Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Hope Leaves ❯ Dying Youth ( Chapter 8 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
Blah! Finally finished moving and exams and all that annoying shit! And i can finally log in to this account again. So there are two halves to this chapter, and I've decided to post the first half now, because I haven't updated in ages. Then I'll finish off the next half soon. THIS CHAPTER: Vegeta's family try to figure out what's been going on, only to find his answers unhelpful and his behaviour strange. Later on in the night, things only get weirder, particularly for Bulma when she finally lets Vegeta back into her bed.
WARNINGS: LEMON
'Been an uneventful couple of weeks then has it?' He queried, smiling eerily.
No reply. Trunks opened and closed his mouth like a fish and Bulma did likewise, but after a considerable period of staring blankly at him, she finally spoke.
'No, its actually been pretty hectic. Its been a big month for the company and, well, we've been-'
'Looking for you,' Trunks finished quietly, staring down at the tablecloth as though something very interesting was happening on its surface.
'But neither of you have anything to say to me?'
'Well,' Trunks stammered, we were hoping you would... tell us what you've been doing.'
'What I've been doing? I suppose that's fair enough. If you must know, I've been doing a lot of thinking. I just needed to get out, get some fresh air. Nothing special.'
'We've been to the hospital Vegeta. The doctors told us everything,' Bulma reminded, a hint of frustration audible in her voice. She wasn't going to let him get out of this so easily.
'I know, you said so earlier. I'm talking about after that. After I took care of it all.'
'Are you sure it's taken care of? Because whatever it was, whoever they were, they must have been pretty powerful to have-'
'You don't have to worry. Its all been taken care of. Trust me.'
'Who-' Trunks started, eyes still downcast, 'who were they?'
'Its hard to explain. To be honest I don't know them personally. I know who they worked for though. But we can talk about that another time. For now I just want you both to know how sorry I am for everything that's happened in the past few weeks,' he said with a deep sincerity they had never heard in his voice before. They both looked up at him in shock. Bulma's mouth hung open for a moment.
'It wasn't your fault hun. We know that. You know that,' she said softly. 'Look, its been a long day. I'm going to bed. She stood, gently touching his wrist. 'Put Bra to bed could you, please? Then come upstairs. You look like you need some sleep.'
'Sure,' he replied, getting up and leaving the room with the child in his arms. Bulma stared after him, and when Trunks got up to leave, she placed her hand firmly on his shoulder, stopping him. Vegeta was well out of earshot by this time. She slowly exhaled, and Trunks could see her brows knitting, signaling that she was deep in thought.
'I know,' he said, as if he had heard her thoughts. 'He's acting weird.'
'I... I think he's still sick. Just keep an eye on him while I'm at work, would you hun? Tell me how he's doing. I don't know if we can convince him, but I want him to see a doctor. Those drugs could have really affected him. See if you can talk him into it, could you? He just... doesn't listen to me anymore.'
'And you think he'll listen to me?'
'Maybe.' She sounded so dejected, and looked so different. Trunks had never seen his mother look the way she did now, with her hair uncombed, her cap lopsided, and silvery tears forming in the corner of her eyes. She was actually beginning to look old. He reached over and pulled her to him, trying to comfort her with a hug. Her expression instantly softened. Although he often drove his mother nuts with his misbehavior, he cared very much for her. As he'd grown older they'd become very close, sharing a strong bond just as the boy from the future had with the Bulma of that time line.
'It's alright mum. Don't get upset. He'll be alright. Maybe he really is just sorry. Forget what I said. Maybe he's not acting weird at all... don't be upset. Please?'
She stroked his hair. 'What would I do without you baby?' she murmured, then she softly slipped away from him, and retired to her room. Instead of getting up to leave, Trunks waited nervously at the table, hoping his father would come through the kitchen on his way back from Bra’s room. Sure enough, he appeared in the doorway a few minutes later.
‘Hey dad,’ he said slowly, swallowing. The prince stared at him with disinterest, making the situation even more uncomfortable.
‘Um, I just wanted to talk to you about something.’
‘Oh really?’
‘Yeah…’ He fell silent again, wondering how to put it. ‘About before you went away…’
‘Ah yes. I was expecting that, sooner or later. Out with it then, what have you got to say for yourself? I want to get to bed sometime this evening,’ he sighed, sounding bored. There was no hint of anger in his expression or tone. Maybe he’s not pissed off about it anymore, Trunks thought. Fuck. I shouldn’t have brought it up.
‘Well, it’s just that I wanted to apologise for how I behaved. It was dumb. Actually that’s an understatement, it was completely-’
His father held up a hand, silencing him. ‘That’s enough. Let’s just forget it happened. I’ve been thinking the last few weeks. And I don’t really know why I reacted the way I did. It was irrational. It really wasn’t as serious as all that. I suppose you were just having fun. It’s only natural, at your age.’
Once again, Trunks was shocked and sitting there with his mouth hanging open.
‘What’s gotten into you? Turned into a fish while I was away have you?’
Trunks promptly shut his mouth, his cheeks colouring slightly. ‘N-no. Thanks dad. I’m glad you’re not angry… I’m still sorry though, I’m really sorry for going mental like that,’ he stared imploringly at his father, who was already walking off in the direction of the stairs.
‘Don’t worry,’ the prince said, looking back at him and smirking. ‘I won’t say anything to your mother.’
'Thank you...'
Trunks couldn’t believe it. Had his father just admitted he was wrong? Not only that, but had he just admitted he was wrong when he technically wasn’t? He sat at the table, holding his head in confusion, wondering what the hell was going on. But then another thought occurred to him.
‘Why the hell am I questioning this?’ he said to out loud, suddenly feeling very pleased with himself despite the unease in the pit of his stomach. A cheeky grin curled the corner of his lips. ‘This is the best thing I could possibly have hoped for!’
He was about to get up to go to bed, and hopefully have the peaceful night's sleep that had been eluding him lately, when he heard one of his grandma's porcelain vases that had been sitting on the fridge shatter behind him. As he looked over his shoulders at the jagged shards all over the floor and tried to detect any possible sensation of intruders, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. There was definitely no one here, no one at all, at least not that he could pick up on. Walking slowly towards the remains of the glass, he knelt, picking up a piece.
'What is going on around here...' he whispered, staring down in bewilderment. The glazed fragment in his hand glinted back at him coldly, actually hurting his eyes. He looked away, swearing. Again there was a sound somewhere behind him, this time a gasp. To which he responded by spinning around with an arm outstretched and ready to finally incinerate whoever it was that was causing them all this trouble. Alas, only his grandmother stood in the doorway. With her hands over her mouth she ran over to her now ruined vase and fell to her knees, tears streaming down her face.
'Oh! Oh no...'
'Aww, nan. I'm sorry. But it wasn't me, it just sought of fell, I don't even know how it was possible... we'll get you a new one.'
'No sweety, it was one of a kind!' She wailed pathetically.
'Well we'll get you a better one. Come on, its getting late,' he put his arms around her and helped her get to her feet.
'Goodness,' she sobbed. 'It's- so cold. Who keeps- turning on the cooler...'
***
Upstairs, the prince sat down next to Bulma on their bed. His eyes roamed over her body and facial features, thoroughly inspecting every aspect of her. She wasn't what she had been 20 years ago, with the lines around her eyes and mouth telling stories of years gone by, more prominent than they might have been had she not persisted in her dirty smoking habit. He smiled cruelly. On the bright side, her body was still firm enough and her beauty, while fading, hadn't left her. A man would have to have to be mad not to find her desirable.
'What are you looking at?' she said tiredly, not really liking the look on his face, and when he lifted his hand to her cheek she flinched.
'What's the matter woman? Didn't you miss me? You're acting like a frightened rabbit.'
'Don't Vegeta. Not now. I'm glad you're back, and I appreciate your apology, but we have a lot of things to sought out before we go back to the way we were before, got it?'
His grin only widened as he withdrew his hand, holding it out in front of her, then in a movement faster than she could see, pinned her against the wall. She growled loudly and fixed him with a formidable glare.
'Have you gone deaf or something?! Knock it off you jerk!'
'Oh I heard you, be sure of that. But there's something I want you to hear as well. I don't want things to be as they were, and I don't think you do either, whether you realise yet it or not. You see, I've been thinking lately-'
'Well that's the biggest surprise I've had all week-'
'-AND I've developed a new perspective on things,' he continued forcefully, with a glint of anger in his eyes. 'I've noticed that over the course of the past year or so, you've begun to get sick of me and I think it's because neither of us are quite what we used to be. I've become docile and pathetic like you humans and you can't stand the dullness of it. There's no more adventure or danger in any of this. You've lost any trace of the thrill you once lived for, so you've buried yourself in meaninglessness and work.'
'You've finally realised that all the fun and games are over and that you'll spend the rest of your life working yourself to the bone to keep your father's company going, that all those romantic fairy tales you love to watch on the television won't ever come true. You're finally beginning to feel old, even to look old, and there's nothing you can do about it,' he finished with a look of satisfaction at the tears that had formed in the corners of her eyes, which she closed for a moment. He loosened his grip on her and was busy relishing her look of defeat, so it caught him off guard when she suddenly freed her wrist and slapped him across the face, shoving him away as roughly as she could manage.
'You ASSHOLE!!' she screamed lividly. 'If you think you can tell me what I feel then think again mister! We humans are not pathetic! And how dare you say I look OLD!!! You're one to talk with that ugly mug of yours!'
'That's the spirit!' He sprung forward again, this time pinning her under him. 'Get angry, it almost makes you look young again!'
The prince threw back his head and laughed like a madman, while Bulma's vigorous struggling beneath him only fueled his amusement. To silence her irritating protests he captured her lips hungrily with his own, drinking deeply the raw scent of her fear mingling with growing lust. Heated fingers closed around her breast and squeezed far too hard, bringing forth a muffled whimper from deep in her throat. Despite all this, a fire was burning in Bulma's belly, fueled by her rage. Yes, she was completely and utterly enraged with him, a feeling that catapulted her backwards into a time when they used to revel in their anger, when it would incite a passion that was youthful and unrestrained. It seemed so long since she'd felt that spark between them, making her realise the foolishness and unreality of all the soapy and chick flick fairy tales of happily ever after that she so loved in her girlhood. Vegeta had a blatant and tasteless way of speaking the cruel truth, one of his many callous qualities, but she had always loved him just as he was. And now he had changed, as had she. There was no lie in his words.
Her body began to yield to his, the struggling practically a ruse by now. There was nothing in the world she wouldn't give to regain her youth, to go back to adventuring and inventing, away from business conventions, parental worries, and the wrinkles around her eyes. Even if only for a while.
'Come with me,' he whispered calmly in her ear. 'Just don't ask me where we're going.' With that he hoisted her over his shoulder roughly and blasted off out the window. She squealed at the top of her lungs.
'Ahhhhhhhhhhhg not again! This is the second time todaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!'
Some time later they touched down in the same forest Vegeta left not so long ago. They were in a dried river bed, over which trees had fallen, shielding them from some of the cold night air. Bulma was dropped carelessly onto the foliage.
'Hey, what's the big idea Vegeta? Where the hell are we?'
'Don't know. Not really sure why I came here. Seems familiar somehow,' he replied. 'Get up.'
'Hmph. Why should I? You know very well that you can't order me around your highness,' she taunted. But truthfully she wasn't so upset anymore. The chill air made her feel lively, a strange contrast with the hypnotic effect of the numerous stars above them in the clear night sky. She smiled dreamily. Everything was so clear and pristine out here, reminding her of her adventures with Goku when she was just 16, roaming through the wild one on crazy adventure after another.
'Beautiful...' she murmured, suddenly noticing that Vegeta had crouched down beside her.
'Who said you could sit there? I'm still mad at you for grabbing me you know.'
'Stop pretending.' His voice was so low that it was difficult to make out what he'd said. His hand snaked its way around her neck, pulling her lips to his. Pulsating energy dissipated from within him into her, igniting the blood in her veins like a lighter. Something was very different, and she couldn't say she didn't like it. He took hold of her shoulders and pushed her to the ground, pinning her under him
'You never answered my question before. Do you remember?'
'Yeah yeah tough guy, I missed you. Now shut up and show me why you brought me out here,' she giggled, sobering a little when she noticed the intensity in his eyes, another reminder of long ago, of the man he had been before she had even come to know him as a friend or a lover. She had missed him although she didn't much like to admit it, being just as proud as her husband, but no amount of pride could distract entirely from the emptiness of her bed at night, or the sad look in their daughter's eyes. Though she wasn't entirely sure if the same man had come back to her, it seemed the change was for the better. Warm hands took hold of her nightgown and tore it clean open, surprising her as he lowered his mouth to her breast, biting down hard enough to make her gasp out loud. She could feel warm liquid making a slow trail downwards from the deep bite mark, somehow heightening her excitement. What had come over her? Perhaps it was the crisp scents of the forest laced with the sharp smell of sweat, the feeling of the moist earth permeating her hair and skin, or the chill air against their heated bodies mesmerising her. She felt herself being flipped over and shoved against the wall of the river bed
The scent of her blood made him heady as he breathed it in, pushing aside what was left of their clothing so that he could enter her, and none to gently either. Her sharp intake of breath spurred him on rather than slowing him down. His hips slammed into her again and again, the movements growing more fervent the more pain crept into her pleasure filled, ragged breathing. She was starting to whimper so he pushed his fingers into her mouth to silence her, not caring if he was hurting her, and curled his other hand between her legs where he could put it to better use. As the wet heat of her insides clamped around him, the prince could keenly sense that she was torn between resistance and desire, but which of these won out was none of his concern. She wasn't going anywhere.
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WARNINGS: LEMON
“Dying Youth”
Deep under the surface I keep the love.Older and aware of a hidden and universe.I pray to be young, and pray to be inspired.But words of your tongue blister like fire.I can't let you go, Slow down, don't leave.Dying days of my youth, Over take me.
-10 years
***
The family of four sat stiffly around the table in complete silence. Bulma, Trunks, and little Bra had waited weeks to see Vegeta return home safely to them, but now they were finally together again, nobody knew what to say. Bra seemed the most pleased to be reunited with her father, she had clung to him since the moment he'd walked in the door. Now she had fallen asleep where she had nestled herself in his lap. The prince stared down at the odd little creature, then at the other two individuals opposite him at the table. The woman looked tired and confused, and the boy was nervous, having refused to look at him throughout the entire meal. A smirk touched the corner of his lips.Deep under the surface I keep the love.Older and aware of a hidden and universe.I pray to be young, and pray to be inspired.But words of your tongue blister like fire.I can't let you go, Slow down, don't leave.Dying days of my youth, Over take me.
-10 years
***
'Been an uneventful couple of weeks then has it?' He queried, smiling eerily.
No reply. Trunks opened and closed his mouth like a fish and Bulma did likewise, but after a considerable period of staring blankly at him, she finally spoke.
'No, its actually been pretty hectic. Its been a big month for the company and, well, we've been-'
'Looking for you,' Trunks finished quietly, staring down at the tablecloth as though something very interesting was happening on its surface.
'But neither of you have anything to say to me?'
'Well,' Trunks stammered, we were hoping you would... tell us what you've been doing.'
'What I've been doing? I suppose that's fair enough. If you must know, I've been doing a lot of thinking. I just needed to get out, get some fresh air. Nothing special.'
'We've been to the hospital Vegeta. The doctors told us everything,' Bulma reminded, a hint of frustration audible in her voice. She wasn't going to let him get out of this so easily.
'I know, you said so earlier. I'm talking about after that. After I took care of it all.'
'Are you sure it's taken care of? Because whatever it was, whoever they were, they must have been pretty powerful to have-'
'You don't have to worry. Its all been taken care of. Trust me.'
'Who-' Trunks started, eyes still downcast, 'who were they?'
'Its hard to explain. To be honest I don't know them personally. I know who they worked for though. But we can talk about that another time. For now I just want you both to know how sorry I am for everything that's happened in the past few weeks,' he said with a deep sincerity they had never heard in his voice before. They both looked up at him in shock. Bulma's mouth hung open for a moment.
'It wasn't your fault hun. We know that. You know that,' she said softly. 'Look, its been a long day. I'm going to bed. She stood, gently touching his wrist. 'Put Bra to bed could you, please? Then come upstairs. You look like you need some sleep.'
'Sure,' he replied, getting up and leaving the room with the child in his arms. Bulma stared after him, and when Trunks got up to leave, she placed her hand firmly on his shoulder, stopping him. Vegeta was well out of earshot by this time. She slowly exhaled, and Trunks could see her brows knitting, signaling that she was deep in thought.
'I know,' he said, as if he had heard her thoughts. 'He's acting weird.'
'I... I think he's still sick. Just keep an eye on him while I'm at work, would you hun? Tell me how he's doing. I don't know if we can convince him, but I want him to see a doctor. Those drugs could have really affected him. See if you can talk him into it, could you? He just... doesn't listen to me anymore.'
'And you think he'll listen to me?'
'Maybe.' She sounded so dejected, and looked so different. Trunks had never seen his mother look the way she did now, with her hair uncombed, her cap lopsided, and silvery tears forming in the corner of her eyes. She was actually beginning to look old. He reached over and pulled her to him, trying to comfort her with a hug. Her expression instantly softened. Although he often drove his mother nuts with his misbehavior, he cared very much for her. As he'd grown older they'd become very close, sharing a strong bond just as the boy from the future had with the Bulma of that time line.
'It's alright mum. Don't get upset. He'll be alright. Maybe he really is just sorry. Forget what I said. Maybe he's not acting weird at all... don't be upset. Please?'
She stroked his hair. 'What would I do without you baby?' she murmured, then she softly slipped away from him, and retired to her room. Instead of getting up to leave, Trunks waited nervously at the table, hoping his father would come through the kitchen on his way back from Bra’s room. Sure enough, he appeared in the doorway a few minutes later.
‘Hey dad,’ he said slowly, swallowing. The prince stared at him with disinterest, making the situation even more uncomfortable.
‘Um, I just wanted to talk to you about something.’
‘Oh really?’
‘Yeah…’ He fell silent again, wondering how to put it. ‘About before you went away…’
‘Ah yes. I was expecting that, sooner or later. Out with it then, what have you got to say for yourself? I want to get to bed sometime this evening,’ he sighed, sounding bored. There was no hint of anger in his expression or tone. Maybe he’s not pissed off about it anymore, Trunks thought. Fuck. I shouldn’t have brought it up.
‘Well, it’s just that I wanted to apologise for how I behaved. It was dumb. Actually that’s an understatement, it was completely-’
His father held up a hand, silencing him. ‘That’s enough. Let’s just forget it happened. I’ve been thinking the last few weeks. And I don’t really know why I reacted the way I did. It was irrational. It really wasn’t as serious as all that. I suppose you were just having fun. It’s only natural, at your age.’
Once again, Trunks was shocked and sitting there with his mouth hanging open.
‘What’s gotten into you? Turned into a fish while I was away have you?’
Trunks promptly shut his mouth, his cheeks colouring slightly. ‘N-no. Thanks dad. I’m glad you’re not angry… I’m still sorry though, I’m really sorry for going mental like that,’ he stared imploringly at his father, who was already walking off in the direction of the stairs.
‘Don’t worry,’ the prince said, looking back at him and smirking. ‘I won’t say anything to your mother.’
'Thank you...'
Trunks couldn’t believe it. Had his father just admitted he was wrong? Not only that, but had he just admitted he was wrong when he technically wasn’t? He sat at the table, holding his head in confusion, wondering what the hell was going on. But then another thought occurred to him.
‘Why the hell am I questioning this?’ he said to out loud, suddenly feeling very pleased with himself despite the unease in the pit of his stomach. A cheeky grin curled the corner of his lips. ‘This is the best thing I could possibly have hoped for!’
He was about to get up to go to bed, and hopefully have the peaceful night's sleep that had been eluding him lately, when he heard one of his grandma's porcelain vases that had been sitting on the fridge shatter behind him. As he looked over his shoulders at the jagged shards all over the floor and tried to detect any possible sensation of intruders, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. There was definitely no one here, no one at all, at least not that he could pick up on. Walking slowly towards the remains of the glass, he knelt, picking up a piece.
'What is going on around here...' he whispered, staring down in bewilderment. The glazed fragment in his hand glinted back at him coldly, actually hurting his eyes. He looked away, swearing. Again there was a sound somewhere behind him, this time a gasp. To which he responded by spinning around with an arm outstretched and ready to finally incinerate whoever it was that was causing them all this trouble. Alas, only his grandmother stood in the doorway. With her hands over her mouth she ran over to her now ruined vase and fell to her knees, tears streaming down her face.
'Oh! Oh no...'
'Aww, nan. I'm sorry. But it wasn't me, it just sought of fell, I don't even know how it was possible... we'll get you a new one.'
'No sweety, it was one of a kind!' She wailed pathetically.
'Well we'll get you a better one. Come on, its getting late,' he put his arms around her and helped her get to her feet.
'Goodness,' she sobbed. 'It's- so cold. Who keeps- turning on the cooler...'
***
Upstairs, the prince sat down next to Bulma on their bed. His eyes roamed over her body and facial features, thoroughly inspecting every aspect of her. She wasn't what she had been 20 years ago, with the lines around her eyes and mouth telling stories of years gone by, more prominent than they might have been had she not persisted in her dirty smoking habit. He smiled cruelly. On the bright side, her body was still firm enough and her beauty, while fading, hadn't left her. A man would have to have to be mad not to find her desirable.
'What are you looking at?' she said tiredly, not really liking the look on his face, and when he lifted his hand to her cheek she flinched.
'What's the matter woman? Didn't you miss me? You're acting like a frightened rabbit.'
'Don't Vegeta. Not now. I'm glad you're back, and I appreciate your apology, but we have a lot of things to sought out before we go back to the way we were before, got it?'
His grin only widened as he withdrew his hand, holding it out in front of her, then in a movement faster than she could see, pinned her against the wall. She growled loudly and fixed him with a formidable glare.
'Have you gone deaf or something?! Knock it off you jerk!'
'Oh I heard you, be sure of that. But there's something I want you to hear as well. I don't want things to be as they were, and I don't think you do either, whether you realise yet it or not. You see, I've been thinking lately-'
'Well that's the biggest surprise I've had all week-'
'-AND I've developed a new perspective on things,' he continued forcefully, with a glint of anger in his eyes. 'I've noticed that over the course of the past year or so, you've begun to get sick of me and I think it's because neither of us are quite what we used to be. I've become docile and pathetic like you humans and you can't stand the dullness of it. There's no more adventure or danger in any of this. You've lost any trace of the thrill you once lived for, so you've buried yourself in meaninglessness and work.'
'You've finally realised that all the fun and games are over and that you'll spend the rest of your life working yourself to the bone to keep your father's company going, that all those romantic fairy tales you love to watch on the television won't ever come true. You're finally beginning to feel old, even to look old, and there's nothing you can do about it,' he finished with a look of satisfaction at the tears that had formed in the corners of her eyes, which she closed for a moment. He loosened his grip on her and was busy relishing her look of defeat, so it caught him off guard when she suddenly freed her wrist and slapped him across the face, shoving him away as roughly as she could manage.
'You ASSHOLE!!' she screamed lividly. 'If you think you can tell me what I feel then think again mister! We humans are not pathetic! And how dare you say I look OLD!!! You're one to talk with that ugly mug of yours!'
'That's the spirit!' He sprung forward again, this time pinning her under him. 'Get angry, it almost makes you look young again!'
The prince threw back his head and laughed like a madman, while Bulma's vigorous struggling beneath him only fueled his amusement. To silence her irritating protests he captured her lips hungrily with his own, drinking deeply the raw scent of her fear mingling with growing lust. Heated fingers closed around her breast and squeezed far too hard, bringing forth a muffled whimper from deep in her throat. Despite all this, a fire was burning in Bulma's belly, fueled by her rage. Yes, she was completely and utterly enraged with him, a feeling that catapulted her backwards into a time when they used to revel in their anger, when it would incite a passion that was youthful and unrestrained. It seemed so long since she'd felt that spark between them, making her realise the foolishness and unreality of all the soapy and chick flick fairy tales of happily ever after that she so loved in her girlhood. Vegeta had a blatant and tasteless way of speaking the cruel truth, one of his many callous qualities, but she had always loved him just as he was. And now he had changed, as had she. There was no lie in his words.
Her body began to yield to his, the struggling practically a ruse by now. There was nothing in the world she wouldn't give to regain her youth, to go back to adventuring and inventing, away from business conventions, parental worries, and the wrinkles around her eyes. Even if only for a while.
'Come with me,' he whispered calmly in her ear. 'Just don't ask me where we're going.' With that he hoisted her over his shoulder roughly and blasted off out the window. She squealed at the top of her lungs.
'Ahhhhhhhhhhhg not again! This is the second time todaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!'
Some time later they touched down in the same forest Vegeta left not so long ago. They were in a dried river bed, over which trees had fallen, shielding them from some of the cold night air. Bulma was dropped carelessly onto the foliage.
'Hey, what's the big idea Vegeta? Where the hell are we?'
'Don't know. Not really sure why I came here. Seems familiar somehow,' he replied. 'Get up.'
'Hmph. Why should I? You know very well that you can't order me around your highness,' she taunted. But truthfully she wasn't so upset anymore. The chill air made her feel lively, a strange contrast with the hypnotic effect of the numerous stars above them in the clear night sky. She smiled dreamily. Everything was so clear and pristine out here, reminding her of her adventures with Goku when she was just 16, roaming through the wild one on crazy adventure after another.
'Beautiful...' she murmured, suddenly noticing that Vegeta had crouched down beside her.
'Who said you could sit there? I'm still mad at you for grabbing me you know.'
'Stop pretending.' His voice was so low that it was difficult to make out what he'd said. His hand snaked its way around her neck, pulling her lips to his. Pulsating energy dissipated from within him into her, igniting the blood in her veins like a lighter. Something was very different, and she couldn't say she didn't like it. He took hold of her shoulders and pushed her to the ground, pinning her under him
'You never answered my question before. Do you remember?'
'Yeah yeah tough guy, I missed you. Now shut up and show me why you brought me out here,' she giggled, sobering a little when she noticed the intensity in his eyes, another reminder of long ago, of the man he had been before she had even come to know him as a friend or a lover. She had missed him although she didn't much like to admit it, being just as proud as her husband, but no amount of pride could distract entirely from the emptiness of her bed at night, or the sad look in their daughter's eyes. Though she wasn't entirely sure if the same man had come back to her, it seemed the change was for the better. Warm hands took hold of her nightgown and tore it clean open, surprising her as he lowered his mouth to her breast, biting down hard enough to make her gasp out loud. She could feel warm liquid making a slow trail downwards from the deep bite mark, somehow heightening her excitement. What had come over her? Perhaps it was the crisp scents of the forest laced with the sharp smell of sweat, the feeling of the moist earth permeating her hair and skin, or the chill air against their heated bodies mesmerising her. She felt herself being flipped over and shoved against the wall of the river bed
The scent of her blood made him heady as he breathed it in, pushing aside what was left of their clothing so that he could enter her, and none to gently either. Her sharp intake of breath spurred him on rather than slowing him down. His hips slammed into her again and again, the movements growing more fervent the more pain crept into her pleasure filled, ragged breathing. She was starting to whimper so he pushed his fingers into her mouth to silence her, not caring if he was hurting her, and curled his other hand between her legs where he could put it to better use. As the wet heat of her insides clamped around him, the prince could keenly sense that she was torn between resistance and desire, but which of these won out was none of his concern. She wasn't going anywhere.
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Reach in her womb, sheltered from strife.Bearing the gifts, burdens of life.I've prayed to stay young, but soon will be expired.An age of innocence, long since goneThose who are looking backwards, chose to live as statuesFrozen, fractured, youthful laughter
fades...
Next half of the chapter (O_o): Bulma, becoming increasingly afraid, tries to figure out what to do about her husband's odd behaviour. Bra has something to say about it but nobody is listening to her except Goten, and it might be up to him to help Vegeta, who has all but forgotten who he really is.Reach in her womb, sheltered from strife.Bearing the gifts, burdens of life.I've prayed to stay young, but soon will be expired.An age of innocence, long since goneThose who are looking backwards, chose to live as statuesFrozen, fractured, youthful laughter
fades...
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