Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Closer ❯ Joining ( Chapter 18 )
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By: Vegeta-Sugar-Sweet 
Our pissed off Prince takes action to secure his future
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.13.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 793 | Status: Work In Progress
Our pissed off Prince takes action to secure his future
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.13.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 793 | Status: Work In Progress
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‘Yuck it is going to take forever to get this shit out of my hair’ Grace thought. She was already moody from the public humiliation she received the day before. She had to spend 14 hours in the tank to repair the broken bones in her hand as they were all crushed. Sadly, she continued to dry herself wishing she had just died.
Her door clicked open, startling her. It was odd because it was well known that no one entered without being invited into her dwelling.
“Do you have a death wish?” she stated firmly, as she faced the intruder, stark naked and ready to fight.
“No, my Lady. I’m just a man in love.”
Yamcha eyed the naked Saiyan. In the old days he would have tried to have her. Today was different. He had a duty to Bulma and he was not going to defile himself with some otherworld skank when he aimed to have a lifetime with the love of his life.
“What do you want human?” Grace said in her most annoyed tone, seemingly unfazed by the fact she was naked in front of this pitiful earthling. The last thing she needed to hear was his sickening sob story.
Yamcha shut the door, and approached Grace with the sleekness of a jaguar. He looked quite confident, almost smug, as he lowered his lips to Grace’s ear. She began to become annoyed but the hushed words slithering through her ear canal began to sing to her devious brain. Her frown slowly turned into a smile, then a grin. All was not lost, in fact the game had just begun….
King Vegeta was ready to vaporize anyone who came across his path, after having that long, tedious, and circular conversation with the council concerning Grace and Bulma’s qualifications to be the future Queen of the planet. He stalked the hallways looking left and right out of the corners of his dark eyes daring someone to disobey. ‘It’s times like these when a battle of epic proportions would clear my raging emotions’ he thought as he quicklt strode to the training room.
The council ,being an ignorant and xenophobic lot, were ready to give Grace another try or maybe even begin another search for a suitable Saiyan partner for the Prince. The King advocated Bulma not only for her genius, but her beauty, will, and strength. She had also shown mercy to that unworthy opponent Grace. That fact alone turned the councilmens’ stomachs to say the least. They saw Bulma’s sparing of Grace as weakness. She would bring that weakness into the royal bloodline, and that was impossible to fathom. To them the union was completely unacceptable. And so they were at an impasse that did not seem to be ending anytime soon.
Prince Vegeta was aware of the situation. Crotchety and disgusting old men, holding his future in their hands made him furious. He could think of nothing better than rending them all limb from limb, bloody useless pieces of filth. He was the Prince of this planet, not some second rate child that had to have permission to fuck! Vegeta growled to himself as he pulled on his AE suit. They obviously did not know who the hell they were dealing with. Pride bloomed in Vegeta’s soul. He would show them. The council could not and would not control him….
Bulma entered her room with a sense of accomplishment. She had been in lockdown for a few days as she programmed the Master level for the training unit. ‘This should be enough to knock the Prince on his stunning ass’ she mused. Slipping her lab coat from her slight shoulders, she was just removing her shoes when her eyes were covered from behind. Bulma stood ramrod straight and tried to think of the many ways she could resolve this situation and come out alive. Before she could make her move, a voice tickled her ear.
“Being locked away for so long must have dulled your senses, Onna.”
Bulma inhaled. That voice sent a shiver down her spine and goose bumps on her skin. A firm hand on her waist had asserted itself and pressed her to the chiseled form behind her.
“I-I-I wa-was working on something for you, my Prince,” she stammered.
He smiled against her supple skin. He then nibbled up from her shoulder to her neck while tightening his hold around her waist.
“Is that a fact, Onna? And here I thought you were avoiding me.”
Bulma blushed slightly. She still had been a bit afraid to face the temperamental Prince so the upgrade to the module had been a welcome distraction. Her heartbeat sped up just a tad and Vegeta detected a bit of fear coming from the woman. “Tsk, tsk little one. Afraid of me after all we have shared?” he teased.
“Vegeta what are we doing?” she said trying to regain some control.
Vegeta gritted his teeth. In a measured tone he said “I will not be told whom will be my Queen. I shall choose. Those who oppose me shall die a most memorable and painful death. You are the one I have chosen. By your own word you have accepted, and now we shall join.”
Bulma tried to pull his hand away from her eyes but was unsuccessful. “I don’t want you to do anything that would separate you from your people. Please think about this! I would rather never have you again than create a controversy.” Bulma was trying not to cry but her damned tears began to fall on Vegeta’s hand. She caressed the hand he had on her waist, praying he would see reason.
Vegeta closed his eyes and rested is head on Bulma’s. He projected his baritone voice into her mind. “My Onna. You would still sacrifice all, even your own happiness for others…for me. Can you not see why I have chosen you? No Onna, I will not settle for less. I will have you by my side.”
With that, they began to float into the bathing chamber. Vegeta closed the door with his foot while sending a ball of Ki from his fingertips to select places in the room. He removed his hand from Bulma’s eyes. She was shocked at what she saw. There were a few dozen candles lighting the area—very romantic for a guy who could kill you without using a fraction of his power. Lavender and white rose petals dictated a path to the bathing pool. The overly large pool was inviting them in to enjoy themselves, and who was she to say no.
Taking Bulma by the hand, Vegeta led her to the rim of the pool. He turned to her, looking her over. He wanted to see if she would run. The look in Bulma’s eyes told the tale. She loved him desperately and wanted to be his more than life itself.
Playfully she plucked at his AE suit. “That’s going to have to come off, buddy” her sweet voice projected across his mind. Wide eyed the Prince stared at his intended. “Don’t be so surprised, I figured it out after the first time. I am a genius, you know” she projected. Vegeta caught her by her chin and brought his lips to hers. “Yes I know, Onna. You are also a pain in the ass” said Vegeta’s voice dancing through her head. Bulma smirked as she knew that to be a fact as well.
Enjoying the well muscled arms of her lover she leaned into the kiss. It was deep and meaningful, not mindless and full of lust. Her hands slowly wound together into Vegeta’s hair. She massaged his scalp and pulled him closer. Vegeta allowed this, of course. Her sensual and subtle caresses were working him into frenzy that he had only experienced with her. Other women had been so forward, grabbing his cock or thrusting overly accentuated breasts in his direction. Yes it aroused him, but nothing compared to the overwhelming and absolute want he felt when he was with Bulma.
It felt as if the temperature in the room rose twenty degrees. The clothing was becoming a hindrance and had to be removed. Bulma pulled up the shirt of Vegeta’s suit to reveal his devastatingly well sculpted upper body. She licked her lips nervously and kissed Vegeta’s chest. A purr rumbled from his throat area as she continued down his chest to his abdomen. She repeatedly licked and kissed the muscle group much to her lover’s delight. She rubbed her hands along his erection causing Vegeta to throw his head back and tighten his grip on her shoulders.
Suddenly he jerked her up to standing and removed her top with ease. Bulma gasped and was soon off the floor, being held by her waist while Vegeta feasted upon her breasts. She let her eyes slip closed as her head lolled backward in absolute bliss. Vegeta nipped and suckled each erect bud in turn eliciting moans from the female he held.
“Oh Vegeta…please” Bulma pleaded as he burnt a scorching trail of kisses to the button on her pants. He smiled and bit the offending button off of the slacks, then slid the zipper down with his teeth. As her slacks slid down her legs, he turned his head for a moment to spit out the button, Vegeta returned to his task. With his talented tongue, he found the pearl nestled within her satin panties. He attacked it with a vengeance causing his partner to strengthen her hold on his head in order to increase contact. He chuckled at the vivacity of his vixen.
Bulma growled as Vegeta set down. She grabbed and ripped a portion of his bottoms away giving him a very hungry look. Gods! She knew how to turn him on. One smooth jerk from Vegeta on her remaining clothing rendered her completely naked, and after removing his own clothing, generated a medium sized ball of Ki to slowly push into the water, making it begin to steam. Once he was satisfied, Vegeta slowly carried Bulma bride-style over the threshold of the pool, into its warm depths.
Bulma noticed the water was fragrant and inviting as if enticing the couple to complete their journey. She felt at peace with the one she loved and felt the moment could not get more perfect. Vegeta lowered them both in to the deepest part of the pool. He released Bulma’s legs and pressed her body to his. Looking deep into her eyes, Vegeta projected one word “Woman.” There was so much feeling in that one word it pushed Bulma to tears. “My Prince” she projected back with just as much love.
Experiencing Bulma’s absolute devotion and emotion, Vegeta’s eyes changed from coal back to teal. His upswept hair became a glorious golden color. He smirked as he felt the power flow through his veins. All he ever wanted to achieve was through their love. Without her, he might as well be dead.
“Bulma,” he said while caressing the side of her face, “will you accept my people, my essence, and my honor?”
“Y-y-yes, Prince Vegeta, I will,” she answered shakily.
“Will you bear my brats, keep them safe, teach them well, and never look on another as my equal.”
“Yes, always.”
Vegeta reached down and wrapped Bulma’s curvaceous legs around his waist and positioned himself at her opening. He caught her chin and spoke “I will spend all the days of my life making sure you never regret your decision my Princess.” He brought her face to his and engaged in a searing kiss. Bulma wrapped her arms around his thick neck and tears leaked from her eyes. She had never been so happy or secure. Vegeta loved her with no doubt or reservation. She silently thanked the gods for this opportunity.
Vegeta grasped Bulma’s hips and thrust up into her. Her heavenly body welcomed him with a warm, wet, tight grasp. Bulma moaned loudly into Vegeta’s shoulder whilst raking her nails into his back. That sensational feeling turned him on even more and he began to increase his rhythm. Vegeta’s aura began to grow more powerful and bright, pulsing with his heartbeat.
He urged Bulma back to have her float atop the water. She gracefully leaned back and complied with her Prince. Bulma arched her back, thrusting her breasts out, and ran her hands through her hair. Her body was on fire and Vegeta was going to make it a lot hotter before putting it out. She cupped her breasts, pushing them together and began teasing her aching nipples. The lovely sight before him caused Vegeta to growl in excitement. Even pleasing herself, Bulma looked amazing. Vegeta tightened his grip on her small waist and began to thrust long, fast, and hard. He began to get possessed with his mission. He moved a hand to her navel and traced his thumb down to her jewel, exposing it as he began to stroke it gently. “Oh..Oh..Oh more Vegeta, more!” Bulma moaned. Cradling her breasts with one arm, she grabbed the hand on her jewel, and and did whatever she could to increase the pressure and his pace. Bulma moaned as the Prince pulled back; he had a plan of his own.
He knew she was close, and rather than giving in to his base instincts, Vegeta concentrated and pushed a piece of his power into Bulma. She gasped and her eyes opened wide as her skin began to tingle. She threw her head back and screamed in a mixture of ecstasy and excitement. She had never felt such raw energy moving through her body. It was familiar, it was Vegeta! It was as if his spirit had inhabited her and gifted her with his Ki. Across her mind floated the words “Accept me into your heart. Let us be separate beings no longer.” Her only thought was ‘Yes’. And at that moment the souls began to merge, dancing, sharing, and feeling together.
Vegeta placed his hand on Bulma’s back and pulled her to his chest as he continued to piston in and out of her. Her hair had changed, it was still blue however highlighted in gold. Bulma’s eyes were no longer blue but teal, matching his own. She looked like a goddess made flesh just for him. He kissed her hungrily then nipped at her skin. Bulma increased her grip and ground her pelvis against his thrusts. Her walls began to close in on him and there was no escape.
“Vegeta! I-I’m cumming” She screamed, as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her form. This moment seemed to freeze in time; It was deliciously devastating and lasted what seemed like forever.
Just as she began to constrict in pleasure around his cock, Vegeta was in a world of his own. He held Bulma close and buried himself over and over again, as if in a frenzy. Taking in a lung full of air, he roared as he hit his climax, his pulsing cock pushing Bulma into another orgasm of her own.
The couple’s bodies vibrated with pleasure and stayed together. Vegeta moved them over to a wall where they could rest. He held her close and warmed her with his Ki. She rewarded him with a little bit of a snore. Vegeta chuckled. His little princess was wiped out - as well she should be. Absorbing the life essence of a being can be quite exhausting.
He could not mark her until the ceremony but that was now just a formality. She was his, body and soul—and there was nothing anyone could do about it. He smiled and rose out of the water with his sleepy prize. He dried them off with a flare of his Ki and very quietly, nestled her within the covers of her bed. He joined her, happy, and whole, for the first time in his life.
‘Yuck it is going to take forever to get this shit out of my hair’ Grace thought. She was already moody from the public humiliation she received the day before. She had to spend 14 hours in the tank to repair the broken bones in her hand as they were all crushed. Sadly, she continued to dry herself wishing she had just died.
Her door clicked open, startling her. It was odd because it was well known that no one entered without being invited into her dwelling.
“Do you have a death wish?” she stated firmly, as she faced the intruder, stark naked and ready to fight.
“No, my Lady. I’m just a man in love.”
Yamcha eyed the naked Saiyan. In the old days he would have tried to have her. Today was different. He had a duty to Bulma and he was not going to defile himself with some otherworld skank when he aimed to have a lifetime with the love of his life.
“What do you want human?” Grace said in her most annoyed tone, seemingly unfazed by the fact she was naked in front of this pitiful earthling. The last thing she needed to hear was his sickening sob story.
Yamcha shut the door, and approached Grace with the sleekness of a jaguar. He looked quite confident, almost smug, as he lowered his lips to Grace’s ear. She began to become annoyed but the hushed words slithering through her ear canal began to sing to her devious brain. Her frown slowly turned into a smile, then a grin. All was not lost, in fact the game had just begun….
King Vegeta was ready to vaporize anyone who came across his path, after having that long, tedious, and circular conversation with the council concerning Grace and Bulma’s qualifications to be the future Queen of the planet. He stalked the hallways looking left and right out of the corners of his dark eyes daring someone to disobey. ‘It’s times like these when a battle of epic proportions would clear my raging emotions’ he thought as he quicklt strode to the training room.
The council ,being an ignorant and xenophobic lot, were ready to give Grace another try or maybe even begin another search for a suitable Saiyan partner for the Prince. The King advocated Bulma not only for her genius, but her beauty, will, and strength. She had also shown mercy to that unworthy opponent Grace. That fact alone turned the councilmens’ stomachs to say the least. They saw Bulma’s sparing of Grace as weakness. She would bring that weakness into the royal bloodline, and that was impossible to fathom. To them the union was completely unacceptable. And so they were at an impasse that did not seem to be ending anytime soon.
Prince Vegeta was aware of the situation. Crotchety and disgusting old men, holding his future in their hands made him furious. He could think of nothing better than rending them all limb from limb, bloody useless pieces of filth. He was the Prince of this planet, not some second rate child that had to have permission to fuck! Vegeta growled to himself as he pulled on his AE suit. They obviously did not know who the hell they were dealing with. Pride bloomed in Vegeta’s soul. He would show them. The council could not and would not control him….
Bulma entered her room with a sense of accomplishment. She had been in lockdown for a few days as she programmed the Master level for the training unit. ‘This should be enough to knock the Prince on his stunning ass’ she mused. Slipping her lab coat from her slight shoulders, she was just removing her shoes when her eyes were covered from behind. Bulma stood ramrod straight and tried to think of the many ways she could resolve this situation and come out alive. Before she could make her move, a voice tickled her ear.
“Being locked away for so long must have dulled your senses, Onna.”
Bulma inhaled. That voice sent a shiver down her spine and goose bumps on her skin. A firm hand on her waist had asserted itself and pressed her to the chiseled form behind her.
“I-I-I wa-was working on something for you, my Prince,” she stammered.
He smiled against her supple skin. He then nibbled up from her shoulder to her neck while tightening his hold around her waist.
“Is that a fact, Onna? And here I thought you were avoiding me.”
Bulma blushed slightly. She still had been a bit afraid to face the temperamental Prince so the upgrade to the module had been a welcome distraction. Her heartbeat sped up just a tad and Vegeta detected a bit of fear coming from the woman. “Tsk, tsk little one. Afraid of me after all we have shared?” he teased.
“Vegeta what are we doing?” she said trying to regain some control.
Vegeta gritted his teeth. In a measured tone he said “I will not be told whom will be my Queen. I shall choose. Those who oppose me shall die a most memorable and painful death. You are the one I have chosen. By your own word you have accepted, and now we shall join.”
Bulma tried to pull his hand away from her eyes but was unsuccessful. “I don’t want you to do anything that would separate you from your people. Please think about this! I would rather never have you again than create a controversy.” Bulma was trying not to cry but her damned tears began to fall on Vegeta’s hand. She caressed the hand he had on her waist, praying he would see reason.
Vegeta closed his eyes and rested is head on Bulma’s. He projected his baritone voice into her mind. “My Onna. You would still sacrifice all, even your own happiness for others…for me. Can you not see why I have chosen you? No Onna, I will not settle for less. I will have you by my side.”
With that, they began to float into the bathing chamber. Vegeta closed the door with his foot while sending a ball of Ki from his fingertips to select places in the room. He removed his hand from Bulma’s eyes. She was shocked at what she saw. There were a few dozen candles lighting the area—very romantic for a guy who could kill you without using a fraction of his power. Lavender and white rose petals dictated a path to the bathing pool. The overly large pool was inviting them in to enjoy themselves, and who was she to say no.
Taking Bulma by the hand, Vegeta led her to the rim of the pool. He turned to her, looking her over. He wanted to see if she would run. The look in Bulma’s eyes told the tale. She loved him desperately and wanted to be his more than life itself.
Playfully she plucked at his AE suit. “That’s going to have to come off, buddy” her sweet voice projected across his mind. Wide eyed the Prince stared at his intended. “Don’t be so surprised, I figured it out after the first time. I am a genius, you know” she projected. Vegeta caught her by her chin and brought his lips to hers. “Yes I know, Onna. You are also a pain in the ass” said Vegeta’s voice dancing through her head. Bulma smirked as she knew that to be a fact as well.
Enjoying the well muscled arms of her lover she leaned into the kiss. It was deep and meaningful, not mindless and full of lust. Her hands slowly wound together into Vegeta’s hair. She massaged his scalp and pulled him closer. Vegeta allowed this, of course. Her sensual and subtle caresses were working him into frenzy that he had only experienced with her. Other women had been so forward, grabbing his cock or thrusting overly accentuated breasts in his direction. Yes it aroused him, but nothing compared to the overwhelming and absolute want he felt when he was with Bulma.
It felt as if the temperature in the room rose twenty degrees. The clothing was becoming a hindrance and had to be removed. Bulma pulled up the shirt of Vegeta’s suit to reveal his devastatingly well sculpted upper body. She licked her lips nervously and kissed Vegeta’s chest. A purr rumbled from his throat area as she continued down his chest to his abdomen. She repeatedly licked and kissed the muscle group much to her lover’s delight. She rubbed her hands along his erection causing Vegeta to throw his head back and tighten his grip on her shoulders.
Suddenly he jerked her up to standing and removed her top with ease. Bulma gasped and was soon off the floor, being held by her waist while Vegeta feasted upon her breasts. She let her eyes slip closed as her head lolled backward in absolute bliss. Vegeta nipped and suckled each erect bud in turn eliciting moans from the female he held.
“Oh Vegeta…please” Bulma pleaded as he burnt a scorching trail of kisses to the button on her pants. He smiled and bit the offending button off of the slacks, then slid the zipper down with his teeth. As her slacks slid down her legs, he turned his head for a moment to spit out the button, Vegeta returned to his task. With his talented tongue, he found the pearl nestled within her satin panties. He attacked it with a vengeance causing his partner to strengthen her hold on his head in order to increase contact. He chuckled at the vivacity of his vixen.
Bulma growled as Vegeta set down. She grabbed and ripped a portion of his bottoms away giving him a very hungry look. Gods! She knew how to turn him on. One smooth jerk from Vegeta on her remaining clothing rendered her completely naked, and after removing his own clothing, generated a medium sized ball of Ki to slowly push into the water, making it begin to steam. Once he was satisfied, Vegeta slowly carried Bulma bride-style over the threshold of the pool, into its warm depths.
Bulma noticed the water was fragrant and inviting as if enticing the couple to complete their journey. She felt at peace with the one she loved and felt the moment could not get more perfect. Vegeta lowered them both in to the deepest part of the pool. He released Bulma’s legs and pressed her body to his. Looking deep into her eyes, Vegeta projected one word “Woman.” There was so much feeling in that one word it pushed Bulma to tears. “My Prince” she projected back with just as much love.
Experiencing Bulma’s absolute devotion and emotion, Vegeta’s eyes changed from coal back to teal. His upswept hair became a glorious golden color. He smirked as he felt the power flow through his veins. All he ever wanted to achieve was through their love. Without her, he might as well be dead.
“Bulma,” he said while caressing the side of her face, “will you accept my people, my essence, and my honor?”
“Y-y-yes, Prince Vegeta, I will,” she answered shakily.
“Will you bear my brats, keep them safe, teach them well, and never look on another as my equal.”
“Yes, always.”
Vegeta reached down and wrapped Bulma’s curvaceous legs around his waist and positioned himself at her opening. He caught her chin and spoke “I will spend all the days of my life making sure you never regret your decision my Princess.” He brought her face to his and engaged in a searing kiss. Bulma wrapped her arms around his thick neck and tears leaked from her eyes. She had never been so happy or secure. Vegeta loved her with no doubt or reservation. She silently thanked the gods for this opportunity.
Vegeta grasped Bulma’s hips and thrust up into her. Her heavenly body welcomed him with a warm, wet, tight grasp. Bulma moaned loudly into Vegeta’s shoulder whilst raking her nails into his back. That sensational feeling turned him on even more and he began to increase his rhythm. Vegeta’s aura began to grow more powerful and bright, pulsing with his heartbeat.
He urged Bulma back to have her float atop the water. She gracefully leaned back and complied with her Prince. Bulma arched her back, thrusting her breasts out, and ran her hands through her hair. Her body was on fire and Vegeta was going to make it a lot hotter before putting it out. She cupped her breasts, pushing them together and began teasing her aching nipples. The lovely sight before him caused Vegeta to growl in excitement. Even pleasing herself, Bulma looked amazing. Vegeta tightened his grip on her small waist and began to thrust long, fast, and hard. He began to get possessed with his mission. He moved a hand to her navel and traced his thumb down to her jewel, exposing it as he began to stroke it gently. “Oh..Oh..Oh more Vegeta, more!” Bulma moaned. Cradling her breasts with one arm, she grabbed the hand on her jewel, and and did whatever she could to increase the pressure and his pace. Bulma moaned as the Prince pulled back; he had a plan of his own.
He knew she was close, and rather than giving in to his base instincts, Vegeta concentrated and pushed a piece of his power into Bulma. She gasped and her eyes opened wide as her skin began to tingle. She threw her head back and screamed in a mixture of ecstasy and excitement. She had never felt such raw energy moving through her body. It was familiar, it was Vegeta! It was as if his spirit had inhabited her and gifted her with his Ki. Across her mind floated the words “Accept me into your heart. Let us be separate beings no longer.” Her only thought was ‘Yes’. And at that moment the souls began to merge, dancing, sharing, and feeling together.
Vegeta placed his hand on Bulma’s back and pulled her to his chest as he continued to piston in and out of her. Her hair had changed, it was still blue however highlighted in gold. Bulma’s eyes were no longer blue but teal, matching his own. She looked like a goddess made flesh just for him. He kissed her hungrily then nipped at her skin. Bulma increased her grip and ground her pelvis against his thrusts. Her walls began to close in on him and there was no escape.
“Vegeta! I-I’m cumming” She screamed, as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her form. This moment seemed to freeze in time; It was deliciously devastating and lasted what seemed like forever.
Just as she began to constrict in pleasure around his cock, Vegeta was in a world of his own. He held Bulma close and buried himself over and over again, as if in a frenzy. Taking in a lung full of air, he roared as he hit his climax, his pulsing cock pushing Bulma into another orgasm of her own.
The couple’s bodies vibrated with pleasure and stayed together. Vegeta moved them over to a wall where they could rest. He held her close and warmed her with his Ki. She rewarded him with a little bit of a snore. Vegeta chuckled. His little princess was wiped out - as well she should be. Absorbing the life essence of a being can be quite exhausting.
He could not mark her until the ceremony but that was now just a formality. She was his, body and soul—and there was nothing anyone could do about it. He smiled and rose out of the water with his sleepy prize. He dried them off with a flare of his Ki and very quietly, nestled her within the covers of her bed. He joined her, happy, and whole, for the first time in his life.