Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Needed ❯ Good For What? ( Chapter 1 )

Bulma laid in the darkness underneath the protection of her blankets. The only light came from the Gravity Room that was built right outside her window. The humming of the contraptions made Bulma feel not so entirely alone. She let her eyes roam up to the clock on her nightstand, 1:23 a.m. Bulma let out a deep sigh then lowered her sight to the wall before her, staring at a blank spot.

The humming stopped. The light was gone. Total darkness took form in her room. Moments later, the front door closed lightly, sounding of footprints went up the stairs, came down the hallway, stopping in front of her door. It crept open silently, then just as soundlessly closed.

The dark figure strutted over to the bathroom doorway, while stripping its self from the second-like skin of a spandex suit. The light flicked on. Bulma's back faced it while she continued to stare at nothing.

The sounding of the shower door, vibrated open then shut. Water sprung on and pounded down on the tile.

10 minutes later, the foist was shut off, the shower door, opened and closed. Moments later the sound of water running from the sink and brushing of teeth sounded.

Bulma heard the water shut off and then the light was gone, leaving Bulma in darkness once again. Small footsteps approached her bed. The opposite of where her body laid was then depressed, sheets lifted and movement of a body getting comfortable.

A strong arm wrapped around Bulma's waist and pulled her in a bare, hard chest. Lips brushed against her ear then roaming down her long neck. Bulma shivered as her bite mark was lightly sucked on.

The body gently and slowly pushed her body onto her back and hovered above her, placing him in between her legs. Lips roamed over her neck and collarbone. Suddenly, her night shirt ripped away from her body along with her underwear. Bulma's eyes never left that spot on the wall as hands roamed over the sides of her bare body.

A tongue circled around her nipple. His knees spread her legs, making them bend a bit. Hands depressed each side of Bulma's body as he slowly dipped his hips, seating himself inside her, in one slow motion. The man groaned lustfully, not moving one inch, feeling the tightness.

He set a slow pace while sucking on her breast. He brought his face up to meet hers, pushing himself further inside her. His breath trickled down her check. It was then he noticed she wasn't reacting but he ignored it for now, maybe she was just playing hard-to-get since her body was well enough reacting in the lower regions. He set his lips in the crook of her neck.

"Vegeta?"

"Hn." He groaned. His pace went up a notch but still not fast. His breathing became quiet slow pants that evened with ever thrust.

"Is this all I'm good for?"

Vegeta smirked against her skin chuckling deep in his throat. He lifted his head and licked her ear, "No. The gravity room needs to be fixed." He chuckled but then when all he got back was a deep sigh, Vegeta's smirk slowly faded. He stopped his rhythm, and lifted his head to look up at her. Bulma's head was slightly turned away from him. He frowned at this, "If you did not want this, why did you not tell me to stop?" She didn't answer him. He lifted his finger to the side of her face, pushing her head to face him. Their eyes connect. A tear slid down from it and slipped on his finger. Vegeta sighed at the sight of her eyes. He nodded once lightly, reached up and let his lips linger on her for a few moments. Then pulled away and out of her, rolling to his side. Bulma snapped her wide-eyed expression to him, "What?" He narrowed his eyes letting his hand lay comfortable on her stomach.

"Aren't you-Why didn't you-You weren't done?" She stumbled on words trying to figure out what she wanted to say.

Vegeta sighed and pulled her body into his, letting her turn so her back was pressed against his bare chest. He kissed the back of her neck lightly, "You do not want it. It does not bother me. I can control myself."

Bulma found that same spot on the wall while his arms secured her into him. Vegeta felt her body tremble in his arms. He heightened his ki to warm her if that was the problem but when she did not stop he tightened his embrace, "What is wrong, Onna?" He nuzzled her head.

She didn't respond right away, And when she did, her voice was low and cracking, "Just hold me, Vegeta." She whispered turning in his arms, pushing her body as close as she could get to his.

Vegeta tightened his arms in bafflement. Why was she acting like this? Vegeta tried his way of comfort to stop her from her silently sobbing in his chest by making a soft contented purr. She always found that comforting. At least, that's what she told him. Vegeta stared up at the ceiling trying to figure out what would make her cry. He listened steadily to her breathing until at last it was of a relaxed state and her tears had all been shed.

Vegeta searched around the house once more for any intruders before shutting his eyes. He noted his 5-year old son's Ki in resting state down the hall. His mate's parents down stairs in their room. Other then that no unwelcome guests were on the campus. He looked down at his slumbering mate. Vegeta brushed a few stray strands of hair off her face, kissed the top of her head, lightly, then shut his eyes and let himself relax.