Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Danger in the horizon ❯ Traitor? ( Chapter 23 )

Chapter 23 - Traitor? (NC 17)

Note: I don't own DBZ

Special thanks to: EmberMaxximus (the good vibes worked!), Kapies, Sara, Jadedbest, mizu megami, susan and Kahlan Nightwing.

Warning: This chapter contains sexual situations and if this offends you then do not read this chapter.

She rode him passionately, rocking back and forth, sweat coursing down her body and dripping onto his. Growing tired of the position; Radditz deftly rolled over and placed her roughly on her back, never leaving her body. He pulled her lithe legs onto his shoulders, allowing him to thrust into her warmth more deeply. It had been so long since he had been with a woman and he wanted to enjoy being in control, even if it was only for a short time. Abruptly her body tensed and she screamed out her pleasure pulling him over the edge as well, causing him to release with a roar. Radditz withdrew reluctantly and collapsed beside her flushed and shaking body, realising that her own slight frame could not support his weight.

"Oh god," Lisa panted, still trying to recover. "If I had known about your talents, I would have jumped your bones at lot sooner!"

Radditz smirked and lightly stroked her body with his large hands, ready to start another assault on her body. The distraction Lisa had provided was taking his mind off Bulma, albeit only for a short time. He had discharged himself only hours after meeting Lisa, ignoring the pain in his ribs and jaw, which had been reset and fixed with a metal plate on the bone.

Lisa turned on her side, studying the expression on his face, realising that he was going to start again. It amazed her how little time these Saiyans required to recover, either from injury or sex.

"Don't even thing about it buddy," she chided playfully, "Give me a little time to recover myself, okay?"

"Weakling," he replied, just as playfully.

Lisa frowned at his comment but decided to ignore the insult, for now. "So, Radditz, how much longer are you going to be here for? Are you guys going to stay on until the portal opens again?"

Radditz eyed her suspiciously before replying. "Why do you ask? This encounter is only a temporary thing. I'm not looking for a permanent arrangement with you."

"Oh, it's just I want to have as much fun with you as possible, and," she paused, seductively running a delicate hand across his glistening muscular chest, "I was hoping for the full 11 months."

Radditz grinned. This woman had sex on the brain, perfect for his current needs. "No we won't be staying long. Myself, Prince Vegeta and Nappa will be leaving in a few standard days. We are trying to locate my brother, apparently he is on Earth."

"Damn!" She replied before a quizzical look appeared on her face. "If you don't mind me asking Radditz, but how in the name of God are you going to do that?"

"Vegeta has someone working on it for him, I can't say who though." He suddenly pulled Lisa in close nibbling on her neck, displaying to her that he had given her enough time to recover and wanted more. "Enough questions woman. I don't care if you've recovered or not", he growled covering her body again and sheathing himself in one thrust within her. As he did so, Lisa smirked. This information was invaluable, to the right person…

Bulma turned away from Vegeta's intense gaze and rinsed her mouth out to rid her mouth of the after taste of vomit. She turned back to Vegeta, their eyes locking together, neither willing to be the first to speak and break the spell.

Unusually for Vegeta he spoke first. "Woman, Bulma. Do you have any idea what you are agreeing to?" He rasped.

At the back of his mind he could hear his father, his people voicing their disapproval at his choice of mate. It didn't matter now though. His father, his people, his planet, all dead and gone. He had to go on, to avenge the wrongs of the past. He would go on, spending what remained of his life with this woman who had become part of him.

Bulma closed her eyes for a moment, trying to ignore voices of dismay from her own family and friends in her own mind before replying. "Yes, Vegeta. And I am willing to take the risk."

"If we do this, you and I will be bound until death claims either one of us."

Bulma's calm expression did not alter. "Vegeta, that does not frighten me. All I know is that I want to be with you," she stopped momentarily before continuing, "Everything else is unimportant."

"As that is your final answer, then I will explain our ritual to you." He stopped, lost for words. Vegeta had never really known until this moment how important words could be. "Firstly, we have become bound to each other by the mind. I now know everything about you as you do about me. That is just one part of being bound to each other, but it is the most important part."

"What else?" Bulma interrupted impatiently.

"We will be bound by our bodies." He smirked at this, knowing that finally he would be able to sample the pleasures of Bulma's lush body.

Bulma was stunned into silence, biting back the words that were on the tip of her tongue. Finally……

Vegeta chuckled deep within his throat, able to read her expression like a book. "Don't forget I now can access your every thought, woman. Last, but by no means least we will mark each other, to display our bonded and mated status to others, clearly warning them away. Know this woman, I will not tolerate any man laying his hands on you. Any man does that and he dies, no questions asked."

Bulma remained silent, drinking in the information. The behaviour Vegeta had displayed in the bar was a testament to his possessive nature. Finally she spoke. "So what you are saying, Vegeta, is that if I agree, we do all of that?"

"You have already agreed, woman. To be my lifemate, bound by body, mind and soul, Bulma, as I will be yours."

"Can I think about it for just a little longer?" she joked weakly.

Vegeta growled, not amused by at her stab at humour. He knew that she had a million and one questions to put to him, but decided that they could wait.

Vegeta took her silence as acquiescence and responded by pulling her body close and kissing her deeply, winding his tail around her waist. A feeling of warmth washed over both of them, their minds touching once again and this time, Bulma did not draw back from the images she saw.

Bulma moaned as he pulled himself reluctantly away from her lips, desperately wanting more. "Wait woman," he growled, just as eager as her to go further. "First we must find way of you marking me, as you are such a weakling who does not have any ki to speak of…."

"I will try to ignore that totally inaccurate description of me for now, Vegeta," Bulma warned.

He ignored the angry look in her eyes and continued. "Normally the mark is made by ki directed on the back of the neck to make the mark, but, as you do not have the ability, it is acceptable that you mark my neck with some type of cutting tool."

Bulma thought carefully for a moment. "I have a small knife, is that acceptable?"

"Yes. Go and get it." Vegeta was attempting unsuccessfully, to keep the anticipation from his voice.

Bulma unsteadily rose to her feet, entering the bedroom and rifling through drawers for the small elaborate dagger, engraved with images of dragons around the hilt contained within one of them. It had been a strange going away gift from Chi Chi, of all people. Chi Chi had felt that as Bulma had no reasonable level of ki she should have something to protect herself with. Bulma remembered laughing at the very notion, but accepted it anyway, thanking Chi Chi for the thought. Now it seemed as if the little dagger would have some use after all.

As she grabbed it, the stench of vomit assaulted her nostrils, reminding her that she would need to clean it up. Grabbing a small capsule from another drawer, she popped it open to reveal a small cleaning bot. Bulma switched it on, setting the command to clean the puddle of vomit on the carpet.

She hesitated before going back into the bathroom, trying brush aside the tiny doubts she had about this arrangement. What would her family think? Her friends? The feelings she had for Vegeta were too deep to ignore though, and this revelation startled her. Bulma had thought that she had loved Yamcha once but found out too late that he did not share the same deep feelings. Their parting had been mutual but had broken her heart. It was obvious that the budding relationship between herself and Vegeta was very different. It was not based on love, not yet.

Bulma tentatively re entered the bathroom to find that Vegeta had turned the shower on again, the steam rising and obscuring him from her view. "Vegeta?"

The only answer she got was a pair of strong arms lifting her effortlessly into the shower, clothes and all. Before she knew it, her clothes were completely soaked through. "Asshole! What the hell do you think you are doing?"

Vegeta smirked as he emerged from the steam and entered the shower behind her, carefully prising the little dagger from her grip, depositing it on the floor outside the shower, just in case she tried to attack him with it in retaliation for being unceremoniously dumped in the shower.. The bonding marks could be taken care of after what he had in mind. The reason that he had asked her to get the dagger was just a diversionary tactic, letting him keep the upper hand.

He nuzzled her neck, murmuring, "You needed cleaning up, woman. You may find being covered in grease and vomit a turn on, however, I do not." He then slowly started stripping the wet clothes from her body, causing her body to shudder involuntarily. Bulma flushed, both angry at his insult and embarrassed at her nakedness in front of Vegeta. The only man she had revealed her body to before was Yamcha. He was also the only man she had ever slept with and these facts made her very nervous.

Vegeta turned her to face him, lazily running his eyes over her body, drinking in every curve, slightly surprised at her modesty. "You have nothing to be ashamed of, woman," he whispered hoarsely. "Neither do you." Bulma countered as she raised an eyebrow, attempting to be as comfortable as he was but unfortunately betraying herself by trembling.

Vegeta did not answer, he simply grabbed the soap and started washing her trembling body, making slow circular movements over her entire body. To him Bulma's body was everything he expected and more. He softly moved his fingertips over her supple body, memorising her curves and soft creamy skin, his member stiffening with anticipation. Even waiting 4 days to have her had been like an eternity.

Bulma, although at first a little timid became bolder and reciprocated the sensations Vegeta was giving to her, running her hands over his body. She then delicately encircled his arousal with her hands, moving up and down, causing Vegeta to groan and grasp her waist with his tail and pull her body closer to his.

"I can't wait any longer, woman. I must have you now," he growled, capturing her lips in an almost violent kiss, making Bulma whimper under the force of his lips. Vegeta then trailed his mouth down her neck, making Bulma shiver in delight at his touch. Vegeta continued to tease her hot wet skin with kisses, before torturously descending on her full breasts, alternately sucking and licking her sensitive nipples, forcing them into little hardened peaks, one hand stroking her back while the other descended between her thighs, forcing them apart and slowly pushing two of his fingers into her wet heat. Gently he pumped his fingers in and out, enjoying the feeling of Bulma's womanhood growing wetter under his ministration. Warmth began to spread through her body, building molten fire between her trembling thighs.

"Uhhhhh, Vegeta, don't stop," she moaned, arching her back and grabbing his neck to bring him in even closer. Vegeta removed his hand from between her thighs earning a disappointed groan from Bulma. Then, without moving his lips from her breasts he lifted her up and instinctively Bulma wound her long legs around his hips grinding herself against his arousal, demonstrating her desire to have him inside her and causing him to groan with need. "Woman, you will be the death of me, I swear," he murmured against her breasts as he pinned her against the wall of the shower, his muscular arms keeping Bulma from slipping down. Vegeta realised that this session was going to be quick, but he knew that he had all night to make this woman his own.

With a quick thrust, he sheathed himself into Bulma's warmth, almost losing it as he entered. She was so wet and tight he could barely contain himself. Slowly he regained his control, lazily thrusting in and out, continuing to lick her nipples, heightening his and Bulma's pleasure. Bulma moaned out her satisfaction, urging Vegeta to go faster and harder. She moved her hands from around his neck, slowly moving to the base of his tail, stroking and rubbing. Vegeta groaned loudly once more as Bulma's hands touched his tail, making him increase the speed of his thrusts. He lifted his mouth from her breasts and their eyes met and locked together as he continued to thrust quickly thrust into Bulma, neither willing to look away first.

Suddenly, the molten fire building within her erupted. Bulma tensed and she screamed out Vegeta's name as her release came, the waves of warmth washing over her again and again. Vegeta felt her muscles massage him as he continued to thrust, trying to keep going as long as possible. Barely a few moments later, Vegeta growled at his own release, holding Bulma close to him and tenderly brushing aside the wet tendrils of hair sticking to her face. Bulma cupped her hands on his face, kissing him softly as their emotions and thoughts washed over each other, prolonging the sensations of pleasure, unexpected tears of joy escaping from the corner of her blue eyes. I want to be with you forever……

Carefully, Lisa rolled over in her bed and checked to see if Radditz had finally succumbed to a deep sleep. His breath was deep and slow. Slowly, she moved from the bed and made her way into the bathroom, jumping into the shower for a quick clean up. As she rinsed off the sweat, Lisa smiled. It had taken some time for the sleeping pills to take effect, but finally they had. She had been forced to use many times the normal amount to render Radditz unconscious, but it had been necessary. She had to admit though, that this had been a very gratifying way of squeezing information from Radditz.

Now she had what she required, it could be passed on.

Emerging from the shower, Lisa quickly ran a comb through her snarled dark hair and dressed. On re entering the bedroom, she made another quick check that Radditz was asleep, and then she left her room. "Too easy," she giggled softly, "Poor baby won't know what hit him."

Several moments later, Lisa arrived at the designated meeting point waiting for her contact. As if on cue, a pair of muscular arms wound around her slender waist from behind, drawing her close. "So," a voice drawled languidly, breath falling softly against her neck, "Have you been able to get any useful information from the monkey?"

Lisa grinned and twisted her body around, looking deep into a pair of golden eyes. "I think I have just what you want," she replied.