Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Temptation ❯ Chapter Ten ( Chapter 10 )

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HeiresstotheThrone: Bulma and Vegeta are in this chapter. I had to set up Turles though….he is my favorite after all. But Vegeta is a close second!

 

Chapter Ten:

 

Vegeta looked down at his mate. She was almost fully healed, the wound only a small scab on her chest. She was so beautiful. Like a rose. He could not believe had had found her, after all this time. The thought of losing her still echoed in his mind. He would have followed her into the after life. Of that he was sure. He had carried her deep into the woods, into an abandoned cabin. He had brought in silk sheet and soft cotton blankets for her to lay on, the night was too hot to cover her. Her breathing was slow and steady. The rise and fall of her full breasts was hypnotic. A light brown tail hugged her upper thigh. There was so much to explain to her. This throat tightened. What if she did not accept him? If she hated him for what he had done to her? If she left him?

Vegeta, what you have done is save my life. Tell me what has happened.

Vegeta's eyes widened in shock. She could reach his mind, even in the grips of the deep sleep he had sent her to. She was obviously more powerful than he gave her credit for.

Men never give women the credit they deserve. I have been in your mind for several minutes. Tell me. Are the vampires dead?

“Yes, my love. They are dead. They will never come near you again.” He spoke the words out loud, knowing she would hear. He released the command for sleep over her body. She opened her eyes, and focused on him. A slight smile touched her lips.

Tell me what has happened to me Vegeta. Tell me the truth. She looked frightened. She had seen the need for a life mate in his mind, and felt his joy at finding her. His love for her was strong in his thoughts.

I have changed you. You are Saiyan. He sighed. He had failed her. She should have been told before he changed her, before he had taken away her free will. He had failed her completely. He had allowed her to get injury, he had not protected her as he had vowed he would. She would never accept him as a worthy mate.

“Vegeta,” she spoke, “you have not failed. I do not know what life has planned for us. I know you bound us together somehow. I feel the binds in my mind, solid and firm. I do not hold it against you, I know you thought it was the only way to heal me.”

He knelt down in front of her. She was truly all that was light and good in this world. She was filled with such compassion and forgivness. He touched her ankle. She was so small, yet he could feel her power. Even as a human, she had strong psychic abilities. She was such a worthy mate. Beauty shone from her in waves, her heart was pure and strong. She was caring and kind, everything he was not.

Bulma looked into his eyes. Heat flared from her ankle. She knew this man. She had spent some time in his mind, picking through memories, while thought her asleep. She knew that he had bound her to him, a marriage of sorts for his people, but much stronger and much deeper. She felt such feeling and devotion radiate from him. Something deep within her stirred. Her body was begging to be touched. She felt an ache settle into the deepest part of her. She looked at this man. What was her life to become?

Vegeta's hands were on her ankles, kneading slowly. Moving up her legs to her calves, a in a massaging motion. Her skin was on fire where he was touching her. A fire that was sending flames of desire coursing through her. Her head fell back as his hand moved over her thighs. She squirmed a little, wanting him to touch her, to ease the aching in her secret parts. He continued the erotic massage, roaming all over the expanse of her silken thighs. Committing her shape and feel to memory. He moved over her stomach, his head bent down to land a kiss above her navel. His hands moved over her breasts, cupping their weight in each palm. Feeling the tightened peaks of her nipples beneath his fingers. She moaned. Moving beneath him, arching into his hands.

He moved down her arms, rolling the flesh in his hands, easing away the strain from the previous' day activities. He was being gentle, he had to be. She was a gift to him in every sense. She was precious. More so than all the power and strength in the wind. He was nothing without her. The thought shook him to the core. Moving his hands back down across her ribcage, he lowered his mouth to a breast, suckling hungrily, demanding more- which she gladly gave. She sighed in satisfaction. He felt the pleasure of his ministrations in her mind. He smirked with male arrogance.

His fingers moved between her legs, feeling the wetness that was already growing. He pushed two fingers into her. She cried out, holding onto his neck, bringing his mouth closer to her. He began a rhythm with his fingers, testing and teasing. Playing with her sensitive nub. She was moving her hips to match his fingers. Her body pleading for release. He continued, moving his mouth to her other breast, his hand traveling down the back of her thigh. She jumped in response. He almost laughed at her sensitive spot. She was athletic, it made sense that her muscled legs would be sensitive. He moved up her thigh to cup her ass. Moving to the base of her tail, rubbing firmly. The motion sent her mind swirling with pleasure. She moved more frantically against him. He removed his fingers and lowered himself down unto her, entering her with one long thrust. She grunted at the loss of her virginity, but she dragged his mouth to her lips, kissing him passionately. He drew back. He felt so humbled by her prescence, the complete unconditional acceptance. He would never deserve her. His pace quickened, and he rubbed the base of her tail until she came, her muscles clenching around him. He held his breath to remain in control and waited for her spasms to slow before he moved again.

He lifted her hips off the floor, providing him deeper penetration. She cried out. Her hands gripping his wrists tightly. He was stretching her, filling her completely. He whispered to her, repeating the vows he made to her, “You are my life mate and I claim you as such. I give you my body, mind, heart, and soul, and take into possession yours. I will put your happiness and welfare above my own. We live as one, die as one.” She heard the promises, felt the devotion and love.

He stilled and slowly slipped out of her wet sheath. She cried at the loss, “Vegeta…” He took her hips in his hands and smoothly flipped her over, so that she was lying on her stomach. He reached around, hooking an arm around her waist, and brought her to him, enetering her from behind. The depth of penetration left her gasping. He moved furiously, holding her to him solidly. She was moaning and murmuring his name. He kissed her back and he felt her release. The tightening and sqeezing of her muscles carried him over, and his seed spilt into her. Rolling to the side as to not crush her, he cuddled her close. It would be like this always. He knew it would. The passion and heat would only increase as their bond grew stronger. They would get to know each other over the years, and he prayed that she could find something in him to love.

Perhaps I do already Vegeta. I feel that I was meant for you, for this. But I am awfully hungry. Bulma moved against him, her gorgeous blue locks sliding over his chest.

“Feed my love,” he said as he brought her mouth to his neck, the compulsion strong in his voice. “I will find us a true feast later, you need to rest. I awoke you too soon. You body is still healing.”

Bulma blinked her eyes and realized that he had forced her compliance. Do not do that again. You will not take away my free will. She glared at him.

Piccolina, I did not mean it to be like that. I am unsure how you would respond to needing blood. I could not take any chances. Your safety and wellbeing are my main concerns. Rest now, for me. Vegeta settled her into the soft fabric. I will return with more substantial food.

Bulma nodded as she felt herself drift to sleep. Life was going to become very interesting.

Vegeta watched her sleep for some time, before standing. Something was wrong. Coor was heading towards him. Along with Turles. Turles had ascended to a power level he had never seen or witnessed. What was happening? He went outside to meet the coming Saiyans.

 

-End of chapter-

 

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