Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Full Spectrum ❯ Just A Walk In The Park ( Chapter 1 )

Special thanks to the Prince's Jewel for beta reading this for me.

Full Spectrum

By Ginia

Part 1
Just A Walk In The Park

Spring had come early this year. Shoots of new growth and the smell of growing things graced the well-kept woods surrounding Capsule Corp, but winter's chill still ruled the evening and those hours were fast approaching.

Bulma knew she should have started for home long ago, but she chose instead to let the tranquility of the day last as long as possible. Now the fading sunlight could do little to either light her way or warm her bare shoulders. She carefully moved along the trail that led home… and back to all the problems she had tried to leave behind for at least a little while.

Bulma's new role as Company Vice President was far more demanding than her old position as head of Research and Development. The necessary business decisions that she had never been interested in dealing with were now a daily chore. It was tedious... yep, that one word summed it up. Sighing deeply, Bulma wrapped her arms about herself and tried to hurry in the deepening gloom of the woods.

Bulma thought sadly of the evening to come. What should have been a romantic evening would now be a complete waste, "Thank-you-very-much-Vegeta," she grumbled in annoyance. She knew her home would be empty when she returned from her walk; baby Trunks was staying the night with her parents, but Vegeta had ruined everything by going off in a huff - again.  Why couldn't Vegeta understand that sometimes SHE was the one who needed a little space, a chance to be alone. 

Her earlier feelings of peace were fading with the sunlight.

It darkened quickly within the shadow of the trees, the slight irregularities of the path unexpectedly becoming painful obstacles to her sandaled feet. After barely avoiding a bad fall, Bulma sat and rubbed the ankle she had come close to twisting. Wouldn't that be just great, she thought. If she actually managed to hurt herself out here - not only would she be stuck in the dark, but Vegeta would probably use it as justification to try and forbid her from ever going for a walk alone again.

As she paused, Bulma became aware of the silence of the woods around her. Long gone was the cheerful song of the birds that gave voice to the sun but where were the normal sounds of the woods that should take their place at night? Bulma slowly stood, looking around cautiously for any sign of something out of place. Something had disrupted the routine of the local wildlife and she didn't think it was her.

Bulma started once again down the path, stepping carefully and listening for any sound from the surrounding woods. After several minutes of continued silence, Bulma was becoming more than a little frightened. She had begun to feel as though she were being watched. Just nerves, she tried to tell herself - until she heard the snap of a branch echoing within the darkness.

She gasped and froze in place. Something had broken that branch, something had silenced the sounds of the night, and there was definitely something out there.

Taking a deep breath to gather her courage, Bulma called out to the darkness, "I know you're out there! Show yourself!" Only silence answered her until she heard a soft scuffing sound as if a shoe had scraped over the rough ground between the trees. But from where? Sound was distorted by foliage; distance and direction concealed within the shadows.

When her pounding heart was once again the only thing she could hear, Bulma tried to move swiftly down the path toward home and safety but with terror an icy hand griping the back of her neck she stumbled and fell after only a short distance. This time her ankle turned painfully beneath her. She searched the darkness as she scrambled awkwardly to her feet, limping as she moved.

A snapping branch - close, too close! Bulma was certain the sound had come from right behind her. She spun to face her adversary only to discover she was still alone on the path. Turning back towards Capsule Corp, she shrieked as she ran into a solid barrier that had not been there seconds before. Strong hands grabbed her as she struggled for her freedom.

"What's your problem, woman?! It's me!" growled a deep voice as the arms enclosed her. 

Anger replaced fear as Bulma's eyes locked onto her husband's. "Vegeta! I should have known! It was you all along, wasn't it?! You son of a - " 

Bulma's screaming tirade was interrupted by the smirking prince, "Woman, I just got here! What is the matter with you?!"

"No! You said you were going training but you've been spying on me! You were trying to scare me…" Bulma's voice faded as she continued to watch Vegeta's face. His expression changed with her words from smirking amusement to one of anger as he scanned the woods around them, searching for whatever had threatened Bulma. 

"Are you sure there was something out there? I don't sense anything unusual…"

"I didn't imagine it, Vegeta - something was out there. Listen… the animal sounds are back, they were gone before. Maybe you scared whatever it was away?" Bulma was very glad Vegeta still had his arms around her because even enclosed within that circle of protection, her fear was quickly returning, and it didn't help that Vegeta's eyes now held a hint of puzzlement. Had he noticed something, after all? Bulma decided that here and now was not a good time to ask.

Whatever had been out there seemed to be gone but she didn't want to run the risk that it might come back. Bulma shivered within Vegeta's arms as he continued to scowl at the woods, testing the air with each breath. "Vegeta, could you take me home please?" Without a word in answer, Vegeta tightened his hold on Bulma and took off towards the compound.

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High above, a small shielded ship sat motionless as smokey gray eyes watched the pair with contempt. The human female had been tracked for several weeks now and there could be no doubt; it was virtually helpless, a waste of time except as bait for the trap. "Yes…" the being murmured, "the perfect bait for the perfect prize." With a cold laugh, the being faded into the distant night sky.

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Vegeta touched down gently outside the back door to their living quarters. "I'm hungry woman, make something edible," he announced as he abruptly released Bulma to stand on her own. Even if she had been prepared the results would probably have been the same; Bulma cried out sharply and would have fallen if Vegeta had not caught hold of her again.

He swung her up into his arms and glared at her accusingly. "You are injured."

"Oh gee, you noticed," she sarcastically snapped back. Taking a calming breath, she continued, "I just twisted my ankle a bit back there. It's really no big deal - besides I would have told you if you'd given me a chance!"

Vegeta only 'humphed' as he carried Bulma into the kitchen and set her on the countertop. His scowl never shifted as he gently removed her sandals and ran his hands from her knees to her toes, checking both legs for any hidden injury as well as examining the assorted scrapes that now adorned her arms and legs.

"Vegeta, I'm all right - really!" Bulma sighed, "For the most part, all I need is a bath and some band aides."

Vegeta crossed the room to the fridge and began filling a plastic bag with ice. "You also need an ice pack and possibly a wrap to support that ankle later." Wrapping the bag in a soft cloth, Vegeta returned to Bulma, slung her over his shoulder and carried her to their room.

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Bulma peeled off her dirty clothes as she watched Vegeta prepare her bath. She was delighted to be receiving this loving care from her husband even though she knew it would only be a matter of time before Vegeta was yelling at her about going on the walk that resulted in her injuries.

She winced as she tentatively put a little weight on her swollen ankle -  bad idea. It would be a while before she'd be walking on that comfortably again. Giving up on walking, she tried hopping towards the bathroom only to have Vegeta's face suddenly appear two inches from her own.

"Looking to add to your injuries with another fall, woman?" he growled as he picked her up and set her carefully into the bath. Vegeta arranged her twisted ankle on a folded towel on the side of the tub and covered it with the ice pack.

Bulma found herself at a complete loss for words - at least until Vegeta picked up a washcloth and began to wash her back. As she sighed with the soothing motion of his hands, she knew just what should be said. "That feels soooo good. Now, who are you and what have you done with Vegeta?" He smirked silently at her as she leaned forward slightly to give him easier access to her back and shoulders. Bulma felt as though Vegeta were washing away her worries along with the dust from the path. Only the raised position of her leg detracted from the complete comfort offered by Vegeta's hands.

"Umm, Vegeta? Can I put my foot down for awhile?" she finally asked.

"No - lean back."

Slightly surprised by his answer, Bulma nonetheless did as he directed. Once she was lying back in the water, she was completely comfortable. Vegeta used the washcloth to draw warm water up to spill over Bulma's breasts. Picking up the lump of soap, he built up a thick lather between his hands and began to smooth the foam over her wet body.

Bulma lay with her eyes closed as Vegeta's hands moved across her neck and chest. When he lightly pinched her nipples she smiled, maybe tonight wouldn't be such a waste after all. This slippery massage was certainly doing more than just cleansing her skin. 

Vegeta's hands moved lower and Bulma had to fight off the giggles as his fingers stroked her smooth sides and flat tummy. His fingertips brushed lightly over her aqua curls as he moved to massage her raised thigh, then brushed over them again teasingly as he repeated the massage on her soaking leg. "Vegeta…" Bulma giggled invitingly as Vegeta's hands left her to retrieve the washcloth.

He used the cloth to rinse the soap away form her body without touching her. Bulma's body tingled with anticipation for Vegeta's next touch. Swirling the cloth once more in the clear water, he began to draw the nubby fabric along the slit of Bulma's womanhood. She gasped as Vegeta guided it unerringly over her already throbbing clit. Rinsing the cloth again, he repeated his slow torture as Bulma moaned his name and clutched his shirt in her fist.

Vegeta chuckled as he discarded the washcloth, gliding his finger over the folds and crevices of her flower. His thumb resumed the assault on her pleasure bud. Bulma's free hand moved down to grip his wrist and her thighs tightened possessively over his hand.

Bulma's chilled breasts thrust upward as her back arched, but Vegeta ignored the treasures offered to him. His free hand instead drew Bulma's head and shoulders up towards him until their lips met. Deepening the kiss with a thrust of his tongue, he finally allowed his fingers to enter her depths.

The dual assault continued and Bulma's need intensified until she could take no more and she screamed her release still locked to Vegeta's lips. Vegeta lifted the still shuddering woman from the bath and wrapped her in a large soft towel. He dried her slowly as she sat on his lap, and then carried her to their bed.

Stripping away his now damp clothing, he joined her on the bed, letting his mouth follow the same path has hands had followed minutes before. Reaching her aqua curls, he placed her legs over his shoulders and teased her to the edge of release once again by alternately exploring her center with his tongue and suckling her bud aggressively.

Holding her orgasm just out of reach until Bulma begged for him to continue, "Please.... mmm… Vegeta… more, I need more…" 

Smirking at her burning need, Vegeta moved back up her body leaving a hot trail of kisses behind and keeping her legs over his shoulders.

With her hips raised in this almost doubled over position, Vegeta held himself poised over her opening. Looking deeply into Bulma's half lidded eyes, Vegeta groaned quietly as he slid into her depths. The angle and depth offered by this position greatly increased the sensations for them both.

It was at moments like these that Bulma appreciated her own flexibility and Vegeta's great strength. Using one had to hold her hips steady and the other to support his weight, Vegeta began thrusting hard and deep.

As the couple moved together in ever heightening passion, Bulma's body tightened around Vegeta's demanding shaft, pushing him closer to his own explosive release but he wasn't quite ready to give into the pleasure yet.

Shifting Bulma onto her belly, Vegeta raised her hips so that her round ass rode against his iron hard abs. He kneeled over her, slamming her hips back to meet his thrusts. Bulma began to shudder, crying out and squeezing tightly around Vegeta's member as she came once more.

Growling as his need almost overcame his restraint, Vegeta continued to thrust himself deeply into his mate. He was so close now - he could control his great strength a few seconds more - he had to… Vegeta's growl grew to a roar as he reached his peak, holding himself as still as possible so as not to damage his mate as the explosion of sensation overtook him.

When he felt in control again, he lay down next to her, briefly checking that their activities had not aggravated her injuries. Seeing that all was well, he let himself relax and join Bulma in sleep. 

After all you couldn't be too careful with such a fragile thing as a human female.

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Miles away, the gray eyed being watched its monitor and laughed at the telltale surge in Vegeta's ki .

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End Part 1