Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Love cannot be chosen or be broken ❯ Tasting purely her ( Chapter 3 )

Hello everyone I have decided to give an update, found my usb so im happy, and another piece of good news is I got a new computer!!! And I love it to bits, I would like everyone to ignore a recent review I have received from a person known as “spitfire Maguire” I have dealt with her claim and hopefully she will stop and read a story properly before making false accusations. If you are unsure I encourage you to read the story she has accused me of plagiarising called “Unexpected love”, I would feel I have no reasons to explain myself to her or anybody for a crime I have not committed she has hurt me deeply but I will continue this because I have done nothing wrong if you have read my recent works you will know I abhor plagiarism and would not think of doing something so disgusting. Also my language in this story is a necessity if anybody feels the language is too foul for their tastes then by all means leave now.

 

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Tasting purely her

 

Vegeto was faced with a site. There she was the Raven hair goddess, her hair undone from the usual bun and splayed out on the bed, clashing with the white silken sheets making her look like an angel of death. Crystalline tears present at the corner of her eyes never fading as they fell leaving a glittering trail. She lifted a finger and wiped the clear liquid away, and ran a shaky hand threw her beautiful midnight hair.

He whimpered how he wished to do that, she was beautiful even with the emotional pain feigned across her delicate features. She began to sit up, her eyes were supposed to meet her son's but instead she met Vegeto's. An audible gasp passed from her lips.

 

“O my Vegeto, I thought you were still on the look out”, she began to wipe her eyes, desperate to hide her weakness, it was too late he had seen the evidence.

 

Vegeto made his way to her bed, removed his gloves and caressed the sheets momentarily.

 

“You hurt a lot don't you”

 

She shook her head rapidly. “Nonsense, why will I hurt? I have my boys back and everybody made it out of this terrible ordeal alive” her eyes betrayed her as more crystal seeped from the world known as her eyes. She wiped at them and mumbled.

 

“You have no need to hide those from me” Vegeto said as he took a seat near her, she shifted away from him. He frowned she had no need to fear him or feel uncomfortable. He reached out his hand to caress her face but she jerked away.

 

“You do not need to fear me; I just want to dry your eyes”

 

“Its ok I have a handkerchief” He cursed softly at her resourcefulness that was his Chichi never the one to be unorganised.

 

She whipped it out of the sleeve and began dabbing her eyes; she then returned it quickly and turned her body to face me.

 

“I guess you have come to collect some clothes, or your power pole give me a moment, while I get them” she began to get up Vegeto grabbed her arm to stop her moving.

 

“That's not the reason I have come, please sit down” Vegeto wanted to just hoist her unto his lap, but she already showed slight distress at his presence. He didn't want to push his luck.

 

She nodded, she then began walking away from him, he looked confused until he saw her pick up an oak chair and place it by the bed she then took a seat and looked at him expectantly.

 

“Do you hate this body that much”, he had to ask, for her not to want to be on the same bed as him, stabbed him emotionally.

 

She didn't meet his eyes and instead played with her fingers, “Of course not, I loved you your just different I need to get used to it”

 

“So you don't love me anymore” He asked, he moved closer to her while she was playing with her fingers unaware.

 

“What kind of question is that? I love you you're my Goku, but then you aren't”

“So does that mean I'm excused from the full extent of your love” he whispered, close to her ear.

 

Chichi jerked surprised at his closeness. Her chair tilted back she was about to fall back on the floor, when Vegeto's quick reflexes grabbed her and stopped her from tumbling with the chair.

 

“You're somebody else's husband, I can't like you that way anymore” she began to push his hands away from her waist but they remained steadfast.

 

“I'm nobody's husband, this body gives me a chance at life a different life” he whispered very close to her red lips.

 

“If you aren't anybody's husband, then you aren't mine please let go” she said almost desperate.

 

Vegeto's eyes narrowed before letting go slowly, he turned his back on her he heard her shuffling and lifting the chair back into an up right position.

 

“I want to live here” he stated, he wasn't one for beating round the bush.

 

He heard her gasp again, “But what about Bulma and Trunks, I mean it's lovely for you to visit but you can't live here”

 

He snorted at the mention of the genius, “Do you not want me to live here?” he faced her; she had fear laced on her features he really hated seeing it. He couldn't see the reason why she would be scared.

 

“Well you can live here, but it may lack the facilities capsule corp. has I think it is better you stay there”

 

“I did live here, please stop assuming just because I have Vegeta in me I am totally him” he answered somewhat irritated, “answer my question Chichi do you not want me to stay here”

 

Chichi fiddled with the sash of her dress, “Well I don't mind, if you feel most comfortable here then stay if you must”

 

“Then it's settled” He then locked eyes with her, “Where do I sleep?”

 

Chichi face fell she looked like she was about to burst into tears again but she stood up straight and walked past him.

 

“Follow me to the guest room” she muttered, as she walked briskly. Vegeto softly cursed he knew that she would never suggest them sharing a bed but he just had some lunatic hope that she would just fall into his arms and make taking her as a mate easier.

 

He followed her, his eyes falling on to her tight rump he groaned the memories of Goku assaulting his senses he wanted to renew the memory afresh as his own. He wanted to show her what he could do not only as a lover but as a friend, father and her life mate. But for now he had to take a back seat and let her get used to him, he would confess his feelings to her another time when he was sure she wouldn't dismiss his emotions as ludicrous.

 

She opened the door to the spare room, and stood aside for Vegeto to get passed. She was leaning right into the door almost to avoid body contact. It sickened him did she find him unattractive; he mentally shook his head he was pretty sure he had retained his Saiyan good looks.

 

“Here you go, its not very big but I'm sure for one person its fine”, Vegeto looked around the modest room, it did serve all the facilities he would need.

 

“Thank you”

 

“We'll go shopping tomorrow for stuff you need” she said, “Unless you don't mind some of Goku's old stuff”

 

“I used to be the guy, why not?” he shrugged it didn't bother him.

 

“I just thought you might be uncomfortable in his stuff, because you're not him anymore”, he could tell it was paining her to say it, he decided maybe shopping for clothes tomorrow would be a good idea. He wasn't trying to replace Goku, so a change in clothes would be in order.

 

“I've changed my mind we will shop for necessities tomorrow” she nodded robotically and left Vegeto to his musing.

 

He looked round the Sea blue room, and regarded the white sheets it was like the ones in Chichi's room. He walked up to it and fingered it carefully; it held slightly the same texture. Did it smell like her?

 

He brought the silken sheets to his nose, and took a long drag. It held some of her scent but most of it was mixed with other scents of his sons and the forest, Vegeto frowned he wanted to lose himself in her scent. He had noticed that his Saiyan instincts were more acute everything affected him including her. He was fighting them ever since he walked into his previous room, seeing her there lying on the bed was madness. The need for her was paining him, he was sure if she was Saiyan she would have smelled his arousal.

 

He looked at his straining trousers, the temptation to please himself right there was great, he sensed that all ki's were stable and he was sure nobody would bother to barge in on him.

 

He removed his trousers hastily, grabbed the edge of his boxers and lowered them to the floor. He stared down at his need, his shaft stood tall should he? He had never done anything like this in either of his previous bodies and yet he was in the middle of a room with his trousers down willing to take his thick rod into his hands and seek miniscule relief, for a woman he had already tasted.

 

And he could feel the taste on his mouth; he just wanted to dip his tongue in her wetness he could remember the memories of Goku; he would lay her down on the bed and lap up her cum when she came, the bittersweet essence of her would seep out of her cavern and she would squeal every time his tongue invaded and sucked her while he rolled her nub teasing it to produce more juices.

 

His hand unconsciously moved to his shaft, starting of with light brushes to the tip, and running a thumb roughly over the slit of the head. His eyes rolled to the back of his head his hands would have to be a substitute for her. He knew when he would finally have her it would be her hands here instead of his.

 

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Chichi was washing dishes; she was in a hurry to get to her room for an early night in. The tension between her and the combined Goku and Vegeta was become too much. She knew that it would be hard to have him round the house but she was not about to cast him out for something he could not prevent or help, and that was being himself.

 

She noticed him looking at her a little too much, and every time she would meet his onyx eyes he seemed to be calling her. The glances were too much and the accidental brushes against her hand were to frequent.

 

She so wanted to dismiss this as her imagination, but the looks he gave her resembled Goku's look she wanted to wipe it away. How was she supposed to grieve for her husband when he was walking around but in another's body and held so many characteristics he could be passed of as a brother.

 

His chiselled jaw and smile was Goku all over, but when describing his battle to a very excited Goten, the smirks that showed amusement were Vegeta. He was a handsome man; she knew that but to go far as too finding him attractive she cast out the idea like the plague. She was loyal to Goku, but his stance and body was Goku and his face was made up of mostly Goku.

Yet the smirks, the flame hair forgetting the two locks that hung near his eyes, his ability to cast respect into any person with his use of words and intellect.

 

They were Vegeta.

 

And to say she wasn't attracted to that side would be like telling some one it was daytime when it was in fact night.

 

She heard a scuffle and turned around saw Vegeto, standing close to her. She moved a little she wanted distance from him, she didn't trust him, or herself.

 

“Do you need Help?” he asked, looking at the mountain of dishes situated on the table.

 

“No it's alright I'm used to it” Chichi chirped, she turned back to the dishes ignoring him.

 

Vegeto moved his head slightly to the side shook it and ignored her. “I'll help its no biggie” he grabbed the plate she was washing.

 

“No Vegeto I normally wash dishes”, a mini game of tug of war began.

 

Chichi was losing patience she could see by the way his eyes sparkled and his ever growing smirk that he was enjoying this.

 

“A little help hurt nobody” he whispered, mocking her a little.

 

She growled a little causing Vegeto to smirk a little, she gave a giant tug and surprisingly he let go but because of the force of the pull she fell causing the plate to clatter on the floor causing her a deep cut on her palm.

 

Vegeto bent down to her level, concern laced on his features.

 

“O chichi I'm so sorry” his eyes darted to her palm as regret flowed on to his eyes.

 

Chichi noticed and shook her head, “It was an accident” she look at her palm and cradled it to her bosom.

 

Vegeto took her palm, he looked at her as she locked eyes with him he eyes darted back down at the cut blood leaking and falling onto her purple dress.

 

He bent his head examining the cut closely, and smelled the crimson liquid.

 

Chichi looked at him in confusion she didn't know what he was doing and having him this close to her was causing her a certain type of heat.

 

“Its ok ill clean it” she said trying to take away her hand, but Vegeto still held it to himself, he sniffed it again, moaned slightly then began to lap at the blood.

 

Chichi was entranced with the act, she knew that she should have pulled away her hand and ran to her room but she couldn't.

 

She saw him give her palm a final lick, crimson blood staining his lips he licked around is lips trying to taste any droplets that escaped.

 

“Why did you do that” she murmured.

 

“Saiyans do that when they want to taste their mates”

 

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