Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ For Eternity ❯ Seeing Your Again ( Chapter 3 )

Author's Note: I'm back!!! ::hides behind a chair seeing ppl throw paper at her:: I know it's been awhile, but I was busy with my other fic!!! And besides I sort of lost my mood for this fic for awhile, but I think I like it so far. So don't worry, I'm really back this time! Haha. Well, this chapter contains lemon so you have been warned.

[To my reviewers]

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WARNING!!!!!This chapter will contain adult content in here ( NC-17) so if you don't want to read this version go to fanfiction. net for the non-lemon one. If you want to lemon verision go to mediaminer. org or fosff. net

Chapter 2

"They're humans, onna. Don't forget that." Vegeta replied, crossing his arms over his chest as he stopped in their room after closing the door. Not even one hour and they had gotten into another argument, but he couldn't help but smile inwardly. "They're weak, stupid, and are a waste of space."

"I was once-" Bulma turned to Vegeta but got cut off.

"YOU'RE different," Vegeta blurted out before he even realized what he was saying. He fought the urge to turn away, and looked out the balcony as he held her endless blue eyes. "You aren't one of them, Bulma. You never were."

Bulma looked at him, her blue eyes looking through his very soul; silky blue locks curled into ringlets, soft skin glowing as the moonlight touched her, her short red dress clung to her like a second skin showing off her curvy body.

`And she was his…' He smirked inwardly as that thought crossed his mind. She belongs to him.

"Yes, yes I was." She said back. "My mother wasn't a vampire when I was conceived, so technically, I was a human once."

He fought the urge to suddenly roll his eyes, here we go again, he thought. "Technically, you weren't. Your father was a vampire so that makes you a vampire from the very beginning. A half breed, but still a vampire."

Bulma opened her mouth to reply, but no words came out. For the life of her she couldn't think of a reply and Vegeta smirked triumphantly at her, as she glared at him.

"That has nothing do to with the fact that you almost killed that man!" Bulma said crossing her arms.

"Why is it that you're so obsessed with this anyway?" Vegeta rumbled uncrossing his arms and stepping up to her. "They do it too, they kill each other too, onna. They kill animals and we kill them; survival of the fittest."

He stepped up to her, taking in her scent. Vegeta let is black cap fall to the floor as he crushed Bulma to him; molding every detail of her soft body to his hard one.

Bulma gasped at the contact, laying her hand on his powerful chest to steady herself. She looked up into his pitch-black orbs, the ones she had secretly longed to drown in once again.

"Two centuries…" Vegeta rumbled against the base of her throat, as his hands started to explore her body causing her to shiver and wrap her arms around his neck. "Why did you leave me, onna?" Vegeta's voice was both tinted with anger and despair, as he started kissing up her shoulder to her neck.

"Vegeta…" Bulma moaned. She didn't know how to answer; she couldn't answer with his hands and mouth touching her that way. Bulma moaned again, feeling them fall onto their gigantic bed, every curve of her body pressed against his heated one, his sensuous lips nipping at her neck. She couldn't help but rub herself up against him, feeling how hard he already was.

Bulma rolled her head back when she felt his hands travel underneath her skirt, running up against her inner thigh. She impatiently tugged off his black wife-beater and reached up to touch his well-toned, tanned chest down to the ridged muscles of his belly.

Vegeta growled at the sensations she invoked in him. He slid his finger under her silk panty, inwardly smirking when he felt how wet she was already. Without a second thought, he slipped two fingers inside her jewel pumping them in and out of her as she moaned his name and moved her hips in rhythm.

"Oh god, Vegeta…." Just as she was going to climax, he pulled out causing her to whimper and moan in protest. In one signal gesture, he ripped her dress off. Her chest heaving breathlessly, beautiful white skin, blue silky locks thrown back carelessly. He felt himself harden even more to a painful point at the sight of her face; her plump red lips rolling his name out perfectly, her cheeks flushed with heat at what he had been doing to her, and her eyes turned to him enflamed with desire and passion.

Both growling and groaning, quickly abandoning his pants, he gently tugged her head back, positioning himself at the juncture of her legs, feeling her hot, wet, and ready for him. He gretted his teeth, stifling at groan as she arched her body up, urging him inside her in one powerful thrust.

"OH VEGETA…" Bulma cried out, feeling him moved inside her, taking her fast and hard. He lowered his head muffling her moans with his lips against hers, feeling her legs wrap around his waist. He closed his eyes, as the intoxicating pleasure filled his every being, driving him out of control; just as it always had. She was like a drug to him, the more he had the more he wanted-needed.

He quickened his pace against her, shivering as her nails dug into his back and her hips thrusting up to meet his every time. His hands slid down her thigh to grasp her bottom, holding her tightly against him as he moved deeper and deeper within her. God, she felt so incredible. He thought before his last drop of sanity left him; his climax reaching to the pinnacle point. He groaned loudly, as Bulma cried his name, her climax overtaking her. Even after his own climax her name still repeated over and over again in his mind.

Completely shaken by their lovemaking, he laid gently on top of her; their naked bodies pressed together. He rested his head between her shoulder and neck, feeling her figures that were still shaking stroke his back as they cease their panting.

He pulled his head back, lovingly pushing the wet, blue trestles out of her tinted red cheeks. Her vivid blue eyes looked back up at him, studying his face just as his intense eyes watched and observes every breath and movement she made. Slowly, he reached down to capture her soft, pouty lips into his own, going deeper when she opened for him. He pulled back, softly rolling her on top of him. Her silky hair tickling his neck, as her soft breath fanned his chest, already he was overcome by the urge of taking her again. He would never have his fill of her that he knew.

"You left all this behind when you left me." Vegeta said softly, letting his fingers weave into her blue locks. He looked down only to find her fast asleep within the safely of his arms.

Bulma had left him for the stupidest reason known to the universe. Vegeta tightened his hold on her, silently vowing to never let her go again.

>>>>FLASHBACK>>>>>

"Stop it, Vegeta!" Blue eyes turned to him, and focused solely on to him. The fire and passion in her eyes was enough to drive any man mad. He had to control himself from shaking with desire.

"You could've killed him! What were you thinking?" She yelled at him, stepping closer to him. He could smell her scent, that particular scent that only she had, an aroma that always made him shake with uncontrollable desire.

"Do you have feelings for him?" Vegeta snarled, and throwing the already unconscious man to the ground carelessly.

Bulma's blue eyes flashed dangerously at such a question. She had already given herself to him body, mind and soul and he dared to ask her a foolish question? In her anger, she blindly struck him; slapping him across his face with so much force that it made the vampire prince's head turn at the impact.

"You're a fool Vegeta." Bulma whispered. There was a flash of hurt and betrayal in her teary blue eyes as she quickly turned and flew off into the night sky.

Vegeta watched her fly off. Anger, jealously, and hurt was all there. He was tempted to go after her but his pride stopped him, making him turn his head away. He'd talk to her later….

But later…as it turned out she was gone. Not within the safe walls of his mansion, not within the state.

>>>>>END OF FLASHBACK>>>>>>>>>

He jotted out of his thoughts when his sensitive ears heard the door open. Quickly covering Bulma and his naked forms with his black silk bed-sheet, he turned too glared at the intruder.

"Radditz." Vegeta snarled out his name. That's right, Radditz left with Bulma all these years without his permission. `Looks like I'll have to be giving him a lesson about not touching what belongs to me.' Vegeta smirked inwardly at the thought.

Vegeta's eyes narrowed, seeing Radditz take in the scene; at Bulma's naked sleeping form against his own naked one.

"Vegeta-ouji, the meeting is about to begin. Vegeta-Ou wants both you and Bulma to attend." Radditz said, crossing his arms over is chest and bowed. Looking down the whole time, not able to stomach the scene before him. No matter what he had done over the past two centuries, Bulma would never love him…she only wanted Vegeta.

"Get out." Vegeta growled harshly to Radditz, but also softly as not to awake Bulma.

Radditz nodded, quickly closing the door behind him. What he would give to be in the place Vegeta was in right now. To have Bulma's form pressed against his…He shook out of his thoughts. `Stop thinking the impossible!' He told himself harshly. `She will never be yours.'

Vegeta chuckled feeling Bulma's arm tighten around his neck as she snuggled closer to him still tired and fast asleep from their activity.

"Onna…" Vegeta whispered against her ear, only to get a mumble from her. "What was that?" He asked curiously, leaning just inches away from her as he ran a hand down her thigh.

"I love you….Vegeta." Bulma mumbled clearer, unconsciously. Vegeta stiffened not used to hearing these words after so long. But his eyes softened as he ran his hand gently over her soft features.

"Onna, wake up…" Vegeta said, shaking her gently. She finally opened her eyes and smiled softly seeing Vegeta's black eyes look down at her.

Bulma couldn't help but shudder at the feeling of his skin against hers; he was so close she could feel his breath fanning her cheek. She smirked wickedly at grind up against him, causing him to harden even more.

"Lusty wrench." Vegeta growled, before crushing her lips to his. Just as he was about to take her again the door opened.

Bulma and Vegeta turned towards the door to find a woman with dark skin, dark purple hair, and violet eyes standing at the door way.

Bulma got up, enjoying the shocked look she got from the other woman as she proceed to the mirror to comb her hair, clad in only the silk red robe.

"Abigail." Bulma said coolly, glancing at her most hated rival. Abigail was turned vampire, meaning she was once human. Abigail was about a year or two older then herself, but definitely not stronger.

For years and on end, Abigail had been trying to get Vegeta, Abigail even tried to tempt Vegeta into sleeping with her but Vegeta wasn't one to be easily swayed by earthly pleasures, so he hadn't even been interested in her.

"Bulma." Abigail replied, stressing her name clearly with loath. She turned to the half naked dark prince that sat on his bed with an emotionless face and eyes. "Vegeta-ouji, the meeting will start soon. The Ou wants you and Bulma to attend." She said, using the same tone she had at Bulma's name as she did before.

"Get out." Vegeta coldly dismissed her, not even looking at Abigail.

"Yes, my prince." Abigail clenched her fist in anger as she looked at the dispassionate prince and Bulma who sat at the mirror combing her blue locks. "Bulma." Abigail said, before leaving.

"Abigail." Bulma said monotonously, watching Abigail leave. "What a bitch." Bulma muttered when Abigail closed the door.

Vegeta raised an amused eyebrow as he got up to dress. Bulma pouted, turned to glare at his back suspiciously as a thought came across her head.

"Did you sleep with her?" Bulma asked suddenly, not even sure if she said it out loud or not. She watched Vegeta's eyes, but saw nothing in them as he walked towards her.

"What do you think?" He asked, looking into her eyes.

Bulma looked away, not able to meet his eyes which angered him. He quickly slammed his fist down on the dressing table, and used the other hand to lift her face up to meet his intense eyes.

"What do you think?" He snarled his eyes cold. He clenched his fist, angered that she would think that he had no control over himself.

"Yes, no, I don't know." Bulma yelled back, pushing away from him. But before she could take a step further Vegeta whirled her around and pinned her to the wall with his body.

She knew she had no chance fighting against him but not wanting to appear weak she glared back up at him, even though she was tempted to run and hide. His eyes held a look of murder in them, his body shaking to control himself from his anger.

"Did you fuck Radditz?" Vegeta snarled out, a look of rage on his face as if she did.

"No!" She exclaimed unbelievably. "I can't believe you would think that!"

"Then here's your answer to your question." Vegeta said, harshly pushing away from her. Leaving her near the wall. Hurt, she got up and quickly dressed, slamming the door behind her.

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