Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Honour Bound ❯ chapter six - woman ( Chapter 6 )

Disclaimer: don't own, just for fun

 

 

Please be warned this chap contains graphic sex - I just can't stop writing it

 

 

Chapter six

 

Woman

 

 

Bulma awoke to the deep throbbing ache in her loins from the night before where Vegeta had touched her making her scream in pleasure.

 

She gently rolled over onto her back, trying to hold back the evident blush which was beginning to burn at her face and sighed.

 

How the hell was she ever going to face him again, and what if their mother and father found out. Bulma shuddered at the prospect of them knowing that their two children were practically fornicating with each other.

 

She slowly rose from her bed, the ache still present; she could just imagine the internal bruising she had suffered. A small smile graced her lips however as she remembered just what he had done to her.

 

She entered into her bathing chamber and gingerly stepped into the shower, allowing the hot water to slowly wash away any traces of what had transpired between her and her brother the night before.

 

Once she had finished she wrapped herself in a large towel and made her way to the sink, where she cleaned her teeth with her cleaning solution, gargling and spitting into the basin. She then wiped her hand across the steam covered mirror, opening her mouth and gaping in shock at the image before her.

 

Her hand came up to her throat and she precariously stroked at the several purple and blue marks which now adorned her perfect neck. Bulma hissed, then cursed at what Vegeta had done to her skin, trying hard to think of the many ways she could hide the bruising.

 

Entering into her dressing chamber Bulma pulled out a high necked black training suit, though she hardly wore them it seemed fitting under the circumstances, she then put on a pair of grey overalls, which she wore while working in her labs which was what she was intending for the duration of her day.

 

Pulling her hair back into a messy ponytail, she hurriedly put on her work boots, wincing slightly with the sharp stabbing pains from her groin every time she bent over. She made her way to the door, wanting to get to the breakfast chamber as quickly as she could and hopefully unnoticed.

 

Upon exiting her cambers she noticed Turles still standing at the end of the halls. She grimaced knowing how acute his hearing was, hoping that he hadn't heard anything last night.

 

“Morning princess” he greeted, even before she had reached him.

 

“Oh, Turles, morning, um, I'm just on my way to get breakfast then work in the labs for the day” she spat out as fast as she could, trying hard to make her escape.

 

“So, you and the prince were going at it a bit last night” Turles stated, watching as Bulma came to a halt in her tracks.

 

Bulma could feel the heat of his gaze burning onto the back of her skull, she truly wished at that point in time that the ground would open up and swallow her.

 

“What… I… what's that supposed to mean” she questioned, closing her eyes and dreading the next words that he would speak.

 

“He's not even back a day, and you two are already at each others throats, I would have thought you both would have stopped this silly fighting by now” he exclaimed.

 

Bulma heaved a sigh of before saying “Well you know me, I always like a good argument” before she turned and carried on her way as the relief washed over her.

 

When she arrived at the breakfast chamber, she was happy to find that she was alone, none of the other family members were present. Bulma assumed that both her parents would rise late since they had been so embroiled in the events of the prior day, and she prayed to the great kings themselves that Vegeta would be a no show. She sat down in her seat a waited while a serving slave attended her, and then began to consume her meal with great speed.

 

 

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Vegeta awoke from his fitful sleep filled with the nightmares he usually experienced; he wiped his hands across his sweat soaked face, suddenly the memories of the previous night coming back at full force.

 

While he didn't give the whore a second thought, his mind buzzed with the memories of Bulma, why had he done it, and why had she allowed him, not that she could have stopped him. He remembered her moaning his name as she came to her climax, and the look she had given him when he had looked at her in realisation that it was his sister he had pleasured, so unashamed.

 

He had only thought about bringing pain and humiliation to the woman his fingers were thrusting into, but she had enjoyed it, all of it, why?, was it something she had experienced before with others? Then why had she screamed his name?

 

Questions, too many questions whirled around in his mind making his head hurt. He rose out of bed and made his way to his bathing chamber for a much needed shower to hopefully aid in ridding him of these thoughts.

 

He allowed the hot spray of the shower to wash away his memories before he exited and made his way to the basin, flaring his ki on the way, drying him completely. He cleaned his mouth and ran his fingers though his rough hair not even bothering to check his appearance in the mirror.

 

He then made his way towards his clothing chamber, noticing the scorch mark on the floor from where he had blasted the whore form the previous night into the next dimension.

 

He grabbed his battle suit, gloves and boots dressing in them foregoing the armour and cape, he just could not be asked with the formal attire today. His stomach suddenly growled alerting him that it had been several hours since he had last eaten.

 

He exited his rooms and made his way to the breakfast chamber for some much needed sustenance, after which he would track down Kakkarot for a good sparing session.

 

He was so lost in his train of thought that the didn't even notice the pair of crystal blue eyes that stared at him as he entered the room and took his seat waiting to have his meal served.

 

Just as the serving slave finished placing his sixth dish in front of him, he glanced over towards the person sitting opposite, who was beginning to turn a very pale shade of white as all colour started to fade from their face.

 

Bulma gulped nervously suddenly feeling quite unsettled, she needed to get out of there and fast, it was way too soon for her to be seeing him, and the look he was giving her made her shudder as the memory of the previous night suddenly popped back into her mind and making her damp.

 

Vegeta just stared at Bulma with a deep frown on his regal features, as she started to tremble in her chair.

 

He knew she was worried about his reaction over last night, and he did not want to broach that subject at this point in time especially on an empty stomach. He looked away from her and was about to begin his meal when he stopped suddenly and sniffed the air.

 

He looked back up to Bulma and his eyes widened in realisation, she was radiating waves of fear but there was also a subtle hint of arousal. He smirked evilly at her watching as she realised that he knew what she was feeling.

 

Forgetting about her meal and the pain in the tops of her thighs, Bulma legged it towards the doors, only to be stopped by a pair of muscular arms as they wrapped tight around her, cutting of any escape.

 

“Let me go” she hissed.

 

Vegeta pulled her back towards him and started to nuzzle at her neck. Bulma winced as the bruised area was suddenly being assaulted by her brother's lips and tongue.

 

Vegeta stopped and moved his left hand up to her neck and pulled slightly at the high collar of her training suit, his eyes narrowing into slits as he saw the bruises that marred her flesh.

 

He released her and turned away in disgust at himself for marking her so, even more disgusted that he had wanted to take her then and there after he smelled her arousal, what the hell was happening to him.

 

Never in his life had he wanted a woman so much, and if he had, he sure as hell wouldn't worry whether she had been hurt by his hand or not. Yet something inside of him was beginning to stir, something that had long ago been beaten out of him, but which he couldn't place.

 

While Vegeta's back was turned Bulma clutched the collar of her suit and made her escape, making it in record time to her labs, still trembling, aroused and in pain.

 

Great kings, what was she to do, this was her brother for fuck sakes, she decided to put the dirty thoughts she was having about him out of her mind, by concentrating on her work.

 

She picked up her the newly acquired piece of technology which had been purchased from a trader who had been living on earth. It amazed her that for a slave planet it produced remarkable technology, making her wonder about its inventor.

 

She maliciously began to strip down the small capsule, to its bare circuitry making notes on how it was compiled and worked; she then began to make a list of all the things she would need to start making her own. She carefully reconstructed it and attached it to a small box then pressed the button, watching in fascination as the box disappeared in a cloud of smoke and all that remained was the little capsule which was about an inch in length.

 

She smiled to herself as she thought of all the things she could do for her people if she was able to reproduce these little gems.

 

She was so caught up in her musings that she failed to notice the hidden eyes that watched her through the window of her lab.

 

“Soon” the voice breathed “Very soon”, then it was gone.

 

 

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Vegeta rained blow after blow towards Kakkarot, as he tried to clear his mind of all that had happened earlier. Kakkarot noticing the prince's sudden lack of concentration went in for the kill, raining a round house kick at his mid section followed by a punch to his face.

 

Vegeta suddenly realising all too late that he had lost his concentration and allowed the third class Saiyan to get in an attack, quickly countered with a ki blast, sending Kakkarot into nearby wall leaving a nice imprint.

 

“Enough” he shouted as Kakkarot peeled himself out of the wall, dusting off the debris.

 

“Argh come on Vegeta, its only been four hours, you can't be ready to quit now” Kakkarot whined.

 

“Fuck off third class, I am not quitting, I have other things to do, and your boring me” Vegeta retorted, before making his way from the training room and towards his own chambers to shower and change ready for lunch with his father.

 

Entering the kings personal chambers, Vegeta found his father sat at his desk looking through a pile of papers with a perturbed look gracing his features which were identical to his own.

 

The king looked up at his son, who stood with his arms crossed over his chest and a scowl firmly in place. He sighed before rising and making his way to the communication device, and informing the royal kitchens he and his son were ready to eat.

 

He then moved over to the small table which was already prepared for them and sat down, beckoning for his son to join him.

 

Vegeta rolled his eyes and made his way over to where the king was already seated, he sat down and stared hard at his father, noticing the worried look he was giving him.

 

“Vegeta” the king began, “I need to know” he paused, “how loyal are you to Freeza” he finished.

 

Vegeta growled low in his throat before answering in a outraged tone “Loyal, you think I'm fucking loyal to that… that piece of shit” he breathed “If I could I would rip him fucking limb from limb for all the things he has done to me” quickly snapping his mouth shut for fear of already saying too much.

 

The king looked at his son shocked by his candid remarks, yet wondering what vegeta had meant by `all the things', but knew he would never tell him, though he could imagine and it pained him to think about it.

 

“my son, I did not mean to upset you, but you have to realise, you have been gone for so long and Freeza has ways of breaking the best of warriors into doing his bidding willingly” he concluded, watching his sons rage begin to lessen.

 

“Father” Vegeta spat, “My loyalties are, and always will be to Vegetasie, never forget that old man”.

 

The king took a deep breath and replied “Good my son, good, then we need to figure out why Freeza has allowed you back” he spoke in a serious tone.

 

“That father, I cannot answer, all he said was I wasn't needed for the time being and that he would send for me when he was in need of my services again” he replied in truth. Vegeta had asked Freeza why, yet all he said was he had business and would be on the reaches of the galaxy for some time. He also remembered the beating he got for asking.

 

The serving slaves entered the kings chambers and placed down the numerous platters of food before exiting, leaving the two Saiyan's to eat there meal, which they did in relative silence.

 

After eating their meal, the king was the first to break the silence by informing Vegeta of some of the less important technological advancements that were being made by the science division, remembering his agreement with the other council members.

 

“Your sister has brought Vegetasie quite far with all the new technology since she has taken over as head scientist” the king stated proudly of his young daughter.

 

“Bulma is head of the science division” Vegeta blurted, hardly believing his ears over what his father was saying to him.

 

“Is it so hard to believe brat, you know she was always a genius when it came to technology, even at a young age” the king replied.

 

“But to make her head scientist, surely she isn't that good” he replied sceptically.

 

“Then go and see for yourself” the king said flatly as he rose and made his way back to his never ending stack of paper work.

 

“I think I will” Vegeta stated while exiting his fathers chambers.

 

 

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Vegeta made his way towards the science wing, determined to see for himself what his little sister had done to become so highly rated.

 

He stood outside of her lab and watched her as she tinkered about with a large spherical dome, welding small pieces of metal and wires to the underside.

 

He smirked before entering the room, and making his way over to where she was kneeling, watching as the beads of sweat ran down her face disappearing into the collar of her suit, making him remember the bruising he had given her the night before.

 

“So little girl what are you doing, still working on that cup holder for me” he joked, hoping to rile her up a little, and forget about how he had hurt her.

 

Bulma froze at the sound of his voice, and slowly placed the soldering iron on the floor before standing and turning around to face him.

 

“Well little girl” he continued, watching as a spark of anger flittered across her blue eyes.

 

“Woman” she rebutted.

 

“What” he asked a little confused.

 

“Woman, I am a woman, not a little girl, or have you not noticed” she stated putting her hands on her hips.

 

Vegeta stared at her looking her over, oh he had noticed, boy had he noticed.

 

Bulma started to feel a little unsettled under his intense gaze, and also a little turned on, great kings she didn't want to have another episode like this morning. She quickly turned and moved across to the other side of her work bench, trying to put some distance between them.

 

“Alright woman” he said emphasising the last word, and noticing her change in scent, however deciding now was not a good time to act on it. “so what are you working on”.

 

Bulma took a deep breath and pushing the lustful thought of Vegeta out of her mind she moved into science mode.

 

“It's the gravity chamber I made for you before you left, remember, I thought it could aid you in your training to make you stronger” Bulma started. “It's based on simple technology of enhancing the gravity within a special field making the person inside receive an intense workout without having to rely on any weights” she took a deep breath before continuing “That way the intensity of the pressure is distributed evenly throughout the body, gradually building body mass and strength” she finished quite satisfied with herself.

 

“What's its total capacity in g's” Vegeta countered, smirking at her face as she looked at him stunned that he had understood everything she had said.

 

“two hundred and fifty, at present” she huffed, then quickly added “But I'm also enhancing the inner casing to withstand intense ki blasts as well as some training bots which will give the occupant the extra workout in agility” she completed, satisfied when his look changed from smugness to that of awe.

 

“When will it be ready” he asked with anticipation at the prospect of utilising anything which would enhance his abilities and strength bringing him closer to his goal of Super Saiyan and the prospect of annihilating that bastard lizard.

 

“It's ready now, all I need to do is move it to a designated location, but the extra enhancements will take a few days” she replied, while moving from behind her bench to stand next to him, feeling the heat which radiated from his body.

 

Vegeta glanced at her from the corner his eye, his body beginning to feel like it was on fire at her closeness. He closed his eyes, and took a deep breath through his nose, which was a big mistake as the scent of her arousal hit him hard.

 

Within a second Vegeta had Bulma pushed up against her work bench, with one hand wrapped around her waist while the other grasped at the back of her head. There lips met and both felt the electricity explode within their own bodies at the others touch.

 

Vegeta licked and sucked at Bulma's bottom lip, before sliding his tongue into her mouth, tasting her delicious flavour and drinking from her essence, whilst making sure to keep himself in full control. The last thing he needed was to hurt her again, and although he was finding it hard, he somehow managed.

 

Bulma moved her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, relishing his succulent lips and tongue.

 

Vegeta could feel himself growing harder by the second, and pushed his obvious arousal against her womanhood.

 

Bulma suddenly winced from the pain and broke the kiss, as a single tear fell from her eye.

 

Vegeta looked at her slightly confused, he hadn't hurt her he was sure of it, “What's wrong woman” he muttered slightly concerned.

 

Bulma looked away unable to take his piercing gaze before speaking “I'm still sore, from…from last night” she finished in a whisper.

 

Vegeta released her when the sudden realisation of what her words meant, last night, he had hurt her last night. He closed his eyes and sighed, then opened them and placed one finger under her chin bringing her face up towards his.

 

“I'm sor…sorry” he choked out before kissing her lightly on the lips and leaving.

 

The one solitary tear on Bulma's cheek suddenly became a steady flow as she freely allowed herself to cry. She knew they were getting themselves into a tangled web, however it was becoming clear that neither of them where going to be able to escape.

 

 

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Over the next few weeks Vegeta and Bulma had managed to avoid each other, she had placed the gravity chamber in the royal training arena and quickly done the necessary upgrades making it ready for Vegeta.

 

Since then he had been holed up within its confines only emerging to eat, sleep or have the occasional spar with Kakkarot to test out his new strength.

 

Bulma had decided to take a break from her work and thoughts about one sexy, arrogant brother by taking a stroll in the palace gardens, she sat down on one of the stone benches which had been warmed from the afternoon sun when she heard a noise.

 

Casually glancing over to where the noise had occurred she had expected to see Turles or even Kakkarot, but was shocked to discover who it was.

 

“Hello bulma” the silky voice purred.

 

“Yamcha” she exclaimed, suddenly realising that she was totally alone with him and edging herself slightly towards the end of the bench.

 

“Please Bulma, do not be frightened and forgive my actions at the banquet, I meant you no harm I just got a little carried away” he spoke, trying to regain her trust.

 

“I'm not scared of you” she hissed, anger beginning to replace her fear.

 

“Then why are you moving away from me” he questioned, while pointing towards the bench that she had moved along.

 

“I was just making room for you” she lied.

 

“How kind” he drawled.

 

“So I haven't seen you around for a while, I thought maybe you already left” Bulma queried.

 

Yamcha laughed before saying “No, princess not yet, my business here is not yet complete, but it will be very soon” he finished looking deep into her bright blue eyes.

 

“Oh, well I hope you succeed in your business” she replied, before standing and walking away back towards the palace.

 

Yamcha sat and watched her leave, he could wait a little while longer, but when he did get her, he would ensure that she would be writhing under him while he made her scream his name until he became board and then he would hand her over to Gero like the others.

 

Bulma silently returned to her lab with the intention of resuming her work, as she arrived she was met by Bardock. They momentarily met each others gaze and entered the lab, shutting and locking the doors behind them.

 

“How's the new ships defence mechanism coming along” Bardock began, as he took a seat next to the work bench and started pushing pieces of wires and circuits around with his right index finger.

 

“The defence shielding is complete, it just needs installing which I will be doing tonight then I just need to test it” Bulma replied while taking a seat opposite him, frowning and moving the circuit board out of his reach.

 

Bardock suddenly looked at her with a serious expression on his handsome features “Bulma… you have made certain that Vegeta has not been privy to any of this haven't you”

 

“Yes, yes, I know, I've made sure that he hasn't seen anything he shouldn't, though I don't like having to hide things from him, as if he is some sort of traitor” Bulma spoke, her eyes lowering towards her lap.

 

Bardock shook his head and sighed “That's not the reason Bulma, it's because we don't know as yet what hold Freeza has over him and why he has been allowed back”.

 

“But it still seems wrong, Vegeta might be a complete arse hole at times, but he would never betray us, no matter what that sick fuck has done to him, I know it in my heart” she finished, rising from her seat and making her way over towards one of the windows absently gazing out over the city below.

 

Bardock rose from his own seat and moved over to stand behind her resting a hand on her shoulder before adding “I feel the same my princess, however it is not our decision”.

 

“No” Bulma retorted shrugging off his hand “It is my fathers” she completed before turning her head to look at him quickly before returning her gaze back to the window.

 

 

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The night was quickly drawing in as Bulma completed the last of the diagnostics to the new defence system she had just installed into Vegetasie's new war ship. She sighed and wiped her arm across her sweat covered brow, it had not been as smooth running as she had expected, three times the thing shorted out before she was able to get it totally integrated into the ships onboard computer.

 

Great kings she felt so grimy, she sat back in the pilots seat and closed her eyes drifting easily off into a dreamless sleep. She awoke several hours later with a stiff neck which she gingerly rubbed, attempting to shift the knot which was now present.

 

She picked herself out of the chair and stretched her limbs before gathering her tools and making her way to the ships exit. She exited the hanger and encoded the security locks before making her way through the immense maze of corridors which she knew so well.

 

She stopped at the kitchens grabbing some fruit and continued towards her chambers. Once there she stripped out of her clothes and made her way towards her bathing chamber stopping momentarily as she suddenly got the feeling she was being watched. She shook of the feeling and continued towards her awaiting shower.

 

Bulma showered quickly and exited, cleaning her teeth and brushing her hair dry before pulling on a long silk white robe. She then made her way towards her bed only to have that same feeling again as she felt a pair of eyes on her making her shudder. She quickly ran from her room to call on Turles, but upon entering the halls she found him nowhere to be seen, suddenly remembering that it was his night off. She looked around frantically for the replacement guard but found none, making her even more on edge.

 

Vegeta's rooms were only a short distance from her own and a lot nearer that either of her parents so she decided to head for there, throwing all caution to the wind regarding the sexual tension that had previously been between them.

 

Making it to his chambers in record time, she didn't even bother to knock as she burst through the doors.

 

Vegeta was sitting on his bed in just a pair of loose hip hugging black pants relaxing when he looked up to see Bulma burst into his room looking terrified.

 

Their eyes locked momentarily blue to black, before Bulma started to tremble uncontrollably while hugging herself.

 

Vegeta immediately leaped out of his bed and towards her pulling her to his naked hard chest and wrapping his arms around waist and back, in an attempt to calm her down.

 

“What's wrong” he queried, though his voice held only the smallest hint of concern.

 

“I think someone is in by chambers” she stuttered as her trembling made it hard for her to clearly speak “I looked for the guard, but he wasn't at his post and I didn't know where else to go” she finished, calming slightly by the warmth of his safe embrace.

 

Vegeta growled before picking her up and depositing her none too gently on his bed “stay here and do not leave until I return, I'll see who the fuck dares to enter your chambers and also sort out the guard” he finished as he turned to exit his room, locking the doors behind him while his fists began clenching and unclenching as the feeling of rage began to overtake his senses.

 

Vegeta began to make his way towards Bulma's chambers stopping suddenly as the faint smell of blood permeated his nose, causing his nostrils to flare repeatedly. Following the intoxicating aroma of blood as it became stronger; he turned a corner and came to a small utility room door. He slowly opened it to find a young Saiyan guard sprawled out on the floor, blood freely pumping out of the obvious wound that someone had inflicted upon him. Vegeta moved silently over to the guard and crouched beside him checking for a pulse, he found none, and cursing to himself he rose from the ground and continued his way towards Bulma's chambers.

 

Upon entering her rooms his senses became immediately overwhelmed with her scent, it was everywhere, but there was also something else, an unfamiliar scent and it wasn't Saiyan, Vegeta had no idea who it belonged to but knew it was the same person who had killed the guard as it was mixed with the undertone of fresh blood. He stood in the middle of her chambers and closed his eyes spreading out his senses concluding within a few seconds that the perpetrator was no longer in the vicinity.

 

As Vegeta made his way back towards his chambers he crossed paths with Turles who was making his way towards Bulma's chambers with concern spread all over his features, probably having discovered the body of the guard and now racing to check that everything was alright with Bulma. Vegeta snorted at the thought, thinking how ironic that he should show up now once the damage had been done.

 

“Prince Vegeta” Turles began, bowing to his prince to show his respect “Is everything alright, I just found Parra dead in a closet and was coming to check on the princess” he finished.

 

“She is safe, do not concern yourself Turles, just get the guard's body down to the med wing and get them to see what they can find out about his death” Vegeta spat while continuing his way back towards his chambers.

 

Vegeta unlocked his doors and entered his chamber to find his bed empty and Bulma nowhere to be seen, forgetting to search out with his senses, he started to panic which made his rage grow tenfold, he was about to explode when the door of his bathing chamber opened and the new bane of his existence exited.

 

Vegeta could feel the rage burning up inside of him, he had never been in a situation like this, one where he had to gain control of his actions with a mere woman, usually when he was confronted with the female of the species he would just fuck them, then beat them or vice versa and afterwards kill them without a second thought.

 

However with Bulma he had promised his mother years ago that he would protect her and had promised himself that he would never hurt her. He had already broken the latter and now there was the prospect of him breaking both.

 

“Did you find anything Vegeta” Bulma questioned, seeing the anger which was held in his usually stoic features.

 

“Do not concern yourself woman” he growled out, ensuring that he used the word she had so eloquently used to describe herself with.

 

“Don't try and patronise me Vegeta tell me now” she hollered.

 

Vegeta could feel his control slipping, somehow whenever she opened her mouth since his return he had either wanted to silence her with his lips, or with his fist, and this was easily bordering on the latter.

 

“Fine, I'll fucking tell you!, firstly I found your guard dead and lying in his own blood as it poured from his lifeless body, and secondly some intruder has been in your rooms although they were long gone when I got there, is that what you wanted to hear” he finished, smirking smugly at the look of horror that swept across her fair features.

 

Bulma starred at him in abject horror at what he had just informed her and rushed past him in an attempt to flee from his sight, making it only half way to the door as an strong painful hand gripped at her arm causing her to wince in pain and spin round coming face to face with Vegeta, his eyes blacker and more sinister than she had ever seen before in her life.

 

“Where the fuck do you think your going” he snapped, pulling her closer to his body without relinquishing his hold on her.

 

“Away from you, I'd rather die in my own chambers than stay here with a bastard like you” she hissed, while trying desperately to pull herself from his grasp.

 

Vegeta grasped her other arm in his hand and pushed her roughly away from him, causing her body to slam hard against the wall and her robe to open slightly exposing part of her creamy white breast and legs to his enraged gaze.

 

Within a second Vegeta had Bulma pinned against the wall his body pressed hard against her slightly exposed one, his hard muscled chest feeling the soft supple swell of her breasts blocking any chance of escape, with a hand placed at either side of her head.

 

Bulma hitched a breath and closed her eyes to the sensations which were running through her body, she began to tremble with fear at what he might do to her, but she also felt herself becoming aroused at the same time.

 

Vegeta couldn't believe what was happening to him; he was so angry with her and so turned on by her at the same time that he was finding his control almost slipped completely.

 

Warm blue eyes locked with cold black ones, as lips smashed against each other with unbridled passion. Vegeta ran his tongue against Bulma's bottom lip begging for entrance which she allowed. Swiftly he plunged his tongue into her warm wet mouth relishing the fruity taste of her own tongue as it made its own way into his mouth where each one battled for dominance.

 

Bulma slid her hands up Vegeta's chest, around his neck and locked her slender fingers into his rough mane of ebony hair, while Vegeta placed one arm around her back and the other he gripped the back of her head with pulling her even deeper into the kiss.

 

Vegeta pulled his mouth away from Bulma's watching her flushed face as she gasped for breath. He growled low in his throat, as his animalistic side began to take over, he moved his mouth to her neck, running his teeth over her exposed flesh as his grip tightened painfully at the back of her head, grasping her hair and pulling her head back in order to gain better access.

 

Bulma cried out in pain but it went unheard as Vegeta carried on his assault of her neck, his control having already slipped.

 

He pushed his arousal hard against her own, causing her legs to part unconsciously, making her moan with the combination of lust and pain.

 

Vegeta stopped and looked into Bulma's lust filled eyes, “I need you now woman” he breathed heavily “and it won't be gentle, I'm not a gentle man” he managed to croak out, his own way of apologising to her for what he was about to do.

 

“I don't care Vegeta, I need you too” she spoke completely un-phased by his words, she had already had a taste of what he would be like and knew she would not come out of this undamaged, but right now she needed it as much as he did.

 

Vegeta smirked at her then completely released his hold on her and ripped open her robe exposing her perfect unmarred body to his hungry eyes. She shifted slightly allowing it to fully drop to the floor in a pool around her feet.

 

Vegeta then scooped her up into his arms and moved towards his bed, laying her down and crawling over her, where he devoured her lips once more, before biting hard on her bottom lip, causing it to bleed. Bulma winced at the stinging sensation as Vegeta licked and sucked at her bloodied lip, while he became lost by its sweet coppery taste.

 

He then began to move down her throat, neck and shoulders, biting and licking at the salty creamy soft skin, leaving a trail of red welts as he made his way to her breasts. He had never wanted to taste a woman as he did her, usually he would only use them for his own pleasure ensuring that they only felt pain, but with Bulma he also wanted to make her feel the pleasure, great kings he didn't know what was happening to him.

 

He took one of her already hardened nipples into his mouth and began to suck hard, while flicking his tongue over the little peak, relishing the moaning sounds he could hear coming from the woman under him.

 

He braced himself on his left arm while he used his right to grope at her unattended breast pinching the nipple and twisting it hard. Bulma moans of pleasure were beginning to mix with that of pain, which only seemed to make Vegeta's actions become more forceful.

 

Great kings how he loved the sounds of pain caused by his hands, and he wanted to hear more. He moved his mouth from her breast and looked into her eyes, he continued to twist and pinch her other nipple, watching the evident pain he was causing her flitter across her face.

 

He then moved his hand down towards her flower, scraping his nails along the plains of her stomach as he did so, and roughly pushed three fingers into her, causing her legs to lock around his wrist.

 

“Open them” he breathed, barley containing the rage of his desire “I'll try not to hurt you as much as last time if you don't resist” he finished, capturing her lips once more, causing her lip to start bleeding again.

 

Bulma obliged and spread her legs, where Vegeta wasted no time in pumping them in and out of her, feeling the tightness of her walls as they clenched around him. He broke away from the kiss and looked at the flushed face, her eyes staring straight into his, as he continued thrusting in and out of her causing her hips to buck against his hand trying to get him deeper within her warmth.

 

Bulma began to close her eyes as she felt the tightening in her stomach, as her climax began to rock at her body.

 

“Open your eyes, I want you to see me and only me when you come” Vegeta whispered to her.

 

She opened her eyes just as his fingers brought her to her release, his penetrating stare only heightening her climax as her emotions lay bare to him, her mouth opened and his name repeatedly echoed through his room as she rode out the wave of pleasure mixed with the intense pain.

 

Vegeta removed his fingers from her and wiped them across her lips, making her unconsciously slide her tongue across them tasting her self. He then pushed his fingers into her mouth and she sucked at them hungrily, causing him to nearly explode as his arousal became painful.

 

He unwound his tail from his waist and began to push down his pants, freeing his aching manhood from its confines; Bulma grasped his tail as it lashed about behind him, causing him to shudder. He positioned himself at her entrance and rammed into her, tearing a scream from her lips as he broke through her barrier, but he paid it no heed, she gripped his tail harder, as pain racked her body, but instead of causing him to stop, it seemed to push him further into a wild and frenzied pace.

 

He could feel her nails digging into the delicate flesh of his tail, but her weak attempts to cause him pain, only heightened his pleasure, as he pounded in and out of her tightness. It never even crossed his mind that she had never been with a man before, as he moved in and out of her harder and harder.

 

Bulma wrapped her legs tightly around Vegeta's waist as he manically thrust into her, the pain relinquishing any hold of pleasure she had been feeling. Vegeta felt the change in her body and moved his right hand around to her bottom, kneading the fleshiness of it before running his fingers over its opening.

 

Bulma's eyes which she had screwed tightly shut, suddenly flew open as his fingers suddenly invaded her, her mind was suddenly being assaulted with a new sensation which was so intense that the pain was forgotten as her whole body shook with the sudden explosion of her climax.

 

Vegeta growled relentlessly as she shuddered and constricted around his member instantly bringing him to his own climax with such intensity that he thought he might implode, causing him to break her bones with the force of his final thrusts. Bulma let out one blood curdling scream before darkness consumed her entirely.

 

Vegeta gently removed his now flaccid member and fingers from her and grimaced at the sight before him. Her lip was swollen and split, her body was covered in bite marks and scratches, but the worst of it was the flow of blood that trickled out of her womanhood which was beginning to swell and bruise due to the broken bones.

 

He climbed of the bed and pulled up his pants, then gently wrapped her up in a sheet and securely held her tight to his chest while he made his way to the med bay. He kicked the doors open and used his tail to turn the lights on, he then used his hip to release the door on one of the regeneration tanks, removed the sheet and placed her inside and put on the mask.

 

He was about to start the machine up when a voice stopped him dead in his tracks, while on the way here he had been lucky not be seen, but now it seemed that wasn't going to last.

 

“Vegeta, what are you doing, stop, don't push the button” Bardock spoke with all the authority he could muster.

 

“She's fucking hurt you fool, she needs to be healed” Vegeta snarled, his anger beginning to rise.

 

“That she may, but not in that tank, it may kill her” Bardock replied in all seriousness.

 

“What are you talking about, it's set for Saiyan DNA and she is Saiyan” Vegeta retorted, the little patience he had beginning to crumble.

 

“That may be but her makeup is slightly different than yours and mine” he answered in half truth.

 

Vegeta looked at the older version of Kakkarot before saying “Well what do we do”.

 

Bardock walked past him and pushed a panel at the back wall and a door slid open to reveal a whole new room, Bardock beckoned for Vegeta to bring Bulma in there while he readied the specially designed tank for use.

 

Vegeta gently carried Bulma into the new room, noticing the difference in the regeneration chamber to that of the normal ones, it was much narrower in width and once he had place Bulma in it, fixing the mask in place and closing the door, he noticed how the fluid was red in colour instead of blue.

 

Both Bardock and Vegeta sat in silence as Bulma's unconscious body floated gently within the confines of the chamber, its liquid beginning the arduous task of the healing process of which would take numerous hours.

 

Bardock gazed from Bulma to that of the young prince, taking a deep breath he questioned “so do you want to tell me what happened to her”, although he already knew, for Vegeta's scent was all over her.

 

Vegeta just stared hard at Bardock “No” was his simple answer, before he rose and exited the room, leaving Bardock to watch over the princess.

 

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Authors notes - ok that's it for now, thanks to everyone who's been reading and my one reviewer spini