Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ All by myself ❯ I can do nothing more. ( Chapter 4 )

A/N - This chapter contains lemon scenes. If you are too young, or in the unlikely case that you find that kind of material offensive, then do not read. As for all you little hentai's out there… enjoy! ^_^;;

Written to 'Crawling' by Linkin Park.

Disclaimer: This story is only to vent the weird passions I hold for a certain Saiyan prince. I am not profiting by writing this. All rights belong to Akira Toryiama and FUNimation. The song isn't mine either *pouts*

Chapter Four

I can do nothing more - Vegeta's P.O.V.

Our bodies move in unison. I can feel the heat radiating off her, the smell of our combined arousal thick in the air, an uneasy contentment flowing along with it. After everything I have put her through, however angry she may be with me, her body will not be tamed. It needs mine as much as mine needs hers. It needs this untamed heady release, just as much as I need to find the brief solace that only her delicate human flesh has ever managed to abate.

I'm not really sure how we actually ended up here. I left my training to speak to her, and (in no uncertain terms,) remind her of how things really stand between us. Her confession to Trunks had angered me to a degree only just bearable! How dare she make such assumptions about me? How dare she tell those lies to the boy? I was determined to make her pay for her insolence with the usual verbal abusive, but the way she greeted me threw any intentions completely out of the window.

At first she was timid, shy in my presence. It was the first time we had been alone together for a while, my training having taken up all the time in the last few months before the androids had been foretold to arrive, but her timidity made things even more awkward than normal. I expected her to greet me as always, with an insult or blatant anger, but instead she ran to me and put her small arms around my neck, crushing her slender body against mine, and holding onto me as though she didn't ever want to let go.

She sobbed into my shoulder, telling me that she had been so anxious when I had faced off against Cell, that she had been scared… scared that she would never see either me, or her mirai son again. I cared little for these emotions, but my body couldn't ignore the feel of hers pushed up against me, and before long her tears were lost in the heat of the moment. My lust gravitated towards her for the fulfilment that it had so burnt with after spending a year in the hyperbolic time chamber, and under that inducement, we both gave up on what we really wanted. We both caved under the feeling, and I found myself with her in my arms, flying up to her bedroom balcony, ready to give into an action that I had begun to convince myself that I didn't need.

Right now I am touching her, trying to let my hands talk for me and explain what she must already know. My fingertips trail over her body, letting her know (the only way I can) that all I need is her body to make everything right. I care about nothing else. Emotions are irrelevant. I am not a family man, am not here to give her pleasure. I am here for no one but myself. She will understand it by the morning. This is nothing but sex. I can never offer her more.

I carry on regardless… writing my own fate in her arms. I have to make her understand, (I thought she already did,) that this is just lust… nothing but pure unadulterated desire. She is an alluring creature, she possesses a brilliant mind, perfect body, but she is not a warrior, not Saiyan, in short, unworthy of being more to me. However much my body tries to defy me, I cannot change this.

Her hands explore over every muscle as our bodies writhe together, and it feels so damn good. So right, but its just the lust. It burns with my blood, right down to my pants, completely ignoring the plea's from my head to stop this insanity.

Her hands have stopped their wanderings to entwine themselves in my hair, gently guiding my face down to meet hers. I want to resist their pull, want to flee this scene as quickly as possible, but am powerless under their enticement. I follow them down our lips almost touching, her breath heavy, as it mingles with my own, and I grit my teeth to growl at her.

She smiles lightly, but it isn't playful or happy, more in the train of a settled melancholy. It appears my intentions with regard to tonight might be slowly starting to sink in, and she instinctively pulls me close under the impression, to stroke the side of my face. Pulling her head up, she takes my lower lip in her teeth, sending sensations that my lust filled body can barely handle. I growl in irritation, but it comes out as little more that a hoarse moan.

Crawling in my skin

Consuming all I feel

Fear is how I fall

Confusing what is real

Avidly my lips sandwich hers, the hunger in the contact taking even me by surprise, but my mind shelves the thought, as she pushes her body up against me and returns the gestures with the same vicious need. She grabs a hold of my shoulder as inducement to let her dominate, but I will have no part of it. I am losing enough dignity just by being here. I will control! She will not beat me in this as well.

I take her hand from my shoulder, my lips never leaving hers, and slam it violently back down onto the white sheets. I catch the other with it and place them both over her head, silently enjoying the way her eyebrows meet dangerously in the middle of her forehead. She pouts at me in frustration, "What are you going to do about it Bulma?" I breathe into her neck.

"Call you an ass hole!" she shouts, thrashing wildly underneath me.

Her legs kick out at me with true violence, and the sensation alights a deep passion inside of me. "…And is that all?" I ask, chocking on the need in my voice, but freely enjoying every second of her resistance.

"No!" She arches her back as I run my tongue down her neck and along the line of her clavicle. "I will call you a coward as well!"

I stop the attention as my anger swells along with the lust, "You will do no such thing Onna!" I bare my teeth and crush my body down onto hers.

"Coward!" she reiterates.

"Dammit! I am no coward!" I bellow, sitting up and letting her arms go.

The wickedest of smirks graces her features at my reaction. She props herself up on her arms, "C…ow…ard." She taunts, as one of her hands reaches out, the fingernails running seductively down my chest.

I shudder involuntarily under the touch before my mind catches up to grab the appendage. She whimpers slightly as my grip is a little too forceful, but I do not let go. She should know better than to challenge me. She will have to either retract her statement or confirm it before we go any further. "Prove it!" I snarl.

There's something inside of me that pulls beneath the surface

Consuming… confusing

Her smirk is almost vertical now, and I get the sickening feeling that I have just played straight into her hands, "Let me control you." Her breathing is heavy and full of desire, her cerulean eyes sparkling with playful energy. "Surely the Saiyan no Ouji is not scared of a human's power over him?"

I don't take my eyes from her, but can't escape the truth in her words. She has me well and truly played. "Show me what you can do human!" I growl, flipping over onto my back. "I challenge you to get a reaction out of me! No one can control the Prince of all Saiyan's, especially not a weak female."

She nervously lay's down beside me, her head held upright by a delicate arm, a long slender leg entwining around my thigh. "Close your eyes" she whispers.

I point blankly refuse to, and instead mask my body up into a meditation I was taught by my father as a child. I breathe slowly through my lungs, trying to focus on the blackness, surrendering my mind to it. She will not break me.

"Dammit Vegeta I said close your eyes! If you are not afraid of me then do it!"

I will not let her win, and simply stare up at the ceiling, trying desperately to ignore her voice and block out the feelings of triumph, as I prepare my mind.

"Fine! I guess we are going to have to do this the hard way!" She purrs seductively into my ear, her small body crawling on top of mine. I try and blank my mind, but a certain appendage still strains defiantly against spandex, as the heat from between her thighs, radiates through from her panties. She moves her hips in tiny circles over my groin, in experimentation, but my body remains motionless.

She lets out her own little sigh of pleasure, as the feel of me against such a sensitive area of her body, has its own pleasing rewards. The sound of her arousal is beautiful and just as erotic as the feeling itself, but my eyes stay resolutely fixed to the ceiling. Her hands now join in the sweet torture. Rolling with the movement of her hips, as they trace over my bare chest, abs and navel. The action is a tantalizing mixture of ticklish pain and intense pleasure, the sort that is practically impossible to ignore.

I am not sure, but I think my features may have given the slightest bit of excitement away, because she grins and concentrates around this area, bending down to kiss and lick along my sides, playfully letting her tongue dart into my belly button. The urge to fall victim to her caress, and close my eyes, or tense my forearms to grab handfuls of the sheets, is getting harder to control, but with the help of deep meditative breathing exercises I manage it… just. I just have to keep telling my mind over and over that she cannot win!

This lack of self-control I fear is never-ending

Controlling… I can't seem,

To find myself again

My walls are closing in

Eventually she breaks the contact, and I can see a sparkle in the depths of her eyes as she tries to think of a new plan of attack. Her backside moves further up to replace her fingers over my stomach, her knees tuck up alongside my chest, and she breaths a couple of times to try and tame the feelings that have been stirred up. Her fingers trail along her side to pull the fabric of her tank top with them, and up over her head.

She is not wearing a bra, and her breasts bounce freely as she throws the inconvenient piece of material to the floor. Reaching forward, she takes a detour from more sensitive areas, to play with my hairline, and curl her fingers around my temples. At first her motive for this confuses me as she brings her lips down to place a soft kiss at the bridge of my nose, and her fingers move to brush along my eyebrows, but as the softness of her light kisses move down my face, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, I understand.

Slowly and seductively the little minx gets lower, her lips still moving along my neck, until her pert nipples scrape teasingly along my chest. They barely even make contact, but it makes that damn headiness of lust, she somehow inspires in me, return ten fold, as I want nothing more than to lift my hand and take a hold of the beautiful mounds of flesh, to roll the excited peaks around with my tongue.

I stay resolutely still, even though her attentions become more passionate and forceful. She takes the lobe of my left ear in her teeth, but sighs in frustration, as it still doesn't make me move. Her hands leave my face, and her body sits upright again, the wickedness still plastered all over her features. "Have it your way!" she smirks, and rolls off me.

I don't turn my head, but silently wonder if she is giving up and allowing me to dominate her the way I want to. "Quitting already?" I ask, a little disappointed.

I can feel the bed vibrate slightly as she starts to laugh, "Not in this lifetime!"

Now she is really confusing me. I growl slightly under the impression that perhaps she is refusing to sleep with me at all. I want to ask her, but will not allow myself to break from such an interesting view of the ceiling.

I can just about see her though my peripheral vision. She stands at the end of the bed, her back towards me, removing her panties. The white cotton is expertly extricated from around her ankles, and my head rises slightly from the sheets, as she bends down, to get a better view of her small bottom. She flings the tiny scrap of fabric over her shoulder and it lands on the pillow next to my head. I fall back to the sheets, but its too late, I was caught looking.

Throwing a tress of aquamarine hair over her shoulder, she winks at me, and walks towards the door of her en-suit bathroom. My eyes follow her intensely as she leaves the door open and slides the glass of the shower across to step inside. The water streams down onto her nakedness, as she turns it on, letting the droplets skim pristinely over her ivory white skin.

The fine mist of water clings to her figure, as she reaches for the soap and starts to lather it against her skin. Her larger than life eyes keep focused on me, and while her hands manipulate the suds I try desperately hard to hide my arousal.

The ceiling and deep meditation is forgotten as her hands run over every inch of her body, following all the curves, lingering at the places mine would be if only I would let them. Damn her teasing! She starts at her neck, tracing the clean lines down with her fingertips to the shoulders. They linger there for a moment, before dipping between her breasts, and kneading them together. Taking a time out, she rolls the nipples between her thumb and forefinger, and throwing her head back, glories under the power of her own touch.

One hand remains there, as the other rubs along, underneath, and over her flat stomach, before skimming down to play with the curls around her mound. She parts the lips slightly to rub the soap into a lather around her clitoris, and her mouth opens to let out a single husky moan.

Without the sense of confidence and I'm convinced

That there's too much pressure to take

The touches she bestowed on me were difficult to try and resist, but this… this is just plain torture. My body is decided, it wants to join her with every fibre of its being, but my brain still tells me to stay put. I really do not think I can take much more of this as she leans up against the tiles to dip a solitary finger inside herself.

I find it hard to stifle a moan as her gentle whimpers turn into deep heavy breathing. She is quickly losing herself under the sensations of her own fingers and I close my eyes trying to control my breathing. My eyes snap open in frustration and I curse under my breath, no longer able to resist the temptation of feeling her body against mine. In a roar of rage I rip the worthless material of my training shorts away.

Her ministrations continue, and I push myself off the bed in spite of myself to join her. The look that she sends me is so full of triumph that it almost makes me turn the other way, and out of the room altogether… almost. Instead my feet carry on their journey, as my body will not be denied the pleasure she offers me.

I stalk into the steam filled room, my passions no longer bound by reason, and I stand in front of her, the warm water pelting down my chest. I ignore it, and push her small body even further up against the tiles with my own. "You've had your fun." I whisper into her ear, "Now its my turn!"

Her scent fills every particle of air surrounding me, as my lips get well acquainted with her neck, and my hands skim over her wet body. They feel along every curve as my lust for her overtakes every rational thought. Having gained her victory, she lets my hands wander where they will. If truth be told I think she is too caught up in her own world to want to deny me now.

Not hesitating, I hungrily pay the attention to her breasts I have secretly been yearning to since she removed her top. One of my hands trails down to remove hers from lower down, as my tongue licks hungrily at a nipple. It is my turn to play now, and pushing my body up to her hers, glorying in the feel of her supple skin against my rock-hard form, I allow two fingers to push into her. My thumb works away at her clit and she pushes it against me, urging me not to stop. I have no intention to, as my fingers slide easily in and out of her.

Her hands claw desperately down my back as she bucks her hips to my rhythm, screaming out in pleasure. Her juices mingle with the water pouring over our body as I feel her tense and climax at my touch. Her body spasms violently under the power of its orgasm, and makes me even hotter than I was before.

"No more games!" I protest, and extricating my hand from her warmth, I grab her backside to lift her into the position I want.

Her legs wrap around my waist as I position myself at her entrance, my tip pushing slightly against her, and she moans at me, her fists clenched, slamming into my shoulders in frustration, "Baka!" she spits, "I thought you said no more games!"

I smirk at her, "You are right." I affirm, and impale myself into her in one powerful stroke. We both gasp, trapped in the glorious feeling of being united, the air leaving our lungs at the same time. Her muscles contract along me, urging my animal lusts to take over, and I am in no mood to resist them. My mouth hungrily meets with hers, and I move at an even pace, as our tongues violently explore each other's.

It feels so good to have this passion that flows in sickening waves over me unleashed, to finally get the release it has so desperately needed this last year. Whilst I remained inside the hyperbolic time chamber, my dreams would remind me how right it felt to be with her. To smell her scent all over my body, to have her hands running up and down my spine, as they are now, while I fuck her senseless. It was a treat that my subconscious secretly indulged in, and I would wake in the morning to feel weak when I found out that my imagination had turned against me yet again.

It disgusts me at times when I think of how badly I wanted her, just the same as it will when we are finished here. Right now though I couldn't care less about regrets, as I relentlessly pound into her. The feelings it elicits are more powerful than I would like to admit, as only the thrill of energy and bloodlust that I receive during battle are equal to it.

My thoughts are lost as I can feel her losing control in my arms. Her nails dig into my back as she screams my name so loudly that the whole of Western Capital City can probably hear. A feeling of contentment sparks into being as she writhes around, and I am glad that it is me giving her so much pleasure. These feelings, however, move quickly away as I am overcome with my own desires. |She contracts so tightly around me that it makes my whole body burn and I feel my own climax nearing.

My thrusts become more powerful and determined under the building tension. I try to have power over the feeling, try to lengthen my enjoyment and hers, but it is slipping fast. I hate losing control, but my body will not be denied, as my pace quickens and a low growl erupts through my chest, my whole body tensing. I hold on tightly to the woman in my arms, burying my head into her neck as my orgasm throws all normal perspective out of the window.

I stay this way as the shudders pour in quick succession through my body. My movement inside her slowed to cling on to every little piece of ecstasy. Bulma clings onto me just as intensely as I do, her whimpers of pleasure adding to this feeling of lust-filled satisfaction, her body sharing in my jolts of delight.

We stay together, me still inside her, whist we struggle to catch our breath. My legs start to give way, so I sit us down onto the plastic floor of the shower. Her legs are still wrapped around my waist as her bottom rests comfortably over my groin and hands reach up to the back of my head. She lay's her body along mine, and it feels so right that I allow the attention, for now. Her head rests onto my shoulders, and she whimpers into it, four little words escaping her lips. "I love you Vegeta."

At first I hardly distinguish them in the hazy feeling of post-sex, but she nuzzles into my neck and speaks again, "I love you so much! Promise me…" she pauses as a sudden wave of sadness catches in her voice, "Promise me that you will defeat Cell, and bring both yourself, and our son safely back to me."

I've felt this way before

So insecure

Her words throw me out of my contentment and I am not sure what angers me the most… the fact that she deigns herself privileged enough to feel such things for the Saiyan no Ouji, or that the words feel so good coming from her lips!

I look at her with my mouth pursed together deep in thought, and extricating her hands from around my neck. I push her up from my chest and look scathingly into her eyes. "What the fuck did you just say?" I growl, already knowing that she will be seriously pissed at my words.

My assumptions are proven right as she stands up, an accusing finger pointed to my face, "Dammit Vegeta! What the hell is up your ass now?"

"What is up my ass?" I say, joining her, shocked at her ignorance, "I could ask the same about you! It was bad enough that you let the boy think that there was something more between us than sex, (which we both know is a lie,) but now you put your soft human emotions on me! I thought you understood that I am here solely for my own pleasure. Emotions don't enter into it… anywhere!"

I turn to face her, my teeth gritted together and my hands balled into fists. I see what my words have done to her, and feel a slight twinge of guilt in reaction to it. She is shaking slightly, hugging herself insecurely, as tears build and glisten in the semi-light.

She struggles to find the right words, "Vegeta… I… I can't help how I feel, I…" A sob strains along her throat as she tries to speak. The moisture that was held in her eyes now flowing freely down her cheeks, "I… thought…"

"You thought!" I counter, shaking my head, "You thought! You thought that if you told me such things that I would suddenly admit to feeling the same? Tell you that I want to be your faithful loving prince. That I am going to settle down on this disgusting planet with you and raise a family of half-breads, wasting away, instead of being the warrior that defines me as who I am!"

"No Vegeta I never… that is! Dammit why do you always do this to me? You touch me in ways that I never even dreamed possible. You make me feel as though every single millimetre of my body is precious to you, but when it's all over, you always manage to make me feel like shit! Why do you punish me for caring about you!"

"It is your weak human emotions that punish you, not me!" I shout, not liking the hint of truth that those words contain. I do like pleasing her. I do enjoy being close to her, but I have other things to concentrate on, she is a distraction, dangerous to me, when is she going to understand this! That is why I have to behave this way. As a warrior, I cannot let anyone know my weaknesses. This obsession with her needs to go no further than my own chest.

Her words ring through my head. I love you Vegeta, and somehow they scare me beyond anything I have encountered before. I have to stop this right now, I can't cope with what it entails. If I don't, I might lose myself in those words, even confess that I am capable of feeling something similar. My natural defences automatically kick in. "Do you honestly think that I give a shit about any of this?" I say, my stomach wrenching as I speak, "Do you really think that I might actually care about you, in any other way than as a good fuck? You are living in a fantasy world Bulma. You knew full well what you were getting into when we started this, or did you forget the words I spoke to you the night I came back from space." She spins to face the opposite direction, no doubt to hide the tears from me, "Don't turn away from me Onna, you will hear me out! I said I could make no promises! Just the same as I can't now! Things haven't just suddenly altered. I am the same man I was then. I have not changed. I am not a father. I am not a husband. I am Vegeta, the legendary and Prince of all Saiyans."

These words fall a little too forcefully from my lips. I have the feeling that I am trying to convince myself of this, rather than Bulma, but I stare down my nose at her nonetheless, hoping that she will not catch the same thoughts.

I needn't have worried. Quite honestly she is very far from seeing anything other than a blind rage at this precise minute. Her teeth are clenched so tightly together that I think they might shatter any second, and her face is a deep crimson with anger. Dammit! Why does she have to look so Kami damned good when she gets riled up like this?

I cede a little under her anger, and reach out a hand to her face. "All I want is to be left in peace, to not have any commitments. I enjoy my freedom, I have lived without it for so long, and I am not prepared to throw it away. I have worked too hard for that!" she turns her face away from my touch and I let her go.

Discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me

Distracting… reacting

Her wet feet, squeak on the tiled floor as she leaves me. I can see she is trying to control her anger, venting it on the closet doors as she searches for some fresh clothes. She grabs a handful of material and throws the majority onto the bed and one garment at me. I put the shorts on, and watch the consternation on her face, as her mind tries to make sense of what I have just said. It looks as though she will not take my words at face value. Walking up and down the room, her hands massage her temples, as a settled determination drifts over her features.

She stops dead, and stares straight through me, "I don't care Vegeta." Her words are composed, even, threatening. "I don't care if you are not man enough to accept my words, but nothing is going to stop me from feeling them. I will say it again. I love you Vegeta, and whether or not you feel anything other than anger when I say them is irrelevant." She saunters up to me, her hips swaying melodically, her breasts pushed up against my chest, and her head lying on my shoulder, "This may be the last chance we get to be together. Don't ruin it. I don't want to be the same as my mirai self. I need to know one way or the other. Look into my eyes and tell me truthfully that you care nothing for me. That Trunks and I don't matter to you. If you can do that then you are free to do what you want."

Against my will I stand beside my own reflection

It's haunting how I can't seem…

To find myself again

My walls are closing in

Her words pin me. I feel trapped in them. I lower my head. "Dammit Bulma," my words are not angry but reluctant, "You know very well that..." I can't continue. I hate this, "I can't do it Bulma. You want me to admit to an emotion that I do not even understand, and its not going to happen."

"I didn't ask if you understand it. I asked if you feel it." She puts her hand over where my heart is. "Right here." It secretly clenches under her touch, but I control the feeling to simply snort and look away.

Her face drops, and she pulls away from me, not even trying to control the floods of tears that stream over her beautiful cheeks.

It's too painful for me to see what my actions have done to her, so I turn and walk towards the window. Sliding the ceiling to floor glass out of my way, I go out onto the balcony and let my ki ignite around me.

"Vegeta! Don't just walk away from this! You still haven't answered me!"

I turn to look at her through the energy. It defies gravity, and streams up over my vision, "I…" I close my eyes. "I promise you that I will defeat Cell, and that I will bring our son back safely." I climb onto the railings, and look determinedly over my right shoulder at her, "I can do nothing more."

I step forward from the edge of the balcony, and floating alongside it, look down into the long evening shadows. My son is finishing a kata he copied from me during our time in the hyperbolic time chamber, and my chest swells a little at the discovery.

I do not want to see the look on Bulma's face and so stare resolutely into the darkness, "TRUNKS!" I shout, and he almost jumps out of his skin, "Get your worthless, half Saiyan tail here right this instant. We have training to do!"

"Vegeta, don't you dare leave me like this!" I hear Bulma scream, a squeak signifying that her legs have given out on her, and that she's sliding down the glass of the patio doors, "I can't stop loving you. Please, tell me that you will come back."

Without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced

That there's too much pressure to take

I've felt this way before

So insecure

I hang my head, "I cannot." I whisper, wanting to say so much more, but my mirai son has flown up to join me at the balcony edge, and there is no chance I am saying anything of the sort in front of him.

He blushes at the site of his mother wearing just her underwear, but it isn't long before his embarrassment is overcome to see her attempting to wipe the tears from her face. He turns to look at me, his face seething with anger, and I look away. His anger is justified, so I do nothing about it, and not wanting to even contemplate what chance at happiness I have just destroyed, I manipulate my ki to fly off in the direction of Kami's lookout.

Crawling in my skin

Consuming all I feel

Fear is how I fall

Confusing what is real.

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A/N - Gyah! If you only knew how hard it was to make Vegeta leave without giving Bulma more! I must have re-written those last few paragraphs about fifty times.