Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fire and Ice ❯ In Heat: hidden lemon ( Chapter 17 )

AN: Here we go! I suggest you chew some gum or something. You might bite your tongue by accident ;) Will this be the full blown lemon? Or will I be a mean little girl and leave you hanging?? We'll see! Everyone has to read Jadedbest's fic "My friend"! It always makes my day! You better review her, `cause then she might not update, and I'd have to kill you for that. OH! And I know that I'm probably late or whatever, since I haven't been back that long, but Darke Angelus has the sequel to "From Bad to Worse" out and let me tell you something - it is one of the best damn fics I have ever read. That's sheer talent for you. Sigh. Y'all are why I love Mediaminer. I had a brief stint at Fanfiction.net, but this place is home! This is dedicated to the true v/b fans, my reviewers, and all my fave authors. In the lemon, you can see that V and B are starting to revert back to their own personalities slowly but surely.

Disclaimer: I don't own any DBZ, but man I wish I did! Boy, Bulma is quite the dominatrix!

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Like a moth to a flame, burned by the fire

My love is blind, can't you see my desire?

Bulma allowed the moonlight to caress her naked form. Her lips were parched, and her eyes were ablaze with such raw passion, it took all of Vegeta's willpower to sit still. Her hips swayed with a delicate yet sexual rhythm, suggesting things that she could make happen. Her paleness only highlighted her body's perfection, and it seemed as if nature was on her side, the wind gently sweeping her waist length hair off the sides of her face, making her appear like a nymph or a siren from a surreal ocean playground.

She came closer and closer, every step she took increased his desire to throw her to the ground and take her right there, but there was something different about her that night. Alluringly intoxicating, womanly, but at the same time incredibly feral. Reaching him, she lowered herself to the ground softly, crouching like a beautiful animal, on her hands and knees.

Vegeta, she murmured, her eyes boring into his. Vegeta, Vegeta, Vegeta.

Vegeta, wake up.

At this command, the Prince awoke with a start. He shook his head and looked around, irritated. Why did I have to wake up, he cursed silently, rubbing his aching temples. The throbbing pain in his groin didn't help much either. Shit, he thought, I need a cold shower.

Come to me.

His heart skidded to a stop, and he was suddenly alert, his ki flaring up, ready to face an intruder.

I'm no stranger. Come now. I know you want to play.

That voice! It was coming from his mind, but it seemed to reverberate against the walls of his sleeping quarters, its husky sound dripping into his ear like honey. Bulma. What are you doing here, woman, he thought. He knew that he would pretend not to see her, because of the fight they had that afternoon. Even if she knew it was her fault she wasn't coming to apologize. Or was she?

~ What do you want, woman? If you're looking for an apology from me you might as well get out of here right now because I'm not saying what you want me to say, wench. It's my training program and I'll fix it as I damn well please. If you have any problems with that, I suggest you take them elsewhere.~

The voice laughed at him, a deep throaty laugh. He knew what she was there for, but he wouldn't give in. For his pride's sake, he wouldn't be easy. At least, he would try not to be. The woman had her ways.

Slipping into the moist inside gardens, Vegeta instantly felt his skin soften because of the humid atmosphere, the warmth enveloping him. He had never bothered to look inside these gardens, and he never usually slept inside the gravity chamber either. But nowadays, he felt as if he needed to stay away from Bulma. She was getting so hard to avoid because she was all he could think of. He couldn't train properly anymore, and the sight of her just made him want to tackle her. To give in to all our impulses is weak, he thought bitterly, trying to focus on his one goal.

~ Baka, what are you doing in the garden? Whatever it is that you came to accuse me of doing, it can wait till tomorrow. Go away.~ he said aloud, seeking her out amidst the steam. His mind was stubbornly trying to push her away, but his body cried out its need to touch her, to crush her weightlessness against his hard chest. And for some reason, he felt drawn to her small ki. It was as if it would disappear completely the farther he went from her. There was no point in denying it anymore, he craved her. These strange moods he had been going through were a result his body's deprivation to be near hers. The Saiyan bond, he thought, half annoyed, half intrigued.

Suddenly, he felt small, warm hands caress his back, and piercing nails dig into his shoulder blades. Without turning around, he grabbed Bulma's wrists, and squeezed them tightly. Pulling her roughly to face him, he saw that she was slick with the humidity, her underwear clinging to her like second skin. The look in her eyes almost made him lose control.

~ You are not yourself woman, now go away before you do something you regret.~ he growled forcefully.

She lowered her eyes to the ground, like a lioness contemplating whether to take the kill or not. But when she looked back at him, he sensed something different, something more familiar.

~ We are bonded, Vegeta.~

That caught him completely off guard. How would she know anything about his culture? Maybe that wench wife of Kakkarot's had shared this bit of information with her. But still, he was surprised.

~ And how do you know this?~ he said quietly, trying to sound menacing.

~ I can read your thoughts.~

Damn it, he thought, studying her closely. The woman was in heat. It seemed that the bond had given her most of the Saiyan traits, except for the physical ones. Her bold aggressiveness definitely aroused him.

She moved in closer, pressing herself against his bare chest. Taking his head in her hands, she sought out his lips. Instead of the hungry, passionate kiss he was expecting, she gave him a soft, slow one.

This woman was the most confusing woman out of her entire species.

~ Vegeta, I may be in a tangle of raging hormone imbalances, but I would only do something if I wanted to. And I think I'm grown up enough to make decisions on whether you're right for me.~

~ Is that so, little one?~ he murmured, wrapping his arms around her small waist.

~ Vegeta ~ she said, her eyes flashing ~ You don't know what you're dealing with.~

The two looked into each other's eyes for a very long time. Azure and Onyx delving into each other.

~ If that's what you think woman…show me.~