Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ I Only Have Eyes for You ❯ Surrender ( Chapter 6 )

Author's Note: Believe it or not, folks, it's over. I can only apologise for the incredible delay - I am preparing my graduation thesis and I have also began writing original fiction. Anyway, I hope somebody out there shall read the last chapter of my very first story.

I must thank you for reading, and especially for reviewing (hey, I have an ego too). My special thanks to Debido who had been kind enough to beta-read this for me.

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She did not scream as she descended, mostly because it had happened so fast. Her descend was almost immediately stopped by a hand gripping the scruff painfully.

"Ahhh!" she cried out, twisting slightly to confirm her suspicion that it was indeed Vegeta who had caught her. She gave a strangled sigh of relief and would have even smiled had the pain allowed her to.

"Ve..vegata! It hurts when you hold me like that!" she breathed out, lifting her arms and trying to cling to him, as to ease the pain.

He did nothing to help her further and, not changing his hold on her, flew them through the window, into the room where he dropped her unceremoniously.

"Ouch!" she complained as she landed on the floor on all fours. "Can't you be a little more consi…!" She stopped yelling as she turned around, sitting on her butt, and made an eye contact with Vegeta. He looked beyond pissed mostly because he looked so deceptively calm.

"And what were you doing?" he inquired calmly, sending shivers down her spine. A calm Vegeta was always something to be feared.

"Um…that's not what you think!" she assured quickly, moving backwards, away from him. She was no longer angry, but scared out of her minds, and she hated herself for feeling so, almost as much as she hated him for having this effect on her.

'Dear Dende, I'm screwed… it's not like that! Not like that! Not now when things were starting to get better!' she thought desperately, trying to came up with a decent solution. He looked so upset, but more than that he looked hurt, because of what he perceived as an attempt to get away from him.

"Vegeta, you..you don't understand. I…"- she bit her lower lip, as she tried to came up with a decent explanation- "I wanna be with you , I really do it's just that I was getting bored and I just wanted to get out!" she babbled, trying to crawl away, to put some distance between the both of them.

She cried out in shock and fright as he turned Super, knowing that it was her last day on this world, and the next thing she knew, she was flying through the air. She landed harshly on her tummy on the bed, and before she could realise what was going on, Vegeta was on top of her, grabbing her shoulders tightly and spinning around so they were face to face.

"What the Hell do you think you're doing?" she yelled, anger surfacing full force, and forcibly pushing away any fear she had been feeling. "Get off me this instant!"

"You will not leave me, do you understand, woman? You will not!" he growled through clenched teeth, tightening his grip on her arms.

Bulma winced as the pressure increased painfully. Dende, it hurt! She was becoming more and more angry- was he going to be violent again? She was sure she had begun to know him, but it seemed that the roughness he had grown with had resurfaced with a double force. She felt like crying and screaming and kicking , and she screwed her yes shut to stop herself from doing so, trying to get back her fleeting sanity.

"Don't you dare ignore me!" he snarled above her and she startled when she realised she had been lost in her own anguish.

" Please.. please .. don't hit me!" she babbled, panic and rage mixing in an unlikely cocktail in her voice. At this point, she was sure she wouldn't survive.

Vegeta above her growled, a deep sound which seemed to reverberate through the room and unexpectedly released her, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. He let out a sound that resembled strangely enough with a sigh, then stood up and turned around to face Bulma, who stood bewildered in the middle of the bed. Their eyes locked for a brief moment, Bulma's still confused and scared and enraged, Vegata's impenetrable. No one spoke the silence of the room being shattered only by the woman's harsh breathing.

Finally Vegeta moved around and headed for the door, opening it with a bang.

"Get out!", he snarled through clenched teeth.

"What?" Bulma shook her head, afraid that she had lost her hearing along with her sanity.

"I said get the fuck out, you bitch!" He almost yelled.

"Hey, take that back, you prick! This is MY fucking home. I leave whenever the fuck I choose to! ", she pointed out defiantly.

"Bulma", Vegeta was now unsettlingly peaceful "Leave!"

"No! What the Hell is wrong with you!"

"It's not working…", he made a gesture of annoyance, upset with himself for discussing such trivial matters. "You are free. Go and leave me alone."

"I will not leave!" she snarled, lifting up to her knees, still in bed. How dare he order around like a … servant woman?! I WILL NOT leave! You can't make me!"

Had she not been so angry, she would have been amused at Vegeta's look of stupor. With energetic moves, she crawled under the coverings, and tucked herself in as tightly as she could. Fighting the urge to poke her tongue at him, she closed her eyes stubbornly and pretended to be asleep, trying to ignore the rational part of her mind which insistently pointed out that it was still broad light outside.

Vegeta came to sit on the edge on the bed, and for some time none of them spoke. Under the coverings it was getting impossibly hot, so Bulma uncovered herself after a couple of minutes.

"Vegeta", she finally called, but the man remained silent.

"Did you?….Um, did you really mean it?", she asked, unfazed by his stillness.

Vegeta turned around and watched her, not saying a word. Bulma's gaze softened and she rubbed the sole of one feat against the small of his back, then moved it to his lap.

"Vegeta!" she mewed, "do you want me to go? To leave?"

"There's no use in denying the evidence, woman. Go and find yourself a human mate, I am through with you."

Normally, the speech would have made Bulma flip. But those were unusual circumstances, so she just crawled to him and embraced him from behind, curling her feet around his waist and putting her chin on his shoulder.

"Maybe I am not through with you," she mumbled and nibbled softly on his ear. "Hm?"

Seeing that she wasn't getting any answer, Bulma decided to get rougher, so instead of kissing his neck, she bared her white pearly teeth and bit on it.

The result was more than she could have ever imagined. In a nano second Vegeta had turned Super Sayan, pushed her off roughly and, snarling, got on top of her, biting off violently on her neck as to reopen the old, scarred wound. Her screaming and fighting only served to enhance his violence, as he tore through her clothes and his.

First one knee, then the other easily parted her thighs, opening her to his assault, unfazed by her angry screams that demanded in the unmistakable tone of a pissed off woman to move his sorry butt off her, lest he should suffer a long and painful demise that would make Frieza's tortures seem like a child' s play.

But, as he went one, his expression like a man in a trance, her anger dissipated leaving Bulma was terrified of the outcome. Vegeta seemed to have reversed to an animal-like state, where the voice of reason could not follow him. The place where he was biting her hurt like hell, and his enhanced aura burned her skin but she knew it was going to be an insignificant wound compared to what he would inflict next. So, she willed herself to relax her body, since fighting only seemed to worsen things and prayed she would live to see another day.

Shutting her eyes, she tried to let her mind fly to a place where she was safe, and in a split second she saw Trunks' smiling face. 'Trunks!', her mind screamed, and her entire body writhed as she unwillingly let two fat tears drop.

Vegeta stopped. It was so unexpected, that for a minute Bulma didn't dare open her eyes lest she was hallucinating, but when she did open them she was confronted with a calmed Vegeta, his eyes and hair jet black once again, a trail of blood still dripping down her chin.

"I would advise you not to challenge my claim again. You would not survive the outcome. I am the strongest. Say it, admit!" he growled, the veins in his neck all too visible.

Bulma's nose scrunched up, though her heart was still beating fast in her chest.

"You have more muscles then me, but that doesn't make you my better!" she pointed out in a trembling voice.

Vegeta, much to Bulma's relief, wiped the blood on his face with one sleeve.

"Get off me!" Bulma growled, and, as he stood still, tried to throw him off.

"Bulma, listen! Be still, woman! Don't ever, EVER, bite me again on the neck."

"I am never EVER coming close to you, don't you worry mister! I am a GENIUS, an incredibly RICH, INTELLIGENT, SUPERIOR being in an breath-taking package, and the sheer fact that I embody this qualities is a frightful fact, a thousand times more scary that that scrunch you call frown! I shall be treated accordingly. You, on the other hand are an APE! AN APE! Maybe after millions of years of evolution you will come to the half of my abilities. I do not allow you to go cave man on me, do you understand? Or so help me Dende, I will send every molecule in your body to a different galaxy, and don't you think I can't!"

He laughed. He actually had the nerve to laugh in her face. She had expected threats, fits of fury, but not this, and especially not this kind of laugher, somehow genuine, purer. It did not change one bit of his expression, though as one might have expected, it merely added another nuance.

He then moved down a little and put his head in the soft bower of her breast, relaxing completely on top of her, still chuckling from time to time.

"So what am I, now the royal buffoon?", Bulma asked in an acerb voiced, but there was a softer note in her voice.

"No, woman, you are the royal mate", Vegeta answered as his hand, seemingly accidentally, moved along her side and rested on her ribs, dangerously close to her breast.

She sneered, remembering. "Or better yet, the royal whore."

"Whatever position you want to assume it's alright with me as long as you're on your back or on your knees."

Bulma's face went tomato red with anger and she growled a "Fuck you!" through her teeth.

"With pleasure", Vegeta replied and captured one pert nipple, sucking it into his ravenous mouth.

"Not like that!" Bulma screamed, trying to explain that she meant it like an insult not an invitation. Even Vegeta should have been able to realise it…oh, who was she kidding, she knew he was just playing with her.

"Oh? Do you prefer another position?", he mocked as his fingers started the slow descent on her belly.

"Yes! It's called "six feet under" and this is where I would like you to be right now"

"Truly woman, I'm hurt!" Bulma's eyes suddenly rolled to the back of her head as she let out an unwilling moan. "apparently, you too are sorry, aren't you?"

"No", she gasped, rotating her hips as much as he would allow it "I am not!"

"Come on, say you're sorry and I'll let you cum. Perchance"

"I", moan, "don't need you to cum", she defied. "I can..do…do it… on my own!"

"Yes, I did teach you that", he replied thoughtfully, remembering their time in the bathtub.

"You needn't teach me anything about my body!" she gritted through her teeth as Vegeta leisurely pushed one finger into the heat of her body. A wicked thought came to her through the haze of the arousal, and, smiling a provocative smile, she clenched her tender inner muscles around the intrusive finger. She had done her best to display a seductive face, but the look of shock on Vegeta's face was too precious, and she couldn't keep the facade on.

Raising up an eyebrow to mock, she added.

"Of course, honey. What could I have possibly achieved without you? You big macho, opening the portals of sexual pleasure for me. Oh, what would have I done without your guidance?", she finished in a taunting, sickenly-sweet voice

After the first moment, Vegeta's expression turned into one of anger. His free hand grabbed on her chin, rather gently for his force, but still a little painful for Bulma.

"Who taught you that? Who was it? The scrawny blond one? That weakling with the stupid moustache?"

"Hey," she protested energetically, "I like moustaches, I'll have you know!"

"Hm, you ought to be out of your mind! Liking men with hair on their faces! Even I am repulsed by such a sight!"

"Wait a minute, how the hell do you know about my dates? Don't tell me you have been paying attention. Why, Vegeta, I'm touched. Who knew you have a romantic side?" despite the teasing tone, it was obvious that at the thought of Vegeta keeping an eye on her, she felt flattered, in an creepy kind of way.

"I," Vegeta's finger curled aiming to hit her G-spot, "do not", Bulma's breath was forced out of her lungs by the power of the impending release of the tension curling in her loins, "have", and she came, surprisingly soft, her orgasm an slow wave of pleasure, which allowed her, because of its tenderness, to experience it mentally, "a romantic", he spat the words with disgust, his figure seemingly distant as he gazed upon her, as if it weren't his finger that was making her come "side," he finished up, bending low to kiss her plump lips.

Her orgasm subsided leaving her both satisfied and unsatisfied at the same time. As interesting as it had been, she just needed more. The glimmer in his eyes, both mocking and a little tender? Told her that he knew exactly what she was experiencing.

"This is how you are," he said in a whisper, locking his eyes with her. "rewarding and frustrating at once."

She smiled.

"Lay on your back, Vegeta, and make no move. If you can, that is," she suddenly commanded, her smile all gone now, replaced by a predatory look that was making his heart swell.

Surprising both of them, he complied, laying on his back in all his naked glory, suddenly making Bulma very proud that this hunk was hers and hers alone. And she had to make him say that for the world to hear.

Languidly, she got on top of him, stretching like a kitten. She was not feeling very comfortable, though because of the width of his chest, so she moved downwards until she found the most comfortable place for her to sit, and … explore.

Carefully tucking a rebel wisp of hair behind her ear, she lifted one finger to her mouth and started tapping is softly against her lips, with the concentrated look of a scientist when approaching an experiment. She met Vegeta's eyes, and smirked in a manner similar to his. Then, she proceeded on doing to him every little thing she had been thinking of.

She touched, licked, sucked, kissed, nibbled and scratched his chest and arms, then extended her attention to the rest of his body, careful to avoid his troubled manhood. She was, after all, torturing him for all the bad things he had ever done to her. Her earlier release was helping her control her own arousal, and her needingful scent, combined with the touched almost made him come like a hurried teenager.

"So, Vegeta", she asked in a deceivingly calm voice, as she was blowing air up and down on his engorged manhood "what do you think about this blow job"

Vegeta thought nothing. After she had finally taking mercy on him and focused her attention on his shaft, he had been sure his orgasm would come almost instantly. Obviously, he had been wrong. The damn woman was still playing with him - unfortunately, only figuratively.

"Vegeta, " she inquired again, lifting her head so that she could look at him, "have you fallen asleep?"

His eyes spoke of torture and agony he was preparing for her but she merely shrugged, as if she were the one with enough power to destroy planets, and lifting herself she sank onto him, revelling in his look of pleasure. She went down, until he was buried to the hilt in her moist womanhood, and stopped.

"Would you die for me, Vegeta?" she asked in a small voice.

"No", he growled and thrust his hips up, going in as deep as he could.

Bulma couldn't hide the small pain his words had caused her. It was true, she was expecting this answer, yet she still had had a small hope he would say yes. Guess, she should have known better.

"But I will kill for you", Vegeta went on.

Despite her current status, she giggled.

"A crazy romantic, that's what you are"

And as she slowly started moving, he told her the things he would do for her, the galaxies he would burn in her name, the people he would slaughter, should she desire that. And in a sick, sick way, she was turned on by his promises. Maybe, after all, she was more similar to him then she would have ever liked. Maybe that's why they fit so well together.

And, as a mind-blowing orgasm approached, her mind focused on just one thought. 'Someday, you would die for me. You will, Vegeta, I know you will.'

Silently, they acknowledged each other's surrender.

~ FIN ~