Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Friends ❯ 20 - Revelations ( Chapter 20 )

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Friends - an AU Vegebul Highschool Fanfic by LadyVegeets

Ch.20 - Revelations

Vegeta still wasn't speaking to her when they got home. He slammed the door behind them a little too loudly, clearly still riled from his interaction with Zarbon. He let her hand go and grabbed his cell phone, pulling up a number and dialed, bringing the phone to his ear as he headed upstairs. Bulma followed silently after him.

Bulma heard Vegeta inquire after Lieutenant General Saiyan. A few minutes later he acknowledged someone on the line, listening to what they had to say. The conversation was brief, terse. By the time they reached Vegeta's room, the call was already over.

“Is everything okay?” Bulma asked uncertainly.

Vegeta sighed as he put his phone away, running a hand through his hair, looking less agitated. “Yeah. Just checking on my father.”

“Is he okay?” she asked before she could stop herself from prying.

Vegeta glanced at her from the corner of his eye before he entered his room. He left his door open and Bulma took that as an invitation to follow. Vegeta sat down on his bed and then flopped back, laying on his back. He threw an arm over his eyes as if to block out all the world along with his vision. “Yeah. He's busy, but fine. I thought… I thought Zarbon might have been threatening me about my old man.”

Bulma felt her heart clutch in fear. “He can do that?”

Vegeta huffed. “He can't, but Frieza could.”

“Who is this Frieza?” Bulma asked, gingerly sitting down on the bed next to Vegeta. She was surprised Vegeta was being so open with her. Even as she asked him for more details, she waited for the inevitable backlash to come where he'd snap at her to mind her own business and clam up.

But Vegeta answered her from under his arm. “Frieza runs the Icejin. His father is technically the leader, but Frieza calls most of the shots nowadays.” Vegeta's hand fisted, trembling with tension. “I'd give anything for the chance to shoot him in his goddamn face.”

Bulma eyed Vegeta laying on his bed, his body tight with anger, and her heart quickened with fear. “That's a little extreme,” she said softly, the mention of murder frightening her, especially when she could hear in his tone how serious Vegeta was being.

“Tch. If you knew what they did…”

Bulma hesitated to ask her next question. She tried to gauge Vegeta's mood. She couldn't see his face from under his out-flung arm, but his body had relaxed again, his hand now hanging limply. She decided she had to try. “Why don't you tell me what they did?”

She watched his chest slowly rise and fall, waiting as agonizing seconds ticked by.

“What's there to tell?” He finally said, his voice flat. “You know most of it, don't you, or have figured it out. I know you're not an idiot.”

Bulma swallowed nervously. “Well, I could guess, but I'd rather hear the truth from you.”

Vegeta sighed, sounding agitated, but he answered her. “You know Zarbon. He's an Icejin. Pretty high up in the food chain actually. That house we were at belongs to the gang, to Frieza's dad, General Cold, one of many he uses. I was living there under Freiza's `good will', so they could keep an eye on me and keep my father in line. So you could say I was a hostage of sorts.” He paused, breathing through his nose, steeling himself, then continued. “They beat me. Starved me. If that didn't get the results they wanted, they'd punish me by punishing my father. They also had me run jobs that you wouldn't put down on a respectable resume, but their favorite past time was using me as punching bag for `training'. I could fight back just enough to be amusing, but not well enough that they couldn't overpower me. Bastards.”

Bulma listened, speechless. She didn't know what to say. What could she say? She only knew about high school, lab experiments and department stores, she knew nothing about home abuse and gang life. They were from two very different worlds. With nothing else to offer, Bulma lay down by Vegeta's side, placing her hand on his chest to give reassurance. She thought about all the times she'd seen Vegeta beaten, or the times Vegeta had eaten her food as if he'd been starving, because he literally has been, and it was all thanks to the Icejin. Another memory came back to her. “So that paper bag you had, on the roof at school. That wasn't your lunch you'd brought from home?”

“It was,” Vegeta replied sourly. “If you consider drugs `lunch'. Zarbon gave it to me. I still don't know if he meant it as a sick joke, or if he wanted me to sell them and use the money to buy lunch for myself. Either way I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of doing either. I flushed them down the toilet, and when he found out he nearly drowned me.”

Bulma was filled with an emotion she couldn't describe, torn between wanting to cry and wanting to hit something in disgust. “That's sick.”

“You don't say,” Vegeta agreed wryly. “But lucky for me, this really annoying blue-haired chick started bringing me lunch.”

Bulma's mouth turned up into a sad smile. She ran her hand over Vegeta's chest in soothing little circles, comforting herself as much as him with the gesture. “…Your father can't help you?” she asked, her voice soft, not wanting to ask touchy questions, but she also wanted to learn the extent of his situation, seeing as Vegeta was in the rare mood to indulge her with answers.

Vegeta grunted. “He tries. I know he sent me money while I was at Zarbon's, but I rarely saw any of it. Not that I can tell my old man that, he'd be too disappointed to find out how little what he does matters. My father's as much their prisoner as I am, and I know he blames himself for that, for not being able to protect me more. That's probably why he agreed to let me live here, even knowing it would create a shit storm.”

Bulma stiffened. “It did?” she asked, feeling alarmed.

Vegeta nodded under his arm. “Yeah, they've kept my father so busy I've barely been able to speak to him, let alone see him. Still, as far as punishments go, it's pretty mild.”

Bulma stared at Vegeta's side, processing all he was telling her. She felt a heavy shame weigh down on her; due to her meddling she'd only made things worse for Vegeta and his father. Worse, she'd never even given it much thought that Vegeta hadn't seen his father since moving into her house, had probably been worried about his father, while she'd only been absorbed with her own selfish problems. “I'm sorry,” she said, her voice soft and laden with guilt.

Vegeta heard her tone. He removed his arm from his face and looked down at her. His expression was serious, but not unkind. He looked at her thoughtfully, and something hard and tense about him eased. He turned on his side to face her and wrapped his arm around her tiny waist, pulling her in close. He felt warm and strong, and being held against him was instantly Bulma's favorite place to be. “Don't be. I know I was pissed back then, but I was worried about my dad, about you. But moving here has been…” he trailed off, frowning, struggling with the words he wanted to say.

Bulma gave him a lopsided smile. “The best thing that's ever happened to you?” she asked hopefully, half joking, trying to lighten the mood.

Vegeta raised his hand and pushed her hair back behind her ear. “Yeah,” he agreed simply, his expression candid.

Bulma felt her throat tighten, caught off guard by his warm gesture and honesty. She didn't know how to respond, but thankfully she didn't have to. Vegeta leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. She eased against him as his warm lips caressed her own, her eyes closing, succumbing to his feather light touch. His kisses were achingly sweet and tender, and each time he moved his mouth against hers she felt herself give in to him just a little more, felt her heart swell just a little more with affection. It was amazing to think Vegeta had never had anything kind or gentle or freely given to him in his life, yet here he was offering all that to her, and she cherished knowing how rare of a gift it was for him to give. In return, she wanted to show him the love she felt, the love he so painfully deserved and had been so cruelly denied all his life.

Vegeta's hand pushed through her hair, cradling her face as he kissed her. He moved his other hand down her side until it rested on the curve of her waist, and he ran a thumb over her bare hip bone. The touch sent spirals of tingling pleasure through her, straight to her groin. Bulma shivered in delight, a soft gasp escaping her lips.

He smirked against her mouth.

Bulma huffed, embarrassed. “What?”

“You're so sensitive,” he said, his voice taking on a huskier tone. “I like it.”

Bulma blushed, his voice sending ripples of exhilaration through her. “What about you?” she asked, lowering her eyes coyly.

Vegeta leaned back, cocking a brow. “What about me?”

“Are you… sensitive?”

Vegeta's smirk widened and Bulma wanted to slap him for being so confident. “Why don't you find out?” he suggested.

Bulma narrowed her eyes at Vegeta, sussing him out, but he seemed genuine in his offer. She smirked back at him, feeling her own confidence return to her. If he was challenging her, she was ready to accept it. Bulma Briefs was no chicken.

Bulma slipped out of his hands and Vegeta shifted onto his back, laying comfortably on the bed, relaxed and amused as he watched her sit up. It was a rare sight to see him in such a good mood, his guard completely lowered. Bulma leaned over him, touching his brow. “Wow, so this is what you look like when you're not frowning,” she teased.

Unable to help himself, he frowned in response. “Cute,” he replied dryly.

Bulma smiled back at him, amused. “You too.”

“Tch.”

“Really, Vegeta,” she insisted as she straddled his powerful thighs, sitting confidently over him. “You're very handsome, probably the most good looking guy I know.”

“Probably?” he asked, and although he was trying to appear annoyed, Bulma could see from the way he puffed up that he was pleased with the compliment. She smiled and leaned in, pressing her lips to his ear. “Definitely. Can I take your shirt off, hot stuff?”

Vegeta hummed back, the sound almost a growl. “You can.”

Bulma leaned back and slowly, oh so slowly ran her hand down his hard chest and started undoing the buttons, one by one, on his shirt. Vegeta watched her with great intensity as she did, his mouth hooked up in amusement, but his eyes danced with a darker energy. Finally she reached the last button and she pushed his shirt open, revealing the splendor beneath. She'd seen him shirtless before, but the sight never grew old, and this time he was letting her see him simply because she wanted to. Bulma hummed appreciatively. Vegeta was modeled after a god, each muscle perfectly carved, from his narrow waist and washboard abs that dipped teasingly below his pants, to his broad pecs and strong arms that he'd wrapped her up in before, his strength nearly unrivaled. He was every girl's wet dream, and she had him all to herself, laying docile between her thighs.

“Well?” he asked, his voice cocksure, his eyes dancing with mischief as he watched her admire him.

Bulma smiled and ran her finger down his chest and stomach, between his flawless abs. When she reached his navel, her finger slowed and she ran it teasingly around his belly button, keeping her touch light. She watched Vegeta's skin tighten and heard him suck in a hard breath.

“Looks like I'm not the only sensitive one,” Bulma teased back.

Vegeta growled and grabbed her hands. In one smooth motion he shoved her off, pushing her onto the bed and rolling on top of her. He held her hands above her head, pinning her down by her wrists. He leaned over her, smirking darkly, his shirt gaping open about her. “You're playing with fire,” he warned.

Bulma's heart was beating wildly from being flipped, trapped, but it was a pleasant thrill. She trusted Vegeta completely. She tried to calm her breathing as she replied, but she was sure her excitement showed on her face. “I've been playing with fire the moment I met you.”

Vegeta gave her an unreadable look, his eyes taking her in. He considered something for a moment, then appeared to come a decision. Still keeping her arms pinned, he leaned down and kissed her with a hard need. His hips settled against hers and Bulma felt a heat flame to life between her thighs.

“I want you,” he growled. He broke their kiss and pulled back just far enough to watch her reaction.

Bulma was flushed, her lips parted. She could already feel him against her, thick and hard, pressing against in his jeans, grinding himself against her. Her heart was hammering wildly, her body flushed with arousal. She knew with certainty she wanted him too. She nodded at him through half-lidded eyes. “I'm yours.”

Vegeta stared at her, and a myriad of emotions flashed across his face, most of which she couldn't discern. He finally gave her a self-deprecating smile, shaking his head. “I don't think I'll ever understand why.”

Bulma felt her heart tighten, seeing his doubt at his worthiness. She gave him a soft smile. “You don't have to understand. I'm the genius, remember? Let me worry about that stuff. You just worry about making me feel good.”

Vegeta smiled wryly, leaning in, releasing her wrists to rest his forearms either side of her face. His heavy body pressed against hers, his face inches from her mouth. “That I can do, or have you already forgotten about this afternoon?”

Bulma shivered pleasantly at the memory, bringing her hands to rest at the back of Vegeta's strong neck. “Like I could ever forget that.” The memory of his fingers inside her was enough to make her wet again.

Vegeta smirked and leaned in, nuzzling her throat, kissing the hickey he'd put there. “I'll give you something new to never forget.”

“You'd better.”

“Shut it, Briefs.”

“Make me.”

He kissed his way up her jaw and finally kissed her mouth. She happily shut up.

He pressed his hips into hers as he kissed her deeply, rocking against her body in a mock gesture of what was to come. He kept one arm by her head for support, the other running down her pale side. He hitched her leg up to give himself more room between her thighs, spreading her open. Bulma gasped into his kiss, remembering that she wasn't wearing anything under her skirt, which was now riding up her waist. She felt Vegeta's hand slip along her leg, teasing the soft, tender skin of her inner thigh, each of his fingers keenly felt. She shivered in delight, arching up into him, wondering if he'd touch her again as before.

But he let her leg go to drift up to her sheer blouse. He undid the buttons far too deftly, and before she was mentally prepared her top fell open, allowing Vegeta a clear view of the lacy bra she had on underneath. He broke their kiss and pulled back so that he could look down at her.

Bulma blushed and tried to pull her skirt down to preserve some modesty. Vegeta caught her hands, grabbing them up and once more pinning them above her head. “Still prudish?” he asked, his tone amused, but his expression was different, hungry, ladened with desire. It made her quiver, made her feel like a very small mouse about to be eaten by a very large cat, only she was gladly letting him do so.

She blushed, indeed feeling shy to being so shamelessly revealed. She was usually a confident girl, but something about Vegeta had her always second guessing herself. Perhaps it was that he was far more confident than she was used to in others. She liked that confidence about him, hell, she was excited by it, but it also put her at a disadvantage a lot of the time. She wasn't the one in control, and it was both exhilarating and a little terrifying.

“You don't have to stare,” she grumbled, blushing hard, feeling exposed in more ways than one.

Vegeta smirked at her. “Yes, I do,” he insisted. His free hand slipped underneath her, and a moment later her bra latch came undone. He slowly tugged the lingerie away, revealing her young, supple breasts, her nipples already hard. Vegeta's hand tightened on her wrists as his eyes raked in her body, stretched out compliantly beneath his, naked and ready for him. “Fuck,” he groaned appreciatively, and leaned in to press his brow into her shoulder, shuddering.

“What's wrong?” she asked, tensing with concern.

Vegeta took in a few deep, shaking breaths. “Just… trying not to blow my load already,” he gritted out.

Bulma gave a surprised, breathless laugh. She felt relief flood her. It was nice to know Vegeta was as human as she was; sometimes he felt so alien with how stoic and in control he always was. “What's the matter, see something you like?” she asked, unable to help teasing him back. She arched her back a little to press her pebbled breasts against his chest.

Vegeta groaned, rolling his face into her neck. “S-stop that, woman, or this'll be over before it starts.”

“You can come on me if you want,” she purred enticingly.

“God damnit, Bulma!” he pleaded, his voice desperate for her to stop tempting him.

She smirked, enjoying herself. “Or would you rather come inside me?”

Vegeta made a pained sound. “I'm going to make you pay dearly for this,” he growled warningly as he trembled against her, struggling to calm himself down. Bulma rolled her hips into his, coaxing, and he had to reach down and firmly hold her hips still lest he come too soon.

“You can, you know,” she continued, thrilled to have so much power of him. “Come inside me, I mean. It's safe.”

His hands tightened on her. “…How?”

“I'm on the pill.”

Vegeta made a dismissive sound. “Doesn't that take a while to take effect?”

Bulma was silent a while, feeling her cheeks heat up from the truth. Vegeta pulled back and looked at her, his brow arching as he guessed her embarrassment. “How long?”

“Ever since you moved in,” she admitted in a small voice, not meeting his eyes.

Vegeta smirked wolfishly. “Well, well. Confident of getting me in your bed, were you?”

Bulma huffed, flashing him an irritated look. “No! I just wanted to make sure I was being safe, asshole.” She glared at him. “Besides, I believe we're in your bed right now.”

“I'll be in something in a minute,” he smirked back.

Bulma blushed and curled her fingers anxiously. “Are you done tormenting me?”

He laughed, soft and low, the sound rumbling into her pleasantly. “Hardly. I'm just getting started.”

Bulma's eyes flicked up to watch him as Vegeta lowered his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth. Bulma gasped, biting her lip to stifle her moan as she arched under him, feeling his warm, wet mouth pull the sensitive nub of flesh inside his mouth, his tongue wickedly flicking her nipple. She strained her arms but Vegeta kept them pinned down, refusing to let her go. He finally pulled free with a soft, wet sound, and the cool air of the bedroom kissed her wet skin cruelly.

Bulma lay trapped on the bed, panting. She looked up at him from half-lidded eyes, her chest heaving, her face flushed, her lips bruised from his previous kisses. “Vegeta,” she moaned, wriggling under him.

“Yes?” he answered her, his hand on her hip shifting to her thigh.

“I…” she stammered, losing her focus, struggling to find a way to vocalize the need she had. “Can you…”

“Can I what?” he repeated cruelly, his hand spreading her other thigh open until she was completely exposed to him. She whimpered in need and embarrassment.

“Please, I need you,” she begged shamelessly. Her body felt on fire, drugged, like liquid need, aching for him, for something more.

“Are you sure?” he asked as he ran a teasing finger against her wet sex.

Bulma cried out, trembling with tension. “Yes! God, yes I'm sure!”

“Good,” he purred. He undid his pants, just enough to pull himself free, not even bothering to take his jeans off all the way, too impatient, and they hung loosely at his hips as gripped his proud cock in his hand. Bulma wanted to look but Vegeta kissed her again, stealing the air from her lungs until she grew light headed. He rubbed the tip of himself against her slickness, and she trembled at the sensation of him. He felt hot and large and firm against her opening, and something primal awakened within her, desperate to have him fill her in a very animal way. She wanted only him, to be inside of her, completing her, taking away this terrible need that was tearing her up, shattering her into a pathetic, whimpering mess of longing.

“God, your so wet,” he growled, his voice tight.

“Vegeta!” she sobbed desperately, her hips arching into him. He let her wrists go and shucked off his shirt, and she instantly latched on to his bare shoulders, pulling at him urgently. He resisted, carefully positioning himself between her spread thighs, and slowly, oh so achingly slowly, started to inch inside of her.

Bulma keened, throwing her head back as she felt the thick head of him spread her open. Vegeta rocked his hips gently, working her open inch by agonizing inch.

She was going mad, Bulma was sure she was going mad. The burning, aching fire was only getting worse, building and swelling and consuming her with each gentle push he made. She let her head fall to the side, gasping for air, mewling with each of his teasing strokes.

“Fuck. The noises you're making, fuck,” Vegeta growled, falling down onto his forearms, pressing his solid weight into her small, writhing body. He buried his brow into her shoulder as he had done earlier. “You're going to make me come undone too soon with those sounds, woman.”

“Then s-stop teasing me!” she wailed, wrapping her legs around his hips, her hands clinging to his broad shoulders as a drowning person would cling to safety.

Vegeta kissed her throat and then moved his hand to her hip, holding her down in place. “I'm going to push all the way in,” he warned her.

Bulma nodded, then keened as he kept his word, sinking his thick, hot length deep into her. He stretched her full, and when he could go no further he stilled for a moment, looking down the length of their bodies, connected together, hers quivering and whimpering under him. Then he pulled out and thrust back in, again and again until he could bury himself entirely inside her with little resistance. Bulma lost all reason. Her thighs were shaking, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, every part of her body on edge, electrified, burning, burning.

He picked up his rhythm, thrusting into her with more urgency. Bulma wailed each time, her hands clawing at his shoulders, arms, the pillows, anything she could touch. She couldn't even move her hips to meet his, his unyielding hand keeping her pinned to the bed as he fucked her completely. She could feel the desperate pressure getting worse, raging and swelling more and more as he sank into her again and again and again…

“Vegeta~!” she wailed, getting lost in the pleasure, feeling swirling emotions so strongly it was almost terrifying. “Please!”

He shifted his weight, changing his angle ever so slightly. His hand moved from her hip to her leg, and he pushed her thighs open wider still, sinking in even deeper than before, his pelvis rubbing against her clit with each thrust. It was more than she could bear. Bulma could feel the crescendo coming, swelling and mounting as he fucked her hard and deep and without mercy, no longer holding back. He grabbed a handful of her hair and leaned over her, tugging her head back to bare her neck in submission. “Come for me, little Briefs,” he growled possessively. Her climax slammed into her like a wave, unstoppable, unmerciful, sweeping her along in its wake.

She arched back wildly as she came, crashing over the edge. “Ve~ge~ta!” she wailed, sobbing on his name as she squeezed around him, her whole body tensing and tightening, trembling.

He held her close as he continued to thrust inside her, his own breath coming hard and short. Her first name escaped his lips, spoken reverently, almost as if he hadn't meant to, as he desperately chased his own ending between her thighs.

She held him close, still quivering with pleasure. “I love you, Vegeta,” she whispered weakly into his ear.

Vegeta choked back a cry as he came, slamming into her, spilling himself inside her belly.

He held her close as he finished, as if she were the most precious thing that needed to be protected. His arms trembled as he slowed his hips, eking out the last of his pleasure within her. Then he collapsed on top, panting hard, his body hot and sweaty.

He was extremely heavy, all muscle, but Bulma didn't protest the weight. It was comforting, and she wasn't nearly ready for him to pull out or away yet. She wrapped her arms about him and held him close as they both recovered, gasping for air. Vegeta still clung to her as if she were made of glass, as if the world were out to break her and only he could keep her safe. She never wanted him to let her go if he would hold her like that forever, his most valued treasure.

“That… was amazing,” she murmured when she was able to form coherent words.

He made an affirmative sound, unable to speak just yet, still catching his breath.

Long, blissful seconds ticked passed. Finally Vegeta found his strength and moved his weight. He kissed her collarbone, then her throat, and then her cheek. He looked down at her, his expression achingly affectionate, the softest smile she'd seen yet on his lips. “Okay?” he asked her, nudging her with his nose, like a puppy bunting something with its snout.

Bulma smiled back and nodded, bringing her hand up to brush her thumb against his cheek, marveling at his tenderness. “Yeah. You were incredible.”

He shrugged a shoulder. “Thanks. You were alright.”

Bulma stiffened. “Alright?!”

Vegeta grinned widely, unabashed, looking painfully handsome and dishevelled. He was riling her up on purpose.

Bulma narrowed her eyes and gave him a gentle shove. “Jerk.”

Vegeta's teeth flashed in a silent laugh. “That's not what you were saying a moment ago. I believe it was more like, `Oh Vegeta, please, Vegeta!'” he mocked, changing the pitch of his voice to be higher and more feminine.

Bulma blushed furiously and tried to shove him off, but he was as immovable as a rock. “You are such a dick sometimes!”

“Lucky for you.”

“Ugh! You're impossible!”

Vegeta chuckled, and he ran his fingers through her hair, the gentle touch stilling her struggles. “You're too easy. It's cute.”

Bulma fell silent at the compliment, stunned, never thinking she'd hear him say such a word, especially about her, and it made her feel a little bashful.

Vegeta looked down the lengths of their bodies and sighed. “I'm pulling out.”

Bulma didn't want him to, but she nodded and bit her lip as he left her. She felt something ooze out of her and clamped her thighs closed in embarrassment, her face growing pink.

Vegeta smirked at her knowingly.

“Don't you dare say anything,” Bulma glowered at him. “It's all your doing after all.”

“Allow me then,” he offered, and scooped her up. Bulma yelped in surprise, and clung on as Vegeta carried her to the bathroom to shower. She rested her head against his broad chest and curled her fingers about his neck. It occurred to her that she could never be happier than she was at this moment, and she was totally okay with that.

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