Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ Light Up Ahead ( Chapter 44 )

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Part two. That's why I waited so long.
I wrote this during Christmas if that's not obvious. No matter if I did write it in 2003...Hope the spellings all good, I'm too tired to check. The lyrics took forever

Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.09.2005 | Pages: 7 | Words: 10.3K | Visits: 2.0K | Status: Completed

~~~~``` Part two Chapter 42 Light Up Ahead

and always bad dreams

i wake up to the light

and when i cant see

i wake up to your eyes

wake me up

----Further Seems Forever-

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Bulma watched with brilliant eyes and a broad smile, showing her daughter her enthusiasm while the little girl began ripping open another gift Santa had brought her. Bra giggled and screamed when she lifted the lid off the box to find a tiny kitty meowing to escape inside. She lifted the tiny fur ball in her arms and hugged it to the extend Bulma thought the animal's eyes were going to pop out. Trunks however was quick to rescue the small mammal and teach Bra how to properly hold it.

“Okay, Nesa's next.” Bra chimed, the little elf since she was old enough last year would happily be in charge of who gets to go next and pick out the present the other was going to receive. Bra dug her way underneath the ceiling high tree, tossing aside presents that had neither her name nor Nesa's. Finally coming upon one she liked, Bra hefted it up and handed it to the lady next to Trunks. “This ones from mommy and daddy.”

Suspiciously eyeing her future mother-in-law, she tore the paper greedily, shedding the top of the box to find tons of the cutest baby clothes. She smiled and stood to wrap her arms around the sickly woman, thanking her profusely. Before letting her go however, Nesa whispered in Bulma's ear, “I was so afraid you'd hate me.”

“Come on, you're my son's fiancée how could I? And beside that's my grandchild in there.”

“All right what are you two talking about?” Trunks asked with a cocked eyebrow.

Nesa turned to him with a smile and settled down next to him in his arms, “Nothing. Girl talk.” Trunks eyed her but was interrupted by his sister yelling mommy's turn.

“No no. It's daddy's turn. Go get him from the kitchen.”

“But daddy all ready gots his presents.”

“From you guys but not from me, now go get him.” Bulma began to heft herself from the chair but Trunks was immediately at her side, holding her steady helping her up to her feet. She wanted to brush him away but after losing thirty pounds since her first chemo she had no strength too. Bulma patted her head, making sure her bandana was still intact and hadn't revealed any of her bald head before on her own went to the closet. She turned back to see Vegeta being dragged in by the hand of his little girl, him looking miserable then not. She smile at him, in spite of his obvious anger for the fact that he couldn't use his GR. His eyes seemed to get colder at her mocking expression.

He detached his hand from his daughter, crossing his arms over his powerful chest, glaring at her as if saying, `This better be important or I'll kill you,' expression. But she ignored it, “Trunks, come here.” The boy swung himself over the couch and went to her, she whispered to his ear for a moment before digging in the closet and finding what was needed. It weight more then hundred pounds hence the reason for her needing him to hand it to Vegeta he held it in both hands with a raised eyebrow, “Open it.” She stepped to him, a large pleasing grin on her face.

Vegeta eyed her for a moment before taking the tape from the cotton sheet that wrapped around it and unwound the cloth from his present. And when finally the sheet was gone, his features widened and his mouth fell open unable to voice what it was he wanted to say as he stared at what was in his hands. A sword with a pure black marble handle, imprinted with the right grip from his large hands, and with a blade equal in proportion with the handle in weight ran four feet length wise and six inches in diameter. And in scripted in the metal blade was a black script written in Sayian-di, and his eyes widened when it read: `The last Sayian King.' After analyzing each crevice, his eyes flashed to Bulma who had lost her smile and bit her lip nervously. “Do you like it?” She questioned. “I took the letters of your alphabet that you taught me and did the best I could with it, I don't know if it's right but I think it is. It took the crafter a total of forty hours to create the blade and another twenty for the handle. I know that Sayians usually fight with their hands and everything but you're warriors so I thought…What? If you don't like it it's OK, I'm sure Trunks would like it I just thought that you might…OK…I'll shut up.” She bowed her head, peaking her eyes up at the very top of her orbs seeing his eyes still on her. Only moments later a grinned slipped on her lips. “I'm glad you like it.” She kissed his cheek before hurrying over to her recliner chair and wrapping her blanket around her.

Bulma watched him leave out of the corner of her eye. She smiled though nodding to her child's incessant ramblings and took the present from her. She wanted to squeal in delight of the expression on his face. Maybe no one else saw it but damn, he was fucking thrilled! She wanted to give herself a hug but remembered that her hands were busy tearing the wrapping paper.

These past four weeks, however rough and draining, were actually kind of pleasant in a way. After a long conversation with Vegeta, Trunks had finally gotten him to see that he was truly sorry for what he said. Everything turned back into the normal except for now, Nesa was a part of the family. Last week Trunks had told her his plan and she couldn't be more proud of him. However she hated the fact that her baby was having a baby. She protested to Vegeta and yelled at him as if it was his fault which it was practically for giving Trunks the `OK' sign to mate but she couldn't place all the blame.

It was the way Trunks handled his future wife that made her laugh and smile. He watched her every move like a hawk with its prey. He wouldn't let her out of his sight. He helped her sit, helped her stand, hell he tried to help her eat but she disapproved of that. He made sure no other man came near her, he had actually growled a bit at Goten last night when they came over for the Christmas Eve Dinner. Nesa loved it, which could see it upon her face, giggling when his eyes strayed to every male in the room, watching, and waiting. She had to calm him down a few knots.

And all hell will freeze over if someone were to upset her. No matter how perfect it seemed right now, Nesa's parents didn't like it one bit. They wanted her to have an abortion, well once Trunks heard that he moved her out of her apartment and brought her to the safety of the Capsule Building. He wouldn't allow her parents to see her or call her and it kept her protected from all of their negative attitudes.

Bulma had protested about Nesa living in the same building as Trunks but once he told her they were engaged, and after waking up from her fainting, Bulma had welcomed the girl. The baby was only two month and a few weeks but getting starting on the baby's room was all ready on its way. Nesa loved the attention; the child obviously had a deprived youth for she nearly cried when Trunks told about the baby's room. The girl would be spoiled before the child would even be born.

Vegeta, a subject she didn't want to think about but she had no choice. He was getting worse. He can believe that he is perfectly fine all he wants and he may believe that she didn't notice him sleeping all the time and showering more then not six times a day not to mention his GR was barely ever used. She had checked the log book in her laptop finding him using it only four hours total every day. And not in constant.

She had tried to ask him about it but he would ignore her saying that it was all in her mind however she knew he knew he was caught. Bulma couldn't do anything about it however, no matter how much she wanted too, she barely had time to stop and think anymore and her depression along with her sickness was wearing her down. She slept all day long, and threw up all night long. But it was only bad those two days after a Chemo treatment.

Everyday she would look in the mirror and find more hair gone and as not to deal with it, Bulma got her head shaved as much as she cried during the haircut it needed to be done. Her eyebrows were gone, her eyelashes, every hair on her body had fallen off; she couldn't stand the sight of her reflection anymore. Looking at Vegeta had to be one of the most humiliating things. She knew he thought her ugly just by the fact that he made no move to touch her. He barely kissed her and only when she provoked it. It made tears come to her eyes thinking of their lack of sex life this past mouth. Their last bout was in the snow and that was so far away now.

Bulma shook herself free of her worries for the moment. This was Christmas for goodness sake! No bad thoughts on Christmas.

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Bulma peaked out the window, her eyes scanning the ground below searching for her lover who had disappeared after the ceremonial gift opening. Dinner would be on in only a few minutes and she still hadn't given him his last present. Bulma turned to see the couple setting the table, Nesa giggling as Trunks would pass and whisper words into her ear. She could see the love in his eyes, it was an amazing sight to say the least but she was relieved it had all worked out for the best. “Trunks, where's your father?” He stopped his kisses on his fiancée's neck and concentrated only for a moment.

“By the pond.” And he continued with his playful torture.

“All right you two. Don't make me get the hose.” Nesa blushed and pulled away. Bulma grabbed her blanket and wrapped it tight around her shoulders putting on her flip flops caring not she was wearing wool socks. She ventured at the back down the deck around through the pathway of trees. The stepping stone long been covered by the snow. Her body shook at the freezing temperature, snow falling on her nose. She knew she shouldn't be out here, getting sick now would only be worse for her. Chemo does more then make you throw up and tired. It lowers your metabolism and decreases your immune system. She could die now from a little cold. Bulma giggled at her stupidity.

And slowly her musings came to an end and her hands lost their responsive hold, fining her husband right where Trunks had said he was. A smile creped her lips watching his every move, his shirtless body maneuvered and flowed with each plunge of the long sword. Vegeta slashed the air with such precision and concentration, his footing in all the right places, his knees evenly spaced and bent arms in perfect sync bringing the sword behind his head, swinging around and cutting his invisible enemy in two.

Sweat poured from his body, it was as if these past three hours he has done nothing but go through familiar steps of sword dancing again and again. His arms pulsed and breathing heavily, she could see his pants in the air. Kami, how could his body represent a god-like figure and hold such a soul as his? “I'm glad,” She paused watching him suddenly realize there was another person there. He stumbled just for a moment before regaining his balance his eyes quickly finding hers, wide in surprise, “you like it.” She finished with a smile.

He panted as he replied, “You should not be out here. Get back inside.” He ordered, fixing his stance to his normal style, holding the sword to his side.

“I think I am grown up enough to decide where I should or shouldn't be.” Bulma tightened her fists around the blanket.

“I thought I told that boy to watch you.” He growled going to the sword's covering and slipping it in.

Bulma's eyes widened in furry as she followed him, “How dare you! I do not need to be `watched' Vegeta!” He was nonetheless surprised by her sudden outburst, bringing his wide eyes to hers. “Damn it ever since I've gotten sick you think I'm incapable of taking care of myself! I am perfectly fine thank you! I don't need you to tell me what I should do or shouldn't, when I should eat, when I should sleep! I can do just fine on my own! So stop thinking I'm incompetent!” With that…She fell to her knees, panting heavily, her hands falling to the snow to catch her body, barely able to keep her up.

Vegeta had watched her outrage, and didn't flinch when she collapsed. She wants to do this on her own then fine. All she had to do was ask. “I presume you came here to tell me dinner is ready. Fine, hurry up.” With his sword in hand, Vegeta walked right by her, leaving her on the cold floor.

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Bulma thanked her lucky stars that today was Thursday. Her body wasn't as weak nor does she get sick at the very thought of food. It was like being pregnant again except for the fact that no longer did hair exist anywhere on her body. This was a plus in some aspect.

She smiled seeing her husband daughter nap together on the couch, Bra wrapped in a blanket, holding her kitty that after an hour of struggling to get out of her grip gave up and fell asleep with a soft purr. Bulma glanced at the clock; it was time for Bra to be put to bed so the couple could at least have Christmas night to themselves.

Bulma stepped before the bed, afraid to wake them for they looked so adorable. However her musings ended as soon as Vegeta's eyes snapped open to catch hers. It amazed her still how he could just wake like that without an ounce of a sleepy expression. “Can you bring Bra to bed? I want to talk to you.” He nodded and slowly, carefully lifted his girl into his arms; she groaned but only tightened her hold on the kitty that meowed in protest. Bulma went to the elevator to meet them in Bra's room. Vegeta set the child down and Bulma gently took the kitten out of her hold, hearing the little girl cry in disapproval, however Bulma was quick to replace the cat with a stuffed animal pacifying her.

With Vegeta behind her, Bulma stopped only once to place the cat in the entertainment room where its litter box and food was and pressed to the door to shut it. She then gripped Vegeta's hand, not letting him pull from her and brought him down the hallway.

Vegeta's brows knit when the past their room only to stop at the next door. She turned to him, “Remember the big fight we had about changing this room, `your' room into the baby's room? You wanted the baby's room to be across from Trunks' and Nesa's because they were the one's having the baby and there was no sense on having the baby's room six rooms away from the parents room and I said I wanted it here--”

“I was there, Onna.”

“Right, well, preparations for the baby's room doesn't start until next week.” Vegeta's brows knitted tighter, he didn't like where this was going. She had upright lied to him straight to his face so had Trunks and Nesa. But his question at the moment was why then where there so many people here before redecorating this room? “I told a white lie, not a real lie, mind you, that because I didn't want you in this room at any time. This is my last gift to you to thank you for all that you have put up with not just with me being sick, which I can't love you enough for all that you did, but for our family. Just thank you for staying long enough to create with me. Okay, enough of that. Open it.” Bulma bit her lip to keep her excitement at bay.

He was hesitant but only for the fact the more he stayed put the more he knew it was driving the woman insane. However his curiosity won over his fun and his hand lifted for the knob. It was then he realized that had been changed also. There was no knob. So instead he lifted his hand to the Keypad and automatically the door slid up. Bulma stepped in before him, “Lights on.” She voiced and immediately all the lights flipped on.

Vegeta stepped one foot and stalled.

“Let me tell you what I did.” Bulma needed to break the silence, it was driving her crazy. He just seemed to stare at the room and not comprehend. “Well, you're new king sized bed couldn't fit in just a single room so we tore down the wall and added another room.” Vegeta looked to his right and sure enough their was the bed with navy fish netting draping down from the middle of the ceiling over the mattress and hanging of the mahogany pools on each corner of the huge mattress. “I know you like silk and navy so that's what you got.” The bed spread she was talking of and a few blood red pillows thrown in there with the twelve total. Two mahogany nightstands on either side, each holding a clock and a few pictures of his son and daughter, and of course his mate. “Now this painting sure took a bunch of hours, considering that the guy had to use his imagination but I got to give him credit, you look really good in it.” Vegeta raised his eyes to the picture above the bed and he nearly stopped breathing when he saw it. It was him however he was dressed in Sayian armor with the Royal symbol of Vegeta-sei encrusted in his breast plate. And if that had not been enough a gold crown rested on his head. His navy cape draped over his square shoulders, proving his stature if the objects didn't. “I thought that would boost your ego some.” Why wasn't he talking! Bulma took a deep breath turn to her right. “And a whole new entertainment system to feast your every need. Actually my every need in case we want to have some fun on this bed and I don't want to move back to my room after our very tiring adventures.” Still nothing. Bulma turned in frustration but shared none of it. “We expended your closet not that you had anything to put in it anyway but hey just in case we ever fight this will be your place to stay. And your bathroom.” Bulma pushed the button to open it revealing a whole new decorated restroom. “The shower, as you can see is made for full movement unlike our cramped shower. You can easily fit twelve people in their though I'm sure you don't know that many people. It closes completely meaning you can change this shower into a sauna. You have a bench on the back wall where you have your controls. You can have a waterfall or a rain shower. You have forty faucets outlining the ceiling and thirty on each side of the walls allowing water to be sprayed directed on your stomach, legs, and…other parts. Don't even think about it.” He wasn't even thinking so her joke went totally out the window, Bulma growled silently to herself. “It works also on voice command in case; we get too busy to move.” She smirked but his eyes never once landed on her. Bulma turned quickly smiling broadly, pointing to the huge Jacuzzi. “Brand new state of the art tub. It will serve you tea and cookies if you just ask. Your own personal refrigerator directly inside of this bath. And that is the grand tour.” She moved out of the bathroom glancing back at her husband who finally had his eyes studying her. “What do you think?” She sat down on the bench before the huge bed.

Vegeta stared at her for a moment, and then his eyes roamed once again around the whole place before landing back on her. His brows knit and Bulma silently thought that he was mad by his expression. She bit her lip nervously. “Why did you do all of this?”

“Because. I thought when you feel like getting away, instead of going to your favorite island, I thought you could instead come here. OH.” She quickly got up and handed him a key. “This is for the room. When you come in here and you don't even want me in here, all you got to do is put that key in the keypad on the inside of your room and all the windows and entrances will shut automatically, even Sayian power couldn't get in here. And! I almost forgot.” Bulma ran back into the bathroom, Vegeta on her heels in interest. “Incase we want to use the shower or the bath or something and we're all ready naked. WE can come right through here.” She pushed a button hidden behind the towel rack and instantly the rack tucked in to a little cabinet before it flowed up into the ceiling revealing an opening right next to the bed. Bulma turned to smile back at him. “Do you like it?”

Vegeta shrugged turning around, “Do not know why you went through the trouble.”

Bulma followed him, “Because I wanted to do something for you.” She slipped her arms around her waist, resting her cheek against his shoulder blade. “I know going to the therapist is bothering, and a nuisance and I know if I had not asked you would have never thought of this. And I know you are doing it for me. And the children. And I can't thank you enough for it. I've wanted you to be happy for so long and I have yet to get you there and now, it's a possibility. Although you don't think, just let me believe there is a slight chance that in my lifetime I can make you happy. Even if it's just for a moment.” Bulma loosened her hold and allowed Vegeta to turn to her. His features were gentle, his eyes so soft. He lend down and tenderly placed a kiss upon her lips. Bulma melted against him, not feeling his mouth for so long.

However in less then a few seconds, much to her disappointment he pulled away and whispered slightly to her, “You are tired. Go to bed.”

Bulma sighed miserably and dropped her head on his chest. She felt his hands leave her sides and he just stood there letting her touch him. Her lip trembled but she kept her tears back and the lump from her throat. “I'm sorry I'm so ugly now that you can't even kiss me.” She turned away without viewing the shocked expression on her lover's face and hurried through the bathroom entrance.

Vegeta stared after her, hearing the wall slide back in place. Did she really think that? Vegeta dropped his head and moved to the bed, numbly setting himself upon it, falling back to stare at the round holder of the netting in the middle of his bed on the ceiling.

That woman took everything to heart! Gods, he stops touching her for…thirty days? Has it been that long since he held her? Since he touched her intimately? How the hell did he not take in to account that it had been that long? Before this year he could barely go two weeks let alone a month. When was the last time he kissed her more then just something chase? He couldn't remember.

Vegeta covered his eyes with his hands, rubbing them in frustration. He knew why he couldn't think of it. He knew why he hadn't touched her. But how to make her understand? It had nothing to do with the fact that she had no hair covering her face or how she always wore that wrap around her head, not even allowing him to see what laid beneath it. Nothing to do with the fact that her eyes were always surrounded in dark circles and her skin had turned a deathly pale and her smell had become something…weird. All of these things he noted but cared less for.

He needed to fix things. Needed to get her to realize that it had nothing to do with her. But what could he say to her to make her see? He was never good with words. She was too tired to really be active in mating so showing her in that way was out of the question.

Vegeta lifted himself up, closing the door to his new room behind him and took the next right into their bedroom, seeing his woman lying with her back turned to the doorway. He quietly stripped himself of his boots, gloves and spandex suit, changing into flannel pajama pants. Vegeta opened the balcony doors just a smidge to let some cold air in before he dropped himself on the bed, staring up on the ceiling with a sigh.

How many nights had he laid just like this and not bothered to kiss her goodnight? How many nights had she gone to bed thinking that it was her fault, and that she was too ugly for his affections? His pride would not allow her to sleep without knowing what it was that was truly wrong. But then again it was his pride that kept him from telling her.

“I'm sorry.” Vegeta turned his head slightly in question though she couldn't see it. What the hell was she apologizing for? “I shouldn't have said that. I'm just…I was just feeling a bit depressed is all. I shouldn't have said it. Just forget I said anything.”

Vegeta sighed again, rolling to his side. This was it, now or never.

He griped her shoulder and silently asked her to turn around. She did if not reluctantly, her eyes failing to meet his. The hand on her shoulder wondered up to her neck to the knot that tide her towel and instantly she looked at him desperately, “No, Vegeta, please.” She gripped his hand as best she could but he just ignored her, pulling the knot out and gently removing the turban that had surrounded her head for the past month. Tears fell from the woman's eyes feeling like she had just been violated by his movements, making her feel naked and bruised. She hadn't ever wanted him to see it. Bulma could feel her pride being slowly ripped apart by each unfolding of her wrap.

Vegeta kept his eyes on her while removing it, hating that expression on her face, her lip trembling, eyes closing in shame. But he threw it to the side anyway, letting his palm grace the blue peace fuzz that surrounded her scalp and slowly stroke it. Her eyes opened to see his, determined to get her to understand something. Tears fell from her eyes, she shut them again as he neared and felt his lips fall upon her bare head, again and again until she let out a sob and buried her head into his shoulder, wrapping her arms around him, crying into his chest. Vegeta kept one hand on her head, holding her to him, the other wrapped around her. He'll admit it was awkward not having his hand being mingled with her lovely tresses, and the way she looked without it was completely different from how she was with it but all and all, she was still the most beautiful and erotic creature he had ever laid eyes on. Not like he would ever even hint at it in words but his actions were hopefully good enough for her to understand.

“I have not touched you, Onna,” He whispered, “because I am wrong, not you. My memories are worse. And my power is unpredictable. Until it is stable again, I will not touch you. But do not think it is because of this. It will never be because of this.”

She sniffed against him, trying to clear her tears, a smile now present on her lips however fading when she spoke, “Will you please try another medicine, Vegeta? Please, I beg you. Try another. And I promise I will monitor it and study it and if I see one thing wrong I will take you off of it but please. I don't want to see you suffer anymore. I know how hard it's been for you. You think I haven't noticed but I do. You sleep so much. You rarely ever train anymore. You don't even eat as much as you use too. Please, let me help you. Don't you want to feel better?”

That question again. Without even a thought to it, “Yes.” He answered honestly.

She pulled back from him, obviously shocked by his admittance but smile gently to him, “OK. Tomorrow I will have tests done and figure out a medication that won't do anything else but take away your past. Everything will be fine again, I promise.” Vegeta held her body to his, wishing to himself to touch her, experience her again but even now his skin was hot to the touch. His muscles flexed and twitched in uncontrolled spasms. He hoped she couldn't feel it.

Bulma feeling his body tighten, and his body getting warmer with each passing second knew she needed to try and break whatever tension had fallen between them, and get them back to their normal routine. Maybe it would help him to relax. “So how do you know how to use that sword I got you? You seemed to master it so quickly.”

Vegeta exhaled deeply, separating himself from her to lie on his back however allowed her to lie upon his chest. He directed his mind back to his childhood, where he learned the art of swordplay, “Bardock, Kakarot's sire, though was not very strong, he was brilliant in mastering techniques I never knew. That included Genit. Sayian for, The fight of metal. Swords were something every Sayian carried but never intended to use. We were taught to use them for many enemies handled them in battle and we realized we could not protect our bare skin from them unless we had a sword of our own.”

“A sword can penetrate Sayian skin?”

“Yes. But only with enough strength. Even your knives can slash it. However if you were to try to cut me, I would not even feel it. Anything can penetrate Sayian skin if enough force was behind it.”

Bulma smiled lifting her head to look at him, “I guess you're not as indestructible as I thought.”

“Close enough to it.”

She rested her chin on his breast, her eyes shutting just slightly, a frown present on her lips, “I can't believe I'm going to be a grandma.” She groaned. Vegeta immediately rolled his eyes. This conversation had happened too many times for him to care anymore. “We just had a baby and now were going to be grandparents. I hate this, I hate this, I hate this.” Bulma sighed opening her eyes to catch his smirk. That devious smirk she had not seen in a while. It instantly made her flush and she breathed out through her mouth. “What?”

“You have no hair.”

Her none existing brows knitted, “Yeah, your point?”

“Anywhere?”

Once she saw the flash of the glint in his eyes, her face turned beat red at his meaning. She yanked herself away, “You're such a pervert sometimes, you know that! Sicko!” But Vegeta gripped her arms before she could get every far and held her to him. She couldn't help the smile on her face. At least he still thought of her in that aspect.

Vegeta kept his smirk, holding her so her lips were right against his but still so far away, her body halfway on him, feeling her large covered breasts pushed tight against his chest. “Can I see?” He's smirk deepened on the blush that reappeared.

She bit her lip in nervousness. “You're going to think it ugly.” She scowled herself for that stupid comment. “I don't even want to look.” Bulma squealed as she was suddenly pushed to the mattress on her back with Vegeta now above, that smirk of his never fading, his eyes glancing down her body before he went to her eyes again as if asking permission. Bulma sighed, “Fine but don't blame me if it's a turn off.” He chuckled in his throat kissing her softly on the lips. “Sick, sick little man.” She bit playfully watching him as he slowly made his decent, kissing each covered breast, making a wet path down her shirt over her belly. His fingers hooked in her pants and while he wiggled himself further down the bed, he took her pajamas with him till he threw them on the ground. He kissed her goose bump calves, her slightly bent knees, her quivering thighs before nudged her covered center. He clasped his thumbs of her panty straps and with a slow tantalizing precaution, his eyes flew up to hers to make sure it was still Ok but her eyes were tightly closed and she was breathing heavily out of her mouth. He lowered the purple satin material down to her knees before allowing his eyes to stray upon her middle, nearly gasping at the sight. He could see everything from her little nub to her clamped lips.

As if on instinct, Vegeta went forward and kissed her entrance hearing her take a deep sharp breath surprising shock. His hand went to her panties and he removed one leg from it to widen her for him, placing her bare legs on his shoulders as he delve his tongue into the naked flesh, feeling her thighs quiver against him. Her hips flexed as she moaned and wiggled on the bed, egging him to go further. Vegeta basked in her passion. This is the one thing that he could do that didn't require a whole lot of control nor did it require him to loose it. He slipped his hands over her legs, smoothing them, caressing them as he sucked at her nub feeling her body shake. Her small hands slowly lowered to capture his hair and push him harder against her as she asked for more.

Vegeta let his fang nip against the sensitive bud and nearly got bucked off by her hips. He chuckled silently to himself, slipping one hand underneath her thigh to gently rub the soaked lips while his tongue stroked the inside of her. He heard her deep moan and she came against him, legs tightly fastening around his head, as if to hold him still but at the same time stop him. It held him but keeping him from lapping up her juices it didn't. She bucked and yelped at the quivering orgasm, her head thrashing on her pillow as she continued riding out the pleasures of ecstasy.

He slowly pulled away, licking his lips, pulling her legs from his neck before crawling up to her and kissing the woman deeply on the mouth, allowing her to taste herself on his tongue as it swirled with hers. He released her, her pants heavily in his mouth before she forced her lids to open seeing his smug face. A smirk soon appeared, “I can assure you woman, that it was anything but a turn off.”

She giggled and wrapped her arms around him, pulling his body on top of hers; sighing when she felt his lips kiss her neck, “Maybe I'll just keep it that way then.” Vegeta pulled off of her feeling his body start to tighten once again and rolled to his back, sighing heavily disappointed he could go no farther with her. However he was more then not surprised at the woman kissing his erect nipple.

“Woman--”

“I know, I know. No sex. However that leaves out only a few things.” Bulma climbed over him, leaning down to nibble at his lope, “I haven't gone down on you in a while. And no matter what you say, I know you like it.”

“You don't--” He was silenced but a finger on his lips.

“I know I don't, but I want too. As I always do. Don't fight with me this time. Let me do it.” She heard him sigh but ignored it as she kissed down his chest while her hand unbuttoned his pants.

Vegeta dropped his head back against the pillow. He hated this. He shouldn't allow her to continue but he realized just how much he needed released at the moment. He sucked in a breath as her cool fingers dipped in the opening of his pants and freed his hard member, waiting for her touch.

Why do you ask does he hate it when his mate pleasures him with her mouth? He doesn't really hate it! What kind of man doesn't take pleasure in it! You would have to be completely numb to not like it! However, when you have a mind like his, you learn to hate.

In the beginning, whores were made to drop to their knees. Whores were made to give the pleasure and take none for themselves. Still to this day he did not think it right for the woman to do this, and he hated it when she did. The first time, he had yanked her away, hell he wouldn't even let her mouth get near it. But soon enough she found a way. They had been in the shower and before he even realized she had him wrapped up in the hot wet pleasure and he could do nothing but stumble back and fall against the wall. Afterwards, he nearly yelled at her, telling her to never do it again, but she got angry thinking that she did a bad `job' and screamed to high heaven that she was sorry for ever thinking of his needs. That made him feel like shit so he stopped making a big deal about it but protested every single time she tried. Which isn't very often but it still happened much against his will.

His chest filled with hair as he watched her take him in again and again, nearly down to the hilt. His teeth ground together and his hands instantly went behind him to grip the backboard of the bed. He could feel himself slipping, his body wiggling and flexing uncontrollably trying to thrust up into her perfect hold but he willed himself still instead concentrated on the orgasm reaching its peak. His hands clenched on the board and the instant his climax hit, the wood split beneath his hold.

Bulma released him from her mouth, licking her lips in satisfaction, watching him revive giggling at the broken wood that fell on to the bed. She tucked him back inside, button him up again and crawled to lay on his lap however decided against when her hand had touched his burning chest. She cringed at the heat, tightening her slightly burnt hand into a fist and watched from beside him as he regained his composure.

He calmed his breathing to the point where he huffed through his nose finally able to open his eyes to gaze at her smiling, flushed face. Vegeta quickly lowered his ki hoping she hadn`t noticed. “I knew you liked it.” She leaned and kissed his lips, his hand instantly cupping the back of her hold to swirl his tongue with hers. She pulled gently away and nibbled at his lips before whispering, “Goodnight.” And turned her back to him, flipping off her side light. Vegeta closed his eyes and allowed himself to breath heavily a few more times. Normally he wouldn't be panting like this unless they had mated for an extremely long time but he knew it was because of his lack of energy. He put his hand over his eyes, trying to calm himself down however distinctly content with the woman at the moment.