Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Princess WHO of WHERE?!? ❯ The Straw ( Chapter 29 )
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By: saiyankiyse 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.30.2004 | Updated On: 05.09.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 609 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.30.2004 | Updated On: 05.09.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 609 | Status: Work In Progress
How pathetic of me to get back to this fic three years later. Many apologies to any of my old reader/reviewers who are still around. I've been poking at this fic for weeks and thought about how i feel when a fic i really enjoy never gets finished (To Catch a Falling Star by Merellia *cries*). This chapter wasn't posted until I had 3 full chapters ready only in need of some editing, so one will go up at a time as I get them as cleaned up as I can possible manage. I have this odd feeling that this story is going to cause me another 10-20 chapters of aggravation before its done, but at least all of us can gain a sense of closure.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: ah, yes. these wonderful little tidbits....
I swear I don't own DBZ. That wonderful story and its characters belong to Akira Toriyama-san and anyone else he chose to allow legal use. I can only claim my OCs.
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"I think we've got everything loaded and secure, ma'am," Goku reported to the middle aged Kylarian woman who had offered him her family's hospitality a few moon cycles ago. Ever since they found him nearly dead at the border of their lands, he had been a guest. And once he had regained his strength, he helped out as much as possible."I don't know how we ever got by without you," Sealana exclaimed. "Your Ma and Sire must have been a stunning match to have birthed such a big, strong son."
Goku just blushed and looked away, not used to the exuberant praise that was being heaped on him. He had always known he was stronger than the average man, but now it was beginning to look like he was stronger than a fair number of Kylarians as well. This caused many uncomfortable situations. He was often questioned about his natural form, which he had figured out early on to pretend as if he was just embarrassed about it. For some reason, everyone assumed he was Kylarian and Goku figured that if he was to have any luck finding Bulma, then he had better go along with it."It was nothing, ma'am," he said.
Sealana laughed. "Goku, you are so modest. If Moro had your strength, he would strut about crowing with every little accomplishment.""I doubt he'd get a very receptive audience. Morina or Shewca or one of the other girls would have crushed his feelings with less than three words." This sent both into a fit of laughter, knowing how none of Sealana's daughters tolerated any misbehavior from their only brother and were quick to put him in his place."Everyone! Lunch is ready!" The shrill female voice calling from the house belonged to Sealana's oldest daughter, Reeka."I guess that's it for now, even though I'm sure we're finished."
Goku reached up to lift down Sealana down from the wagon she was perched atop. Once Goku sat her down, Sealana had to crane her neck up to look him in the face. The afternoon sun was behind Goku's shoulder, creating a sunbathed image that would surely send a lesser female to her knees to beg the honor of being his."If I was a little younger and unmated, I would hunt you myself," she told the handsome, young man.
Goku was unused to having an older woman flirt with him and was unable to reply and apparently the expression on his face said as much for the Kylarian matron began to laugh again. "Really, Goku! That's what I have daughters for!" She gave him a gentle shove towards the house and the two walked in no particular hurry even as the rest of the family hurried in from whatever chores they had been doing."We'll be leaving soon. More likely than not, it'll be the day after tomorrow," the small woman announced, breaking the silence."Good. I'm anxious to get going."
Sealana thought hard before replying. She didn't want him to take what she said the wrong way. "Goku, you know the chances of you seeing your friend again are nearly nonexistent."
He smiled and shook his head. "Maybe, but if Lord Vegeta's fortress is where you think she is then I'll find her...,"Her sigh was rather pronounced as he allowed her to proceed him through the archway of her home. His never failing positive attitude made her sad in some ways. She would hate to see him get hurt as he was sure to be once they got there. Once placed in a harem, a female was never seen again by another set of male eyes.
Or so she thought.
Even with his victory, he knew that there was no point in humiliating her further. She wasn't going to submit to him even though no one was watching. For once.
He took his foot off and lifted her up by the heavy tunic she wore as her outer layer of clothing. If he wasn't mistaken, it was actually one of his old castoffs. It had become a favorite since they had started sparring alone. The heavy garment reached her thighs and was shapeless. It had been weeks since he had seen one of the form-fitting, sleeveless ones that she normally favored. It seemed that it had disappeared around the same time he had dismissed the guards from his training. Was Vegeta having a jealousy attack? Of that you could be sure, but he wouldn't admit it.
Bulma stared at Vegeta's screwed up expression even as she lamented over her snow encrusted clothing. She could almost swear that he was upset about something, and had been for weeks, though she couldn't pin point what it might be. For now, it would be best to ignore it, she decided. After all, wasn't she the one who was supposed to be angry? Satisfied with the conclusion of her thoughts on the issue, she focused her attention solely on her clothes."Did you have to grind me into the snow?" Bulma began to roughly brush the snow off, happy with the large clumps falling off, but disappointed at the snow dust that refused to be moved and promised to melt later. Kylarian she might be, but no one likes wearing soggy clothes."Here," Vegeta batted her hands away, "You are not doing it right." He began removing the snow himself a lot more efficiently than Bulma had been. She watched as his hands made short work of the glittering snow crystals and had her cleaned before any sort of dampness could settle in."Thank you," she said softly, still occasionally amazed at the things he'd do for her.
Perhaps she would've thought differently if she could see the expression on his face as he moved to clean her back."Hmph. If I had not, I would have had to listen to you complain about being wet later."
Vegeta had a seductive yet mischievous grin on as he brushed her backside more times than was necessary and even as he moved around her again, she hadn't quite picked up on his goal. The subtle brushes down her hips didn't become noticeable until they became his sole focus of attention."Hey!" Bulma squealed, knocking his hands away and taking a few steps back. "I didn't say you could have a treat for winning!"
He closed the distance in less that a blink and had her caught up with his arms folded beneath her buttocks and her breasts pressed against his mouth. "But do you not think I deserve one?" he purred against her, sending chilling waves of desire throughout her body.
Whose arousal was more potent at that moment became a moot point, as they furiously struggled to remove each others clothing and consummate their lust. The sun was casting a warm, golden glow on the snow laden earth before the two had been satisfied and decided to redress themselves and head back."Looks like my clothes were soaked anyway."
Vegeta shook out his cloak they had lain on before swinging it over his shoulder and fastening it. "Still complaining?" he asked as he drew her back to him. Their damp clothing was already warming from their exerted bodies and now seemed to steam where they touched.
Bulma smiled, happy with his improved temper as well. "No, just a comment." She unclasped Vegeta's hands from around herself, but retained one to pull him along. "Let's go. I feel like a bath.""Is that an invitation?" he asked, seductive smirk still in place."Perhaps."
They walked silently with only their footsteps crunching into the newly fallen snow. Bulma looked into the sky to see the flakes still tumbling gently to earth. No few seemed to land on her ears causing to twitch almost spasmodically. The little frozen devils had also created some interesting sensations as they alighted on her skin during their afternoon romp."You know, it's a good thing your men haven't been training with us or that would have never been possible."
Vegata said nothing, but his mood wasn't quite as light as if had been a moment ago. Bulma, however, kept chattering on not noticing anything amiss."Though I do kind of miss having them around. It kept things interesting."
Them? Interesting? Maybe his hand tightening in hers should have been a clue."Maybe you should bring them again. I have some other great moves I can show them."Bulma shook her head, dislodging some of the snowflakes taking to her hair and ears and glanced at her lover from the corner of her eye. "Perhaps someone can grasp the techniques that I've been trying to teach you," she suggested playfully.
Now that's it!
She was surprised by Vegeta reversing the hold she had on him. His calloused hand held hers firmly, possessively even."You are mine," he stated fiercely.
Bulma's eyes widened at the blatant statement. She was too shocked to withdraw her hand or reply to his arrogant claim. His strange mood from earlier had finally come to a violent boil."I will not have anyone else touch you as I do!"
She laughed at his absurd words. "Vegeta, you're not the only male I've been with. That should've been easy enough to tell. Instinct will only get you so far!"
He threw her hand away roughly. Bulma could see his nostrils flare as the warm air puffed out as if from a dragon's fire-stoked lungs. His voice became low and menacing. "You have been with others even as I have protected you within my own walls?""Of course not!" she yelled back indignantly. "I wouldn't have even had the opportunity been given to me!""Fine!" he bellowed. "Then I will be the last!" Unpredictably, he fell to his knees and bowed his head at her feet.
Bulma had no idea what had suddenly gotten into him. She had finally caught on that he was slightly jealous of any other male that was around her, but she wasn't expecting any strange behavior like this! "Vegeta, what are y-,""I offer my kill, my seed, and my protection," he intoned the words gravely, not lifting his head at all. "On my honor, I will never forsake you for another."
Had any other words had come out of his mouth, Bulma was sure she would have been better prepared. The words of affirmation struck a strange chord within her. As if this was something she should understand, but the meaning was hidden from her."I don't understand," she offered.
His response was to lift his eyes to meet hers, his expression undeniably solemn. "Do you accept?"
She asked, "Accept what?" and no sooner had the words left her mouth, her mind was assaulted with memories and feelings not her own. Her senses were on fire with the thrill of the hunt as a pack, the birth of pups so diligently awaited, and the one beside you as you experienced it all. The whole gist of what she was experiencing was imparting the overwhelming feeling of never being of alone again. That single moment sent her reeling and to the ground, grasping her head in a futile effort to reorganize everything that instinct had dropped on her at once.
Vegeta seemed to understand what was happening and made no move to help her in any way. Instinct could do that to you.
Bulma had landed on her backside before she was able to completely make heads of tails of her thoughts, and when she was finally able to focus on Vegeta again, she understood."You're asking me to be your mate?" she asked."Do you accept?"
She blinked at him once, then twice arguing with herself, trying to find any valid reason to not accept. She had started out to find her birth parents, not find a mate. Here she had found her compliment. Yes, they fought each other like Heaven and Hell, but only because they reveled in it. She was brought here as his slave, but had been granted more freedom than she had ever had at home. It was an odd situation; one of those nearly unbelievable tales you listened to as a child.
Bulma looked into the dark eyes that burned with their own dark flame to match the fever pitch of her own and suddenly knew there was only one answer."Could you have ever imagined for even a moment that my answer would anything other than yes?" Her hands trembled as she reached forward to cup his face.
Vegeta's breath seemed to rush out in relief as if he had imagined that possibility. Vegeta knew she had agendas of her own long before she was brought to his home. And if things had been any more different, they probably wouldn't have met at all. He touched one of the small hands on his face gently. "I had to be certain.""Then, I accept, you uncertain idiot." Bulma tried to smile even as the tears began slide down her face.
He leaned forward and licked them all away. "Never will you cry tears of pain because of me."
Bulma had faith in his word. A more honorable man she had never met. She pulled away from Vegeta to wipe all wetness from her face and got up, with him following swiftly after. Composed again, she offered her mate her hand, and once he took it, continued on to their original destination. Everything suddenly took on a new light for the young pair. Both kept giving each other sideways glances, but as time went on, Bulma's became more mirthful."So, I guess if you had ended up mating with Valeria you would've had to prostrate yourself on the ground before her, huh?" she asked with barely contained laughter.
Vegeta knew he had many years to deal with such comments, but knew he wouldn't trade them for anything. "Trust you to make light of such a serious binding."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~No, this isn't the last chapter. As a matter of fact, we're still far from it. I still have to get Goku on the scene and then we have meet Bulma's real Father and a whole bunch of other things I have in the works. So stick around.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: ah, yes. these wonderful little tidbits....
I swear I don't own DBZ. That wonderful story and its characters belong to Akira Toriyama-san and anyone else he chose to allow legal use. I can only claim my OCs.
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"I think we've got everything loaded and secure, ma'am," Goku reported to the middle aged Kylarian woman who had offered him her family's hospitality a few moon cycles ago. Ever since they found him nearly dead at the border of their lands, he had been a guest. And once he had regained his strength, he helped out as much as possible."I don't know how we ever got by without you," Sealana exclaimed. "Your Ma and Sire must have been a stunning match to have birthed such a big, strong son."
Goku just blushed and looked away, not used to the exuberant praise that was being heaped on him. He had always known he was stronger than the average man, but now it was beginning to look like he was stronger than a fair number of Kylarians as well. This caused many uncomfortable situations. He was often questioned about his natural form, which he had figured out early on to pretend as if he was just embarrassed about it. For some reason, everyone assumed he was Kylarian and Goku figured that if he was to have any luck finding Bulma, then he had better go along with it."It was nothing, ma'am," he said.
Sealana laughed. "Goku, you are so modest. If Moro had your strength, he would strut about crowing with every little accomplishment.""I doubt he'd get a very receptive audience. Morina or Shewca or one of the other girls would have crushed his feelings with less than three words." This sent both into a fit of laughter, knowing how none of Sealana's daughters tolerated any misbehavior from their only brother and were quick to put him in his place."Everyone! Lunch is ready!" The shrill female voice calling from the house belonged to Sealana's oldest daughter, Reeka."I guess that's it for now, even though I'm sure we're finished."
Goku reached up to lift down Sealana down from the wagon she was perched atop. Once Goku sat her down, Sealana had to crane her neck up to look him in the face. The afternoon sun was behind Goku's shoulder, creating a sunbathed image that would surely send a lesser female to her knees to beg the honor of being his."If I was a little younger and unmated, I would hunt you myself," she told the handsome, young man.
Goku was unused to having an older woman flirt with him and was unable to reply and apparently the expression on his face said as much for the Kylarian matron began to laugh again. "Really, Goku! That's what I have daughters for!" She gave him a gentle shove towards the house and the two walked in no particular hurry even as the rest of the family hurried in from whatever chores they had been doing."We'll be leaving soon. More likely than not, it'll be the day after tomorrow," the small woman announced, breaking the silence."Good. I'm anxious to get going."
Sealana thought hard before replying. She didn't want him to take what she said the wrong way. "Goku, you know the chances of you seeing your friend again are nearly nonexistent."
He smiled and shook his head. "Maybe, but if Lord Vegeta's fortress is where you think she is then I'll find her...,"Her sigh was rather pronounced as he allowed her to proceed him through the archway of her home. His never failing positive attitude made her sad in some ways. She would hate to see him get hurt as he was sure to be once they got there. Once placed in a harem, a female was never seen again by another set of male eyes.
Or so she thought.
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Bulma was able to ignore him only through their first two matches, after that her mood improved so she sheathed her sword and taunted him into fighting her hand to hand. She took him again, but had to put more effort into beating him. The final match, Bulma found herself facedown in the snow with Vegeta's boot heel ground into the back of her neck. She wasn't going to complain about it, though. She had left him in far more degrading positions of submission."Are you happy now?" Bulma muttered out the corner of her mouth."No," replied Vegeta shortly. "It was not until you were nearly exhausted that I was able to defeat you."Even with his victory, he knew that there was no point in humiliating her further. She wasn't going to submit to him even though no one was watching. For once.
He took his foot off and lifted her up by the heavy tunic she wore as her outer layer of clothing. If he wasn't mistaken, it was actually one of his old castoffs. It had become a favorite since they had started sparring alone. The heavy garment reached her thighs and was shapeless. It had been weeks since he had seen one of the form-fitting, sleeveless ones that she normally favored. It seemed that it had disappeared around the same time he had dismissed the guards from his training. Was Vegeta having a jealousy attack? Of that you could be sure, but he wouldn't admit it.
Bulma stared at Vegeta's screwed up expression even as she lamented over her snow encrusted clothing. She could almost swear that he was upset about something, and had been for weeks, though she couldn't pin point what it might be. For now, it would be best to ignore it, she decided. After all, wasn't she the one who was supposed to be angry? Satisfied with the conclusion of her thoughts on the issue, she focused her attention solely on her clothes."Did you have to grind me into the snow?" Bulma began to roughly brush the snow off, happy with the large clumps falling off, but disappointed at the snow dust that refused to be moved and promised to melt later. Kylarian she might be, but no one likes wearing soggy clothes."Here," Vegeta batted her hands away, "You are not doing it right." He began removing the snow himself a lot more efficiently than Bulma had been. She watched as his hands made short work of the glittering snow crystals and had her cleaned before any sort of dampness could settle in."Thank you," she said softly, still occasionally amazed at the things he'd do for her.
Perhaps she would've thought differently if she could see the expression on his face as he moved to clean her back."Hmph. If I had not, I would have had to listen to you complain about being wet later."
Vegeta had a seductive yet mischievous grin on as he brushed her backside more times than was necessary and even as he moved around her again, she hadn't quite picked up on his goal. The subtle brushes down her hips didn't become noticeable until they became his sole focus of attention."Hey!" Bulma squealed, knocking his hands away and taking a few steps back. "I didn't say you could have a treat for winning!"
He closed the distance in less that a blink and had her caught up with his arms folded beneath her buttocks and her breasts pressed against his mouth. "But do you not think I deserve one?" he purred against her, sending chilling waves of desire throughout her body.
Whose arousal was more potent at that moment became a moot point, as they furiously struggled to remove each others clothing and consummate their lust. The sun was casting a warm, golden glow on the snow laden earth before the two had been satisfied and decided to redress themselves and head back."Looks like my clothes were soaked anyway."
Vegeta shook out his cloak they had lain on before swinging it over his shoulder and fastening it. "Still complaining?" he asked as he drew her back to him. Their damp clothing was already warming from their exerted bodies and now seemed to steam where they touched.
Bulma smiled, happy with his improved temper as well. "No, just a comment." She unclasped Vegeta's hands from around herself, but retained one to pull him along. "Let's go. I feel like a bath.""Is that an invitation?" he asked, seductive smirk still in place."Perhaps."
They walked silently with only their footsteps crunching into the newly fallen snow. Bulma looked into the sky to see the flakes still tumbling gently to earth. No few seemed to land on her ears causing to twitch almost spasmodically. The little frozen devils had also created some interesting sensations as they alighted on her skin during their afternoon romp."You know, it's a good thing your men haven't been training with us or that would have never been possible."
Vegata said nothing, but his mood wasn't quite as light as if had been a moment ago. Bulma, however, kept chattering on not noticing anything amiss."Though I do kind of miss having them around. It kept things interesting."
Them? Interesting? Maybe his hand tightening in hers should have been a clue."Maybe you should bring them again. I have some other great moves I can show them."Bulma shook her head, dislodging some of the snowflakes taking to her hair and ears and glanced at her lover from the corner of her eye. "Perhaps someone can grasp the techniques that I've been trying to teach you," she suggested playfully.
Now that's it!
She was surprised by Vegeta reversing the hold she had on him. His calloused hand held hers firmly, possessively even."You are mine," he stated fiercely.
Bulma's eyes widened at the blatant statement. She was too shocked to withdraw her hand or reply to his arrogant claim. His strange mood from earlier had finally come to a violent boil."I will not have anyone else touch you as I do!"
She laughed at his absurd words. "Vegeta, you're not the only male I've been with. That should've been easy enough to tell. Instinct will only get you so far!"
He threw her hand away roughly. Bulma could see his nostrils flare as the warm air puffed out as if from a dragon's fire-stoked lungs. His voice became low and menacing. "You have been with others even as I have protected you within my own walls?""Of course not!" she yelled back indignantly. "I wouldn't have even had the opportunity been given to me!""Fine!" he bellowed. "Then I will be the last!" Unpredictably, he fell to his knees and bowed his head at her feet.
Bulma had no idea what had suddenly gotten into him. She had finally caught on that he was slightly jealous of any other male that was around her, but she wasn't expecting any strange behavior like this! "Vegeta, what are y-,""I offer my kill, my seed, and my protection," he intoned the words gravely, not lifting his head at all. "On my honor, I will never forsake you for another."
Had any other words had come out of his mouth, Bulma was sure she would have been better prepared. The words of affirmation struck a strange chord within her. As if this was something she should understand, but the meaning was hidden from her."I don't understand," she offered.
His response was to lift his eyes to meet hers, his expression undeniably solemn. "Do you accept?"
She asked, "Accept what?" and no sooner had the words left her mouth, her mind was assaulted with memories and feelings not her own. Her senses were on fire with the thrill of the hunt as a pack, the birth of pups so diligently awaited, and the one beside you as you experienced it all. The whole gist of what she was experiencing was imparting the overwhelming feeling of never being of alone again. That single moment sent her reeling and to the ground, grasping her head in a futile effort to reorganize everything that instinct had dropped on her at once.
Vegeta seemed to understand what was happening and made no move to help her in any way. Instinct could do that to you.
Bulma had landed on her backside before she was able to completely make heads of tails of her thoughts, and when she was finally able to focus on Vegeta again, she understood."You're asking me to be your mate?" she asked."Do you accept?"
She blinked at him once, then twice arguing with herself, trying to find any valid reason to not accept. She had started out to find her birth parents, not find a mate. Here she had found her compliment. Yes, they fought each other like Heaven and Hell, but only because they reveled in it. She was brought here as his slave, but had been granted more freedom than she had ever had at home. It was an odd situation; one of those nearly unbelievable tales you listened to as a child.
Bulma looked into the dark eyes that burned with their own dark flame to match the fever pitch of her own and suddenly knew there was only one answer."Could you have ever imagined for even a moment that my answer would anything other than yes?" Her hands trembled as she reached forward to cup his face.
Vegeta's breath seemed to rush out in relief as if he had imagined that possibility. Vegeta knew she had agendas of her own long before she was brought to his home. And if things had been any more different, they probably wouldn't have met at all. He touched one of the small hands on his face gently. "I had to be certain.""Then, I accept, you uncertain idiot." Bulma tried to smile even as the tears began slide down her face.
He leaned forward and licked them all away. "Never will you cry tears of pain because of me."
Bulma had faith in his word. A more honorable man she had never met. She pulled away from Vegeta to wipe all wetness from her face and got up, with him following swiftly after. Composed again, she offered her mate her hand, and once he took it, continued on to their original destination. Everything suddenly took on a new light for the young pair. Both kept giving each other sideways glances, but as time went on, Bulma's became more mirthful."So, I guess if you had ended up mating with Valeria you would've had to prostrate yourself on the ground before her, huh?" she asked with barely contained laughter.
Vegeta knew he had many years to deal with such comments, but knew he wouldn't trade them for anything. "Trust you to make light of such a serious binding."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~No, this isn't the last chapter. As a matter of fact, we're still far from it. I still have to get Goku on the scene and then we have meet Bulma's real Father and a whole bunch of other things I have in the works. So stick around.