Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lies, Deception, and a Baby ❯ Morning After ( Chapter 14 )

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Warning: Lemon … and déjà vu? Or better yet: Lemony déjà vu!

Lies, Deception, and a Baby

Chapter 14: Morning After

Bulma awoke slowly, curling under the covers and murmuring to herself, "Just five more minutes."

Then a cold breeze blew past her, hitting her like a bucket of cold water.

She shot up in bed, hugging herself against the chill.

The floor-to-ceilling window, which also acted as a doorway to her private balcony, stood wide open, the sheer curtains waving in the breeze.

Bulma frowned. She could have sworn that she had closed it before going to sleep. As she hopped out of bed to close it, before anymore cold air could get in, she stepped on something soft. Looking down, she noticed one of her pillows on the floor, as though it had been thrown there.

And the bed, she noticed now, appeared very rumpled. She smiled, remembering her dream. It had felt so real! As though Vegeta had really come to her, held her in his arms, made love to her.

Bulma sighed. She had probably tossed and turned in her sleep as she dreamt all that. A perfectly reasonable explanation for the messed up bed, and the pillow on the floor. The open window, on the other hand … well, she had probably just forgotten to close it! That's all.

It's not like Vegeta actually visited her, and she somehow happened to incorporate it into her dream.

With another, more despondent sigh, Bulma shuffled over to the window, and shut it as a single tear slipped down her cheek.

What I wouldn't give to see him again …

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Vegeta, meanwhile, was thinking upon the same lines.

This is foolishness, he chastised himself. The woman screwed up, obviously. But she is contrite about what she has done, and quite possibly willing to beg for forgiveness. He smirked. It would be fun, making her beg for him.

Even more fun than last night.

Vegeta shivered with pure desire as he recalled the previous night's adventure. Surprisingly, she hadn't woken the entire time he had made love to her.

She probably thought it was all just a dream.

But Vegeta knew better.

~~**Flashback**~~

He had flown around for hours, his head a complete mess. Here he had come back because of the woman, and not only was she carrying his child, she had lied to him, and planned to let that baka weakling raise it!

He was furious. He could barely see straight through the red, blinding rage. So he went on a spree of destruction, destroying anything in his path. Shrubs, trees, mountains. None escaped his wrath.

When he finally calmed down, he found himself flying, unconsciously, in the direction of Capsule Corporation. Upon arrival, he noticed that Bulma's light was off, so he went to train in the gravity room for a few hours, working off the rest of the anger.

It worked, too. After the training session, he was completely relaxed. So he went upstairs, took a shower, and then headed for Bulma's room, clad only in a pair of navy boxers.

He grew annoyed when he realized that her door was locked. He couldn't very well break the door down; that would just get her screaming and yelling at him, and in the mood he was in, he didn't want to deal with the woman's loud mouth.

So he flew up to her window-and found it locked, too.

Gritting his teeth, he threw aside his pride-and knocked.

Imagine his surprise when Bulma crawled out of bed and came to the window, holding aside the sheer curtain and peering up at him with distant, vacant eyes, like a sleepwalker.

Vegeta frowned, staring at her. The woman was still asleep!

He stood there, waiting for her to unlock the window. She didn't move, just stood there, staring at him blankly, as though she were looking right through him. That thought made him shiver.

"Open up, Woman," he said gruffly.

She didn't physically react to his statement, but a moment later he heard her mouthing the words, "I've missed you. I've been waiting for you."

"Then open the fucking door!" His patience was fast reaching its limit.

She blinked once, then frowned, then complied, unlocking the door and opening it for him. Her eyes, though open wide and revealing the utter blueness within, were still clouded in sleep.

Vegeta shook his head, taking her by the arm and leading her back to her bed. How could she sleep at a time like this? All the times they'd been together, he'd never once known her to sleepwalk.

When they both sat on the bed, she murmured his name, and leaned forward to kiss him. He turned away, and felt her lips brush gently against his cheek. Then against his jaw, his neck, traveling downward. He pushed her away from him, his pride unwilling to allow him to take advantage of a sleeping woman-although, from the heat in her kisses, she certainly wasn't acting like she was asleep.

I'll be she's dreaming about me, he smirked.

Little did he know how right he was.

She lay on her back, against her pillows, staring up at him with those beautiful, vacant blue eyes.

She's so beautiful, he thought to himself. He had been stunned by her beauty since the very first time he saw her on Namek; he had been hooked at his first glimpse of her creamy skin, her soft, blue hair, her warm blue eyes. He had been unable to look away ever since.

Which is why her actions pained him so much. Did she have so little trust in him, as a man, that she thought he would abandon her and their child? Though their child would indeed be a half-breed, he would also be the heir to the Saiyan throne. And as for her … he had tried to abandon her once already, and that had lasted all of two weeks before he came crawling back, throwing his pride away because he felt somehow incomplete without her.

He reached his hand forward, cupping her chin as his thumb stroked her cheek.

"Why did you do it?" he asked softly, even though he wasn't sure whether or not his voice would invade her dreams.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she continued to stare at them. He couldn't bare to see her cry, even if she were asleep. So he gathered her up in her arms and held her against his chest as the tears slipped out, and she let out pitiful little sobs of pure sadness.

As he held her, she began mumbling in her sleep; she told him about all her doubts, her insecurities. Everything she had been thinking when she began lying to him. She bared her soul to him through the veil of tears, answering all his questions, and then some.

"Oh, Vegeta," she whispered at last, as the tears came to a halt. "I've been so stupid. How could you ever forgive me?"

He gently kissed the top of her head; it was alright, because she was asleep and would never know. "Foolish woman," he murmured, finally giving in to the urge to touch her.

She wore naught but a tiny scrap of a nightgown, easily removed from her perfect body. He gazed down at her, naked lust in his eyes, as he remembered all the long nights spent in amorous pursuits, just the two of them.

Much to his surprise, the sleeping girl responded with enthusiasm to his advances, she began tugging at his boxers, and, smirking, he let her remove them from his body, revealing his large, rampant erection to her languid ministrations.

Leaning forward, she took his length deep inside her mouth.

Moaning, Vegeta leaned back and let her tongue do its magic. Even asleep, her oral skills were magnificent. He felt his tip touch the back of her throat as she engulfed him; looking down to see her blue head in between his legs, moving slowly up and down, up and down, made him growl low in his throat, and pull her up, so that he could kiss her-he didn't want to cum just yet.

He gently pushed her down onto her back. Then, grabbing a pillow from against the headboard, he stuck it under her hips, and lifted her legs above his shoulders. Then, he began his feast.

She screamed as he sucked and licked her, entering her with his tongue. Her head thrashed about wildly against the pillows; her hands clutched at the sheets, her nails digging in as far as they could go. He chuckled as she grabbed one of the pillows and pulled it over her face to muffle her screams as she went over the edge.

Sitting up, he grabbed the pillow from her and tossed it aside.

"No, Woman," he warned her, smirking, "Don't muffled your screams. I want to hear them." He leaned over her, staring down into her wide, unseeing eyes. "I want to hear you scream for me," he declared, thrusting into her warm, wet depths.

She closed her eyes then, and he could feel himself losing her; he could feel her falling back into sleep, away from him.

He wouldn't let her.

"Open your eyes, Woman," he growled. He could see her struggling; a part of her wanted to just fall asleep and let go of the physical realm, embracing her dreams fully. The other part wanted him to continue, wanted her dream to reach its conclusion. The latter part won over, and she opened her eyes, staring up at him, but instead of seeing him, she saw a dream image.

"You will never turn away from me again, Woman," he challenged her, his thrusts emphasizing his words. "You are mine. You will always be mine. Do you accept this?" The question was a mere formality; however, on Vegetasei, when a man wished to make a woman his mate, she had to accept him as hers, as well. There were other, rougher customs involved with mating, too, but he knew Bulma's fragile human body would not be able to survive them.

"Yes," she replied, looking straight into his eyes. Almost as if she could actually see them … "I accept."

She accepted him as her mate.

With a growl of pure lust, set off by his victory, his pace increased, and he felt her inner muscles clench tightly around him.

"Vegeta! I love you!" she cried out, caught up in the midst of her climax.

Vegeta's eyes widened. She hadn't said what he thought she'd said … had she? At the thought of her saying those words to him, he could no longer control himself. He gave in to his need, closing his eyes and throwing his head back as a feral, primitive cry emerged from deep inside his throat. His seed gushed inside her, and he shuddered for several long moments above her before finally collapsing at her side, breathless and panting.

"Woman," he asked her once he had recovered his breath, "did you mean it?"

He had to know. He had to know her feelings for him, whether she truly loved him, or she had just been caught up in the moment in her dream. Either way, he had to know for sure.

She smiled at him. "Yes, I meant it," she said simply. He felt her soft, delicate hand brush against his cheek.

His hand caught hers and held it to his cheek as he stared down at her. Part of him wanted to tell her how he felt. He had finally come to terms with himself, with the fact that he had-he shuddered involuntarily-feelings for the woman. Tender, affectionate feelings at that.

His pride, however, had other ideas. His pride, although reluctantly willing to accept the glaringly obvious fact of these feelings, refused to let her in on the secret. So all he said was, "good."

Watching her face fall was the saddest moment of his life-and he had seen a lot of things that would make a grown man burst into tears. He hated seeing her that way.

He knew exactly what she wanted; but he couldn't give it to her.

Not yet, at least.

He frowned. There were things he had to do, preparations to be made. He glanced out the window; dawn was but a few hours away. He had better start now.

With a simple "I will return, Woman," and a quick kiss, he rose from the bed, naked, and flew out her window.

He stopped by the gravity room to get some clothes, then continued with his errands.

Wouldn't she be surprised when he came back.

~~**End Flashback**~~

So here he was, debating on whether or not he should just swallow his pride and go back to her, or hold out until she came crawling back to him.

It was a tough decision.

On the one hand, if he went back to her, it would give her power over him; she would smirk at him, `give him a taste of his own medicine,' as she liked to call it. But then again, at least he would have her.

If he waited, however, there was no telling what things the foolish woman might do. She might convince herself that, even if he were to return, she didn't want him. She might decided to start lying to him again. She might even go back to that human weakling!

At the thought of Yamcha, Vegeta shuddered with disgust.

The man wanted to fuck both of them!

Well, he wouldn't let that bastard get his hands on Vegeta's woman!

With a growl, Vegeta made up his mind, and set off for Capsule Corp.

Too bad all that thinking-and reminiscing-had made him too late to stop the wedding.

A/N: Whoo, yeah. Evil cliffy, no? Well, I think we all know just what's going to happen next …

Oh yeah, and that was basically the same lemon as the last chapter, except this is what really happened, from Vegeta's pov! Hehe. I'm so cheap. Rehashing the same lemons over and over … -.-;;

Next Chapter: Guess what movie I saw last night? The Graduate. Yep, you know what that means! I just have to pay homage to such a great film. ^.~ Besides, don't you think a young Dustin Hoffman would make a great Vegeta? I mean, they're both short … and they're both hot … and Mrs. Briefs does flirt with Vegeta a lot … ^.~ Hehe!

Love, Tina