Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Fire is Born ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter 4

Bulma sobbed loudly as she told the man who held her, who made her feel safe, the horrifying details of the nightmare he had awoken her from.

Bulma: <sniff>It was awful…I was back on Namek…<choke>…With Krillin and…and Gohan…<sniff>…We were looking for the…had to save Namek…only the <sniff> dragon could…<choke>…Vegeta came and attacked…Krillin and Gohan left to…find Dragonballs…I was alone…<sob>…so afraid…Vegeta…<sob>…Strange men came…took me…<choke>…wanted Dragonballs…I was so frightened…so horrible…

She broke down then. Vegeta's throat tightened as guilt and regret, feelings he denied to ever surface in him in his life, filled him to the brink. It's all my fault!, he thought.

Vegeta: I'm so sorry.

Bulma started violently as she recognized the voice of the man she clung to. Anger boiled in her as she realized what she told him, but that was chased away by a new emotion she had never felt before when what he said to her connected in her head. She lifted her face and looked into his eyes and was surprised to see tears there. She must still be dreaming-Vegeta, prince of Saiya-jins, with tears in his eyes? Bulma lifted her hand and gently wiped a stray tear from his rock-hard cheek. He realized he was beginning to cry and turned his face away in shame, dropping his hands to his lap.

Sympathy welled up inside Bulma when she realized Vegeta was crying for her. He felt guilty of what he had done all those years ago! Bulma pulled her feet under her and sat up on her knees. She cupped his face in her hand and turned it so she could look into his shining black eyes with her own. She could feel his hesitation towards looking at her in his state.

Bulma: Look at me, Vegeta.

Instead of being hard in tone, it was incredibly sweet, so he relented and looked at her.

Vegeta: I'm sorry. It's so hard to say this, but I am. Of what happened on Namek. I was different then.

Bulma: Shh. It's over now. (There was a long pause) But, if it matters now, I forgive you.

As she finished speaking, she rested her free hand on his neck and pulled his face to hers and kissed his lips, his cheeks, his eyes. They were so soft, Vegeta was reminded of a butterfly's wings. He brought up his hand and instinctively cupped her breast. She sighed against his mouth and softly caressed his back and arms with her fingertips. He brought his hands to rest on his hips as she deepened the kiss. She breathed his name and pulled at the drawstring of his sweatpants. He caught her wrists in one hand and broke the kiss.

Vegeta: Not yet.

Bulma only kissed him again, guiding his hand to rest on her thigh below the hem of her chemise and held it there.

Bulma: No. It feels so right. I've never felt this way before. Don't leave me.

Vegeta: I won't. Never.

Bulma sighed as he pulled her chemise from her and let it fall to the floor with a silent whisper of the delicate cloth. He bent his head and kissed a trail from her mouth to her throat to her collarbone to her breasts. She arched against him in pleasure, sighing his name. Her breathing became jagged as he pushed her ever-so-gently onto her back. He raised himself from the bed and removed his pants, never breaking eye-contact with her. He returned to her and she stretched her arms out to him as he held himself above her, hesitating because he knew he was going to hurt this time. And he already hurt her enough.

Vegeta: I don't want to hurt you again.

Bulma: I'm not afraid anymore.

Vegeta decided he didn't want her to reach her climax this soon, so he kissed her gently as he caressed her entire body until she arched with pleasure over and over again. Her hands traced his muscle everywhere and she savored the way they rippled beneath her fingertips, even old battle scars felt as though they were always there, as though they belonged on his body.

Vegeta marveled at her softness. Her skin was so smooth against him. His eyes looked at her from her beautiful face to the tips of her toes. If Bulma wasn't the model of feminine perfection, he would lose all faith in this pathetic planet. His eyes returned to her face and he memorized her every feature-from the exact spectrum of colors within her eyes to the location of every freckle. Her lips were slightly parted as she watched him peruse her, exposing perfect white teeth. Perfect for kissing, he thought as he lowered his lips to hers in a kiss that held all the passion in the universe. He used his tongue to memorize the contours of her mouth. Of course she was perfect. He sighed.

Bulma: Excuse me? What did you say?

Vegeta: Perfection.

Bulma smiled and kissed him again, this time tentatively joining the dance with his tongue. She raised her knees around his solid hips. He clutched her hips in a strong, but gentle, hold and she wrapped her arms about his neck. As he entered her, she gasped at the brief onset of pain and dug her long fingernails, unknowingly, into his back. He froze and she knew he was worried about how much he had hurt her.

Bulma: It's all right, my love. I'm all right.

Vegeta paused at her endearment for him. Her love? Love? Is that the strange emotion he felt for her? Love? He smiled at his newfound revelation, also at the fact that he didn't hurt her too much. He entered her again and again, truly making them one, bringing her higher and higher with each thrust.

Bulma felt as though she was flying. She prayed that this night would never end. Then, in that instant, he released with a shudder and they both soared into the rapturous realm of ecstasy. Bulma cried out, caught up in the feelings that Vegeta made her feel. They were still one when Vegeta relaxed and lied beside her, pulling her with him to keep them from breaking apart. She cuddled into his chest and sighed, listening to the rushing beat of his heart, heartbeats in perfect sync wit her own. In time, Vegeta listened to the steady rhythm of her breathing until she was asleep. He looked at her digital clock on her bedside table. 2:30. Vegeta wrapped his arms around the sleeping beauty he held so dear to his heart.

Vegeta: I love you.