Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bend. I will not break. ❯ Dreams vs. Reality ( Chapter 6 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: lexylou 
Bulma and Vegeta have a spat that turns into a LEMON.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Hentai / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.24.2011 | Updated On: 06.17.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 397 | Status: Work In Progress
Bulma and Vegeta have a spat that turns into a LEMON.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Hentai / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.24.2011 | Updated On: 06.17.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 397 | Status: Work In Progress
BEND. I WILL NOT BREAK. - CHAPTER 6 - DREAMS VS. REALITY.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DRAGONBALL/Z/GT. ALL CHARACTERS ARE A PRODUCT OF AKIRA TORIYAMA. This story may contain Nudity, Sexual Themes, Violence/Gore, Strong Language, Ideologically Sensitive.
-thought-
“verbal speech”
(mental speech)
-Dream Sequence-
“Come on, little one.” The woman said sweetly to a small being as she ushered him into the cell. The child was fear stricken and for good reason. These scientists… these people… if that is what you would call them… They were perverse and as such were their science.
“You have been given a task. You have to…” The voice of one of the sleazy scientists hissed.
“NO! I WONT do it!” Bulma shouted with the beginnings of tears in her eyes.
“You will… sooner… or later.” Bulma knew the last word had a double meaning. He would be back.
Here she sat in a corner of her darkened cell horrified at what they wanted her to do. She looked to other side of her cell to see the small crumpled and shivering form huddle in the opposite corner. They had brought the almost childlike being in shortly before they gave her direction on what they expected her to do. –I can’t… I won’t do that. - She thought back on her parents and how she had killed them to spare them from the tortures of Frieza’s men. Not one day passed where she wasn’t haunted by that memory. They, those monsters, wanted her to kill this child and it seemed all too familiar. Not just kill, but torture… and enjoy it. That was the lesson the wanted to teach.
Several hours later, the scientist came back to find the child alive. She couldn’t do it. “This is very disappointing, you know? We really didn’t want to do this, but you have forced our hand.” The scientist said with faked regret. Dr. Roe was his name. Other personnel began shuffling in locking the door behind them and Dr. Roe gazed at her from the other side of the door. They brought in equipment and tools. It was then Bulma knew what they would do. They took her arms and beat her relentlessly. Bulma hoped death would find her. –Is my revenge worth this pain and horror? Brother, I’m just not strong enough.- She was lost in her self-pity. They injected her with the paralyzing agent they used one her many times before to make sure witness all of the tortures and savage sights. Things that would make even the most seasoned murders to clinch their eyes closed.
They strung the wailing child up from the ceiling by hooks piecing through the wrists. She hoped the child would have a quick death. –Did I really think that? No! I want the child to live… a life free of pain. But death would be better than this.- The only response Bulma had were her tears and even they were silent. –NO! No child should have to endure this!- Something within snapped her and she was filled with rage. With every outcry from the child and every drop of blood that echoed in her ears, her rage grew. As the hate, anger, and lust for murder burned through her veins she found she was able to move. She palmed one of the tools those bastards were using on the child and then killed the light. When the auxiliary lights came on all of the rooms other occupants were dead, including the child. She killed the others out of hate and the child out of mercy. The child would suffer no more.
Dr. Roe smiled in satisfaction. “It looks like regardless the lesson is still learned.” Dr. Roe chuckled out in low tones until bursting into full-fledged laughter.
Bulma walked up to the door. Her hand shot out in attempt to grip his throat. He stood there just out of her reach. Roe gazed at the sight before him. There before him she stood her arm outstretched, her hand cupped around an invisible neck. She couldn’t harm him for the room she was in repressed her ki. He knew her was safe and this made him all the more cocky. She wanted to kill him so badly. The lust for his death was to strong. She pictured pealing his skin from his flesh slowly as she rejoiced in his screams. She was caught up in her reverie that she failed to see what was happening in front of her. Her imaginings were actually happening. She was finally shaken out of her thoughts be shrill howls of agony. She looked down to see a writhing bloody skinless heap. The howls echoed off the walls and pierced her ears.
Her eyelids slowly raised and revealed her darkened room on the ship. He eyes scanned the room as they always did after sleeping. They continued roving until they came to rest on the ships only other occupant leaned against the wall near her bed.
“Do you often make it you business to spy on people while they sleep? I knew you were a degenerate, but a pervert, too?” She knew he wouldn’t be here unless it was important since he had made a point to stay as far from her since they left Idznak two weeks prior. When she spoke he raised his gaze to hers and she saw something flicker in his eyes for a moment before it disappeared. He said nothing as he stared back at her. “Well… What do you want?”
He walked over to her bed took her face in both of his hands before laying his lips upon hers in an impassioned. She was so shocked it took her a moment to respond. She was flooded with the warmth of his body. He hands left her face to explore her body. They soon became restless as they searched out how to free her body from the confining bodysuit. Once she was freed he wasted no time in removing his own clothing. They met each other in a humid embrace that continued well into the night.
-End Dream Sequence-
Bulma was headed for the bridge to check on their location and approximation to Chikyuu. She’d been having these kinds of dreams about her shipmate for weeks now. –When will this torment end?- The bridge was empty. She breathed out in relief. She proceeded to the navigational controls and began to calculate how long until their arrival.
“It will be another week.” The voice said deadpan behind her. She had no doubt in whom it was. She turned to face him and as she expected his arms were crossed over his chest as he stood there scowling. She turned back to the console to finish her calculations. –Hmm. What do you know? He was right. According to the computers old parameters, that is.-
“You’re off by a day, but if you didn’t factor in the new conversion for the upgraded propulsion system you would have come with a standard week.” She walked past him. “But being as strong as you are, I can see where it would leave you little room for comprehensible thought.” She said as she started down the hall.
She soon found herself pinned into the wall by her neck, the metal plating buckling around her. “Don’t think that a beating from Frieza wouldn’t be worth ending your life.” She was unable to reply due to his firm grip on her neck and the blow had knocked out all the air in her lungs. Normally he would have shrugged off her comments and returned his own, but he was overcome with anger, pent-up tension, and her enticing scent. He was lost between murder and lust. Her commentary was the last crack in his resolve. He couldn’t help himself as the animal side of him won out against rational thought. Then he heard her. –Not yet… I can’t let him kill me. I must destroy Frieza!- He began to loosen his grip in shock. No sooner had she uttered her mental statement and felt the pressure lighten on her throat, she used her mental tendrils to slam him into the opposite wall, denting it in the process.
“Frieza doesn’t know of your mental powers, does he?” He smirked, a little amused that she had taken advantage of his lowered guard.
“He knows whatever you have told him!” She spat at the man she had mentally pinned to the wall.
“I have told him that you have completed your mission that is all.” He remained prone on the wall as she pondered. –Why would he withhold such information from Frieza?-
“Men will say anything when they are at the mercy of someone else.” She smirked.
“Onna, do you honestly think you have me here on your own will alone? I am pinned because I allow it. I want you to see the truth in what I say. Onna, you’re strong but not strong enough.” He sneered stepping up to her, pushing her back up against the wall. Their faces were so close she could feel the heat from his breath fan across her lips. His eyes were burning her from the inside out. Roughly he took her lips in a searing kiss. She immediately responded with equal fervor.
She didn’t know when or how they got to his room. It wasn’t until he broke the kiss that they were no longer standing in the hallway. He had been tugging at her body suit in attempt to remove it. She looked down at her suit and realized that no matter what he did he wouldn’t be able to get it off without her help. She looked up at him to see his chest was now bare and smiled. She ran her finger down the front past her navel and it parted under her touch. She did the same with her gloves around the wrist and her boots around her calves. He was curious about her suit until her skin was exposed. When she was completely bare before him, he visually took her in. He traced her every curve with the tips of his fingers. He was driving her crazy. –Two can play that game- She thought as his fingers reached her lips. She took one into her mouth and sucked gently. This earned her a low rumble from his chest. She licked the tip of his finger before releasing it. –What a little devil she is and yet she looks so innocent- He dismissed that thought and bent down to reclaim her lips. He arched his eyebrow momentarily in surprise when he felt her tongue slide along his bottom lip, asking for entry. He admitted her and their tongues battled for dominance. He trailed his kissed from her lips, down her chin, across her jaw line to her ear where he sucked tenderly on her earlobe. Bulma shuttered with the feeling he was instilling in her. She ran her hand down his sculpted chest down his abs until she reached her prize. She took him into her hand stroking him firmly. He made a pleased growl in the back of his throat as he slowly thrust his hips into her hand. His mouth traveled down her neck licking along the way until he reached her shoulder where he began to lick and nip lightly. This spurred her on to move his tip to her entrance. She used the tip of him to massage her most sensitive spot up and down. He lightly pinched her with his teeth letting her know that he was getting impatient. This ignited something inside her. The combination of his bite and the slick head of his member massaging her clit caused her to buck her hips. When she bucked her hips he seized his opportunity and submerged himself with her slick warmth. The sensation almost pushed him to mark her; he released her shoulder and took her lips. However he could control his tail as it slithered across her abdomen and wrapped itself around her waist. She gasp and they both froze and then slowly they moved together. The slow pace turned into a fast frantic rhythm and soon they were pawing at one another desperate to touch every inch of each other. Her legs locked around his hips, she wanted all of him inside her and as deep as she could have him. He felt her clinch her stomach muscles causing her inner walls to squeeze him and he thought she would soon climax, but the smile on her face to him otherwise. That sensation alone nearly causes him to topple over the edge. It was close; they were matching one another stroke for stroke. He felt all of her muscles seize as tremors ran through her body. He felt her insides tighten and squeeze his shaft as her walls fluttered and spasmed around his groin. Her climax triggered his release causing to spill his warmth inside her. She felt him harden and again he took her into bliss. He laid there resting atop her panting body while listening to the pounding of her heart noticing it was in time with his own. He rolled over on to his back taking her with him. He listened intently to the slowing beat of her heart as it lulled him to sleep. She was now resting on his chest thinking a mile a minute about what just happened.
Once she was certain he was asleep she gathered up her clothing and left his room to return to hers. She entered her quarters, dumped her clothes in the floor, and then got into bed, shrugging under her covers. She laid there flat on her back staring at the ceiling thinking on the night’s events. Try as she might she could fight in no more and sleep took her into darkness of dreamless sleep.
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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DRAGONBALL/Z/GT. ALL CHARACTERS ARE A PRODUCT OF AKIRA TORIYAMA. This story may contain Nudity, Sexual Themes, Violence/Gore, Strong Language, Ideologically Sensitive.
-thought-
“verbal speech”
(mental speech)
-Dream Sequence-
“Come on, little one.” The woman said sweetly to a small being as she ushered him into the cell. The child was fear stricken and for good reason. These scientists… these people… if that is what you would call them… They were perverse and as such were their science.
“You have been given a task. You have to…” The voice of one of the sleazy scientists hissed.
“NO! I WONT do it!” Bulma shouted with the beginnings of tears in her eyes.
“You will… sooner… or later.” Bulma knew the last word had a double meaning. He would be back.
Here she sat in a corner of her darkened cell horrified at what they wanted her to do. She looked to other side of her cell to see the small crumpled and shivering form huddle in the opposite corner. They had brought the almost childlike being in shortly before they gave her direction on what they expected her to do. –I can’t… I won’t do that. - She thought back on her parents and how she had killed them to spare them from the tortures of Frieza’s men. Not one day passed where she wasn’t haunted by that memory. They, those monsters, wanted her to kill this child and it seemed all too familiar. Not just kill, but torture… and enjoy it. That was the lesson the wanted to teach.
Several hours later, the scientist came back to find the child alive. She couldn’t do it. “This is very disappointing, you know? We really didn’t want to do this, but you have forced our hand.” The scientist said with faked regret. Dr. Roe was his name. Other personnel began shuffling in locking the door behind them and Dr. Roe gazed at her from the other side of the door. They brought in equipment and tools. It was then Bulma knew what they would do. They took her arms and beat her relentlessly. Bulma hoped death would find her. –Is my revenge worth this pain and horror? Brother, I’m just not strong enough.- She was lost in her self-pity. They injected her with the paralyzing agent they used one her many times before to make sure witness all of the tortures and savage sights. Things that would make even the most seasoned murders to clinch their eyes closed.
They strung the wailing child up from the ceiling by hooks piecing through the wrists. She hoped the child would have a quick death. –Did I really think that? No! I want the child to live… a life free of pain. But death would be better than this.- The only response Bulma had were her tears and even they were silent. –NO! No child should have to endure this!- Something within snapped her and she was filled with rage. With every outcry from the child and every drop of blood that echoed in her ears, her rage grew. As the hate, anger, and lust for murder burned through her veins she found she was able to move. She palmed one of the tools those bastards were using on the child and then killed the light. When the auxiliary lights came on all of the rooms other occupants were dead, including the child. She killed the others out of hate and the child out of mercy. The child would suffer no more.
Dr. Roe smiled in satisfaction. “It looks like regardless the lesson is still learned.” Dr. Roe chuckled out in low tones until bursting into full-fledged laughter.
Bulma walked up to the door. Her hand shot out in attempt to grip his throat. He stood there just out of her reach. Roe gazed at the sight before him. There before him she stood her arm outstretched, her hand cupped around an invisible neck. She couldn’t harm him for the room she was in repressed her ki. He knew her was safe and this made him all the more cocky. She wanted to kill him so badly. The lust for his death was to strong. She pictured pealing his skin from his flesh slowly as she rejoiced in his screams. She was caught up in her reverie that she failed to see what was happening in front of her. Her imaginings were actually happening. She was finally shaken out of her thoughts be shrill howls of agony. She looked down to see a writhing bloody skinless heap. The howls echoed off the walls and pierced her ears.
Her eyelids slowly raised and revealed her darkened room on the ship. He eyes scanned the room as they always did after sleeping. They continued roving until they came to rest on the ships only other occupant leaned against the wall near her bed.
“Do you often make it you business to spy on people while they sleep? I knew you were a degenerate, but a pervert, too?” She knew he wouldn’t be here unless it was important since he had made a point to stay as far from her since they left Idznak two weeks prior. When she spoke he raised his gaze to hers and she saw something flicker in his eyes for a moment before it disappeared. He said nothing as he stared back at her. “Well… What do you want?”
He walked over to her bed took her face in both of his hands before laying his lips upon hers in an impassioned. She was so shocked it took her a moment to respond. She was flooded with the warmth of his body. He hands left her face to explore her body. They soon became restless as they searched out how to free her body from the confining bodysuit. Once she was freed he wasted no time in removing his own clothing. They met each other in a humid embrace that continued well into the night.
-End Dream Sequence-
Bulma was headed for the bridge to check on their location and approximation to Chikyuu. She’d been having these kinds of dreams about her shipmate for weeks now. –When will this torment end?- The bridge was empty. She breathed out in relief. She proceeded to the navigational controls and began to calculate how long until their arrival.
“It will be another week.” The voice said deadpan behind her. She had no doubt in whom it was. She turned to face him and as she expected his arms were crossed over his chest as he stood there scowling. She turned back to the console to finish her calculations. –Hmm. What do you know? He was right. According to the computers old parameters, that is.-
“You’re off by a day, but if you didn’t factor in the new conversion for the upgraded propulsion system you would have come with a standard week.” She walked past him. “But being as strong as you are, I can see where it would leave you little room for comprehensible thought.” She said as she started down the hall.
She soon found herself pinned into the wall by her neck, the metal plating buckling around her. “Don’t think that a beating from Frieza wouldn’t be worth ending your life.” She was unable to reply due to his firm grip on her neck and the blow had knocked out all the air in her lungs. Normally he would have shrugged off her comments and returned his own, but he was overcome with anger, pent-up tension, and her enticing scent. He was lost between murder and lust. Her commentary was the last crack in his resolve. He couldn’t help himself as the animal side of him won out against rational thought. Then he heard her. –Not yet… I can’t let him kill me. I must destroy Frieza!- He began to loosen his grip in shock. No sooner had she uttered her mental statement and felt the pressure lighten on her throat, she used her mental tendrils to slam him into the opposite wall, denting it in the process.
“Frieza doesn’t know of your mental powers, does he?” He smirked, a little amused that she had taken advantage of his lowered guard.
“He knows whatever you have told him!” She spat at the man she had mentally pinned to the wall.
“I have told him that you have completed your mission that is all.” He remained prone on the wall as she pondered. –Why would he withhold such information from Frieza?-
“Men will say anything when they are at the mercy of someone else.” She smirked.
“Onna, do you honestly think you have me here on your own will alone? I am pinned because I allow it. I want you to see the truth in what I say. Onna, you’re strong but not strong enough.” He sneered stepping up to her, pushing her back up against the wall. Their faces were so close she could feel the heat from his breath fan across her lips. His eyes were burning her from the inside out. Roughly he took her lips in a searing kiss. She immediately responded with equal fervor.
She didn’t know when or how they got to his room. It wasn’t until he broke the kiss that they were no longer standing in the hallway. He had been tugging at her body suit in attempt to remove it. She looked down at her suit and realized that no matter what he did he wouldn’t be able to get it off without her help. She looked up at him to see his chest was now bare and smiled. She ran her finger down the front past her navel and it parted under her touch. She did the same with her gloves around the wrist and her boots around her calves. He was curious about her suit until her skin was exposed. When she was completely bare before him, he visually took her in. He traced her every curve with the tips of his fingers. He was driving her crazy. –Two can play that game- She thought as his fingers reached her lips. She took one into her mouth and sucked gently. This earned her a low rumble from his chest. She licked the tip of his finger before releasing it. –What a little devil she is and yet she looks so innocent- He dismissed that thought and bent down to reclaim her lips. He arched his eyebrow momentarily in surprise when he felt her tongue slide along his bottom lip, asking for entry. He admitted her and their tongues battled for dominance. He trailed his kissed from her lips, down her chin, across her jaw line to her ear where he sucked tenderly on her earlobe. Bulma shuttered with the feeling he was instilling in her. She ran her hand down his sculpted chest down his abs until she reached her prize. She took him into her hand stroking him firmly. He made a pleased growl in the back of his throat as he slowly thrust his hips into her hand. His mouth traveled down her neck licking along the way until he reached her shoulder where he began to lick and nip lightly. This spurred her on to move his tip to her entrance. She used the tip of him to massage her most sensitive spot up and down. He lightly pinched her with his teeth letting her know that he was getting impatient. This ignited something inside her. The combination of his bite and the slick head of his member massaging her clit caused her to buck her hips. When she bucked her hips he seized his opportunity and submerged himself with her slick warmth. The sensation almost pushed him to mark her; he released her shoulder and took her lips. However he could control his tail as it slithered across her abdomen and wrapped itself around her waist. She gasp and they both froze and then slowly they moved together. The slow pace turned into a fast frantic rhythm and soon they were pawing at one another desperate to touch every inch of each other. Her legs locked around his hips, she wanted all of him inside her and as deep as she could have him. He felt her clinch her stomach muscles causing her inner walls to squeeze him and he thought she would soon climax, but the smile on her face to him otherwise. That sensation alone nearly causes him to topple over the edge. It was close; they were matching one another stroke for stroke. He felt all of her muscles seize as tremors ran through her body. He felt her insides tighten and squeeze his shaft as her walls fluttered and spasmed around his groin. Her climax triggered his release causing to spill his warmth inside her. She felt him harden and again he took her into bliss. He laid there resting atop her panting body while listening to the pounding of her heart noticing it was in time with his own. He rolled over on to his back taking her with him. He listened intently to the slowing beat of her heart as it lulled him to sleep. She was now resting on his chest thinking a mile a minute about what just happened.
Once she was certain he was asleep she gathered up her clothing and left his room to return to hers. She entered her quarters, dumped her clothes in the floor, and then got into bed, shrugging under her covers. She laid there flat on her back staring at the ceiling thinking on the night’s events. Try as she might she could fight in no more and sleep took her into darkness of dreamless sleep.
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