Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ Suffocate My Pain ( Chapter 6 )

~~~`` Chapter 5 Suffocate my pain

Please believe you'll save me, rearrange me
I can feel your feelings running through me
Take away my sorrow my tomorrow
Heal me ---Staind

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Bulma stared at the GR from her balcony, holding her night robe around her naked body. She shivered at the chilling wind. It was two in the morning and he still hadn't come out. She knew now that she had taken it a little over board. And he was right, she denied the fact that Bra has powers and is not like a normal human. But it was hard to remember that when she appears so fragile.

He didn't have to be so damn stubborn. If he wants to be mad then fine, but that didn't mean that he had to stay in the dome all night and not even eat. She stomped her foot as she turned around, she couldn't take it at times how much he trained and how much he rejected being a father. 'I'm a warrior, not a baby sitter.' His words still rang loudly in her mind, running the track in her brain without stalling for air nor water. He still thinks he's a fighter when he hasn't fought anything since Buu. All though that's an understatement for he fights mental battles everyday.

Bulma could tell it was getting worse. She could see it in his eyes, in the way he carries himself, in the way he talks. It's like, at times, he truly thinks he is back on that ship with Frieza, having nothing to comfort him except his training. She had watched him a few times, when he was training so vigorously that she could feel it bore into her, making her unable to think and feel like a ton of weight was being placed upon her shoulders. He would be in there, fighting whatever demon, yelling vile things, trying to make the pain of the past go away. Sometimes the name would slip and Bulma would look away. It was still Frieza. Always. It never changed once in the sixteen years that they had been together.

Funny thing was, she was kind of jealous. He always thought of that ruthless, disgusting lizard. No matter what it was. It was like any revolting or base word to come out of anybody's mouth caused him to remember Frieza saying that. Every action on the news having to do with hitting, rapping, or killing, he would space out as if being back in time and seeing the memory play out right in front of him and he could do nothing but watch and wait till intermission. But Bulma thought with a smirk, she certainly was able to make him forget when they were in bed.

Sometimes though, when Bulma herself was feeling a bit depressed about her self-worth, just like everybody does once in while, it makes her think that maybe that's the only reason Vegeta stays with her. He has never once said he loved her. Never once said he cared for her. But when they were alone and he would whisper in his native tongue, caressing her ear with the beautiful language, and tell her that he needed her. It always seemed to bring goose bumps to her arms knowing that it was his way of telling her that he did love her and care for her, even if he didn't really know what that meant.

Bulma sighed as she carefully tiptoed out of her room not wanting to wake her child, but she knew Trunks would be awake anyhow with her moving ki. He seemed to always be on the look out for her. She smiled as she past his door remembering the conversation they had about his date. It had been his first one, that she knew about anyway, and it made her proud and sad all at the same time. Her little boy was growing up, something she wasn't ready for him to do.

She exited the elevator, quietly slipping through the living room going into the kitchen to grab her secret stash of chocolates that she kept for Bra, and hurried to the playroom. She knew Vegeta wouldn't forgive her for awhile but she thought if she made a tempting peace offering, forgiveness would come a whole lot sooner.

Bulma seized her walk as she saw the little animal caged in a ki shield. She had Trunks make it after Bra went home with her grandma. Every Saturday night, Bra spent the evening with them since Sunday was Bulma's only day off. And tomorrow morning, she would have to take the creature back before Bra returned. She kneeled down before the box, the poor little creature whimpering as it stared up at her with pure gold eyes. The cub's strips were barely covering it's back telling Bulma that it must only be a few months old. She knitted her eyebrows at the thought. Tigers babies weren't supposed to be away from their mother yet.

Shaking her head she whispered to the creature, "Sorry, cutie, but my baby's life comes first." Bulma didn't really want to give the beautiful animal back. She always had a fascination with all sorts of cats, hell, she had a dream once to be a veterinarian. She loved animals. But her child's protection comes first. Maybe they could instead replace the tiger with a…less deadly cat.

Bulma made her way to the GR. Her feet soaked from the dew that all ready covered the grass. She scowled herself for not thinking of that, now her feet were cold and wet. Her brows knitted though at seeing the door open and not hearing the generator going. Either he was expecting her or he was planning to sleep in here. She hated when he slept in the GR. He was almost always cranky the next morning.

Bulma peaked inside, not hearing any thing she made her way down the back end of the GR where there was a door leading to a bedroom and a shower. She should have taken the extra room out after they had gotten together, then he would have to come inside.

She poked her head through the doorway of the bedroom, not seeing him in the bed but hearing the shower turn off at that moment. She knew he knew she was there. He somehow always knew and it always bothered the hell out of her. Trying to scare him was a fun game but she could never sneak up on him. So jumping out of windows usually did the trick. Hey, she needed to have some fun, and beside Bulma knew he would always catch her. No matter how many times she almost hit the ground.

Bulma took a deep breath as she sat upon the bed, waiting for him to exit. The door was open and steam was protruding out but she was at an angle making it impossible for her to see him or him her. The softness of the sheets against her legs and the springiness of the mattress were enough to remind Bulma just how early in the morning it was, making her yawn. She briefly thanked Kami that it was Sunday and she didn't have to get up in the morning.

She clamped her mouth shut trying not to let another yawn escape her mouth and in the process making her eyes water. "Oh, kami." She sighed trying to keep the tiredness overtake her before her husband came out. What the hell was taking him so long?

"What are you doing here, woman?" Vegeta's gruff hard voice sounded in the quiet room, but no matter how mad he was with her or anyone else, his voice usually was gentle. But only with her.

Bulma popped her head up from yawning again, stalling at the site of deity of a man before her. A white towel wrapped around his powerful hips, leaving his large calves for her view. Her eyes roamed up his beautiful, wide, rippled abs to his nicely shaped pecks up his broad shoulder, past his strong neck, to his angry features as he glared at her, leaning against the doorway.

She blushed looking down at the box of chocolates. No matter how many times she has touched, tasted and experienced that body of his, she couldn't help the queasy feeling in her stomach whenever she laid eyes on his Herculean physique.

Vegeta suppressed his smirk at her girlish reaction. He hated to admit it, but it drove him to the brink of control when she eyed him with that ever so powerful lust in her blue orbs. Damn, did it make his blood boil. And her wearing that skimpy white silk robe that only reached down to her tight thighs, knowing that she never wore anything underneath, made him grip his last string of dignity and pride. He had promised he would make her pay for her words. And he did not betray his promises. Even for such temptations.

Bulma tucked some hair behind her ear as she once again looked up but immediately connecting her eyes with his black ones, "Why haven't you come to bed?"

"I hadn't thought I was welcome after my attempt to kill your daughter." He spat the word 'kill' with much distaste, letting her know just how insulted he was by her accusation.

"Vegeta, please try to understand from my point of view. I am human, And Bra is part human too. She's too young; I didn't want her to be hurt. She's so fragile."

"That is not why I am angry, Onna."

"Then what?"

Vegeta pushed himself from the doorway and strutted over to her. Bulma stood up as if taking the challenge that he was presenting and held her guard as he glared at her only an inch away. "You think that I am so incompetent that I would put my own blood in any form of danger. Telling me once again that you still have not gotten it through your thick skull that I am not the so called beast I use to be."

"No, Vegeta that is not--"

"Bullshit. You may not be scared of me, Bulma. But you are scared of what I will do to your brats."

His admission sent a wave of hated sickness toward him. How dare him accuse her of that! She never once had that thought cross her mind and for him to believe that made her sick. "I would never say that, Vegeta. And I am insulted that you believe it." She almost whispered through angry lips.

"You may not have said the words, Onna. But you certainly implied it." Vegeta tore his eyes from her, making his way to the most un-comfiest mattress in the whole world, and laid upon it on his back, shutting his eyes, as if trying to go to sleep while Bulma's eyes burned down on him.

He heard her take a deep breath and run her hand through her hair before her footsteps came closer. Bulma put the box upon the small nightstand before sitting down placing her hands in her lap as she tried to figure out someway to stop this fight. She knew she would have to lower her pride on this one, and she hated that fact. "Vegeta. I won't lie to you. There are some times I am worried or scared when you are around Bra or Trunks alone. But." She took a big sigh, "I know with all my heart, that you would never harm or put our children in danger on purpose. But intentionally, yes, I get scared." Vegeta peaked open an eyebrow, seeing her head bowed as she watched her hands pick at each other. He wondered what she was talking about. "Your flashbacks have been getting worse-" She could feel him roll his eyes in annoyance as she once again brought up the well-worn subject, but she never stalled, "And sometimes, you get blinded with anger." She lifted her head to look at him but his eyes were still closed. "You've tried to hurt me before, Vegeta. A few times." She saw his face tighten at her words and her hand unconsciously reached up and stroked his cheek with her thumb as she laid her palm against his warm skin, smoothing it. But it only lasted a few seconds before he turned his head away from her. "What's to stop you if you have a flashback while training with Trunks or holding Bra? You are thirty-thousand times stronger then them, Vegeta. And no matter if they are Sayian--" She stopped herself. Not wanting to think of that nor talk about it. That was a different subject for another time. "I'm sorry, Vegeta. I am sorry for thinking that you would put our children in danger. And I am sorry for not trusting your competence as a parent." She shifted as she stretched her body out, pulling his arm away from his stomach to go around her shoulders as she snuggled into his side with her chin resting on his chest looking up at him, waiting for him to react. She knew the battle was over since he didn't pull away. But she also knew the fight within him to admit it was still continuing since he didn't react.

So, to help him acknowledge defeat, Bulma lowered her lips to his soft nipple feeling his peck flex in response before she made a path past his collar bone up his neck to his cheek where she nipped his nose and pulled back waiting for him to open his eyes.

Instead what she received caused a squeal of surprise as he rolled them over till he was above her and nipping her neck. She giggled in response, "So does this mean you forgive me?" She pouted playfully wrapping her arms around his neck.

Vegeta didn't raise his head, instead grinding his body against hers with a growl getting more giggles to reach his sensitive hearing. He unconsciously shivered when her lips caressed his ear, gliding her tongue along the outer rim then gently biting on his lobe. "Look what I brought you." She whispered, her hand left his back to reach for the box on the table.

Vegetal lifted his head and slightly retreated his body as she placed the box on her chest, denying him access to it which made him growl in response. But out of interest of what was in the white squared carton, he sniffed, finding out what it was before she even revealed it. Chocolate. The most wonderful piece of food that this pitiful planet had to offer. If he hadn't stayed on this mud ball for the Onna, it would have been for this rich, tasteful morsel.

Vegeta had to swallow the salvia in his mouth, watching with wide eyes as the woman took a piece out the removing the box from her chest to place on the bed. She smirked, holding the chunk of deliciousness up. Vegeta didn't even see the glint in her eyes for she began to slowly bring it to his lips.

He opened his mouth, closing his eyes in the readiness of food pleasure, only to receive nothing. Vegeta snapped his eyes open to see her take the piece in her mouth and quickly chew it with a smile etched on her features. The little witch.

Vegeta smirked, seeing her game and taking the dare. He swiftly covered her mouth with his, thrusting his tongue in her widened mouth, and swirling it around. He groaned against her tasting the sweet, succulent, flavor mixed with her own juices, giving it an even more erotic tint. He ground his body against hers, pushing his tongue in further causing their mouths to widen even more, wanting to get all of the luscious chocolate before it fell down her throat.

Bulma held his head to her mouth with one hand, tightly, letting him suck up all of the morsel, while her other hand dropped down to his waist and untied the towel that was strapped there. She could feel his hardened manhood all ready and it was driving her nuts.

She yanked the towel away throwing it carelessly on the floor before she shifted beneath him as she brought her robe up to bunch at her hips leaving her sex to the cold air, opening her legs wide. She smiled when she felt the vibration in his chest against her breasts as he growled at her aggressiveness.

He shifted so his knees were bent up high, touching each side of her hips. Bulma lifted her legs to rest her thighs on his. Vegeta's hand slid down from her tresses to her thigh, picking it up and gripping it, holding the muscle to his hip as he quickly thrusted up into her, breaking the kiss at the inconceivable amount of pleasure being wrapped around him so tightly. He didn't need to wait for her to be adjusted, her body fit him like a glove as it always did. He quickly rammed himself back into her, till all of him fit inside of her, only to back out once again, shift slightly and shove back inside, hitting her pleasure spot skillfully. She arched her back as she panted out a moan, letting herself be as loud as she wanted since she had no kids to worry about.

The bed squeaked and wiggled with every thrust Vegeta made. It wasn't a big deal to think about but in the back of his mind, he hated the fucking bed for exactly that reason. He made sure to make the woman buy another bed for in here. True they didn't use it a lot but when they did, he always felt like he was going to break the damn thing. And having the bed break while in the middle of mating wasn't exactly something he was looking forward too. It had happened before and it end up with them, rolling off onto the floor in the middle of climax, making the release not as pleasurable as all the other times. And she ended up with a bruised rib and rug burns on her shoulder where she broke both of their falls.

Vegeta lifted her thigh till his biceps rested underneath her knee, giving her more then enough gratification for her to reach release quickly causing her to scream in delight. He dropped his head onto her neck, dipping his hips harshly as he came, prolonging the climax for both of them.

After several minutes of panting and bucking against each other in aftermath, Vegeta lifted his head to see his woman still trying to catch her breath with her eyes closed and head resting on the pillow beneath her. Seeing that, seeing her sweaty, tired, satisfied features, brought some of his dignity as a man back. This is how it should be. Him giving her whatever she needed in the sex category whenever she needed. It was his job as her mate to give her that.

Vegeta shifted his weight, causing a hiss to reach his wife's swollen lips at her sensitivity. He reached up with his hand and tore open her robe to release her large mountains for his view. He leaned down with his mouth and grabbed her hard nipple, sucking upon the flesh before widening his lips and trying to fit the whole mound into his mouth, which he knew with a smirk, that it was impossible to do. But he would always try. He graced the skin with his teeth while his tongue continuously played with the nipple. He let her fingertips gently stroke across the hairs upon his neck in a soothing manner, instantly causing a reluctant purr. Bulma smiled at the knowing result.

Vegeta released her mound and rested his check against the valley of her beasts, hearing her heart pound beneath his ear enjoying her gentle ministrations. His arms wrapped slightly around her body, holding her close to him as he pulled out of her to get more comfortable. He rested his stomach down upon her womanhood, shivering when her private hair tickled his skin while he stretched out his legs. Her thighs flexed from the aftershocks against his hips.

Vegeta closed his eyes, purring loudly with each breath as she twirled her fingers against his scalp. He sighed contently against her, letting his guard drop only for a moment. He hadn't let himself bask in her attentions for months, since it's not really a manly thing to do. Just for a few moments.

His mother's red eyes flashed before him, her hands now replacing his mate's. "My little prince. What a King you will become." She whispered into his ear as she purred against him, rocking his beaten body, luring him off to sleep. "My legendary. My savior. My baby." She kissed his forehead, smiling into his swollen eyes as they denied the sleep his body was yearning for. "Sleep, my child. Rest your limbs. I will protect you."

"Fa…ther…"

"No worries of him."

"Why…was he…"

"The king is angry for Frieza causes trouble. He had not meant to cause such damage to you, Little one. He loves you deeply, you must always remember that." The sadness in her eyes reflected in his four year old orbs. "Now rest, Young Prince. I will be here when you awake. And you will think of this as just a bad vision." Against his greater will, he obeyed.

His eyes suddenly snapped open. Yelling, that was all he heard. He only saw the floor, where blood was pooled about the tiles. He coughed violently adding to the liquid beneath him. He slowly rested his palms on the tile floor, struggling weakly to push his small body up from the ground. Vegeta carefully got into a sitting position, groaning at the pain. A few broken ribs poked into his abdomen lining. He held his stomach, leaning against the wall behind him. He panted heavily, trying to ease the pain.

The Little Prince weakly peaked open his eyes, seeing his mother and father screaming at one another. What it was about, he had no clue. Their voices were muffled. His eardrums must be broken.

His eyes widened when he saw his father hit his mate right across the face, causing her to almost fall back, but she kept her hold upon her feet, holding her cheek in shock. "Momma.." Vegeta whispered as he slowly pushed himself off the wall. On hands and knees, Vegeta began too slowly and painfully make his way to his parents.

He sucked in a breath watching the Queen ram her own fist in her mate's stomach then spin around and dropped a kick right across his face resulting him in taking a few feet back in shock. "Momma…no…Father…attack..me…" He whispered, trying to hurry his pace. Something just didn't feel right. Something bad was going to happen and he needed to get their before it did.

Vegeta stumbled and hissed in pain as his knee popped out of place. A few torn ligaments obviously effected his legs. He crashed to the ground but hurried to get back up. Vegeta heard a sharp sound resembling a scream. He popped his head up…

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Vegeta snapped open his eyes, panting heavily, his orbs darting around in panic trying to figure out where the hell he was. Movement beneath him alerted him he wasn't alone. He quickly placed his palms on the mattress and lifted his body up capturing a naked woman. His mate. He took in a deep breath through his nose, taking in her scant, lifting his eyes to her face where she was just beginning to wake, "Vegeta…You all right?" She whispered tiredly as she wiggled her body to stretch before she opened her eyes weakly. "It was just a dream. It's Ok." She reached up for him and took his head in her arms, pulling him back to her body.

Vegeta laid his head in the crook of her neck, still breathing heavily but this time through his nose to replace the images of so long ago with only her lavender scent. He felt her fingertips run along his back as she hummed a slow tune into his ear. His shaking seized, his heavily beating heart and breathing slowed to an instant calm. He didn't think about the fact that right now, she was treating him like a child. Or the fact that his guard was down. The thing about the woman was that she didn't care about all of that. She didn't care if he was acting weak like a brat. She just wanted to help him make it go away. And he allowed ONLY her help.

"Come on, let's get to our room. This bed is killing my back."

Vegeta sighed nuzzling her cheek, "How do you do it, Onna?" He whispered into her, "How do you make it all right?" He kissed her lips, drowning himself in her taste, a few buds of favor from the chocolate still remained in her mouth.

When he broke from her, he was amazed at the smile that adorned her lips, "It's a gift." She giggled at the roll of his eyes.

"Weird Onna." He mumbled snatching her lips once more before raising from the bed and finding his towel that she had taken from him, wrapping it around his waist. He turned back to her, her eyes innocently looking at him, her robe fixed letting him only have her thighs in his view. "What?"

His only reply was her raising her arms and sticking out her lower lip. He chuckled at her child like manner but leaned down anyway and picked her up in his arms. But he kept her there, "Grab the box." She giggled in response but quickly held it in her protective grasp on her lap.