Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bend. I will not break. ❯ Happy Birthday! ( Chapter 25 )
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By: lexylou 
Vegeta, King Vegeta, and Bulma verbally brawl! Is there any kissing and making up?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Hentai / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.30.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 315 | Status: Work In Progress
Vegeta, King Vegeta, and Bulma verbally brawl! Is there any kissing and making up?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Hentai / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.30.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 315 | Status: Work In Progress
BEND.WILL NOT BREAK.25 – HAPPY BIRTHDAY!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.A/N: -thought-"speech"-King Vegeta’s Flagship-
“So that is what you have to offer then...” It was a statement and not a question. “… in exchange for my troops and resources you exchange technological upgrades and gravity simulation used for training.” King Vegeta said in response to the proposal to make sure that he understood correctly.
“Yes, that is my request.” Bulma stated firmly her eyes not once leaving the king. To flinch and lower her eyes now would be a show of weakness.
King Vegeta sat on his throne atop a dais as he pondered over her request. He stroked his goatee with his thumb and for finger as he thought. His eyes searched Bulma’s for deceit; he found none and came to his decision. “DONE!” The king stated with the authority of a royal.
“Now where was this first mission to, again?” He said as he stood and approached the young woman. “The one Kakarott told me of some months ago.”
“Planet Asorna.” Bulma reminded the elder monarch.
“Are you MAD!!” Vegeta spoke out in disapproval. “Frieza’s probably got the Planet locked down and expecting you to come! May I remind you of you and your brother’s previous botched attempt?!”
“So help me, Vegeta, leave Zarbon out of this! That was years ago, it’s in the past.” She began angrily. Her second sentence was barely above a whisper. She still harbored the guilt of her brother’s death and for Vegeta to bring up Zarbon’s name struck an all too painful nerve.
King Vegeta ignored the petty squabble and continued. “How many of my warriors will you need?” He asked Bulma in a bored tone as he appraisingly circled the young female warrior.
“One squad of Elites; no more, no less.” She spoke as a practiced negotiator.
Vegeta caught on to his father’s action as he walked his tight pattern around the woman he sought to claim as his. “ELITES! Preposterous! Old man you can’t possi…”
“Done!” He said effectively cutting off his son. “When will you leave?”
“As soon as I have the warrior I need.” Bulma was quick to reply.
King Vegeta stopped in his ellipse of Bulma when noticed something in particular about her appearance. Two pale half-moon scars at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, to be exact.
“Girl? Where did you get this mark?” The king said as he fingered the scars on her neck, already knowing what they signified. “Are you Kakarott’s mate?”
“NO!” Bulma and Goku screamed in unison.
“Then how, by chance, did you come by such marks?” King Vegeta asked with his curiosity raised.
Bulma knew this was her chance to really stick it to Vegeta. “Why don’t you ask your son?”
The king’s irate and fearsome gaze fell on Vegeta, but Vegeta stared back at his sire unfazed. “Did you mark this female?! I forbid you to mate her! She is un worthy! A king of Vegetasei needs no mate!” The king roared at his heir.
Before Vegeta could make any kind of contribution to the king’s rant Bulma lost her temper completely. “EXCUSE ME?! Unworthy? I think you are mistaken! I don’t want to be your son’s mate. If I did I would kick your old ass and take him!” Her body was trembling with barely contained rage. Her eyes were alight with blue fire and her aura flared around her as her ki spiked to higher levels.
Vegeta stood in frozen in place. His eyes were wide with shock as he opened and closed his mouth like a fish.
Bulma stared coldly at the king as she debated breaking him in half. “Since this meeting is adjourned, I will excuse myself, you majesty and be done with this foolishness!” With that final bold outburst she left the throne room and those within in utter shock.
King Vegeta looked to his recently composed son. “Imbecile! Do you have any idea what you’ve done?!” He asked rhetorically. “When a female is bitten you don’t gain ownership of her, no. The moment her blood touches your tongue and enters your system, you belong to her!” The king spat in disgust.
Vegeta’s eyes widened slightly and his mouth hung agape. He didn’t want to believe his father’s words to be true. He knew they were and felt their finality in his bones.
“No king in a thousand years has had a mate. The reason being once mated if one dies the other follows. Heed my words, boy!” King Vegeta finished his speech to his heir.
Vegeta face sobered and he grit his teeth. “Coward.” Vegeta said to his sire in a dangerously low tone. He then turned to the parted throne room double doors. He would find Bulma; he had to find her before she left for Asorna.
“Ungrateful brat!” The king began, but halted his shout as his son turned his abysmal black eyes to his father. They held the promise of the king’s death in them.
“When this war is over you would have outlived your purpose and I will take my birthright from your flesh. Raise a hand against her directly or indirectly and you will quicken you fate all the more.” With that said the king was silenced and Vegeta followed Bulma’s lead out of the throne room.
Once the prince was gone the king motioned for one of his guards to come forth. “Get me one of our contacts on Aerwei. Tell them that I have some information about the wench’s mission to Asorna I want leaked to Frieza.” -If I must died my son; I won’t go alone.-
-The Kuroi Naiya-
Bulma had arrived back on her ship after pacing the halls and corridors of King Vegeta’s vessel. She could no longer stand to be on the ship of such intolerable monarch. Something would give; she knew it and it would probably end up in the king’s death.
Bulma entered her room to be pulled into an unexpected embrace. “Vegeta!” Bulma gasped into the darkened room that’s only light was stars.
She wasn’t able to get out another word as Vegeta captured her supple lips with his own. She was quick to respond to him. She had wanted, not craved, this for so long. He deepened the kiss and seemed desperate in his actions. His hands roved over her heated skin and he tore at her clothes and she at his. Vegeta reluctantly pulled back from the kiss and Bulma whimpered as the loss. She sucked on her bottom lip, but was unable to substitute his hot mouth.
“We can stop this. You need only to tell me, but I need you… Bulma.” He lustily panted. His breath heated her lips as his mouth hovered inches from hers. He was hoping against hope that she wouldn’t tell him to stop.
“Like Hell!” She exclaimed as she reached her finger into his spiky mane pulled him back into a barrage of furious kissing.
They had backed to the bed and fell together without breaking their hold on one another. Vegeta was completely nude and the only thing that covered Bulma was a sleek pair of underwear. Vegeta looked down at Bulma and realized she was getting impatient. He hooked his thumbs in her panties. She aided him by arching her back upwards the help him slide them past her hips. Both realized that neither were in the mood for foreplay and wanted to be intertwined in the other. Vegeta slammed into her and caused her to lose her breath in a silent scream of pleasure. She was so tight and he almost lost it there. He stilled himself and Bulma regained her breath. Bulma moved under him and he answered her with equal thrusts. His tail crept up a secured its unbreakable hold around her waist and his hands found the dip under her buttocks. Her juices engulfed his lower half as a spectrum of color took over her vision. Her inner folds squeezed and milked his member of his seed. He collapsed on top of Bulma and licked at the mark he had placed on her neck years before. Tremors racked through both of their bodies as the enjoyed the after tingle of sex.
“Vegeta?” Bulma called him breathlessly and then swallow.
“Hn?” He responded tiredly.
“Do I mean so little to you, that you wouldn’t tell me that I should return the bite to become your mate?” She asked innocently.
“One, I thought you knew and rejected me. Two, I don’t know why I didn’t tell you… I guess I was almost as naive about this as you. I don’t want to finish this now though.” He admitted in honesty.
“Why is that? Bulma said with the beginnings of feelings of betrayal boiling in her stomach.
“We still have a war to finish. I don’t want you to die because of me. If I died, you would too.”
She smiled against his hair and planted a kiss atop his head. His words caused a tickling in her heart. The silence was broken by a soft beeping of an alarm on her digital calendar. “Happy Birthday.” She whispered to herself.
“What?” Vegeta mumbled against her neck. He pulled out of her and lay beside her with his head propped up in his palm. He stared at her and waited for her answer.
Bulma swallowed and then yawned. “Today’s my twenty fifth birthday.”
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“So that is what you have to offer then...” It was a statement and not a question. “… in exchange for my troops and resources you exchange technological upgrades and gravity simulation used for training.” King Vegeta said in response to the proposal to make sure that he understood correctly.
“Yes, that is my request.” Bulma stated firmly her eyes not once leaving the king. To flinch and lower her eyes now would be a show of weakness.
King Vegeta sat on his throne atop a dais as he pondered over her request. He stroked his goatee with his thumb and for finger as he thought. His eyes searched Bulma’s for deceit; he found none and came to his decision. “DONE!” The king stated with the authority of a royal.
“Now where was this first mission to, again?” He said as he stood and approached the young woman. “The one Kakarott told me of some months ago.”
“Planet Asorna.” Bulma reminded the elder monarch.
“Are you MAD!!” Vegeta spoke out in disapproval. “Frieza’s probably got the Planet locked down and expecting you to come! May I remind you of you and your brother’s previous botched attempt?!”
“So help me, Vegeta, leave Zarbon out of this! That was years ago, it’s in the past.” She began angrily. Her second sentence was barely above a whisper. She still harbored the guilt of her brother’s death and for Vegeta to bring up Zarbon’s name struck an all too painful nerve.
King Vegeta ignored the petty squabble and continued. “How many of my warriors will you need?” He asked Bulma in a bored tone as he appraisingly circled the young female warrior.
“One squad of Elites; no more, no less.” She spoke as a practiced negotiator.
Vegeta caught on to his father’s action as he walked his tight pattern around the woman he sought to claim as his. “ELITES! Preposterous! Old man you can’t possi…”
“Done!” He said effectively cutting off his son. “When will you leave?”
“As soon as I have the warrior I need.” Bulma was quick to reply.
King Vegeta stopped in his ellipse of Bulma when noticed something in particular about her appearance. Two pale half-moon scars at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, to be exact.
“Girl? Where did you get this mark?” The king said as he fingered the scars on her neck, already knowing what they signified. “Are you Kakarott’s mate?”
“NO!” Bulma and Goku screamed in unison.
“Then how, by chance, did you come by such marks?” King Vegeta asked with his curiosity raised.
Bulma knew this was her chance to really stick it to Vegeta. “Why don’t you ask your son?”
The king’s irate and fearsome gaze fell on Vegeta, but Vegeta stared back at his sire unfazed. “Did you mark this female?! I forbid you to mate her! She is un worthy! A king of Vegetasei needs no mate!” The king roared at his heir.
Before Vegeta could make any kind of contribution to the king’s rant Bulma lost her temper completely. “EXCUSE ME?! Unworthy? I think you are mistaken! I don’t want to be your son’s mate. If I did I would kick your old ass and take him!” Her body was trembling with barely contained rage. Her eyes were alight with blue fire and her aura flared around her as her ki spiked to higher levels.
Vegeta stood in frozen in place. His eyes were wide with shock as he opened and closed his mouth like a fish.
Bulma stared coldly at the king as she debated breaking him in half. “Since this meeting is adjourned, I will excuse myself, you majesty and be done with this foolishness!” With that final bold outburst she left the throne room and those within in utter shock.
King Vegeta looked to his recently composed son. “Imbecile! Do you have any idea what you’ve done?!” He asked rhetorically. “When a female is bitten you don’t gain ownership of her, no. The moment her blood touches your tongue and enters your system, you belong to her!” The king spat in disgust.
Vegeta’s eyes widened slightly and his mouth hung agape. He didn’t want to believe his father’s words to be true. He knew they were and felt their finality in his bones.
“No king in a thousand years has had a mate. The reason being once mated if one dies the other follows. Heed my words, boy!” King Vegeta finished his speech to his heir.
Vegeta face sobered and he grit his teeth. “Coward.” Vegeta said to his sire in a dangerously low tone. He then turned to the parted throne room double doors. He would find Bulma; he had to find her before she left for Asorna.
“Ungrateful brat!” The king began, but halted his shout as his son turned his abysmal black eyes to his father. They held the promise of the king’s death in them.
“When this war is over you would have outlived your purpose and I will take my birthright from your flesh. Raise a hand against her directly or indirectly and you will quicken you fate all the more.” With that said the king was silenced and Vegeta followed Bulma’s lead out of the throne room.
Once the prince was gone the king motioned for one of his guards to come forth. “Get me one of our contacts on Aerwei. Tell them that I have some information about the wench’s mission to Asorna I want leaked to Frieza.” -If I must died my son; I won’t go alone.-
-The Kuroi Naiya-
Bulma had arrived back on her ship after pacing the halls and corridors of King Vegeta’s vessel. She could no longer stand to be on the ship of such intolerable monarch. Something would give; she knew it and it would probably end up in the king’s death.
Bulma entered her room to be pulled into an unexpected embrace. “Vegeta!” Bulma gasped into the darkened room that’s only light was stars.
She wasn’t able to get out another word as Vegeta captured her supple lips with his own. She was quick to respond to him. She had wanted, not craved, this for so long. He deepened the kiss and seemed desperate in his actions. His hands roved over her heated skin and he tore at her clothes and she at his. Vegeta reluctantly pulled back from the kiss and Bulma whimpered as the loss. She sucked on her bottom lip, but was unable to substitute his hot mouth.
“We can stop this. You need only to tell me, but I need you… Bulma.” He lustily panted. His breath heated her lips as his mouth hovered inches from hers. He was hoping against hope that she wouldn’t tell him to stop.
“Like Hell!” She exclaimed as she reached her finger into his spiky mane pulled him back into a barrage of furious kissing.
They had backed to the bed and fell together without breaking their hold on one another. Vegeta was completely nude and the only thing that covered Bulma was a sleek pair of underwear. Vegeta looked down at Bulma and realized she was getting impatient. He hooked his thumbs in her panties. She aided him by arching her back upwards the help him slide them past her hips. Both realized that neither were in the mood for foreplay and wanted to be intertwined in the other. Vegeta slammed into her and caused her to lose her breath in a silent scream of pleasure. She was so tight and he almost lost it there. He stilled himself and Bulma regained her breath. Bulma moved under him and he answered her with equal thrusts. His tail crept up a secured its unbreakable hold around her waist and his hands found the dip under her buttocks. Her juices engulfed his lower half as a spectrum of color took over her vision. Her inner folds squeezed and milked his member of his seed. He collapsed on top of Bulma and licked at the mark he had placed on her neck years before. Tremors racked through both of their bodies as the enjoyed the after tingle of sex.
“Vegeta?” Bulma called him breathlessly and then swallow.
“Hn?” He responded tiredly.
“Do I mean so little to you, that you wouldn’t tell me that I should return the bite to become your mate?” She asked innocently.
“One, I thought you knew and rejected me. Two, I don’t know why I didn’t tell you… I guess I was almost as naive about this as you. I don’t want to finish this now though.” He admitted in honesty.
“Why is that? Bulma said with the beginnings of feelings of betrayal boiling in her stomach.
“We still have a war to finish. I don’t want you to die because of me. If I died, you would too.”
She smiled against his hair and planted a kiss atop his head. His words caused a tickling in her heart. The silence was broken by a soft beeping of an alarm on her digital calendar. “Happy Birthday.” She whispered to herself.
“What?” Vegeta mumbled against her neck. He pulled out of her and lay beside her with his head propped up in his palm. He stared at her and waited for her answer.
Bulma swallowed and then yawned. “Today’s my twenty fifth birthday.”
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