Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Potential ❯ Consummation ( Chapter 8 )

Potential

Chapter 8: Consummation

 

Hey guys. I know! I'm posting this chapter in a relatively quick span! LOL. Well, I got a lot of really really really good reviews over the weekend, and it just makes me wanna get up and write! (Special kudos to Dark Hope Assassin and Vegeta's First Fan, those reviews really made me feel all warm and fuzzy! LOL) Sorry about the cutesiness... I read way too much Yu Watase…

 

Anyways, to get on with the show…okay, this is the chapter all of you citrus lovers have been waiting for…the chapter. Come on, you know what I mean. Of course, that means I will have to keep it “R” worthy, but nonetheless, it will be an attempt at a love scene…LOL. So please be advised, if you don't like love scenes, even R-rated ones, just skip the scene. I don't want any flames about it :-P

 

RATED R FOR SC (racy stuff here kids…)

 

I do not own DBZ or any of its characters or any of the works of Mary Ellen Gronau

 

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

 

Consummation

 

Bulma POV

 

I don't know what had gotten into me. One minute I was so sure that I hated everything about this man, this heathen. Then the next minute I'm all over him as though I'm some drunken court girl, with no inhibitions.

 

When I saw that animal charging at him, something came over me.

 

I do not know if it was that I hated him enough to want him to die by my hand and my hand only, or if it was what I feared the most- that I actually cared about the devil. Either way, I killed the boar, and Vegeta is still alive.

 

It is amusing though, to hate him so much one moment, then to have to peel my body away from his like an egg clinging to a frying pan. I feel more pain at the thought of ending the kiss I shared with him than at the idea of a sword going through my heart.

 

My brain cries out to me, begging me to remember that he is the embodiment of everything I hate in this world, but it falls on deaf ears. My heart does the thinking for me as my arms reach around his neck, bringing more of him to me. He may not be much taller than I, but if anything, I appreciate that.

 

As we rode back to the castle, my arms are locked around his waist as we shared a horse. I leaned my cheek against the back of his shoulder, the location of the wound I gave him, and I felt guilty. Can you feel guilt when you harm someone you hate?

Now I know I can never truly hate this man.

 

I could only concentrate on the sounds of hooves scraping the ground as I tried not to think of what I would do when I made it back to the castle.

 

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

 

Vegeta's POV

 

As a seasoned warrior, I pride myself on being able to think about other things even when in extreme pain.

 

I remember a time where I had been beaten so badly by Frieza's men that three of my ribs and one of my arms were broken. I had been left in the stable in the middle of winter with the horses, freezing and writing in pain when I realized that the only way to get revenge was to survive. And survive I did, focusing on the ways I would kill my attackers, rather than moping about until I died. Not more than four years ago, I came upon the men responsible for my injuries. I killed all of them and posted their heads upon spikes as a warning to all of my enemies.

 

No amount of meditation on Earth would have done me any good as I felt the pressure of Onna's arms encircling my waist, her breath on my neck. I would have taken that beating several times over again than to have had to restrain myself another second.

 

This woman, she drives me insane. When she is not yelling, cursing, or spitting at me, she is avoiding me. Yet there are other times where she can be as seductive and smooth as an enchantress. I do not know which side of her to prepare for, and were it not for my Saiyan honor; I doubt I would have the patience or resistance for either.

 

One thing I have discovered is that no matter how hard she tries to avoid it, she may claim I am her enemy, but once my mouth is upon hers, I hear little protest.

 

I will show her how I conquered so much land.

 

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

 

As the hunting party finished loading their kill into the castle, they all embarked in their own direction, attending to what needed to be done before the meal.

 

Bulma turned to do the same before Vegeta's powerful hand halted her.

 

“My lady, you do not expect to attend the feast covered in mud, do you?” he asked huskily.

Bulma opened her mouth to object before looking down and observing the dry, cracked mud on her dress. The man had a point.

 

“But there are things I must attend to-”

 

Vegeta gave her a sarcastic look. Bulma knew she couldn't worm her way out of this one, and dropped her shoulders in defeat. Vegeta led the way as they walked the path to the bedroom. Their bedroom.

 

Bulma felt herself breaking out into a cold sweat as she walked. What tricks did he have up his sleeve? Bulma was more than surprised to find that the large metal tank had already been filled with hot water.

 

“I had Radditz tell the servants to arrange for a bath to be ready as soon as we arrived. It seems we both are in need of one after all, are we not?” Vegeta asked seductively.

 

Bulma felt like a deer caught in a hunter's sight. She knew the look in his eyes, and it was obvious that things were starting to escalate.

 

Vegeta walked up to her and used a muddy hand to brush some of her stray bangs out of her face. Bulma could not help but smile at the Prince's rare act of kindness.

 

Bulma could hear her own heart pounding wildly against her chest, reminding her with every beat that his touch would awaken things inside of her that she had never thought existed.

 

“He's your enemy!” her mind hissed at her, but to no avail. Her emotions were partial to what her body was feeling at the moment, and the second her eyes were caught by Vegeta's deep black ones, she knew her conscience had lost the battle.

 

Vegeta pressed his mouth to hers; exploring hers as though her tongue was blocking the passage to gold. Bulma could not help but comply, her fingers instinctively coming up to his scalp and playing with his sharp black mane of hair.

 

The prince wrapped a strong arm around her waist and used the other to remove her clothes. Bulma did little to stop as he removed everything down to her chemise.

 

Vegeta pulled his body away from hers, resisting the temptation to take the last piece of clothing off of her himself. She had to do it. He had to know that this was something she wanted as well. He could not force it upon her.

 

As though in his dreams, Bulma fulfilled his wishes and removed her tunic, exposing her entire body to him. Vegeta felt the room become very, very hot as he watched the light from the flames dance around her nude body. Vegeta followed suit and removed his clothes, not failing to notice the blush that came upon Bulma's face when he had removed his undergarments.

 

“Is something wrong, Onna?” he asked cautiously, afraid this moment would end prematurely.

 

Bulma swallowed and shook her head.

 

“No, it's just that I've never- never-”

 

“Been with a man?” he finished flatly.

 

Bulma nodded her head in agreement. It was embarrassing, but she knew that it was pointless to lie to him, he could see through her.

 

Vegeta flashed a rare, but dangerous smile. He had never lain with a woman himself, but as a man, he was well enough aware of what happened between a man and a woman.

 

“Or seen one totally indecent!” she added.

 

The Saiyan looked down at his perfectly sculpted body, trying to figure out what she meant by `indecent.' His mystery was solved when he noticed a certain part of his body pointing northward.

 

Bulma placed a hand to her mouth to suppress her state of shock. Vegeta may not be the tallest man, but apparently that didn't mean much…

 

She didn't notice as Vegeta strode toward her, proud of the fact that she was his and his alone.

 

“Don't worry little one, I will be gentle,” he whispered as he tenderly lay her body upon the bed.

 

Bulma tilted her head back and moaned as he lowered down to kiss her. All of her fears and doubts washed away the moment he did so, and everything felt right. Only one problem remained…

 

Vegeta stopped kissing her when he heard her stifle a giggle. He let out a low growl and sprang up, anxious to see what had caught her attention.

 

“We are still muddy! It is not proper!” she protested humorously.

 

Though her husband was an impatient man, Vegeta knew that he wanted this seduction to last. So, to oblige her wishes, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bathtub-and dropped her.

 

Bulma shot up out of the water, gagging and splashing everywhere. Whatever thoughts or ideas of pleasure she had were surely gone now…

“What do you think you are doing?!” she bellowed angrily. One minute he was a gentle and soothing lover, the next he was tossing her into a tub of hot water.

 

“I am only doing as you ask Onna,” Vegeta mused. “You wanted this done proper, so we will bathe first.”

 

Bulma felt herself being pushed to the side as Vegeta slid into the hot bubbly water with her, oblivious to her state of distress. The princess soon forgot her anger when she saw the smooth ripples of muscle on his back. “One day I'll have to tell him how perfect his body is,” she thought to herself.

 

She then looked down at the water and saw that her body wasn't covered in mud anymore. “At least one of us is clean,” she reflected.

 

Vegeta handed her a damp cloth and turned his back to her again, obviously instructing her to wash his back. Bulma took the cloth and reluctantly did so, wiping all of the mud away as she did. Little did she know the effect she had on him.

 

The prince felt a sharp intake of breath as the sensation of her smooth breasts leaning against his back got to him. He could feel his abdominal muscles tighten as she ran the cloth along them, clearing off more of the dried muck that had once covered his entire body. It wasn't until she poured the water over his head to clean his kingly mane of hair that he lost control. He had to have her. Now.

 

Once again, Bulma was being picked up and dragged off by Vegeta. But this time, it was to a much more appropriate place; the bed. Vegeta didn't give a moment's hesitation before bringing his smooth lips down to hers to give her a deep passionate kiss. His prayers were answered when Bulma returned it, just as deep and zealous as his. Their hands were exploring each others bodies as if it were their last moments alive, Bulma's hands came to a halt at Vegeta's ripped chest, Vegeta's found their way to her breasts. Eventually their hands worked their way down, mouths following, until both lovers felt as though they knew every inch of each other's anatomy.

 

After what seemed like ages of discovery, Vegeta placed himself in front of her, waiting to enter. He gave Bulma a look and saw the doubt in her eyes. She was still a little nervous.

 

“Onna, do you trust me?” he asked, his usual scowl returning.

 

Bulma blinked a few times and bit her lip before answering. “Should I?”

 

Vegeta ran a hand through her hair and gave her a sympathetic look.

 

“This will hurt, but only this one time, and after that, you will only feel pleasure. Are you certain you want to continue?” he asked, true to his word, but praying that she would.

 

Bulma nodded slowly, prepared for what was to come.

 

Vegeta lowered himself into her, thrusting once and stopping, placing his lips over hers to snuff out any screams of pain she had. He looked into her eyes and saw tears welling up and felt guilty. He never wanted to see her in pain.

 

“Are you all right?”

 

“Yes,” Bulma whimpered.

 

“Now you will only feel pleasure, I promise you.”

 

He started moving within her again, starting slowly, but building up speed until she cried out and he could no longer contain his composure and released himself. Vegeta crashed down on the bed beside her and wrapped his arms around her.

 

“You are mine woman, always. Do not forget it,” he whispered powerfully into her ear. He held her like that until he fell asleep, the most peaceful sleep he had ever had.

 

Bulma was not so fortunate.

 

She turned to face him, her eyes going over his every feature, her fingers tracing his face. She was now officially a woman. She felt dread at the thought that her enemy had made her so. Her conscience had found its voice, and was now driving her mad. How could she have allowed him to take a piece of her? True, it had been the most pleasurable experience she ever had, but at what price?

 

“Vegeta probably had many women to seduce, and you were only a side quest,” her conscience scolded.

 

Bulma wrapped the covers tightly around her as she watched Vegeta sleep. Even in dreams he was as handsome as ever, Bulma could never deny that he was an attractive man, perhaps the most attractive man she had ever seen.

 

“My lover, my enemy,” she thought to herself before falling into a fitful slumber.

 

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

 

Meanwhile, in the soldiers quarters….

 

Vegeta's men had taken a break in their duties to enjoy a drink of ale during the day. As custom, they always seemed to drink more than their fill, and it was not long before some of Frieza's men began striking up a conversation about the new Saiyan bride.

 

Ginyu, the captain of Frieza's elite troops, and Dodoria, one of Frieza's top henchmen both stumbled into the room, laughing drunkenly along the way, yelling loudly.

 

“Did you hear Vegeta's little dish killed a wild boar today? She stabbed it!” Ginyu spat.

Dodoria raised his glass to an imaginary toast.

 

“Aye, Vegeta's lovely little wife is indeed among the best spoils of war a man can receive!”

 

“Ha, no kidding. It's too bad Vegeta keeps her under wraps! I wouldn't mind seeing what she keeps under-”

 

Before he could finish his sentence, Tamahome had punched the brute in the face.

 

Ginyu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand and looked up at the young warrior.

 

“You little bastard!” he roared as he lunged for the young man.

 

Tamahome slid easily to the side, avoiding the attack. Ginyu crashed hard into the ground.

 

“That ought to teach you a lesson about speaking ill of Lady Onna!” Tamahome laughed. He had just walked into the hall after returning from the hunting trip and overheard the two clowns.

 

Dodoria rushed over to help up Ginyu and gave Tamahome a dirty look.

 

“You should know who you're protecting before you decide to risk your life, boy. For all you know she could be this “Princess Bulma” herself,” Dodoria grumbled, even more drunk than Ginyu, who he was dragging towards the door.

 

Tamahome lifted his drink to his lips as the last words Dodoria had said echoed through his mind. Suddenly he spit out his ale.

 

He suddenly remembered something he had heard back when Vegeta had been hit with an enemy arrow. That girl, what was her name…Lunch? Lawn? Launch! She called Lady Onna “Bulma”!

 

Tamahome felt as though he had been hit in the head with a brick. Could the man's drunken stupor be right?

 

The young warrior threw his drink down and ran straight down the hall looking for Radditz. Surely something was not right!

 

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

 

“Radditz! Radditz! Please sir, open up!”

 

Radditz blinked his eyes and sat up, careful not to wake up the beautiful woman beside him. He hadn't been asleep more than an hour when he heard the pounding.

 

Launch rested peacefully next to him, purring in her sleep. Radditz smiled at the woman, admiring her as she rested. She was the most beautiful woman in the lands, save for Onna, and after much courting, he had finally managed to spend a moment with her (wink wink), and what a moment it was!

 

“Radditz! Are you there?!” came the pounding and yelling again.

 

Launch sat up sleepily and smiled at Radditz who was looming above her.

 

“What is that pounding?” she asked sleepily.

 

Radditz kissed her on the forehead and put on a pair of pants as he marched to the door, making sure Launch was out of view. The last thing he needed was Vegeta lecturing him on Saiyan honor again.

 

He opened the door and saw Tamahome panting wildly.

 

“What is it boy? Is something the matter?” he asked puzzled.

 

“Sort of, will you come with me to somewhere more private?” Tamahome asked, knowing full well that Radditz was not alone in his chambers.

 

Radditz shut the door and started to get dressed. Launch stared at him lovingly, observing his hasty retreat.

 

“Where are you going?” she asked. Radditz

 

“Tamahome has something to discuss with me. I will be back shortly,” he stated. He did not get far before Launch's arms were around him, pleading with him not to go.

 

“If you go, I'll be alone, and you don't want that, my lord,” she teased.

 

Radditz turned quickly and flipped her onto her back, leaving her lying flat on the bed, naked as a jay bird.

 

“You'll be fine. I'll meet you here tonight, I give you my word,” he said as he kissed her and walked out the door. As he made his way down the hallway, he laughed out loud. Launch was such a peaceful woman, but he could tell she had a fighting side, not unlike him. As soon as he got the chance, he would ask Vegeta for permission to marry her.

 

He saw Tamahome standing at the corner exit and followed him to a private room only certain men of Vegeta's choosing were allowed to go into.

“This had better be good to wake me up,” Radditz grumbled. He wasn't quite ready to leave Launch when he needed to.

 

Tamahome knew the meaning behind that and continued anyway.

 

“Radditz, it is important. I overheard something the other day, and it never occurred to me until now…..”

 

Radditz listened patiently to the young man's story and when it was over he became totally silent.

 

“Radditz? Are you well?” Tamahome asked carefully. He had seen Radditz snap over the slightest transgression.

 

“You say Launch was the one who called her `Bulma'?” Radditz asked slowly. He needed to get his facts straight before he approached the involved parties.

 

Tamahome nodded his head.

 

“I will take care of this Tamahome. For now, I don't want you to utter a word of this to anyone, even Vegeta, do you understand?” Radditz confirmed.

 

Tamahome nodded again.

 

“Good, keep your ears open. If you find anything else out, be sure to let me know.”

 

Tamahome bowed and left, leaving Radditz to his thoughts.

 

“Not only is Launch a part of this,” Radditz considered, “But `Onna' is really the Princess Bulma we have been seeking?”

 

Vegeta was not going to take this well, he just knew it…

 

End of Chapter 8

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

 

Whoa, my fingers are SO tired! I really really really hope you guys liked this chapter. I know the love scene may be VERY rated R, but I don't think it was too subjective. I know, I'm so happy they did the deed too, but ouch, a cliffie! Well, don't lose too much sleep over it, Chapter 9 will be up in a snap, and there's sure to be LOTS of drama when Vegeta finds out…and how did you like the Launch/Radditz pairing? I kinda like it! Well, enough of my blather….REMEMBER:

 

EMAIL POST REVIEW COMMENT!

 

I love you all!

 

Much Love

 

Sophie Bloom