Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ At Odds ❯ Mind and Body ( Chapter 5 )

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or Vegeta, but that doesn't stop me from creating impossible situations where I get to think about him naked.

Warning! Lemon ahead. You have been warned.

Chapter Five

Mind and Body

"Vegeta! I found him. I found Trunks!" Bulma burst into Vegeta's study in a whirlwind of excitement. Her cheeks were flushed red and her eyes glittered with happiness. The glow that used to shine out from the inner most part of her soul had dulled during the passing months, but her news caused that light to illuminate once again.

Vegeta stood in front of his desk, awaiting her entrance. As the weeks had gone by, Bulma had become skilled at hiding her once open hearted emotions from Vegeta, forcing him to rely on his ki sensing ability. With every passing day, Bulma pushed herself ruthlessly, existing on minimal sleep and even less food, until only sheer determination drove her. Worry had grown within Vegeta and almost without conscious realization, he stretched out his senses to touch her flickering ki every few minutes to reassure himself that she was safe.

So when her ki had approached his door he had been ready for her. As she raced across the room towards him, he could not suppress the sorrow that engulfed him. He should have felt her elation the moment she made her discovery, but her forced mental separation left him feeling hostile and untrusting. Without the ability to see her thoughts, she could plot against him just as she had done with Frieza.

He shook his doubts away as she reached him, flinging herself into his arms. He held her tight, relishing the feel of her body against his, stirring the dormant sexual tension that simmered just beneath the surface. The strong predatory animal inside of him was aroused by the scent of his mate and it mixed with the feeling of homecoming that bloomed at her mere presence. How he had missed having her, warm and loving, in his arms where she belonged, not the distant artic wind she had become, blowing through the room, leaving him cold and barren.

She pulled back, her shimmering eyes locking with his, gleeful tears streaming down her cheeks and over her upturned lips.

"I have the location of Trunks!" She gasped happily, while waving a collection of papers in her hand. "He was taken by slavers." Her voice became tainted with disgust and Vegeta tightened his arms around her in comfort.

"It doesn't matter. We will retrieve them. Have you found their hideout?" He questioned, his own happiness thumping dully in his heart at her words. Finally, the Gods were smiling on him. Once he retrieved their son he could go back to having his mate permanently in his arms and no longer would he have to worry about her leaving him.

"He is being held by a very prosperous slaver on Atha 12, by the name of Saffron." She twisted away to agitatedly pace the room, while Vegeta stood motionless by his desk.

"Isn't that in the Badlands?" He frowned at her, watching as her graceful body stalked by him. The Badlands was a section of space outside the acknowledged borders of the universe. It was inhabited by cutthroats and criminals. He wasn't entirely surprised that was where Trunks had ended up. Leave it to his son to wind up in worst possible place, the slums of the universe.

"Yes. From the information that I was able to glean, he rules the Badlands like a pirate king. Anybody who wants sanctuary has to pay him a tithe, ten percent of their plunder. Many of Frieza's soldiers ended up there after his defeat." Bulma brooded thoughtfully at her words. She had put her network of spies to work, not only trying to repair the damage to the empire after Frieza's fall, but finding her son as well. Her sources could tell her very little about the goings on beyond Vegeta's domain. Although information was cheap to come by it was notoriously inaccurate. You can't trust a criminal to tell you anything but lies.

"I see. Well his pathetic reign is about to come to a close. As soon as I am done negotiating with the Shari-Reeves union, I will go to Atha 12 and retrieve our son." He announced his decision with the confidence of a man who had finally found a way to appease his mate. Bulma stopped her pacing and turned to face him, her silence deafening. He fought the urge to cringe as she opened her mouth.

Bulma counted to ten before replying. She desperately wanted to work out a compromise that would satisfy them both, but Vegeta didn't know the meaning of the word. She knew that the conference was important. Hell, she had set it up, but her son came first.

"The conference could last weeks Vegeta." She stated carefully, making sure her purpose was clear.

Vegeta sighed deeply, rubbing his tired eyes with his hand. "Woman, you know that this is important. I can't postpone it." He glared at her, the deadly murderer staring out at her from the depths of his black eyes. "I can call it off though. I will retrieve Trunks then I will regain control of the empire the way I want to. Do you want that Bulma?" His voice whispered over her, shaking her to her very core.

"N-no." She stuttered before gaining confidence. "I want you to go to the meeting. I was just thinking that you could send some men with me and I could go find him."

Vegeta's jaw cracked under the strain of his temper. He tried to remain calm, knowing that an outburst of anger would get him nowhere. "Do not force me to repeat myself again, woman. You are not going anywhere." He held up his hand to stall her. "If you want me to send men to get Trunks, I will do so. Since you seem so set on stealing my right to personally see to the punishment of the man responsible for this mess then so be it."

"But Vegeta I could go and…"

"No!" Vegeta's thunderous roar shook the rafters and Bulma's eyes widened with fear, before narrowing with fury. She drew herself up, looking down her nose at him.

"Fine." Her icy utterance skimmed up his spine.

"Fine." He repeated back to her, his voice just as emotionless.

She turned on her heel without another word and exited his room with the controlled refinement of a lady scorned. As the door clicked shut, Vegeta turned away, his barely restrained anger erupting to the surface. His hand whipped out, striking the offending heavy wooden desk, ignoring the loud crash as it shattered against the far wall.

"Fine." He muttered again while staring blankly at the empty spot where his desk used to sit.

"Wait, not fine." Slowly Vegeta realized that fine was a four letter word. Bulma had just told him to fuck off, in an oh so polite lady like fashion that only meant one thing. She was intending on defying him.

With a growl of barely suppressed frustration he spun on his heel and followed after his headstrong mate. He entered her room only minutes after she had arrived. She whirled around staring wide eyed as he slammed the door shut, leaning heavily against the frame while his black eyes stripped her of her costly arrogance. Every day that she held herself aloof from the man she loved, caused her enormous heartache, all in the name of righteousness.

The only light in the room was a desk lamp in the corner far from where she stood at the foot of her bed. He glanced around, realizing that this was the first time he had ever been in her chambers. He noted with some sense of relief that she kept the pelt of the snow beast he had slain draped over her bed, a sign that she still cared for him, no matter how much she spurned him.

"What are you intending, Bulma?" He lowered the gravelly pitch of his voice to a soft growl to match the ambiance of the shadowed room and she shivered as his words awoke her sleeping passion. She had locked her desires away as she had worked, afraid of letting them out. Afraid of being touched by Vegeta and losing her determination. There was something about his lips on her flesh, his hands on his skin that drove all rational thought from her mind, leaving her a helpless puddle of wanting.

"Nothing." She muttered unable to meet his gaze. Her eyes skimmed over the bed, but she quickly looked away, staring at the floor instead.

He pushed himself away from the door, taking a step forward. "I don't believe you."

Her head darted up and her eyes froze him with their fury. "Stop right there Vegeta. Don't you dare take another step forward. I don't want you touching me. Period! I mean it." She screamed with desperate conviction. She could not afford to have him within arms reach. He would take away her reason and leave her empty.

Vegeta snarled and lust rode his body hard. He had been without his mate's soft touch for many weeks and the need to have her pinned beneath him was overwhelming. How dare she deny him. How dare she deny them both. He could see the panic in the depths of her eyes and he knew that if he came near her she would scream the palace roof down. He stepped back, resting his weight against the solid door behind him.

It was time that he took back his right as a male. The right to pleasure his mate and see to her well being. He had allowed her to continue in this reckless foolishness of missing meals and passionless nights, but no more. His mate deserved a good day's sleep after a long night of pleasuring.

Hesitantly at first, his naturally guarded tendencies holding him back, Vegeta opened his mind, forging a conduit between his consciousness and his mate's. He felt the force of her resistance and he pushed forward with more vigor, breaking through her invisible walls meant to keep him out and her thoughts in.

Bulma raised her hands to her head, pressing the heels of her palms to her temples. "Stop it Vegeta. Whatever you are doing, knock it off." She demanded, inexperience preventing her from forming new roadblocks quickly enough to stop him.

Without warning waves of lust swamped her, stunning her ability to breathe by the sheer force of need. Her eyes snapped open and locked with awe on Vegeta's implacable features. The only hint of his desire was given away by the intense glitter of his obsidian eyes. The lust she felt was his, he allowed her to feel the desire that had built up inside of him for so long. His need for her was overwhelming and flattering to the extreme. Mixed with his yearning was an absolute certainty that only she could satisfy him. She was his lover and no other woman came close.

"Vegeta." She whispered, but he only continued to stare at her, his forehead creasing with thought. Suddenly, the emotion gave way to images and Bulma had to reach out, clinging onto the thick post of her bed to keep standing as her knees buckled under the onslaught.

In her mind Vegeta stood next to her, his strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her into his deep embrace while his other hand delved into her silken tresses. He tilted her head up so her soft mouth could meet the crashing of his lips on hers. His tongue swept past her lips, invading the depths of her mouth and tangling wildly with her welcoming tongue. She whimpered, her hands trailing up around his neck, her fingers flexing and her nails digging into his rounded shoulders.

In reality her hands tightened around the post, her nails leaving half moon scars in the soft wood. She could feel the insistent pressure of his lips against hers, the heat of his body enveloping her smaller one. Her eyes which had drifted closed, opened as she desperately tried to break the spell. She looked over at Vegeta who still lounged against the door as though nothing more important was happening, other than the passing of a summer day.

At her defiant move, his face clouded and the crease in his forehead became more pronounced. She gasped as the sensation of ghostly fingers, slid under her skirt and up her satiny thigh. She couldn't stop the natural urge to open herself up to the sensual touch and she widened her stance while still clinging to the post.

Heated kisses trailed down her jaw, stopping to suck hungrily at the bite mark on her pulse. Liquid fire raced through her veins, pooling at the pit of her stomach. Her nipples hardened into painful, wanton peaks of their own accord, demanding to be touched. Her own body continued to betray her as she sank down onto the edge of the bed, no longer able to stand under the assault of Vegeta's fantasies.

Dark images formed, writhing bodies moving as one, soft moans and breathy pants echoing in her head. Her invisible lover moved over her body, feasting on her flesh through the barrier of her clothes. The dress she wore became unbearably course, painfully scratching her sensitized skin and constricting her breath.

The imagery in her mind took hold of her thoughts, pushing everything else to the side. The salty smell of sex surrounded her, enticing her down a shadowed path of carnal bliss. Her dream lover, bent down unlacing the strays of her bodice, pushing it off her shoulders and baring her thrusting breasts to the night air.

Vegeta watched as she undid the top of her dress, completely unaware that she was doing so. She leaned back on her elbows, sinking down onto the bed. He was about to step forward when she opened her blue eyes, pinning him where he stood. She hadn't quiet yielded to his dark spell of seduction. He saw a flash of anger, behind the lust and he opened their mental channel wider, allowing her to see and feel the depth of his longing for her. His own body tightened and swelled, the desire he had locked away taking control of him.

He watched as her head fell back, her long teal hair falling into a pool onto the bed. Her slender white throat was vulnerably exposed and Vegeta could barely suppress the instinct to stalk across the room and reclaim her. Her pert breast thrust forward, the crowns rosy and wanting. She leaned back completely onto the bed, her hands sliding over her ribs to cup her breasts in her palms.

Bulma's mental lover skimmed his mouth over the peaks of her breasts, his breath sending shivers through her entire frame. She arched her back closer to that elusive pleasure that she knew waited for her only a hairsbreadth away. She moaned deeply as his mouth closed over the sensitive nipple, vibrating through her body to her very core. His hand reached up to cup her neglected breast, brushing his callused thumb over the ridge in silent apology.

"Vegeta." She breathed as he lifted her hips to discard the rest of her forgotten dress.

Vegeta watched as she disrobed herself, her hand trailing down to tangle in her thatch of feminine fur. She lay sprawled seductively over the silver tipped pelt on her bed, her body arching and writhing with need. He stripped his clothes, his body hard and aching for her.

Slowing he dammed the flood of images he was transmitting, leaving only a trickle of his raging lust to wash over her. Her head rose, her beautiful cerulean eyes greeting his onyx ones. He wanted her to see him, to know that he was him that stood over her, that his hard, thrusting need was real.

Her ghost lover disappeared and Bulma opened her eyes to see Vegeta standing arrogantly over her, no remorse for his backhanded seduction of her showing in his fathomless eyes. Only need. She knew that she should be infuriated at him, but even without the lust that pounded through her body, she knew that she could not be. Because, while Vegeta had shown her his insatiable lust for her, he had also mistakenly shown his need for her. Not need for her body, but need for her, his mate. Their angry separation had taken its own toll on the proud warrior and regret filtered through her that she had caused him such pain. Pain that his pride would not allow him to voice or even to acknowledge in his own conscious mind.

Her eyes drifted shut and her head fell back once again, baring her throat in submission. Vegeta growled victoriously, reaching down to encircle her delicate ankles with his fingers and dragging her to the edge of the bed so her legs dangled to the floor. The glide of fur against her heated flesh sent her spiraling headlong into a tunnel of whirling sensation that only one man could tame.

His hand slid up under her thighs and he planted one knee on the bed, brushing against her throbbing core as he leaned over her to lather the mark on her pulse with his hot tongue. Her body writhed in response, her hips bucking as she rubbed her wet core against the hard column of his thigh. Her back arched as she tried unsuccessfully to reach his sculpted chest, her nails clawing at his back, desperately trying to pull him down on top of her.

He resisted her urgings, instead sliding his tongue over her collar bone to finally latch his lips around her hard nipple. The reality felt so much better than the fantasy and Bulma couldn't stop the raw moan that formed in the back of her throat. Vegeta feasted on her body, every second he took building her pleasure was agony to him. He unsealed the pathway of their mind again, this time he didn't flood Bulma with false images but he allowed her to feel what he was feeling.

He opened up a loop, a completed circuit of passion. With every slid of his lips against her flesh and every caress of his hand, he felt her pleasure like it was his own and vice versa. She could feel the hard, heavy ache of his need, the blinding ecstasy of her touch on his burning skin and soon it was no longer her pleasure or his, but theirs.

His masterful tongue found its way over her midriff and past her curls to her open, waiting core. Fiery wetness slid over her swollen flesh, igniting thunderbolts of white hot sizzling pleasure. Vegeta almost dropped to his knees at the intensity of her ecstasy. His fingers tightened, dimpling her flesh as he lifted her off the bed and closer to his mouth. Her legs dangled over his strong arms and her upper body writhed across the soft silver fur with mindless self indulgence, constantly searching for the satisfaction that was just out of reach. She brought her hands around to massage her aching breasts, trying to assuage the pain her searing arousal brought.

His tail drifted around, sliding over her thigh and curling around her waist to hold her in place against his mouth. His fingers slowly delved into her tight passage, her muscles clasping him in greeting. A choked moan escaped her lips and her fingers trailed down to wrap around his luxurious tail, causing him to stiffen, clenching his body painfully to remain in control.

Her nails scraped over his fur and he moaned against her, instigating a riot of unparalleled sensation inside of Bulma. Her head thrust back into the warmth of the bed and her eyes rolled into her head. White and red fireworks sparked in the corners of her vision and breathing became an impossibility.

"Please Vegeta. I need you to fuck me now." She breathed out, unable to withstand his talented tongue any longer.

Vegeta lifted his head, his lustful gaze absorbing her flushed body that lay lush and open to him. He stood over her, her hips firmly clenched in his hands, his throbbing flesh only inches away from paradise. With infinite patience he did not have, he slowly pushed his thick flesh into her waiting folds, hissing as her heat enveloped him, holding him tight.

She let out a small shriek of delight as he entered her, simultaneously relieving a driving need while igniting another more demanding urge. He sank into her slowly, too slowly. She bucked her hips, her movements hindered by her awkward position. She whimpered in frustration, her head whipping back and forth, unable to give voice to her desires.

Vegeta watched her, his body nearly exploding from the combination of both their lusts. He could feel the pounding need thrumming inside of her, desperately crying to be quenched, but he knew he could draw out even more pleasure for his mate.

"Touch yourself." The hard tone of his demand, cracked under the strain of his desire. His voice rasped over her, touching her in places he could not. Her shadowed eyes snapped open to meet his, shock at his words encasing her.

"I..." She started, embarrassed at his suggestion, yet intensely aroused at the thought at the same time.

"Do it." He growled sending vibrations rippling through her body. She could feel the hard thickness of him spearing her flesh, unmoving, unbearably still until she obeyed his command.

She felt horribly exposed, lying under his hard gaze, her legs draped over his bulging biceps. She looked into his eyes and through their connection she could feel his anticipation. His longing to see her pleasure herself. Her trepidation turned to confidence and with a slow, seductive grin her hand trailed down her body. His own serious countenance softened when he saw her acceptance of his demand and lust clamored insistently at the base of his thick root.

As her cool fingers slid along her swollen nub, he thrust deeply inside of her, smirking sinfully at the long, drawn out groan that escaped her. His strong steady strokes and her agile fingers fed the fires of their desire and neither could believe the intensity of sensation the other felt. He drove into her harder, the need to find the ultimate goal becoming a single minded obsession for them both.

Higher they rode on the waves of their bliss, matching each other thrust for thrust, stroke for stroke. Vegeta's tail flicked over the hardened nub of one nipple and Bulma cried out. Her other hand wrapped around the tip of his tail, squeezing it in silent reprimand, that only served to heighten his lust.

"Harder!" She gasped. They danced along the edge of reason, the need to find release from their torment driving them on while at the same time wishing they could prolong the agonizing pleasure forever.

She arched against him as he surged into her. Her entire body clenching, her muscles fluttering wildly around him as she flung her head back, screaming with the intensity of her soul shattering release. Vegeta's lower back tightened and his buttocks hardened like marble as mind blowing electricity was pulled out of him and released through the tip of his erection. Gold light flashed through the room and black eyes bled teal. The dragon rose to the surface, clasping at its mate. Vegeta's head fell back on his shoulders and he bellowed loudly, the echoes of the lover's screams ricocheting through the palace halls.

He fell forward bracing his weight on his knuckles on either side of Bulma's body. The sound of their heavy pants rasped provocatively in the shadowed room. Vegeta's salty sweat glided down the ridge of his nose dripped down onto the quivering flesh of her midriff. Her legs slid down, dangling off the side of the bed, her fingers tangled into her tousled hair as she desperately fought to regain her breath.

Vegeta crouched over her, his fingers digging deeply into the bed as the gravity of the situation invaded his pleasure drugged mind. He had just seduced his mate against her will. It wasn't rape, she could have told him to go at anytime, but he had made sure that her body was too primed to say no. He clenched his eyes shut, refusing to allow himself to follow this line of thought. It was his right to do what was best for his mate and he had decreed that sex and rest was what she needed the most. He ignored the selfish, wolfish voice in the back of his head that told him that he got what he wanted as well.

"You won't leave." An order that could not be ignored. Over and over the same fear crept up onto him. Her abandoning him had become an obsession. He hoarded her like priceless treasure, the dragon inside of him refusing to have her out of its sight and allowing others to be near her was pure torture. He didn't know why, but every time he thought of being without her once again he began to panic. He was afraid that if she left him he would no longer be able to achieve the legendary. She had been the key to his ascension and if she went that power may go with her.

Bulma looked up at the shadowed figure above her. Though Vegeta had closed down their connection once again, he couldn't stop the small wisps of emotion that escaped him. He felt guilt for what he had just done, but there was no reason for him too. If she had wanted him to stop, she could have made him. He would never take her against her will and all she had to do was utter one little word he would have left, but she couldn't bring herself to do that. She wanted this as much as he had. In fact she still wanted more.

His single statement angered her and she didn't want to think about the hidden fears that sill lingered deep inside of her. All she wanted was one night to forget about their conflicts and just pretend that they were a happy married couple and nothing else. Not a Emperor, not a grieving mother. Nothing but lovers.

"I will always love you, Vegeta." She whispered up at him, her hand gently cradling his cheek. He looked down at her, his dark eyes giving away nothing. She curled her fingers around his nape and drew him down into a long lingering kiss. They parted, panting heavily and a newborn passion infused them both.

"Come to bed, My Prince." She invited with open arms and Vegeta was more than willing to accept.