Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Closer ❯ Taken Together ( Chapter 13 )

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Bulma enjoyed the feel of the flight and her physical proximity to this man. For days, he had been her guide through the dark depression that had settled upon her soul. She was grateful for their sessions but took great care to keep them in perspective. They were nothing more than a sort of mentoring and she should not get emotionally involved. However, trying to convince herself of that while held against the Prince was a tough feat indeed.

Vegeta had to concentrate on the task at hand and not the angel in his arms. It took every ounce of his legendary control not to stop and take her right here in the air. He began to descend onto red sand that met the clearest blue water any eyes had ever beheld. Bulma could not even form words to describe the splendor of the beach and the small alcove it held. Setting down on the land, Vegeta had to remember to let her go or he would have gone on holding the female.

Folding his arms, Vegeta faced the female. “Why did you not tell me you wanted to learn from me, Woman?” he questioned.

Bulma flinched. He almost sounded as if he were offended. “Prince Vegeta, I did not want to take any more of your time. You have already mentored me through proper meditation; I had no right to make additional requests.

“Your artificial image of me does not offer you the benefit of correction of technique.” He stepped close to Bulma and posed her in the last stance correctly. “In order for katas to be effective, they must be done perfectly.” Vegeta's hand was still grasping Bulma's arm. He felt her pulse race as he began to adjust her body through different positions.

Her eyes were downcast. She was afraid to look up because if she did she would fall into his arms and kiss him madly. She tried her best to attend to the poses but her mind wondered back to his perfect form, the way his muscles rippled, the way he moved; swiftly and gracefully.

The Prince was no fool. He detected the change in the air. She wanted him. He was pleased for he had to be sure she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He was tired of dancing around the subject and with that baka on his way; he had to move and now was as good a time as any.

Vegeta took Bulma's chin and tipped it up to look directly into his eyes. “Woman,” he purred, “do you want me?” She could not turn away from his steel grasp no matter how she tried. Scenarios and questions ran through and flitted through her mind. Should she lie? Is it too soon? Why does he want to know?

“Answer me,” he demanded. He saw her distress playing across her face. He wanted the truth, in words and out loud.

Bulma's tongue got away from her before she could think.

“Where in the universe do you get off ordering me to do anything you selfish prick? I will have you know that I will not be bullied and I will thank you to take your over developed arms from around my body and back the fuck up!!” Bulma's chest was heaving. God had that felt good. How long had she been holding back and eating herself alive with the strain? She seemed to forget she had just insulted one of the most dangerous men in the galaxy but the thought slowly dawned on her. Her hands flew to her mouth out of fear that some other vulgar speech would escape.

Vegeta looked upon his prize with something nearing awe. That fire in her burned with so much heat and passion, it made him want her more if that were even possible. Inhaling through flared nostrils, Vegeta closed his eyes and centered himself. He then inclined his head close to the woman's, so close that their foreheads touched.

“Woman, my pride, honor, and strength are the only things that I hold with any measurable deference. They define me,” he said in very measured tones. He was in full eye contact with the Onna daring her to look away as he said his peace. “I am laying them at your feet and offering myself as your mate. I will protect you and our brats and spend my life worshiping your perfect body. You will never need to fear that the courtship is fleeting. Saiyans mate for life. What I offer you is always and forever, even after death. I ask you for the final time, Woman do you want me?”

Bulma was in shock. Her hands had slipped from her mouth and became entwined under her wobbling chin. Her eyes were brimming with unshed tears, and a trace of doubt. How could he want her? Her eyes shut and her head turned away but a hand from Vegeta shot out to make her unable to hide from him. Stilling the woman with a stare that would stop any being, he assessed her. She was scared to death.

“Close your eyes, Woman”

“Wha- no..wait-- I don't ….”

“Woman, you try patience that I do not have. Do not defy me. Do as I have commanded….please”

Unable to do otherwise, Bulma fluttered her eyelids shut. Vegeta took his hand and stroked Bulma's soft cheek. He then pressed his forehead against hers.

“Breathe with me, one and together. Let me show you what I have revealed to no other.”

Bulma took the leap of faith and began to synchronize with the Saiyan Prince. Respiration and heartbeat of the couple came in one rhythm. Vegeta opened a link between his mind and Bulma's.

Through that link, she began to experience the depth of his feelings for her. How he felt from the very first time, he had laid eyes on her. She learned that their increased interactions during meditation sessions increased those feelings tenfold.

Oh, how he loved every inch of her and it made her feel complete. Bulma was filled with warmth and true devotion from the Prince. Vegeta poured into her how her beauty and brilliance held his heart captive and he would be damned if he would release her to anyone.

Yes, this is what she wanted, what she needed. She would be safe with him, loved by him, challenged by him, and fiercely defended by him.

Tentatively, Bulma reciprocated. Vegeta was surprised by the action. She was not supposed to be able to communicate telepathically. She allowed him to view her current state of mind and how grateful she was to him for aiding her in its repair.

Vegeta felt a swell of pride at the strength she gained from conquering her emotions. He knew his Onna was strong. His Onna? His—yes his Onna.

Bulma uncovered the feelings she had been burying for this man. Slowly, she let her love and desire burn a path through to Vegeta's mind. Coming in rolling waves, Vegeta was consumed with Bulma's unwavering adulation of him. Not only because of his well chiseled body, but his keen mind and steadfast sense of honor. Vegeta had never felt so revered in all his life. He was humbled by the fragile female, he never believed he would ever be worthy of her affections but he would not rest until he proved himself to her.

Vegeta's power began to react to Bulma's emotional invasion. His aura flickered from royal blue to gold off and on while the couple was connected. The change was in time with their beating hearts setting the cadence like a metronome.

Vegeta slowly closed the link and opened his teal blue eyes. He was absolutely in awe of this Chikyuu-jin. Feeling eyes on her, Bulma found the courage to look into the eyes of the man who loved her. She could not doubt what he had revealed to her. Now words were needed, he had already bore his soul to her.

Bulma stretched up and touched Vegeta's cheek with a shaky hand. She stroked the smooth, olive skin up into his white blond hair. Vegeta reveled in her touch. He groaned and leaned into her hand.

“Vegeta?” Bulma whispered

“Hmmm?”

“You're blond.”

“What?”

“Your hair, it's blond.”

Vegeta pulled himself from the loving touch of the creature and concentrated on his power.

`By the gods, I am he who was foretold. I am the Legendary.' Shock was written all over his face. He did not know what to do first, test his new power or worship the goddess in front of him.

“Are you Super Saiyan?”

Vegeta nodded. Smiling, Bulma reached up pulled him into a close embrace. “Good, I know that makes you happy.”

Vegeta responded to the hold with a firm hug of his own. He even allowed himself a small smile. Someone who was happy for him was very unusual on his planet but he was sure he could get used to this behavior. He buried his nose in her hair and inhaled. Her sweet scent intoxicated him and brought him back to his original mission.

Pulling back and placing his forehead atop Bulma's, Vegeta pressed on. “Woman, I require an answer.”

He still needed affirmation, aloud from her.

She looked intensely into his eyes and uttered, “Yes, I will be yours, Vegeta.”

Joy unlike Vegeta had ever experienced spread through his heart. He closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to hers.

They kissed in small pecks at first but the act escalated quickly. The pair knelt down on the warm, red sand, lost in each other. Vegeta had to hold himself back from ravaging his soon to be mate. He wanted to enjoy the taste of her sweet skin and luscious body.

He nipped and kissed down her neck, setting her skin ablaze. Bulma rubbed and massaged his back muscles, committing them to memory. She came upon his tail and was greeted with an immediate reaction. Upon her contact with the appendage, Vegeta ground himself into her roughly. She gasped, absolutely excited with the action. Over and over again, Bulma lightly touched his tail and was treated to even more aggressive kisses, bites, and pelvic thrusts.

Not wanting to end this before it even began Vegeta pins Bulma's hands above her head with one hand while making short work of her shirt with the other. Flicking a look into Bulma's eyes as if looking for permission and is pleased to view her very willing and waiting smile.

Vegeta laved one perfect, cherry-topped breast while his free hand massaged the other. This caused Bulma to arch her back as if she were trying to shove more of herself into his hungry mouth. She had never felt like this before and she wanted to make the best of this experience. Vegeta was lost in a world of her beautiful, perky breasts. He was sure the gods made them just for his taking and he silently thanked them for their work.

Licking a path down her belly, Vegeta made to do away with her shorts and footwear. Just as he began to remove her bottoms, Vegeta felt a hand on his arm.

“I..I..uh.. umm..—“Bulma stuttered, her face beat red from the embarrassment of being a virgin at her age.

Vegeta smirked. Watching her squirm even at this time was amusing to him.

“Woman, you have nothing to fear. I will be as gentle as a Saiyan is able during our coupling. Know this: before we are through you will have experienced more pleasure than any being should have a right to.”

Hearing those words removed the last trace of remaining doubt from her mind and she pushed off her shorts on her own. Taking in a breath, he took in her heady scent. It called to him, begging him to find the source and put out the fire burning within. Vegeta ran his hands up her toned thighs while kissing and licking his way to her pubic region. Bulma thought she would go insane at his careful pace. She wanted him and began to become insistent raising her hips and kneading his shoulders.

“Patience, little one,” he said into her burning skin. Truth be told, his erection was becoming painful but he knew not to rush. She must be made ready or she could be hurt during their interlude.

Taking his time, Vegeta stared at the glistening mound before him. The pouting lips of her womanhood beckoned him closer, inviting him in for a closer look. He made his way down to her lower blue curls and began to part her flesh. Her flower opened to him and delighted him with its luscious scent.

He licked and kissed her clitoris with the mastery of an experienced lover. Bolts of pleasure began to surge through Bulma's body. She dug her hands into Vegeta's hair, trying with all her might to push him deeper whilst lifting her hips. Vegeta laughed in his head. His Onna knew what she wanted but he still needed to assert control. With a bit of pressure, he arrested of her bucking hips by placing a firm hand on top of Bulma's flat stomach.

With his free hand, Vegeta entered her with one finger eliciting a long and low moan from Bulma. He built up his speed over time, driving Bulma crazy. She had never been pleased like this, ever! The speed and sensations were incredible…she would not be able to take much more. Biting her lip, she willed herself to last and enjoy the moment but her body had other plans. Rolling her eyes into the back of her head she screamed the name of her lover and welcomed wave after wave of absolute bliss crashing upon her heaving form. Vegeta enjoyed it every bit as she as he lapped up her juices like manna from heaven.

“Oh Vegeta, that was amazing.”

“Little one, that was the beginning,” smirked the Prince as he joined her face to face and…bottomless.

Bulma breathed in and steadied herself and he positioned himself between her creamy limbs. Vegeta rubbed his engorged member up and down her entrance, readying himself for entry.

Sensing her fear, even if it was slight, Vegeta made a point to catch Bulma's eye.

“Woman,” he said, “after this day you shall never suffer pain again by my hand. You will be my mate, my Queen. We will be one.” He then laid a gentle kiss upon her head, her nose, and both cheeks. Upon reaching her mouth, he engaged Bulma in a deep kiss while driving his first thrust into her. Tears sprang to her eyes and she screamed. Those screams were snuffed out by Vegeta's calculated kiss as the couple held still. While Vegeta lay motionless, buried inside her, he felt as if his member was gripped in a vice. He experienced his share of virgins, as `gifts' from dignitaries and the like, but he this Onna would test his legendary stamina. Vegeta waited for a nod from his love before he continued. First with slow and deep strokes to ensure all was well. Then we he felt her meet his stokes with upward thrusts, he increased the pace.

Bulma's breathing was erratic and she clung to Vegeta's back as if she were drowning and he was her only lifeline.

“Gods Woman…so tight….too tight…FUCK!” Vegeta breathed into Bulma's ear.

She barely heard him over her own screams. Every time he thrust into her, he ground his pelvic region into her giving her even more clitoral stimulation. She was overwhelmed and ready to come again. Her tightening walls were bringing Vegeta to his breaking point. A low growl began in his throat that turned into a roar as he finished. The sound was soon joined by Bulma's exaltations as she reached her second orgasm of the evening.

Breathing heavily, Vegeta kissed Bulma with all he had left as he rolled onto his back and pulled her close. Never before had coupling been so satisfying. He held her protectively with all the love a Saiyan could muster and looked into her eyes….well he tried but she was peacefully sleeping. Yawning, he joined her in slumber on the fine red beach with only his Ki to keep them warm.