch her in any other way for fear of her reaction.

“I… I'm s-sorry…” Bulma replied pitifully in embarrassment, quickly feeling like an utter fool for behaving this way in front of him, especially at a moment like this.

The Saiyan took a deep breath in an attempt to cool down. He could still feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins, but it'd become apparent by now that his mate was no longer in the mood.

“Woman…” He muttered again. One of his hands covered hers, trying to coax her gently to uncover her tearful face for him. “Bulma, look at me… Did I…?” He paused briefly, paralyzed by fear at the mere thought of what he was about to ask. “Did I hurt you?”

The heartbreaking concern in his voice made her promptly shake her head, wiping off her face with the back of her hands.

“N-No, Vegeta… It's just…” She sighed, soothingly caressing his cheeks, trying to show him that her emotional outburst had nothing to do with his actions. It seemed to do the trick, and Vegeta's tension gradually vanished as he cautiously started petting her hair. “Then, what's the matter? Do you…? Do you want to stop?” He enquired again, still not understanding what the problem was.

Bulma panicked at his offer, and pulled his face even closer, pressing her brow against his.

“Gods! No! I don't want you to stop! I just…”

His fingers lingered on the still wet corners of her bright, tear-stained eyes, delicately wiping them off. “You just what, woman?” He prodded again in a low, breathy voice.

“I just…” Bulma exhaled shakily again. “I guess I just can't believe you're here, with me…” She whispered timidly, fresh tears pooling in her eyes again. “I… I th-thought I'd n-never see you again…”

Vegeta observed her thoughtfully, trying to absorb every detail about the shy, tremulous woman lying under him. Her fingertips never abandoned his cheeks and there was an air of wonder in her eyes, as if she were expecting him to fade away, to dematerialize from the room, leaving to never come back.

Just as he'd done to her in the past…

Had she finally stopped trusting him?

And, could he really blame her if that was the case?

Vegeta knew now what he'd known, in his heart, all along: he'd made a huge mistake in abandoning her the way he had, without even a goodbye or a mere explanation. She was his woman, the only person who'd been brave enough to get close to him, the only one good enough to get under his skin, the mother of his child…

He felt his manhood still firmly buried within her enticing body, and all he wanted to do was to take her, to make love to her and make her doubts and fears finally go away.

Did this mean he was ready to come back to her for good?

His lips kissed her newly in a hot, impassioned kiss, his unruly hips thrusting into her in unison with just the same ardor, wanting to possess her, to make her his.

If only she'd let him this time…

“I am here, Bulma,” he promised, kissing her again and keenly gulping down the moans that left her lips once more, like music to his ears, unmistakably reassuring him that she still wanted all he had to offer.

Bulma threw her head back, hissing in pleasure while her man's unyielding body resumed his motions, plunging into her slowly, again and again, gradually making her forget about her fears and apprehensions as he kept reawakening her desire for him like only he could. His hand travelled to the nape of her neck, her pale throat, now lightly coated in perspiration, fully exposed to him. He brought her closer, licking and nibbling her creamy skin, feeling her fluttering pulse beneath sharp, ravenous Saiyan teeth.

Vegeta smirked mischievously against her vulnerable flesh, already knowing the answer to his next question…

“Do you still want me to stop, woman?” He asked maliciously as another powerful thrust pinned her mercilessly against the bed.

“Gods, no! Vegeta, please…” She begged, lifting her head, and looking him right in the eye. Her mouth was now wide open, panting wildly as her sharp nails clung to his broad shoulders like a lifeline. “Please don't stop… I… I want you…”

That did it…

The warrior roared in retaliation, fiercely crushing his lips into hers, and she gladly received him, growling and mewling inside of him. She was no longer able to recall her tears, her dizzy mind completely consumed by the relentless way in which Vegeta's thick cock rammed into her, over and over again, as he possessively embraced her against him, so tightly she could feel his powerful heartbeat thrashing against her chest.

It wasn't long before she needed even more from him….

“Vegeta…” Her warm, misty breath moaned in the curve of his neck. “Please…”

His name on her lips drove him even crazier. “Please what, woman?” He demanded breathlessly, his thick fingers sinking even further into her frail shoulder blades as he kept hugging her, making Bulma gasp in response. It was impossible to forget just how strong and dangerous this man really was, how many beings had suffered and perished by his hand, and yet, she knew too damn well just how much pleasure those same gifted hands were able to provide.  

All Hell broke loose when she turned her head to the side all of a sudden, aggressively scrapping his flushed cheek as she forced him to look at her.

“More…” She demanded in a passionate, hoarse whisper.

Her unexpected demanding words, together with her sudden physical, almost animalistic behavior, pushed the Saiyan even further to the edge, and one of his hands let go of her upper back, aggressively palming one of her plump ass cheeks so he could lift her hips and bring her even closer, burying his thick length even deeper, making her taste every single inch of him.

“Fuck!” Bulma whimpered, desperately clawing at his shoulders when the warrior finally allowed himself to let go, fucking her thoroughly and without restrain. The previously dead silent room was soon permeated by their moans and grunts and the sound of their drenched flesh clashing against each other in a desperate quest for release.

“I'm... I'm close! I'm…” She cried, biting on the hard flesh of his shoulder, holding him tightly.

Vegeta could already feel that old familiar heat pooling in his loins. His hardness kept crashing into her, secretly amazed, like he always was, that her marvelous body could blithely take it all so willingly.

Just as he was praying that she'd cum for him before he came undone far too soon, he felt, at last, her climax take possession of her, hitting her brutally when her tight, wet little cunt hugged him in a fierce grip, milking him violently, begging him to follow her into that deep, sweet abyss only she could drag him into.

“Ve-Vegeta…” She sobbed as he kept hammering into her, fucking her through her mind-blowing orgasm until his warm essence finally spilled right into her soft writhing body.

Her name escaped Vegeta's quivery lips, and his forehead found her shoulder, resting on it as his solid form kept rocking gently against her hips, prolonging their incredible pleasure for as long as he could.

They lay together for countless minutes, sharing a quiet, intimate embrace. Bulma's previously ardent touch soon turned gentle once again, and she comfortingly run her hands across the marred skin of his back, lazily tracing every single scar and imperfection as she felt his hefty body still breathing deeply on top of her. Even though her man had always been extremely careful about trying not to crush her with his compact but surprisingly heavy weight, there were times when he'd completely forget and let go, capturing her beneath him. He probably didn't know just how much she actually enjoyed it, relishing the few precious moments in which Vegeta was able to fully relax in her presence.

“I've missed you.…” Bulma whispered in his ear, never ceasing her calming caresses. “I've missed this… Us…”

Vegeta placed a soft kiss on her shoulder and raised his head wearily. He feared another sudden emotional outburst would take place, but he found her big, blue eyes sparkling brightly in the dark instead, smiling sweetly at him. She looked drowsy but happy, and her half-closed eyes told him she was completely spent already and about to fall asleep any minute now. He smirked, carefully removing a few damp turquoise locks away from her beautiful face, and he kissed her lips affectionately, feeling her respond sleepily to his intimate gesture. He slowly pulled out, wincing at the sudden loss of her heat, and he rolled over, laying on his side and wrapping his arms around her waist at once, bringing her closer to him and allowing her to take refuge in his reassuring warmth. Bulma smiled, snuggling against his solid chest and returning his embrace contentedly before she finally drifted off into a deep, peaceful slumber.

Vegeta rested beside her for a while, resisting the urge to close his equally worn-out eyes as the events of the day run through his mind repeatedly. There he was, holding his stunning mate in his arms, somehow finding it hard to believe he'd killed a monster in cold blood just mere hours ago. The most surprising thing of all was that Bulma hadn't really asked him any questions, blindly trusting his judgement and his actions, truly believing he was doing what was the right thing for him to do.

She trusted him entirely, with no reservations, and she'd even wanted to make love to him afterwards, completely giving herself to him…

He sighed blearily, burying his nose in her messy wavy hair one final time in that now too-familiar gesture that always seemed to calm him down, both keeping him grounded and yet allowing him to elude reality at the same time, transporting him far away from the worries of his troubled heart.

His arms squeezed her tighter, forcing a soft, lethargic moan out of Bulma's pouty lips.

She was real.

She was real, and she was here, with him, tonight.

And for now, that was all that really mattered…

“I've missed you too, woman…” He mumbled ashamedly into the night.