Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Falling in Love a Second Time ❯ Soul Mates ( Chapter 14 )

Falling In Love A Second Time

Chapter 14 - Soul Mates

Their bodies melted together in a sweltering fusion of passion as the unrestrained thirst to become one was finally quenched. The reverberation of ecstasy cried from the deepest confines of their souls as the sensation each sparked within the other was too much to veil. With every passing minute the bliss became more than either believed survivable as they reached a new zenith in stimulation.

His eyes were clenched tightly as he wished to experience nothing but the perfection of the tight wetness that embraced him. He moved in a challenging speed that she managed to match to utter precision. The unison in which they moved was anything but timid, it was intrepid and vigorous in a fashion that only each could demand of the other.

They finally reached the climax their bodies had been so desperately fighting for, and all stopped. His body collapsed atop his mate's, having spilled all of his seed into her very welcoming body. His eyes clenched shut as his mind tried to register the sensations he was feeling. His body had been denied such gratification for all his existence. Only now could he feel free to experience such euphoria.

The two lay together in each other's embrace as their once raging breathing slowed to that of a murmur. He was the first to open his eyes, as he examined his mate's resting form. "Woman?" he asked, just above a whisper.

Her eyes fluttered open, as she looked upon her lover. "Hm?" She moaned as her hand found its way to his forehead to banish the beads of sweat from his brow.

He gently reflected her act before he brought his lips to the side of her neck, kissing it lightly. His eyes refused to find hers again as he asked, "Are you satisfied?" His tone was that of gentle humor, but the question held more importance than that of a passing curiosity.

She smiled as wide as her exhausted muscles would allow her. "I've never felt such satisfaction in all my existence."

He felt a renewed sense of pride consume him as he had heard the confirmation of her mutual gratification. He rolled to his side as he caged the woman in his arms, still very much inside her, and without intention of changing that. "You are mine," he whispered softly into her ear, as he rested his head atop hers.

"As much as you are mine," she whispered back. Both then closed their eyes. Sleep was the only remedy for the blissful agony they had just suffered.

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Vegeta's eyes flew open as he sprang from his slumber. 'That dream.' His lids slowly closed once more as he allowed his body to remember the feelings such images could invoke within him.

This had not been the first time he had dreamt such events. The visions he had just seen were the first link he and Bulma had ever made. It was their first collective dream. Before either could recognize, let alone admit, their feelings, they shared an illusion of passion that each had felt was just as real as the actual experience they would repetitively join in years later.

How painfully the dream taunted him, now that he was being denied both the union of his and his mate's body and mind. Though he hoped he had succeeded in clearing up his intentions the night prior, he knew any hopes of having her again would be foolish. She was clearly not ready to accept what was between them, and as painful as it was for him to realize, he knew he couldn't force upon her what she still would not want.

With a heavy sigh, Vegeta pulled himself from under his covers and headed into his bathroom. Pulling off his clothing, he decided to do something he only does when he is with his mate. Turning the valve to a scalding heat, he began filling the tub with water. Dropping his body into the warmth, Vegeta allowed his mind to drift to happier times; times when he still had a woman in his life who loved him in spite of his colossal list of flaws.

'How I miss feeling your body against mine, woman,' he closed his eyes and let the thought drift to his mate, knowing full well she would not hear him. 'I would give anything to have you back once more.' Vegeta began to replay some of the most intimate moments he had ever experienced with his wife. Under the tumultuous circumstances, that was the only way he knew he could stay close to her, through his memories. As pathetic as it felt for the Saiya-jin no ouji, all he could do was cling to the past, fearful that the future would be stolen from him.

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'How I miss feeling your body against mine, woman… I would give anything to have you back once more.'

Bulma's hand clenched her chest as the sound of her recently discovered husband raced through her mind. His genuine feelings of longing filled her soul almost as poignantly as her own. 'He needs me,' she was certain, as she rose from the couch. After Trunks had left, she had begun considering ways to inform her husband that she had realized her relationship to him. She was slightly tentative in her decision-making, since she didn't want to leave him with the wrong impression.

Yes, she knew he was her husband, but was she ready to fulfill the obligations that such a union requires? 'Well, I've already slept with him, so I don't think that area will be a problem,' she thought, with an abbreviated chuckle. As bizarre as the situation seemed, she couldn't deny the peace she felt within his arms. The only time all turmoil had escaped her was last night, as they made love… Love? Was that truly what it was? She hoped so. He had seemed adamant about his honest intentions, after she had so wrongfully accused him of using her. So what was her worry?

With a renewed determination, Bulma headed upstairs towards her husband's bedroom. She was more than ready to get everything out in the open. She looked forward to hearing the entire story as to how exactly they ended up together and what they meant to one another. Judging by the feelings she had been experiencing, and the ones she recognized from him, she imagined it was a lot.

Taking a long breath before knocking on his door, Bulma waited to be greeted by her husband. After a few moments without any answer, she knocked a second, and then a third time, waiting for some response. When she continually received none, she tentatively decided to open the door and venture an unannounced entrance. 'He must be asleep,' she decided, as she entered the room. To her surprise, the bed, though ruffled, was empty. Walking slowly over to investigate further, Bulma sat quietly upon the soft mattress as a deep smile graced her lips. 'He's been here recently; I can still smell his scent.' She allowed herself to inhale greedily. A heat began to pulsate through her loins; his musky aroma was like an aphrodisiac to her.

Jolting from her momentary loss of thought, Bulma's eyes wandered over to the bathroom, noting a light coming from under the door. 'Hm… That's funny, I don't hear the shower running.' She became curious as she ventured to walk closer to the room in question. Once she was just outside the door, she listened carefully for a clue as to whether or not he was indeed in there. She heard nothing.

'Maybe he just forgot to turn the light off,' she considered, before slowly moving her hand to the doorknob to find out for herself. As soon as the door opened, a sweltering mist of fog heated her body as though she had just entered a sauna. Closing the door behind her, before too much cold air could penetrate the room, Bulma's eyes soon fell upon the man she had been searching for. Her hand flew up to cover her mouth before her gasp could be vocalized. Under the sheath of water, lay the very naked form of her lover from the previous night. His eyes were closed as his body lay completely still. If she hadn't known him to be invincible, she would have thought him dead where he laid motionless.

'At least he looks peaceful,' she thought with some relief, as she began to move closer to him. Dropping to her knees, next to the tub, she hesitantly reached her hand out to touch his moistened skin. 'So soft,' she noticed, as she wiped a few beads of sweat from his brow. 'So this is all mine,' she held a laugh at the thought, as she allowed her eyes free reign over his body. She hadn't taken the time the night prior for such an in-depth observation, but now she realized what she had missed. There was not a single imperfection to his body. His every muscle was toned to the fullest and his compact physique was in complete proportion-save one extension that was much larger than she would have ever imagined. 'How does he hide that thing in that thin spandex he wears?' she wondered briefly, before deciding this was an inappropriate time to be gawking. The longer she stared, the more she wanted to join him in that tub and let him continue what he had done to her last night-'Hey, why can't I?' she asked herself, as she rose from the ground. 'He's my husband, so I am allowed to…' Thoughts of having him again were simply too exciting to be ignored.

'There,' she finished removing her clothes with pride. It pleased her to no end, that even with thirteen years of forgotten aging, she still looked like a million bucks, as did the man she was about to pounce on. 'Hm… How to wake him?' she wondered, before lifting one foot over the edge of the tub and stepping into the water. It was hot, and she needed a moment or two to adjust, but once she did, she pulled the other one in, planting one foot on either side of his hips. Slowly kneeling into the hot water, she lowered herself so she was sitting lightly atop of his pelvis. She took another deep breath as her nose was assaulted by his thick scent once again.

Leaning in for a better inhalation, she allowed the tip of her nose to run across his neck, eliciting a deep purr from her subject. Enjoying the pleasure filled sound, Bulma decided he wouldn't mind if she made her moves ever more intrepid. Running her fingertips over the soft skin that encased his rock hard abs, she brought her lips to his throat before beginning a slow assault down his neck. Her lips parted ever so slightly as she allowed her tongue to taste the salty beads of sweat that had been purged from his heated flesh. Basking in his essence, all other thoughts but those of pleasure began to drift from Bulma's mind. So lost was she, that she failed to notice the man she was dominating was beginning to awaken.

"Bulma…" The sound of her name had never sent such chills up her spine as it did at that second. Still lost somewhere between reality and fantasy, Vegeta attempted to conclude if the little nymph that was now currently biting the hardened bud of his nipple, was in fact the same woman that had all but demanded his distance from her. Seemingly not caring whether the peaceful deity above him was in his mind or real, he lifted his hands to touch that which was his salvation.

Bulma couldn't contain the deep groan that escaped her lips at the feel of his soft hands on her waist. "Vegeta," she whispered his name, as she removed her lips from his chest so she could bring her eyes to meet his. She was shocked to see the glowing smile that adorned his face while his eyes remained closed. "Vegeta," she called his name again, this time with a near chuckle. The once 'scary' man that had terrorized the Earth suddenly seemed like a child on Christmas day.

The sound of his name a second time prompted Vegeta to reluctantly open his eyes. He feared as soon as he did, he'd realize his mind was once again playing tricks on him; but instead, to his utter bewilderment, the breathless articulation of his name had come from none other than his very naked wife, who was currently straddling his waist in a very playful manner. "B-Bulma, what are you--"

His confused question was swiftly cut over by the invasive kiss of his passionate mate. He put forth no protest, as she covetously tasted fully his mouth, while her hands entangled themselves in his hair. The act was a marked change from her more submissive movements from the night before; how he missed the challenge.

When they finally separated, Bulma took a deep breath to refill her lungs with the precious air she had just exhaled. She smiled genuinely down at the still confused, though highly aroused, man beneath her. "I'm so sorry to interrupt your bath," she began rather coyly, as she traced the contours of his face, "but I needed to talk to you."

"Is that so?" Vegeta placed a smirk upon his face as he shifted slightly so he could securely hold his mate, strategically preventing any abrupt escapes.

Bulma withheld a laugh at his possessiveness, 'how could I have not seen this before?' she wondered, prior to answering his question. "Yes, I wanted to apologize." She grew very serious as she lowered her lips to kiss his cheek lightly before nestling her head next to his. "I've been so awful to you." She sniffled at the thought.

Vegeta's grasp tightened, as he lifted one arm to stroke her damp hair, in an attempt to ease her pain. "You need not apologize," he assumed this plea for forgiveness stemmed from her having come to her senses about the reality of what had happened between them the night before, "I shouldn't have mated with you last night, you were not ready. It was my fault, not yours."

"No," Bulma disagreed, knowing his response was in regards to the last conversation they had, before she knew the truth. Gently placing her hand onto his cheek and twisting his face so his eyes were even with hers, she clarified, "I'm not talking about just last night; I am talking about everything. From the time I awoke from my coma, I have unfairly treated you horribly. I can only imagine what it must feel like to have your wife be so inconsiderate."

Vegeta frowned at the bitter memories, but that was now all over, he now has his wife-wife! "What did you just say?" Vegeta gasped, as he realized the title she had given herself in regards to him.

"I know," she answered with a glorious smile, "I know we are husband and wife, I know you are Trunks' father, and I know what it has been costing you to protect me from that truth. I don't know of any words to accurately describe my gratitude, so that's why I am here."

What had been a glimmer of relief in Vegeta's eyes suddenly turned emotionless, as he asked her a monotone counter question. "You do not have your memories back?" He surmised from the manner in which she spoke.

"Unfortunately no," she admitted, "I have been getting some flashes of things, but I didn't put everything together until today. I'm glad I did though, I just can't believe what I have been putting you through."

Vegeta nodded with a bitter chuckle as he shifted in the water to push his mate, none too gently, off of him so he could step out of the tub. As soon as he did, he kept his back to her as he spoke. "Don't bother feeling sorry for me; I don't want your pity or your body in compensation for your ignorance of the situation." His voice dripped with insult as he spoke every word. Grabbing a towel, he began to quickly dry himself off so he could depart.

Bulma's eyes widened in disbelief as she listened to his accusations, in utter offense she pulled herself out of the water and cut his path off before he could exit. "How dare you!" She screamed in utter disbelief, "I am trying to apologize and you act like it's causing you some kind of humiliation!"

"Isn't it!?" Vegeta hissed back with equal fury, "You join me in my bath as if you are actually interested in being with me, but instead you admit that your only interest is in atoning for your neglect? Do you actually think so little of my motives, that I would actually accept sex from you out of pity!?"

Bulma's entire expression fell as she listened to his reasoning. "No," she disagreed almost painfully, "but apparently you think so little of my motives, to believe that I would actually offer sex to a man I felt nothing for, out of some sense of obligation!" As she finished, she stepped out of his path and walked back into the tub to reheat her naked flesh, after feeling the chill of the air.

For several moments, nothing but silence remained between the two, before Bulma suddenly felt a warm body rejoin her. "I'm sorry," he spoke the words that he could only use so freely with her, "I guess I am just so used to being denied you, that when I am faced with the idealism, I am too guarded to realize it."

"Is this how it always is for us?" she wondered aloud briefly. "I mean, I assume, we are not the fairytale couple I always dreamed of."

"Unfortunately no," Vegeta admitted sadly, "a nightmare would perhaps be a better summary of us. But, it has only made us stronger in our unity."

Bulma allowed herself to smile as she shifted around to face her husband once more. Running her fingers through his wild mane, she continued, "I may not have all of my memories, but I can still feel. Last night I knew I felt something more than lust, I was just too afraid to let myself believe it. But now I know I can, because I know what I was feeling wasn't imaginary, I know-I can feel just how real it is," she admitted, as her lips slowly drifted towards his. Their chemistry was unquestionable. Their bodies knew exactly what they both needed, as they gave into one another.

The water that surrounded them failed to break the slow and graceful movements their bodies joined in. Soft kisses, tender caresses, and gentle explorations of one another's flesh, aroused in both of them the desire to quench their perpetual thirst. Though they had joined the night before, it had not been as it was now; both were now fully conscious and aware of their actions; the lust of suppressed sexual tension was no longer a factor, this time their coupling was deeper than on a physical level, their spirits were joining as well.

"Tell me woman," Vegeta demanded breathlessly, as he positioned himself at her entrance, his one and only source of fulfillment. "Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me. Tell me!"

Bulma smiled, understanding his need for confirmation that this wasn't like last time, he needed to know she was as desperate to become one with him as he was to join with her. With some effort, Bulma lifted her hands to cup his face as she pulled his lips down to brush against hers. "I want this," she confessed ever so desperately, "I want only you."

As soon as the admission left her lips, their mouths locked in a searing kiss as Vegeta plunged deep inside of her blissful abyss. Both were in complete syncopation as they forged towards that moment of perfection that only they could bring forth in one another. And when that euphoric release finally came, as the halls of Capsule Corporation echoed with each of their names, both were reminded ever so clearly of what they are and will always be: soul mates. They are truly each other's matches, the filler to their every void.

The two lay still for several minutes, as they each basked in the afterglow of their coupling. Once Vegeta had managed to recover, he lifted his head to watch his mate as she fought to catch her breath; Dende, how he had missed such the arousing display that it was.

Bulma, suddenly realizing the eyes that lay upon her, slowly looked up to catch the gaze of her mate. A small grin spread across her lips, almost as though she could read his mind. "Shall we go again?"

Vegeta smirked, very much enjoying her enthusiasm. "Yes, we shall." He dipped his tongue out to nip at her nose before admitting to his plan, "And then again, and again, and again, until your throat is too hoarse to speak, from screaming my name in adoration."

"Hm… That sounds like fun," she purred, before the pair resumed with their mating. They had been denied one another for much too long; it was now time to make up for their loss.

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"W ell, I am glad to hear that you think everything is all right." Chi-Chi watched Trunks suspiciously as he assured her that this sleepover was not some way for Bulma to try and push her problems away. "But, are you certain nothing is wrong?"

"Yes," Trunks agreed, for what seemed like the millionth time since he had arrived.

"Come on Chi-Chi," Goku tried to pry the woman away so the boy could go out and spar, "if he says everything is fine, I am sure it is."

"All right," Chi-Chi was reluctant to agree, before walking over to the living room to take a 'relaxing' seat upon the couch.

"Ok, now you and Goten have fun," Goku waved to the two boys as they darted towards the door.

Trunks made it almost outside before he abruptly stopped and turned to run back to Goku, as if he had just remembered something important. "Oh, yeah, I wanted to ask you something." Trunks looked up at Goku, with a perplexed expression.

"Um, ok, what is it?" the taller Saiya-jin asked, while scratching the back of his head and laughing somewhat awkwardly.

"Well, this might sound like a weird question but… Ok, my Mom once told me that she found out she was pregnant with me from my Dad. She said he knew because he could sense a second ki coming from her, but, what I was wondering was, if there could be any other reason for sensing a second ki in someone?"

Goku raised a curious brow as he thought for a few moments on the possibility. "No," he finally decided, "I remember when Chi-Chi was pregnant with Gohan, and the very distinct feeling of his ki once he was conceived. The difference in their energy levels made the distinction quite obvious. But, I can't think of any other reason there would be two ki's radiating from one person, unless of course a fusion was involved… Is that what you're talking about?"

Trunks shook his head, "I seriously doubt my Mom fused with someone. Maybe my senses were just off."

"Y-Your Mom?!" Goku poorly hid his shock, "are you saying you felt a second ki coming from your mother!?"

Trunks raised a suspicious brow at the man's livid reaction, but knowing how bizarre Goku has a tendency to be, he decided to ignore it. "Yeah, at least I thought I did. I guess I was mistaken; I mean, Mom and Dad have barely been around each other, how could she be pregnant?" Trunks laughed at the absurdity. Deciding that what he felt couldn't have been accurate, he chose to end this rather one-sided investigation. "Thanks anyway for your help!" He waved back to Goku before turning to head outside to meet up with Goten.

Once he was gone, it took Goku all of his strength to wander back into the living room with the shocking news he had just been dealt.

"Goku? Goku? What's wrong?" Chi-Chi immediately jumped from her seat as soon as she saw the dazed look upon her husband's face.

"I can't believe it," Goku whispered numbly, as he took a seat on the recliner. "Bulma's pregnant."

Dead silence ensued for what felt like hours, before a shriek came from the lady of the house. "BULMA'S WHAT?!" Chi-Chi cried in horror. "But she can't be pregnant! It would make the child Yamcha's! It would destroy her family! I mean, my Dende, can you imagine what it would do to Trunks and Vegeta!"

"I know," Goku frowned, "But Trunks said he felt a second ki from his mother. He convinced himself that his senses were wrong because it seems impossible in his mind, but… We need to tell her now." Goku stood from his seat. "I mean, if Trunks could feel the ki, it will only be a matter of time before Vegeta is close enough to her to feel it."

"Oh, don't even make me think about that!" Chi-Chi cringed at the kind of damage such a discovery would cause. "All right, let's go see them now, before things get any worse."

Goku nodded as he reached out one hand to place upon his wife's shoulder, and then extended two fingers of the other against his forehead. In the blink of an eye, the two had disappeared from the room, and reappeared before a sight that would horrifyingly be embedded in each of their minds for the rest of their lives.

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Auth or's Note: I'm not even going to comment; I think you can all guess what happens next! Will things get all cleared up in the next chapter? And what about Bulma's memories, will she ever get those back? Find out next time...