Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Free My Soul ❯ Chapter Five ( Chapter 5 )

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Free My Soul

Chapter Five

Tendrils of lightning flickered across her teeth and trickled down her throat, electrifying every cell in her body. Vegeta had her perched up on the small, round table, her long legs wrapped around his hips. She tried to think, tried to remember why she was here, but all she could think about was how perfectly his mouth fit over hers. He was doing something to her she had never felt before. Sparks of his blue ki swirled around her, tingling her nerves until she felt every sensation, every touch simultaneously, until she thought she would be overwhelmed.

And that was just his first kiss.

He pressed her further back, knocking the gold bowl to the floor with a loud clang. Purple fruit rolled across the cold floor, and one nestled at her side. She felt his fingers sliding along the edge of her kakis, seeking the fastening. She dropped her head back against the wall as he licked his way over her jaw and down her throat. She could hear lightning crackling in the air, and she strained her ears for the crash of thunder she thought for sure would follow.

He tugged her pants until he bared her smooth hip, leaving her pink cotton panties in place. For a moment she thought to protest. She was here for a reason. She had a goal to achieve. But his mouth was at the swell of her breast, and she couldn't seem to remember how to breathe.

The cold metal room heated up, making her clothes feel tight and hot. She arched against Vegeta's mouth, and she was rewarded with a shock of electricity that teased her nipples until they were hard and aching. She jerked hard, her legs kicking against him as she tried to get closer to the intense sensation.

He dragged on her tank top, sliding the loose cotton over her stomach. She panicked for a moment, spreading her hand over the soft swell so he couldn't see how shapeless she looked now. Her self-consciousness wasn't allowed as he yanked her arms up so he could sweep the shirt over her head and toss it to the floor. Her breasts were bare, her only bra having shredded apart months ago. He leaned into her hard, and for a brief moment logic return and she braced her hands against his rock-hard chest. He loomed above her, breathing rushed, his ribs brushing against her thighs as he stared down at her with unfathomable eyes.

She could feel the heat of his skin on her palms. She could feel his renewed warmth straight through his pants and hers, burning her inner thighs. A piece of him was returning, and it had everything to do with her and no one else. She relented without realizing it, her wrists weakening against the press of his weight. It was all the permission Vegeta needed, he returned to his ravishment of her with a single-mindedness that was more than a little frightening.

He yanked hard on her kakis, but they were tight, and he hadn't lowered the zipper all the way. They clung stubbornly to her lower thighs. He frowned as if the she was intentionally trying to thwart him. His brows veeing in a way that made her want to laugh for the sheer joy of it. She smirked up at him, her eyes light with amusement. He growled, cradling her breasts in his palms, his thumbs slicking over her cherry nipples. Suddenly blue light pulsed behind her eyes, and the room light up with fireworks that started in her nipples and traveled lightning fast to the very tip of her clit.

“Bastard.”

She heard him chuckle somewhere in the blinding light, then his tongue was dipping into her belly button. She writhed against him, trying to buck him off, struggling to pull him closer.

“Now,” he growled. She thought he might have been asking for her consent, but it was too late because he was flipping her over until her belly was flat on the table and her booted feet were planted on the floor.

He licked his way down her spine, tiny sparks flicking over every delicate bump. She jerked and writhed against him, pressing her bottom back into his hard erection straining against his pants. He lathered the dimples just above the curve of her hips before latching onto her pale pink panties with his teeth. He pulled them down just past her ass. Just far even so he could see her in every glorious detail.

She felt his breath against her, and she stilled like prey in the shadow of a predator. The room was silent, not even lightning was in the air, and she could hear him breathing behind her. She wrapped her fingers around the edge of the table, pressing herself as flat as she could, bracing for what was to come.

He wrapped his large hands around the backs of her thighs, until she could feel his thumbs just outside her entrance. He leaned forward, not touching, not kissing or licking, just waiting. And right when she was about to scream what a bastard he was, she heard a crackle in the air. She felt a tiny zap at her very center that made her eyes roll back in her head, and she finally did scream as it electrified her entire body. She felt wholly alive and vibrant. She came violently. Every fantasy she had in the last twelve months swept away by the fabulousness of reality. She pressed against him, wordlessly begging for more, praising him inarticulately when he gave it to her.

His tongue was replaced with the hard thick, length of him. Driving into her before her last orgasm subsided, building another frenzy inside her. She couldn't remember the last time she felt so good. So perfect. Pleasure whipping around inside her, and as she arched her head back she could see the closed door that hid the Dragon Balls. Blue light faded the edges of her vision, and she moan and cried as he thrust into her.

At that moment she knew without a doubt certain truths. Vegeta was the only man in the universe who could give this to her. He was a bastard. Cold-hearted and cruel. But she had seen sides of him that no one else ever had. His intelligence. His generosity. His ability for mercy. But no matter how jumbled it got inside her. How her pleasure rolled around with disgust until they became one in the same. She knew without a doubt, she fucking loved this man. Even if it broke her heart to do so.

Her world exploded around her in a frenzy of pulsing light, and all she could think was that when she came back down to reality that Vegeta would be there waiting for her.

 

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Lyedra moved silently through the darkened corridors of Cooler's ship. She was still stewing over the sudden appearance of the beautiful foreigner, but she didn't allow it to distract her from her currant mission. She took satisfaction in the knowledge the woman would be locked away for the entire evening. Perhaps if she felt a sliver of mercy at daybreak, Lyedra would set her free.

Lyedra swept through the halls, her bare feet soundless on the metal floor. She made her way to the bowels of the ship, pausing at a crossway to lick the air with her delicate pink tongue before abruptly turning left.

Rushing feet clattered behind her, and she pressed her back against the steel wall. In the narrow corridor there was nowhere to hide. Lyedra breathed deep in through her mouth, exhaling slowly through her nose. As the air left her body so did her color. It faded from her face, then her skin and hair until she was as translucent as the purest water from a mountain spring. Slowly silver crept into her hair, and flushed her skin until there was no shadow between her and the metal wall she was pressed against.

A harried messenger rushed by her, his purple skin flushed fuchsia. Quick and silent she pulled away from the wall, following on the messenger's heels. So close was she to him that when he entered the last room at the end of the hall, she slipped in before the automatic door could slide shut, and lock her out.

She tucked herself away into a corner. She was too far away to hear what the messenger whispered into Cooler's ear, but there was no way she could miss the tiny Namekian boy dressed in the white disciple robes of the powerful and wise Guru, the leader of the Nameks.

The boy was crying thick blue tears and bleeding green blood from his mouth. When he opened his mouth, more green blood spilled out, along with all the secrets his master ever shared with him.

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“I miss strawberries.” Bulma traced wistful patterns on Vegeta's naked chest as she spoke.

“What?” His chest expanded, and Bulma rose with it. He had one hand propped beneath his head as he stared up at the bare ceiling. His other hand was tangled in Bulma short cropped hair, as he absently massaged the base of her skull.

“They are a type of fruit.”

“Oh.”

“Sex like that is deserving of strawberries and champagne.” She moaned a little, deep in her throat.

They were naked now, legs tangled up in the sheets of the bed, but minutes earlier, she had been pinned to the wall, her toes inches off the ground as Vegeta held her spread eagle by his ki alone to feast on her as he desired. It was the kind of sex that even fantasy couldn't be compared too. As they explored every inch of each other, reacquainted themselves to their pleasure spots, but Bulma couldn't get the endless mantra out of her head, her voice chanting how much she loved him. She almost blurted it out a couple of times, but only emotional self preservation kept her silent.

“Sounds enjoyable.”

Vegeta was watching her now, his eyes tracing over her features as if trying to memorize them. The lines around his firm mouth had disappeared and the coldness in his eyes was replaced with blanked fire. It was an opportunity that Bulma couldn't pass up.

“Very. Help me wish back my world and I'll show you.”

Disappointment flickered across Vegeta's face, and Bulma felt a stab of pain through her chest. Abruptly he reared up, spilling her off of him as he stood up beside the bed. The black comforter tangled around his leg as he tried to walk away. Bulma grabbed it to keep it from going and leaving her exposed.

“I've already told you, what you ask for is impossible.” He swept his hand through his hair, and Bulma watched the dance of his muscles on his back. He fished around the floor for his pants, finally finding them tossed behind the chair in the corner.

“It's a magical wish. Nothing is impossible.” She sat up as she spoke, tucking the blanket across her chest like armor.

“It's impetuous and irresponsible,” he spat, still refusing to look at her.

Frustrated, Bulma slammed her fist soundlessly against the mattress. “How can wanting your home back be irresponsible?”

He spun to face her, towering over the foot of the bed, his voice scathing. “Have you thought what would happen to Earth once you wish it back? It's sudden reappearance would only draw the eyes of the Colds.”

“Who?”

“Frieza's powerful family.” He turned away, hunting for a shirt in the tangled mess of their clothes on the floor.

“Goku will protect us.”

Vegeta stilled beneath her words, even the muscles of his back froze. Very slowly he turned to face her, the darkness in his eyes bleeding back.

“Is that so? Where is your precious Kakarott now?”

She dropped her eyes away, and picked at the blanket. She wouldn't admit but she was hurt beyond words at Goku defection when she needed him the most. It seemed to her that men were good at only one thing. Leaving. Eventually everyone left. But she couldn't focus on that now. She had other responsibilities.

The door chimed, and the hot weight of Vegeta's gaze left her. Unconcerned about their state of undress he keyed the panel. The door slid open fully revealing the room. Lyedra stood on the other side, her pale skin flushed a becoming shade of pink, her tank top and ass-hugging shorts were barely decent.

“Milord,” she started in a rush before catching sight of Bulma lounging decadently in Vegeta's bed.

Green eyes collided with blue. The curve of Bulma's perfect lips stretched into a Cheshire smile as she stroked her hand against the sheets. Amused, she watched fury grow in the other woman until it pouring out her brackish waves.

“This better be important,” Vegeta barked, unmindful of the women's silent war or perhaps just uncaring.

Lyedra's eyes snapped back to her commander, before trailing down his naked chest and stopping at his half-done pants. She looked back up at him, her face hardening into a mask of intense disgust.

“It's nothing that can't wait. I didn't realize you were engaged.”

“What of it?”

“Nothing, Milord. I will await your orders when you are ready.” With that she spun on her naked heel and marched away with her head held high.

Vegeta turned away, the door sliding shut behind him.

“That woman wants me dead.”

“Who, Lyedra?”

“Who else?” Bulma arched a brow at him. The anger in the room had fallen to a simmer. It could be easily reignited or it could be smoothed over into a different kind of heat entirely.

“She does nothing without my consent.”

“So you say.”

“I do say.”

He stood over her, shirtless and authoritative. It would be so easy to coax him back into bed with her. So easy to forget her responsibilities and let him take over. Let him lead her. Care for her. Let him make the most monumental decision in her life. It wouldn't even be a bad life with him. She would be a queen. An Empress even. She would have everything she could ever want. All she had to do was say yes to a murderer. All she had to do was give up everything. Her home, her family, her friends. All she had to do was smile and draw him in.

The closed door caught her attention. Behind it were five golden balls of magic. Two balls short of salvation.

“Did she do as you said when you told her to throw the children into the fire?” Bulma swallowed as she spoke. She wanted to stare at the patch of black blanket between her thighs until it caught on fire, but she forced herself to raise her chin so she could look him in the eye.

He stared back at her, his eyes completely black.

“What are you talking about, Bulma?”

“At the village. I was there. I heard you issue the order. How many did you burn alive before they gave you what you wanted? How many children screamed until someone broke?”

Vegeta stared at her steadily, his eyes never wavering from hers.

“None.”

She dropped her eyes, unable to look at him if he was lying. He leaned in, bracing one hand on the bed as he whispered into her ear, his voice snake-cold.

“But don't think I haven't killed children in the past. I have. Many times. And if I have too, I'll kill even more.”

Bulma choked on the bile that was clawing at her throat. Unchecked tears were streaming down her face and falling from the point of her chin into her lap. This man may make a great ruler, an excellent warlord, but he could never be a father.

“Why? Why would you do something like that? To babies. To children.”

He moved away, and she finally took a breath. He found his shirt, peeking from beneath the bed. Silently he pulled it on, not bothering to look at her.

“It's a mercy.”

“A mercy?” she gasped, her wet eyes darting up to watch him.

“Yes.” He turned fast, pinning her down with his cold eyes. “Look at me Bulma. Look at what I am. I grew up in Frieza's army. A child-soldier who followed every brutal order issued. Any child who survives a purge, a brush with this empire, will become what I am. Every child I kill is a soul I save.”

She couldn't breathe beneath the weight of his look. She swallowed, unable to find words. His upper lip curled up over his sharp canines, slathering her with his disgust, before he spun on his heel. Without a backward glance he stalked from the room, leaving Bulma alone with her tears, and the dragon balls.