Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Closer ❯ Too Close ( Chapter 27 )

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Too Close

His hand was on her lower back as he led her to the center of the crowd. Vegeta was enchanted by her scent. It gave him a sense of ease and comfort---like coming home after a decade long battle. He never wanted to leave her and that was so odd to him. He barley knew this woman but he could not get enough of her company.

She felt so shy like it was her first date instead of the chance to be with the only man she would ever truly love.   She turned to face the Prince and looked up into his onyx eyes. She was lost in them and moved closer as if in a trance. Vegeta placed a hand on her hip and held her hand with the other as Bulma found purchase on his shoulder.

Words were not necessary. They moved like two people sharing one mind while they danced. Every step was already preordained as they glided to and fro. Vegeta felt a tug against his heart pulling him closer to his beautiful partner but fought it as he could not publicly disgrace his mate. They already thought he might be crazy, no need to add fuel to the fire.

To distract himself he asked, “How are you enjoying Vegeta-sei, Dr. Briefs?”

“Outside of sharing quarters with Zarbon, I am fairing very well thank you” she answered.

Vegeta tightened his hold on her and Bulma gasped softly. She was close enough to feel the growl in his chest. His absolute disgust at Zarbon of all people sharing airspace let alone a bedroom was inexcusable. He tried not to scowl but failed.

“So, you two are together then?” he rasped.

“No...no we aren’t. Lord Frieza asked that he keep watch over me. Zarbon takes his orders very seriously.” Bulma replied with a smile.

Vegeta let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. Something with him roared with triumph and he pulled her ever closer. Bulma laid her cheek against his. She closed her eyes to hold back tears as she got as close to her “heaven” as she could for the time being.

Meanwhile Grace fumed. Oh if she could only march over there and yank that skinny bitch by the hair! ‘She will not have my mate!’ she railed in her mind. Bardock could see she was about to lose her temper. Grace made a move to release his hold when a passing servant tripped spilling expensive red wine over her ample breasts, and trickling into her cleavage.

“What the hell do you think you are doing?!” she screamed. Immediately the servant began cleaning and fixing his mistress as others joined in to help. Grace was mortified. Her dress--hell her night --was ruined. She exited the room furious, full of hate and revenge. ‘That off-world whore will rue the day she EVER thought she was good enough for Vegeta.’

Grace’s exit was never noticed by the Prince. With Bulma this close to him, he really did not have a care in the world. Never had he felt so complete in his entire life. A smirk tugged at the corner of his soft lips and he breathed deeply. Sadly the song died down and he had to release his hold.

Without thinking he blurted in a hurried whisper “Meet me tonight.”

Bulma was wide-eyed to say the least. Instead of speaking, she nodded. She knew where they were going to meet. She looked around, feeling as if on a cloud, only to be confronted by Zarbon. He looked very much annoyed at the closeness of the Prince and scientist.

“A dance, my dear?” he asked Bulma. It wasn’t really a request--she could feel it. Bulma turned from Vegeta and into the arms of Zarbon. Instantly he pulled her close again showing ownership that he did not have. All the while Vegeta looked on from the corner of his eye. He was growing steadily more angry and knew he had to move or fight this fool right here and now.

The party was dying down anyway so Vegeta took his leave and retired to his quarters. While still lingering on the thoughts of the dance, and what his feelings for the scientist may mean, he entered his chambers saw a wet and naked Grace. Her olive skin was beaded with droplets of water. Her hair was swept back, hanging freely past her shoulders. She looked very annoyed.

“Nice of you to join me, my Prince” she said with a hint of sarcasm. “Since you did not notice my leaving the ballroom, make it up to me---now” she demanded. Grace placed her hand on Vegeta’s chest and pushed lightly. Vegeta fell into a nearby chair and allowed her to climb on top of him. Grace straddled him with the practiced moves of an exotic dancer, and lifted Vegeta’s lips to hers. She kissed him hungrily, with everything she had, willing him to respond. Slowly, and against his will, he kissed her. His feelings of the scientist and his previous musings dissappeared, as lust began to take over. Without warning his hands grabbed her hips firmly, placing her at center stage, where his swollen rod felt the best against her. This is what she wanted tonight: his frenzied lust for her, to help heal her battered ego and put that scientist out of his mind. Deftly, she slipped his member from his pants, raised her hips, and impaled herself, forcing him all the way in. She bit her lip as she forced her self down to meet his hips, but the fullness of him inside her is what she needed, and needed now. Grace eased out a low moan first, then Vegeta. He leaned back to gain comfort and increase her stimulation while Grace simply rode, feverishly, just taking out her frustrations during this intimate act. She pushed against his chest hard to gain leverage to come crashing down on her partner again and again. Vegeta didn’t feel right. Absolutely there was a measure of enjoyment, but no passion. Grace was simply growling, with the rising and falling; as fast as she wanted, with no thought or even eye contact. Vegeta didn’t really feel like he was participating and it bothered him. He was perplexed. After a few minutes Grace cried out, as she came in mind bending waves. Vegeta could feel her pleasure spasms, as she panted, moaned and cried out her love for him. He wasn’t even close to his apex, but felt like he should withdraw. When he did this, he barely looked aroused.

“Vegeta, that was brilliant.” Grace said between heaving breaths onto his chest. Vegeta just squeezed her tightly and carried her over to the bed. He knew she would sleep for the balance of the night which was good since he did not plan on being there. He showered and headed off to the GU to be with the one person who made him happy--Bulma.

“Get your hand off my arm” she said in a calm but firm tone. Bulma was dressed this time in workout clothes on her way to the GU to meet Vegeta. Zarbon was doing his best to thwart her efforts while they were standing in the middle of the hall.   He saw how close the two had become in such a short time and he was not about to lose his prize.
“My dear, you look so tired, why don’t you rest a while and then go to work?” he coaxed. Slowly he tried to tug her in his direction but she was resolute in not following him.

“No, Zarbon. I’m going to GU and the Prince will be there. I’m sure he wants to talk about the Master level results from when I was here before. I promised I would meet him and I am not going back on my word.”

Zarbon yanked Bulma to him earning a yelp. He caressed her back and pressed her hips into his. “Stay with me--meet the Prince another time. I need you” he whispered. He had used that line a hundred times and it had never failed him. He knew how women wanted to be needed by a man. Surely she would not resist.

Bulma searched his eyes. She wanted to find sincerity there waiting for her. Telling her that it was alright to go with this man and forget her beloved Prince. Unfortunately she was met with a gaze of desire flecked with lust. She was saddened and disgusted. Slumping her shoulders, Bulma lowered her head and backed away. Zarbon was shocked enough to release his hold. Bulma turned and walked away telling him over her shoulder “Don’t wait up”.

Bulma walked disillusioned toward the GU. Her connection to Zarbon was tenuous at best but to see that he had been acting all along and did not care...well it hurt. While wallowing in semi-self pitty she accidentally bumped what she thought was a wall. Bulma expected to fall down but a pair of strong arms saved her.

“Woman, it is always your practice to waltz around without paying attention to your surroundings?” The voice was down right sultry. Her eyes lit up as she tilted her head up to view the Prince of all Sayians. His arms were still around her, locked and comfortable. Bulma almost sighed.

“I bed your pardon, Prince...”
“Vegeta, you may address me just as Vegeta” he cut in.
“Even in public?” she asked, eyes sparkling.
“And private” he breathed as he unconsciously began to close the gap between them. The faint scent of Zarbon wafted through his nasal passages. Why was his acrid smell on her? Where they together just now as he and Grace had been? He frowned--both angry and guilty. Remembering his place he slowly dropped his hold on the woman.

Confusion played across Bulma’s face as she tried not to take this as rejection compounding her previous hurt. Without a word she slipped away and entered the GU and Vegeta followed.

With practiced mastery, Bulma was able to access the video data she wanted. In their midst came the most recent training session of Turles.   For a low level elite, he was nearly equal to the “old” Vegeta she remembered. His brute force attacks made up considerably for his lack of tactical preparedness.   Vegeta watched intently--both impressed and jealous. He hadn’t trained in ages. Bulma saw the pain on Vegeta’s face. Her plan was to draw the Prince back to his old self by awakening the bloodlust in his heart. This was the first time she was partially sad that a plan she had crafted was working.

His jaw was clinching, working furiously to hold in the critiques to Turles’ performance. ;His technique is sloppy but his quickness is extraordinary’ he thought. ‘I wonder how i would compare? Can i still compare?’

“Dr. Briefs,” Vegeta began, still watching the life-sized fight before him.
“Yes..uhh Vegeta”.
“Were we acquainted during your last visit?” Vegeta’s eyes were darting around flitting with the image.
“Yes, we knew each other.” The tone of her voice dipped slightly but it was enough to draw the Prince’s attention. Bulma looked down and away before eye contact could be made. Vegeta furrowed his brow and walked over to the console, closer to the scientist. She was keeping their former relationship a secret, why?
“Would you say the nature of our relationship was close?”
Bulma swallowed as she began to feel the heat of his stare. His focus should be on training not on her--not now anyway. She steeled her spine and looked up. She was about to tell a fib to push her plan forward.

“We were as close as a scientist and a Prince could be. You would show me the benefit of your technical skill while i would create scenarios that adapted. You were very helpful in teaching me about Sayian fighting tendencies per class and I made that information the requirements for remediation or advancement courses for the soldiers” Bulma finished with a smile. She remembered Gibbs on NCIS had a rule; if you were going to lie be specific.

What Bulma did not take into account was the Sayian ability to pick up slight changes in odor, body language, sweat, and heartbeat...especially in the presence of half-truths.

Vegeta took a bold step toward Bulma, he was close--in her face--analyzing information she did not know she was giving up. Bulma’s eye’s opened up slightly and her smile faded as she backed up into the console. She was trapped between cold metal and the predatory Prince.

Nose to nose, Vegeta pressed on in his questioning. “Is that why you seem so familiar?” he said stroking her cheek. “Are you certain you are telling me the truth?” Vegeta was then gifted with the sweet scent of arousal confirming his suspicions. He had bedded or been about to bed this woman. ‘Why the secrecy?’ he thought. ‘Was it rejection? Was she ashamed?’

“Woman, you realize lying to me over trivialities could mean your death.” The tone of his voice caressed her and Bulma had to stifle a moan.   He wasn’t threatening her, he was flirting with her--at the absolute wrong time. She bit her lip and nodded in the affirmative. Bulma pressed herself even harder into the console trying to become invisible. She had to try to control this situation and be patient.

Leaning closer Vegeta whispered, “Knowing you are this close to death, why would you venture a lie from that delicious mouth of yours?” Bulma opened her mouth to answer but was stopped by a finger on her lips. “Onna, the next words out of your mouth better be the kami-damned truth or you will be sorry.” Her skin was flushing and tingling under his touch. Vegeta felt her breathing pick up. The feeling of her petal like lips on his forefinger felt good and right. Vegeta drifted his hand to her chin and tilted it up.

Bulma tried to stop him. “Vegeta we...” she tried. He cut her off with an intervention of his lips. The kiss was short and sweet and absolutely not enough for either of them. Once they broke they made brief eye contact then plunged into a passionate kiss. Bulma’s hands held Vegeta’s powerful shoulders while Vegeta’s hands found her waist and pulled her close.

Vegeta found the taste of her so sweet that he could sustain himself on her mouth alone and never eat again. His hands roamed up her back feeling her bare soft skin, kneading it under his curious fingertips. Bulma could feel him becoming more aroused and could not stop herself from wanting more. Being in his arms like this was just like coming home. A home she had not been to in ages. She had missed being held so close by the man who had her heart. To be caressed with such care and tenderness, she had nearly forgotten what that was like.   Her stone facade fell and tears fell from her eyes.

Vegeta stopped as a tear transferred from her cheek to his. Looking into her blue eyes swimming in tears, longing and sadness filled his body. Bulma used the break in action to remove herself from his grasp.

“Onna, why...?”
“Please, I cannot explain” Bulma cut across brokenly. Vegeta sensed her words and body weren’t lying. She placed her hand over her mouth to stifle her sobs. Her shoulders were shaking but she was determined to go forward. Bulma could not find the courage to turn around and look him in the eye. Instead she invoked the console to scan and report on the progress of the Prince.

“Reporting: Vegeta, Prince of all Sayians. Last session: nine months ago. Last ranking: first among all Sayians. Last module: Master level 1. Present day assessment:   muscle and speed deterioration since data was last collected. Vegeta, Prince of all Sayians cannot compete at previous level.”

The report ended with a video representation of his last training session, days after his father died. He was training like a madman trying to find an outlet for his pain. Watching the vidoe, fire licked at his heart as he itched to get back to that level of intensity. His Sayian temper at his own physical lethargy began to claw at him, forcing him to hunger for that power again.

“Computer set a training schedule for the Prince in order to reach previous level.” Bulma commanded.

“Confirmed” the console answered. Vegeta, now entranced, was barely aware Bulma had backed away from the console, heading for the exit. He will deal with the scientist later, he thought as he was now enthralled by his recorded movements and abilities. Bulma continued her way out of the room and just as the GU door shut ,she heard Vegeta say in a strong and determined voice “Computer, commence training!”
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