Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Closer ❯ Master Stroke ( Chapter 31 )
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By: Vegeta-Sugar-Sweet 
Vegeta springs the first part of his plan.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.06.2012 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 501 | Status: Work In Progress
Vegeta springs the first part of his plan.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.06.2012 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 501 | Status: Work In Progress
I don't own blah blah blah. I'm thinking a couple more chapters then we start a new story in this time line. I'm open to suggestions. Of course, I'm gonna end with something outstanding
Chapter 31 Master Stroke
Bulma had been in her quarters for hours. She was still mentally shaken from the horrific site she had the unfortunate “luck” to stumble upon. As she sat in the dark, while in the lotus position on the floor, she focused on breathing katas to relax her body then her mind. It looked like she was almost in a trance as she dreamily maneuvered through her conscious, trying to make sense of the scene and its implications.
All the meanwhile, Vegeta was tugging on her consciousness wondering why her mind wasn't open to him. She had learned to close him out when she needed space but she knew he needed to feel her warmth inside him. She couldn't ignore him so she placed the memory into her innermost memories, beyond Vegeta's reach. Once she did so, and was satisfied he would not find it, she reached out to her lover.
`My Prince, shouldn't you be in a meeting?' projected Bulma.
Vegeta nearly sighed in relief. He was starting to feel so empty without her presence.
`Yes, Onna but you are more important. Were you over working yourself again on useless technological issues?'
That was Vegeta's way of asking why she was out of contact. Even between them he still had to keep up his macho act.
Bulma sighed into his mind. `I'll have you know that my technology is not useless and yes I was working--you want to make a federal case out of it?' Bulma replied fiestily.
Vegeta smirked. How he loved her fire and determination. Ready to stand up to the world just because she can.
`I may want to take this up further --tonight.' Vegeta's baritone voice floated through her mind invoking images of their last night together.
**Flashback**
Vegeta had set Bulma in the over-sized shower. The hot water felt like a shiatsu massage against her skin. As she enjoyed the water, her partner scrubbed her body. Every inch was washed in slow, tender circles. The gesture was loving and soothing to Bulma. She thought he was winding her up for another round of love-making but instead, just handed her the loofah when he was finished. She bathed him in the same manner paying attention to his entire body. After she washed his feet, Bulma rose up only to be locked in Vegeta's embrace. He dragged a forefinger down her jawline, appreciating the structure. His finger ended at Bulma's chin where he grasped it and gently kissed her. It was perfection itself and brought Bulma to tears. She could feel the absolute adoration Vegeta felt for her and it was making her whole.
Vegeta kissed away her tears and rinsed their bodies. Without a word he led her into the inner chamber where the bed was located. Vegeta could sense Bulma's excitement but he had something different in mind.
“Onna, do you trust me?”
“With my life”
With that affirmation he produced a black silk scarf and quickly tied it over Bulma's eyes.
“Uhh..wha--?” stuttered a confused Bulma
“What happened to all that trust, Woman? Surely you know that you are in very safe hands.”
Bulma blushed at her embarrassment. She could trust him. She tried to relax and let him lead her though this charade.
Grasping Bulma's delicate hand, he led her further into the room. The deafening silence was pressing on Bulma's skin, irritating her. She began to feel around but was stayed by Vegeta's hand.
“Patience.” he whispered as he kissed her palm.
Suddenly, he raised both arms over her head eliciting a gasp. Vegeta got as close to her ear as possible and rasped “Do not move until told, understood?” Bulma swallowed her fear and nodded once. Vegeta smirked, it was worth it just to see her skin flush and a thin sheen of sweat appear upon her brow.
In the darkness Bulma felt a garment against her skin. Her breasts were carefully lifted and cradled into something that was as smooth as satin. It brought out goosebumps as it stimulated her so.
Around her back, she heard clasps being hitched and the garment tightened, `Ahh a corset. What in the world does he have in mind?' she thought.
It was her turn to smirk. She wouldn't begrudge Vegeta a bit of S&M if that was what he craved. She sent him lewd pictures of her dressed as a dominatrix. Vegeta shook his head. It was tempting ..nearly too tempting but he continued with his task. Vegeta circled her and admired the view.
Her already perfect form was made more exquisite with the cream colored corset he had chosen. He traced the outline of her torso lightly. he wanted so badly to take her now as she stood. He stowed that thought for later--he had a duty to perform.
Fabric rustled--a new garment. It was slipped over her up-stretched arms and strategically settled. Vegeta guided Bulma's hands to her sides allowing her to feel the smooth silk. It was a dress. He was dressing her for...what? Bulma furrowed her brow delighting Vegeta. He was glad he was keeping her guessing, it would make the surprise even more wondrous.
Gossemer straps were slipped up her ivory skin accompanied by Vegeta's feather soft touch. He placed a kiss upon Bulma's neck and felt her pulse quicken. A small rumble made its way from within his chest vibrating the center of her back. Heat began to rise off Bulma's skin. She pressed herself into Vegeta angling her neck for his attention. He skimmed the area with teeth raising the intensity of the interaction. Her arousal permeated the room and it was almost more than Vegeta could bear.
Settling himself, he stepped around her and left her nearly panting. Taking her arm he levitated them both through the GU door and out into the quiet palace. The were going through the secret hallways and hidden entrances known only to the royal family. Was it dinner, a ball, or what? Bulma didn't know what to think except that whatever it was, it was a good thing. Finally they stopped and Vegeta gracefully set Bulma in an extremely comfortable chair. He removed her blindfold only to reveal a completely dark room.
Vegeta had know this room for the whole of his life, he was aware of every wall, every corner, every surface. This made it easy for him to manoeuvre on the dark. He quickly stepped away from Bulma across the room, nearer to the door.
He was speaking to someone else. Bulma turned as if she would be able to view the visitor but of course, she was thwarted by the impenetrable darkness.
“Have her ready in ten minutes, Noir” rumbled Vegeta's deep authoritative voice.
“As you wish, my Prince. I swear it will be done” answered a voice that seemed to dance through the air.
A confused Bulma stared into the darkness trying to cope. But she was helpless. If she moved around the room any number of things could happen. She was uneasy to say the least. However the being who shared the room with her was calm and collected.
She breezed up to Bulma bringing with her a soothing presence. “Dr. Briefs, nothing in this room will hurt you.”
Bulma was a little annoyed at being in the dark after all this time. “Well if nothing will hurt me, kindly turn on a damn light!” she said through clenched teeth as she tried to keep her growing anger in check.
Noir had expected a fight from the woman her Prince loved. She chuckled lightly. “Unfortunately I cannot comply with your request. However, I will endeavour to make your experience wonderful and your beauty flawless. But we must hurry, the Prince will return soon.”
Bulma thought for a moment. The woman sounded sincere and Vegeta trusts her. She sighed and said “Fine--i assume you can see in the dark.”
“Aye, Dr. Briefs” answered Noir as she began to apply oils to her skin. Noir massaged Bulma's shoulders to remove any lingering tension. Bulma had never felt anything like it. The touch wasn't sensual but incredibly soothing. As Noir finished, Bulma took more comfort in the chair and closed her eyes. Happy and relieved, Noir began applying makeup to highlight Bulma's delicate features.
“How did you learn to do this in the dark?” said Bulma sleepily.
“I've dwelt in the dark for nearly all of my life, Dr. Briefs. The darkness is second nature to me”
“You'll have to teach me” muttered Bulma
“In time, we shall see”
Bulma questioned no more, instead her breathing was heavy and even. She was asleep.
“Perfect, Noir--absolutely fantastic work” Vegeta entoned.
“You pay me a great compliment, Prince Vegeta”
Vegeta nodded and picked up his prize to carry her to their destination.
Bulma could feel Vegeta enveloping her in an embrace that was soft and full of love. She inhaled his scent and snaked her arms around his thick neck. She finally did get up the courage to look around.
The lights were low--candle light. The room was ornately decorated in glittering gold complimented by rich reds. As the couple made their way down to the center of the room, the light began to come up but stopped while still dim.
Vegeta set Bulma on her feet and led her to a raised dais where an elderly Saiyan stood, he looked angry--but then all Saiyans looked angry to her.
Vegeta was nervous for the first time in his life. He swallowed a couple of times to make sure he voice wouldn't shake.
He turned toward hid gorgeous and vibrant doctor catching her eye. She was so beautiful he couldn't believe she was his. Keeping her gaze, Vegeta took her hand in his and knelt.
Bulma's eye grew large--almost as large as saucers. He had forgone all pretense of pride to honour her traditions from her home world. Her lip trembled but she tried to stay steady as her prince began to speak.
“Bulma Briefs, you came to Vegeta-Sei as a remote and unknown ally. Those who did not know you would think you were weak and unable to persevere in our culture of Warriors, however, you have shown phenomenal strength and courage--self reliance and self assurance--and the ability to protect and to love. With these abilities amongst countless others, you have captured my admiration, my heart, and my soul. Do me the honour of becoming my wife and future Queen.”
For a moment there was silence. Bulma took in a breath and cleared her throat. She took a step toward Vegeta and knelt down as best as possible in her satin dress. She kissed his hand allowing tears to flow down her cheek.
Bulma placed his hand upon her heart saying “My Prince, I have always been yours. I would marry you every day of the week for the rest of our lives.”
It was Vegeta's turn to collect himself. He was so very moved by her gesture that he was afraid to answer for fear his voice might crack. She would always surprise him and keep him guessing. Gods how he loved her.
“Prince Vegeta,” worbled the old Saiyan priest, “may we complete the ritual while I am still able to draw breath?”
Bulma and Vegeta looked at each other and smiled. The couple got to their feet and moved closer to the dais. The priest began to repeat ancient words Bulma could not understand. He circled them over and over blessing them with the strange speech. But what Vegeta did next stunned her completely.
Vegeta began to recite a poem by Robert Burns above the murmured chanting of the priest.
“O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee well, my only Luve
And fare thee well, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.”
This poem was the closest he could come to describing how he felt for her in her own tongue. With the last word said, Vegeta placed a four-carat emerald cut diamond with platinum band upon the third finger of her left hand. Bulma was nearly vibrating with happiness. She lifted her tear stained face to his wondering if they were through with the ceremony.
Vegeta took her chin between his thumb and index finger and maneuvered Bulma's head exposing her neck. He placed his palm on the small of her back, gently pulling her forward. Vegeta lowered his head and licked the juncture between neck and shoulder. Bulma started to giggle but stopped as Vegeta's grip on her waist tightened.
He could see her pulse through her perfect skin call him closer. Baring his teeth he bit Bulma as gently as he could to leave a lasting mark. Hell yes it was painful but it was also the most erotic thing Bulma had ever experienced.........
Bulma had been in her quarters for hours. She was still mentally shaken from the horrific site she had the unfortunate “luck” to stumble upon. As she sat in the dark, while in the lotus position on the floor, she focused on breathing katas to relax her body then her mind. It looked like she was almost in a trance as she dreamily maneuvered through her conscious, trying to make sense of the scene and its implications.
All the meanwhile, Vegeta was tugging on her consciousness wondering why her mind wasn't open to him. She had learned to close him out when she needed space but she knew he needed to feel her warmth inside him. She couldn't ignore him so she placed the memory into her innermost memories, beyond Vegeta's reach. Once she did so, and was satisfied he would not find it, she reached out to her lover.
`My Prince, shouldn't you be in a meeting?' projected Bulma.
Vegeta nearly sighed in relief. He was starting to feel so empty without her presence.
`Yes, Onna but you are more important. Were you over working yourself again on useless technological issues?'
That was Vegeta's way of asking why she was out of contact. Even between them he still had to keep up his macho act.
Bulma sighed into his mind. `I'll have you know that my technology is not useless and yes I was working--you want to make a federal case out of it?' Bulma replied fiestily.
Vegeta smirked. How he loved her fire and determination. Ready to stand up to the world just because she can.
`I may want to take this up further --tonight.' Vegeta's baritone voice floated through her mind invoking images of their last night together.
**Flashback**
Vegeta had set Bulma in the over-sized shower. The hot water felt like a shiatsu massage against her skin. As she enjoyed the water, her partner scrubbed her body. Every inch was washed in slow, tender circles. The gesture was loving and soothing to Bulma. She thought he was winding her up for another round of love-making but instead, just handed her the loofah when he was finished. She bathed him in the same manner paying attention to his entire body. After she washed his feet, Bulma rose up only to be locked in Vegeta's embrace. He dragged a forefinger down her jawline, appreciating the structure. His finger ended at Bulma's chin where he grasped it and gently kissed her. It was perfection itself and brought Bulma to tears. She could feel the absolute adoration Vegeta felt for her and it was making her whole.
Vegeta kissed away her tears and rinsed their bodies. Without a word he led her into the inner chamber where the bed was located. Vegeta could sense Bulma's excitement but he had something different in mind.
“Onna, do you trust me?”
“With my life”
With that affirmation he produced a black silk scarf and quickly tied it over Bulma's eyes.
“Uhh..wha--?” stuttered a confused Bulma
“What happened to all that trust, Woman? Surely you know that you are in very safe hands.”
Bulma blushed at her embarrassment. She could trust him. She tried to relax and let him lead her though this charade.
Grasping Bulma's delicate hand, he led her further into the room. The deafening silence was pressing on Bulma's skin, irritating her. She began to feel around but was stayed by Vegeta's hand.
“Patience.” he whispered as he kissed her palm.
Suddenly, he raised both arms over her head eliciting a gasp. Vegeta got as close to her ear as possible and rasped “Do not move until told, understood?” Bulma swallowed her fear and nodded once. Vegeta smirked, it was worth it just to see her skin flush and a thin sheen of sweat appear upon her brow.
In the darkness Bulma felt a garment against her skin. Her breasts were carefully lifted and cradled into something that was as smooth as satin. It brought out goosebumps as it stimulated her so.
Around her back, she heard clasps being hitched and the garment tightened, `Ahh a corset. What in the world does he have in mind?' she thought.
It was her turn to smirk. She wouldn't begrudge Vegeta a bit of S&M if that was what he craved. She sent him lewd pictures of her dressed as a dominatrix. Vegeta shook his head. It was tempting ..nearly too tempting but he continued with his task. Vegeta circled her and admired the view.
Her already perfect form was made more exquisite with the cream colored corset he had chosen. He traced the outline of her torso lightly. he wanted so badly to take her now as she stood. He stowed that thought for later--he had a duty to perform.
Fabric rustled--a new garment. It was slipped over her up-stretched arms and strategically settled. Vegeta guided Bulma's hands to her sides allowing her to feel the smooth silk. It was a dress. He was dressing her for...what? Bulma furrowed her brow delighting Vegeta. He was glad he was keeping her guessing, it would make the surprise even more wondrous.
Gossemer straps were slipped up her ivory skin accompanied by Vegeta's feather soft touch. He placed a kiss upon Bulma's neck and felt her pulse quicken. A small rumble made its way from within his chest vibrating the center of her back. Heat began to rise off Bulma's skin. She pressed herself into Vegeta angling her neck for his attention. He skimmed the area with teeth raising the intensity of the interaction. Her arousal permeated the room and it was almost more than Vegeta could bear.
Settling himself, he stepped around her and left her nearly panting. Taking her arm he levitated them both through the GU door and out into the quiet palace. The were going through the secret hallways and hidden entrances known only to the royal family. Was it dinner, a ball, or what? Bulma didn't know what to think except that whatever it was, it was a good thing. Finally they stopped and Vegeta gracefully set Bulma in an extremely comfortable chair. He removed her blindfold only to reveal a completely dark room.
Vegeta had know this room for the whole of his life, he was aware of every wall, every corner, every surface. This made it easy for him to manoeuvre on the dark. He quickly stepped away from Bulma across the room, nearer to the door.
He was speaking to someone else. Bulma turned as if she would be able to view the visitor but of course, she was thwarted by the impenetrable darkness.
“Have her ready in ten minutes, Noir” rumbled Vegeta's deep authoritative voice.
“As you wish, my Prince. I swear it will be done” answered a voice that seemed to dance through the air.
A confused Bulma stared into the darkness trying to cope. But she was helpless. If she moved around the room any number of things could happen. She was uneasy to say the least. However the being who shared the room with her was calm and collected.
She breezed up to Bulma bringing with her a soothing presence. “Dr. Briefs, nothing in this room will hurt you.”
Bulma was a little annoyed at being in the dark after all this time. “Well if nothing will hurt me, kindly turn on a damn light!” she said through clenched teeth as she tried to keep her growing anger in check.
Noir had expected a fight from the woman her Prince loved. She chuckled lightly. “Unfortunately I cannot comply with your request. However, I will endeavour to make your experience wonderful and your beauty flawless. But we must hurry, the Prince will return soon.”
Bulma thought for a moment. The woman sounded sincere and Vegeta trusts her. She sighed and said “Fine--i assume you can see in the dark.”
“Aye, Dr. Briefs” answered Noir as she began to apply oils to her skin. Noir massaged Bulma's shoulders to remove any lingering tension. Bulma had never felt anything like it. The touch wasn't sensual but incredibly soothing. As Noir finished, Bulma took more comfort in the chair and closed her eyes. Happy and relieved, Noir began applying makeup to highlight Bulma's delicate features.
“How did you learn to do this in the dark?” said Bulma sleepily.
“I've dwelt in the dark for nearly all of my life, Dr. Briefs. The darkness is second nature to me”
“You'll have to teach me” muttered Bulma
“In time, we shall see”
Bulma questioned no more, instead her breathing was heavy and even. She was asleep.
“Perfect, Noir--absolutely fantastic work” Vegeta entoned.
“You pay me a great compliment, Prince Vegeta”
Vegeta nodded and picked up his prize to carry her to their destination.
Bulma could feel Vegeta enveloping her in an embrace that was soft and full of love. She inhaled his scent and snaked her arms around his thick neck. She finally did get up the courage to look around.
The lights were low--candle light. The room was ornately decorated in glittering gold complimented by rich reds. As the couple made their way down to the center of the room, the light began to come up but stopped while still dim.
Vegeta set Bulma on her feet and led her to a raised dais where an elderly Saiyan stood, he looked angry--but then all Saiyans looked angry to her.
Vegeta was nervous for the first time in his life. He swallowed a couple of times to make sure he voice wouldn't shake.
He turned toward hid gorgeous and vibrant doctor catching her eye. She was so beautiful he couldn't believe she was his. Keeping her gaze, Vegeta took her hand in his and knelt.
Bulma's eye grew large--almost as large as saucers. He had forgone all pretense of pride to honour her traditions from her home world. Her lip trembled but she tried to stay steady as her prince began to speak.
“Bulma Briefs, you came to Vegeta-Sei as a remote and unknown ally. Those who did not know you would think you were weak and unable to persevere in our culture of Warriors, however, you have shown phenomenal strength and courage--self reliance and self assurance--and the ability to protect and to love. With these abilities amongst countless others, you have captured my admiration, my heart, and my soul. Do me the honour of becoming my wife and future Queen.”
For a moment there was silence. Bulma took in a breath and cleared her throat. She took a step toward Vegeta and knelt down as best as possible in her satin dress. She kissed his hand allowing tears to flow down her cheek.
Bulma placed his hand upon her heart saying “My Prince, I have always been yours. I would marry you every day of the week for the rest of our lives.”
It was Vegeta's turn to collect himself. He was so very moved by her gesture that he was afraid to answer for fear his voice might crack. She would always surprise him and keep him guessing. Gods how he loved her.
“Prince Vegeta,” worbled the old Saiyan priest, “may we complete the ritual while I am still able to draw breath?”
Bulma and Vegeta looked at each other and smiled. The couple got to their feet and moved closer to the dais. The priest began to repeat ancient words Bulma could not understand. He circled them over and over blessing them with the strange speech. But what Vegeta did next stunned her completely.
Vegeta began to recite a poem by Robert Burns above the murmured chanting of the priest.
“O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee well, my only Luve
And fare thee well, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.”
This poem was the closest he could come to describing how he felt for her in her own tongue. With the last word said, Vegeta placed a four-carat emerald cut diamond with platinum band upon the third finger of her left hand. Bulma was nearly vibrating with happiness. She lifted her tear stained face to his wondering if they were through with the ceremony.
Vegeta took her chin between his thumb and index finger and maneuvered Bulma's head exposing her neck. He placed his palm on the small of her back, gently pulling her forward. Vegeta lowered his head and licked the juncture between neck and shoulder. Bulma started to giggle but stopped as Vegeta's grip on her waist tightened.
He could see her pulse through her perfect skin call him closer. Baring his teeth he bit Bulma as gently as he could to leave a lasting mark. Hell yes it was painful but it was also the most erotic thing Bulma had ever experienced.........
***Flashback End**********
A serene smile crept its way across Bulma's face remembering her night with Vegeta. He felt her joy at being joined with him fully and completely.
`Onna, you know you are my life' he said
`And you're mine' replied Bulma.
`It is time that you become known to your people. Make your way to the throne room.'
`And Grace?' Bulma asked
`Is in for the shock of her life.'