Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Links of Destiny ❯ Chapter 9

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Bulma didn't hesitate. Quietly she hurried across the yard where the gravity room was located. From afar she had seen the Saiyan Amazon going in and had not liked it one bit. Ever since her arrival things had turned for the worst. Vegeta had resumed his old self again and it hurt Bulma terribly. She became restless the moment she saw Fhazha entering Vegeta's sanctuary, his gravity room. Everyone knew that he didn't allow anyone to interrupt his training, his space was off limits ...even to her

What type of power did this Saiyan Woman have over him?
Yes, she was restless and worried, for she was able to feel the tumultuous emotions that had been plaguing him ever since HER arrival. Bulma used to have the ability to feel him and to read him completely, for there had been no barriers between them, but now, it was as if their bond had never existed, as if he was hiding from her and that worried her to no end. She was afraid to lose him, because Vegeta was too unpredictable and one could never be sure with him. She feared that Saiyan woman, for Bulma suspected that there was more to her past than what she had revealed and she was sure it had to do with Vegeta. The way they acted when they were around each other spoke volumes. It had been painful to feel Vegeta restless every time Fhazha was around. She couldn't take the uncertainty any longer and as she neared the gravity room, her fears intensified for she dreaded what she might discover. Bulma speeded up and as she reached her destination she silently slipped inside just enough to see the two of them arguing. The saiyan woman was shouting and pleading, but Bulma could tell that whatever she was saying was in vain for Vegeta looked unmoved in his usual forbidding self. Bulma felt frustration wash over her for they were both speaking in what she could guess was the Saiyan language. She became alarmed when she saw Vegeta's fearsome dark brows drawn together gleaming with anger. She shrank back in fear, but to her amazement the Saiyan woman did not, on the contrary, she looked just as fearsome as Vegeta and for a moment she felt awe, for no one dared ever step up to him. Only she had gotten away with it and even Bulma knew when not to cross the line. Vegeta didn't blast the amazon saiyan into pieces as Bulma had feared. He just barked something at her as he crossed his rock hard arms over his chest.

"Then have it your way! I could care less what happens to you anyway!"
Bulma heard as Fhazha switched from saiyan to her own language as she stormed out of the gravity room, forcing Bulma to hide before she saw her. Soon after Fhazha was out of sight she went in.

"What was that all about?"
Vegeta turned around with surprise in his eyes as he saw Bulma there...

"What do you mean Woman? And what are you doing here?"

"Well, since I saw HER come in, I figured the rules had changed and this wasn't off limits any more. Besides, I would like to know what exactly is going on; Does it have anything to do with those two Saiyans that have been lurking around all this time? That old coot has been pushing you to go with him wherever that planet is and I have the feeling that you are going away...with her as well...Well...are you?"

"If I am woman, that is none of your concern!"

"None of my concern!"

For a moment Bulma didn't know what to say, the hurt that his words had caused was too great. She couldn't fathom that after all this time he would treat her so callously and if indeed he was leaving, deserting her yet again, it sure as hell was her concern...

With unshed tears in her beautiful cerulean orbs Bulma told him almost choking with every word..
"I think I have proven myself to you and I refuse to believe that you are blind to the hurt your callous actions cause me. I have waited for you time and time again. Every time you indulged in your little tantrums. Every time you abaonded us. I have been patient all this time because I DO love you, but I don't think I can make it through another period of uncertainty not knowing whether you'll come back or not, not knowing whether you're dead or alive. If you are indeed leaving us, I just want you to know that I won't be here waiting for you and perhaps it would be better if you didn't bother to return at all...ever"

With those last words unable to hold back her tears Bulma just turned away and left a dumbfounded Vegeta behind. His scowling gaze followed her until she disappeared around the bend of the house. He was most displeased with her attitude and he refused to fall for her little tirade. She was only trying to manipulate him, he thought, and he would be damned before he let her control his actions. Yet, deep inside he was troubled by that ultimatum, but he pushed it away determined to follow his course.

"Damn them both! Nobody dictates to me!"
Why are both women so exasperating? Couldn't they understand the importance of his decision? How could he let the possibility of proving himself once and for all slip through his fingers? Of proving to everyone, especially himself, that he was the strongest being in the universe?
This was the opportunity he had been awaiting, the chance to prove to them that he was the strongest Saiyan Ascendant in the World, to finally prove to Kakarrot, who was the stronger of the two and then he would truly be the King of All Saiyans.

"I'll show everyone...by the blood of All Saiyans...I'll show them!"
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..."Yesssss baby, ohh yesssss...."

The muffled gasps of pleasure and Yaumcha's words of passion-laden encouragement were the only sounds in the small apartment.
He was lying on his back enjoying the ministrations that the raven-haired beauty was lavishing on his engorged member....
Her gorgeous silky mane fell in cascades teasing his abdomen; the jerky movements of her mouth driving him insane as her wet pink tongue laved every inch of his swollen cock and balls. He placed his hand on her head pushing her, encouraging her to suck him faster and harder while he used his other hand to playfully pinch her puckered nipples and caress her swollen breasts. Beads of sweat covered both their bodies as her movements became frenzied, the suction of her lips and throat urgent..faster. Before Yaumcha lost control, denying her the release she truly deserved for sucking him most deliciously, he stopped her, grabbing her arms and turning her around positioning her on her hands and knees. He squeezed her ass almost cruelly, but her cry of pleasure told him she enjoyed it. Grabbing her hips with both hands he rubbed himself against her. He started teasing the delicate opening of her ass with the tip of his cock, finding with his other hand the swollen pulp between the junction of her slender thighs. He stuck his middle finger inside her wetness, almost exploding as she arched her back pushing and writhing against him....

"Ooh! Please now!" she cried out...

Without any preamble he opened her cheeks and viciously thrusted his pulsating shaft into her hot and wet flesh, growling in pleasure as he thrusted in and out in a frenzied ritual of carnal delight. Yaumcha screamed his triumph filling her completely, pushing the entire length of his cock inside her as he let ecstasy enfold his senses while his body stiffened and jerked as wave after wave of pleasure overtook him.
They both lay exhausted on the bed, but as the feeling receded he got up picking up his clothes...

"Where are you going?" the satiated beauty asked him.

"I have to go honey, thanks for a wonderful time"

And without giving her the chance to make a scene, he made his escape most expeditiously. As he walked toward his apartment, Yaumcha felt a pang of guilt for using her like that, yet he couldn't help himself. He detested the idle chatter, the insipid conversations, or perhaps it wasn't even that. Truth be told he just couldn't give any woman more than sex. There was only one woman whom he yearned for and he had screwed that up big time. Closing his eyes he let his memories of the past enfold him, of days when she had been his and no one else's. Yet he had messed up and big time,and all because he couldn't keep his dick in his pants.

He had been devastated when he had realized that Bulma had been dead serious that last time she had broken up with him. After catching him with yet another woman she had had enough. His painful shock had been immeasurable when he had found out that months later she was pregnant and from none other than that ruthless arrogant son of a bitch Vegeta!

He had wanted to blast the arrogant Prince to pieces, but he knew his own limitations. Vegeta surpassed him in strength a million times over; there was no doubt about that. He almost paid with his life to learn that truth first hand, when foolishly he had entered the gravity room thinking he could withstand its intensity at the same level as Vegeta. How wrong he had been, the embarrassing truth of his own weakness had almost killed him as he had struggled with all his might to reach the darn switch that would turn off the machine and save him. No, there was no doubt that Vegeta was superior, and could -if he felt like it- blast him into a million pieces with just a flicker of his hand. That is what burned his innards with hatred, envy and frustration. To lose the woman he loved to such a heartless bastard and one he couldn't step up to was almost unbearable. Maybe he would have been content had she been at least happy, but that wasn't the case. Vegeta treated her like shit all the time with his coldness and abrasive attitude, something that Yaumcha had never done. No matter how unfaithful he had been, he had treated her like the little princess she was. When they had been together all his attention had been for her, he had been solicitous and sensitive to her needs, making her feel loved and cherished, granting her every single capricious wish, while Vegeta...Vegeta was the opposite. And that was something he couldn't understand, Bulma's willingness to stay with the arrogant dog.

Yet he shouldn't be surprised, if anything Bulma was a loyal woman, something she had proved to Yaumcha time and time again and that is what hurt the most. Yaumcha knew that the moment she had given herself to the blasted prince it would be forever. He had to admit to himself though, that at least Vegeta possessed one virtue he didn't, faithfulness. No, Yaumcha couldn't deny him that. Vegeta had always been faithful to her...until now.

He couldn't forget that day when he had found him with Fhazha on the glen near Goku's house. They had looked so intimate and intense making Yaumcha suspicious. What man in his right mind would reject such a gorgeous creature like Fhazha? There was no way in hell that any man would be able to resist her, not even Vegeta. Just by looking at her Yaumcha would get rock hard. The Saiyan woman was exquisite; there was no way that Vegeta wouldn't savor her secrets if given the chance. He had been torn that day in whether to tell Bulma or leave it be. But now, the more he thought about it the more he was convinced that Bulma didn't deserve to be lied to. She deserved to know who Fhazha really was and what she meant in Vegeta's life. Yes...she needed to know, for wasn't enough all she had suffered with him? Must she suffer the same fate at Vegeta's hands as well?
Yes, she needed to know.
With that resolution Yaumcha decided to go to her and tell her everything and everyone be damned, for he didn't care that he had agreed to keep silent. He still loved her and he couldn't stand by while she was being deceived. He could only smirk bitterly, for the irony of his own hypocrisy wasn't lost on him, but he didn't care, better that she knew the truth than to suffer again.