Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Needed ❯ Done With It ( Chapter 12 )

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Bulma stepped into her empty room, flipping off the lights that lit her room wanting darkness. She shed her clothes as she made her way to the bathroom, looking for a long and quiet shower.

She stepped in the hot spray, smoothing out her hair, letting her hands slide down her soft skin. Bulma let her mind wonder.

She missed Vegeta. How could he burn her mark? Just the thought brought an all too familiar sting to her eyes. She never thought that a single bite mark could mean so much to her but she figured that now she was Sayian things like that meant something deeper then the scar. It meant completion. And now her half was burned away.

A touch on her waist made her shriek, unconsciously backing herself up into a wall by rising her power level. Her heaving chest was pushed against a flesh wall of muscle, her arms pinned to her side, and her breasts scrunched between them. Vegeta's black eyes stared into hers intensely, burning with a desire she had long ago missed. She could say nothing, her mouth opening to ease her own aching need, his body so close, so tight, so hot. He leaned in as if to kiss her, she closed her eyes in waiting but she felt his lips touch her cheek, slowly caressingly baring down on her skin over and over again till his wet tongue reached her mark where he gently draped the tip of it across it. Her moan sounding as music in his ears, his name rolling off her open lips. He took a deep breath filling his senses with her delicious scent that he had missed these past years. His body reacted instantly to her, his need pressed against her thigh.

He licked the tip of her ear, biting down on it ever so lightly. "You want me?" He whispered demandingly, in a whisper that caused chills to roam down her spine. His voice so deep and raspy.

"Always." She whispered.

Vegeta's hands loosed on her wrists allowing her to wrap him up in her embrace. His fingers gilded down her thighs. "How bad?" He swallowed her mark between his lips, his tongue teasing it roughly.

She unconsciously puffed out her chest, bucking her hips, "Bad." She managed to squeeze out between her moans.

Vegeta gripped her ass tight between his fingers lifting her up on the wall. His mouth now grasping her nipple while her legs wrapped around his waist, pushing his shaft to her need. "Bad enough to do anything I ask?" He whispered against her heated skin, the tip of his length brushing her drenched bottom lips.

"Anything." Her fingers danced in his hair, shoving him to her aching breasts.

"Anything…Even…Kill?" He dipped his hips, shoving himself inside her groaning at her tight entrance receiving her low open mouthed moan.

"Kill…" She whispered panting against his ear.

"Kill…"

He shifted, pounding hard inside of her once again. "Yesss…" Bulma whimpered. Vegeta hurried a steady pace, the wall cracking behind her, her nails digging into his shoulders while she threw her head back to lean against the till in her cries. "Gods, Vegeta… Anything."

Minutes later, she succumbed to her long awaited orgasm, screaming into his lips as he kiss her mouth to keep her quiet. His moments stalled when his own hit right after hers, playing her tongue, jerking in spasms every few seconds. Slowly, her strength in her legs decreased, he pulled out still attached to her lips as her feet touched the ground.

They soon separated, panting brutally against each other's mouth, her eyes gradually met his. "You will kill Dagan." He ignored her shocked features, kissed her roughly then left the shower. Bulma hurried out, behind him catching clothed on the rail. "You have one week." With that he flew off, leaving Bulma to fall on her bed in tears.

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How long had she sat here? The sun was setting and if she remembered correctly she had gotten in her jet before sunrise. But then that was on the other side of the world. Alaska was her exact location. The Mass Destruction Unit of Capsule Corps. Stood in the naked land of the human less quadrant.

Why was she here?

Her body shook and Bulma was quick to clamp her hand over her mouth to keep the bile from rising. Already this day she had released the contents of her stomach three times. There was nothing now but Bulma felt none of it.

Trunks was with his grandparents safe and comforted. The child that she thought she had lost was returned to her and he was perfect once again. He seemed no defiance beside his now more independent attitude. He was the only thing at this moment that was keep her with breath in her body. He was her light and that was all she needed to hang on too.

Tears have been shed. Too many to be proud of. And yet they still dripped with no control.

But there was no other choice. This was the only way. It is the only way to satisfy him. Then he would come back to her. What was left anyway.

Her human conscious was bleeding with it's hatred, with pleading words to not go through this. It was her human heart that was leaking the blackest tears. But the Sayian part of her, whispered words of assurance. Words that contradicted. Words that were soothing, and coaching, and pacifying.

She held her head tightly, with the migraine that pounded in her head. Why won't they ever shut up! Just leave her the fuck alone!

Bulma stood. It was time to go. He was home. This is where he is. Where she had sent him.

Her body trembled with anguish but she walked out the door and stepped out onto the snow. She walked steady the sound crunching beneath each footprint, reminding her that she was getting closer and closer. Tears fell without will to stop.

Minutes, too short no matter how slow she walked and she was at the beginning of his property. She stood there for hours it seemed. The quarter moon shined down on her, giving her warmth and comfort.

The door opened. "Who's out there?" It was him.

He stepped out from under the shade of the balcony roof and into the snow and light. "Bulma?" Dagan nearly ran to her, wrapping his arms around her. "Bulma, are you okay? My neighbor called and said someone had been standing out here the past hour." He pulled back, holding her arm-length away. "Are you Okay?"

Her tears fell and her eyes were dull. But her hand rose to the middle of his stomach. Her lip trembled and her face contorted in it's pain and she seemed suddenly out of her coma, "I'm sorry, Dagan." She sobbed.

He gazed at her in question but his lips fell apart and his eyes widened in their surprise. His hands tightened around her arms, his eyes slowly brokenly lowering finding the blood soaked middle that used to hold his stomach. Bulma's bloody hand dropped and the movement caused his own downfall, dropping to his knees. He looked back up at her, Bulma's sobbing face held him no comfort. Dagan collapsed sideways in the snow.

Bulma grabbed her soaked face in her hands, crying brutally within them, falling to her knees and burying her face in her thighs.

Footprints sounded and they stalled next to her. Her fist slammed in the snow again and again, crying incoherent words and screaming them to the heaven above to forgive her.

The hand touched her shoulder and Bulma flinched away, "Don't touch me." She whispered brokenly. Vegeta straightened, crossing his arms. "Just leave." She pleaded. Her hair fell about her and she moved her head to the side to look up at his smug features. "No more. I won't do anymore. No more. I'm done, Vegeta. I'm done." She buried her face back in her thighs caring nil for the movement.

Power erupted and the next time Bulma opened her eyes, no longer was the body of Dagan before her but the ashes. "Get up. You must leave now." Bulma did not even blink as she stared at the burnt ground. "Get up, Onna." He gripped her arm and pulled her to her feet. Her eyes still not moving from the ashes. "Woman." He shook her, "Bulma." Her eyes slowly moved to his. "Go home." The stern in his voice forced her to nod and he released his hold. She stepped back gazing at the ashes. "Now!" Bulma turned and ran, never once looking back.

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