Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dragonball V: A World Both Familiar and Foreign ❯ Mark of the Beast ( Chapter 2 )

DragonBall V: A World Both Familiar and Foreign

Author's Note: Already some yummy changes. Hope you're all enjoying the story so far. As far as whether Gohan sneaks onto the ship to go to Namek, well, he'll certainly try but whether he succeeds or not you'll have to wait and see. Teehee. This chapter has a lemon warning. If you want to skip over it or parts of it, do so. If you do, you just won't be drooling with everyone else. Hehe This particular story still doesn't focus on Gohan, and they won't for a few chapters yet. But don't worry, it's coming. Until then, just grab a drink and enjoy the ride.

Required Disclaimer: I don't own the DB franchise, I've never worked for them, I'm not making any money off this, and I'm dead sexxy baby! Read and enjoy.

Chapter 2: Mark of the Beast

Vegeta swore loudly as he knocked the bald monk away for the hundredth time during their spar. Krillin rolled as best be could but crashed into a rock and lay still with stars floating around his head. "Damn it runt, you're improving too slow! At this rate, we'll spend the entire trip to Namek at such a low state of gravity trying to get you to catch up that Kakkarot and I won't have any challenge! You had better shape up or you're staying behind!"

Krillin rubbed his head and shook it to clear it and looked up at the Saiyan prince. "Who elected you as leader of this expedition?"

"I am a Prince, you moron! What's more, I'm the only one of you who has been off of this pathetic excuse for a planet! I am the one who knows Frieza's methods! Who better to lead this damned group!?" Vegeta yelled, the veins in his neck beginning to bulge.

"Hey Vegeta, why don't you take a break and I'll continue sparring with Krillin?" Goku suggested, hoping that Vegeta would go along with it and not pound his short friend into the ground.

Vegeta turned his glare onto his fellow Saiyan for a few moments then swiped his hand dismissively. "Fine then, Kakkarot. But he had better be a lot better tomorrow or I'll bitch slap him!"

As Vegeta was stomping off, Krillin looked at Goku with amusement written on his face. "Did Vegeta just say bitch slap? He's been hanging around Bulma too much."

Goku scratched the back of his head and laughed. "Well, whatever keeps him from blowing up the planet. Now let's get back to sparring then we'll have lunch! I'm starting to get hungry!"

Krillin gaped at his friend for a few moments then had to stop when Goku started on the offensive. "You just came back from having something to eat, Goku! I swear you've got a hole in your foot or something."

Goku stopped suddenly and stared down at his foot. "You think?" Krillin used that moment to land a punch squarely on Goku's stomach, nearly bringing the taller man to his knees. "Ouch! Your punches are starting to hurt, Krillin!"

Krillin paused and wiped at his nose, pride puffing out his chest. "Well, I did say I'd do my best to keep up! Vegeta just has to…" The rest of his comment was cut off as Goku used Krillin's lapse in defense to slam him into the ground, creating an indention. "Ow." Was all he said then.

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Vegeta walked further in to the Capsule Corporation after sating his appetite with a snack of a 12 course meal. He had more important immediate concerns than returning to sparring with the other two going to Namek, he wanted to know about that gravity room he was promised. As he came out to the area where the spaceship was being built, his super sensitive nose immediately picked up a sweet scent. He paused for a moment to sniff at it and grinned wolfishly. That scent belonged to Bulma, and it was her own natural aroma mixed with a bit of honeysuckle from her shampoo. Vegeta heard himself growling lowly, but it was not a growl of annoyance.

As he approached Bulma, he saw her kneeling down to solder some circuits in the spaceship, checking the schematics to her left occasionally. She didn't hear him approaching because of the soldering going on, nor could she sense his ki. Sensing ki was a skill he was picking up from the humans, and they were also attempting to teach him how to raise and lower his ki to hide it and power up. Though he was loathed to admit it out loud, they were all proving useful to one another. "Bulma." Vegeta said softly, trying not to startle the woman, which could prove dangerous with that soldering gun in her hand.

Bulma finished soldering a circuit and turned it off, turning to smile at Vegeta. "Hey Veggie. What's up?"

Vegeta growled softly. If any other person in the universe had called him Veggie, they'd be on their way to Otherworld by this time. "I told you to stop calling me that name, woman!"

Bulma flashed him a flirtatious grin. "Aw, you like it. You just protest because you don't want anyone else to call you Veggie."

Vegeta scowled, though it was mostly for show. "And why would I want you to call me Veggie?"

Bulma bit her bottom lip. She wanted to say that she was special, but that may have been pushing the proud Saiyan prince too far. Instead, she changed the subject. "So, what can I do for you, Vegeta?"

Vegeta's gaze turned to behold the spaceship that was still being built. "How much longer before the gravity generator is ready for use?"

Bulma shrugged nonchalantly and set the soldering gun down gently. "It should be ready in about a week. But I'm not sure it would be a good idea for you all to use it while there are people still trying to work on this thing."

Vegeta stalked towards her, noting that the lovely blue haired woman's eyes dilated slightly and her breathing quickened. "Perhaps a compromise then. You all work on it during the daylight hours, correct?" Bulma nodded mutely, seeming to be transfixed by the Saiyan prince. "We can train in there at night then, once it's ready. And outside during the day. That bald midget could certainly use the extra training. Don't you agree, woman?" Vegeta's tone became more mellow and seductive at the end, approaching Bulma still.

Her expression took was very much like a deer caught in headlights for several moments then she turned suddenly, facing the wires and circuits she had been working on earlier, telling herself to calm down and struggling to think of Yamcha. 'Dear sweet Yamcha… who continually stands me up, runs off to play with the others, always forgets my birthday… argh! My first boyfriend… my first love… who I've barely spoken to in several years, let alone gone on a date with… This is getting me nowhere!' "Vegeta… what are you doing?" Bulma whispered, trying to ignore the lust burning in his eyes and in her own body.

"What you've been wanting me to do for weeks now, woman. You can't deny it." Vegeta crooned in her ear, his arms encircling her waist now, pressing his chest into her back. "Tell me to stop then, and I will." Vegeta nibbled at her ear tenderly.

Bulma felt her eyes rolling back into her head and tried to fight the desire. "Stop… please." She whispered.

Vegeta grew still for a moment then released her. "As you wish." He said reluctantly. 'Damn it… I didn't think she'd actually tell me to stop! I hope this erection goes away…'

"What are you doing!?" Bulma said suddenly as she felt him stepping away from her.

Vegeta looked at her as if she had grown a second head. "You told me to stop, you blasted wench! So I did! I said I would, it wouldn't be honorable to force myself upon you."

Bulma stared in shock. 'Damn, I didn't think he'd really stop!' "I didn't mean it, though." Bulma said softly.

Vegeta heard her whisper, thanks to his super-sensitive hearing. With a growl he pressed back into her, forcing her against the side of the spaceship. His hands cupped her full breasts as he licked her neck. "Don't play with me, woman! I can only take so much teasing."

Bulma felt an evil smile tugging at her lips. "Oh? Perhaps we should stop then…"

Vegeta didn't fall for it this time, however. "What's that you said, woman? It sounded like you said 'Take me right here, you Saiyan love machine.' That is what I heard, yes?" One hand slipped under her shirt from below, tracing patterns on her sensitive stomach while the other slid in under the neckline of at the top of her shirt to cup her breast over her bra.

Bulma cooed softly, wondering why Yamcha had never made her feel this way. 'This can't be right though… I've only known him a little over a month. He was indirectly responsible for Yamcha's death… as well as my other friends. I can't just forget all that because he makes my blood burn hot with passion, can I? Oh….. Kami… I don't think I can resist him.' Bulma sighed softly and reached her hand back to run her fingers up through his hair. "We shouldn't be doing this, Vegeta."

Vegeta smirked as the hand that was on her stomach slid down into her workpants and cupped her sex lightly, earning a low groan. "Tell me to stop then." Vegeta taunted, knowing she wouldn't dare to again. As he said those words he pressed his arousal against her from behind and nipped at her ear.

Bulma's hands were shaking and her knees felt weak. She had never wanted a man more than she did at this moment. But she had to maintain some self control… she just had to! "Vegeta… please. We have to stop."

Vegeta froze, his own lust was burning through his veins and it took him a moment to realize that she had actually told him to stop, AGAIN! "You… you can't be serious." Vegeta said in disbelief. He growled then, thinking she was still teasing him. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't tear your clothes off and take you right here, woman."

Bulma clutched desperately to the last bit of her resolve. "Not… not here! We're outside, anyone could see us! Please… at least take me up to my room. I can't do this here… I'd die of embarrassment." Bulma felt a secret thrill at the thought of making love out here where anyone could see her, but she would only admit that to herself… and even then only in a whisper. But she wasn't ready for something that wild yet. What if Goku came around wondering what Vegeta was up to? She couldn't bear to let her best friend see her screwing a man that was their enemy a month before.

Vegeta kept his arms around her but he looked around quickly. "Which room is yours?! Hurry woman!"

Bulma shakily pointed up to the window of her room and they were blasting towards it and through it a moment later. 'Thank Kami I opened my window to get a cool breeze going!' Bulma thought as she was nearly thrown onto the bed. She looked up in wonder as Vegeta yanked his clothes off as if they were on fire. A moment later, he was nude and giving her a predatory grin. "You look like you see something you like, Veggie…" Bulma taunted with a smile.

Vegeta stalked towards her, his smile growing. "Oh, I certainly do. I think you're a bit overdressed at the moment though. Tell me, do you have a particular attachment to anything you're wearing?"

Bulma was a bit confused as she shook her head. "No, why do you…" She was cut off as her clothes were shredded from her body. She let out a frightened squeak but it was cut off by Vegeta's rough kiss. 'Rough for me maybe… he has to be taking it real gentle though, given his strength. Thank Kami for that!' Bulma gasped raggedly as Vegeta's finger slipped into her sex, gently stroking around as if testing to see what it was like. 'Well, I am an alien to him, so he probably is making sure that our anatomy is compatible. Kami… please let it be so!'

Vegeta tenderly licked at her breasts and sucked gently on her nipples, each in turn. "Does this pleasure you?" He asked softly. He could tell by her actions that she was enjoying it, but he wanted to hear it. She nodded, but that wasn't good enough for him. "I can't hear you, woman, and I have good hearing. Does this bring you pleasure? Are you enjoying it?" Vegeta nipped at her left nipple then began to suckle on it.

"Kami… yes!" Bulma moaned as Vegeta's finger hit a particularly sensitive spot.

Vegeta moved over her body slowly, careful not to harm the fragile woman. "Tell me then, are you sure you want this? This is your last chance to back out. Once I get started, I don't know if I would be able to stop." Vegeta's eyes burned with passion, but the tenderness in his actions made Bulma feel safe.

"I'm sure. Please… take me Vegeta." Bulma whispered, leaning up to lick the Saiyan's neck.

Vegeta growled softly and pulled back to give her a wolfish grin. "Say 'Take me, my prince' and perhaps I'll consider it." He taunted, his ministrations at her body becoming teasing.

Bulma growled and pulled Vegeta roughly towards her. "All right, if you ask me nicely, and by name." She raised an eyebrow as if to say 'Touché'.

Vegeta scowled. He rather liked referring to her as 'woman'. Every time he said it, he was really thinking of her as his woman. Instead of replying, he reached down to line himself up with her womanhood, making sure to be as gentle as possible. He looked deep into her eyes and allowed himself to sink downwards, nearly crossing his eyes at the exquisite pleasure of the moment. "Is this ok?" He asked softly. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"

Bulma shook her head, fighting the urge to let her eyelids drop closed. "No… it's perfect." She moaned out, wrapping her arms around his neck to draw him close for a soul-scorching kiss. She gasped suddenly as Vegeta's hips banged into hers a little too roughly as he bottomed out, earning a wince. "Easy there, big fella." Bulma teased. She could see the concern on his features and it made her feel warm and tingly inside by how much care he was taking. She had been afraid he would be rough and leave her a broken battered woman.

"Are we… does it hurt? Should I stop?" Vegeta asked, praying that she would say no.

"No! Just… that last moment you came down a little hard. Work up to that, ok? Be easy… I'm no Saiyan warrior." Bulma explained, kissing her prince tenderly.

Vegeta nodded and started a slow, easy motion. "Tell me the instant I hurt you. It's hard for me to judge my strength sometimes." Vegeta murmured, returning Bulma's kisses.

Bulma had no complains about Vegeta's slow, deep pace, feeling herself becoming light headed. Unconsciously her nails began to scrape down the Saiyan's back and a growl was coming from her own lips, much to Vegeta's pleasure. He ground himself into her gently, earning a gasp before his motions resumed, this time a bit faster. He watched her carefully through half-lidded eyes, watching for any signs that he moved too fast or came down too hard. He stopped when she winced at a particularly hard thrust and he found himself becoming frustrated. She was urging him to continue but he could tell she would already be bruised. He rolled suddenly, allowing her to straddle him. "Move at the pace you like, woman. Just don't stop kissing me!" Vegeta growled, digging his hands as gently but firmly as possible into her buttocks as her hips began to move on him. Bulma leaned down to fasten her lips on his, surprising him when her tongue snaked out and into his mouth. 'This must be a human thing… it's rather nice, though.' Vegeta thought as Bulma's movements began to pick up in speed. His hands slid up her body to squeeze her breasts gently and pinch at her nipples, making her deepen the kiss. He knew she was enjoying herself when her hands started gripping his arms tighter and her nails scraped into his biceps.

"Am I doing fine, my prince?" Bulma whispered, giving Vegeta her sauciest grin.

Vegeta's eyes widened in surprise and he leaned forward to bite gently into her shoulder on instinct, only realizing moments later that he had just marked her as his mate. As he looked into her eyes, which were lust-filled, he didn't regret the decision, no matter how spur-of-the-moment it had been. "You're doing wonderfully, Bulma." He replied softly, groaning softly in pleasure as she rose and fell on his manhood.

Bulma moaned and leaned down to bite his shoulder in response, feeling that it was only fair. She was surprised when her teeth went through his skin like his had done to her, leaving teeth marks in the tough Saiyan hide. Vegeta let out a loud and long groan when she bit into his shoulder, tightening his hold on her as his seed flooded into her, the pleasure of the mating mark pushing him over the edge before he was ready. Moments later he held onto Bulma's hips tightly, his shaft too sensitive for the moment to continue the rutting. "Oh… woman do you realize what you just did?" He asked softly, looking into her eyes.

Bulma flashed him a grin, though the disappointment at not reaching her own climax was barely concealed. "I just returned the favor. You bit me, after all."

Vegeta smirked and nuzzled into her neck. "Woman… you just marked me as your mate. Saiyans mate for life, so I hope this wasn't a fling for you." He could feel her stiffen slightly in surprise, but he didn't give her time to contemplate it. He slipped out from under her and then got behind her and ran his hands gently over her bum. "It's strange not seeing a tail here. But, that just means there is an unobstructed view at your delicious bottom." Vegeta murmured, as he leaned forward to slip a finger back inside her molten hot core. Bulma looked up at him, a little unsure of what he was intending to do. She got her answer when she felt the Saiyan prince's tail [AN: He never turned Oozaru so Yajirobe didn't cut off his tail. I realized that a few minutes ago, but that is no problem, will make the story more interesting. Teehee] loop around her waist and lift her up onto all fours. "Saiyan men particularly like to grasp their mate's tail in this position, but it's not very comfortable for the females. So, I rather like the idea of being able to do this without hurting you, Bulma." He lined himself back up and slid deep into her once more, smiling when he heard her groan loudly. She whispered something which he didn't quite catch, even with his superb sense of hearing. "What was that?" He asked.

"I said, call me 'woman'." Bulma whispered, looking back at him with lust-lidded eyes.

Vegeta smiled, gripping her hips a little more roughly and sliding deep again, a bit more roughly than he had before, earning a strangled groan of pleasure. "You are my mate, woman. I want to hear you say it." He could tell she was getting close to her own climax by the death grip she had on her blankets and the mewling sounds she was making, and it was stirring his own lust as he tried to keep himself from getting overly rough.

"I'm your mate, Vegeta. I'll always be your mate. And you'll always be mine. Oooh, make me yours, my prince!" Bulma cried, her skin flushed completely red now.

Vegeta was unable to respond, turned on much more than he thought possible as his hips gained a mind of their own, becoming more forceful with each stroke into her slick womanhood. Had his mind not become primitive and bestial, he would have been worrying about being too rough on the fragile human, but he was beyond conscious thought now as he gripped her hips tighter and leaned down to bite into her shoulder in the same place as before, turning the superficial bite mark into one as deep as she had inflicted on him some minutes before. He felt her sex clenching him tightly as her pleasure-filled wails rose up, driving him wild as he thrust deeply into her one last time and held himself still as he climaxed once more, pushed over the edge by his mate's orgasm.

Some minutes later, after his mind cleared, he found himself cradling Bulma tenderly in his arms. He became concerned as he noticed she was sobbing. "I… I'm sorry, Bulma. Did I hurt you?" 'Of course you hurt her, you idiot! You became an animal! You would have hurt even a Saiyan woman, no doubt!' He thought, chastising himself for his brutality.

Bulma looked at him in confusion, wiping away the tears. "I'm not hurt… well. Let me take that back… I'm going to be pretty sore, but I'm not injured. I'm just… happy. And being this happy upsets me, because it makes me feel guilty because I thought I loved Yamcha, but here I am making love to the man who was responsible for his death."

Vegeta's face darkened and he looked away. "I didn't kill any of your friends. It was all Nappa and the Saibamen. I was responsible though, and I am… sorry. If you ever tell anyone I said that, I'll…" He glanced at her. Whatever threat he came up with, he knew he wouldn't follow through with. "Nothing I suppose. But after we get to Namek, I'm sure we'll find dragonballs, which we'll use to bring your friends back. Then we'll find Frieza, wherever he is, and destroy him. I promise you this, woman." He grew silent as he realized that he had forgotten about his wish for immortality. He would either have to pass up the wish for immortality or go back on his promise. As he looked at Bulma, who was drifting off to sleep, he told himself a little white lie. 'I'll just wish for immortality someday in the future. There's no rush. When Piccolo is wished back to life, the earth's dragonballs will return, after all. There's no rush…'

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Bulma woke up some time later, feeling sore and groggy from the earlier lovemaking. She sat up slowly and realized how much colder she felt without Vegeta's warmth. She shivered and walked past her shredded clothes to her dresser and reached in for a pair of work pants and a sweater. As she was about to put the sweater on, she looked at herself in the mirror, seeing the red and already scarring bite mark on her shoulder. Her hand trailed up to touch it and she smiled. "Vegeta… my mate. I like the sound of that." Bulma giggled as she realized she now bore the mark of the beast, and she was perfectly happy with that fact. She looked outside after donning her sweater, not bothering to put on a bra, and saw her father finishing up the circuit soldering she had walked away from for her tryst with the Saiyan prince. She walked over to her other window in the room and looked out to see Vegeta sparring with Krillin and occasionally glancing up at her window. She stepped closer so he could see her and smiled at him and waved. Vegeta paused just long enough to take a hard right from Krillin's fist, pissing the Saiyan off and he smacked Krillin down into the ground as a result. As Krillin pulled himself up and counted the stars wandering around his head, he didn't see Vegeta wink at Bulma, who blushed and hurried downstairs to continue work on the spaceship.

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Gohan stared with bleary eyes at the math work in front of him, wishing for the hundredth time that day that he was training with his father. He knew he couldn't get to Capsule Corporation without his mother finding out and grounding him for the rest of his life, but she would have no objections to him taking a break and going outside. Convincing himself of that, he flew out to a secluded spot in the woods and began practicing the moves that Piccolo had taught him, thinking that at the very least he could maintain his skills, if not improve them. "I would become so much better with a sensei, though." Gohan said out loud, frustrated at his mother's iron fist when it came to his studying. He wondered if there would have been any circumstances that would have convinced his mother to let him go to Namek. "Ha… dad would probably have had to have been dead again or on death's door for mom to let me go to Namek and postpone my studies." Gohan said, chuckling at the thought. "That, or only if the world would be blown up if I didn't go… ah well. Dad and Krillin can handle it, and Vegeta can probably help, assuming he does help, that is." Gohan continued his practice, letting his fantasies of going into space play out in his mind as his body strained to become faster and strike harder. "Piccolo… wherever you are, I'll try to keep getting stronger, even if I have to keep up with my studies." Gohan vowed silently.

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Piccolo paused for a moment on Snake Way, looking back towards where the Earth's way station had been. Yamcha, Chaoitzu, and Tien paused as well, giving the Namek a suspicious look. "What's going on, green man?" Yamcha quipped.

Piccolo glared at him before replying. "Nothing, I was just thinking of Gohan. I'm glad he survived the battle. I hope everything is ok with everyone there on earth."

Tien shrugged. "I wouldn't worry about it, Piccolo. We should get moving again though, we're almost to King Kai's planet. Hopefully he'll train us just like he did for Goku. We could sure use it!"

Chaoitzu looked downcast at those words, earning a concerned look from the three-eyed man. "I don't think there would be much point in my training. I can't get wished back by the dragonballs like you guys can, after all."

"Aw come on, little guy. Cheer up. At the very least you'll get to spend time with us!" Yamcha said with a grin, hoping it would cheer the little emperor up.

Piccolo put his hand on the little white skinned man-child's shoulder in one of his rare moments of compassion. "Yamcha is right… and you know how hard it is for me to say such a thing. Never give up hope. At the very least, you could become stronger and find something to do here in Otherworld where your strength is needed. But, don't count yourself out just yet. There could always be another way."

The little emperor nodded and followed along behind the others, willing himself to become more determined. Soon he was ahead of the others and taunting them to move faster. Tien cast an appreciative glance at the Namek, who ignored him of course. They were sure that it wasn't much further to King Kai's planet, and they couldn't wait to see if the guardian would train them.

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End of Chapter 2. I hope you all are liking the story so far. More Gohan stuff is definitely coming up, just be patient. You all enjoyed this chapter though, right? Teehee. Next chapter you'll get to see the Z team going into space. Can Goku and Vegeta live in relative harmony on a long trip to Planet Namek without killing each other? Oh, the suspense. Hehe As always, reviews are peachy keen!