Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Butterflies & Hurricanes ❯ Chapter 7
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By: Froglady15 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Drama / Hentai / Romance / Suspense / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.16.2016 | Pages: 5 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 308 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Drama / Hentai / Romance / Suspense / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.16.2016 | Pages: 5 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 308 | Status: Work In Progress
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Chapter 7
Vegeta walked aimlessly around the palace for almost an hour. He thought on everything that had happened since the last time he had been here; the heated arguments with his father, leaving and finding Bulma alive after thinking her dead all that time.
He thought on how different his life would have been had Frieza not sent him on the mission to Bellatrix to see who was causing issues there. Would he have ever found Bulma? Would he have destroyed Frieza by now he wondered? Probably not. From what he had figured out in the last week his father would have more than likely never had any intention of getting rid of Frieza or the Cold Empire. It angered him. How could his father just be happy to simply continue to go along with Frieza and King Cold’s wishes? They were tyrants, only out for their own interests. They didn’t give a shit about Vegeta-sei or the Saiyan race; so long as the Saiyans stayed in line and continued to work for them, doing all of their dirty work. Here they had a chance to break free from that and become their own independent race of warriors to do as they wished; good or bad and his father was hesitating. It didn’t make sense to him!
He brushed those thoughts to the side, seeing as he was only becoming agitated again over it. He thought back on Bulma. Maybe she was right, maybe he should have told her. On the other hand, what did it matter? He could not have lived his life with her and not bonded to her. The overwhelming need and desire for it would have one day pulled him into this same scenario anyway. He truthfully hadn’t thought much on what would happen when she was gone. Some of her statements in their argument were ringing through his mind now. While harsh, some of them were valid concerns.
Would he resent her down the road for not being able to live as long as him?
He hoped not. The rational side of his mind agreeing that since this was not something she could help, how could he resent her for succumbing to the short falls of her own genetic makeup? However, he knew that she may be right. For now he wouldn’t resent her but he might begin to later on, slowly as she began to age and slow down and he would not. He had never even thought of that before this evening; in his mind Bulma was his equal in every way that mattered. She was strong mentally and emotionally; that she wasn’t physically his equal didn’t bother him all that much, only when it came to her safety and not being able to fend for herself in the event of a physical altercation. But what was the point now, he thought bitterly? What was the point of the strongest heart if she would begin to fall apart within a matter of a few decades from now? It wasn’t fair, he reasoned. He had not taken the time to consider that possibility. There were so many things he had not thought of until now and it angered him.
After wandering around for some time, Vegeta found himself out in one of the many palace courtyards. It was smaller than some of the others, but spacious with trees and a small pond. Lots of rocks and a small garden of brightly colored and exotic scented flowers his mother used to keep. She used to spend hours out here from what he could remember. He sat down on a bench near by the small pond and let his mind wander. He needed the space and peace and quiet to get his thoughts in order before returning back to Bulma. He did not want to waste his energy fighting with her or end up saying something even more hurtful in his heated state that he could not take back. She did not deserve that.
He was angry.
He knew he was angry, but could not pinpoint where all this anger was coming from; it wasn’t aimed in any particular direction, but he was angry all the same and did not know how to properly address it.
He supposed he was angry at his father for behaving the way he had been since he returned with Bulma and Trunks. He wasn’t surprised by his father’s behavior in the least, but that still did not make it okay. He was angry that his father had upset Bulma so much this evening. If his father wanted someone to be angry at or to lay a guilt trip on, then it should be him. Not Bulma. He could not believe that his father had offered to pay her off to leave him. He wasn’t surprised, but he was still angry over it. He was thankful that Bulma wasn’t easily bought. He knew she would never leave him, he trusted her and knew that she was loyal to almost a fault when it came to him. However, the way he had treated her as of late, he wouldn’t blame her if she had taken his father up on the offer. He had been pushing Bulma away, not intentionally, but he still knew he was doing it. For the most part she had been really good at giving him his space to work through things but it was beginning to wear on her and he knew that wasn’t fair to her. She had every right to have said everything that she had to him this evening. None of this was her fault, yet he had been lashing out at her and taking it out on her as though it was.
Vegeta knew it wasn’t fair, but he was angry for letting Bulma talk him into bringing her here. He had known that to be a bad idea. There was nothing for her to do here. Or at least nothing until he was sure that no one would cause her any harm. He understood her frustration. She was very independent and not one to be content lazing about for the remainder of her life. He knew that. However, he had also warned her that it was not safe for her to be here on her own. She knew he valued her safety above all else, so why was she making such a big deal over him being adamant on her being careful? He was busy. He did not have time to escort her around all day. She knew that; he had warned her about that. He told himself to not be angry with her over that, but he could not help it.
He was however angry with her over her reaction this evening. Again, he knew he shouldn’t be, but he was. He understood her reasons for being upset, he would probably feel the same if the roles were reversed. He would not want her to put herself in a position to end her life over him; but what had pushed him was when she’d said that she wished they didn’t have the bond. That was what had made him angry. Once again, he understood her point of view but that didn’t make him less upset at her for ripping into him over it. He was angry at her for being angry with him; he was doing the best he could, which apparently was not good enough and this brought him back to his anger on allowing her to convince him to bring them with him in the first place. He had known this would be difficult and so it was proving to be even harder than he had initially thought.
Above all else, he was angry at himself. Returning here had not been wise and he couldn’t just pack up Bulma and Trunks to leave and pick up where they had left off. He didn’t know what to do. He wanted to get on with his life, this is where he belonged; but Bulma wasn’t happy. Neither was he if he was really honest with himself. Things had been so much easier when it had been just the two of them. They had been happy; but despite all that, he had just felt that he was missing something in his life. So he decided to return home and brought Bulma and Trunks with him knowing it was not a good idea. Truth be told, he could not imagine his life without them in it.
Was it so much for him to ask to want both his mate and son in his life and to want to take his place where he belonged? He didn’t think it was so bad, but already one week here he was having difficulty finding a way to balance both. Things were quickly spiraling out of control. He knew he was almost unbearable to be around these past few days. He had been neglectful of both Bulma and Trunks. In his inability to know how to handle it all, he distanced himself and knew that was the wrong thing to do, yet he did it anyway.
He also knew his behavior towards his father was unreasonable at best but he didn’t know how else to be with him? The man was impossible.
Vegeta snarled and buried his head in his hands as these thoughts just continued on and on, scrolling through his mind. The anger, doubt, second guessing and self-belittlement doing nothing but make him feel like he was nothing more than a failure. He did not want to lose Bulma or spend their life here constantly bickering like they had been. Tonight was supposed to be a joyous occasion. Not only because his father had announced his return, but because it was the first night since they’d had Trunks that they could be alone, together just like it had been before. When Kakarott had told him that his parents had volunteered to care for Trunks for the evening, he had made every intention of making this a nice evening for the two of them.
Bulma had certainly made the effort. She had looked nothing less than stunning and he had never been more proud or content to have her at his side. Instead, he had spent the entire evening being miserable and being angry at Bulma over everything. What was he even doing here, he wondered to himself? They had a whole evening together to themselves being that they didn’t need to pick up Trunks until later on in the morning and here he was sitting by himself outside, contemplating all the reasons he was so angry at the universe instead of making the most out of the rare alone time he and Bulma had. He could be enjoying himself with her right now, but instead he had stormed out in anger and now here he was, feeling worse than he had when he had left her there in their room.
He decided he had wasted enough time this evening. None of this was her fault and now that he had calmed down somewhat, he decided to head back. Hopefully she would still have him.
It did not take him long to make it back to his quarters.
He shrugged out of his clothing and made his way to bed where she was already asleep curled up on her side. He crawled in and carefully wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to him so that they were spooning. She stirred at being moved and sleepily laced her fingers with his hand under her waist. “Woman,” he whispered into her ear, wanting her to wake up.
“Hmm?” she mumbled back, still half asleep.
“I am sorry,” he said against her ear.
“I know,” she said. “So am I.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he said, rubbing her side up and down and back again gently with his free hand.
“I know,” she snickered as she felt his tail brush up the inside of her thigh. “But I still shouldn’t have said some of the things that I did; I over reacted.”
He buried his face in the back of her neck as he kissed and nipped her gently from her neck to her jawline, inhaling her scent as he went. She sighed as his hand dipped in between her legs, gently caressing her as he let his hands roam and explore her body as though it was their first time all over again. She arched her hips against him lazily, teasing his already erect member. He loved waking her up this way; touching and teasing her body as she slept and slowly woke up, turned on and wanting him.
They would usually spend a while just touching and caressing each other slowly, taking their time until their need built up into such a frenzy that neither one of them could stand it any longer and then gave into each other completely. The frustration and need for completion making the release so amazing; nothing could compare to it.
Her breath hitched sharply as he brushed his fingers lightly against her clit. He then inserted a finger inside her slowly and she stretched her body so that it lay parallel with his, giving him easier access to play with her. As his fingers pleasured her, she reached back behind her to grip him, but he took her hand away and placed it back in front of her on the bed so that he could solely concentrate on her. His tail took up where his hand had left off, brushing its way teasingly at her entrance.
He did not pleasure her very often with his tail, but he knew she loved it when he did. He let it brush along her clit a few times before inserting just the tip of it inside of her, eliciting an appreciative moan of surprise at the intrusion and arched her hips back against his.
“You like that?” he growled in her ear, his own arousal throbbing, but he wanted her to reach completion first before seeking out pleasure for himself. This was something he had never done with her. He had teased her with his tail on occasion, but never used it quite in this way before like this.
She nodded and moaned a sound that he took to be affirmative. He let her hand go as he brought it back between her legs, stroking her clit slowly again as his tail inched its way just a little further into her before he pulled it out and then penetrated her again, slowly.
Bulma turned her face back towards him, catching his lips and kissed him as he continued his pleasurable assault on her body; loving every moment of it. As she felt her climax building quickly inside her, she managed to reach up behind her and run her fingers through his hair. She gasped as she felt him inch his tail into her just a little deeper this time. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded, biting her lower lip and tipped her head back, exposing the length of her neck to him.
She cried out as she came, trembling against him as the weaves of pleasure enveloped her entire being from the inside out. As soon as she could, she awkwardly turned herself around in his arms, facing him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing her body completely flush against his. “I’m sorry for being angry, Vegeta.” she murmured into his neck as she kissed him everywhere and clung to him as he wrapped his tail firmly around her waist, keeping her close.
“Forget about it,” he replied, pushing against her so that he was on top of her. She hitched a leg around his hip as he sunk himself deeply into her, kissing her within an inch of her life. He did not want to discuss things anymore or dwell on losing her.
She moaned quietly into his mouth, kissing him back hungrily; she was still upset at him over things, now that she was fully awake and had returned to her senses, but she needed him.
He broke their kiss as he pulled out of her slowly,only the tip of his member inside her. Resting his forehead against hers,locking eyes with her in an intense stare down,finally slid back into her at an almost agonizingly slow pace.
She sighed as he filled her up and looked right back at him. She knew he was still upset with her too for the way she had reacted this evening.She supposed they had both reached a stale mate on the issue seeing as there was nothing that could be done about it now; she was upset at him for not telling her things and for selling himself short just to be with her and he was angry with her for being angry about it. It wasn’t something they could work through or resolve now that they were mated and bonded so why fight about it she reasoned? More than anything she didn’t want this to drive a wedge between them.
He didn't move for a moment; just savored the feel of her, the tightness and warmth between her thighs drawing him in. He knew he would never tire of her, no matter how many times they did this or old she would become. He would always want her.
He pulled out of her again, slowly and then drove back into her a little faster, causing her to cry out in pleasure as his member touched her insides at just the right angle.
Vegeta smirked at her, knowing he was hitting her at just the right spot and knowing she would want him to quicken his pace in order to bring her to her peak again quickly; he knew her body that well, but he wanted to make her wait. they had arrived on Vegeta-sei their intimate time, while revived thanks to Bardock and the shot he had given her to prevent pregnancy, had been clumsy and rushed. They had not engaged in foreplay. They had kept their encounters quick and rushed to get fulfillment because he was either too tired from training and meetings or Trunks would wake up and interrupt them. So they had only focused on quick gratification and release.
Now that they had an evening free to themselves without Trunks and without possible interruptions, they decided to make the most of it.
He continued to rock his hips slowly into and out of her, making love to her the way he knew she liked it; he was in no hurry and neither was she. He only wanted to lose himself in the mind numbing pleasure that never failed to envelop his senses during their coupling.
That was just what they did. They put all other matters on hold and only focused on each other. Tomorrow would be here soon enough and they would once again be faced with the realities of life.
Chapter 7
Vegeta walked aimlessly around the palace for almost an hour. He thought on everything that had happened since the last time he had been here; the heated arguments with his father, leaving and finding Bulma alive after thinking her dead all that time.
He thought on how different his life would have been had Frieza not sent him on the mission to Bellatrix to see who was causing issues there. Would he have ever found Bulma? Would he have destroyed Frieza by now he wondered? Probably not. From what he had figured out in the last week his father would have more than likely never had any intention of getting rid of Frieza or the Cold Empire. It angered him. How could his father just be happy to simply continue to go along with Frieza and King Cold’s wishes? They were tyrants, only out for their own interests. They didn’t give a shit about Vegeta-sei or the Saiyan race; so long as the Saiyans stayed in line and continued to work for them, doing all of their dirty work. Here they had a chance to break free from that and become their own independent race of warriors to do as they wished; good or bad and his father was hesitating. It didn’t make sense to him!
He brushed those thoughts to the side, seeing as he was only becoming agitated again over it. He thought back on Bulma. Maybe she was right, maybe he should have told her. On the other hand, what did it matter? He could not have lived his life with her and not bonded to her. The overwhelming need and desire for it would have one day pulled him into this same scenario anyway. He truthfully hadn’t thought much on what would happen when she was gone. Some of her statements in their argument were ringing through his mind now. While harsh, some of them were valid concerns.
Would he resent her down the road for not being able to live as long as him?
He hoped not. The rational side of his mind agreeing that since this was not something she could help, how could he resent her for succumbing to the short falls of her own genetic makeup? However, he knew that she may be right. For now he wouldn’t resent her but he might begin to later on, slowly as she began to age and slow down and he would not. He had never even thought of that before this evening; in his mind Bulma was his equal in every way that mattered. She was strong mentally and emotionally; that she wasn’t physically his equal didn’t bother him all that much, only when it came to her safety and not being able to fend for herself in the event of a physical altercation. But what was the point now, he thought bitterly? What was the point of the strongest heart if she would begin to fall apart within a matter of a few decades from now? It wasn’t fair, he reasoned. He had not taken the time to consider that possibility. There were so many things he had not thought of until now and it angered him.
After wandering around for some time, Vegeta found himself out in one of the many palace courtyards. It was smaller than some of the others, but spacious with trees and a small pond. Lots of rocks and a small garden of brightly colored and exotic scented flowers his mother used to keep. She used to spend hours out here from what he could remember. He sat down on a bench near by the small pond and let his mind wander. He needed the space and peace and quiet to get his thoughts in order before returning back to Bulma. He did not want to waste his energy fighting with her or end up saying something even more hurtful in his heated state that he could not take back. She did not deserve that.
He was angry.
He knew he was angry, but could not pinpoint where all this anger was coming from; it wasn’t aimed in any particular direction, but he was angry all the same and did not know how to properly address it.
He supposed he was angry at his father for behaving the way he had been since he returned with Bulma and Trunks. He wasn’t surprised by his father’s behavior in the least, but that still did not make it okay. He was angry that his father had upset Bulma so much this evening. If his father wanted someone to be angry at or to lay a guilt trip on, then it should be him. Not Bulma. He could not believe that his father had offered to pay her off to leave him. He wasn’t surprised, but he was still angry over it. He was thankful that Bulma wasn’t easily bought. He knew she would never leave him, he trusted her and knew that she was loyal to almost a fault when it came to him. However, the way he had treated her as of late, he wouldn’t blame her if she had taken his father up on the offer. He had been pushing Bulma away, not intentionally, but he still knew he was doing it. For the most part she had been really good at giving him his space to work through things but it was beginning to wear on her and he knew that wasn’t fair to her. She had every right to have said everything that she had to him this evening. None of this was her fault, yet he had been lashing out at her and taking it out on her as though it was.
Vegeta knew it wasn’t fair, but he was angry for letting Bulma talk him into bringing her here. He had known that to be a bad idea. There was nothing for her to do here. Or at least nothing until he was sure that no one would cause her any harm. He understood her frustration. She was very independent and not one to be content lazing about for the remainder of her life. He knew that. However, he had also warned her that it was not safe for her to be here on her own. She knew he valued her safety above all else, so why was she making such a big deal over him being adamant on her being careful? He was busy. He did not have time to escort her around all day. She knew that; he had warned her about that. He told himself to not be angry with her over that, but he could not help it.
He was however angry with her over her reaction this evening. Again, he knew he shouldn’t be, but he was. He understood her reasons for being upset, he would probably feel the same if the roles were reversed. He would not want her to put herself in a position to end her life over him; but what had pushed him was when she’d said that she wished they didn’t have the bond. That was what had made him angry. Once again, he understood her point of view but that didn’t make him less upset at her for ripping into him over it. He was angry at her for being angry with him; he was doing the best he could, which apparently was not good enough and this brought him back to his anger on allowing her to convince him to bring them with him in the first place. He had known this would be difficult and so it was proving to be even harder than he had initially thought.
Above all else, he was angry at himself. Returning here had not been wise and he couldn’t just pack up Bulma and Trunks to leave and pick up where they had left off. He didn’t know what to do. He wanted to get on with his life, this is where he belonged; but Bulma wasn’t happy. Neither was he if he was really honest with himself. Things had been so much easier when it had been just the two of them. They had been happy; but despite all that, he had just felt that he was missing something in his life. So he decided to return home and brought Bulma and Trunks with him knowing it was not a good idea. Truth be told, he could not imagine his life without them in it.
Was it so much for him to ask to want both his mate and son in his life and to want to take his place where he belonged? He didn’t think it was so bad, but already one week here he was having difficulty finding a way to balance both. Things were quickly spiraling out of control. He knew he was almost unbearable to be around these past few days. He had been neglectful of both Bulma and Trunks. In his inability to know how to handle it all, he distanced himself and knew that was the wrong thing to do, yet he did it anyway.
He also knew his behavior towards his father was unreasonable at best but he didn’t know how else to be with him? The man was impossible.
Vegeta snarled and buried his head in his hands as these thoughts just continued on and on, scrolling through his mind. The anger, doubt, second guessing and self-belittlement doing nothing but make him feel like he was nothing more than a failure. He did not want to lose Bulma or spend their life here constantly bickering like they had been. Tonight was supposed to be a joyous occasion. Not only because his father had announced his return, but because it was the first night since they’d had Trunks that they could be alone, together just like it had been before. When Kakarott had told him that his parents had volunteered to care for Trunks for the evening, he had made every intention of making this a nice evening for the two of them.
Bulma had certainly made the effort. She had looked nothing less than stunning and he had never been more proud or content to have her at his side. Instead, he had spent the entire evening being miserable and being angry at Bulma over everything. What was he even doing here, he wondered to himself? They had a whole evening together to themselves being that they didn’t need to pick up Trunks until later on in the morning and here he was sitting by himself outside, contemplating all the reasons he was so angry at the universe instead of making the most out of the rare alone time he and Bulma had. He could be enjoying himself with her right now, but instead he had stormed out in anger and now here he was, feeling worse than he had when he had left her there in their room.
He decided he had wasted enough time this evening. None of this was her fault and now that he had calmed down somewhat, he decided to head back. Hopefully she would still have him.
It did not take him long to make it back to his quarters.
He shrugged out of his clothing and made his way to bed where she was already asleep curled up on her side. He crawled in and carefully wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to him so that they were spooning. She stirred at being moved and sleepily laced her fingers with his hand under her waist. “Woman,” he whispered into her ear, wanting her to wake up.
“Hmm?” she mumbled back, still half asleep.
“I am sorry,” he said against her ear.
“I know,” she said. “So am I.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he said, rubbing her side up and down and back again gently with his free hand.
“I know,” she snickered as she felt his tail brush up the inside of her thigh. “But I still shouldn’t have said some of the things that I did; I over reacted.”
He buried his face in the back of her neck as he kissed and nipped her gently from her neck to her jawline, inhaling her scent as he went. She sighed as his hand dipped in between her legs, gently caressing her as he let his hands roam and explore her body as though it was their first time all over again. She arched her hips against him lazily, teasing his already erect member. He loved waking her up this way; touching and teasing her body as she slept and slowly woke up, turned on and wanting him.
They would usually spend a while just touching and caressing each other slowly, taking their time until their need built up into such a frenzy that neither one of them could stand it any longer and then gave into each other completely. The frustration and need for completion making the release so amazing; nothing could compare to it.
Her breath hitched sharply as he brushed his fingers lightly against her clit. He then inserted a finger inside her slowly and she stretched her body so that it lay parallel with his, giving him easier access to play with her. As his fingers pleasured her, she reached back behind her to grip him, but he took her hand away and placed it back in front of her on the bed so that he could solely concentrate on her. His tail took up where his hand had left off, brushing its way teasingly at her entrance.
He did not pleasure her very often with his tail, but he knew she loved it when he did. He let it brush along her clit a few times before inserting just the tip of it inside of her, eliciting an appreciative moan of surprise at the intrusion and arched her hips back against his.
“You like that?” he growled in her ear, his own arousal throbbing, but he wanted her to reach completion first before seeking out pleasure for himself. This was something he had never done with her. He had teased her with his tail on occasion, but never used it quite in this way before like this.
She nodded and moaned a sound that he took to be affirmative. He let her hand go as he brought it back between her legs, stroking her clit slowly again as his tail inched its way just a little further into her before he pulled it out and then penetrated her again, slowly.
Bulma turned her face back towards him, catching his lips and kissed him as he continued his pleasurable assault on her body; loving every moment of it. As she felt her climax building quickly inside her, she managed to reach up behind her and run her fingers through his hair. She gasped as she felt him inch his tail into her just a little deeper this time. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded, biting her lower lip and tipped her head back, exposing the length of her neck to him.
She cried out as she came, trembling against him as the weaves of pleasure enveloped her entire being from the inside out. As soon as she could, she awkwardly turned herself around in his arms, facing him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing her body completely flush against his. “I’m sorry for being angry, Vegeta.” she murmured into his neck as she kissed him everywhere and clung to him as he wrapped his tail firmly around her waist, keeping her close.
“Forget about it,” he replied, pushing against her so that he was on top of her. She hitched a leg around his hip as he sunk himself deeply into her, kissing her within an inch of her life. He did not want to discuss things anymore or dwell on losing her.
She moaned quietly into his mouth, kissing him back hungrily; she was still upset at him over things, now that she was fully awake and had returned to her senses, but she needed him.
He broke their kiss as he pulled out of her slowly,only the tip of his member inside her. Resting his forehead against hers,locking eyes with her in an intense stare down,finally slid back into her at an almost agonizingly slow pace.
She sighed as he filled her up and looked right back at him. She knew he was still upset with her too for the way she had reacted this evening.She supposed they had both reached a stale mate on the issue seeing as there was nothing that could be done about it now; she was upset at him for not telling her things and for selling himself short just to be with her and he was angry with her for being angry about it. It wasn’t something they could work through or resolve now that they were mated and bonded so why fight about it she reasoned? More than anything she didn’t want this to drive a wedge between them.
He didn't move for a moment; just savored the feel of her, the tightness and warmth between her thighs drawing him in. He knew he would never tire of her, no matter how many times they did this or old she would become. He would always want her.
He pulled out of her again, slowly and then drove back into her a little faster, causing her to cry out in pleasure as his member touched her insides at just the right angle.
Vegeta smirked at her, knowing he was hitting her at just the right spot and knowing she would want him to quicken his pace in order to bring her to her peak again quickly; he knew her body that well, but he wanted to make her wait. they had arrived on Vegeta-sei their intimate time, while revived thanks to Bardock and the shot he had given her to prevent pregnancy, had been clumsy and rushed. They had not engaged in foreplay. They had kept their encounters quick and rushed to get fulfillment because he was either too tired from training and meetings or Trunks would wake up and interrupt them. So they had only focused on quick gratification and release.
Now that they had an evening free to themselves without Trunks and without possible interruptions, they decided to make the most of it.
He continued to rock his hips slowly into and out of her, making love to her the way he knew she liked it; he was in no hurry and neither was she. He only wanted to lose himself in the mind numbing pleasure that never failed to envelop his senses during their coupling.
That was just what they did. They put all other matters on hold and only focused on each other. Tomorrow would be here soon enough and they would once again be faced with the realities of life.