Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bend. I will not break. Part II ❯ WHO RULES THE BEDROOM, NOW?! ( Chapter 8 )
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Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Hentai / Romance / Sci-fi | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.14.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 176 | Status: Completed
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Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Hentai / Romance / Sci-fi | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.14.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 176 | Status: Completed
BEND. I WILL NOT BREAK. PART II,
CHAPTER 8 – WHO RULES THE BEDROOM, NOW?!
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, and Ideologically Sensitive.
A/N: -thought- "speech" (mental speech)
Bulma's clothes were torn from her body and soon she was plunged into the plush bedding of her own king sized bed. Vegeta's eyes roved over his woman's supple body. His eyes slowed as they traced over the few scars that she had. First the mating bite, at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, he had given her sometime ago caught his attention and caused him to swell with masculine pride. Next his vision drifted to her chest where that bastard Frieza had nearly ended her life. His face became bitter and then sought out her other scars. He then found the one he had given her to her abdomen while on the Chikyuu mission. He still shuttered at the memories. Beside the vaguely noticeable mark there was another from the barbaric extraction of their son. He smiled as he thought of the lengths that she went through to assure that their child would live.
His hands now traveled the previously visited path of his eyes. They traced every raised bit of flesh, every battle or strife earned blemish. He wasn't disgusted in the least with these imperfections. In a small way they reflected a part of who she was. Harsh and rough long since healed torn flesh overlaid on snow white silken skin. She was elegant and graceful mixed with battle hardened and strength. She was his vision of perfection. She was his.
Their bodies now moved as one. She met each of his powerful thrusts with equal fervor. Somehow during the course of their heated passion they ended up against the large circular and concave window that was opened to the wide open expanse of space. Vegeta's fathomless eyes reflected the stars back to her. The windows surface felt cool against her bare back and rear as she was pressed into it as he pumped into her. For her the multitude of sensation only added to heighten the pleasure that he was already giving her.
His eyes left her momentarily to gaze at something behind her in space. As he glanced away he unhooked his supporting hands from underneath her legs and spun her around to see what his eyes had sought out. Her hands now rest upon the window for support accompanied with one of his to support him. His other hand had snaked around her waist and now rest above her navel. Her pushed forcefully back into her slick warm folds and she tensed and hissed in pleasure. He returned to moving inside of her at a furious pace. They watched together as the 'Oni Yûrei' burst into a spectacular array of light and smoldering debris. They panted as they shook with muscle failure and thrills of the afterglow of climax as the shock waves rippled against the ship from the massive explosion of the Icejin ship. This painful chapter of their lives could now close and they could now begin their life anew without the shadow of a yoke held above their heads.
"Woman?" His voice came out as a croak from the dryness of his throat.
"Yes, Vegeta? …and that's 'your majesty' or 'your highness'." She joked eliciting a scowl from her prince.
"I demand to know how it is that you are QUEEN and of the SAIYAN people no less!" He crossed his arms with his scowl still in place looking more like a petulant child that a concurring warrior.
"Well… your father…" Bulma began to be interrupted by her saiyan lover.
His eyes widened and anguish smothered his features. "He-Did he…"
Shock flooded her face as she picked up on his meaning. "NO! He was too much of a weakling for me!" She let his thoughts simmer for a moment before continuing on. "He tried, but I killed him before he could do anything." She smirked in her triumph.
"Then it's true! You are the queen of lost Vegetasei." His eyes widened a fraction more as he nodded his head in acceptance and then bowed in all of his naked glory before her.
"Get up! In the bedroom it fine, but if you do that in public I'll have you put to death." She chided and poked for at her prince.
He stood again with a disturbed look upon his face. "You think this is amusing? I am bound by saiyan law to do so! You will immediately announce my status as your mate and proclaim me as the rightful king." He snapped the last sentence.
Her anger rose slightly at his waspish remark. "You are only a 'prince', Vegeta. Who are you to order anything from a 'queen'?" She would have the last laugh she swore.
"WO-MAN!" He growled dangerously through clinched teeth, but it came out as a near moan of desperation.
"Alright, ALRIGHT!" She groan-laughed. "But first, I want to have a little fun with this in the bedroom. It would make for some awesome foreplay." She said as she smirked a deviously revealing a little smile. She decided to give in. Just a little.
"Only if you play the part of a bed slave tonight. Tomorrow, you will announce me as your king."
"Yes, sire." She replied seductively before he carried her to their king sized bed for another round of searing bliss.
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CHAPTER 8 – WHO RULES THE BEDROOM, NOW?!
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, and Ideologically Sensitive.
A/N: -thought- "speech" (mental speech)
Bulma's clothes were torn from her body and soon she was plunged into the plush bedding of her own king sized bed. Vegeta's eyes roved over his woman's supple body. His eyes slowed as they traced over the few scars that she had. First the mating bite, at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, he had given her sometime ago caught his attention and caused him to swell with masculine pride. Next his vision drifted to her chest where that bastard Frieza had nearly ended her life. His face became bitter and then sought out her other scars. He then found the one he had given her to her abdomen while on the Chikyuu mission. He still shuttered at the memories. Beside the vaguely noticeable mark there was another from the barbaric extraction of their son. He smiled as he thought of the lengths that she went through to assure that their child would live.
His hands now traveled the previously visited path of his eyes. They traced every raised bit of flesh, every battle or strife earned blemish. He wasn't disgusted in the least with these imperfections. In a small way they reflected a part of who she was. Harsh and rough long since healed torn flesh overlaid on snow white silken skin. She was elegant and graceful mixed with battle hardened and strength. She was his vision of perfection. She was his.
Their bodies now moved as one. She met each of his powerful thrusts with equal fervor. Somehow during the course of their heated passion they ended up against the large circular and concave window that was opened to the wide open expanse of space. Vegeta's fathomless eyes reflected the stars back to her. The windows surface felt cool against her bare back and rear as she was pressed into it as he pumped into her. For her the multitude of sensation only added to heighten the pleasure that he was already giving her.
His eyes left her momentarily to gaze at something behind her in space. As he glanced away he unhooked his supporting hands from underneath her legs and spun her around to see what his eyes had sought out. Her hands now rest upon the window for support accompanied with one of his to support him. His other hand had snaked around her waist and now rest above her navel. Her pushed forcefully back into her slick warm folds and she tensed and hissed in pleasure. He returned to moving inside of her at a furious pace. They watched together as the 'Oni Yûrei' burst into a spectacular array of light and smoldering debris. They panted as they shook with muscle failure and thrills of the afterglow of climax as the shock waves rippled against the ship from the massive explosion of the Icejin ship. This painful chapter of their lives could now close and they could now begin their life anew without the shadow of a yoke held above their heads.
"Woman?" His voice came out as a croak from the dryness of his throat.
"Yes, Vegeta? …and that's 'your majesty' or 'your highness'." She joked eliciting a scowl from her prince.
"I demand to know how it is that you are QUEEN and of the SAIYAN people no less!" He crossed his arms with his scowl still in place looking more like a petulant child that a concurring warrior.
"Well… your father…" Bulma began to be interrupted by her saiyan lover.
His eyes widened and anguish smothered his features. "He-Did he…"
Shock flooded her face as she picked up on his meaning. "NO! He was too much of a weakling for me!" She let his thoughts simmer for a moment before continuing on. "He tried, but I killed him before he could do anything." She smirked in her triumph.
"Then it's true! You are the queen of lost Vegetasei." His eyes widened a fraction more as he nodded his head in acceptance and then bowed in all of his naked glory before her.
"Get up! In the bedroom it fine, but if you do that in public I'll have you put to death." She chided and poked for at her prince.
He stood again with a disturbed look upon his face. "You think this is amusing? I am bound by saiyan law to do so! You will immediately announce my status as your mate and proclaim me as the rightful king." He snapped the last sentence.
Her anger rose slightly at his waspish remark. "You are only a 'prince', Vegeta. Who are you to order anything from a 'queen'?" She would have the last laugh she swore.
"WO-MAN!" He growled dangerously through clinched teeth, but it came out as a near moan of desperation.
"Alright, ALRIGHT!" She groan-laughed. "But first, I want to have a little fun with this in the bedroom. It would make for some awesome foreplay." She said as she smirked a deviously revealing a little smile. She decided to give in. Just a little.
"Only if you play the part of a bed slave tonight. Tomorrow, you will announce me as your king."
"Yes, sire." She replied seductively before he carried her to their king sized bed for another round of searing bliss.
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