Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bitter Harvest ❯ Body Memory ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: Don't own Vegeta or Bulma, damnit..... D'Shanti and Redd are mine, just to make sure you all know. Redd ain't in this story, but never hurts to be prepared.

Body Memory

By: WeaverOfDreams

Bulma sighed, running a brush through her light blue hair. Her hair was bobbed now, swinging around her face, the edges curling around her jaw line. She had decided to cut off her long hair because it made her look a little too old and well, at this point in her life, she didn't need to be reminded of how old she was. She sat before her mirror, wearing a long ago purchased blue night robe. It was silk, flowing over her long legs, cinched at her tiny waist, and opened at the collar just enough so the that the soft swell of her chest showed. She silently thanked Dende that she was still perky in that department. Gazing at herself in the mirror, she took in the graying lines of her hair. She ran her fingers threw them and scowled.

"Stop stealing my look, woman." Came a rough call from the doorway. She looked over to find her husband and mate. She felt a quiver in her stomach. Bulma could never get over how he always seemed to do that. He strutted in, as there was no other word for his confidant gait. He had just come from a shower, his head hidden under a towel, another towel thrown around his hips, barely hiding much of anything. Beads of water still clung to his bronze toned skin. He sat down on the edge of the bed, facing her. She marveled at him. He had the body most men would kill for, all hard lines and muscle. He was a year older then she was , well technically three years, and yet he still looked like a young man. She could pick out the signs he was aging though. His face was more mature, more rough. He had a few lines on his face, mostly from scowling so much. She turned in her chair and watched as he pulled the towel off his head, his hair half dried, standing on end, the other half wet and laying flat. She giggled. He scowled. She shook her head and picked up her brush. Making her way over to him, she slipped behind him and started to brush his hair out. It wasn't that easy of a task. When his hair was wet, it was at it's most unmanageable. It just would not co-operate. When it was dry, however, you could basically do anything with it, which is why his hair stood up on end. It could remain flat and long if he wished, but he didn't, so, flame it was. He gave a soft grunt and leaned back into her, his hands resting on her thighs.

Bulma knew he enjoyed it when she gave him special treatment. She could hear the beginnings of a low growl in his throat, the only thing she could liken to a purr from him. As he had said gruffly once ' Sayjin's don't purr, Woman!'. She giggled at the memory as she brushed out his thick mane of black hair. These were one of the few times he truly relaxed. He was himself with her. Looking over his body , she realized that while his mind might be relaxed, his body was not. He was tense, she could see the knots in his muscles. He had been training today, making up for lost time. He had relaxed his training schedule while she was pregnant with Bra. She smiled thinking of the precious angel sleeping in the room down the hall. She was two years old now and Vegeta's training had begun in ernest. Trunks was training with his father, but she didn't know if that was a good idea or not.Anway, Bulma couldn't believe she was pregnant so late in life. She would have thought she'd hit menopause by then. But as luck would have it, she had Bra. Bulma smiled softly as she remembered Vegeta's reaction to their baby girl. He cursed , saying that none of his looks went into the brats. True enough, baby Bra looked just like her. Bulma chuckled and then put her brush down onto the bed. She ran her hands through his hair , her fingers massaging his scalp. He growled softly again and shifted his weight on the bed. Smirking, Bulma allowed her fingers to wander down over his jaw, stroking the hard line of bone. Her fingertips then stroked over the column of his throat and over across his shoulders.

"Woman, are you trying to seduce me?" Vegeta said, his voice low and husky. Bulma shivered, his voice always did that to her. Grinning evilly, Bulma leaned over, her silk covered breasts pressed to Vegeta's back as her lips brushed his ear. She felt him stiffen.

"If I was, 'Geta, you wouldn't still be sitting up." She said, nipping his earlobe between her teeth. That earned a growl from him. " You're so tense, been training too hard, again. Here, let me help." With that she leaned back and started to massage his shoulders. She felt him relax slightly, his hands still on her thighs, gripping her flesh gently in his hands. Smirking, she leaned over again." Lay down and I'll do this properly."

Vegeta looked back at her, his eyes smoldering. He then stood up, his hands coming down to the towel wrapped around him. She reached up, stopping his hands."Leave that on." Lifting a brow, Vegeta shrugged and then lid down on the bed on his stomach. Bulma gave his back and cloth covered backside a good once over. Hmm, how did she ever get so lucky? She walked over to her dresser and grabbed a bottle of massage oil from it. It was of a sandalwood scent that he liked. Making her way back to the bed, she got up and straddled Vegeta's lower back, sitting down on his firm backside. He grunted as she opened the bottle and poured some of the oil onto her hands. Warming it, she then placed her hands on his back and started the massage. She had to work her fingers deeply into his muscles, so thickly layered as they were, a few groans escaping from her mate's mouth. His arms went up to fold around his head, his head pillowed on them. Grinned, as she started at his broad shoulders. This was the one time she could talk and he wouldn't complain about her being a chatterbox.

"You know, Vegeta, I saw how that woman looked at Trunks today, that Redd woman. It's like she has it out for him or something. I've never heard of her. Do you think she's just gunning for him because he's a Briefs? That she wants to get at him because he's rich or something?" Bulma asked, as she made her way down his back, stroking his spine. That got a barely suppressed moan

from him. Bulma had found out that not only was Vegeta's tail nub sensitive, his whole spine was too. Her rubbed her thumbs along the vertebrae, Vegeta's hips shifting under her. She chuckled softly. She was getting to her hot blooded mate.

"Woman, do you want an answer or do you want me to throw you down onto this bed and ravish you? " Came his muffled reply, his head tilting slightly. Grinning, she stopped playing with his spine and went back to kneading his sides. He sighed and then was quiet for a moment." I think that woman wants to fight Trunks because she knows he's a strong fighter. She wants to beat a strong warrior to prove herself. That and I think she's lusting over him."

Bulma stopped her massage and thought about it. Trunks was only sixteen, a mature sixteen but sixteen none the less. She frowned and continued her massage. She wasn't a naive little girl, she knew of Trunks growing interest in the opposite sex, of course, seeing who is father was, it was hard to think he wasn't interested. She didn't know if Trunks had..'sealed the deal' with anyone yet. Shrugged and continued her massage, returning her attention back to her mate. A wicked grin curled on her lips and her fingers drifted lower on his back. His hips lifted as her fingers brushed the raised bump on his lower spine.

"You're teasing me, Woman." Vegeta said, his voice gruff, a growl curling from his throat. Lifting a brow, Bulma raised her arms and undid her roble. Shifting, she pulled it off, leaving her bare. She knew she still had a good body. Grinning, she leaned down till her bare nipples brushed against his back. A loud vibrating growl came from him.

"No Vegeta, now, I'm teasing you." She said, whispering in his ear. She moved down a bit and then tugged at the towel. Vegeta lifted his hips, allowing her to rip the towel off of him. She tossed it aside and then view the masterpiece. She had to admit, her mate had a fine ass. Smirking, she leaned down and nipped one of his cheeks. He jumped visibly and then ground his hips into the bed. She looked up to see his hands clenched into the pillows, arms standing out in relief. He was letting her play. Interesting, but she wasn't in much of a mood to be the aggressor tonight."Hmmm, Vegeta?"

He grunted and turned slightly, looking at her, black eyes blazing, eyes hooded. She shivered. Motioned for him to turn, which he did, displaying himself for her. She was nearly eye level with his shaft, long and engorged, he was so primed. She mentally checked the date. She blushed when she realized he was going through the beginnings of his heat cycle. He had told her about them before and they came around like clockwork, only every few months to a year when Trunks was born, but now it happened every month, on the dot for a period of a few days. It was like the longer they were mates, the more he would want her. Grinning, she reached out and gave the head of his shaft a soft flick with her tongue . He groaned, his hips lifting slightly. He was just laying there, waiting, letting her have her fun. She sighed, the breath playing over his manhood, causing him to growl. Time to end the torment. She looked up at him, right in the eyes, bright blue to dark heated black.

"Vegeta... fuck me." She said in a breathy whisper. It didn't take him long to pounce and have her in his arms. She squealed, his lips coming down to claim hers in a passion filled kiss. He devoured her mouth, tasting her, drawing her tongue out to battle with his. One of his hands settled on her left breast, the other cupping her hip, drawing her up to press against him. At times like these, he was mindless, needing to feel her body, to feel her around him. The need to take and please his mate was foremost on his mind. She had come to know that , while in his heats, Vegeta was his truest self. She sighed into the kiss, his lips pulling away only to come down on her throat, trailing kisses down the slender column.

She moaned, pushing her hips up to his, feeling the hot, heavy part of him press to her lower belly. She rocked her hips, earning a growl from above her. His mouth moved from her throat down to her breasts, lovingly nuzzling those mounds of flesh, teeth nibbling on them. Finally his lips latched onto one of her nipples and sucked. Bulma moaned as the hand that covered the un-sucked breast started to massage it, the thumb rubbing over the nipple. He was grinding down on her, his shaft rubbing across the tiny triangle of blue curls and over her slick lips. He growled around her nipple, his hips moving in a slow, agonizing rhythm. He needed some relief. She could tell he was painfully aroused, but that he was resisting the urge to just take her, he wanted to pleasure her first.

He shifted his mouth, moving it to the other nipple, favoring the twin with his fingers. She never felt more alive then when he touched her, it was like she could feel electricity spark everywhere his hands skimmed her flesh. She tangled her fingers in his hair, a soft gasp escaping her mouth as he bit her nipple. She thrust her breast up to his mouth, her nails digging into his scalp. His heat translated to her, she felt like him, needing his body, needing him, inside her, thrusting in and out, healing the ache, needed him there, calling her name, whispering words in saya to her. It was like they could both hear the beat of an age old drum, driving their bodies to the peak of frenzy.

His mouth left her breast only for his hand to replace it. Both of his hands were now molding her breasts, pinching and rubbing her now sensitive nipples. He made his way down, licking her stomach, nipping her navel before darting his tongue within. She sighed, lifting her hips, silently begging for more. She knew he would give it to her. Gasping, her felt the points of his teeth at her hipbone as he nipped the flesh there then licked the small hurt. With his hands remaining at her breasts, keeping them aroused, every brush of his thumb to her nipple sending a shot of pleasure to her core, he nuzzled her thighs further open with his chin as he drifted down her body.

She could feel his hot breath stir the soft blue curls on her mound. Hearing him take a deep breath, breathing in her scent, she flushed. That animalistic side of him always got her hot. She could feel his shaft grow harder against her leg as he took in her scent. The smell of her was fuel to his growing fire. A growl issued forth from his throat as he buried his head between her legs, his tongue rasping out to flick across her wet lips and the tiny nubbin hidden within them. Her hips jerked, and her hands made their way out of his hair to fall over his own hands. Her nails bit into the flesh on the back of his hands. She always was more wired when he was in heat, it was like his triggered her own.

"Oh, Dende, Vegeta, please... I need you." Bulma whispered, her flesh on fire, the blood racing in her veins. She could feel his smirk as he slowly moved up on her. His hands moving down to her waist as the weight of his body, spread her legs wide. She wrapped them around his hips, hooking her ankles. She could feel the heavy weight of him settle between her thighs, pressed to her honeyed lips.

He growled and she knew he couldn't hold back any longer then now. He latched his mouth onto her shoulder and positioned himself. In one swift thrust, he was inside her, filling her up. They both groaned at the feel. They had made love frequently over the span of their relationship but every time felt like the first to them. He ground his hips against hers. She knew that signal. He couldn't hold on, he need release. The heat had gotten to him. She tightened her legs around his hips, her own signal that it was alright and then she hung on for the ride.

She could feel his teeth grip her flesh and he nipped her shoulder and started to thrust within her. Her hands moved up and played with his back, stroking up and down his spine. Groaning against her flesh, his pace increased, his stomach rubbing hers, flesh sliding against flesh. She was wet and ready for him, the strokes of his shaft across her inner walls sparking her own pleasure. She moaned with it, giving a little needy moan with each thrust, spurring him on. He angled his hips as he thrust, pulling all new sensations through her body.

Her nails scored his back and his thrusts got faster and deeper, a growl starting to vibrate from his throat. His flesh felt heated, feverish. One of his hands stayed at her hips, keeping them in place as he thrust the other moved up to manipulate a nipple, twisting and tugging it. She gasped, feeling a quicksilver climax coming on. He could feel it to and then leaned up, hands leaving her, bracing himself with said hands on either side of her. With that leverage, he pounded her with deep hard strokes, tugging at something deep within her. She could feel the pleasure starting to spiral and coil, twisting tighter and tighter. Her breathy moans and his growls filled the air as did their scent, hot and exciting. She could feel within every inch of her being how much he wanted her, how much he needed her.

She arched her back, thrusting her breasts and hips up, meeting his thrusts with her own. They were both mindless, lost in each other. That's when it all came crashing down upon them. She let out a scream as her body tensed, the coil of pleasure snapping, filling her body with warmth and electricity. Her inner walls clamped down on him like a vise, triggering his own orgasm. Vegeta threw his head back and howled, every muscle standing out in relief, the soft light of the room laying shadows on his body. Pleasure filled them and they were one.

After a while, she could feel his heavy weight lay upon her. Bulma accepted it gladly, stroking his shivering shoulders, his tense jaw, smoothing out his hair. His hips gently rocked against hers in the aftershocks. She then heard that low rumbling growl, his purr. It vibrated against her chest from his. She giggled which caused him to lift his head slightly and look at her, his eyes half lidded and intense.

"That's not the reaction I was expecting, Woman." He scowled and then placed tender kisses on her collarbone and over the swells of her breasts. She smiled and rubbed his shoulders. Her eyes started to drift closed when she felt a sharp bite to her left nipple. Gasping, her eyes snapped open to looked down into heated black ones. Vegeta flexed his hips. Bulma gasped again. He was still hard. She shouldn't be surprised. When he was going through his heats, his stamina increased. This was going to be a long night.

Smirking, he slowly pulled out of her, causing them both to groan. His fingers gently brushed over her wet lips, a tender gesture. He was checking to see if she was alright. She smiled softly at him and then felt his arms wrap around her waist. Suddenly, she was flipped over onto her stomach. She left his hands wander up and down her back, then cupping her ass, his fingers kneading into the fleshy mounds. She could feel that spark of pleasure igniting within her lower belly again, she still tingled from her climax. His hand went under her hips and lifted them up so that her ass stuck up in the air. A groan issued from Vegeta's throat. She was wide open in front of him, vulnerable. Pillowing her head on her arms, she let her back bow, pushing her as up even more, inviting, her wet sex open to his view. That earned her a nice soft slap on the ass. Gasping, his wiggled her hips, enticing him.

Bulma felt him shift behind her, siting up on his knees, the tip of his hard shaft skimming over the open lips over her womanhood. She moaned, hips tilting, silently begging. Grinning, Vegeta grasped her hips in his hands and then slowly pushed his shaft into his woman's warmth. Groaning at the feel of it, he closed his eyes, his head tilting back just slightly. Once he was fully seated within her, he slowly started to flex his hips, his thrusts short and shallow, barely coming out an inch before thrusting back in. It was a rhythm that teased her, made her beg to be fucked hard.

Her fingers gripped the pillow. He was teasing her. Slowly building the fire back up within her. He traced her spine with one of his fingers, slowly, lovingly, caressing her back, smoothing over her shoulders, pushing her hair away to view her bare back entirely. He leaned over, hips still flexing and placed small kisses up her spine causing her to shiver. The position put his shaft in contact with her g-spot. She moaned with every short sharp thrust, the tip of his shaft in constant motion across that spot of pleasure.

Suddenly, he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up as he sat back, bringing her up to sit on his lap, her legs spread wide on ether side of his thighs, still fully impaled on his shaft. Bulma gasped as gravity made his length sink deeper into her. Her back was pressed to his chest, her ass cupped in the cradle of his pelvis and stomach. Even with her back to him, she felt exposed, wide open to view. Bulma felt his chin rest on her shoulder, his lips nuzzle her throat. She tilted her head as on of his hand flattened on her stomach and then other reached up to grasp at her right breast. She reached above her, wrapping her arms around his throat, pushing her breasts up. She rested her head on his shoulder as he slowly started to lift her up and bring her back down onto his length. It was a slow, unhurried lovemaking as compared to their first coupling this night.

She felt his lips plant soft kisses over her shoulder and up her throat, his teeth finding her earlobe and nipping it. He whispered words to her, his voice dark and raspy, enticing, plucking the tightening string of pleasure within her, making her shiver. They were in his native tongue , but she had heard them often so she knew what they meant. He told her how she felt around him, how warm she was, how sweet she smelt, how tight she was, how he would never have enough of her. Those guttural words made her tremble.

Her fingers threaded into his hair as he increased the speed of her hips, using just the hand at her lower stomach to move her. She let her hips become loose, letting them move how he wanted them to. Slowly, he brought them to an increasing peak of pleasure. Soft moans and grunts echoed in their room, the whispered panting from the both of them. His breath danced across her ear, stirring tendrils of her hair. Bulma could pick out the slight hitch there was in his breathing, how the soft panting increased, the slight edge of a moan on it. He would whisper to her as their love making began to become faster. She closed her eyes and she felt like there was no one else but them in the entire universe. Her climax wasn't a fast approaching one, she could feel it building, slowly ,her whole body warming.

Bulma then felt his hand on her stomach, slowly drift downwards. Her hips arched when his skillful fingers found the tiny nubbin hidden within the slick folds. Gasping, her hips rocked faster, his fingers playing with her clit, making her moving, rubbing that sensitive flesh against the tips of his fingers. As she rocked, his stomach rubbed against her ass and lower back, the ribbed , toned flesh slick now with sweat. She could feel the muscles of his thighs bunch under her legs as he flexed his hips upwards. As the pace increased, it became so that she was being rocked up and down visibly. Vegeta's breath hissed between his clenched teeth. He held out, waiting for her, driving her towards her second orgasm this night.

Bulma felt pounded, lifting up and down on his hard shaft faster and faster, her g-spot being rubbed over and over and over again. Her whole body slowly tensed as the long awaited orgasm washed over her. Her nails sunk into her mate's scalp, she ground down on him, snapping her hips back and forth. A keening cry escaped her mouth as wave after wave of bliss past through her.Dimly she could hear his hoarse growl by her ear and felt sharply his teeth sinking into her shoulder blade as he followed her, his whole body tight. His hips still rocked upwards, sharply but they slowly as he came down from his high.

Panting she felt back against him, unable to keep herself up. Her hands came down from around his neck to rest on his shaking thighs. Bulma could feel Vegeta's tongue drag across the wound he made in her shoulder, lapping at it, tending to it. She felt the slight pain leave the wound. Bulma had discovered that Sayjins had a anaesthetic in their saliva, neutralizing pain. She sighed, feeling the tremors run through his body. His strong arms wrapped around her and then shifted her, still keeping his length buried within her. She moved them so that they lay down, spooned, one of her legs over his. Vegeta nuzzled her throat and shoulder, his arms and hands possessively holding her to him.

Bulma sighed and knew that while this was it for the time being, this night was far from over. She snugled back into her warm mate. They lay there, uncovered, letting the cool air from an open window brush over them. When her mind came back to her, she lay there and listened to the even rhythm of Vegeta's breathing. At moments like these, in heats, he would like to talk usually, to stay awake with her till another one of his horny moods took over. Smirking , she turned her head slightly, think of something that had happened today.

"I got a call from one of the stockholders today. He wants me to help one of his friends get used to the city. She doesn't know anyone here. So she coming over for supper tomorrow." She said, the smirk still on her lips."Want to know who it is?"

She heard a grunt from behind her and grinned. Pinching his forearm, knowing that did little to hurt him, she went on.

"It's the woman from the tournament, Redd. Can you believe it?" Bulma said, shifting in his arms, the action causing his length to shift as well. Both sighed softly as she snuggled deeper into his arms. " At first I didn't want to do it, but it would help us find out more about this girl."

Another grunt issued from Vegeta as his hands started to rub her stomach gently. "You know, that might be interesting. I saw how the brat looked at that woman. He's due for his first heat around now...."

Bulma turned her head and looked at him, lifting a brow." Vegeta, you're not thinking that..." He shrugged and managed to push her head back around, his nose buried in her hair. He took and deep breath, taking in her scent and then released the breath in a soft growl.

"All I'm saying, Woman, is it's about time that boy learned to become a man and there's nothing wrong in that woman teaching him. She's strong , a fighter and they seem to have similar personalities. One would think you would be happy for him to have a ......'girlfriend'." Vegeta's voice stumbled over that unfamiliar word, disliking the sound of it. Before Bulma could protest, Vegeta pressed a kiss to her neck and silenced her, " now, stop worrying over the boy, if this was Vegetasei, he would have already been made a man by now. Let him find his own way. Besides , you should worry about getting a bit of sleep because I'm not done with you this night."

Bulma shivered, his voice taking a very husky, possessive sound. Sighing she snuggled back against him and closed her eyes. That was how they rested, wrapped together, bathed in soft light and cool air.

To be continued....

Bulma sighed