Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fate's Coincidences ❯ Chapter 12
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By: skhr 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.15.2012 | Pages: 3 | Words: 7.1K | Visits: 407 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.15.2012 | Pages: 3 | Words: 7.1K | Visits: 407 | Status: Work In Progress
Author’s Note:I want to mention something that I should have done two Chapters ago – only my overworked brain forgot.
Humungous thanks to Littlepumpkingirl for all her inspirational, correcting and idea helping! It is really appreciated and it does work wonders.
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Thank you!!! Now on with the story …
“What the hell?” Was all that Bulma could mutter from a mouth that was so parched she could have sworn there was no saliva left in it. She tried to swallow back the bitter taste of regret that lingered on her tongue but nothing seemed to pass through the gulping movement of her throat. The slashes against her skin burned in complain as they were stretched from movement. The heavy burden of betrayal and despair lay like a prison sentence upon her limp body. She tried to get up but could only manage to raise her head slightly. Even that proved to be a tremendous task as the blood rushed to her brain and with a swirling pain she dropped its blue weight back down. Back down onto a fluffy pillow. A pillow? Did they have pillows in heaven? Kami she hoped not. She felt sure she was dead but really she didn’t want to be. Who knew what awaited her in the afterlife and she was not ready to find out just yet.
But the pain she felt in her tired limbs and the band of cold hard hatred and anger that clutched at her chest proved that she was definitely alive.Surely she would never feel this terrible – even in hell. She was wide awake and definitely not dead. She let her eyes, which seemed to be the only organ that could move without much pain, sweep through the room. It was a horribly furnished room with familiar shades of light purple, bright white and blood red. It was extremely bright inside and Bulma’s eyes soon began to burn in complain. With the only organ she could use now shut tightly closed Bulma let out a muffled curse and a loud groan of frustration.
“Bulma?” The soft questioning voice had Bulma bolting up from the too soft bed, ignoring her poor, protesting limbs and clutching at the silk like purple sheet that covered her body as if it would be ripped from her soon. As if it was a barrier that could protect her from her enemies. She looked at the shadow of a tall figure moving towards her, the muscles stiff with tension.
“Turles?” Bulma’s tongue felt too thick to string together a coherent sentence and so she allowed her eyes to speak for her. She didn’t even know what she wanted to ask only that she needed answers. Answers as to what the hell was going on here.
“It’s a good thing that My Prince had asked us to stay back until he gave us permission to intervene or we might have been of no use to you.” Turles told her in a tone that bellied its obvious admiration for the man Bulma wanted to murder with her bare hands.
She barely knew Turles and she had the distinct impression that Ren didn’t fancy her much but at least they had saved her. Bulma thought with venom. Not an ounce of gratitude in her being. “Well I guess I owe you and Ren my life then.” Bulma said reluctantly. She couldn’t imagine what those words of gratitude would entail and desperately wished she didn’t feel so obliged to say them as any payment the two would claim was sure to be ghastly.
Turles let out a deep chuckle that had Bulma’s eyes glaring at him indignantly. Honestly, Bulma Briefs owing anyone a favour was not to be taken lightly. Even in the dirty depths of space. Seeing the angry look that was directed at him Turles immediately stifled his amusement and tried to placate the beauty before him.
“Forgive me. It was just that if you owe anyone Bulma it would be Prince Vegeta. If it were not for him we would have never saved you. We follow his orders.”Turles told her bluntly without sounding apologetic in the least.
“You forget Turles that it was Vegeta who told Cold to kill me.” She tried to sound unaffected by the whole scenario but the venom that laced her words even had Turles wincing. His eyebrows drew together in a frown.
“Bulma, Vegeta asked Ren and I to save you.” A simple statement and Bulma felt like she was missing a crucial piece to a very important puzzle.
“How?”
He didn’t want to think of how close he had come to loosing Bulma because that continued to be a stark reminder of how weak he really was. He was there, at the point of no return, already haven spoken the words to severely cut and burn all ties with her, when he knew he couldn’t allow it to happen. He wasn’t ready to let her go yet. It was dark and desperate times …
He would just stand back and let her die. Right? No! Heknew the moment the thought had crossed his mind that he couldn’t do it. There was no one else there who could save her. He would have to do it because for some reason the image of a pale and lifeless Bulma lying before his eyes caused his super Saiyan energy to soar to indescribable heights. And then it came to him. There was someone who could save her.
“Turles? Can you hear me?”
“Yes my Prince, I can.” Turles and Vegeta used there Saiyan telepathy to ensure that Bulma lived. And it had worked. Oh how sweetly it had worked.
She was here now, alive, while he had claimed his victory. Only he couldn’t tell where that left them. It was strange linking himself with anther being when he’d spent all his life alone and yet it gave him an odd sense of completeness to think that there was someone out there who had wanted him for himself. Wanted? Was it past tense now? He could explain to her what had really taken place but he wasn’t sure he wanted to. He didn’t want her to know how she affected him and he certainly didn’t want to have to explain himself to anyone. If she wished to leave then so be it.
“Snow here has worked for the Cold’s for a very long time.” Ren mentioned with dispassion as she nodded towards the bumbling fool of an Ice-jin shaking like a leaf just behind her.
“What is your point Ren?” Vegeta rasped, already bored with this interview.
“He is willing, after some friendly persuasion, to continue to work for the Empire. For us.” Ren explained.
Vegeta nodded slightly not fully on par with Ren’s thoughts. “What have we heard from Cooler?”
“He sends his congratulations on your latest victory My Lord and wishes to welcome you when you land on Planet Cold.” The Ice-jin answered hurriedly as if trying to prove his worth.
“That will not be necessary.” Vegeta dismissed with the wave of his hand. He knew exactly why Cooler felt the sudden urge to welcome him back into the fold and he had no wish to entertain the idiots notions of receiving any more of the Universe. Vegeta ignored the surprised look on Ren’s face and the utter disbelief on the Ice-jin’s as his mind wandered in another direction.
He sensed Bulma approaching the large room that he was in and injecting authority and dismissal in his voice he ordered Ren and the Ice-jinout from the large room. They rocked back as if they couldn’t believe he had just ended something so important for no reason.And in truth it could have been if only he had been paying closer attention. However, he hadn’t been and he was not about to second guess the decision he just made. One of the very first decisions he had made from his height of power. After all, he didn’t need to give the fools his undivided attention to be steps ahead of them. And at this point he didn’t possess the patience or time to reassure those around him. They should not question his authority in the first place.
“Now!” He roared and was pleasedto have them scurry out of the room like headless chicken. However Ren stalled her departure for a studying look at Vegeta causing her tobump into Bulma, with an unusually bewildered Turles behind her, reminding Vegeta of Kakarot. Ren turned to glare pointedly at Vegeta, which he ignored as his gaze was locked on Bulma, before Turles, summing up the situation quickly, pulled at Ren’s arm and silently closed the door shut.
Vegeta tried to read the bland look that Bulma bestowed upon him but for the first time in his life he couldn’t tell what another was thinking. It unnerved him, put him on edge and made him want to attack. Although he knew with a natural instinct that the best way forward now was to let Bulma make the first move and so he leaned back against the annoyingly plush chair and crossed his arms while he looked directly at her. She crossed her hands, mimicking his posture, and waited. She tossed her blue head high and waited as if she were expecting something from him. He knew what it was then, but there was no way he would give it to her. He could see her blue eyes rove to the side to watch him and when he still offered her only silence she uncrossed her arms and placed her hands on her hips. Foot tapping impatiently on the atrocious pink marble floor she stuck out her head at him and he fought hard to repress a smirk. Her blue eyes flared to burning flames. One, two, three …
“You barbaric, insolent, rude … jerk.” She sputtered and her hands flew up in a helpless gesture, her head looking more like a vicious dragon’s than a beautiful woman’s. “Stop sitting there and staring at me. Say something for heaven’s sake.” She demanded furiously and then as if sensing how angry she was,she took in a calming breath and crossed her hands against her chest once more, feigning calm indifference.
All Vegeta could think at that point was how deliciously tantalizing she looked then. Her face flushed with anger, her ample bosom heaving and her gorgeous twin blue eyes sparking with fire.
“What would you have me say woman? I saved your fat ass and all you have, yet again, is pointless screaming, murderous threats and screeching tantrums.” He knew he provoked her but he so enjoyed doing it that he couldn’t stop himself. And the fact that she was not asking to go home or accusing him of leaving her for dead let him know that Turles must have told her the things that she hadn’t seen or heard.
“Fat ass?” She spluttered and he watched as she came over to the table picking up a hideous ornament that Vegeta couldn’t decide what it resembled and aimed for his head. Of course with his reflexes he moved to avoid contact and the porcelain shattered into uneven pieces against the wall behind him. With lightning speed he manoeuvred himself to stand before her and haul her into his arms. He placed her squirming body onto the large desk he was sitting behind only moments ago and trapped her between his legs.
Bulma could only clutch at the muscular biceps beneath her palms as she was thoroughly man handled. “Ape.” She muttered when she could breathe again and her head stopped spinning.
“I warned you about that temper of yours woman.” Vegeta growled, his hot breath fanning the tiny tendrils of hair from her face.
“And you promised that it would get me into trouble.” She reminded him with a suggestive smile.
Vegeta could only shake his head in wonder at how she could go from burning fury to deviouslyflirtatious within seconds. His hands were placed intimately on her lush hips and he wanted so badly to move his palms to the curve of her rounded bottom but refrained from doing so. “You wished to go home woman?”
She rolled her big blue eyes at him and placed her hands on his shoulders, her thumbs making circular patterns on his shoulder pads. “That was when I thought you had left me to die you jerk.”
“And now?” His voice lowered to a soft seductive purr, ignoring the latter of her statement. She knew and that was all that mattered.
Bulma stared at him for what felt like an eternity. She felt as if she were standing at the edge of a cliff, deciding whether she should jump or not. She knew that once she stepped forward there was no going back – only she wanted to jump. Oh, how she wanted to jump. Her heart sped up in her chest and her breathing turned fast and heavy while her eyelids drooped to conceal the thoughts she felt sure Vegeta could read. She knew the truth now and how could she let that bother her after the events of today? There was no way she could turn her back on him now. She had met her Prince but it was not the fairy tale she had thought it would be. There would be lots and lots of work for her to do. There would be no candlelight dinners, flowers or romantic gestures and words but she could handle that. For him, she would be willing to do just about anything. She couldn’t deny her feelings for this arrogant, obnoxious and devastating man any more than she could deny herself breathing. And she was so sick of analysing every detail until it could mean a million different things. She was going to take the plunge, follow her heart and accept things as they were delivered.
“And now I want you to kiss me.” She said bravely and was relieved whenhe didn’t need to be told twice. With a swooping movement his dark head bent towards hers and Bulma positioned herself to best receive his advances.
With expert intention his tongue found its way inside the moist heat of her mouth to battle with her own tongue. She matched him stroke for stroke as they created a burning passion within themselves. A passion that was demanding they satiate it now. Bulma instinctively spread her thighs apart so Vegeta could bury his burning erection in the warmth of her inner thighs. She arched at the feeling of his clothed desire rubbing sinuously against the most intimate part of her. A groan of pure longing and undiluted passion escaped Bulma’s parted lips. She wrapped her legs around Vegeta’s waist and rocked against him, craving closer contact with him, as her fingers wove its way through his thick black hair to hold him to her. His long, thick tail curled around her lower spine to hold her possessively to him and she let out a groan of approval.
Vegeta breathed in the heady scent of Bulma and her sweet arousal. He trailed heated kisses along the smooth column of her neck and made his way to her full breasts. He pulled back his head just short of touching the swelling cleavage with his mouth. His gaze found those pools of blue eyes, glazed over with desire, passion and need, looking directly at him. He let a satisfied smirk touch the corner of his mouth as he looked at her heaving chest. Licking his sensual lips in anticipation he ripped Bulma’s top in two halves. The sight of two full, high and pouty breasts greeting him produced a visceral groan from deep within his chest.
Bulma closed her eyes and leaned back at the first touch of Vegeta’s hot, warm mouth on the plump flesh of her breasts as he placed open mouthed kisses on the heavy mounds. She arched into him and he obliged her silent plea by rocking his hips against hers. And then the burning heat of his mouth found the delicious peak of her nipple to set her entire being alight. He twirled the hardened bud around his tongue before grazing the sensitive tip with his teeth. Bulma gasped in pure pleasure and knew that she would soon die if the wet ache in between her thighs was not satisfied! While Vegeta continued to torture the other nipple Bulma moved her hands down the corded strength of his neck and then felt the muscles of his broad shoulders and back. Kami, but they were strong shoulders, shoulders that could carry her every burden, her every heartache and Bulma couldn’t ever recall feeling so desperate for completion before. She didn’t think she could stop now, even if the entire building was set up in flames for her own body was caught in its own blazing inferno.
Vegeta broke the body to body contact momentarily so he could divest himself of his own clothes as he wanted to feel his skin against Bulma’s. But before he could remove his armour two dainty hands settled softly upon his chest.
“Let me.” Her voice was husky and raw with desire and Vegeta couldn’t help but capture her sweet, swollen lips for another feverish kiss before allowing her to undress him. Her hands tugged at the shiny armour until it moved off his body and over his head. She then proceeded to remove the blue spandex of his training suit. All the while her eyes devoured his broad shoulders and muscular chest but she didn’t touch him. She threw his shirt over her head and then bit her bottom lip as she continued to stare at him as if he were only a figment of her imagination. One she was afraid to touch for fear he might disappear. But he wanted her hands on his body, so much so that he could have sworn his skin tingled for her touch. Unable to resist the urge to have her soft hands on him any longer he grabbed clumsily at her wrists and placed her palms flat down on his chest. He was helpless to stop the groan that rushed through his mouth at the cool feel of her palms on his heated body.
He was all hot skin and muscled flesh. Bulma admired as her hands felt their way along his pectoral muscles and lower to the rock hard abdomen before drifting back up, her finger nails scraping experimentally over flat male nipples, before squeezing his chest. She could feel his heart pounding there and enjoyed the shudder that vibrated against her hands. Feeling emboldened and desperate to have him naked before her again Bulma pulled at the ends of his pants before letting the stretchy material slap back against his waist, earning her a feral growl from Vegeta.
“Take it off lover.” She commanded and looked straight into those deep dark eyes with undisguised challenge. His eyes flashed with pure hunger and excitement prickled Bulma’s skin.
Letting his tail unwind from her waist he pulled at his pants until it fell to his feet. Kicking of his boots he stepped out of the blue puddle of material. Without missing a beat Bulma reached for him, pulling him hungrily to her and moulding her lips to his. With their lips still stuck to each other Vegeta hurriedly slid off Bulma’s shorts and underwear and she just as hastily wiggled it over her ankles and kicked it of her feet. Vegeta broke their kiss to take a step back, his dark eyes taking in the sight before him. She was beautiful in every sense of the word. Her skin was fair and silky smooth, high breasts kissed with cherry nipples, a flat stomach and a small waist with curvaceous hips. He lifted one hand to run it down the length of her from the sweet valley of her breasts, down her stomach, circling her belly button before lingering low on her abdomen.
Bulma wriggled uncomfortably as her moist centre grew wetter, crying out for Vegeta to touch her where she craved most. His fingers were playing her like a fine musical instrument and her body hummed sensually at his expert touch.
“Vegeta, please.” Bulma begged when she could take the tension no longer. She let out a relieved breath when he obliged. His fingers trailed a heated path down to the heart of her, caressing her until she purred like a satisfied Persian cat. His long fingers delved inside her moist warmth and Bulma groaned loudly as her muscles clenched around his fingers. But then she started when she felt the brush of light fur against her and Bulma’s eyes flew open.
“Relax.” Vegeta said gravelly and his hands found their way to massage the full weight of her breasts as his thumbs ran over her budding nipples. She nodded uncertainly and bit her bottom lip but she felt as if this was a moment of silent askance of her trust. And so she closed her eyes and concentrated on the never before felt sensations his tail was encouraging. It was truly delicious, she realised moments later, as she overcame her initial burst of surprise and trepidation, so much so that she couldn’t think past the sensual fuzz in her brain. She grinded her hips against the penetration of his tail enjoying the fast pace sensation of its flexible bone and moaned when he drove her to that mindless peak of desire. She shattered around his tail and her nails dug into his wrists as she held his hands against her heaving chest. When he withdrew she let out a loud groan of disappointment and his dark chuckle made her eyes fly open.
She was about the glare at him when she noticed how strained he looked. His jaw was clenched tightly and the vein at his forehead throbbed. He was exerting such self-control that Bulma smiled sweetly at him instead of berating him like she had planned on doing. “Come.” She beckoned him with a seductive finger and the spreading of her thighs to welcome him.
Vegeta couldn’t believe how much of emotion he had felt in the space of those few minutes. Watching Bulma as she climaxed had nearly made him orgasm without any physical stimulation right then. What sort of power did she have over him? Part of him wanted to turn around now and leave her there but the straining erection he sprouted and the goddess like image she presented before him was too tempting to resist. And burying any last doubts that waged war in his brain he gripped Bulma’s thighs and positioned himself at her entrance. With one powerful thrust he was deep inside of her. A feeling of unimaginable pleasure washed over every inch of him. Their groans mingled together to create one single haunting melody of desperate desire. It felt as if he were coming home. He felt like the strongest warrior standing alone after an impossible battle on the highest mountain and he wanted to remain there forever. Savouring the sweet taste and feel of unsurpassable victory!
But the impatient movement of Bulma rocking her hips against his reminded him that there was still more to come. He wanted her so badly he thought he might die from the need of it all. And then she looked at him. Those exquisite blue eyes sparking a furious need, from deep within him, to possess her. It was a carnal, primitive and animalistic thought but the need to claim her overwhelmed him and he rocked his hips in a deliciously sensuousmovement, increasing speed as much as he could without hurting her. However she surprised him by matching his every thrust, his every rock, his every stroke. She travelled the enticing path of carnal blisswith him.
For Bulma the sensational fulfilment she felt was indescribable. Never before had she felt this way and she wanted to hold onto every last minute of it forever. She greedily clenched around the imposing length of her lover, her fingers trailing down the flexing muscles of a well-defined back as she rode the roller-coaster ride to the delicious height of primal pleasure.
“Look at me.” Vegeta’s voice seemed to come from deep within her and it really didn’t shock her for she couldn’t tell where she began and he ended. Hishands were now curved from the sides of her under arms pressing into her shoulders as if holding her into him. And while her finger nails dug into his back they both participated in such a passion fuelled dance of desire that she felt them become one. It was difficult to concentrate on anything but their movement of intertwined limbs or to keep the sentimental thoughts from permeating her mind right then. And when she looked into those dark, soul snatching eyes it captured her soul in that instant. Her heart, her soul and her entire being. She knew in that moment that this was the one man she would never live without. She didn’t bother disguising the enormity of her emotions and she saw triumphant pleasure glinting in thosecruel yet searing eyes of his.
He held her gaze as he increased the tempo and Bulma was powerless to look away. Their breathing was fast and short and she struggled to inhale air into her lungs as she reached that inevitable peak of satisfaction. Only it was like nothing she had ever experienced before, making it seem like she had orgasm-ed for the first time in all her life. She clenched around him, spasm-ing in pure feminine delight while her mouth helplessly fell open.
“Vegeta.” She hadn’t meant for his name to escape her lips like a desperate woman drowning but it had and it was as if he had taken it as a plea, a calling for him to join her over the maddening edge. And so he did. With one powerful thrust it was as if he released his very life force within her and with a satisfied grunt his mouth claimed her parted lips as if sealing their union while feeding of each other’s satisfaction, not letting an ounce of their pleasure escape the confines of their body.
Bulma felt boneless after that intense union and lay limply in Vegeta’s arms. She sighed contently and closed her eyes, drifting off into a peaceful, satiated slumber.
Vegeta felt Bulma’s body relax in sleep and a rare half smile played on one corner of his mouth. He held her close to his chest and carried her towards a large window. There was no way he was going out through the door now and he was far from done with his little Earthling. He mused at how even in sleep her limbs clung to him like strong tentacles. The cold wind chilled their bodies and Bulma gave a small shiver in his arms.
“Weak woman.” He muttered against the intoxicating scented silky strands of her hair. She must have heard him even in her subconscious state for she muttered something completely unintelligible before nuzzling closer into him. Rolling his eyes at her actions and the fact that his body was already hardening at her warm breath on his neck and with her body still wrapped so intimately against his own Vegeta shielded them both within his energy. He flew off towards a balcony that housed a bedroom and a man on a mission he was on a bed in less than a few minutes with Bulma safely at his side.
Hours later Bulma lay contentedly on her side, her head using Vegeta’s chest as a pillow while her hands drew nonsensical circles on his skin. He didn’t hold her but lay on his back with his head resting on his hands. She looked up at his cruelly gorgeous face and was helpless to stop the satisfied smile that stole at her lips. He may not be fawning over her like a new puppy dog or holding her tightly as if he never wanted to let her go but he hadn’t pushed her away from him and his face was devoid of his usual dark, frowning scowl. It was enough for her. They had spent hours after she had dosed off making love in the most planet shattering ways imaginable. And it had been momentous. She could feel it in her every nerve ending. Vegeta was different when he was inside of her, his arms around her and his eyes owning her. Yet she didn’t feel less anymore, she felt more. So much more. She sighed happily and then sat up to stare at him.
His dark eyes moved to the corner of its white ends to stare suspiciously at her and Bulma couldn’t suppress the giggle that escaped her throat. Vegeta then turned to glare at her and she couldn’t hold back anylonger. Her light giggles turned into full blown laughter and soon she was falling over herself, clutching at her cramping stomach. It was hilarious! Here she was Bulma Briefs in bed with an alien, in love with an alien, and she felt delirious with happiness. Before she could open her mouth to speak she was tumbled onto her back by strong hands and her laughter was silenced with a passionate kiss.
Vegeta was replete. He didn’t know why or how but this woman squirming beneath him had cast some sort of spell over him. He was enraptured by her and he couldn’t seem to break free, he didn’t want to break free. He had a thousand things to deal with, including training, but all he seemed to want to do was have sex. Not just any sex, but sex with Bulma. He would be lying to himself if he said that this wasn’t different because release had never been so sweet or addictive before. Instead of quenching his thirst for her it seemed that all he had done was fuel the fire. ‘There would be time enough later to solve the mysteries of this new found idiocy.’ He told himself. Sure he was fond of her but it didn’t mean that he would never grow tired of her. Never was a long time away. With that settled he allowed himself the freedom to explore the eroticsensations kissing her aroused in him.
“Vegeta?” She called as he caressed her neck with his lips and tongue. “I’mtrying to talk to you.” She moaned as she pushed at his chest. With an irritated grunt he stopped his seductive ministrations and lifted his head, resting his weight on his hands placed on either sides of her head as he glared down at her. She wanted to talk? Now? Holy Cosmos, but she was crazy!
Unfazed by his glare Bulma smiled sweetly up at him. “What is it woman?”
“Do you plan on continuing to rule the Universe asFrieza had done?”
To say the question had startled him would be an understatement. Vegeta moved away from Bulma and went back to lying on his back on his side of the large bed. His head rested in the crook of his hands above his head as he looked up at the hollow ceiling calmly, although inside he was in turmoil. So Turles had told her a lot more than how he had just saved her. It shouldn’t have surprised him, in time Bulma’s brilliant mind would have figured it out for herself but he hadn’t planned on telling her.
“When were you going to tell me?” She queried as if reading the thoughts from his mind.
“I wasn’t.” He replied truthfully. She was silent for a long while before she huffed out a loud sigh. Then, unexpectedly, she came towards him and straddled him. His lower anatomy twitched at her provocative position but Vegeta managed to keep his sexual reactions in check. He raised a mocking eyebrow at her.
“You look really sexy when you do that Vegeta. But don’t distract me now.” She reprimanded lifting a hand to smooth his eyebrow back into its natural arch.
He had never known such familiarity before and part of him balked at her fortaking such liberties with him, yet no one but them were present in the room. He could allow her to do as she pleased because as bizarre as it was, it pleased him too. He knew what was coming next and moments later the soft question of why was allowed by her placing her small palms on the hard planes of his chest. Her skin was pale against the natural tone of his bronze flesh and yet it wasn’t the only difference between them. They came from different planets, had different outlooks on life and lived through very different circumstances. And yet through it all it seemed that they possessed much of the same characteristics. Both strong – in their own ways – independent, proud and defiantly stubborn. They gelled well together and it seemed that he had finally met his match.
But why hadn’t he told her? Simple, he wasn’t ready to let her go yet and that was what would have surely happened. He knew that she would never agree to him becoming a Lord of the Universe and would never sit back and just watch while he slaughtered whoever he had to in order to get on top. So he found himself omitting to tell her because he was unable to compromise. He wanted it all.
“I didn’t think it would concern you.” If Bulma had heard that reply before she had gotten to know him she would have thought how arrogant of him to say so. She would have also thought that he didn’t think she should know because he didn’t care what she thought. But that was not the case now. She may not know the man to every last strand of his hair but she felt an odd sense of understanding around him. As if she could finally put a finger on the odd creature he was. She knew that what he really meant was that she would have never approved – and she didn’t. In truth she didn’t approve at all. But she had learned that the Universe, away from Earth, functioned on a whole other stratosphere. It craved dominant forces of immeasurablestrength with restricted parameters and slaving rules. It was a perverse way for any living being to exist but she had seen how it had worked. And it did work! People here didn’t want their freedom. They preferred to follow so that they may always be protected by another’s powerful shadow. She could not say that she truly understood it, though being witness to their way of life you learn a strange acceptance of theircircumstances. Like knowing that there would always be sick people on Earth. You could never rid the Planet of its disease though you lived with it hoping that you never came across any maniacs.
And for now she knew thatshe would live in Vegeta’s world too, for she could not imagine going back to her world, a world which did not contain him in it. She didn’t want to let go just yet. She was madly, crazily in love with him and although that may have sounded weak she would walk without any designer shoes to the end of the world with him. It was that all-consuming, needy, possessive love that was very selfish. But she wasn’t really being selfish. She consoled herself, after all everyone else back on Earth had their own lives and why shouldn’t she? She was bored of her existence on Earth. It wasn’t like the old days when she could just jump into a vehicle and ride of looking for adventure anymore. She felt restrained somehow after Goku had settled down. She wanted some zest to spice up her dull life.
“So will you rule with the same tyrannical tactics that Frieza employed?” Bulma persisted with her earlier question.
Vegeta could almost see the mechanics whirring in her mind. Why wasn’t she screaming at him or accusing him of being a maniac? Why had she slept with him when she had obviously known about his plans all along and why was she still on him, her moist centre rubbing seductively against his growing arousal? However he knew that he would answer her for her question to her own conscience was important. Also he could do so with honesty because he knew that what he would tell her would be the truth.
“No, not exactly. We will not purge any more Planets but we will use our strength to persuade valuable planets to align with us.” He chose his words carefully; always aware of the loop wholes he was providing himself with. “Beings will be free to make their own choices. However, we will not tolerate betrayal and open disrespect. The Universe needs guidance.”
Bulma didn’t think lightly of his lasts words. They were not said defensively and she knew that Vegeta would do whatever he saw necessary in achieving his goals. Inside he was still a little boy struggling to come to terms with what had been taken from him. All his life he had only been taken from and now he was doing the same – taking what he felt was rightfully his. If she didn’t care for him as much as she did then she would have slapped him across the face and turned her back on him forever. Only she knew that that was impossible. And so she bent down slowly, her eyes not releasing his from her stare, and placed her lips against his in a chaste kiss. Oh, it was completely innocent and yet the firmness of her lips against his got her point across. She accepted his decisions to be who he wanted to be, even if she didn’t agree with them all. Then she lifted her head slightly but leaving their facesclose enough for their breaths to mingle. She lifted her hips and gracefully allowed his erection to slide into her.
Vegeta was stunned by the woman before him. Instead of ranting and raving, threatening to leave him and possibly even begging him to reconsider his decision with floods of tears and self-pity she was accepting it? He wondered briefly if the time she had spent with him and off her world had altered her personality, though he knew it weren’t so. This was who she was. She was a complete and delicious surprise. He was never really sure what she would say or do next and sometimes he thought that neither did she. Though her spontaneity and hunger for adventure appealed to him like the prospect of battle. And she was all his. Replete, that was exactly how he felt.
“You better get used to me Vegeta.” She whispered huskily. “Because I don’t intend on leaving anytime soon.”
No words were needed, his brilliant black eyes flashed with triumph and a moment of novel, unguarded joy. But before Bulma could bask in the effect she had on him his hands held her head to take her lips in a mind numbing kiss.
Oh, there was no way she would be leaving him. Ever!
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CHAPTER TWELVE
Puffy eyelids, heavy with fatigue, slowly blinked open to reveal deep blue eyes.“What the hell?” Was all that Bulma could mutter from a mouth that was so parched she could have sworn there was no saliva left in it. She tried to swallow back the bitter taste of regret that lingered on her tongue but nothing seemed to pass through the gulping movement of her throat. The slashes against her skin burned in complain as they were stretched from movement. The heavy burden of betrayal and despair lay like a prison sentence upon her limp body. She tried to get up but could only manage to raise her head slightly. Even that proved to be a tremendous task as the blood rushed to her brain and with a swirling pain she dropped its blue weight back down. Back down onto a fluffy pillow. A pillow? Did they have pillows in heaven? Kami she hoped not. She felt sure she was dead but really she didn’t want to be. Who knew what awaited her in the afterlife and she was not ready to find out just yet.
But the pain she felt in her tired limbs and the band of cold hard hatred and anger that clutched at her chest proved that she was definitely alive.Surely she would never feel this terrible – even in hell. She was wide awake and definitely not dead. She let her eyes, which seemed to be the only organ that could move without much pain, sweep through the room. It was a horribly furnished room with familiar shades of light purple, bright white and blood red. It was extremely bright inside and Bulma’s eyes soon began to burn in complain. With the only organ she could use now shut tightly closed Bulma let out a muffled curse and a loud groan of frustration.
“Bulma?” The soft questioning voice had Bulma bolting up from the too soft bed, ignoring her poor, protesting limbs and clutching at the silk like purple sheet that covered her body as if it would be ripped from her soon. As if it was a barrier that could protect her from her enemies. She looked at the shadow of a tall figure moving towards her, the muscles stiff with tension.
“Turles?” Bulma’s tongue felt too thick to string together a coherent sentence and so she allowed her eyes to speak for her. She didn’t even know what she wanted to ask only that she needed answers. Answers as to what the hell was going on here.
“It’s a good thing that My Prince had asked us to stay back until he gave us permission to intervene or we might have been of no use to you.” Turles told her in a tone that bellied its obvious admiration for the man Bulma wanted to murder with her bare hands.
She barely knew Turles and she had the distinct impression that Ren didn’t fancy her much but at least they had saved her. Bulma thought with venom. Not an ounce of gratitude in her being. “Well I guess I owe you and Ren my life then.” Bulma said reluctantly. She couldn’t imagine what those words of gratitude would entail and desperately wished she didn’t feel so obliged to say them as any payment the two would claim was sure to be ghastly.
Turles let out a deep chuckle that had Bulma’s eyes glaring at him indignantly. Honestly, Bulma Briefs owing anyone a favour was not to be taken lightly. Even in the dirty depths of space. Seeing the angry look that was directed at him Turles immediately stifled his amusement and tried to placate the beauty before him.
“Forgive me. It was just that if you owe anyone Bulma it would be Prince Vegeta. If it were not for him we would have never saved you. We follow his orders.”Turles told her bluntly without sounding apologetic in the least.
“You forget Turles that it was Vegeta who told Cold to kill me.” She tried to sound unaffected by the whole scenario but the venom that laced her words even had Turles wincing. His eyebrows drew together in a frown.
“Bulma, Vegeta asked Ren and I to save you.” A simple statement and Bulma felt like she was missing a crucial piece to a very important puzzle.
“How?”
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Vegeta closed his eyes momentarily to disguise the relief that flooded him when he felt Bulma’s weak energy rouse from her deep sleep. He had wanted to remain by her side like a loyal pet dog, until she awoke, however pride and appearances had prevented him from doing so. It was bad enough that he had to contend with knowing looks of slyness from Turles and disgusted looks of disbelief from Ren but if anyone else had to actually think that he – Vegeta, the Prince of all Saiyans and now Lord of the Universe – was capable of feeling then he would rather go back to working under Freiza’s rein than try to salvage his cold hearted reputation. He had left Turles to keep watch over her while he tried to distract his mind with mundane issues like the boring technicalities of taking over the Cold Empire. And he had to do all this while Ren stared at him as if he were a tasty piece of meat that she couldn’t decide whether was worth eating because he could be poisonous.He didn’t want to think of how close he had come to loosing Bulma because that continued to be a stark reminder of how weak he really was. He was there, at the point of no return, already haven spoken the words to severely cut and burn all ties with her, when he knew he couldn’t allow it to happen. He wasn’t ready to let her go yet. It was dark and desperate times …
He would just stand back and let her die. Right? No! Heknew the moment the thought had crossed his mind that he couldn’t do it. There was no one else there who could save her. He would have to do it because for some reason the image of a pale and lifeless Bulma lying before his eyes caused his super Saiyan energy to soar to indescribable heights. And then it came to him. There was someone who could save her.
“Turles? Can you hear me?”
“Yes my Prince, I can.” Turles and Vegeta used there Saiyan telepathy to ensure that Bulma lived. And it had worked. Oh how sweetly it had worked.
She was here now, alive, while he had claimed his victory. Only he couldn’t tell where that left them. It was strange linking himself with anther being when he’d spent all his life alone and yet it gave him an odd sense of completeness to think that there was someone out there who had wanted him for himself. Wanted? Was it past tense now? He could explain to her what had really taken place but he wasn’t sure he wanted to. He didn’t want her to know how she affected him and he certainly didn’t want to have to explain himself to anyone. If she wished to leave then so be it.
“Snow here has worked for the Cold’s for a very long time.” Ren mentioned with dispassion as she nodded towards the bumbling fool of an Ice-jin shaking like a leaf just behind her.
“What is your point Ren?” Vegeta rasped, already bored with this interview.
“He is willing, after some friendly persuasion, to continue to work for the Empire. For us.” Ren explained.
Vegeta nodded slightly not fully on par with Ren’s thoughts. “What have we heard from Cooler?”
“He sends his congratulations on your latest victory My Lord and wishes to welcome you when you land on Planet Cold.” The Ice-jin answered hurriedly as if trying to prove his worth.
“That will not be necessary.” Vegeta dismissed with the wave of his hand. He knew exactly why Cooler felt the sudden urge to welcome him back into the fold and he had no wish to entertain the idiots notions of receiving any more of the Universe. Vegeta ignored the surprised look on Ren’s face and the utter disbelief on the Ice-jin’s as his mind wandered in another direction.
He sensed Bulma approaching the large room that he was in and injecting authority and dismissal in his voice he ordered Ren and the Ice-jinout from the large room. They rocked back as if they couldn’t believe he had just ended something so important for no reason.And in truth it could have been if only he had been paying closer attention. However, he hadn’t been and he was not about to second guess the decision he just made. One of the very first decisions he had made from his height of power. After all, he didn’t need to give the fools his undivided attention to be steps ahead of them. And at this point he didn’t possess the patience or time to reassure those around him. They should not question his authority in the first place.
“Now!” He roared and was pleasedto have them scurry out of the room like headless chicken. However Ren stalled her departure for a studying look at Vegeta causing her tobump into Bulma, with an unusually bewildered Turles behind her, reminding Vegeta of Kakarot. Ren turned to glare pointedly at Vegeta, which he ignored as his gaze was locked on Bulma, before Turles, summing up the situation quickly, pulled at Ren’s arm and silently closed the door shut.
Vegeta tried to read the bland look that Bulma bestowed upon him but for the first time in his life he couldn’t tell what another was thinking. It unnerved him, put him on edge and made him want to attack. Although he knew with a natural instinct that the best way forward now was to let Bulma make the first move and so he leaned back against the annoyingly plush chair and crossed his arms while he looked directly at her. She crossed her hands, mimicking his posture, and waited. She tossed her blue head high and waited as if she were expecting something from him. He knew what it was then, but there was no way he would give it to her. He could see her blue eyes rove to the side to watch him and when he still offered her only silence she uncrossed her arms and placed her hands on her hips. Foot tapping impatiently on the atrocious pink marble floor she stuck out her head at him and he fought hard to repress a smirk. Her blue eyes flared to burning flames. One, two, three …
“You barbaric, insolent, rude … jerk.” She sputtered and her hands flew up in a helpless gesture, her head looking more like a vicious dragon’s than a beautiful woman’s. “Stop sitting there and staring at me. Say something for heaven’s sake.” She demanded furiously and then as if sensing how angry she was,she took in a calming breath and crossed her hands against her chest once more, feigning calm indifference.
All Vegeta could think at that point was how deliciously tantalizing she looked then. Her face flushed with anger, her ample bosom heaving and her gorgeous twin blue eyes sparking with fire.
“What would you have me say woman? I saved your fat ass and all you have, yet again, is pointless screaming, murderous threats and screeching tantrums.” He knew he provoked her but he so enjoyed doing it that he couldn’t stop himself. And the fact that she was not asking to go home or accusing him of leaving her for dead let him know that Turles must have told her the things that she hadn’t seen or heard.
“Fat ass?” She spluttered and he watched as she came over to the table picking up a hideous ornament that Vegeta couldn’t decide what it resembled and aimed for his head. Of course with his reflexes he moved to avoid contact and the porcelain shattered into uneven pieces against the wall behind him. With lightning speed he manoeuvred himself to stand before her and haul her into his arms. He placed her squirming body onto the large desk he was sitting behind only moments ago and trapped her between his legs.
Bulma could only clutch at the muscular biceps beneath her palms as she was thoroughly man handled. “Ape.” She muttered when she could breathe again and her head stopped spinning.
“I warned you about that temper of yours woman.” Vegeta growled, his hot breath fanning the tiny tendrils of hair from her face.
“And you promised that it would get me into trouble.” She reminded him with a suggestive smile.
Vegeta could only shake his head in wonder at how she could go from burning fury to deviouslyflirtatious within seconds. His hands were placed intimately on her lush hips and he wanted so badly to move his palms to the curve of her rounded bottom but refrained from doing so. “You wished to go home woman?”
She rolled her big blue eyes at him and placed her hands on his shoulders, her thumbs making circular patterns on his shoulder pads. “That was when I thought you had left me to die you jerk.”
“And now?” His voice lowered to a soft seductive purr, ignoring the latter of her statement. She knew and that was all that mattered.
Bulma stared at him for what felt like an eternity. She felt as if she were standing at the edge of a cliff, deciding whether she should jump or not. She knew that once she stepped forward there was no going back – only she wanted to jump. Oh, how she wanted to jump. Her heart sped up in her chest and her breathing turned fast and heavy while her eyelids drooped to conceal the thoughts she felt sure Vegeta could read. She knew the truth now and how could she let that bother her after the events of today? There was no way she could turn her back on him now. She had met her Prince but it was not the fairy tale she had thought it would be. There would be lots and lots of work for her to do. There would be no candlelight dinners, flowers or romantic gestures and words but she could handle that. For him, she would be willing to do just about anything. She couldn’t deny her feelings for this arrogant, obnoxious and devastating man any more than she could deny herself breathing. And she was so sick of analysing every detail until it could mean a million different things. She was going to take the plunge, follow her heart and accept things as they were delivered.
“And now I want you to kiss me.” She said bravely and was relieved whenhe didn’t need to be told twice. With a swooping movement his dark head bent towards hers and Bulma positioned herself to best receive his advances.
With expert intention his tongue found its way inside the moist heat of her mouth to battle with her own tongue. She matched him stroke for stroke as they created a burning passion within themselves. A passion that was demanding they satiate it now. Bulma instinctively spread her thighs apart so Vegeta could bury his burning erection in the warmth of her inner thighs. She arched at the feeling of his clothed desire rubbing sinuously against the most intimate part of her. A groan of pure longing and undiluted passion escaped Bulma’s parted lips. She wrapped her legs around Vegeta’s waist and rocked against him, craving closer contact with him, as her fingers wove its way through his thick black hair to hold him to her. His long, thick tail curled around her lower spine to hold her possessively to him and she let out a groan of approval.
Vegeta breathed in the heady scent of Bulma and her sweet arousal. He trailed heated kisses along the smooth column of her neck and made his way to her full breasts. He pulled back his head just short of touching the swelling cleavage with his mouth. His gaze found those pools of blue eyes, glazed over with desire, passion and need, looking directly at him. He let a satisfied smirk touch the corner of his mouth as he looked at her heaving chest. Licking his sensual lips in anticipation he ripped Bulma’s top in two halves. The sight of two full, high and pouty breasts greeting him produced a visceral groan from deep within his chest.
Bulma closed her eyes and leaned back at the first touch of Vegeta’s hot, warm mouth on the plump flesh of her breasts as he placed open mouthed kisses on the heavy mounds. She arched into him and he obliged her silent plea by rocking his hips against hers. And then the burning heat of his mouth found the delicious peak of her nipple to set her entire being alight. He twirled the hardened bud around his tongue before grazing the sensitive tip with his teeth. Bulma gasped in pure pleasure and knew that she would soon die if the wet ache in between her thighs was not satisfied! While Vegeta continued to torture the other nipple Bulma moved her hands down the corded strength of his neck and then felt the muscles of his broad shoulders and back. Kami, but they were strong shoulders, shoulders that could carry her every burden, her every heartache and Bulma couldn’t ever recall feeling so desperate for completion before. She didn’t think she could stop now, even if the entire building was set up in flames for her own body was caught in its own blazing inferno.
Vegeta broke the body to body contact momentarily so he could divest himself of his own clothes as he wanted to feel his skin against Bulma’s. But before he could remove his armour two dainty hands settled softly upon his chest.
“Let me.” Her voice was husky and raw with desire and Vegeta couldn’t help but capture her sweet, swollen lips for another feverish kiss before allowing her to undress him. Her hands tugged at the shiny armour until it moved off his body and over his head. She then proceeded to remove the blue spandex of his training suit. All the while her eyes devoured his broad shoulders and muscular chest but she didn’t touch him. She threw his shirt over her head and then bit her bottom lip as she continued to stare at him as if he were only a figment of her imagination. One she was afraid to touch for fear he might disappear. But he wanted her hands on his body, so much so that he could have sworn his skin tingled for her touch. Unable to resist the urge to have her soft hands on him any longer he grabbed clumsily at her wrists and placed her palms flat down on his chest. He was helpless to stop the groan that rushed through his mouth at the cool feel of her palms on his heated body.
He was all hot skin and muscled flesh. Bulma admired as her hands felt their way along his pectoral muscles and lower to the rock hard abdomen before drifting back up, her finger nails scraping experimentally over flat male nipples, before squeezing his chest. She could feel his heart pounding there and enjoyed the shudder that vibrated against her hands. Feeling emboldened and desperate to have him naked before her again Bulma pulled at the ends of his pants before letting the stretchy material slap back against his waist, earning her a feral growl from Vegeta.
“Take it off lover.” She commanded and looked straight into those deep dark eyes with undisguised challenge. His eyes flashed with pure hunger and excitement prickled Bulma’s skin.
Letting his tail unwind from her waist he pulled at his pants until it fell to his feet. Kicking of his boots he stepped out of the blue puddle of material. Without missing a beat Bulma reached for him, pulling him hungrily to her and moulding her lips to his. With their lips still stuck to each other Vegeta hurriedly slid off Bulma’s shorts and underwear and she just as hastily wiggled it over her ankles and kicked it of her feet. Vegeta broke their kiss to take a step back, his dark eyes taking in the sight before him. She was beautiful in every sense of the word. Her skin was fair and silky smooth, high breasts kissed with cherry nipples, a flat stomach and a small waist with curvaceous hips. He lifted one hand to run it down the length of her from the sweet valley of her breasts, down her stomach, circling her belly button before lingering low on her abdomen.
Bulma wriggled uncomfortably as her moist centre grew wetter, crying out for Vegeta to touch her where she craved most. His fingers were playing her like a fine musical instrument and her body hummed sensually at his expert touch.
“Vegeta, please.” Bulma begged when she could take the tension no longer. She let out a relieved breath when he obliged. His fingers trailed a heated path down to the heart of her, caressing her until she purred like a satisfied Persian cat. His long fingers delved inside her moist warmth and Bulma groaned loudly as her muscles clenched around his fingers. But then she started when she felt the brush of light fur against her and Bulma’s eyes flew open.
“Relax.” Vegeta said gravelly and his hands found their way to massage the full weight of her breasts as his thumbs ran over her budding nipples. She nodded uncertainly and bit her bottom lip but she felt as if this was a moment of silent askance of her trust. And so she closed her eyes and concentrated on the never before felt sensations his tail was encouraging. It was truly delicious, she realised moments later, as she overcame her initial burst of surprise and trepidation, so much so that she couldn’t think past the sensual fuzz in her brain. She grinded her hips against the penetration of his tail enjoying the fast pace sensation of its flexible bone and moaned when he drove her to that mindless peak of desire. She shattered around his tail and her nails dug into his wrists as she held his hands against her heaving chest. When he withdrew she let out a loud groan of disappointment and his dark chuckle made her eyes fly open.
She was about the glare at him when she noticed how strained he looked. His jaw was clenched tightly and the vein at his forehead throbbed. He was exerting such self-control that Bulma smiled sweetly at him instead of berating him like she had planned on doing. “Come.” She beckoned him with a seductive finger and the spreading of her thighs to welcome him.
Vegeta couldn’t believe how much of emotion he had felt in the space of those few minutes. Watching Bulma as she climaxed had nearly made him orgasm without any physical stimulation right then. What sort of power did she have over him? Part of him wanted to turn around now and leave her there but the straining erection he sprouted and the goddess like image she presented before him was too tempting to resist. And burying any last doubts that waged war in his brain he gripped Bulma’s thighs and positioned himself at her entrance. With one powerful thrust he was deep inside of her. A feeling of unimaginable pleasure washed over every inch of him. Their groans mingled together to create one single haunting melody of desperate desire. It felt as if he were coming home. He felt like the strongest warrior standing alone after an impossible battle on the highest mountain and he wanted to remain there forever. Savouring the sweet taste and feel of unsurpassable victory!
But the impatient movement of Bulma rocking her hips against his reminded him that there was still more to come. He wanted her so badly he thought he might die from the need of it all. And then she looked at him. Those exquisite blue eyes sparking a furious need, from deep within him, to possess her. It was a carnal, primitive and animalistic thought but the need to claim her overwhelmed him and he rocked his hips in a deliciously sensuousmovement, increasing speed as much as he could without hurting her. However she surprised him by matching his every thrust, his every rock, his every stroke. She travelled the enticing path of carnal blisswith him.
For Bulma the sensational fulfilment she felt was indescribable. Never before had she felt this way and she wanted to hold onto every last minute of it forever. She greedily clenched around the imposing length of her lover, her fingers trailing down the flexing muscles of a well-defined back as she rode the roller-coaster ride to the delicious height of primal pleasure.
“Look at me.” Vegeta’s voice seemed to come from deep within her and it really didn’t shock her for she couldn’t tell where she began and he ended. Hishands were now curved from the sides of her under arms pressing into her shoulders as if holding her into him. And while her finger nails dug into his back they both participated in such a passion fuelled dance of desire that she felt them become one. It was difficult to concentrate on anything but their movement of intertwined limbs or to keep the sentimental thoughts from permeating her mind right then. And when she looked into those dark, soul snatching eyes it captured her soul in that instant. Her heart, her soul and her entire being. She knew in that moment that this was the one man she would never live without. She didn’t bother disguising the enormity of her emotions and she saw triumphant pleasure glinting in thosecruel yet searing eyes of his.
He held her gaze as he increased the tempo and Bulma was powerless to look away. Their breathing was fast and short and she struggled to inhale air into her lungs as she reached that inevitable peak of satisfaction. Only it was like nothing she had ever experienced before, making it seem like she had orgasm-ed for the first time in all her life. She clenched around him, spasm-ing in pure feminine delight while her mouth helplessly fell open.
“Vegeta.” She hadn’t meant for his name to escape her lips like a desperate woman drowning but it had and it was as if he had taken it as a plea, a calling for him to join her over the maddening edge. And so he did. With one powerful thrust it was as if he released his very life force within her and with a satisfied grunt his mouth claimed her parted lips as if sealing their union while feeding of each other’s satisfaction, not letting an ounce of their pleasure escape the confines of their body.
Bulma felt boneless after that intense union and lay limply in Vegeta’s arms. She sighed contently and closed her eyes, drifting off into a peaceful, satiated slumber.
Vegeta felt Bulma’s body relax in sleep and a rare half smile played on one corner of his mouth. He held her close to his chest and carried her towards a large window. There was no way he was going out through the door now and he was far from done with his little Earthling. He mused at how even in sleep her limbs clung to him like strong tentacles. The cold wind chilled their bodies and Bulma gave a small shiver in his arms.
“Weak woman.” He muttered against the intoxicating scented silky strands of her hair. She must have heard him even in her subconscious state for she muttered something completely unintelligible before nuzzling closer into him. Rolling his eyes at her actions and the fact that his body was already hardening at her warm breath on his neck and with her body still wrapped so intimately against his own Vegeta shielded them both within his energy. He flew off towards a balcony that housed a bedroom and a man on a mission he was on a bed in less than a few minutes with Bulma safely at his side.
Hours later Bulma lay contentedly on her side, her head using Vegeta’s chest as a pillow while her hands drew nonsensical circles on his skin. He didn’t hold her but lay on his back with his head resting on his hands. She looked up at his cruelly gorgeous face and was helpless to stop the satisfied smile that stole at her lips. He may not be fawning over her like a new puppy dog or holding her tightly as if he never wanted to let her go but he hadn’t pushed her away from him and his face was devoid of his usual dark, frowning scowl. It was enough for her. They had spent hours after she had dosed off making love in the most planet shattering ways imaginable. And it had been momentous. She could feel it in her every nerve ending. Vegeta was different when he was inside of her, his arms around her and his eyes owning her. Yet she didn’t feel less anymore, she felt more. So much more. She sighed happily and then sat up to stare at him.
His dark eyes moved to the corner of its white ends to stare suspiciously at her and Bulma couldn’t suppress the giggle that escaped her throat. Vegeta then turned to glare at her and she couldn’t hold back anylonger. Her light giggles turned into full blown laughter and soon she was falling over herself, clutching at her cramping stomach. It was hilarious! Here she was Bulma Briefs in bed with an alien, in love with an alien, and she felt delirious with happiness. Before she could open her mouth to speak she was tumbled onto her back by strong hands and her laughter was silenced with a passionate kiss.
Vegeta was replete. He didn’t know why or how but this woman squirming beneath him had cast some sort of spell over him. He was enraptured by her and he couldn’t seem to break free, he didn’t want to break free. He had a thousand things to deal with, including training, but all he seemed to want to do was have sex. Not just any sex, but sex with Bulma. He would be lying to himself if he said that this wasn’t different because release had never been so sweet or addictive before. Instead of quenching his thirst for her it seemed that all he had done was fuel the fire. ‘There would be time enough later to solve the mysteries of this new found idiocy.’ He told himself. Sure he was fond of her but it didn’t mean that he would never grow tired of her. Never was a long time away. With that settled he allowed himself the freedom to explore the eroticsensations kissing her aroused in him.
“Vegeta?” She called as he caressed her neck with his lips and tongue. “I’mtrying to talk to you.” She moaned as she pushed at his chest. With an irritated grunt he stopped his seductive ministrations and lifted his head, resting his weight on his hands placed on either sides of her head as he glared down at her. She wanted to talk? Now? Holy Cosmos, but she was crazy!
Unfazed by his glare Bulma smiled sweetly up at him. “What is it woman?”
“Do you plan on continuing to rule the Universe asFrieza had done?”
To say the question had startled him would be an understatement. Vegeta moved away from Bulma and went back to lying on his back on his side of the large bed. His head rested in the crook of his hands above his head as he looked up at the hollow ceiling calmly, although inside he was in turmoil. So Turles had told her a lot more than how he had just saved her. It shouldn’t have surprised him, in time Bulma’s brilliant mind would have figured it out for herself but he hadn’t planned on telling her.
“When were you going to tell me?” She queried as if reading the thoughts from his mind.
“I wasn’t.” He replied truthfully. She was silent for a long while before she huffed out a loud sigh. Then, unexpectedly, she came towards him and straddled him. His lower anatomy twitched at her provocative position but Vegeta managed to keep his sexual reactions in check. He raised a mocking eyebrow at her.
“You look really sexy when you do that Vegeta. But don’t distract me now.” She reprimanded lifting a hand to smooth his eyebrow back into its natural arch.
He had never known such familiarity before and part of him balked at her fortaking such liberties with him, yet no one but them were present in the room. He could allow her to do as she pleased because as bizarre as it was, it pleased him too. He knew what was coming next and moments later the soft question of why was allowed by her placing her small palms on the hard planes of his chest. Her skin was pale against the natural tone of his bronze flesh and yet it wasn’t the only difference between them. They came from different planets, had different outlooks on life and lived through very different circumstances. And yet through it all it seemed that they possessed much of the same characteristics. Both strong – in their own ways – independent, proud and defiantly stubborn. They gelled well together and it seemed that he had finally met his match.
But why hadn’t he told her? Simple, he wasn’t ready to let her go yet and that was what would have surely happened. He knew that she would never agree to him becoming a Lord of the Universe and would never sit back and just watch while he slaughtered whoever he had to in order to get on top. So he found himself omitting to tell her because he was unable to compromise. He wanted it all.
“I didn’t think it would concern you.” If Bulma had heard that reply before she had gotten to know him she would have thought how arrogant of him to say so. She would have also thought that he didn’t think she should know because he didn’t care what she thought. But that was not the case now. She may not know the man to every last strand of his hair but she felt an odd sense of understanding around him. As if she could finally put a finger on the odd creature he was. She knew that what he really meant was that she would have never approved – and she didn’t. In truth she didn’t approve at all. But she had learned that the Universe, away from Earth, functioned on a whole other stratosphere. It craved dominant forces of immeasurablestrength with restricted parameters and slaving rules. It was a perverse way for any living being to exist but she had seen how it had worked. And it did work! People here didn’t want their freedom. They preferred to follow so that they may always be protected by another’s powerful shadow. She could not say that she truly understood it, though being witness to their way of life you learn a strange acceptance of theircircumstances. Like knowing that there would always be sick people on Earth. You could never rid the Planet of its disease though you lived with it hoping that you never came across any maniacs.
And for now she knew thatshe would live in Vegeta’s world too, for she could not imagine going back to her world, a world which did not contain him in it. She didn’t want to let go just yet. She was madly, crazily in love with him and although that may have sounded weak she would walk without any designer shoes to the end of the world with him. It was that all-consuming, needy, possessive love that was very selfish. But she wasn’t really being selfish. She consoled herself, after all everyone else back on Earth had their own lives and why shouldn’t she? She was bored of her existence on Earth. It wasn’t like the old days when she could just jump into a vehicle and ride of looking for adventure anymore. She felt restrained somehow after Goku had settled down. She wanted some zest to spice up her dull life.
“So will you rule with the same tyrannical tactics that Frieza employed?” Bulma persisted with her earlier question.
Vegeta could almost see the mechanics whirring in her mind. Why wasn’t she screaming at him or accusing him of being a maniac? Why had she slept with him when she had obviously known about his plans all along and why was she still on him, her moist centre rubbing seductively against his growing arousal? However he knew that he would answer her for her question to her own conscience was important. Also he could do so with honesty because he knew that what he would tell her would be the truth.
“No, not exactly. We will not purge any more Planets but we will use our strength to persuade valuable planets to align with us.” He chose his words carefully; always aware of the loop wholes he was providing himself with. “Beings will be free to make their own choices. However, we will not tolerate betrayal and open disrespect. The Universe needs guidance.”
Bulma didn’t think lightly of his lasts words. They were not said defensively and she knew that Vegeta would do whatever he saw necessary in achieving his goals. Inside he was still a little boy struggling to come to terms with what had been taken from him. All his life he had only been taken from and now he was doing the same – taking what he felt was rightfully his. If she didn’t care for him as much as she did then she would have slapped him across the face and turned her back on him forever. Only she knew that that was impossible. And so she bent down slowly, her eyes not releasing his from her stare, and placed her lips against his in a chaste kiss. Oh, it was completely innocent and yet the firmness of her lips against his got her point across. She accepted his decisions to be who he wanted to be, even if she didn’t agree with them all. Then she lifted her head slightly but leaving their facesclose enough for their breaths to mingle. She lifted her hips and gracefully allowed his erection to slide into her.
Vegeta was stunned by the woman before him. Instead of ranting and raving, threatening to leave him and possibly even begging him to reconsider his decision with floods of tears and self-pity she was accepting it? He wondered briefly if the time she had spent with him and off her world had altered her personality, though he knew it weren’t so. This was who she was. She was a complete and delicious surprise. He was never really sure what she would say or do next and sometimes he thought that neither did she. Though her spontaneity and hunger for adventure appealed to him like the prospect of battle. And she was all his. Replete, that was exactly how he felt.
“You better get used to me Vegeta.” She whispered huskily. “Because I don’t intend on leaving anytime soon.”
No words were needed, his brilliant black eyes flashed with triumph and a moment of novel, unguarded joy. But before Bulma could bask in the effect she had on him his hands held her head to take her lips in a mind numbing kiss.
Oh, there was no way she would be leaving him. Ever!
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