Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Closer ❯ Unwelcome ( Chapter 14 )
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By: Vegeta-Sugar-Sweet 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.20.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 971 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.20.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 971 | Status: Work In Progress
I don't own it—you know the drill
In the comforting balance between being asleep and awake, Vegeta basked in heaven. The night before had been perfect. Her body was taut and her curves were absolutely mesmerizing. Her femininity had been untouched by anyone other than himself. He nearly smiled with the thought that he would be her only lover forever more. The blue haired one was his...or at least she would be when the ceremony was complete.
Reaching out, he sensed she was not next to him. He was not worried Well, not really. She would not go far. Cracking open an eye, Vegeta began to focus on the images in the alcove. Outside of their makeshift bed was a pebble strewn path to the opening, allowing light to shine through. It was just before sunrise and the light was dim but visible at the entrance. It was here he found his prize. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders in azure waves. Her profile was relaxed and he found a bit of a smile dancing upon her lips.
“Enjoying the view, my Prince?” she said.
“How...”
“...did I know you were looking?” Bulma finished. “Your Ki rose just enough to tingle my skin. It blanketed me in a warmth that made me feel safe.” She turned, looked at him, and blushed. “And loved.”
Vegeta sniffed and propped himself upon his elbows. “A Saiyan speaks not of such things, Onna.”
Quirking an eyebrow and crossing her arms across her flushed, naked breasts, Bulma strode back to her lover. Crawling like a cat, she stretched her torso up to Vegeta's well defined stomach. She kissed and nibbled her way down to his reacting manhood.
“I would never ask you to speak about such things, when actions say all I wish to know.” said Bulma.
She ran her tongue over the sensitive flesh, earning a groan and an urging thrust from the Prince. She nibbled the skin both fore and aft while massing Vegeta's heavy sacs.
The tip of his member leaked sweet fluid, meeting Bulma's ready tongue. She lapped the stream to its source while Vegeta's body trembled.
“Woman,” he rasped clinching his hands into fists.
Looking at his pained expression, she knew what he wanted. Holding him in her soft hands, she licked her ruby lips and lowered her mouth over the quivering muscle. Vegeta was astounded by the sensation. He bowed his back and fisted the pallet beneath him. “GODS!” Vegeta gritted though his teeth. He had never been pleased so well. It was heaven and hell...it was perfect.
Swiftly and deftly she worked the unit into a frenzy. Claiming his manhood over and over with her talented tongue, luscious lips, and welcoming mouth.
The powerful saiyan was in a battle he could not win. Bulma knew he was close and went to put an end to his misery. She opened her throat and engulfed him into the constricting area. “AHHHH!!” Vegeta screamed, open-mouthed and getting louder. He spurted his thick load down the back of Bulma's throat, relishing in the ecstasy bestowed upon him by this – no his woman.
When she had milked him of his essence and released him, Bulma reclaimed her position upon Vegeta's body and nuzzeled her lover's ear. “See my Prince, that is love.”
Grace's disheveled appearance was shocking to say the least. Her makeup was smeared so badly that she was unrecognizable. Her intricately styled hair had lost its beautiful shine and curl long ago. She tore at her face and drew her own blood as she stewed in her despair.
She had been openly rebuffed by the man she had trained whole her life to wed, to bed, and bare the future leadership of this planet. It was her destiny. HERS! And that fucking off-world WHORE has placed her Prince under her freakishly weak spell.
Grace tore her dress to tatters and stepped into the bathing pool, angrily dismissed the lowly help, and submerged herself into the water of the oversized area. She stayed under until she felt her lungs would burst. She shot up, breaking the surface with her face. She had to find a way to regain control of the situation and get this bitch out of the way. Would she sell her soul? No, she had to get someone to do this task to keep her free of scandal.
“My Lady?” whispered a fearful handmaiden.
“What is it you piece of filth?! I told you I was not to be disturbed!”
Gulping, the servant continued. “The King requests your presence on the space dock”
“At this hour?”
“You are to be at his side as he greets the ship landing from Chykiuu-sei.”
“What about the Prince? Can he not participate in this menial task instead of me?” she scoffed.
The servant lowered her head and said as quietly as she could, “He is not on the premises, Lady Grace. He has not been seen since the evening meal.”
Rage bloomed across Grace's once calming face. “Find him, do you hear me? I want to know his whereabouts within the hour. If you come back with no information, I will waste no time tearing your insides OUT!!!” she shouted at the wincing servant. Without waiting to be dismissed the maiden bolted from the room, anxious to be away from the pissed off, wannabe princess.
Gathering herself Grace left her bath, stomping into her room to comply with the King's 'request'. Donning a tight black AE suit with a modest cleavage cut, she had to admit that she looked good. She put on her boots and bound her hair in a twist. After applying some light makeup and gloss, she left with amazing speed to get to the dock.
Upon arriving she was met with the King of all Saiyans, who was pacing. He looked angry. “Girl,” he snapped. “when I send for you, I expect not to be kept waiting. Defy me again at your own peril, are we clear?”
He stared her down, conferring the thought that he was not to be fucked with at this time. He wasn't really angry with her, it was the situation. He did not want to allow this Yamcha person on his planet, upsetting his son. But in order to keep up with niceties, he was given clearance to land.
“We are clear, my King. Deepest apologies my Lord if I...”
“Oh, do shut up.” he interrupted, “I have had enough of your boot-licking and the day has just started.”
Turning, the King approached the newly landed ship, still irritated. He felt a small prick in the back of his brain. His son was on his way...and not alone. The King rubbed his head in preparation. The hell that was about to commence.
Yamcha was glad to be off the ship. Being on a ship for a week with hardly anyone to talk to was disturbing. There were a couple of beings that tried to contact him, and one that even spoke Standard, but no one of interest. Technology was not his thing anyway. He needed a hot long shower, a home cooked meal, and Bulma in his bed.
Bulma. Oh, Bulma. Gods had he screwed that up and chased her away to the forsaken land. He had to get Bulma and go home. This was no place for her. Everywhere he looked reminded him of blood or war. It was disgusting. Looking down he viewed what he assumed to be the King and a Princess. He approached the pair, with questions right on the tip of his tongue concerning the whereabouts of his beloved, when he was stopped in his tracks.
Descending toward the group was a man with Bulma in his arms. This barbarian was touching his fiance. What the FUCK?!
Prince Vegeta floated down with his precious cargo. They had spent the last few hours worshiping each other and expressing their love through fantastic, sensational actions. As they grew closer to the dock, Bulma's eyes grew wide. She began to shake and shiver. Perplexed, Vegeta bent to ask his soon to be mate what the trouble was, but then he spotted it. It was him. The one who chased her from her home and broke her spirit. The one to which he owed a genuine, one-of-a-kind ass-whipping.
Bulma was hyperventilating as they touched down. No, he cannot be here! She was happy and he will take that away again. He would crush her and twist my heart until she was dead.
Vegeta thought Bulma would pass out. She was white as a sheet and her eyes were rolling. He had to stop this and give her the strength to stand up for herself and their love.
“No, Onna! Breathe slowly or you will faint.” He grabbed her arms and shook her a bit to bring her back to the present, to now, to him.
Bulma forced herself to slow down and look Vegeta in the face. It was beset with a pained expression. It was small and unnoticeable to the untrained eye, but she picked it up. She had to reign herself in and erase that look from Vegeta's visage. She breathed with him as she had done a few hours before, remembering the love he had shown her from inside his soul. That couldn't be taken by some asshole who got his rocks off by belittling her.
With renewed vigor she slid her hands up Vegeta's powerful biceps and nodded. He would want her to face this and conquer it. For their love, she would do this.
Grace looked thoroughly scandalized. How dare the Prince show up with that, that, thing in his arms!
Yamcha looked as mad as a hatter. His mouth twisted in a deep frown at what he had witnessed. “Hey buddy, what the FUCK do you think you are doing with my fiance, eh?” he shouted red-faced. The King had him by the throat in milliseconds. “You dare to set foot on my planet and speak to royalty in such a manner, boy! It may do your planet better if I kill you now and send you back in pieces,” he growled at the now purple faced stranger.
“King Vegeta!” Bulma yelled as she sprinted over to the men, shoving past Grace in the process. “My Lord please allow me this one favor. I beg your indulgence. Please do not kill Yamcha for this slight, he meant to harm.”
“Let it go old man. No offense should be considered from such an obvious weakling,” said Prince Vegeta from the background, arms folded and stance wide.
The King noticed something in his son's voice that gave him pause. As if he wanted to force the unavoidable confrontation. The King growled again into the face of Yamcha then released his hold and stalked away. Yamcha crumpled to the ground gasping, spitting, and coughing. Bulma felt sorry for him. He had come a long way to get his heart handed back to him. She shook her head sadly and offered her hand to her former boyfriend.
Yamcha grasped the hand as if it were a lifeline. He looked up into eyes that were as blue as sapphires. He'd seen them a thousand times, and every time they were still a stunning sight. This was the first time, however, that love was not evident in them at all.
“Are you alright?” Bulma asked
Yamcha smirked and tried pulling Bulma in for a tight embrace. “Babe, you know I've had worse.” he said. Bulma braced her arms against his chest before he could wrap his arms around her body. “I am pleased that you are alright, really I am, but you know we are-- what we were---it's over.”
Yamcha blanched and tightened his grip on Bulma. He knew his job would be tough, but after a few romantic evenings she would be back in his arms—no problem. “Babe, I know our last night was upsetting, but we will make it work, just like we always have.” Bulma broke the hold with impressive strength and turned her back on the man. “I'm sorry you came all this way for nothing, Yamcha.”
“Not for nothing, Babe, for you. I love you.” Yamcha said with as much sincerity as he could muster. Never turning around, Bulma walked away into the palace. She needed some space to breathe.
Vegeta watched the scene with wrapped attention. It took all he had not to rip the limbs off the bumbling idiot who dared touch what was his. She had to do this on her own in order for her to heal and she would belong to him completely. Whilst intensely watching the altercation, Grace offered a laugh.
“Love is grand, is it not, my Prince?” giggled Grace as she slipped along side the object of her desire.
“Would it not be wonderful if Brenda got back together with her fiance and enjoyed a happy life on her home planet?” she needled. She leaned in and sniffed the surly saiyan. “Her scent is all over you, my Prince. Have as much fun as you wish, but our joining is in two weeks. This foreign virus should have run its course by then. Our people would not take kindly to you being cuckolded by an ignorant concubine.” Grace said smugly.
Vegeta turned his head to meet Grace's eye, and raised his Ki slowly. The power was coming off him in waves and began to push against his former fiance. Then his eyes flashed to a frightening aquamarine and he began to bare his teeth. Grace's mouth hung open in a silent scream as Vegeta powered down. Turning his back Vegeta stated, “Yes there will be a joining in two weeks, but not with you—with HER. Her name is Bulma and she will be mine.”
In the comforting balance between being asleep and awake, Vegeta basked in heaven. The night before had been perfect. Her body was taut and her curves were absolutely mesmerizing. Her femininity had been untouched by anyone other than himself. He nearly smiled with the thought that he would be her only lover forever more. The blue haired one was his...or at least she would be when the ceremony was complete.
Reaching out, he sensed she was not next to him. He was not worried Well, not really. She would not go far. Cracking open an eye, Vegeta began to focus on the images in the alcove. Outside of their makeshift bed was a pebble strewn path to the opening, allowing light to shine through. It was just before sunrise and the light was dim but visible at the entrance. It was here he found his prize. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders in azure waves. Her profile was relaxed and he found a bit of a smile dancing upon her lips.
“Enjoying the view, my Prince?” she said.
“How...”
“...did I know you were looking?” Bulma finished. “Your Ki rose just enough to tingle my skin. It blanketed me in a warmth that made me feel safe.” She turned, looked at him, and blushed. “And loved.”
Vegeta sniffed and propped himself upon his elbows. “A Saiyan speaks not of such things, Onna.”
Quirking an eyebrow and crossing her arms across her flushed, naked breasts, Bulma strode back to her lover. Crawling like a cat, she stretched her torso up to Vegeta's well defined stomach. She kissed and nibbled her way down to his reacting manhood.
“I would never ask you to speak about such things, when actions say all I wish to know.” said Bulma.
She ran her tongue over the sensitive flesh, earning a groan and an urging thrust from the Prince. She nibbled the skin both fore and aft while massing Vegeta's heavy sacs.
The tip of his member leaked sweet fluid, meeting Bulma's ready tongue. She lapped the stream to its source while Vegeta's body trembled.
“Woman,” he rasped clinching his hands into fists.
Looking at his pained expression, she knew what he wanted. Holding him in her soft hands, she licked her ruby lips and lowered her mouth over the quivering muscle. Vegeta was astounded by the sensation. He bowed his back and fisted the pallet beneath him. “GODS!” Vegeta gritted though his teeth. He had never been pleased so well. It was heaven and hell...it was perfect.
Swiftly and deftly she worked the unit into a frenzy. Claiming his manhood over and over with her talented tongue, luscious lips, and welcoming mouth.
The powerful saiyan was in a battle he could not win. Bulma knew he was close and went to put an end to his misery. She opened her throat and engulfed him into the constricting area. “AHHHH!!” Vegeta screamed, open-mouthed and getting louder. He spurted his thick load down the back of Bulma's throat, relishing in the ecstasy bestowed upon him by this – no his woman.
When she had milked him of his essence and released him, Bulma reclaimed her position upon Vegeta's body and nuzzeled her lover's ear. “See my Prince, that is love.”
Grace's disheveled appearance was shocking to say the least. Her makeup was smeared so badly that she was unrecognizable. Her intricately styled hair had lost its beautiful shine and curl long ago. She tore at her face and drew her own blood as she stewed in her despair.
She had been openly rebuffed by the man she had trained whole her life to wed, to bed, and bare the future leadership of this planet. It was her destiny. HERS! And that fucking off-world WHORE has placed her Prince under her freakishly weak spell.
Grace tore her dress to tatters and stepped into the bathing pool, angrily dismissed the lowly help, and submerged herself into the water of the oversized area. She stayed under until she felt her lungs would burst. She shot up, breaking the surface with her face. She had to find a way to regain control of the situation and get this bitch out of the way. Would she sell her soul? No, she had to get someone to do this task to keep her free of scandal.
“My Lady?” whispered a fearful handmaiden.
“What is it you piece of filth?! I told you I was not to be disturbed!”
Gulping, the servant continued. “The King requests your presence on the space dock”
“At this hour?”
“You are to be at his side as he greets the ship landing from Chykiuu-sei.”
“What about the Prince? Can he not participate in this menial task instead of me?” she scoffed.
The servant lowered her head and said as quietly as she could, “He is not on the premises, Lady Grace. He has not been seen since the evening meal.”
Rage bloomed across Grace's once calming face. “Find him, do you hear me? I want to know his whereabouts within the hour. If you come back with no information, I will waste no time tearing your insides OUT!!!” she shouted at the wincing servant. Without waiting to be dismissed the maiden bolted from the room, anxious to be away from the pissed off, wannabe princess.
Gathering herself Grace left her bath, stomping into her room to comply with the King's 'request'. Donning a tight black AE suit with a modest cleavage cut, she had to admit that she looked good. She put on her boots and bound her hair in a twist. After applying some light makeup and gloss, she left with amazing speed to get to the dock.
Upon arriving she was met with the King of all Saiyans, who was pacing. He looked angry. “Girl,” he snapped. “when I send for you, I expect not to be kept waiting. Defy me again at your own peril, are we clear?”
He stared her down, conferring the thought that he was not to be fucked with at this time. He wasn't really angry with her, it was the situation. He did not want to allow this Yamcha person on his planet, upsetting his son. But in order to keep up with niceties, he was given clearance to land.
“We are clear, my King. Deepest apologies my Lord if I...”
“Oh, do shut up.” he interrupted, “I have had enough of your boot-licking and the day has just started.”
Turning, the King approached the newly landed ship, still irritated. He felt a small prick in the back of his brain. His son was on his way...and not alone. The King rubbed his head in preparation. The hell that was about to commence.
Yamcha was glad to be off the ship. Being on a ship for a week with hardly anyone to talk to was disturbing. There were a couple of beings that tried to contact him, and one that even spoke Standard, but no one of interest. Technology was not his thing anyway. He needed a hot long shower, a home cooked meal, and Bulma in his bed.
Bulma. Oh, Bulma. Gods had he screwed that up and chased her away to the forsaken land. He had to get Bulma and go home. This was no place for her. Everywhere he looked reminded him of blood or war. It was disgusting. Looking down he viewed what he assumed to be the King and a Princess. He approached the pair, with questions right on the tip of his tongue concerning the whereabouts of his beloved, when he was stopped in his tracks.
Descending toward the group was a man with Bulma in his arms. This barbarian was touching his fiance. What the FUCK?!
Prince Vegeta floated down with his precious cargo. They had spent the last few hours worshiping each other and expressing their love through fantastic, sensational actions. As they grew closer to the dock, Bulma's eyes grew wide. She began to shake and shiver. Perplexed, Vegeta bent to ask his soon to be mate what the trouble was, but then he spotted it. It was him. The one who chased her from her home and broke her spirit. The one to which he owed a genuine, one-of-a-kind ass-whipping.
Bulma was hyperventilating as they touched down. No, he cannot be here! She was happy and he will take that away again. He would crush her and twist my heart until she was dead.
Vegeta thought Bulma would pass out. She was white as a sheet and her eyes were rolling. He had to stop this and give her the strength to stand up for herself and their love.
“No, Onna! Breathe slowly or you will faint.” He grabbed her arms and shook her a bit to bring her back to the present, to now, to him.
Bulma forced herself to slow down and look Vegeta in the face. It was beset with a pained expression. It was small and unnoticeable to the untrained eye, but she picked it up. She had to reign herself in and erase that look from Vegeta's visage. She breathed with him as she had done a few hours before, remembering the love he had shown her from inside his soul. That couldn't be taken by some asshole who got his rocks off by belittling her.
With renewed vigor she slid her hands up Vegeta's powerful biceps and nodded. He would want her to face this and conquer it. For their love, she would do this.
Grace looked thoroughly scandalized. How dare the Prince show up with that, that, thing in his arms!
Yamcha looked as mad as a hatter. His mouth twisted in a deep frown at what he had witnessed. “Hey buddy, what the FUCK do you think you are doing with my fiance, eh?” he shouted red-faced. The King had him by the throat in milliseconds. “You dare to set foot on my planet and speak to royalty in such a manner, boy! It may do your planet better if I kill you now and send you back in pieces,” he growled at the now purple faced stranger.
“King Vegeta!” Bulma yelled as she sprinted over to the men, shoving past Grace in the process. “My Lord please allow me this one favor. I beg your indulgence. Please do not kill Yamcha for this slight, he meant to harm.”
“Let it go old man. No offense should be considered from such an obvious weakling,” said Prince Vegeta from the background, arms folded and stance wide.
The King noticed something in his son's voice that gave him pause. As if he wanted to force the unavoidable confrontation. The King growled again into the face of Yamcha then released his hold and stalked away. Yamcha crumpled to the ground gasping, spitting, and coughing. Bulma felt sorry for him. He had come a long way to get his heart handed back to him. She shook her head sadly and offered her hand to her former boyfriend.
Yamcha grasped the hand as if it were a lifeline. He looked up into eyes that were as blue as sapphires. He'd seen them a thousand times, and every time they were still a stunning sight. This was the first time, however, that love was not evident in them at all.
“Are you alright?” Bulma asked
Yamcha smirked and tried pulling Bulma in for a tight embrace. “Babe, you know I've had worse.” he said. Bulma braced her arms against his chest before he could wrap his arms around her body. “I am pleased that you are alright, really I am, but you know we are-- what we were---it's over.”
Yamcha blanched and tightened his grip on Bulma. He knew his job would be tough, but after a few romantic evenings she would be back in his arms—no problem. “Babe, I know our last night was upsetting, but we will make it work, just like we always have.” Bulma broke the hold with impressive strength and turned her back on the man. “I'm sorry you came all this way for nothing, Yamcha.”
“Not for nothing, Babe, for you. I love you.” Yamcha said with as much sincerity as he could muster. Never turning around, Bulma walked away into the palace. She needed some space to breathe.
Vegeta watched the scene with wrapped attention. It took all he had not to rip the limbs off the bumbling idiot who dared touch what was his. She had to do this on her own in order for her to heal and she would belong to him completely. Whilst intensely watching the altercation, Grace offered a laugh.
“Love is grand, is it not, my Prince?” giggled Grace as she slipped along side the object of her desire.
“Would it not be wonderful if Brenda got back together with her fiance and enjoyed a happy life on her home planet?” she needled. She leaned in and sniffed the surly saiyan. “Her scent is all over you, my Prince. Have as much fun as you wish, but our joining is in two weeks. This foreign virus should have run its course by then. Our people would not take kindly to you being cuckolded by an ignorant concubine.” Grace said smugly.
Vegeta turned his head to meet Grace's eye, and raised his Ki slowly. The power was coming off him in waves and began to push against his former fiance. Then his eyes flashed to a frightening aquamarine and he began to bare his teeth. Grace's mouth hung open in a silent scream as Vegeta powered down. Turning his back Vegeta stated, “Yes there will be a joining in two weeks, but not with you—with HER. Her name is Bulma and she will be mine.”