Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Count Down From Ten ❯ Riddled Minds ( Chapter 5 )

Chapter Five

(Bulma's POV)

My mom's smile grew after Vegeta left, the gleam in her eye reminded me of the Cheshire cat. I couldn’t help but feel awkward; no words had been spoken. We both stood there in the eerie silence of the kitchen. Her smile was creeping me out, like seriously she never smiles that big for this long much less stare at another person. She clapped her hands together as she started walking closer to me. 

She stopped inches from me and squealed before she hugged me with strength I had no idea she had.

"Finally! It’s about time you start planning for my grandchildren! I just can't wait. The children will no doubt be beautiful! Oh my, oh my, Vegeta will be such a good daddy, don't you think?" She gushed wildly as she continued to squeeze the life out of me. 

I felt my face heat up in embarrassment as I also tried to pry away from her death grip. "Mom, that's not at all what's happening." I tried to defend myself, it was bad enough she had stumbled upon the cursory affair. I had a feeling I wasn’t going to get to see Vegeta until the androids made an appearance.  

She giggled and pulled back holding me at arms length a twinkle in her eye, "That's what you think, trust me. That's what I thought about your father and I. Now look where we are, we have two beautiful daughters and the one before me is the smartest woman I know." She explained ecstatically.

Another giggle escaped her lips and she released her grip on me. She closed her eyes before she hastily turned around; heading back toward the broken glass. She glanced over her shoulder and tossed me a wink as she bent over to start picking up the bigger pieces of glass while humming here comes the bride.

Feeling just as awkward as before, I decided I'm better off going to my room; it was better than standing idly by to watch her pick up the broken platter. The walk to my room was taking longer than I remembered, I stared at the framed pictures that lined the stairwell but I didn’t register any of the faces. When I finally made it to my room I risked a glance at Vegeta's room, just two doors away from mine. 

Immediately I started to wonder what he was doing behind his closed door. He was probably showering or maybe he just straight went to 'bed'. It was hard for me to say since I left him in a pretty flustered state of mind. Chuckling to myself I open my own door, I ignore the disheveled state of my room as I stroll over to my vanity; pulling the drawer open I pull out my handy pack of cigarettes.

 After selecting one of the lined soldiers I looked in the drawer for a lighter and to my dismay I couldn’t find one. I tossed the pack back in the drawer in frustration and searched the top of the vanity. I chaotically inspected the disorganized mess with no luck. I reached for my makeup organizer and I sighed in relief as I finally found a bright red lighter mingling with my eyeliner pencil. I quickly lit the cigarette that was waiting at my lips. After the night I had I needed a breather. I relax as I exhale the first puff, I gently place the lighter in the drawer with the accompanying pack of cigarettes, closing it with a steady hand. 

I swivel on my heel as I walk towards my balcony door, with little effort I pull the sliding door open and step out into the humid night. I leaned against the rail while I smoked. I allowed my mind to filter through my crazy day; it had started out normal to say the least. I was originally livid with the saiyan prince before tonight. I hadn't caught a glimpse of him since the gravity room fiasco; that had been months ago. 

I spent the majority of the day helping my father with another capsule project and after eating dinner with my parents I retired to my room. I had settled into my bed with my laptop; several blueprints scattered around me as I worked. Even though I was upset at the man I knew he couldn’t ignore me forever so I was going over the different training bot algorithms. He would need the upgrades soon enough and I would be one step ahead, if I hadn’t been working on those upgrades I wouldn’t have wandered downstairs for a late night snack. 

Remembering the impromptu meal I really felt like I had made some progress with the saiyan; I sighed as I stubbed my cigarette. 

Goosebumps rose to my skin as I relived the feeling of Vegeta’s calloused touch as he drew me into a heavily anticipated kiss. It was a shame that Yamcha just had to grace us with his presence after I had finally made a calculated step in my strategy to get to know the saiyan. Annoyed, I flick the butt into the tin on the ground; I mean come on why did he have to come over this late and why the hell had my mom let him in?  

I was also majorly confused as to why my mom was carrying a giant empty glass platter this late at night. The questions whirling around were making my head hurt, I need a shower. 

Groaning, I walk back into my room, closing the door behind me. I step around the scattered clothes on my floor as I make my way towards the bathroom. I flick on the light and turn towards the shower. I adjust the knobs making sure to set it to the perfect temperature, hot but not scalding. If it had been any other night Vegeta and I would no doubt be on the kitchen table right now, I would probably be having the best sex of my life; instead, I'm taking a shower, alone.

 I had no clue when I’d get to see Vegeta again, I highly doubt he would come to me. He may have made the first move but I was going to have to take the lead and I was trying to think of ways to keep the prince's attention. He wasn’t like normal men. I couldn't just dress up and make myself irresistible; no, he was too proud to come crawling to me. The thought made a smile appear on my face, this was definitely a challenge.

Looking at the mirror, I not only noticed the steam around the edges, clouding the mirror, but also myself. My hair was slightly ruffled, and my lips were still slightly swollen. My smile only grew bigger, Vegeta had done this and he definitely won't be able to resist me for too long. Yet on the other hand, I didn't know if I was willing to wait; it had taken forever for him to make this move.

 Shaking off the question I reassured myself that no matter what Vegeta and I were going to be alone together, eventually. I happily stripped out of my clothes; stepping into the shower I sigh in relief as I let the water cascade down my body, relaxing into the hot stream. Maybe Vegeta's taking a shower too, I giggle as I thought about the problem he might be dealing with.

 "Poor guy." I said out loud to amuse myself.

(Vegeta's POV)

I would be in my room by now if I hadn't been stopped by Bulma's father, he had multiple papers in his hands; even though he was dressed in the ridiculous striped night clothes that he called pajamas. He had asked if I had a moment and before I could turn him down he started rambling. 

An awkward situation due to my problem down below, but the professor didn't even seem to notice as he just continued his speech; on and on he went explaining upgrades that he was planning for the gravity room. Had it been any other time I might have actually been listening instead of thinking of the man's daughter. Which was the cause of the awkward situation I am currently dealing with.

"Vegeta, young man, are you listening to me?" I meet the old man's gaze slightly put back by the pink hue to the whites of his eyes but I nod my head in an affirmative manner. He just smiled and continued on, I glared ahead at the stairs in front of me, unconsciously replaying the lascivious moment between the blue-haired temptress and I. As the man babbled on, I was envisioning his daughter in some indecent positions; only pulled from my stupor after he patted my shoulder, “See you in the morning, boy!” 

When the old man brushed past me I swiftly left, still questioning myself as to why I had stopped in the first place. I made it back to my own room in a quick manner and as soon as I was inside I groaned in frustration, sliding down the door until I was sitting on the floor. I palmed at my erection; still imagining how I could have Bulma in my bed writhing in pleasure under me. Groaning again I realize that I really wanted to do something about this but at the same time, I knew it would be best if I ignored these urges all together; she was a bad distraction.

As I thought back to the events prior, full regret started to set in; I shouldn’t have kissed that woman, and I definitely shouldn’t have allowed her to be so close to me. I needed her to fear me, instead I’ve allowed her to feel, dare I say,  comfortable in my presence. I know I should make her feel subordinate, she should obey me and not act as my equal. Frustrated, I unknowingly sought out where that wicked woman’s energy was; from what I could tell she was close. She was probably in her own room. A grin makes its way on my face, I could go and force her into subordination; my mind racing with a multitude of ideas. 

With her stubbornness it wouldn’t be easy to get her to obey me, but I like the challenge the feisty woman provided. Shaking my head I wipe the grin off my face; I fought a hard battle of wills, telling myself now is not the time for this nonsense. I quickly reminded myself that I need to focus on training, I had yet to achieve my goal of super saiyan. 

The only person holding me back is myself and she really is to blame for this situation. I can never truly focus, everything she does fuels my problem; she is a distraction with her nonsense. Yet I was still arguing with myself anyway, all because of some stupid, loud-mouth, earth woman. All those months of self seclusion did nothing to aid me in my situation; ultimately I still lost control in the kitchen.

I should have just eaten my dinner and gone to my room. I should have shoved her arms away from me, forcing her back to remind her of her place. I shouldn't have been distracted by that blue-haired beauty. I should have put up a stronger front, damn vixen.

I stood up making my way towards my bathroom, a good thing about the compound is that every bedroom had its own bathroom adjoined with it. As soon as I stomped into the tiled room I stripped my training shorts off before I turned on the light. Stepping in the shower I turn the water to the coldest setting. It felt so refreshing I couldn't help but sigh in relief as my problem slowly yet surely started going down. The cold water quickly got rid of the evidence that proved just how distracting the woman was becoming.

Basking in the cold water I start to ponder on what my training should consist of now, I plan for a full night's rest. Knowing that as soon as I woke up I needed to demand upgrades before going back to gravity training. I shouldn't have been distracted by Bulma. I need to focus on becoming stronger, surpassing that ignorant third-rank imbecile. The boy from the future said that those blasted androids managed to kill every single last one of us, including myself and I won't let that happen. 

That boy may have had off colored hair but it was evident he was at least half saiyan, one that could transform into a Super Saiyan nonetheless; rage churned inside of me. I can’t believe two inferior people reached the ultimate power form. One that should be reserved only for the elite class, not third-ranks and obvious half-breeds.

It was a tormenting reminder that there were supposedly only two full blooded saiyans left, that fool Kakarot and myself. I forced down several emotions that I should have never allowed myself to bring forth. In the end I know the only thing that matters is that I am a warrior and just as all the long forgotten saiyan warriors of my race, I will fight with every last breath. Those androids have no clue who they are about to face, I am the Prince, I shall prevail over all of them. I continued to speculate on what the future battle would entail.

Did those androids kill Bulma; the thought made a distressing shiver run down my spine. I tried to ignore the troublesome ache I felt in my chest, resting my forehead against the tile wall I groaned in frustration. 

Why is this happening to me? 

I shouldn't feel this way, it's foreign and I don't like it. Any thought of that blue-haired woman only brings forth emotions I didn't even know existed and the hard to forget emotions I am very well associated with. Moving my hand to the nozzle I turn the water to its hottest setting. My body quickly readjusts to the dramatic shift in temperature.

This emotion was nothing like the others I have successfully shut down in the past. I internalized the feeling knowing I need to learn how to suppress this particular perturbation. It will be my downfall and I didn't want to have to deal with any more complications. I am too strong for any of these weak feelings.

I let my body bask in the heat of the water, steam clouded the room. I listened to the steady stream of water as it hit the tiled floor of the shower. Eventually, I scrubbed my body of dirt that I knew was there. As soon as I had finished the task I turned off the water slightly powering up to dry off my body. I hate using drying cloths. I flick the lights off in the bathroom and I slowly make my way to my bed.

I stared down at the mattress before allowing myself to collapse onto the cloud-like surface. It was a battle within itself to try and will myself to go to sleep; absently hoping that maybe tomorrow I will finally reach super Saiyan, or better yet, get into a satisfying argument with the blue haired-woman. 

It’s the strangest feeling, when I’m around that woman the instinct to flee was too strong. Her face flushed red in frustration flashes to the forefront of my mind. Even though such thoughts were truly unwarranted a grin pulled at the corner of my lips. She was a fatal disease it seemed; one pure of heart. The sickening fact of the matter is it fueled my desire towards her. I could feel a brooding fire start to burn in my lower abdomen. I tried to will it away only gifting myself rage. She was a tempting specimen. Apparently the only thing I could think of were our past casual games of insults as I tried to fall asleep. To say I dreaded this emotion I was dealing with was an understatement; it is proving to be the hardest internal battle that I have ever dealt with.

Unlike any battle I had ever faced, this was a war of wills. I played defensively as the hard thoughts in my mind were interrupted with obscene images. My mind was obviously slipping through some cracks as I could suddenly visualize the blue-haired vixen with her legs wrapped around my waist; her face contorted in pleasure. I couldn’t help but groan in frustration, why was I having such a difficult time battling these thoughts. Never in my life has this ever been a problem, Earth is doing something to me. 

I don’t like it but my body was still reacting to my very vivid imagination. To distract myself I racked my brain bringing forth several intense flashbacks from my past life. Locked deep in the recesses of my mind I remember plenty of brutal images; bodies scattering the scorched ground of ruined planets. I was immersed with the recollection of my past assignments, it was like I could hear the terrified screams of the victims. The gruesome memories bring forth a moment of subconscious recognition. It almost felt like I was back in those moments, my aching muscles helped keep up the illusion that my past was present and with that to distract myself it finally felt like my mind was edging toward sleep.

(Bulma's POV)

My shower was far too enjoyable. I turned off the water with a relaxed sigh, knowing I had spent more time under the temperate water than I originally intended. Before stepping out I reached for the towels that should have been there, hanging on the rack; which they weren’t. Shrugging my shoulders I stood in the shower for a moment longer, I made sure to ring most of the water out my hair. I waited a minute to allow some water to slowly dribble off my soaked body before I felt confident that I wasn’t dripping wet. I walked out of the bathroom, my body quickly covered in goosebumps as the cool air met my moist skin.

 I glanced over at my alarm clock on my dresser, confirming my suspicions, what felt like only five minutes turned into half an hour under that magical jet spray shower head. I felt a shiver run down my spine but I didn't mind; if it had been any cooler I think I would have been bothered by it. Walking over to my closet I grab a new towel for my body and a microfiber towel for my hair. As I dried off I walked over to my dresser pulling out a simple pair of plain black underwear, bikini style. Then I grabbed a big t-shirt; which just so happened to previously belong to Vegeta. As I stood tall with my ensemble of clothes in hand I met my own gaze in the dresser’s mirror, as I looked over my naked appearance I thought about the moment I shared with the stubborn saiyan in the kitchen, I smiled to myself before remembering how fleeting the encounter had been. 

My face dropped as I seriously dwindled on that fact. I couldn’t help but worry that after such an event I probably would have very little run-ins with the man. We didn’t even kiss on my balcony and he disappeared for almost two months before he returned to the compound. I reminded myself that good things happen to those who wait; it’s best not to stress about this, I had to keep a clear mind. 

I lazily threw on my sleeping clothes and wrapped my hair in the microfiber cloth. I turned back to my bed. My laptop was still open and papers scattered the mattress. I roll my eyes at my own absent mindedness as I gather the papers up into a not so neat pile. I shut my laptop and stack the papers on top; gathering everything into my arms. I maneuver around the room to my ‘desk’ and lay the work on top of the already crowded work area. Satisfied with a task well done I turned back towards my bathroom. 

I stood in front of the mirror with a smile on my face. I pulled the towel from my head and lightly scrunched the rest of the water from my hair. I discarded the towel and reached for my luxury curl cream. My routine was tedious but I really do everything to keep my hair looking immaculate. After diffusing my hair I tossed myself a wink. I think this style has been my favorite by far. I looked damn-good with the shoulder length wavy curls. If only beauty could get you everything I absentmindedly think in the back of my mind. I finished my routine by massaging a little hair oil into every strand before tying my hair up into a high ponytail. It almost looked like there was a blue pineapple atop my head but I had learned it’s the best way to sleep with this particular style. 

With a sigh of relief I flick off the bathroom lights. I eagerly skip toward my bed, turning off my lamp before I pounce onto my thankfully cleared mattress. 

I wrestled with the blankets until I felt comfortable. I snuggled up against my nice fluffy, silk cased pillow, ready to get some sleep but I couldn’t keep my mind from racing. My whole life men have practically begged for a chance with me, the heiress to Capsule Corps. It had always annoyed me but now that I wanted Vegeta to pursue after me I felt hypocritical. Of course he wasn’t like any other eligible bachelor on my planet, he wasn’t going to obnoxiously make his desires known. I knew in this case it had to be the other way around; I was the one pinning after him obviously. It was strange to have my role reversed.

What if I completely stop pestering him, would we spend all our time ignoring each other?

I felt my heart sink a little in my chest, I wasn't going to let that happen. I knew that if I left him alone he would have nothing to do with me. I kept going back to our earlier interaction in the kitchen, I couldn’t forget the intensity I felt in the moment. He made that first move on my balcony and after months of practically ignoring me he was the one who initiated both of our kisses tonight. 

I had to remind myself I was the one who just so happened to stumble upon him in the kitchen. I was the one being very bold this evening, exercising my own suggestive experimentation; I couldn’t help myself. I went out of my comfort zone, I was expecting to be pushed away but he let me be close to him. I enjoyed the man's company. I knew very little of his past but I was not ignorant; he is a very dangerous man who could kill me with the flick of a finger but in that moment I truly felt relaxed. 

I remembered how it felt to have his hands trailing along my figure. The hands that could literally destroy planets, fueled a fire within my very being that burned with an intensity that I had never felt.

I wanted to go to him, I wanted to crawl into his bed and show him what he was missing out on; maybe the only push he needed was someone to show him what it meant to have something to fight for. Even if that something was simply carnal satisfaction, one that might lean towards feelings for another. I felt my heart pounding in my chest at an erratic pace as anxiety gnawed at my mind. I am clearly delusional; Vegeta allowing another individual to care for him. 

I quickly derailed my thought process, focusing on the more rational side of things. Vegeta said he needed the chamber to be upgraded so I mentally marked up my list of parts I‘ll need in the morning. Hopefully the Prince will let me in despite our most recent encounter. I remind myself that if he tries to lock himself in the gravity room I’ll just engage the emergency shut down to get the upgrades installed.

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 It was hopeless, I continued to toss and turn for what felt like an eternity before I was fed up with myself. Time was endlessly ticking by and my nerves were sparking by the passing second. I knew if I didn’t take this opportunity right now that I would probably never have another chance. Vegeta was sure to be in his room and I was going to go and set something straight; I tossed my blanket off my body and I jumped out of my bed. My mind had given me some much-needed confidence, so I marched over to my door. 

I opened it slightly to peer out into the dark hallway. There was no sign of anybody anywhere, and the house seemed quiet enough. I convinced myself that I was just going to go and tell Vegeta that if he wanted a chance with me he would have to make the move. Then I would simply mosey my way back to my own room. Hopefully if everything went according to plan it would be enough to allow myself some sleep.

I slowly crept out into the hallway fully aware that I was only wearing an oversized shirt and underwear. I was in front of Vegeta's door in only a couple of steps, I knocked lightly. I got no response but I wasn't going to give up that easily so with a steady hand I went to turn the door knob. To my surprise his door was unlocked, I slowly opened it to look inside the room. It was difficult to see in the dark but with the moonlight from the window I could still make out Vegeta's sleeping form. 

He was sprawled atop the comforter on the flat on his stomach, and I could hear what sounded like a slight snore; apparently the saiyan liked to sleep nude. I felt my heart pounding, internally I was screaming at myself to go back to my own room. Yet I was too curious, so I let myself in; making sure to close the door softly behind me. I scanned the room and diligently mapped my way to the other side of his bed. I carefully walked to my planned position on the opposite side of his mattress; not bumping into anything thanks to the fact the saiyan seemed to keep things tidy.

The plan that I had formulated not even minutes beforehand was slowly being derailed. I may have built up plenty of confidence but as I looked down at the sleeping man anxiety gnawed at my mind. I had no clue how to wake up a man like Vegeta, he could easily react in a heinous manner. I swallowed the bullet of fear stuck in my throat, I sat myself on the bed keeping a slight distance from him, careful not to disturb his sleep. 

I was well aware that I was allowing myself to steep to low levels.

I stared at the warriors’ bareback, tempting and bared in front of me. I was right about one thing. The warrior was in fact sleeping naked. As I admired the mans’ scared back I couldn't help but wonder how many battles the man had fought. A familiar heat began to pool in my abdomen and full realization dawned on me as I took into account my actions. I felt slightly embarrassed and I began questioning my original intentions.

 Why was I even in here?

Instead of answering my own questions I carefully laid myself down next to Vegeta. I enjoyed the silence as I analyzed his sleeping face, it made my heart swell. This is the face I wanted to wake up next to, I could feel it deep within my heart. I couldn't contain my smile. I felt like a love-sick teenager. I fully regained composure when Vegeta grunted, I held my breath as I watched him shift his body against the mattress. I was curious as to what he was dreaming about. I noticed as sweat started to gather on his brow and he grunted again, this time completely shifting his body so he was on his side; his body facing towards me. 

Greedily I let my eyes scan his chest, I was infatuated with all his scars. It showed just how strong of a man he is; I left a mental note to myself to ask him about them. I wanted to hear every single story. All reason flew out the window as I absent-mindedly let my hand reach out to slowly trace the newest scar down his chest. This one, I believe, is the beginning of our story, if he would have never gotten hurt would I still have allowed myself to care? I let the question sit in my mind as I stared at my finger; watching it as it lazily traced the lines on the sleeping saiyans’ chest. 

I eyed a small circular scar before tracing over  it with my finger; it was right above his heart. I sighed lightly before I laid my palm flat against the slightly raised skin. I tensed slightly when I heard a moan escape past his lips, my eyes instantly fixated on his face in the dim moonlight.

His eyebrows were furrowed and his cheek was twitching, it still appeared as if he was in a deep sleep. I relaxed at the notion, allowing my eyes to scan not only his chest but the rest of his body, that's when I discovered what he must have been dreaming about. I bit my lip as I looked down at his cock, casually hard between his legs. I went to reach for it but stopped myself. 

I couldn't do this, he was asleep and I have no clue who he could be dreaming about. I let out a sigh, shifting my body just a little bit closer to Vegeta. We weren’t touching but I could feel his body heat radiating toward me, reminding me that he was an alien. Suddenly I was wishing that he was holding me in his arms. 

As I creepily stared at my alien house guest, I started to think about how things might have played out differently, instead of turning out the way they had. Had I been dealt a better hand I might have been invited into his room rather than being perverted. Instead I had allowed myself into his private space; without his permission. "Oh, Vegeta," I whispered more to myself than anything, I noticed his lips twitching up into a grin. 

Curious as to what I could possibly get away with I started tracing my finger against the scars on his chest once more while I allowed my other hand to play with my own chest. A girl has to have a little fun somehow and being this close to Vegeta in such a state; I desperately wanted to save some mental images for myself. I felt my nipple harden under my slight ministrations, I couldn't help but let out a tiny huff.

I halted my movements as Vegeta shifted again, adjusting his body so he was laying flat on his back. I watched as his erection slightly twitched up and without thinking I let the hand that had once been playing with his chest drop to slowly wrap around his cock. He had a reason to be as arrogant as he was, his cock felt heavy in my hand and compared to the cool air around us it felt like he was on fire. Vegeta didn't startle in his sleep so I decided to play just a little bit more, I gently stroked his cock watching his face to gauge for a reaction.

The anxiety I had felt earlier disappeared as I watched his cheek twitch as he mumbled what sounded like my name; I had to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning. I squeezed his cock before releasing it, yup, he was probably dreaming about me. I stopped my ministrations on my chest to cup the heat growing between my own legs. Kami, I wish this night had gone in a completely different direction. 

I sat up and looked down at Vegeta. I needed to leave before he woke up, I would save my initial plan for tomorrow morning. I had already gone far enough with my own perverse actions. I reminded myself how awkward the situation would be if he were to wake up but I continued to stare at the sleeping warrior. He appeared so calm in his sleep and instinctively I bent down to place a small kiss to his lips. To my surprise, I felt his lips move against my own. I jerked back slightly only to be met with Vegeta's fierce charcoal stare.

(Vegeta's POV)

I woke up the instant I heard a light knock at my door, I knew it was the woman and I chose to ignore it. I was now painfully aware of my dream, I knew for a fact it involved that blasted woman and a bed. I tried to will myself back to sleep when I heard the door open slightly, I grunted in frustration. I went through my options, I could yell at her to leave or just pretend to be asleep and ignore her; I chose the latter. 

When the door shut I felt slightly relieved thinking she had left, that was until I heard her hushed footsteps. I kept my eyes screwed shut as I felt the mattress shift. I knew Bulma was next to me, her smell assaulted my senses. I felt cemented in place, I could feel her staring at me. I was uncomfortable with my position; paralyzed while shameless anxiety crawls over my body, prickling my skin.

Internally I was berating myself, I should have yelled at her when I heard the knock at the door. I felt the mattress shift but I focused on her light breathing. I tried to gather my thoughts but I didn't know what to do. I'm confused yet intrigued as to why she's here and I am frustrated with myself for wanting her to stay. 

The evidence for what I had been dreaming about throbbed between my legs, it was painfully pressed into the mattress. The woman was bold enough to come into my room, I wondered what her intentions truly were. I grunted as I shifted off my stomach and to my side, facing towards the woman. I could hear a slight hitch in her breath and I continued to feign unconsciousness. I had to stop myself from tensing up when I felt her cool touch against my chest. I was not accustomed to soft touches, my heart began to race as her finger continued to trace along my chest. 

I was arguing with myself again, I know I should shove her hand away and demand her to leave but I wasn’t acting on that. I mentally tracked along with her finger, an indescribable feeling building in my chest as she traced above the scar-left from my death on the blasted planet Namek. Her cool hand against my skin allowed illicit images to flash into my mind, a groan escaping through my gritted teeth. 

The woman tensed slightly before she withdrew her hand from my chest and I was berating myself for craving the touch elsewhere. I felt her shift closer to me on the mattress. It was remarkable how bold the woman seemed to be, curiosity held me still as I wondered why the woman was in my quarters to begin with. I still believed if I continued to feign unconsciousness she would lose interest and leave, but she was still here daring to lay in my bed while I'm presumed to be asleep. I could feel her eyes on me again and I began to anticipate her next move. The silence of the room breaks as she quietly utters my name. My lips curved into a grin before I clenched my jaw, I didn’t want to give myself away.

Her fingers returned to my chest and I bit back a hiss at her cool touch. I had to admit the woman’s actions were shameless and as much as I wanted to see how bold she could be I knew I shouldn’t allow this to go any further. I forced myself to shift over and away from her touch, to lay on my back; still acting as if I was asleep. I couldn’t ignore the scent of her, she was so close; practically right in front of me. It was hard to overlook my problem when her presence fueled more blood to flow downstairs.

I was ripped from my battle of wills when I suddenly felt her grip my cock; I unknowingly forced myself to stiffen every single one of my muscles. I should have expected her vulgarity, the tension in my muscles ebbed away as she slowly stroked me. Her name falls from my lips absentmindedly, I gritted my teeth as she squeezed my cock lightly before pulling away. As soon as her hand left me I wanted it back. I was upset with myself for being awake because if this was simply a dream it would be a lot easier to handle, but I knew this was the reality I was cursed to live in.

I felt her body lift from the mattress, hopefully her confidence had run out and she was probably leaving. I didn’t want to be annoyed at the thought of her leaving; I gritted my teeth harder. No, I want her to leave, I don’t need to feed into this; I am a prideful man. I shouldn’t allow myself such mindless indulgences. 

My resolve broke when I suddenly felt her lips on mine, what little control I had left completely fled in that shameless moment; I allowed myself to kiss back.

It lasted not even a minute before she pulled back; her ocean-deep eyes met my own in the moon-lit room. I saw a fire behind them, something snapped inside of me, I lost all resolve. I had no intention of letting the fire I witnessed in her hungry eyes burn out. I moved swiftly, pinning the fearless woman beneath me on the mattress; I crashed our lips together, instigating a desperate kiss. I felt her arms wrap around my neck and I groaned at the feeling of her cool skin in contrast to my burning body. 

Her nails lightly scraped against my shoulders as I licked her bottom lip, she instantly let me in and I allowed myself to explore the taste of the magnificent beauty that lay beneath me. She was the closest thing to heaven that I believe I'll ever get to and I was thoroughly enjoying the sweetness of it. I ground my hips against her abdomen and it felt like pure bliss; I wasn't going to let this opportunity slip through my fingers. I felt Bulma shift her hips a little bit before she started to grind herself against me; I was positive this would satisfy my hunger.

This carnal indulgence was so pure, too rare to let escape. I’m undeniably chosen to bear witness to this earthly goddess. I’m done fighting my self-control. I’ve practically sold my soul for this one chance. Just to have this one kiss, a singular taste of this blue Madonna; then I won’t have this troublesome curiosity towards her anymore.

(Bulma POV)

I'd always thought that being under Vegeta like this would be violent and slightly painful; instead being under Vegeta was comparable to being a treasure chest just having been found by a ruthless pirate who had spent too long seaking its gold. He was excited and rough but teasingly slow. Vegeta's back rippled under my hands and I couldn't help but moan through our continuous kiss. I never imagined that kissing Vegeta would be so engaging either. Our tongues were battling in a war of dominance, it was a win-lose situation on my part because no matter the situation I wanted to allow myself to be dominated by the Saiyan Prince. Our hips seemed to be grinding against each other in unison and I wanted to stay in this position forever. However, Vegeta tore himself from the kiss and started to nip at my neck.

I felt him shift slightly, his hand suddenly at my side, softly tracing my thigh with little spirals. I dug my fingernails into his back as I anticipated the action of his calloused fingers. I felt his hand steadily lift my shirt up just enough to allow his fingers to travel farther up my side. As his hand slipped underneath the oversized material goosebumps rose to my skin, his hot touch making me shiver in anticipation. The sensation of his teeth grazing my neck combined with his too soft touch proved one thing to me; I wanted more. I whimpered out Vegeta's name and in turn, I heard him groan against my neck. 

I felt the heat of his body leave my own but before I could vocalize my displeasure I felt his hands grabbing at the bottom of my shirt. He made quick work to pull it up and over my head before he crashed himself against me once again. His mouth continued its assault on my neck. His teeth grazed almost every square inch, occasionally staying in one particular spot to suckle. He allowed one of his hands to travel along my breast, he pinched ever so slightly on my left nipple before twisting; it was like he knew how to press all my buttons. I couldn't help but allow another moan to escape from my lips.

I felt him slowly kiss up the side of my neck before he was at my ear. He gave the top of my ear a slight nip before he whispered in a disheveled tone, "What is it that you want from me?"

 I had to bite my tongue from saying love, I knew Vegeta didn't want to love me. I knew he didn't want me to care; I tried to ignore the full extent of what I wanted. So instead I told him with utter confidence, "I want to be ravished by you." He groaned in response, expressing his appreciation by squeezing my side just rough enough. I expected him to respond with some snarky comment but instead, he just crashed his lips back onto mine.

His rough hand moved from my hip and started tracing up and down my leg. His tongue was dancing with my own as his hand traveled on its own curious path. With every other inch, he would squeeze me, making me gasp against his lips. I adjusted my hips so that I could feel his cock against my throbbing core, I felt his erection grind into me, and I couldn't help but let out a strangled moan. I pulled back from the kiss and looked Vegeta straight in the eye, the dark orbs holding my gaze; trapping me forever, "More." My throat was coarse with arousal. 

 Vegeta pulled away and I groaned in protest. I didn't have to wait long before he grabbed my legs that were still wrapped around his hips. He rubbed teasingly up my thighs, his obsidian orbs piercing into my very soul. It felt like wherever he touched me sparked a flame, my body was on fire which only made me crave him more. I felt his fingers pinch the thin material of my underwear, I thought he was going to pull them down; I heard a small snap making me realize that he just destroyed one of my favorite pairs. I wanted to scream at him but I resisted the urge to, instead I chose to give him a sly smirk. I felt the tip of his finger graze against my slickened arousal.

I heard what I thought was a purr of a cat but it was indeed Vegeta. I tensed slightly when he slowly introduced a finger inside of me, I moaned aloud, he was obviously teasing me. Vegeta's chuckle reverberated through the room before suddenly his breath was hot against my ear, "Is this what you mean by more?" His voice held a sly tone to it.

I croaked out a small "No."

I received an aggravated growl from him, his breathing ragged against me.

"Then what is it you want little minx?" he questioned harshly. 

What I wanted was obvious but I couldn't force the words out. I wished time would slow down; I wanted him to draw things out. I was scared that if we rush, I'll never be able to feel this pleasure again. I cringed a little at the thought. I reached my hand out to feel his chest, he was solid muscle and I immediately started to trace his scars like I was earlier tonight.

I groaned in dismay when I felt Vegeta remove his finger from inside of me, instead, he lightly traced around my labia, barely grazing my clit on occasion. "Say what you want, woman, or do you just want me to stop?" He declared grimly.

I licked my dry lips trying to get my brain to string together any coherent sentence, "I want you to take me." I tried to grind myself into his erection but he sat back slightly. 

"You're going to have to be a little more specific woman." He commanded assertively.

I whimper in response. "I want your cock inside of me please, my prince." I pleaded breathlessly.

Once again I heard the purr erupt from his chest before his lips crashed back into mine. I hummed in approval as I felt him rub the tip of his cock against my wet pussy. I buckled against him hoping he would grant me my plea.

He pulled back from the kiss only for me to feel his hot breath against my ear. "As much as I appreciate your request, I think I'm going to take what I want first." He cockily announced.

 I was confused as I felt him pull away to get off the bed, that was until he grabbed my legs and dragged me across the mattress bringing my throbbing pussy to his lips.

I trembled underneath his tongue, he was aggressively lapping at my clit, if it wasn't for his hold on my legs they would be twitching non-stop. My throat was raw from the mantra that was his name continuously rolling off my own tongue. I felt him unwrap his left arm from my leg and his fingers caressed their way toward my center where he continued his onslaught.

I felt a tentative finger tease my entrance before he shoved it inside, he slowly added another finger into my pussy. Another moan tore past my lips, my knuckles were white from grabbing the sheets and I decided to move them to Vegeta's hair. I grabbed his black locks, the strands intertwined between my fingers. I tightened my forceful grip and ground myself harder against his mouth. 

I selfishly hoped this would never end, I felt the vibration of his groan as he continued to eat me like a royal buffet. I was completely disheveled and the time escaped me. I lost myself in the pleasure of his tongue lashing, his skilled fingers curling just right hastily bringing me close to the brink of an orgasm.

"Vegeta," I barely recognized my own voice, "Don’t stop!" I raspily pleaded as his tongue seemed to move at an impossible speed. In an instant I felt myself crash over the edge; my back arched and my thighs locked Vegeta into place, I pulled at his hair as I cried out in bliss. As my body relaxed I laid back into the mattress, he pulled his fingers from my core earning a hiss from me. At my hiss he gingerly lapped at my sensitive core before he dropped my legs as he slowly pulled himself away.

I watched through lidded eyes as he stood up; I could barely see him in the sparse moon-light but I could make out his figure as he stretched his arms up for a brief moment. I closed my eyes, easing my heavy breaths, it has been too long since I’ve had such mindless indulgences. With-out warning, I felt his calloused hands on my hips as he maneuvered me more towards the middle of his bed. I could feel his eyes on me, the light from the moon blocked by his figure and I couldn't make out his expression. I felt him crawl on top of me slowly, once positioned he rubbed the head of his cock against my now sensitive pussy. His hot breath was back over my ear, "I'm not done with you yet woman." He husked confidently.

The shiver I felt down my spine was the equivalent of a thousand-volt shock; as a self taught engineer I would know. 

"I'm all yours Vegeta," I blurted out hastily.

He quickly adjusted himself while he silently instructed me to wrap my legs around his waist. I waited expectantly as I watched him grab his cock. He slowly stroked himself and I bit my lip in anticipation. My body impatiently waiting for him to finally thrust into me. Our eyes locked as I felt him trace the tip of his dick slowly up and down my wet pussy. 

My heart was hampering in my chest, I had been fantasizing this for too long. With a quiet voice I pleaded, "Please Vegeta, just fuck me already." 

The saiyan prince growled before he harshly thrust inside of me; my mind exploding in ecstasy. I threw my head back as he started up a steady rhythm, pulling himself almost all the way out until crushing himself back into me. I wanted to grab something but without Vegeta's hard body, I was stuck gripping the sheets until my knuckles turned white.

I felt one of his hands release its grip on my thigh before he adjusted it so that he could play with my clit. I moaned out his name, the prince kept up the pace for kami knows how long; all I knew is this is what seventh-heaven felt like. I could slowly feel myself inching toward the edge of another orgasm; I knew this was the best night of my thirty-two years of living.

 I wanted to commit to my memory the feeling of his calloused fingertips, he was very precise; yet unmannerly against my clit. The phenomenal sensation of his thrusts I would memorize, I could feel myself edging closer and closer to my second mind-numbing orgasm, gifted from a mass-murder nonetheless. Suddenly I felt Vegeta pull out and he refused to push himself back in. I groaned in protest that ended as a moan with the constant ministrations on my clit.

I wanted to push myself up but I felt like I couldn’t move. I could hardly make out Vegeta's face, the moonlight just barely flashing across his eyes. No coherent words were spoken, just two individuals staring at each other; hot labored breaths left both of our mouths. Small moans poured from my lips thanks to the work of his fingers. I forced my arms to move to push his hand away, mustering the energy to pull myself up. I wrapped my arms around his neck. 

“I didn't tell you to stop.” I whispered breathlessly into his ear, gently nibbling the bottom lobe. 

 He growled and I let out a squeal as his hands harshly grabbed my ass, “And who said you were in control.” he snarled pretentiously. 

 Before I could respond he quickly shoved himself back inside of me, he easily bounced me up and down. I couldn't help but start biting at the base of Vegeta's neck trying to stifle my raw screams.

I could feel the vibrations from the purr emitting from the saiyans’ chest. Without warning he changed his hard and fast rhythm to slow, almost lazy thrust. I threw my head back enjoying the slow movement, savoring every second as if these were my last minutes alive. I sloppily tried to find his lips, eventually, I brought us into a fervent kiss.

I loved the slow pace of his cock sliding in and out of me, especially when he shoved me down to the base. I slowly ground against him, swallowing Vegeta's groan. Our tongues battled while I hastily tried to unwrap my legs from his hips, my goal to steady my feet on the mattress. The effort made was a poor attempt to try and gain slight control. 

I felt one of Vegeta's arms wrap itself completely around my waist as the other hand slipped between us. Vegeta slowly started to play with my clit again while he simultaneously picked up the pace just a little bit. The combined sensation of Vegeta's ministrations on my clit and his thick cock inside of me only pushed me closer and closer to the edge. Without breaking the kiss Vegeta maneuvered us around so he could lay me down on my back. He began thrusting into me in such a manner I couldn't help but break the kiss to allow my jaw to drop and my eyes to roll. I hastily wrapped my legs around Vegeta's waist while his name left my lips like a second mantra.

Suddenly I felt my body seize up as I came a second time with a shout. Vegeta continued to thrust into me; I was aware that my body was being overstimulated but it wasn't long before he grabbed me, crashing my body closer to his muscled form. I felt his hot breath against my ear, I committed to memory the intensity of his groans. When I heard him grunt my name in the deepest timbre I ignored the emotions swelling in my chest as I felt his cock throb, he buried himself as deep as our hips would allow us.

We lay there together both panting heavily. I was surprised that Vegeta was still holding me tight to his chest. This was exactly what I had wanted, it was hard to keep my eyes open. I was on cloud nine; I was so comfortable I couldn’t help but drift towards sleep. His smell would assault my dreams and hopes for some sort of future with the saiyan occupied my mind.