Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Against All Odds ❯ Passion's Captives ( Chapter 18 )

Disclaimer: Ahem, if I owned DBZ I would have made sure that the episodes had more adult content, *cough*.

A/N: Pretty much pointless lemon, you've been warned. *Looks over at her unsuspecting husband* However I haven't warned my lover *wicked smirk* but I'm sure he is going to find out soon enough.

Chapter Eighteen

Passion's Captives

Vegeta yanked her down the hallway and into the lift, before releasing his painful grip on her arm and shoving her lightly away from him.

"Are you trying to get every male on this base killed woman?" He hissed at her, his eyes flashing with anger and lust.

"What are you talking about Vegeta?" She questioned wide eyed, not sure what had gone wrong with their evening.

"That little `dance' of yours had every man in the room panting after you." Just the thought of other men's eyes on her was making his blood boil. Unexpectedly, Bulma closed the gap between them, pressing her full breasts against his hard chest, trapping him against the wall.

"The only man that I want is you." Her words were a delicate caress over his lips and he could feel the erection that he was trying to hide become even harder at her declaration. How could he make her understand that he could not give in to her, that they must not allow lust to overtake them.

"Get off me woman." He pushed her away so he would not be tempted by the silken feel of her skin, but still he could not escape her scent. At his harsh words the lustful gleam in her eye dimmed and the sharp edge of suffering flittered across her features. She whirled away from him and he had to fight the urge to pull her back into his arms where she belonged.

"Fine go play in your precious piece of shit Gravity Room while I find someone who thinks I am attractive enough to fuck." She hissed scornfully while trying to tamp down her tears. His rejection hurt her more than she would ever let on. The only reason that he must not want her was because she wasn't pretty enough to suit him. All those heated looks and even hotter caresses must have been an act, because he really must find her disgusting if he was turning her away now. He was better at the game than she thought.

With a snarl Vegeta pushed himself off the wall, pressing the emergency stop button before spinning her around to trap her against the wall with his body. His coal black eyes glared down at her, banked flames of desire dancing in their shadows.

"I thought I told you; never tell me what to do woman and you WILL NOT find some other male to play your games with." His fury knew no bounds at her words. He would never let another man touch what he had claimed as his, even if he refused to take her completely. Mine. A greedy voice whispered in his head.

He leaned his weight on his hand by her head while he slid the other one up her smooth thigh, just barely dipping under the hem of her skirt. The proximity of his body sent her heart fluttering and she suddenly found it hard to breathe.

"What is that you want so badly woman?" He asked hoarsely, determined to find out what was driving her to such foolish heights. He flexed his hand before moving it further up her slender leg until it rested at the top of her thigh. She shivered as her breath hitched and in response his thumb stretched out to brush against the hard beads that were slick with her juices.

"I want you." She whispered up at him. She stayed impossibly still, not wanting to frighten him away with any awkward movements. She yearned to pull him down for one of his searing kisses that stole her sanity, but she knew that something important was happening inside of Vegeta. A war of lust and logic.

Her words sent a tremor of desire racing through his veins and a soft growl of possession vibrated in his chest. "Why ruin yourself for a night of pleasure with me, when you have such fancy toys to fulfill your needs." To prove his point, he rubbed his thumb over a rounded bead, pressing it against her swollen flower watching as her eyes became half-lidded and her breath quickened. He was desperate to know why this had become so important to her. Why someone as intelligent as her would insist on acting like he was a normal man, worthy of her presence.

"You, only you." She choked out while her hands reached out on their own accord to clench his shirt in her fists at his shoulders, using his solid body as an anchor as desire began to rage inside of her. She didn't understand why he was being so stubborn. She was the one taking a risk, not him. He could never express any depth of emotion that she might crave from him. While this night might be the most meaningful experience of her life, it would be nothing more than momentary liaison to him. In the morning he would probably retreat to his gravity room without a word and would more than likely never mention the incident again. The hard light of reality made no difference to the torrential emotions that stormed inside of her, she wanted Vegeta and no other.

Unable to resist though the voice of reason told him to, he shifted so he could slowly enter two fingers into her waiting heat. Her muscles tightened around him, welcoming him with silken caresses of desire. He leaned in closer so his sensuously cruel lips nearly touched hers, inhaling her erotic scent deeply. Her words made his chest clench and something sparked deep inside of him, in a place that he thought had long been dead. He had to know why she chose him, why now.

"Why?" He asked the burning question, needing an answer more desperately than he needed air to breathe. "Do you really want to wake up tomorrow knowing that you took a monster to your bed?"

Bulma could barely spit out one word much less string a sentence together while his fingers teased her inner walls, but need and desperation drove her forward, forcing her to passionately state her case. "Why do you speak to me of tomorrow? Don't you see that's the reason why today is so important? Tomorrow you could be sent away on another mission that you may not return from. Tomorrow someone may actually succeed in killing me." She continued on ignoring his growl while hopelessly trying to form words that would accurately express her near panic of the future as his fingers moved inside of her, distracting her from her purpose. "The future is full of what ifs and maybes, but one thing is for certain, whether or not you become Emperor or if I die, in the end we will be separated. So you see My Prince, right now is all we have because the only thing keeping us apart are a few scraps of cloth." At the end of her impassioned plea she pressed her petal soft lips against his unyielding ones. She had poured her heart out to the stoic man before her, now it was up to him to make the next move.

Her words tugged at him, and he felt an awakening emotion deep inside that he didn't know how to name. He knew it was wrong, but he could not deny himself any longer. Once he had defeated Frieza he promised to let her go. He would send her away to her perfect little world she had picked out for herself and let her go on with her life. He would rule the universe from a lonely throne, knowing only a fleeting moment of happiness, but it would be more than he had ever tasted in his lifetime.

His lips crashed against hers, while he thrust his fingers deep inside of her, expertly pushing her over the edge that she had lingered at all night. The surge of the orgasm that had been building for hours nearly collapsed her with its sheer intensity. Her hands snaked around his neck and into his thick spikes as her body convulsed in pleasure. He swallowed her screams, drinking them in like they were a fine wine. The smell of her orgasm was even sweeter than her arousal and Vegeta wanted to kneel down and taste the juices that cascaded down her thighs. He held her tight as he unwound his tail from his waist to push the button on the lift once again. She trembled in his arms as they waited for their floor and when the doors slid open he threw her over his shoulder to stride into the lab.

He set her down in the living room, just before the door to the bedroom and stepped back to pin her there with his piercing raven eyes. He gathered his tattered cloak of nobility around him one last time as he gave her a second chance to escape unscathed. "Here is your chance Bulma, leave now and you will stay untainted." If she told him to leave, he would turn on his heel and retreat to the GR, become stronger and defeat Frieza so she may live in peace.

He stood across from her so defiant, so proud, but she could see his pain in his eyes. She understood now why he always pulled away from her. Deep down, though he would never admit it, he hated the monster that he was. Forced to kill millions and to serve a tyrant, he was engulfed in feelings of unworthiness. Never in his entire lifetime had anyone ever extended a hand of friendship to him or uttered words of love. He was revered and feared, but never accepted for who he was.

She hooked her thumbs under the thin straps of her gown, pulling them away so the dress slid slowly off her body, revealing her high breasts, the crowns of her nipples rounded and hard with desire. It gathered at her hips and with a twist it fluttered to the floor in a pool of shimmering blue. She stood before him decorated in glittering gold and ice. The necklace dripped down between her breasts to sway over her belly button. The "panties" were nothing more than a band of gold lace that were slung low across her hips and it had a single strand of luminescent pearls that lay atop her aqua pelt before disappearing between her pouty nether lips. Her dainty feet were decorated in strappy gold heels, lending her extra height.

"No one has ever accused me of being pure, Vegeta." She turned her back to him, allowing the strand of gold to dance along her back alluringly before glancing over her shoulder in invitation. With a graceful dip of her hips she sauntered into the bedroom, confident that her soon to be lover would follow closely behind.

Vegeta's breath hitched in his chest as he was led helplessly by the beautiful woman into the bedroom. Even if he had a choice right now, he couldn't turn away. The thought of leaving her brought him physical pain. With a strong hand he stopped her in the middle of the room, towering over her from behind.

She shivered as she felt the primal, animalistic lust ebbing off of him, cloaking her in its heat. His breath feathered across the back of her neck as he inhaled her scent like a wild beast. Her chin dropped to her chest as his lips brushed across her nape, gasping when he bared his teeth to nip at the delicate skin at her hairline. His mouth skimmed down until his sensual lips curled around the strand that hung down her back. He could taste the metallic sting of gold mixed with the sweet flavor of her skin.

He ran his tongue from the center of her shoulder blades up to where her neck met her shoulder, his strong hands grasping her around the hips to pull her in tight against him as his sharp teeth descended on her waiting flesh. He bit her, not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough for her to whimper. She pressed her hips closer to his, rotating them while she rubbed her back against his chest, growling in frustration that he still clothed.

She tried to turn so she could pull the offending shirt from his body so she could feast on his perfection, but his grip on her waist hindered her. His mouth traveled up from her neck to suck on her ear lobe, before releasing it with a gentle tug.

"Be a good girl and stay still." He whispered in her ear as he took a step back from her, withdrawing the heat of his body. She whimpered at the loss, but he just chuckled at her antics. Quickly he divested himself of his blue pull over, leaving his chest bare and his trousers slung low over his hips.

He stepped back up to her and she sighed as his heat radiated through her, warming her body. He looped his arms around her waist his large battle worn hands encircling her ribs right below her pert breasts. He wanted to throw her face first over the bed and plunge into her waiting depths, but he caged the beast that raged inside of himself, soothing it with words of patience. He wanted this night to last forever, not end in a rush of lustful pants and mindless thrusts.

She arched her back, pushing her breasts forward in a feminine tease. Her beasts ached to be touched by his calloused palms, but to her immense disappointment, he pulled them away. He lightly skimmed them over her ribs, causing her skin to flutter in response to the feather like caresses. His lips mimicked his hands, brushing over her spine just as lightly, his tongue occasionally flicking out to lap lazily at the golden chain as he made his way down the silken path of her back.

His soft caresses heightened the sensations she felt and she moaned with longing. With ever small stoke of his hands or nuzzle of his mouth, more heat built at the base of her stomach. He dropped to his knees behind her, his hands coming up to cup her rounded globes. He bared his teeth as the raging animal inside of him snarled at the delectable treat in front of him. He leaned down to bite her not so gently on the ass causing her to try and leap away from him. He held her against his mouth, her strength pitiful against his power.

He sucked hard on the wounded area, lathing away the pain with his tongue and she moaned as her head dropped back on her shoulders. His devious hand snaked around to creep up between her thighs while he suckled on her succulent flesh, teasing her throbbing flower. She bucked against his hand, gritting her teeth as she tried to steady herself. She knew that Vegeta oozed raw sexuality, but she never imagined that being touched by him like this would be so mind blowing. She felt a craving building in her blood and she feared that she would never be able to purge herself of him. Soon she would be ruined for any other man.

"Please." She whispered desperately as his fingers brushed against her folds again, agitating the pearls that lay so intimately against her. In response he spun her around while he still knelt before her. She looked down into his onyx eyes almost flinching at the depth of intensity she saw reflected in their shadowy pools. With a growl he lifted her by her hips and threw her across the bed, so that her head was draped over the side. Before she was done bouncing he had stripped his trousers from his body, baring his lean thighs and his smooth hard erection to her wide cerulean eyes.

He put one knee on the bed and her legs spread instinctively, granting him unquestioned access to her willing body. He slid his bronze flesh over hers in a slow seductive dance of dominance. He brought his lips against hers, looking deeply into her eyes as a sensual grin graced his lips.

"Please what?" He asked in a husky bedroom whisper, lust lending his voice a raspy quality. She inched her mouth closer to his intending on stealing a kiss, but he moved away denying her until she answered his question. She huffed in frustration, but his grin only got cockier as his eyes danced with amusement. His hand skimmed up her side to cup her breast giving it a gentle squeeze, but avoiding her sensitive nipple.

She shifted and brought her long legs around his hips, nudging him closer to her molten core, fighting him for control. He shuddered as his tip brushed against her entrance and he growled warningly at her. His chest rumbled deeply sending shivers of longing skittering through her. She arched her breasts closer to the intoxicating vibration, moaning in the back of her throat.

Determined to win, Vegeta flicked his thumb over her taut nipple, coaxing more shivers of delight from the beautiful woman. He wanted her to never forget this night, to remember it always as the most she had ever been fulfilled. He reined in the lust that threatened his control and leaned down to gently suckle her nipple while flicking the other with the pad of his thumb. Her hands released the iron grip they had on his biceps to slide up to tangle in his hair. She thrust her hips wantonly, nearly buckling his resistance to her.

The waves of yearning crashed down on her and Bulma wanted nothing more than to feel him inside of her. The need for him to take her completely had become an obsession, she had to have him or she would certainly shatter into a million pieces.

"Please Vegeta. Please fuck me." She begged prettily all pretenses of control melted away under the burning blaze of desire. He ceased his lapping, locking his scorching gaze on her flushed face.

"No." He whispered determinedly and Bulma gaped at him incredulously. She looked like a child whose candy had been stolen away and he could not resist chuckling evilly at her. A mutinous glint gleamed in her eye and he knew that if he didn't soothe her quickly he might be missing a tail in the morning.

"Not yet." He said reassuringly and then distracted her by trailing tiny kisses down her midriff. Her head fell over the edge of the bed again as her hips jerked in anticipation. He nipped at the golden band around her waist mentally making a note to tell her later how much he liked her idea of what "panties" were. He gathered the pearls up into his mouth, sucking them gently as they led him down to his promised land.

Her thighs spread even wider in welcome and her hands fisted in the coverlet. He sensuously slid his tongue across the bead that lay on top of her swollen bud. The delicate pressure of the round bead and the wet heat of his tongue lapping against her nearly made her expire from pure pleasure. Again and again he rasped his tongue against her while gently teasing her entrance with his fingers.

Unable to withstand the onslaught of sensation any longer, she plummeted off the edge of reason for the second time that night, pushed by the mighty Saiyan prince. She bucked wildly under his tongue and he had to grip her hips to steady her. Her sweet honeyed juices flowed freely and Vegeta was gratified that she tasted just as exotic as she smelled.

He stretched his body over hers, sliding his arms under her shoulders and cradling her head in his large palms. He fitted his body against hers while he gazed into her passion dilated eyes. He had never seen a more beautiful sight in all of his years than Bulma in the throes of bliss. He never wanted to leave her. If he had the power to stop time like that frog Guldo, he would have held his breath until he died, if it meant staying in her arms forever.

Her hands slid up his arms, reveling in the hard feel of his muscles under his velvet skin. She gazed up into his onyx eyes, unable to fathom the look that he was giving her. If she didn't know better she would have thought he was expressing devotion or perhaps even love? She brushed the thought away as finally he gifted her with one of his delicious kisses that she had grown to adore so much.

She felt him nudge her entrance and she wrapped her legs around his hips again. Her eyes drifted closed as she lost herself to the maelstrom of desire raging inside of her, but not before she noticed the erotic sensation of Vegeta's furry tail wrapping around her upper thigh to keep her in place.

Slowly he pushed inside of her, filling her inch by inch, stretching her narrow walls. Vegeta began to purr as her muscles clenched around him, pulling him inside of her. This must be what heaven felt like and he clutched the feeling close to his heart, knowing this was the closest he would ever get to paradise. He began to thrust gently, using his rigid control to fuel her desire.

With every thrust she began to writhe underneath him. The weight of his pelvis, rubbed the beads of her panties decadently against her, granting her heightened feeling. Keeping one hand buried in her silky hair he allowed the other to trail down her neck, stopping to massage her generous breast in his palm. His roughened thumb brushed over her nipple and her thighs clenched around his hips. He answered her unspoken call and he pushed deeper against her yielding walls.

His glittering eyes stared down into her wide cerulean eyes, framed by thick lashes. There was an emotion glinting in their depths that he was hard pressed to name. A bolt of fear and longing raced down his spine, when he recognized that it may be love. Her eyes glowed with love for him and his heart clenched with the painful sensation that knowledge caused inside of him. Unable to face her, he chose the path of a coward and he dropped his head to capture her lips searing kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, thrusting into her hot depths, mimicking the rhythm of his hips.

Her crystal eyes clouded with sorrow before they drifted closed as she surrendered to his masterful kiss. Her heart ached with the certainty that he would never love her the way she loved him. She wanted desperately to wrap her entire body around his, to cocoon him in a nest of acceptance and devotion. She wished for once he would stop being the cold warrior that rejected all overtures of affection and instead would allow himself to just be a man. A man who loved a woman.

She whimpered in the back of her throat as her nails raked down his back, urging him faster. His hand slid down her ribs until he cupped her round bottom. He tangled his fingers in her teal hair, pulling her head back to expose her slender throat as he lifted her hips closer to him. He drove into her unmercifully, melding their bodies into one while desperately trying to reach the ultimate destination of bliss.

Vegeta felt the tightening in his sacs and he dropped his head growling against her throat battling for discipline. He didn't want the pleasure to stop. He couldn't remember where he ended and she began, all he knew was that they were one. When he was inside of her nothing else existed. There was no Frieza or an unreachable power that he must struggle to obtain. There was only her and him. Us.

The sound of a dangerous animal near her exposed neck combined with his strong thrusts sent Bulma spiraling to the clouds. Her body arced off the bed and her nails dug deeply into the firm flesh of his back. She screamed her release as her thighs tightened around his waist. She felt complete, whole for the first time in her life, as though a piece of her that had been missing had finally been returned to her.

As she convulsed beneath him, Vegeta gathered her up against his chest, holding her tightly against him. The persistent drag of her muscles on his member sent him toppling over with her and he moaned her name hoarsely into her ear as he released his essence deep into her womb. He lay over her, his body shivering with latent desire, desperately trying to catch his breath while Bulma rubbed comforting circles over his back. He lapped at the salty sweat that pool on her throat, refusing to release his hard won prize.

Gently he rolled them over so they lay properly on the bed with her on top. He kept himself nestled deep inside of her and when she turned her head to smile languidly down at him, she saw his wicked smirkbut there was more than that in his gaze, something he could no longer hide from her. Bulma knew that it couldn't be love that heated his eyes, but she couldn't help but to comfort herself with the thought that it might be affection. He began to move within her and as her eyes drifted closed with pleasure she grasped the notion that the mighty Saiyan prince beneath her genuinely cared for her, close to her heart.

Many hours later found a well sated Bulma draped over Vegeta's masculine chest, running her fingers over a particularly nasty scar. He sat unmoving beneath her one hand under his head, his eyes were closed but she knew he was alert.

"How did this happen?" She asked softly. One heavy lid slid open to look down at her before dropping closed again.

"I don't remember." He muttered with a slight shrug.

Her brow furrowed with confusion, if she had been so injured that it caused a ragged scar she would remember.

"What do you mean, you don't remember?" She quipped. She nearly rolled off his massive chest when he heaved a weary sigh.

"I have a lot of scars woman." She glanced at the skin she could see, verifying for herself that he did indeed have quite a few scars. It did nothing to distract from his natural good looks, in fact it seemed to enhance them.

"Oh." She muttered and she could practically feel him rolling his eyes at her. He moved beneath her, bringing his hands up to capture her hips in his palms.

"Get off me woman, I have to go train."

Oh I don't think so.

She hauled herself up so she straddled him, pushing his shoulders down on the bed with her measly weight. She was almost confused when he let her pin him there, but quickly a triumphant smile lit her face.

Looks like he wants to stay and play with me after all.

"Move woman." He growled harshly, but she could see a flare of desire behind his eyes. He had been like a wild animal, fucking her with a single minded intensity of a starving man at a last meal. Absolutely insatiable. At one point she had padded off to the kitchen for water only to find herself draped over the back of the couch while Vegeta thrust powerfully into her from behind. She was quite surprised to see the hint of desire in his eyes, this close to dawn after so many hours of unceasing mind blowing pleasure.

"Oh, why do you have to be such a grumpy butt?" She pouted wickedly down at him, she almost laughed out loud when she saw the shock flash through his eyes, but she quickly tamped it down when she saw anger follow quickly on its heels.

"Woman, that reminds me. What were you thinking calling me hunny bunny on that holo recording you left on the bots that were guarding you?" His growl had deepened from his previously playful one to a much more menacing timber.

Uh oh.

She lifted her hands off his shoulders, one trailing up to massage her neck behind her head. Her already flushed face deepened a shade darker and she looked distinctly uncomfortable.

"Oh that, well umm, the day that I recorded it, I was umm kinda irritated by you and I umm yah…." She stuttered, not really having a good answer that would satisfy him and keep her out of trouble. She could see him getting angrier, but the more she thought about it, the funnier she found it. She could just imagine the look on his face when he heard those words uttered to him. He grabbed her hips, intending on throwing her off of him and stalking into the GR when she lost her last vestiges of control.

Without warning she threw back her head, laughter tumbling out of her uncontrollably. Her long hair brushed over his bare thighs and his eyes were drawn to her jiggling breasts and the dancing sheen of the necklace that she still wore. Instead of throwing her off his hands tightened around her, holding her closer too him as the vibration of her laughter ricochet through his groin.

He felt an answering grin lift the corner of his lips as he watched her unabashed pleasure at his expense and he almost didn't realize it when his tail curled up over her thigh to languidly slide towards her core, but Bulma did.

Abruptly her laughter stopped when she felt something furry tickling her inner thigh, she looked down to see the tip of Vegeta's tail edging closer to her already thoroughly pleasured nub. As she watched, it swelled with desire again and lust began to bubble within her.

What is he going to do with that? What can he do with it?

Vegeta watched with amusement as Bulma stared with fascination at his tail. He smelled the change in her body the instant she noticed his tail and he couldn't suppress the wicked grin that flitted across his features. Gingerly she moved her hand towards the furry appendage, stopping a fraction away from touching it, her wide azure eyes darting up to his.

"Can I touch it?" Her voice quavered and her hand shook lightly. He could see the yearning in her eyes and he nodded that she may. Her eyes dropped down to look at his dark brown tail, her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth as was her habit when she was concentrating on something. Lightly she trailed her fingers over the fur, barely even touching it, but it caused delicate shivers to course through his body. She looked up to make sure that she didn't hurt him, but he stared back impassively.

Emboldened she applied more pressure, stroking it like she would a cat, nearly making him purr. To distract her before she discovered his weakness, he inched the tip closer to her core causing her to freeze. Her hand hovered over him while she brought other index finger up to her full mouth to gently chew on her nail, pulling her lower lip down slightly, her complete attention riveted on what he was going to do next.

Her thighs already stretched across his hips parted even further, delightfully exposing herself to him. He flicked the very tip against her already fully bloomed flower watching closely as her eyes widened and her breasts heaved as she began to pant slightly.

Bulma was amazed at the sensation of his fur grazing against her sensitive flesh, it was exceedingly soft like rabbit fur, but when the hard bone of his tail flicked her she couldn't suppress her moan. She leaned back, bracing her hands on his thighs, thrusting her breasts forward and opening herself up to him.

He reached up to cup her heavy breasts, smoothing his thumbs over her erect nipples, while sensuously easing his tail over her hardened pearl to nestle at her quivering entrance. Unexpectedly she brought her hand around to smooth down the length of his tail until she held him cupped against her, bucking against him. Her licentious movement urged him to enter her and he could not stop the purr that rumbled though his chest as her muscles rippled around him.

He began to undulate his tail inside of her while her eager fingers teased herself, her head dropped even further back and her breast nuzzled his palms. He felt the tale tell tensing of her body right before her release and without pause he withdrew himself, lifting her up to impale her on his waiting shaft. She moaned loudly as he filled her, her muscles wrapping around him welcomingly.

She shifted her hands from his thighs to his chest as she leaned forward, pushing her weight up on her toes. Her head dropped down, her teal hair creating a curtain around them, shielding them for the reality around them. He continued to massage her breasts as she rode him eagerly, building back up the orgasm he had interrupted. His tail flicked against her nub and her eyes shot open to stare down at him. She sucked in her lower lip and bit down, but was still unable to stop her moans of need and want.

Faster she rode him, as his hips surged up to meet her thrusts, her claws dug into his pectorals and with a growl he dropped his hands around her hips forcing her harder down onto him. The tendrils of desire within her snapped, frothing with the fury of a primal animal, rolling waves of ecstasy over her. She began to howl but was cut off when he grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her down to kiss her brutally. She felt his warm seed shoot into her womb, and felt more than heard the groan on her lips from him.

She collapsed onto his sweaty chest, cradling his spent shaft within her. As her breathing evened out she nuzzled against him, more content than she had ever been in years.

"I feel so safe in your arms." She murmured absently, a split second before her body stiffened with shock.

Kami, did I just say that out loud?

She waited with baited breath, hoping against hope that he hadn't heard her, knowing that he must have and that he would not be pleased with her uttering such rubbish. After a heartbeat or two had passed to her surprise he lifted his arms up to slide over her back. One hand delved deeply into her hair, holding her against his heart, while the other one braced her back. He squeezed her lightly before releasing her, allowing her to remain on top of him.

Shocked but happy, Bulma fell into a dreamless sleep, reveling in a sense of security that she hadn't felt since she was a child.