Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lies, Deception, and a Baby ❯ Those Magic Words ( Chapter 17 )

Disclaimer: When I gain ownership of DBZ, I'll re-edit it so that Freeza is always seen either wearing a pink tutu, or ballet slippers, because my baby sister LOVES ballet! (And she secretly loves to torture Freeza, too! But then again … don't we all? It's not as fun as torturing Yamcha, tho!) ^.~

Warning: Lemony Fresh! *smack*

Lies, Deception, and a Baby

Chapter 17: Those Magic Words

Bulma gazed up at Vegeta, her heart in her eyes.

Would he say it? Would he really say those three little words that meant everything to her?

Those magic words?

Vegeta watched the blue-haired bride with hooded eyes, cursing himself for his foolishness.

She wanted him to say it!

Couldn't she understand that his pride wouldn't let him discuss his feelings? Couldn't she understand that he could never tell her how he felt? He could only show her.

And show her he would.

Bulma's blue-eyed gaze intensified as she continued to watch him, waiting.

If he didn't say it, she would have no choice but to marry Yamcha.

Her baby needed a father, and she refused to spend the rest of her life lonely and in love with a man who just couldn't return her affection. Better to spend her life with a loser that loved her and her son than with an asshole that didn't give a damn about either of them.

Or so her head told her.

Her heart, on the other hand, had an entirely different opinion on the matter.

So what if he could never return her love, her heart told her. To spend the rest of her life loving a man, the father of her child, would be worth all the pain she would encounter along the way.

But Bulma, being the logical-minded scientist she was, couldn't trust herself to follow her heart; her intelligent, logical mind had always led her before; she wouldn't abandon it now.

Even though it was this same `logical' mind that got her into this whole mess in the first place …

Bulma was abruptly pulled from her thoughts by a rough growl emerging from Vegeta's throat. An instant later his eyes met hers, and her heart lifted in her chest.

The look in his eyes …

Vegeta turned to Yamcha and looked the human in the eyes. By this time, the scarred warrior was growing nervous, unsure of himself and his success. Even he didn't know who Bulma would choose-and Vegeta's gaze, although incredibly sexy, was still a bit unnerving.

"You're not the only man here who loves her," the Saiyan declared gruffly.

Bulma gasped as her hands flew up to her chest, in a vain effort to calm her rapidly beating heart.

His phrasing may have been a little … awkward, and the words hadn't been directed at her, but … what the hell!

He had just declared his love for her!

In front of a roomful of people!

A moment after this realization hit her, Bulma promptly fainted, falling gracefully back into the fluffy white pool of her wedding gown.

Vegeta was by her side in an instant, holding her tenderly in his arms.

"Woman," he whispered, shaking her gently, "Woman, wake up!"

Slowly, Bulma's eyes opened, and focused on the sight in front of her, above her, the most beautiful sight she had ever seen.

Vegeta, gazing down at her, all the love he felt for her shining in his eyes.

Bulma nearly fainted again from the shock of seeing him like this, but he quickly lifted her up into his arms, and Bulma let out a little shriek as the floor disappeared from beneath her weary limbs, flinging her arms around his neck and burying her head in his chest.

Vegeta just chuckled, and planted a soft whisper of a kiss on her temple.

Bulma blushed.

She couldn't believe this was actually happening!

"There's been a change in groom," he told the old man with the power vested in him to marry them. The old man just blinked back at him and shrugged.

Vegeta smirked.

While Vegeta made an honest woman out of Bulma-which was certainly no small task, after all the lies she'd told!-Yamcha and Puar slunk off to the little room for reluctant brides to make out and drown their sorrows in booze and some of Master Roshi's porn magazines, that Yamcha had stolen last time he had visited the Kame House.

"I declare you man and wife," the old man finally proclaimed after rushing through the rest of the ceremony with a glowering Vegeta standing over him, "You may now kiss the bride!"

Vegeta's mouth swooped down on Bulma's, as he clutched her closer to him, her delicate, fragile body still held firmly in his arms. His tongue swooped past her lips, her teeth, relearning all the glorious textures and crevices that fascinated him so, battling her beautiful, pink tongue with his own masculine, conquering one.

The two of them remained there, exploring each others' mouths and souls, as the wedding guests cheered, granting a standing ovation to the two lovers for such a wonderful show.

Vegeta, completely oblivious to any and all onlookers, would have torn off their clothes and made love to his new wife right there had it not been for the clearing of a throat behind him, and the feeling of someone tapping on his shoulder.

Reluctantly breaking the kiss, he turned around and glared at Dr. Briefs, who stood behind him, still clearing his throat.

Dr. Briefs handed Vegeta a set of keys.

When Vegeta looked at the gift blankly, Dr. Briefs explained, "They're keys to your room at the motel. It's right next door. That's where Bulma and Yamcha were planning on spending their honeymoon, but now that you're her husband-Dr. Briefs shuddered at the thought of having Vegeta as a son-in-law-I guess you're the one that's going to spend the next three days there with her.

Smirking, Vegeta swiped the keys from the older man and took off into the air with his screaming bride still in his arms, clutching at him for dear life.

She hated it when he took off flying without at least warning her first!

Vegeta flew through the large window he had broken through earlier, and looked around. Spotting the motel, he flew towards it. A glance at the keychain told him that they would be in room number 69.

Vegeta grinned. The perfect number for the bridal suite!

So he landed, placing a dizzy Bulma on her feet, and unlocked the door, sauntering into the room to examine it.

It was cheap, but not too bad. The first room upon entering was the shabby living room, with a sleep sofa, two chairs and a TV sitting in the corner-with free HBO, Vegeta noted with a smirk. The bathroom was tiny, the shower stall barely big enough for two. But they could manage, he thought smugly. Bulma was a very flexible woman, especially when wet.

The bedroom drew the most of his attention, however. It was dominated by a large, king size bed in the center, nicely made but with a very ugly, flower-patterned comforter on top. That would definitely have to go, he thought. The rest of the room was of no interest to him, so he didn't even bother looking, just turned around to leer at his bride.

But his bride wasn't there.

Frowning, Vegeta shouted, "Woman! Get in here!"

"No, Vegeta, YOU get out HERE!" Bulma called from outside the room.

Vegeta scowled as he found her standing outside the door to their room. "Woman!" he exclaimed, "What are you doing out there? Get in here!"

Bulma sighed, shaking her head. "You don't understand, Vegeta! It's tradition that the groom carry the bride over the threshold!" She pointed to the threshold with the toe of her delicately clad foot. "I'm not coming in until you carry me in."

Vegeta snorted, angry at her for trying to make him succumb to her bidding. "Fine! Then you'll just have to stay out there!" he shouted angrily at her.

Bulma smirked, crossing her arms over her chest, a move that scared Vegeta to the very core. When she started mirroring his signature moves, that meant he was definitely in trouble.

"If I don't come in," she told him softly, sweetly, "Then you're not going to get any on your wedding night." She turned her nose up at him, smugly.

Vegeta growled as he stalked over to her, picked her up by the arms, then put her down on his side of the doorway.

"There," he spat, "I carried you over the threshold. Now put out, like a good little obedient wife!"

Before she could respond, his mouth was on hers, devouring her and removing all doubts of his desire, of his love, from her soul.

With a sigh, she wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, wanting to feel every single part of him touching every single part of her.

As they kissed, Vegeta lifted her at the waist and carried her into the bedroom, setting her down gently on the bed.

As his body pressed hers down into the soft mattress, his mouth still hungrily planted on hers, Bulma let out a playful growl and broke away, whispering into his ear, "Why don't we use this room as it was intended?"

Vegeta looked down at her with a feral grin. "You mean room number 69?"

Bulma nodded eagerly.

With a growl, Vegeta tore her clothes and flipped her over until her feet were propped up against the headboard. Then he tore off his own clothes and joined her, planting teasing kisses along her thighs before delving into the depths of her womanhood.

Bulma gasped as she felt his tongue probing near her entrance, then penetrating her. Her thighs tightened around his head as she moaned her appreciation for his actions, and quickly placed her own hands on the sides of his thighs, pulling his lower body towards her.

She began nipping at the tender flesh of his inner thighs with her sharp little teeth, causing Vegeta to growl into her passage. Bulma shivered at the sensation of his breath flowing into her as she continued her way up, lingering on the dangling sac for a moment before reaching the center of his pleasure.

It was a whole different experience, seeing him from upside-down. Bulma giggled as she began nibbling at the base, working her way up, at an achingly slow pace, to the very tip. She could feel Vegeta's breath increasing with his heartbeat, deepening as he continued to plunder her with his tongue, sending incredible surges of pleasure jolting through her body. She felt her womb tighten, in preparation for an intense climax like no other, but she attempted to ignore the feeling as she continued to work on him. And as she continued to do her best to make him lose control, Vegeta leashed himself, trying to ignore his own pleasure.

It soon became a contest between them, to see who had more control.

A contest to see who would cum first.

And each contestant was determined to win.

Vegeta angled his tongue in such a way that not only did the base of his tongue rub tantalizingly against her clit each time he thrust it inside her, but the very tip brushed against her g-spot, making her scream with pleasure even at the slighted hint of contact.

Bulma, through sheer will, managed to deny the tightening within her, even though she felt as though she were about to burst. Vegeta was hers, and she planned to prove it to him.

He would never leave her again, dammit!

So she teased him with her tongue, making him want more. Her hands tenderly caressed the base of his erection, her finger gently fondling the balls in the sac behind. She gently, barely kissed the very tip of him, her tiny pink tongue darting out to make a moment's contact before retreating into the warm, wet depths of her mouth. Then her tongue began to surround the head, with gentle licks, brief touches that made his length quiver and jump against his will. Bulma smiled before she took him into her mouth, making him gasp at the feeling of being inside his second favorite orifice. Bulma continued to caress him with her tongue, teasingly, knowing just how to make his control slip, even as she attempted to ignore her own lack of control, and continued moving him in and out of her precious mouth.

She was confident that she would be the winner in this little game of love.

But then again, as Vegeta continued his ministrations, making her writhe and moan, even as she attempted to deny it, he was just as confident as his lover that he would win.

But, as both of them learned shortly, there are no winners or losers in the game of love.

Only equals.

With one final thrust of her mouth, Bulma took all of him, until his tip touched the very back of her throat. She felt the rumbling gush of his seed pouring into her, but her feeling of triumph lasted for only a moment, because she succumbed at the very same moment, to one last thrust of his tongue, and her whole body began to convulse as a scream ripped through her, as the pleasure felt as though it would tear her apart with its utter intensity.

Vegeta felt the same, gasping for breath as he closed his eyes and buried his face in the sweet scent of his sanctuary between her thighs, trembling beneath the sheer delight that grabbed his entire body in the moment of their mutual fulfillment.

Afterwards, they lay silently for a long while. Vegeta's face still lay buried in her treasure, while Bulma nuzzled his inner thigh with her smooth cheek.

They were both completely content, a feeling like neither had had for so long, if ever.

Bulma was the first to speak. "Who won?" she asked gently, not moving from her comfortable position against his muscular thigh.

She could have sworn that she felt Vegeta smile against her. But then again, it could have just been one of his smirks. She would never know. But as she heard his reply, a smile came to her own face, and she figured that her suspicion was probably correct.

"We both did."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Bulma blinked as she came back to reality from her fantasy.

Had she really just dreamed it all?

A small sob escaped from her throat. His lovely words, their lovely night together. It had all been a fantasy as she sat there, in the puddle of her ruined wedding gown, waiting for him to say those three little magic words that would release her from Yamcha and send her straight back into the arms of her Saiyan Prince!

She gazed up at him longingly. Would he act as he had in her dream, with an indirect declaration of his love for her? Even that would be enough for her. After all, beggars couldn't be choosers, now could they?

A vein popped out on his forehead as he stood there, gritting his teeth. Everyone-Bulma, her parents, Yamcha, and all the spectators-wondered what the mysterious Saiyan would do next.

He did what he had always done in the past: The unexpected.

With a low growl, he powered up and punched Yamcha in the face, knocking the human warrior out and sending him flying. Then he reached down, grabbing Bulma by the waist, and pulled her up into his arms as he shot into the air and exited the building through the hole in the window that he had made earlier.

At least a part of my fantasy was right, Bulma thought glumly as Vegeta flew in the general direction of Capsule Corporation. Too bad it was the wrong part!

A/N: Aww, poor Bulma! Just what is it with her and dreams/fantasies anyway?! Heh, I have my reasons for making Bulma into a dreamer! But that doesn't mean that I'm just going to tell you what they are! ^.~

Next Chapter: Bulma and Vegeta have it out in a knock-down drag-out fight to find out who will be the victor in their relationship! But wait a minute-relationships can't have victors! Or can they?

Love, Tina

PS: I'm so sorry it took me so long to get this up!! It's been almost a week! *cries* I'm sorry, but the only excuse I can give is just life in general … a combination of busy-ness and laziness, plus the fact that I just got me a new boyfriend (YAY!!!!!! WOOHOO!!!!) all combined to make me a very bad girl!! I'm so sorry! Please forgive me!! I hope you liked this chapter!! And if not, let me know and I'll make sure to make the next chapter much, much, MUCH better for you!!! ^.^

Shameless Self-Promotional Plug: Chapter 5 of Lemon Fantasy should also be up by the end of the week (as soon as I finish my Kama Sutra reading, which will definitely spice things up a bit! ^.~), which will make that story complete! So you should definitely go read it and fulfill all your lemony fantasies! ^.~ You know what I mean!