Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Danger in the horizon ❯ A visitation from the grim reaper ( Chapter 36 )

Chapter 36 - A visitation from the grim reaper

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Bulma was in the midst of a wonderfully erotic dream; she could feel Vegeta's hungry lips devouring her neck in his usual delightful way before she was rudely interrupted by the soft voice of Mr Popo, requesting that she to wake up, for it was time to commence her second day of training.

"It's too…. early," She muttered under her breath, plainly unhappy at loosing her dream so abruptly. The feeling that Vegeta was with her physically had been so very real that Bulma would swear later it was like he was in the room with her. Groaning, Bulma angrily pulled her pillow over her tousled head in a vain attempt to return to the dream world, even if it was only for a few more moments.

Mr Popo gently extracted the soft pillow from Bulma's grasp and dropped it on the floor before nudging her with his hands. "Please Miss Bulma, Kami is waiting."

Bulma finally relented at hearing his words and slowly pulled herself from the bed, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "I'll be there in a few minutes, Mr Popo." She replied, all of her anger dissipating almost at once after seeing his cheerful face.

Mr Popo's face split into a wide grin "Very good, Miss Bulma. I'll let him know." He walked from the room in a quiet, graceful manner, unlike so many people his size.

When he was well out of sight, Bulma felt tempted to just dive back into the bed and return to her dream but decided against it. One did not keep a god waiting when so many important things needed to be done. Even now she still did not accept that she was so important. I wonder what Kami will be teaching me today?

Bulma raked her hands through her long blue hair preparing to step into the small shower and grimaced in pain as her fingers found possibly every knot and tangle, making little pinpricks of pain shoot into her scalp. "Stupid hair," she mumbled as she undressed and stepped into the welcome stream of warm water which splashed down onto her, making her feel semi human again. As Bulma recalled while she washed her tangled mass of hair, the reason that she had grown it in the first place was because Yamcha liked long hair. Before meeting him Bulma had always had a short chin length bob, at once practical and stylish. Now with Yamcha gone, Bulma decided that a big change was in order.

Upon exiting the shower, Bulma wrapped herself in a towel she found hanging next to the stall and rummaged in her bag for a pair of scissors. "Aha!" Came the shout of triumph as she found them. Bulma looked over them carefully and decided to bite the bullet before she lost her nerve using the small scissors to chop through a good-sized chunk of her hair, watching it fall gracefully to the floor.

{Goodbye, Yamcha} she said in her mind as her very last link with him was removed.

She then carried on hacking and chopping away at the tangled mass, smiling each time a hank fell to the floor, faintly wondering if Vegeta would care if she hacked her hair off.

Mr Popo was becoming concerned at Bulma's non-appearance and went in search of her again. "Poor girl, she's probably still very tired after yesterday," he clucked aloud like a concerned parent.

The sight he was greeted with when entering her room for the second time that day was a little on the unusual side to say the least. Bulma was now fully dressed in comfortable workout gear, but surrounding her was a pile of bright blue hair, shorn brutally from her head. Bulma now had a great deal less hair, and being as she was not terribly good at cutting hair, now had a choppy pixie cut adorning her head. If Bulma had been considered pretty before, she appeared positively radiant now, her fine bone structure having been released from the confines of her formerly long hair dragging her down. She smiled sheepishly at the confused black man and said in the most matter of fact tone in her repertoire, "What do you think?"

He blinked several times before replying, thinking only of the mess that he would have to clear up. "Very nice. Kami is waiting." He replied tonelessly, trying and failing to keep a perplexed look from rising on his face. Bulma stifled a giggle at his expression, as it was patently obvious that Mr Popo had very little contact with the fairer sex up there on Kami's lookout. "I'm ready now." She replied and followed him towards the courtyard ready for whatever challenges Kami decided to put before her on this day.

Vegeta sat watching the hands of the clock inside the Hyperbolic Time chamber slowly move, fighting the desire to run full tilt towards the door and escape. For a year he had been alone in the room, with time ticking away at a snail's pace, fighting his inner demons and pushing his physical and mental limits to the very brink. Many advances had been made in his training; his strength having increased considerably each and every day but still the ascension to Super Saiyan evaded his grasp time and again, slipping through his fingers like a wriggling snake.

Several times after being so very close to transformation only to have it slip away, Vegeta had in a fit of blind rage destroyed parts of his living area before passing out from exhaustion, not caring if the whole damn structure fell on his head. There were remnants of his anger still dotted around the structure, black scorch marks clearly visible. Only the thoughts of seeing Bulma again and defeating Freeza as a Super Saiyan were what kept him going all day, every day. Day by day Vegeta was beginning to grow lonely without Bulma's presence, despite what he had forced himself to believe.

Vegeta had managed one other feat while in the chamber, through supreme mental strength. And that was to keep the frightening visions at bay, not once recognising that he was having them for a reason. They were things that he never wanted to see again, ever. Vegeta had decided long ago that the visions were only there as a reminder of his frustration of not transforming up to this point.

Realising that he had wasted enough time sitting idle watching the hands of time pass him by, Vegeta rose from the floor and after taking a deep breath prepared to face the void once more. Today was to be the day he would ascend, he was certain of it. He plunged into the vast whiteness of the void directly ahead of him, performing a series of complicated kata's as a warm up, preparing for a full and punishing day's training. As always, moments after Vegeta stepped into the void, the temperature would drop and massive mountains of ice would appear around him, forcing him to blast them away to escape from their confines before he froze to death. Vegeta smirked as he felt his raw power surging through his veins, almost nothing compared to the feeling of power as he effortlessly blasted them to dust, ready to move onto the next challenge. "I will be the legendary!" he howled, blasting another ice mountain from his path, his blood lust calling to him to fight harder, destroy more obstacles in his path. "It is my destiny!!!!!!"

Kami wrinkled his forehead in surprise at the change in Bulma's appearance as she met him in the courtyard, as the early morning sun's rays began to slowly creep over the lookout. Deciding not to pass comment at this time, Kami silently led her to his training area as he had the day before, ready to commence the days training.

"What will you be instructing me in today, Kami?" Bulma questioned quietly, somewhat apprehensive. Kami opened the door to his training area and gestured for her to sit on the mat in the centre as he had the previous day before replying. "Today, I will be working on your ability to delve deep into a persons subconscious mind and project the images. This is the key to assisting Vegeta in realising his potential." He slowly lowered his old bones to the mat opposite from Bulma, watching her face carefully as the implications of her potential sank in.

"So this is why I am the key, then. As his mate I am the only one who can get close enough to him." She whispered sadly, head bowed. It was suddenly all too much for her to take in. "I don't think that I can do it Kami, what if Vegeta refuses my help? I don't have the power."

Kami rested a hand on her shoulder as he replied sternly " I am never wrong, Bulma. You are the key. We, the people of Earth are counting on you." Bulma quivered at his strong words, knowing in her heart that this was no childish game. "Vegeta will accept it or one of our last great hopes will die." Kami was deadly serious. Many lives were depending on her now, and there was no way of backing out. She had accepted the challenge laid down without thinking of the implications if she had not. Now was not the time to lose her nerve. Bravely Bulma raised her head and Kami's black eyes bored into her, waiting for her to compose herself and take up the gauntlet. She would be the one to help her proud Saiyan PrinceVegeta to ascend, no one else.

Vegeta needed her; he just didn't know it yet.

"I'm ready. Begin the training." Bulma finally replied proudly, her gaze not wavering. "Show me how to be the key."

Kami smiled at his youthful student as she finally accepted what her purpose in the battle to come was. "Let us begin."

And so for the entire morning of the second day of her training, Bulma was stretched to her mental limits, her mind at times burning with pain as Kami pushed her time and again to attempt the tasks put before her. Kami kept up the pressure, confident that Bulma could accomplish what only a select few had ever been able to do before.

The training started relatively simply, with Kami instructing her on how to pluck memories from only his conscious mind to start, with Bulma physically having her hands in place on his temples and then projecting the images back to him. Each of the 3 times she tried and completed the task, the irises of her eyes changed colour completely, the blue fading almost into a stark white, making it appear as if her whole eye was white. Her small ki flared briefly also, manifesting itself as a white glow around her straining body.

The transformation was quite startling to Kami and the first time it happened he shivered involuntarily at the sight. Bulma did not look human in that state at all, she looked more like a kind of spirit, a ghost.

After collecting himself, he progressively stepped up the pace, after Bulma had successfully completed the feat, forcing Bulma to attempt the same task without the physical contact. This proved to be very difficult for Bulma, the strain of such a leap forward making her mind burn painfully each time she tried. On the last attempt, the strain was overwhelming. In her mind she told herself, you can do this, Bulma….

Once again Bulma's eyes whitened and her ki flared into life briefly as she finally succeeded in the task, before blacking out from the demands she had placed upon herself, her body slumping backwards onto the wooden floor with a soft thump. Kami was concerned, but only for a moment as Bulma painfully dragged herself back into a sitting position.

"I did it that time, didn't I?" She rasped weakly, still drained but pleased at her accomplishment.

Kami reached out a hand to steady her as she swayed from side to side answering with what was almost fatherly pride, "Yes you did. Now do you believe?"

Goku strode into Bulma's house mid morning, calling for Radditz and Vegeta to come out and join himself and Piccolo in a sparring session in the grounds of Capsule Corporation. The house was quiet except for the low hum of the domestic robots going about their daily tasks. Goku was aware that Bulma and her parents were away, but that did not account for the quietness in the house. If anything, Goku felt that he should have heard or seen at least one of the Saiyans stomping around on one of the floors. With some trepidation, Goku travelled up to the third floor where Sarah Briefs had placed Radditz, finally sensing his older brothers energy in his bedroom. Throwing open the door, he was greeted with the sight of his brother, naked and in bed his arms possessively encircling an attractive blonde woman.

"Whoa!" Goku breathed out, blushing furiously from the sight of his brother so intimately curled up with a woman, backing away as Radditz opened his eyes and growled at the intruder. Goku held up his hands in surrender as Radditz sprang from the bed quite naked and grabbed his throat, forcing Goku against the wall, ready to strike. Gradually, Radditz's eyes began to focus and he realised that it was his own brother he was attempting to kill. Radditz released his grip and retreated back to the bed, covering Amanda's partial nakedness from Goku's embarrassed gaze and quickly donned his clothing from the night before. Amanda did not stir once from the intrusion of Goku and slept on, still exhausted.

Radditz irritably ushered his little brother out of the room, towards the kitchen, a safe place for him to explain what had transpired the evening before without subjecting his new mate to any humiliation at being discovered in such a compromising position.

Goku sat heavily on one of the chairs at the dining table, rubbing at his bruised neck with Radditz glaring at him from the other side. "Next time," he growled warningly, "knock before barging in, little brother. I could have killed you."

Goku let out a nervous chuckle and scratched the back of his head. "Sorry Radditz, I didn't know." He leaned in closer to Radditz and whispered, "Who is she?"

"My new mate." Replied Radditz simply.

Goku was confused by the term for a few seconds before realising that mate might be the same thing as a wife. "You mean like a wife?"

Radditz rolled his eyes in exasperation. He would have to educate Goku in Saiyan history and customs soon, as having to explain such a simple thing was irritating. "Something like that" He snapped back rather more aggressively than he intended. "If any other man had entered like that, I would have taken his head off." Radditz's face then regained its formerly satisfied appearance as his mind drifted back to the delectable creature in his bed.

"So I guess a spar with Piccolo and me is out of the question, then?" Goku replied without his usual childlike manner.

Radditz nodded gravely. "On this day, yes."

"That's fine, I'll let Piccolo know that you will not be joining us today." Goku paused, confusion regaining a hold on his brain as he remembered that Vegeta could not be sensed at all. "Where's Vegeta? I haven't been able to sense him at all."

"I don't know. He hasn't been here since Bulma left yesterday morning. I assume that he left with her."

Goku frowned. Piccolo had told him of Kami's plan to train Bulma at the lookout and Goku rightly guessed there and then that Vegeta must have followed her yesterday, either wanting to discover why Bulma had been summoned or, and his breath caught in his throat at the next thought, Vegeta had tried to gain entrance to the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. Silently he cursed his lack of skill in keeping such a secret.

Goku knew that Kami had not been harmed in any way due to the fact that Piccolo was very much in fine physical form, but he was worried about what Vegeta's state of mind would be like as he trained quite alone in there. He decided to put off the spar with Piccolo and find out by travelling to Kami's lookout.

" I have to go. Have fun!" Goku yelled with a cheeky grin in place as he quickly departed the kitchen. He was well aware of what kind of fun a man could have with his wife, and in his eyes it was the best kind of sparring in the world.

Radditz blinked rapidly as Goku left and then with a grin on his face returned to his bedroom and the pleasures of his new mate. They had yet to complete the bonding.

Amanda would definitely not be going into work on this day, he would see to that personally as he quickly disrobed and pulled Amanda's soft warm body close to his, gently nudging her awake and gently whispering into her mind. {Wake up my beautiful mate, there is something we need to finish.}

Victor made his way to his office, noting venomously that Amanda was nowhere to be found. After a quick discreet conversation with her immediate supervisor, he discovered that she had not arrived for work at her usual time of 8am and her supervisor assumed that she was unwell and had marked off the attendance register as such. Amanda was a loyal and hardworking employee of Capsule Corporation and he saw no reason why illness should not be the reason for her absence. Victor silently seethed as he stalked his office, knowing the real reason. All night he had been sleepless, imagining her entangled passionately with the mystery man at the Brief's residence, giving herself like a common whore to a man she barely knew. Never had Amanda shown that much outward affection to him, not even once. {I thought that she loved me.}

His first reaction after seeing them together was to storm over to the Briefs house like a whirlwind and drag her away. Then he calmed himself down, not wanting a possibly violent confrontation with whomever Amanda was with, knowing that he would probably lose.

He would have to take care of things in his own way, using violence only if totally necessary, which he prayed was not the case. No, he would have to speak with Dr Briefs on his return and use his brain to achieve his goal to bring his ex wife to her senses.

A smile played across Victor's lips as he plotted. He would have his former wife back yet.

Something was very wrong.

Zarbon had sensed it from the moment that he had made his deal with Lisa, but blinded by his own desire to save himself had overlooked the shadows of doubt about her motivation in helping him.

She had agreed to his terms far too eagerly. Any other person would have held out longer, trying to obtain better conditions for themselves, but not Lisa. Zarbon cursed himself as he tried to focus on the co ordinates for a non-hostile planet he had located, his mind being very much on what devious scheme she had in mind. It was obvious that she was trying to extract herself from any association with him, but what he couldn't figure out was why. After receiving the most shocking news of his life after the destruction of his own planet, Zarbon had informed Lisa of how ruthless and sadistic Freeza was and for a few seconds she had shown genuine concern at the terrible crisis, after all her own life was hanging in the balance too. However, Lisa had composed herself quite quickly and had come up with what seemed like a feasible plan to escape the now pursuing Freeza.

{What is that little bitch plotting?}

Giving up on the astral chart in front of him, Zarbon decided to discover what Lisa was up to. If his suspicions were unfounded then at least then he would only feel like a fool, if not then he could be dead sooner than expected.

At the present time she appeared to be diligently working on the enhancements to his ship deep within the engine room so that the ship would have more speed, putting more distance between them and Freeza. Zarbon rose from the pilot's chair and decided to pay her a little visit, check on her progress and ascertain whether or not he was just being paranoid about his reluctant partner.

Stealthily, Zarbon crept down to the engine room, careful not to alert Lisa to his approach. He had not after all lost his edge in that area yet. Cautiously creeping around the engine core, Zarbon spotted Lisa, and as he had suspected she was not labouring over the enhancements, in fact she appeared to be doing the complete opposite. Barely breathing, Zarbon watched from a short distance as Lisa laid in her own special "changes" to the system, a clever device that would make the ship stop dead once the speed was increased to a specific preset speed, allowing Freeza to pick them up and completing her plan. She smiled deviously as she put the finishing touches to it, congratulating herself aloud on a job well done. "Done!" She exclaimed triumphantly, placing her tools down on the deck. "Now I just have to contact Freeza and then the job is all done." Now she needed to wait until Zarbon was resting so that she could contact Freeza on the frequency she had obtained from the cockpit comms log and then, well the entire universe could be hers, or so she thought.

Although Zarbon knew little about mechanics or things of a technical nature, he knew sabotage when he saw it and Lisa's thoughtless words confirmed it. All of the years in Freeza's service had taught him many things and recognising a rat in the ranks was one of them. Now was the time to put her out of his misery, forever. He would take his chances without the enhancements and flee, alone. Zarbon knew for sure now that he could trust no one but himself. He slipped out from behind the engine core, startling Lisa as he spoke, his tone low and dangerous. "Yes, quite done I think."

"Zarbon! Y, You scared me. I have finished what you asked for." Lisa stammered lying through her treacherous lips. She smiled dazzlingly at Zarbon hoping that he had not seen what she had been doing before he announced his presence. Slowly, Zarbon circled Lisa, like a wolf with its prey, golden eyes narrowed and trained on her, heightening her nervousness.

"As I can see, Lisa." He replied as if having a conversation with an old friend. "So, when were you intending to contact my former employer?"

Lisa's eyes widened in fear. Zarbon had heard and seen everything. Inwardly she cursed herself for her sloppiness. There was only one thing for it, and that was to try and talk her way out of it. "Y, you must be mistaken, Zarbon." She stuttered, her mouth dry with her guilt, her hands searching out anything that could be used as a weapon to strike Zarbon with.

"Liar." Zarbon hissed between his teeth. "You have been waiting for the right moment to betray me." Without any warning Zarbon lunged forward, a scaled hand firmly grasping her throat, and slowly squeezed her windpipe, watching dispassionately as Lisa's face grew red, her eyes bulging. "Please…….." she choked out, struggling for breath, scratching at his hand to try and release herself. "I didn't mean it……………Zarbon please nooooo."

"Too late bitch." Zarbon replied coldly, ignoring her pleas for clemency. She had been given too many chances already, now she was on her last life, one he intended to snuff out totally. He increased the pressure, hearing the small bones in her neck snap and the crunch, as her windpipe was totally crushed. For a few seconds Lisa's hands continued to try and removed his hand, her legs flailing blindly as her life slipped away. Then she went limp in Zarbons grasp and her tongue slipped grotesquely from between her lips, her formerly beautiful brown eyes bloodshot from the burst blood vessels.

For several moments Zarbon held her corpse by the neck before releasing it, an expression of digest on his face as her body slumped down to the floor. Zarbon glanced at her body for a second, then leaned over and ripped out the small device Lisa had planted in the system, crushing it in his hand. Then without a second glance, he left the engine room and without even the barest trace of guilt returned to the task at hand in the cockpit, strangely pleased at what he felt was a job very well done.

Bulma continued her training well into the afternoon after a short break to recharge her energy, still trying to perfect her technique with Kami. Her entire body was beginning to protest with the vast strain placed on it as time after time she would delve into Kami's conscious mind, picking out memories and fears and replaying them to him. Most of the time she had been successful, but still more work needed to be done before she could advance to the next level, accessing his subconscious mind, bringing out memories long hidden due to their disturbing nature.

Although Kami was now a god, the guardian of the Earth, once he had been like anyone else, evil lurking under the surface, waiting for the right moment to emerge. That had been the reason why he had to split from his evil self permanently to assume the mantle of guardian. The very act of splitting himself in two had been a painful and lengthy process, an experience he had long since forced himself to forget. But it was one memory that Bulma would be trying to access, to prove herself worthy of his confidence in her ability.

Bulma's mind and body finally gave up on her. Her breath came in short sharp spurts, the very act of providing air to her lungs seeming like an almost insurmountable task. Kami allowed her to lie on the dusty floor, watching with concerned frown on his face. Bulma had never felt so tired before in her entire life, but she decided to persist, wanting desperately to reach the pinnacle as quickly as possible, but Kami was not willing to have her burn out and so firmly pushed her back down as she struggled to sit upright again.

"I can do this," She panted out, rivulets of sweat coursing down her face. "Just one more."

Kami smiled at her tenacity, but spoke sternly to Bulma, to let her know that in these matters he knew best. "No, that is more than enough for one day, Bulma. You must learn to recognise your limits with these powers." He rose to his feet, bones and joints protesting loudly at having been in a sitting position for so long. Kami then extended a hand to pull Bulma gently to her feet, keeping a steadying hand on her shoulder as she swayed back and forth, the action of rising to her feet making her feel even more weak. Silently Kami led her to the dining area so that Bulma could eat and replenish some energy before retiring for the day. Although it was only late afternoon he was sure that Bulma would need to have a good long rest to recover before being able to face the next day.

As they walked in, Bulma and Kami were surprised to see Goku there, busily stuffing his face like he was starving. He recovered his manners long enough to cease eating and stand up as the two entered the room. Bulma forgot her extreme tiredness and let Goku sweep her up in a crushing embrace, happy just to see one of her friends. After several seconds of being squeezed tightly, Goku finally released her and ushered her towards an empty chair, pushing some much needed food in front of her, commanding her to eat. Bulma's exhausted appearance had not gone unnoticed by Goku and he felt a great deal of concern for his long time friend. He then gestured to Kami so that he could speak with him alone regarding Vegeta.

"Is he in the time chamber Kami?" He asked, his face full of concern for the arrogant prince.

Kami smiled, and Goku relaxed somewhat. "He is fine, Goku. Vegeta did not threaten me, much. I felt that his strength of character would be sufficient for him to train alone in there for 2 days."

"And Bulma? How is she doing?"

"Also fine, making great progress, although she is a stubborn girl, trying to push herself to breaking point. I had to all but drag her out of there today." He looked over at Goku, noting the slight frown marring his face.

Goku chuckled at the admission, releasing some of his tension. "Sounds like Bulma alright. I just want her to be safe, she's my best friend after Chi Chi."

"Everything is fine Goku, just focus on your own training for now, the people of Earth need you to be at your best." A wicked smile curved his mouth as he spoke again. "Oh and tell Piccolo to step up his training, I think he's starting to slack off." Kami already knew what Piccolo's retort to that statement was going to be and he chuckled to himself, ignoring Goku's confused look.

"Uh, okay Kami." Goku replied. He then popped his head back into the dining area to say his farewells to Bulma and then took to the sky to search out Piccolo and try to salvage something akin to training from what had been a day of surprises for him. He had left Piccolo somewhere near Capsule Corporation to go to the lookout after explaining why Vegeta and Radditz would not be joining them. Piccolo had a disgusted look on his face as Goku had explained Radditz's situation and to stop Goku from going any further had growled that he would meditate until his return. Piccolo had no desire to hear such things.

Goku knew that Kami would take good care of Bulma and Vegeta would soon be out of the Hyperbolic time chamber, hopefully as a Super Saiyan. Then he would be able to follow in Vegeta's footsteps and double the Earth's chances of survival.

After a satisfying meal, Bulma dragged her weary body from the table and wandered out into the courtyard, to watch the sunset before retiring for the night. The sky was full of a vivid almost violent red and involuntarily Bulma shivered. It looked like blood was spattered over the setting sun, making her remember the way in which Yamcha had so needlessly died right in front of her. She would always be reminded of that fateful night every time she saw anything coloured red.

As the sky began to darken and the moon made its appearance, Bulma remained there in the courtyard contemplating the fates that had brought her to this point in her life. Never in her wildest dreams would she have believed that she would be so involved in such an important way. She was not strong physically, her only weapon to date had been her inventive brain and now she had the means to really make a difference.

A sudden unexpected waft of air brought Bulma back to reality, making her tense up and nervously move her head from side to side, trying to sense if anyone was there. Nothing. For just an instant Bulma thought that Vegeta might have finally ended his self imposed exile in the time chamber and was playing a trick on her, trying to give her a fright. She turned her gaze back to the sky and watched the stars begin to emerge, letting the tension fall away from her weary body, muttering aloud, "Silly girl, there's nothing there."

"Nothing?" Came the deep rich voice of Vegeta from close behind her, making the hairs on her arms rise. "What have you done to yourself, woman?" Vegeta continued, making Bulma shudder with delight as he ran a bare hand through what remained of her formerly long hair. She resisted the temptation to turn and kiss him. Bulma wanted to show Vegeta that she had not missed him at all, which was a pathetic lie that Vegeta saw through almost straight away. The truth was he had missed her as well, but his pride would not allow him to admit that out loud.

"Made a small change, do you like it?" She replied in a whisper, closing her eyes in elation as Vegeta's hand travelled down her neck, stroking softly as he reached her bonding scar.

Vegeta didn't reply, instead he moved closer and replaced the fingertips on Bulma's neck with his lips, gently nibbling at the exposed skin with his arms encircling her, preventing Bulma from turning around. The temptation of her bare neck was too much for him to resist kissing the soft skin.

"How did the training go?" She stammered out, desperately trying to retain control of her treacherous body, which was reacting strongly to every kiss.

"Well enough," He purred in response although inside he wanted to discover what she had been up to. "Don't speak, just enjoy." Vegeta continued as his hands slowly began the task of slipping off Bulma's clothing, still nibbling at her neck. "No, Vegeta, not here." Bulma protested, despite the fire building within her. She could not help but be turned on by his insistent lips and the fact that they could be caught in the act, but she tried to resist despite it being a losing battle. "Anyone could see us."

"Quiet, woman. They have retired for the night." Vegeta growled, moving one hand up over her mouth to keep her silent whilst he continued to strip her clothing off. "I've waited nearly two years for this."

Bulma nodded to agree not to speak and Vegeta's hand moved from her mouth, travelling down her throat to cup one of her full breasts, flicking the nipple and making her gasp. All thoughts of being caught flew from Bulma's mind; all that she wanted now was Vegeta inside her. Bulma felt herself grow ever more aroused as she felt Vegeta's nimble fingers from his other hand delve towards her womanhood, past her blue curls feeling her wetness. She groaned aloud as his fingers entered her, arching her back in pleasure. Vegeta moved his fingers slowly in and out, and released Bulma's breast to remove his own clothing with the other hand.

Finally free from the confines of his now ragged training clothing, Vegeta moved Bulma over to the wall in the courtyard, forcing her to put her hands out to brace herself against it as he slipped his engorged manhood forcefully inside of her wetness. Bulma gasped at the sensations she was feeling, the cool night air caressing her skin, Vegeta's hands tugging lightly at her erect nipples and the feeling of his manhood plunging deep within her making her muscles contract around him.

Don't stop…. Bulma urged him mentally.

That is something I will never do, woman he replied.

Vegeta increased his pace, and dragged his tongue up Bulmas spine, relishing the taste of her skin which by now was covered in sweat, eager to hear his superb mate cry out in rapture as he pleasured her and himself. Unable to hold back any longer, Bulma finally cried out, her womanhood contracting almost painfully around Vegeta, dragging him over the edge with her, his howl announcing his pleasure to the cool night air. {By the gods………. I have missed this.}

Recovering quickly, Vegeta withdrew and turned Bulma around, kissing her lips feverishly. Bulma brushed a hand over his brow, noticing that he looked haunted, like they had been apart for much longer. Two days for her had been like an eternity. Vegeta gently grasped her hand and kissed the palm, making little sparks of fire ignite in her body once again. He then lifted her into his arms, murmuring huskily, "Where's your room?"

Bulma, still breathless the mind-blowing passionate love making, took some time to reply and directed him towards her temporary abode on Kami's lookout. Bulma relaxed into Vegeta's arms knowing that the night was not yet over and her mate would still desire more of her, which was something she was more than willing to give.