Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ At This Moment ( Chapter 59 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: StaindGT 
Yep, you guessed it.
The confrontation at last
....Don't fret. Epeon will soon be taken care of.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.16.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Completed
Yep, you guessed it.
The confrontation at last
....Don't fret. Epeon will soon be taken care of.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.16.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Completed
~~~~~``` Chapter-- At This Moment
Did you think
I could hate you
Or raise my hands to you
Now come on you know me too well
How could I hurt you
when darling I love you
and you know
I'd never hurt you…---Billy Vera and The Beaters
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~``````
Everyone except of course Bra who was oblivious to all around her, turned to the elevator and out stepped the creature that all secretly hated from within. Vegeta glared at the female now, his fork resting on his plate while he crossed his arms over his powerful chest, keeping his strength at bay as not to go rip her head off her shoulders. His black eyes slid to his son who sat dead still and silent in his chair, his face emotionless yet his eyes revealed his pain. Vegeta closed the door on his mental capacity not wanting to overhear his child’s private thoughts since the boy was obviously incapable of shutting them off himself.
Bulma touched his shoulder and he knew what that meant though it didn’t mean he would follow it. He wanted to hear her pathetic plea of forgiveness. The woman however was persistent and whispered in his ear that they must let the two talk alone and with a sigh Vegeta lifted from his seat, grabbing his daughter roughly by the arm and swinging her over his shoulder while balancing five plates of food in his arms, Bulma carrying the rest, followed behind them into the playroom, quickly shutting the door.
Trunks sat there for what seemed like hours staring at her own shocked expression. She unconsciously stepped into the living room, all the while never once taking her eyes off of his. He wished that she would for he hadn’t the strength. When her lips moved to whisper the word, ‘hi’, he finally was able to blink. Trunks stood and holding his head high, he stepped forward but keeping a safe distance from her.
Even now she looked beautiful. She had cut her hair and it swayed just above her shoulders which were bare for she wore a halter top that outlined the quantity of her breasts. Of course they were bigger but Trunks didn’t really grasp the concept of why yet. Her stomach once again flat but her once muscled abs were lost to her pregnancy weight. Two months ago, she was two-hundred pounds. It was amazing how much has changed.
Even her face had grown to that of a matured mother though still in her youth. However Trunks made out the blackness that swallowed her eyes and the paleness of her cheeks. But of course this was expected with a new mother.
Why was he thinking of all of this? Why wasn’t he wanting to kill her? Or even yell at her? For this instant he felt no anger toward her, not the kind that he has felt for the last month and a half. He wanted to touch her now, hold her, kiss her. But he knew he shouldn’t.
And with that thought, he made the pain rise again. He made the anger present itself. He would not give in to his childish love anymore. She had killed his innocence. She has taken his heart and squeezed till it popped and he would not forget that. He would not let it go unpunished.
She took a step closer but stalled when he took a foot back. Her head dropped down to her chest, her hair falling in front of her face. It took all his will not to reach up and push it aside. Nesa straightened her composure and gazed at him with glistening eyes and a small smile, hoping that would make the coldness of his appearance ebb. “How are you?” She whispered.
“Fine.” He bit coldly. He would not allow her to see how painful life has been made by her.
“That’s good.” She bit her lip in her nervousness. For weeks she prepared what she would say to him if she ever saw him again. And now, all her words seemed to have been blown away by his beautiful eyes. “I’ve been worried about you. I mean you’ve been gone for so long. I was beginning to think…I thought…It doesn’t matter. You’re back now. I missed you.” She stepped forward and once again he retreated. Nesa’s lip trembled at his obvious distrust but she quickly swallowed her shame. “I’m sor--”
“I can’t forgive you.”
“I know, I--”
“I hate you. So much.” Seeing his own tear fall down his cheek resulted in her own dripping from her eyes. “Where is he?”
“With your grandma.” She smiled weakly. “She wanted to show him off to her friends.”
“Why? He’s not her grandson.”
“Trunks, I--”
“Why did you lie to me, Nesa?” His whimper nearly killed her. She gripped the edge of the couch for support.
“I don’t know.” She admitted trembling.
“I wouldn’t have hurt you, Nesa. I wouldn’t have left you. I loved you damn it.” His anger was present but his pain dominated his tone.
“I know, Trunks.”
“I would have given you everything. I didn’t care if the baby wasn’t mine. I would have helped you.”
“I was scared.”
“I’d never lay a hand on you. You know me, Nesa. You know me. I would have been angry but like this, Nesa? Is this better then not telling me?”
“No.”
“It’s too late now. I just need to know why, Nesa? Why did you go through with all of this?”
“I didn’t want to be alone.”
“I would have never let that happen.” Trunks nearly growled in his sudden anger. “I’m not like that. You know me, Nesa.”
“I know you, Trunks. And that’s why I wanted so badly to be with you.”
“Like you are now?”
“Trunks, please.”
“What were you planning to do, Nesa? Pretend that the human child was mine? How long did you think that would go on? When would you have told me, Nesa? If ever? When he was ten? Twenty? After you used me for all I was worth?”
“I didn’t use you.”
“What the fuck do you call it then!” He watched her shrink back in sudden fear. He turned his head away knowing he was getting too angry for this but after keeping it down so long, he couldn’t control it any more. And besides is it not what she had asked for not even a year ago? “You planned to use me. Not for my money, but for me. Because I was stupid enough, naive enough to believe a bitch like you.”
“Trunks, you were so wonderful to me. I couldn’t just let you go.”
“But sooner or later, you knew I would go. And you had to make sure that you got every ounce of me before I did. You took every part of me, Nesa. And you crushed it. Do you know how much you’ve changed me? I have no compassion anymore. I have no heart anymore. I have no childhood anymore-You stole that from me! I was a child and you took it upon yourself to make me into a man. Well, are you proud of yourself? I’m a man. I’m a man of seventeen who‘s wife is a slut and who‘s child isn‘t his. I am a man who is so ashamed that he can‘t even look upon himself in the mirror! I am a man who prays to Kami every night to let him die!. Congratulations. You did a great job.”
She fell to her knees, her face buried into her thighs, “I’m sorry, Trunks. I didn’t mean to--”
“What the hell did you mean, Nesa?!” Uncontrollably he gripped her arm and pulled her roughly to her feet, “What did you mean, Nesa? What?” He stared into her agony filled eyes, tears dripping down her red cheeks. His anger stalled for a moment and his hand reached for her face, his fingers tracing down the side of her jaw, tucking her black hair behind her ear. He dropped his forehead upon hers and her hands quickly went to his own wet cheeks, holding them tight. “Did you mean any of it?”
“Yes, Trunks. I meant my vows.”
“I can’t believe you.” He whispered more tears following from his sky eyes.
“I know. I know. And I’m sorry. Trunks you just don’t understand. I had no one else to turn to. And you. You were like my knight in shining army. You cared for me when everyone else had turned me away. I didn’t want you to leave me too. You above everything else. I’ve lied, Trunks. I know. So many times, but I’m asking you--”
“Don’t, please don’t. Don’t ask me to forgive you. Don’t ask me for a another chance. I’ll give you everything you ask for but please. I don’t want to forgive you. Not yet. You hurt me so bad, Nesa. Let me be angry for now.“ She nodded in pain, her body shaking. His eyes shut and he whispered. “If you love me, Nesa. You need to do something for me.”
“Anything.”
“You need to let me have a second chance.” He pulled away now, just to look upon all of her features, her fingers slowly falling from his face in her confusion.
“Second chance? I don’t understand.”
“I want a second chance to live my life. Without you.”
“No, Trunks NO. I’m your wife, please.”
“Nesa. Do this for me. We can start anew. I can’t trust you again if I don’t know you. And this above all else had made me realize how little of you I actually do know. Give me my second chance before I can give you your third.”
“I don’t want to lose you.”
“You all ready have. And if you don’t let me go back to the way I was before. You’ll lose me forever. And you’ll have this man you see before you who despises everything you stand for.”
She dropped her head, her shoulders shaking, but his closeness is what kept her from falling to her knees. After several moments and a deep breath she looked up at him again. “So what does this mean?”
“We’re getting a divorce.” Her face crumbled before him but he kept stoic, swallowing all of his tears. “I will get you a house to live in free of charge. A maid to help with the baby. And it will be on capsule Corps. Grounds so that you are protected from the media and the assassins. But I don’t want to see you. I will come to you when I’m ready. And…” He paused wondering if he really wanted to hurt her. But the pause was only for a moment, “I will go out with other girls and you will go out with other guys--”
“I could never! How could you even…”
“I need to know if I really want to be with you for the rest of my life. I need to know that I didn’t marry you out of obligation.”
“Obligation?”
“You will contact my mom if you need anything. You will have no need to think of money ever again. That must make you at least a bit at ease.” He mumbled in bitterness before turning away from her.
“It doesn’t. I was never in this for the money! I was in it for you!”
Trunks stalled for a moment, remembering something. He stepped back up to her and before her eyes he slowly let the gold ring slid off his finger and held it out to her. Tears fell from both their eyes but Nesa’s face wasn’t in the least emotionless as Trunks‘. Her lip trembled and she was quick to cover her mouth with her hand holding back her sobs. “And you got me. You won. So take your trophy.”
“Trunks, I will do anything-”
“Then take it!” He snapped harshly. He sighed out his nose. “Take it. And let me live.”
Her shaking hand grasped his, her glistening eyes daringly gazing into his. “I love you. So I will hold onto this.” Trunks nodded and forced a small weak smile on his lips then turned on his heal and went to the balcony to blast off into the sky never witnessing his ex-mate falling to her knees in her sobs.
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The rumble of Vegeta’s chuckles caused a small smile on her lips and she snuggled deeper into him so her ear was right over his steady beating heart. Her fingers traced his muscle packed abs, feeling them flinch in his light laughter. A small content smile laid on her lips and for the life of her she couldn’t get rid of it. He had just been lying with her in bed for the past few hours. Not making any move to have sex, just lying there watching Everybody Loves Raymond.
Something had happened up on the mountain. Something life-altering, something relieving. He wouldn’t tell her anything but then he has only been home for two days. Yesterday wasn’t the best day but taking the day off was certainly required. And now tonight after working all day, she got to lie peacefully in his arms while he laughed at the most stupidest jokes.
His laughter. Gods it was music. So powerful, soft, erotic. His accent really kicked in. He even laughed like a prince. It was humorous to say the least but it was the most enjoyable sound besides that of her name upon his lips in the mists of passion. She closed her eyes when he chuckled deeply again causing her to shiver with delight at the gorgeous sound. He must have thought she was cold for the next thing she found was a blanket being pulled up over her shoulders.
She rested her chin on his peck to stare at him but he seemed too much into the show. She giggled to herself, “You know I also picked out who you could have if I were to die.” The storyline of the TV show that caused so much laughter from the Prince
He snapped his wide eyes down to her, humor lying in them. He smirked, “And who would that be, woman?”
“My mother.” His excitement just dropped and Bulma could do nothing but curl in a ball to ease the pain in her stomach from her laughter. Tears sprang to her eyes and she tried to do her best to stop since the glare that was burning in the top of her head was actually starting to hurt. “I’m kidding.” Bulma somehow chocked out, straightening herself against him, resting halfway upon him.
He seemed deeply relieved, “I would have killed myself, Onna.” He told her playfully, holding her closer. Gods it was so hard not to take her. His body craved her. A month without her had been nearly impossible and now with her here he could do nothing but lie next to her. But he would take what he could. Until she was ready to mate again he would not force her. He sensed her fear. He hadn’t been her mate for the past sixteen years for nothing you know.
Now controlled over her laughter, “Seriously. I picked Haddy, my tech specialist. You’ve met her. She has brownish, blondish hair, hazel eyes, 5”2’, double-d since I know how much you love breasts. She divorced, can’t have kids, and has a short fuse, but is very sweet. Thought she would do.”
Vegeta pondered for a moment, however knowing he would never touch another creature in his life if she were to die. “She’ll do. However I would need to explore my options.” He smirked catching the woman’s hand that tried to slap his chest.
“You want a harem? I could certainly afford one however the media might look at me weird.” She smiled, “I’m serious you know. If I were to die, that’s who I want you to spend the rest of your life with.”
Vegeta chuckled, wiggling himself down to be even with her, nipping her small nose, “Woman. No other female would ever be worthy of touching such a masterpiece.”
Bulma giggled and kissed him deeply, knowing the true meaning of her words. But she pulled away to whisper, “Do you have anyone picked out for me, if you were to leave me in death?”
“You will never be touched by any being ever woman. Even in death you are still mine, so do not even think of touching a male or my ghost will haunt you to your grave.” He rolled upon her, kissing down her neck and cheek.
“My prince. Has to have everything to himself.” She giggled feeling up upon his soft and smooth shoulders moaning while he suckled upon her scar. His fingers touched her sides finding the hem of her shirt and going inside, crawling on her skin that shivered at his heat. “Vegeta.” She whispered biting her lip when he cupped her breast, his thumb dashing over her hardening nipple. It had been so long since his touch was so soft and careful. No longer did she feel his hands shake or the pain when he was too rough and clumsy. She smiled knowing that he was better for the moment but that still did not take away her own pain. Bulma touched his shoulders, pushing against him but it had no effect as always, “Vegeta, stop please. I’m sorry.” She whispered but he was ignorant of her words, hefting her shirt over her bare chest and burying his face against them, licking and nipping at her harden mound. “Vegeta stop I can’t.” She groaned against him, her nails digging into his skin, “Vegeta stop it.” She wiggled away from him her hand going down to his own wanting to pry them from her sides but instead he took hold of them and pinned her wrists above her head with only one palm while the other weighted the neglected breast. He groaned around her mound, grounding his hips into her, letting her feeling his arousal through the clothe of his boxers. “Vegeta, enough.” She snapped in order, “Stop it.” Bulma yanked at her arms, struggling her body from him, crying when her movements caused him to accident slip his sharp fang across her breast.
“Damn it, woman.” He growled, whipping his body from her, refusing to meet her eyes. Bulma pressed the blanket to her bloody breast watching him sit with his head held in his hands, panting heavily. Sweat covered his back dripping down into the slits that were his scars.
She had played with him. Bulma knew it had been her fault. She had teased him. However she thought she was ready to be with him again. But her conscious and fear of getting pregnant again washed away her courage. She sighed, holding the blanket around her while crawling over to where he sat. “I’m sor--” When she touched his shoulder he violently pulled away quickly grabbing his spandex shorts from a drawl and after ripping his boxers off, put them on hastily all the while ignoring his mate’s sorrowful gaze.
Swinging the doors open he stalled then however still not looking in her direction. “It is not your fault, woman.” He stated roughly before slamming the balcony doors, the glass shattering, the doorframe splitting and flying off. Bulma laid back against the bed, confused and upset and feeling terribly alone.
Did you think
I could hate you
Or raise my hands to you
Now come on you know me too well
How could I hurt you
when darling I love you
and you know
I'd never hurt you…---Billy Vera and The Beaters
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~``````
Everyone except of course Bra who was oblivious to all around her, turned to the elevator and out stepped the creature that all secretly hated from within. Vegeta glared at the female now, his fork resting on his plate while he crossed his arms over his powerful chest, keeping his strength at bay as not to go rip her head off her shoulders. His black eyes slid to his son who sat dead still and silent in his chair, his face emotionless yet his eyes revealed his pain. Vegeta closed the door on his mental capacity not wanting to overhear his child’s private thoughts since the boy was obviously incapable of shutting them off himself.
Bulma touched his shoulder and he knew what that meant though it didn’t mean he would follow it. He wanted to hear her pathetic plea of forgiveness. The woman however was persistent and whispered in his ear that they must let the two talk alone and with a sigh Vegeta lifted from his seat, grabbing his daughter roughly by the arm and swinging her over his shoulder while balancing five plates of food in his arms, Bulma carrying the rest, followed behind them into the playroom, quickly shutting the door.
Trunks sat there for what seemed like hours staring at her own shocked expression. She unconsciously stepped into the living room, all the while never once taking her eyes off of his. He wished that she would for he hadn’t the strength. When her lips moved to whisper the word, ‘hi’, he finally was able to blink. Trunks stood and holding his head high, he stepped forward but keeping a safe distance from her.
Even now she looked beautiful. She had cut her hair and it swayed just above her shoulders which were bare for she wore a halter top that outlined the quantity of her breasts. Of course they were bigger but Trunks didn’t really grasp the concept of why yet. Her stomach once again flat but her once muscled abs were lost to her pregnancy weight. Two months ago, she was two-hundred pounds. It was amazing how much has changed.
Even her face had grown to that of a matured mother though still in her youth. However Trunks made out the blackness that swallowed her eyes and the paleness of her cheeks. But of course this was expected with a new mother.
Why was he thinking of all of this? Why wasn’t he wanting to kill her? Or even yell at her? For this instant he felt no anger toward her, not the kind that he has felt for the last month and a half. He wanted to touch her now, hold her, kiss her. But he knew he shouldn’t.
And with that thought, he made the pain rise again. He made the anger present itself. He would not give in to his childish love anymore. She had killed his innocence. She has taken his heart and squeezed till it popped and he would not forget that. He would not let it go unpunished.
She took a step closer but stalled when he took a foot back. Her head dropped down to her chest, her hair falling in front of her face. It took all his will not to reach up and push it aside. Nesa straightened her composure and gazed at him with glistening eyes and a small smile, hoping that would make the coldness of his appearance ebb. “How are you?” She whispered.
“Fine.” He bit coldly. He would not allow her to see how painful life has been made by her.
“That’s good.” She bit her lip in her nervousness. For weeks she prepared what she would say to him if she ever saw him again. And now, all her words seemed to have been blown away by his beautiful eyes. “I’ve been worried about you. I mean you’ve been gone for so long. I was beginning to think…I thought…It doesn’t matter. You’re back now. I missed you.” She stepped forward and once again he retreated. Nesa’s lip trembled at his obvious distrust but she quickly swallowed her shame. “I’m sor--”
“I can’t forgive you.”
“I know, I--”
“I hate you. So much.” Seeing his own tear fall down his cheek resulted in her own dripping from her eyes. “Where is he?”
“With your grandma.” She smiled weakly. “She wanted to show him off to her friends.”
“Why? He’s not her grandson.”
“Trunks, I--”
“Why did you lie to me, Nesa?” His whimper nearly killed her. She gripped the edge of the couch for support.
“I don’t know.” She admitted trembling.
“I wouldn’t have hurt you, Nesa. I wouldn’t have left you. I loved you damn it.” His anger was present but his pain dominated his tone.
“I know, Trunks.”
“I would have given you everything. I didn’t care if the baby wasn’t mine. I would have helped you.”
“I was scared.”
“I’d never lay a hand on you. You know me, Nesa. You know me. I would have been angry but like this, Nesa? Is this better then not telling me?”
“No.”
“It’s too late now. I just need to know why, Nesa? Why did you go through with all of this?”
“I didn’t want to be alone.”
“I would have never let that happen.” Trunks nearly growled in his sudden anger. “I’m not like that. You know me, Nesa.”
“I know you, Trunks. And that’s why I wanted so badly to be with you.”
“Like you are now?”
“Trunks, please.”
“What were you planning to do, Nesa? Pretend that the human child was mine? How long did you think that would go on? When would you have told me, Nesa? If ever? When he was ten? Twenty? After you used me for all I was worth?”
“I didn’t use you.”
“What the fuck do you call it then!” He watched her shrink back in sudden fear. He turned his head away knowing he was getting too angry for this but after keeping it down so long, he couldn’t control it any more. And besides is it not what she had asked for not even a year ago? “You planned to use me. Not for my money, but for me. Because I was stupid enough, naive enough to believe a bitch like you.”
“Trunks, you were so wonderful to me. I couldn’t just let you go.”
“But sooner or later, you knew I would go. And you had to make sure that you got every ounce of me before I did. You took every part of me, Nesa. And you crushed it. Do you know how much you’ve changed me? I have no compassion anymore. I have no heart anymore. I have no childhood anymore-You stole that from me! I was a child and you took it upon yourself to make me into a man. Well, are you proud of yourself? I’m a man. I’m a man of seventeen who‘s wife is a slut and who‘s child isn‘t his. I am a man who is so ashamed that he can‘t even look upon himself in the mirror! I am a man who prays to Kami every night to let him die!. Congratulations. You did a great job.”
She fell to her knees, her face buried into her thighs, “I’m sorry, Trunks. I didn’t mean to--”
“What the hell did you mean, Nesa?!” Uncontrollably he gripped her arm and pulled her roughly to her feet, “What did you mean, Nesa? What?” He stared into her agony filled eyes, tears dripping down her red cheeks. His anger stalled for a moment and his hand reached for her face, his fingers tracing down the side of her jaw, tucking her black hair behind her ear. He dropped his forehead upon hers and her hands quickly went to his own wet cheeks, holding them tight. “Did you mean any of it?”
“Yes, Trunks. I meant my vows.”
“I can’t believe you.” He whispered more tears following from his sky eyes.
“I know. I know. And I’m sorry. Trunks you just don’t understand. I had no one else to turn to. And you. You were like my knight in shining army. You cared for me when everyone else had turned me away. I didn’t want you to leave me too. You above everything else. I’ve lied, Trunks. I know. So many times, but I’m asking you--”
“Don’t, please don’t. Don’t ask me to forgive you. Don’t ask me for a another chance. I’ll give you everything you ask for but please. I don’t want to forgive you. Not yet. You hurt me so bad, Nesa. Let me be angry for now.“ She nodded in pain, her body shaking. His eyes shut and he whispered. “If you love me, Nesa. You need to do something for me.”
“Anything.”
“You need to let me have a second chance.” He pulled away now, just to look upon all of her features, her fingers slowly falling from his face in her confusion.
“Second chance? I don’t understand.”
“I want a second chance to live my life. Without you.”
“No, Trunks NO. I’m your wife, please.”
“Nesa. Do this for me. We can start anew. I can’t trust you again if I don’t know you. And this above all else had made me realize how little of you I actually do know. Give me my second chance before I can give you your third.”
“I don’t want to lose you.”
“You all ready have. And if you don’t let me go back to the way I was before. You’ll lose me forever. And you’ll have this man you see before you who despises everything you stand for.”
She dropped her head, her shoulders shaking, but his closeness is what kept her from falling to her knees. After several moments and a deep breath she looked up at him again. “So what does this mean?”
“We’re getting a divorce.” Her face crumbled before him but he kept stoic, swallowing all of his tears. “I will get you a house to live in free of charge. A maid to help with the baby. And it will be on capsule Corps. Grounds so that you are protected from the media and the assassins. But I don’t want to see you. I will come to you when I’m ready. And…” He paused wondering if he really wanted to hurt her. But the pause was only for a moment, “I will go out with other girls and you will go out with other guys--”
“I could never! How could you even…”
“I need to know if I really want to be with you for the rest of my life. I need to know that I didn’t marry you out of obligation.”
“Obligation?”
“You will contact my mom if you need anything. You will have no need to think of money ever again. That must make you at least a bit at ease.” He mumbled in bitterness before turning away from her.
“It doesn’t. I was never in this for the money! I was in it for you!”
Trunks stalled for a moment, remembering something. He stepped back up to her and before her eyes he slowly let the gold ring slid off his finger and held it out to her. Tears fell from both their eyes but Nesa’s face wasn’t in the least emotionless as Trunks‘. Her lip trembled and she was quick to cover her mouth with her hand holding back her sobs. “And you got me. You won. So take your trophy.”
“Trunks, I will do anything-”
“Then take it!” He snapped harshly. He sighed out his nose. “Take it. And let me live.”
Her shaking hand grasped his, her glistening eyes daringly gazing into his. “I love you. So I will hold onto this.” Trunks nodded and forced a small weak smile on his lips then turned on his heal and went to the balcony to blast off into the sky never witnessing his ex-mate falling to her knees in her sobs.
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The rumble of Vegeta’s chuckles caused a small smile on her lips and she snuggled deeper into him so her ear was right over his steady beating heart. Her fingers traced his muscle packed abs, feeling them flinch in his light laughter. A small content smile laid on her lips and for the life of her she couldn’t get rid of it. He had just been lying with her in bed for the past few hours. Not making any move to have sex, just lying there watching Everybody Loves Raymond.
Something had happened up on the mountain. Something life-altering, something relieving. He wouldn’t tell her anything but then he has only been home for two days. Yesterday wasn’t the best day but taking the day off was certainly required. And now tonight after working all day, she got to lie peacefully in his arms while he laughed at the most stupidest jokes.
His laughter. Gods it was music. So powerful, soft, erotic. His accent really kicked in. He even laughed like a prince. It was humorous to say the least but it was the most enjoyable sound besides that of her name upon his lips in the mists of passion. She closed her eyes when he chuckled deeply again causing her to shiver with delight at the gorgeous sound. He must have thought she was cold for the next thing she found was a blanket being pulled up over her shoulders.
She rested her chin on his peck to stare at him but he seemed too much into the show. She giggled to herself, “You know I also picked out who you could have if I were to die.” The storyline of the TV show that caused so much laughter from the Prince
He snapped his wide eyes down to her, humor lying in them. He smirked, “And who would that be, woman?”
“My mother.” His excitement just dropped and Bulma could do nothing but curl in a ball to ease the pain in her stomach from her laughter. Tears sprang to her eyes and she tried to do her best to stop since the glare that was burning in the top of her head was actually starting to hurt. “I’m kidding.” Bulma somehow chocked out, straightening herself against him, resting halfway upon him.
He seemed deeply relieved, “I would have killed myself, Onna.” He told her playfully, holding her closer. Gods it was so hard not to take her. His body craved her. A month without her had been nearly impossible and now with her here he could do nothing but lie next to her. But he would take what he could. Until she was ready to mate again he would not force her. He sensed her fear. He hadn’t been her mate for the past sixteen years for nothing you know.
Now controlled over her laughter, “Seriously. I picked Haddy, my tech specialist. You’ve met her. She has brownish, blondish hair, hazel eyes, 5”2’, double-d since I know how much you love breasts. She divorced, can’t have kids, and has a short fuse, but is very sweet. Thought she would do.”
Vegeta pondered for a moment, however knowing he would never touch another creature in his life if she were to die. “She’ll do. However I would need to explore my options.” He smirked catching the woman’s hand that tried to slap his chest.
“You want a harem? I could certainly afford one however the media might look at me weird.” She smiled, “I’m serious you know. If I were to die, that’s who I want you to spend the rest of your life with.”
Vegeta chuckled, wiggling himself down to be even with her, nipping her small nose, “Woman. No other female would ever be worthy of touching such a masterpiece.”
Bulma giggled and kissed him deeply, knowing the true meaning of her words. But she pulled away to whisper, “Do you have anyone picked out for me, if you were to leave me in death?”
“You will never be touched by any being ever woman. Even in death you are still mine, so do not even think of touching a male or my ghost will haunt you to your grave.” He rolled upon her, kissing down her neck and cheek.
“My prince. Has to have everything to himself.” She giggled feeling up upon his soft and smooth shoulders moaning while he suckled upon her scar. His fingers touched her sides finding the hem of her shirt and going inside, crawling on her skin that shivered at his heat. “Vegeta.” She whispered biting her lip when he cupped her breast, his thumb dashing over her hardening nipple. It had been so long since his touch was so soft and careful. No longer did she feel his hands shake or the pain when he was too rough and clumsy. She smiled knowing that he was better for the moment but that still did not take away her own pain. Bulma touched his shoulders, pushing against him but it had no effect as always, “Vegeta, stop please. I’m sorry.” She whispered but he was ignorant of her words, hefting her shirt over her bare chest and burying his face against them, licking and nipping at her harden mound. “Vegeta stop I can’t.” She groaned against him, her nails digging into his skin, “Vegeta stop it.” She wiggled away from him her hand going down to his own wanting to pry them from her sides but instead he took hold of them and pinned her wrists above her head with only one palm while the other weighted the neglected breast. He groaned around her mound, grounding his hips into her, letting her feeling his arousal through the clothe of his boxers. “Vegeta, enough.” She snapped in order, “Stop it.” Bulma yanked at her arms, struggling her body from him, crying when her movements caused him to accident slip his sharp fang across her breast.
“Damn it, woman.” He growled, whipping his body from her, refusing to meet her eyes. Bulma pressed the blanket to her bloody breast watching him sit with his head held in his hands, panting heavily. Sweat covered his back dripping down into the slits that were his scars.
She had played with him. Bulma knew it had been her fault. She had teased him. However she thought she was ready to be with him again. But her conscious and fear of getting pregnant again washed away her courage. She sighed, holding the blanket around her while crawling over to where he sat. “I’m sor--” When she touched his shoulder he violently pulled away quickly grabbing his spandex shorts from a drawl and after ripping his boxers off, put them on hastily all the while ignoring his mate’s sorrowful gaze.
Swinging the doors open he stalled then however still not looking in her direction. “It is not your fault, woman.” He stated roughly before slamming the balcony doors, the glass shattering, the doorframe splitting and flying off. Bulma laid back against the bed, confused and upset and feeling terribly alone.