Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Chocolate Ice Cream ❯ Drugged up... ( Chapter 9 )

A/N: First off, I wanna say I'm sorry about leaving y'all hanging so long. I've been freaking busy!!! Anyways, I'm gonna try and update a little more often now since I quit my stupid job. That said, here's the real A/N.

Okay, so we all know Vegeta had that dream about Goku and Trunks being SSJ and taunting him and such, but I really don't want to focus much on that, so we'll just say that last chapter, when Bulma was being all sweet and running her fingers through his hair, he was having that dream… And that's all I want to do with that whole sequence ^_^; Now, on to the fun!

Warning: VEGETA IS OOC!!! OOC ALERT!!! But it's okay, cause he's REALLY drugged up ^_^;

It had been three days, and Vegeta still remained asleep. Bulma was ever there, ever watchful, by his side. Yamcha had come over twice in the past 3 days, to check up on her, and make sure she was doing okay with the bedridden Saiyan Prince. She really had to hand it to him, he took the news of her feelings towards Vegeta quite well, actually. But is what he said true? Have I really fallen in love with him? Bulma sighed, considering the prone form in the bed next to her chair. She tried to rationalize her feelings, break them apart and examine them, but no such thing could be done. It was almost as if it were built into her to love him, instead of the kind of love that you imagine normally. Meeting someone, getting to know them, taking the plunge. It seemed like she'd done it all so backwards! How much did she really know about the stubborn Prince of Saiyans? A stirring from the bed jerked her from her reverie.

Vegeta felt so calm. It was almost ethereal, the feeling of total peace that was enveloping him. He knew he was supposed to be angry or upset about something, but he couldn't for the life of him remember what. He gazed around the room at his surroundings. Everything was white, and it seemed to have a warm glow around it. He tried to sit up to look around and see what else there was, but his body didn't want to cooperate.

Bulma moved from her seat to hover over Vegeta, who now seemed to be awake. She blinked, taken aback for a moment. He was smiling! Not the usual smirk or humorless evil grin he would often wear, but an honest to god happy smile was lighting up his face.

There was an angel above him. You mean after all I've done, I still got into heaven? That must be why he felt so peaceful and calm. He stared up at the angel, unable to make out her features, but taking notice of the beautiful aqua glow that surrounded the figure. He tried to reach out to it, but only managed to move his arm off the bed just a little.

He's definitely drugged up, I'll say that, thought Bulma. She smiled softly back at him, caressing his cheek, then moved over to the counter where all his drugs were kept. She began reading over the side effects. May cause Artificial Insemination… She blinked. "What the…?" She shook her head and continued on. May cause hallucinations, feelings of euphoria, loss of inhibitions, and heightened physical sensations. She chuckled, "I wouldn't mind taking some of that, myself," she muttered to herself. Well, this definitely explains it… She walked back over to the bed, where Vegeta was slowly regaining mobility in his hands and arms.

Vegeta looked up at his angel… Her face slowly came into focus. Why, she looked like… Like Bulma! Has she gone to heaven, too? He was too euphoric to consider the notion that being sent to heaven involves dying. Her fingertips grazed over his cheek and ear, sending a wonderful tingle down his neck and all the way down his back. His eyes drifted shut as he reached up to take hold of her hand. It feels so substantial. I hadn't imagined the afterlife being so solid and tangible… He opened his eyes again, looking up at her. The haze was beginning to clear a little, and he was starting to feel as if he could sit up. He tried to use her arm to brace himself and pull himself up, but only succeeded in pulling her down on top of him.

Bulma suddenly found herself lying on top of the Saiyan Prince… "Vegeta? What are you doing?"

Vegeta chuckled softly. "Oops… I was trying to sit up…" Wrapping an arm around her, he leaned closer to take in her scent with a low rumbling purr. "I think I like this better, though."

OOPS?! Jeez, he's WAY out of it… Her eyes widened slightly at his words. Was he making passes at her, even in this state? She squirmed a little, her hand sliding across his chest as she tried to push herself up. She was surprised to hear a soft moan from him. A wicked grin crossed her features. Why not have a little fun while he was in this mood of his… Come on, Bulma, that would be taking advantage of him! Quit thinking with your libido, her conscience yelled at her. It was quickly silenced, however, by Vegeta's mouth against her neck. Bulma gasped. "God, Vegeta…"

He chuckled again, sounding more devious this time. He knew what he wanted right now, and if this really was heaven, he'd get it. Weren't you supposed to get whatever you wished for in heaven? His hand traveled lower, squeezing her firm buttocks gently through her shorts. This, in addition to the gentle licking and kissing he was applying to her neck was enough to earn him a soft whimpering moan from the angel above him. He smiled against her neck. The sound was almost music to him. He began to suck at her neck, letting his teeth graze her skin in effort to coax more of those noises out of her.

Bulma was quickly being reduced to a melted pile of goo in his arms. She shuddered, attempting to regain some semblance of self control, but failing miserably. Finally succumbing to temptation, she pressed herself fully against him, catching him off guard by capturing his lips in a fevered kiss. After a brief period of shock, a deep rumbling purr resounded through his chest as Vegeta clutched her to him, kissing back for all he was worth, losing himself in the sensation of the moment.

After what seemed like an eternity, Bulma broke the kiss, regaining her conscience as she tried to regain her breath. No, no, this is wrong. If he were lucid right now he'd be pushing me off him. Remember the way he walked out on you that morning?! Bulma winced. I can't give in to him while he's in this state, if he remembers anything when he finally gets back to being the real Vegeta, he'll flip out for sure. For all I know, he probably HATES me… Bulma pushed herself up on her arms, trying to put a little distance between herself and the excruciatingly attractive Saiyan beneath her. "Um… Vegeta, I-"

He silenced her with a finger placed gently to her lips. Curiously, his eyes scanned her face, trailing slowly down to her neck, settling on the wound there. After a moment, he locked eyes with her again, chuckling softly. "Our souls were bound together, weren't they? That's why I ended up here with you…"

Bulma blinked. She was now thoroughly confused. "Here? What are you talking about?"

"Here… Heaven. I would never have gotten here on my own… It must be that we bonded before I died, and your purity brought me here."

"Bonded? What are you talking about?"

Vegeta tenderly brushed his fingers over the mark on her neck, sending a pleasant shiver through Bulma's body. "This mark. It is a bonding mark, one that, if returned, will link two mates to each other through eternity. Did I tell you nothing of this while I was alive?"

Okay, now keep the lying to a minimum. You don't want him even more pissed off at you when he finally comes back to himself… She simply shook her head.

Vegeta frowned. "It is odd. I have no recollection of how I died or how we bonded. In fact all I can remember is falling asleep after you and I… Mated for the first time." He blushed slightly at that very vivid memory.

Bulma couldn't quite stop her curiosity. "Vegeta… This bonding thing… The bite has to be returned in order for it to work, right?"

He nodded almost emphatically. "Yes, if it is not, the one who has marked but not been marked by the other will begin to experience withdrawal, coupled by an almost constant craving for the other. Eventually, they will either go mad or commit suicide…" He smiled softly. "But obviously that isn't the case with you and me."

Go mad or commit suicide?! Bulma tried to keep from wincing. Shit… I… I don't want him to die. I mean, I think I'm in love with him, right? But having our souls bound together for eternity?! I don't know if I can handle that!!! "Vegeta, look, I really hate to tell you this, but-"

"I know you must feel terrible about never knowing what the mark meant. I…. I'm…" I'm going to make it up to you the only way I know how…

Before she knew it, he had her locked in the most passionate embrace she could ever remember experiencing. But it was almost the complete opposite of what she had felt the night of their first "experience". Whereas that was filled with raw sexual passion, this was a slow, sensual, breath-taking need for one other. Her mind was hazy from the intensity of his kiss, his tongue seeming to find every sensitive place inside, on, or around her mouth. His fingers caressed her face and neck, breaking her will completely, making it impossible for her to think, to do what she had set out to do. There bodies were pressed so close together that they became of one, undulating against one another in the most primitive of rhythms.

His mouth moved slowly from hers down across her neck, seeking out the mark there. Slowly, he began lapping at it gently, this alone making a pure white wave of pleasure wash over Bulma's body. He furthered his ministrations, sucking softly, slowly increasing the intensity till she was writhing atop him, moaning incoherently. He began to move further down, prolonging the removal of her shirt to the point of torture, although completely unintentionally.

Bulma looked down to his face, about to yell at him to stop teasing, but was suddenly awestruck by the sheer open sincerity displayed there. She almost sighed, momentarily remembering why he was being this way. If only he could just keep taking these meds for the rest of his life… But then he wouldn't really be the Vegeta you fell in love with, right? She blinked. She really did love him. Truly. And boy, am I ever fucked because of that… The look on his face, the things he was doing to her body… She needed him so badly she was on the verge of tears. "V-vegeta," she managed to whisper out.

He looked up with that painful honesty in his eyes. "Yes?"

"Please," she tugged on his shoulders. "Please, I just need you. I just need you to be in me now, please."

With a distinct shudder and groan, he nodded. No words were needed as he rid her of her clothes, then himself of the flimsy boxers he was clothed in. Shifting so that he was lying above her, he gently wrapped her legs around his waist. No words were needed. He plunged into her depths, pausing at first to memorize the feel of it, the breath sucked from his lungs as she pushed up against him and cried out unintelligibly. Rocking and thrusting against each other, they clung to one another, trying to get as much skin-on-skin contact as possible. They were breathing as one, moving as one, gasping and moaning as one, getting as close to being one entity as was possible for them. Their hands sought out each others' as they held on for dear life. As their impassioned cries grew louder and more intense, Vegeta leaned down, capturing her mark with his skilled mouth, thrusting his tongue against it in time with the thrusting of his lower appendage into her cavernous heat. This alone almost sent her over the edge as she cried out, attempting to hold herself back. But just as she neared the apex, he sunk his teeth into the mark once more, only this time, there was no pain. Only an instant burst of pleasure so intense she feared it might rip her body apart. Since he already shared a semi-link with her, he felt nearly the same intensity of it as she felt, and they were both sent spiraling over the edge of the precipice, screaming out each others' names in pure ecstasy. Before she let herself be consumed by the void of unconsciousness, a silent tear slid its way down Bulma's cheek…

A/N: Whew… I hope it wasn't TOO bad… Anyways, what's gonna happen when they wake up?! I dunno, I'll just have to wait till I write the next chapter, won't I? Till then, Ja!