Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Obsession ❯ The Joining ( Chapter 11 )

~*WARNING*~  Once again, there is going to be mild lime.  Please skip the section if you are not fond of them… I personally think they’re *ahem* not suitable for the younger readers. hehe.   Chapter 12:  The Joining ~*~   Vegeta had disappeared.  Again.   They had landed on Dran without fault, and Bulma had been greeted by the most welcoming host that she had ever come across.  But prior to the landing, Bulma couldn’t help but notice a subtle change in the stoic Prince.  He exuded an unlikely aura of tension from his manner as he joined her in the control room for the ship’s landing.  Even Bulma had found herself feeling awkward around him, but she had a good reason to feel that way.  The dream she had experienced on the ship had been so intense, that she had woken up from the dream with her entire body on fire.    She had actually found herself slightly disappointed that the dream had ended before the grand finale.  Certain images of the dream still caused her to shudder from the suppressed heat.  Time had all but banished thoughts of their evening together in the lighthouse, but the dream had caused her to reminisce about the heat-filled night with curiosity.  In a sick fascination, she now often caught herself pondering about the heated strokes of his fingers against her curved flesh.  His surprisingly soft and supple lips trailing a wet line down the front of her stomach, his sharp tongue dipping lightly into her navel and then trailing down…   She blushed, the heat rising to her cheeks as she grabbed the back of her dressing table’s chair, steadying herself.  She could not let herself fall under his spell.  Yamcha had already caused her enough pain… She didn’t need her heart broken a second time.  Much to her relief as soon as they landed, Vegeta left the space ship without a second glance towards her and shot away from the space-port, leaving her to deal with the Dranien royal guard awaiting their arrival.    A week had passed and she didn’t even know if Vegeta was alright, if he would know where to look for her.   The Draniens primarily live on land, but the royal palace was built under water in case of an attack from their enemies.  Upon landing, she was taken away by one of the palace’s royal guards in a hover car.  She had no idea where he was taking her, but soon she found herself gazing out at the turquoise sea as she watched a fiery horizon with the sun slowly setting.  It had been breath taking and she had secretly found herself wishing that Vegeta could have shared that moment with her, no matter how awkward she felt in his presence.    What surprised Bulma even more was the fact that the hood of the hover car came over her head, shrouding her in a bubble.  Soon, she was descending into the rolling waves of the ocean with the pleasant royal guard.  She was quick to learn that the Draniens’ technology was far ahead of Earths’ as they had built a complete aquatic city underneath for the delegates and royals of the planet.  It was all so strange and new to her, but she soon discovered she had hit the jackpot in coming to Dran.  It was a scientist’s dream.   Bulma looked up at herself into the mirror, a sweet smile with no happiness curling her lips up.  She gazed at her reflection through the haze of her thoughts, barely noticing the porcelain pallor of her cheeks, completely devoid of the rouge that would have normally graced her cheeks.  Blinking away the haze, she looked down at her functioning legs and almost laughed aloud in glee.   Her healing was complete.    She was actually not that surprised the Draniens’ technology almost duplicated that of Frieza’s empire.  Their regeneration tanks, however, were highly advanced compared to that of Frieza’s.  They had the ability to reset bones, drain fluid from the lungs and heal any injury, no matter how old.  Thus allowing her to heal the ruptured nerves in her legs.  After spending five sessions in one of the tanks, she had been able to walk without fault.  A miraculous recovery, her father would have said.  She only wished she could find Vegeta so that they could return home.  She loved Dran, above the water and below, but she was ready to go back home.   “So much for having an adventure,” she whispered wryly as she looked towards a beautiful sky blue gown draped across the bed.   The Dranien king had insisted on having a special banquet in her honour, much to Bulma’s dismay.  She had yet to meet the Prince of Dran, but upon looking at the king, she couldn’t help but wonder if he was handsome.  The Dranien King was a handsomely, tall humanoid with lilac skin and long indigo hair plaited down his back.  The only obvious differentiation was his large cat-like amber eyes.  He somewhat reminded her of the beautiful green man Vegeta had fought on Namek.   Looking about the large, plush room, Bulma kicked her right leg out and examined the limb with a critical eye, resting it on the dressing table.  The regeneration tank had even disposed of the hideous scars that had previously run down her legs in jagged skeins.   Sighing, she pulled the dress off the hanger and silently slipped into the silky folds.  With her pale hands, she smoothed down the creases of the thin material and observed herself in the mirror as it draped gently over her curves.  Twirling in the mirror, she played with the folds of the swooping neck line, pushing them into place as she pulled up the tiny straps around her shoulders.    As simple as it was, the dress was so breathtaking that Bulma couldn’t have asked for a better fitting floor-length gown.  Even the long slit that travelled up the centre of her thigh, exposing the creamy skin looked elegant  Taking one final glance into the mirror, she flicked back her hair and quickly wrapped it into a small chignon at the base of her neck, placing a blue butterfly clip into the centre of her chignon.    Her thoughts immediately drifted to that of a certain Prince, feeling helpless as she shivered remembering the way in which the butterfly clasps of her gown in the dream had fallen to the floor.  There was something so sensuous about it that Bulma couldn’t help but take a deep breath.  Would it be a crime if she admitted she had wanted to feel Vegeta’s skin against her ever since the dream?   She shook her head in shame.   Before Bulma left the room, she reached for a sparkling diamond choker laced with tiny sapphire butterflies, which her mother had packed for her.  It complimented the dress perfectly and even Bulma had to admit she had outdone herself this evening.  She couldn’t help but wonder why her butterfly fetish was even acknowledged in the dream.  Ignoring the strange thoughts she brushed away the wisps of cerulean locks that came loose from the chignon.   Soon she was walking towards the doorway and standing in the doorframe as she allowed her eyes to graze over the room sadly.  “Where are you Vegeta?”  She whispered softly, feeling her stomach flutter with worry.  Shaking her head, she left the room to make her way to the royal banquet hall.   ~*~   As soon as Bulma entered the banquet hall, her face lit up in a gracious smile.  Her eyes danced around the elaborately decorated tables, moving swiftly to watch the Dranien couples dance elegantly on the ballroom floor.  Draniens were traditional in their views of dining and Bulma could not help but feel glad for the setting.  It would help to take her mind off of the straying thoughts that plagued her mind.  She still had to explore the cities above the ocean in which the palace resided.    The lights were dimmed and shimmering blue lines danced along the floor of the banquet hall in time with the soft music.  Bulma frowned wondering where the strange blue light was coming from, when she raised her eyes to the ceiling and found herself gasping in awe.  The beauty of the domed glass ceiling was indescribable as she watched the various exotic fishes of the turquoise sea glide elegantly in the water above them, causing the gorgeous patterns to be splashed across the hall floor.   She was in such awe, that she did not hear her name being called out.   A tap on her shoulder brought her out of her reverie.  She smiled upon the visage before her.   “Prince Drano, am I correct?”  She asked lightly, looking up to meet the man’s eyes.   The tall lilac skinned man flashed a winsome smile and nodded, his cat-like amber eyes glowing with joy at the recognition from the beautiful blue haired woman.  His indigo hair was plaited, much like his father’s, and he wore regal white armour with a blue cape.  Again Bulma couldn’t help wonder that the appearance and clothes of Prince Drano strangely reminded her of the handsome green man that had died on Namek.   “It is a pleasure to finally meet you Lady Briefs,” he bowed slightly and held out his arm for her to take.   “Thank you.”  Bulma was taken aback by the forwardness of the Prince, but she smiled nonetheless and gratefully took his arm.  “Your planet is beautiful,” she said smoothly as he led her from the large doorway to the centre of the ballroom floor, not replying to her comment.  She was hesitant at first, but soon relaxed as they slowly began to sway in hypnotic movements to the flute orchestrated music.  He was so tall that Bulma had to crane her neck to look up at his face as they danced.   Prince Drano looked down and smiled, “What parts of the planet have you explored Lady Briefs?”  He asked softly, twirling her before bringing her back close.   Under normal circumstances, Bulma would not have danced with men whom she did not know, but she felt an instant liking to the lilac Prince.  He was so easily spoken that it made her feel at ease.  “Well, I’ve only been to the underwater city and your palace.  I haven’t really explored the land above the ocean,” she replied sheepishly.   He merely chuckled as they glided around the ballroom floor, ignoring the people that stopped to watch the Prince of their planet dance with an alien woman.  “Then I am afraid you have not seen all of our planet’s beauty.”   “Perhaps you could take time off from your duty to show me around?”  She asked coyly looking up from under her long lashes.  Bulma knew this man could very well be a potential for a great friend.   “That would my greatest honour Lady Briefs,” Prince Drano remarked in amusement.   Bulma smiled happily for the first time in the entire week, “Please, call me Bulma.”   “Very well, you may call me Drano.”  They both laughed, stepping in time with the music as the slowly danced around the room.  By now they had gained even more attention from their easy manner and quick conversation.  It was as if they had known each other more than the five minutes they had danced together.   “I see you have healed rather well,” Drano commented thoughtfully.   “Absolutely!  Thank you so much for agreeing to aid me, your technology here is wonderful!  I’m pretty sure that Earth would love to harbour such advanced technology.”  She smiled in excitement at the prospect.   “Then by all means, you should stop by my lab in the science wing so that we could discuss what it is you need?”  He smiled back with equal excitement.   “You have a lab?”  Bulma asked, shocked by the revelation.   Drano frowned, “Did you not know that I’m the head scientist for this planet?”   Bulma shook her head quickly, “No.  I just thought you were its Prince.”  She laughed at her silliness.   The flute induced music soon faded away and the people on the ballroom floor dispersed slowly towards the banquet tables.  Bulma and Drano parted almost reluctantly, but she soon found herself being led to the head table where the King of Dran was sitting.  “After I show you around the planet, we can discuss what blue prints you would like to use.”  He winked cheerfully as he pulled out her chair.   Her spirits seemed to soar at the idea of obtaining blue prints, and so she sat down to an enjoyable meal with Drano and his father.  But her thoughts still kept drifting towards the Saiyan Prince.    ~*~   As dessert was being served, Bulma could not hold back her curiosity any longer.  She looked up at Drano to see him conversing with a beautiful silver haired woman.  She closed her mouth and looked down at the delicious smelling dessert.   “Is something bothering you dear?”  Asked King Doran, who was seated to her right at the head of the table.    Bulma bit her lip, but opened her mouth to speak regardless of her hesitance.  “Do you know where my friend is?”   “The man you had travelled here with?”   She nodded.   The king frowned, “Drano informed me that there had been some disturbance on the land in one of the forests, but that it was nothing to worry about.  It could be him.”   Bulma sighed in relief.  “That’s probably him,” she smiled and glanced over at Drano who was still conversing with the silver haired woman.  “I can’t help but feel that I recognise your son from somewhere King Doran.”  She looked at the elder man in bewilderment.   King Doran chuckled, “I presume you have attended at least one meeting of the Solar Council?”   “Right!”  She cried, “He was one of the speakers, I can’t believe I forgot.”    “Fret not dear, Drano holds no hard feelings towards your memory of him.  Do you boy?”  He called out to his son who was sitting at his right hand.   Drano looked up and flashed a debonair smirk at his father before looking at Bulma, “Not at all.  Truth be told, I could not recall your face either.”   “Then I guess we’re even,” Bulma retorted waspishly, causing the son and father to laugh loudly.   ~*~   As the evening gradually came to a close, they rose from the table to return to their chambers.  Bulma had been toasted in front of the entire congregation of royals and delegates of the planet, much to her embarrassment, and congratulated on her healthy recovery.  All in all, the evening had been a success.  Of course, she wouldn’t have felt so alone if Vegeta had been there…   “Would you like me to escort you to your room?”   Bulma blinked and looked at the outstretched hand belonging to the Dranien Prince.  “I would like that,” she said quietly, placing the palm of her hand in his.  He gently pulled her to her feet and together they left the hall after saying their formal farewells to the room.   As they walked silently down the large winding halls to the north east wing of the underwater palace, Bulma gently linked her arm through the cordial Prince’s, earning her a surprised glance from her companion.  “I’m tired,” she clarified, “I might fall over.”   He simply laughed and soon they were rapidly approaching the door to her room.  They stopped in front of the sliding door and Bulma smiled thankfully.  “Don’t forget, I still want that tour of the cities tomorrow and we have to discuss the blue prints!”   “I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” and before she could say anything he slowly bent down and captured her lips in a soft yet friendly kiss.  “Goodnight,” he whispered as he turned to walk back to the northern section of the palace.   Bulma sighed as she watched him walk away.  Turning around, she pressed her finger against the identification pad and watched as the door slid open.  She quickly stepped into the comfort that had been her room for the past week.  It would do her some good to get out of the underwater city and onto dry land.  She wanted to experience the markets of Dran first hand and she couldn’t do it whilst she was living in the lap of luxury in the palace.  She wondered if she would even come across Vegeta, that prospect excited her and yet unnerved her as well.   A soft tap on the door pulled her back from the gloom of her revelations.  “Yes?”  She called out uncertainly.  When no one answered her call, she frowned and pressed the small button to open the sliding door.  She peered out into the dark hallway in curiosity.  Upon finding nothing, she turned back into the room and was about to press the button when she found herself pressed against the wall by a heavy frame, her stomach being flattened against the wall by the strong force.    She cried out in shock and fear, shaking from the sudden intrusion.  In horror, she watched the door slide shut.  Once closed, she was flung from the wall by rough hands to the doorframe that led to the connecting bathroom and soon found her front pressed up against the door frame.  Opening her mouth to scream, a large hand clamped down on her mouth.  Bulma squeezed her eyes shut, her breath was coming in tiny gasps, trying not to let the tears fall from the corners of her eyes.  She whimpered, trying to squirm away but the captor held her in a death grip so she could not move an inch.   “Shh…”  A man’s voice whispered into her ear.   Her eyes flew open.  She knew that voice.   ~*~   Vegeta could not hold back any longer.  He had felt the need to get away from the object of his… Obsession.  He grimaced in disgust.  The dream had been his final reckoning and so he decided that he could no longer stay in the woman’s presence.  It would only cause him more grief than he needed.  A week had gone by since he had left her side, but in that week he knew exactly where she was.    Under the sea of Dran.  He had not been hassled by any of the planet’s inhabitants, but that was only due to his seclusion the forests of the planet.  Dr. Briefs had certainly fulfilled his end of the bargain by giving Vegeta every training tool he desired.  And so, he had set up the training facilities in the forest.   But it had not been enough to get away.   His mind would still linger over the heated dream.  It had become too unbearable for the Saiyan Prince, having her dangling in front of him like some forbidden fruit.  It was disgusting.  She didn’t want a long time commitment, after the ordeal with her snivelling ex.  He wanted…  He didn’t know exactly what he wanted from their coupling, but he knew he wanted her in any shape or form.  And that was the most disturbing aspect of his obsession.   As the week gradually passed by, the thoughts of the blue-haired enigma slowly began to fade.  But then, on yet another sleepless night, Vegeta had heard her call for him.  It was her body calling to him.  For a reason he did not know, his body had connected with hers.  It was then that he realized they may have shared the same dream.  The Saiyan mating call.  But it was only for the want and use of his body and nothing else.    She did not call for him mentally; it was her body that sent the signals through the turquoise sea, past the dazzling cities of Dran and into the deep uninhabited forest where he resided.  He ignored it at first, but then the call became deafening.  Each call brought his blood to boil and he found that beating himself almost to death every night during training was the only way to stop the urge of heeding her call.   But not this night.   He couldn’t stand it any longer.  To have her miles away, yet still hear her body calling him was enough to drive him beyond the point of insanity.  The fire in his blood that boiled began to churn in his veins.  He could not deny himself, not this night when his body needed a release.   And so he flew, flew to the underwater city, taking a hover boat down into the inky depths of the ocean that would lead him to the calling body tucked safely away in one of the palace rooms.  He could not have found her any faster, but he did, and what had he come across?  Bulma looking radiant in a sky blue dress, smiling up at a man that vaguely reminded Vegeta of Zarbon.  He admired her glowing beauty, hidden in the shadows of the hallway.  The lilac man hadn’t even noticed Vegeta was standing there.   And then, they had kissed.   He couldn’t help but feel a strange rush pulsate through him.  Such intense rage that it was inconceivable.  It was the same sensation he had encountered when Bulma had been with Yamcha and he could hear them in her room doing Kami knows what.  He hated it, hated feeling that way but he could not help it.  Why would she never smile upon him in such a manner?    Was it because he was too much of a monster to be worthy of her idiotic affections?  He growled at the new found revelations.  She would forever reject him, but no more.  Their night at the lighthouse had all but been a game to her and here she was already kissing another.  Well, it was time he took matters into his own hands.    So he had to play the game his way.   He quietly watched the man walk away, oblivious to his surroundings.  Vegeta watched Bulma step into the room and as soon as the strange man was out of ear shot and sight, he snorted.  “Stupid fool,” he hissed, knowing that he would never be so reckless as to be unaware of his surroundings.    He walked up to the door of her room and lightly tapped his knuckles against the cold metal, a twisted smirk brandishing his normally scowling face.  As the door opened, he quickly hovered up and watched her look down the hallway in confusion.    Before she could even have time to think, he moved down from his hidden place and with the strike of lighting he was in the room, pushing her against the stone wall.  Vegeta heard her gasp, heightening his desire as he closed her door and threw her body to the door frame that led to the connecting bathroom.  His body came alive at the sight of her in the snug fitting sky blue dress; he would have to be careful not to destroy it.   Vegeta ignored her fearful whimpers, wincing himself as he pressed the object of his body’s desire against the door frame.  She was afraid but it didn’t matter, not anymore.  He was finally doing things his way.  The room was not dark, but she could not see him anyway.  He lowered his head to lightly sniff the scent emanating from her neck.  It was fear mingled with various earthling fruit, strawberry being the prominent one.  Her terror was stomach churning but he just didn’t care, he couldn’t allow himself to care.    As she opened her mouth to scream, he brought his hand down to her mouth, feeling her gasping for breath.  He quietly whispered into her ear from behind.   “Shh…”   Her body grew limp in his arms, but he still kept her front pinned against the door frame.  She knew it was him.  Reasonable thought protruded his hazy lust endeavoured fantasies and he wondered if he was right in forcing himself upon her.  But he knew her body would accept if she didn’t personally.    And that was enough.   ~*~   “Woman,” Vegeta’s raspy voice filtered into her ears.  She trembled with relief, but still found herself gasping as he removed his hand from her mouth and firmly planted it on top of her stomach.    Her heavy breathing deepened as she clutched the door frame, her life boat that was saving her from drowning in a sea of self-hatred.  Bulma made no move to push his hand away.  In fact, she found her previous notions of his tongue fighting their way into her mind.  The temperature of her body rose but she still shivered with anticipation.    “Vegeta?”  She moaned through the thick fog that was slowly clouding her judgement.  She pressed her lips against the cool frame of the doorway, allowing the heat to pass from her burning lips.  “What are you doing?”  Bulma mumbled quietly against the doorframe, still wondering why he would not release her and why she was suddenly losing her surroundings.   “I saw that hideous creature you were with,” he hissed harshly.   Bulma flinched dizzily through the sweltering heat she felt encompassing her body.  “Drano?  He’s… He’s just a friend,” she tried desperately to think with a level head but the lust she felt was empowering, it was overwhelming.  She had no idea he could bring it out of her this way.  It had been the first time she had been near his presence since he left her to train in the forest.  And her response was beyond normal.   “Oh a friend.  Please tell me your definition of a friend, woman.”  Vegeta said sarcastically as he held her tightly against the door frame, trailing his lips to her ear and roughly biting down on her lobe.  Bulma moaned at his ministrations, clutching the thick door frame with both hands.  What was he doing?  He sounded completely deranged…  Perhaps the hours of training had finally taken its toll on him.  She made no move to answer, feeling her knees would buckle at any moment.   “Do you consider me your friend?” He whispered in a low voice, drawing his hand up her exposed thigh through the slit of her dress, trying to illicit a response from her.   Bulma shuddered, her thoughts growing hazier by the minute.  One minute she was fine and as soon as she knew Vegeta was holding her against the door frame, her entire body grew warm with desire.  She didn’t think she would be able to take the heat.  Opening her dry mouth to speak, she managed to speak again.  “Yes,” she breathed, her voice crackling strangely.  “I consider you a friend.”   Vegeta was taken aback by the answer.  He had expected her to deny such an accusation and yet here she was openly admitting it?!  He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the lust that clouded his train of thought and actions.  It was then that he noticed the up rise in her body temperature.  It was sky rocketing.   “Vegeta?”  She called out through the dim fog.  “Why won’t you let me see your face?”   She cried out again as she found herself pressed up against the door frame more firmly, feeling his solid chest pushed tightly against her back.   “I thought that we could begin our evening here Sha’rah,” he said quietly into her ear.   “Sha’rah…  I know that word from somewhere.”  Bulma said sadly.  She could feel the blood begin to pound in her ears like a steady drum, it was deafening.  Even Vegeta could hear her blood rushing through her body, calling him.  She knew the word from the dream.  Once again, he remembered it was the Saiyan mating call.   “What do you mean take it from here?”  She asked with a fearful yet excited anticipation.   “No more games…”  Vegeta whispered roughly.  His hand was slowly rubbing the top of her exposed thigh in an uninterrupted circle, slowly making its way to her inner thigh.   Bulma closed her eyes and gasped as he pinched and teased her inner thigh.  She tilted her head back to rest on his shoulder, still gripping the door frame.  She couldn’t understand why she was letting him have her like this, but the opportunity to feel his skin against hers was too precious to pass away and so she remained silent, quiet gasps being the only sounds coming from her mouth as his fingers ripped away her undergarments.   “No…”  She paused, gasping for breath.  “No… More, games?”   He smirked, slowly hitching up the silk sky blue gown around her waist as his fingers tormented every part of her curvaceous hips, touching and dancing around her most sacred parts.  Vegeta pushed her tightly against the door frame, roughly pushing her legs apart, earning a strangled cry from his blue haired vixen.    He knew now was the time, now was the time to play with her body’s desire and make her scream for him.  With one hand he pulled away his restraining blue tracksuit bottoms as he kept her front pinned to the wide door frame.  He sunk his canines into the side of her neck and without further hesitation, he took her from behind.   And then, she was his.   ~*~   “We’ve locked onto his position, Captain.”  The tall, dark haired man grinned with pride, striding into the room.   The Captain looked up from his map and raised his brow, “Where is he?”   “Planet Dran sire, in the south-east quadrant of the delta galaxy.  He has been there for one week and it seems that he will not be going anywhere for a while.”   “Good,” the Captain said thoughtfully, stroking his hairless chin.  “It will be good to see how our warrior Prince has turned out,” he smirked at the lower class soldier.   “I have sent our Nikora fleet to Dran-sei.  I told them to subdue Vegeta and bring him to us without causing a raucous on the planet.  We don’t want the delta galaxy’s infamous Solar Council to get wind of our operation.  They might try to interfere.”   “Very good, I see that you are learning fast.”  The Captain commented slyly.   The soldier in command bowed once before exiting the room, leaving the Captain alone.   “Soon Vegeta, soon I will see how you have turned out.”  He chuckled wryly, returning to his map of the different galaxies.   ~*~   Above and beyond the passion, they rose together in the sweltering heat.  Each new touch brought the couple to shuddering ecstasy, their dark and intimate gestures holding the deepest of desires that each could clearly see.  Amidst the pleasure, the bed finally became their sanctuary, their haven; and they fell upon it with ease, lying askew amongst the tangled sheets.  The sweet scent of their joined bodies lingered in the humid air, bringing forth the shocking revelation of all that had occurred.  There was no turning back now, for either of them.   As the last remnants of the deeply imbedded lust ebbed away from her vision, Bulma laid silently in her companions arms, looking up at the hollow ceiling with shock.  Her dress had miraculously found its way to the floor, crumpled upon the navy carpet like a brightly burning beacon in the newly dark room.      She had seen everything, all the horrific atrocities that this man had committed.  Yet it still wasn’t enough to unravel her hatred for him.  How could she hate him?  He who was purposely made into this cold, calculative, merciless murderer.  It made her truly contemplate what type of man he could have become, had it not been for Frieza.  She frowned, shivering from the cool perspiration that filmed her body.   She knew every detail that laced his bleak and dark mind, every thought and desire.  He… Had wanted her for such a long time and she had turned an indefinite blind eye towards them.  Granted that he had used every fibre of his being to fight his desires, in the end it only encompassed him to such an extent that he could not hold back.  But she couldn’t help feeling a sense of emptiness, couldn’t help but feel he had hidden the most deepest and darkest aspect of his mind…  And that thought frightened her.   Vegeta turned his head down, his sensitive eyes catching every expression that flitted across his woman’s face.  His woman…  It sounded bizarre to him, yet it felt right in every context.  He made no move to embrace her as she gently placed her head upon his chest; her action further surprising the silent Prince.  He thought she would have been further repelled by his presence, not embracing him.    Foolishly, he had allowed himself to initiate a bond with her, showing her his entire life, thoughts and feelings.  Her reaction was going to be a disaster waiting to happen.  It was the first time in his life he had felt apprehension for his actions.  He couldn’t help himself from forming the bond; such was the Saiyan instinct in him.  But he knew that there were many levels to a Saiyan bond, and they had only brushed the surface.    He would ensure that the bond would remain incomplete; bringing no harm to either participant except for the physical restraint it would put on their lust.  It was the only aspect of the bond that Vegeta could form and want, heightening their sexual attraction for the use of one another’s body.  That was all he wanted, at present, because he felt her doubt.   “All this time…?”  She murmured the question softly into the tense silence.   He blinked slowly into the darkness, not wishing to tarnish the evening by ridiculous small talk.  “Sleep,” he muttered gruffly.  He felt her chest heave into a sigh, before her breathing grew shallow and her body fell limp, indicating she was finally asleep.  He watched her in the darkness for a few moments, the lines of his face deepening as he scowled.  The morning would certainly hold for interesting conversation between the pair.  He was sure there was going to be a few questions from Bulma, but he wasn’t sure she would like the answers he had to give.   ~*~