Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Princess WHO of WHERE?!? ❯ Sweet Defeat ( Chapter 25 )

Sorry. I didn't mean for this to take so long to post, but here it is.

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"Fine then," Bulma said in defeat. "You won't be satisfied until this happens."

Bulma jumped back from Vegeta, eyeing him as if he had just lost his mind. She aimed a kick at his groin and then his chest, the latter of which sent him sprawling on his back sliding across the floor. She stood waiting for him to get up. He was on his feet as quick as she could have wished and circled her. He tried a similar kick to her chest that caused her to stumble backwards briefly and then she rushed him. Vegeta was ready for her and his fist met her face.

She hit the wall and slid down not quite touching the floor. She drew her hand across her mouth checking for blood, but found none.

"Not bad, but you can do better than that," she taunted him.

Bulma was on her feet in less than a blink of an eye and going back at Vegeta, who was already prepared to strike her. Her own fist up and ready, Bulma came for him, but with no intention of actually striking him. She instead changed her strike to a block, catching his fist and using the force of their combined strength pressing against each other, she kicked him in the gut this time causing his feet to slide out from under him and he fell to the floor flat on his face.

Vegeta looked up at her from the floor. Bulma pointed at him, and then waved him on, encouraging his next attack. Vegeta got back to his feet.

He threw three consecutive punches at her, all of which she blocked and countered with a round house kick to his neck, that pushed him back, but did not knock him down this time. Vegeta now came at her with kicks of his own, testing both her sides for weakness, but found none. His final kick was low, aiming for her legs to sweep her from her feet, but she spun in the air flipping over him and used the momentum of her spin to land a foot across Vegeta's face. He went back this time crashing into his table, scattering everything upon it all over the place and knocking the table to its side.

"Now look what you've done?" Bulma scolded. "Do you know how long it will take me to clean that up?"

Vegeta tasted a small bit of blood in his mouth, where he bitten down when he hit the table. He spit it out on the floor and looked at her in disgust.

"Don't tell me that you're mad now?" she asked. "This was your idea."

"Who said I was mad," Vegeta straightened his face and his mouth soon turned into his usual smirk. "I'm just getting warmed up."

"Warmed up?" Bulma said incredulously. "If we keep this up, Vegeta, I'm going to end up hurting you."

"You hurt me? I don't think so." Vegeta dropped to his ready stance.

Bulma sighed at his pig-headedness. She didn't want to continue, but if this was what he wanted…………….

He thought to hit her directly on again, this time putting a good portion of his strength in his swing. Bulma had other plans, however, and flipped over Vegeta's head, completely clearing him and landing neatly behind him. His reflexes did him credit, as he turned landing a single hit that sent her no more than a few steps back, but he didn't hold back as he came at her with hit after hit. Most she blocked, but a few got through. It wasn't until Vegeta tried to kick her again that she was able to reestablish her dominance.

Instead of blocking the high kick with her arm, Bulma brought up her own leg and blocked it, pushing it back down to the floor where she held it down with her own foot.

She feinted a strike to his face, which Vegeta was more than ready to block, but when the expected blow never came, he moved his arms aside and looked at her in confusion, which was when Bulma decided to follow through on her punch. Vegeta would have fallen back had not Bulma been holding him in place with her foot still on top of his. She used this to run up his body, jumped over him and lashed out with a back kick.

Bulma heard the resounding crash and turned to see that Vegeta had flown through his bedroom door. She shrugged and followed him inside. She hadn't expected him to be up already and on his feet as she had to duck when she heard the sound of his fist cutting through air, and was even less prepared for the kick that sent her back into the sitting room on her back.

Her head knocked sharply against the stone floor and that dazed her for a moment. She regained her senses to see Vegeta now strutting back into the sitting room.

"You're more skilled than I thought, Woman," he told her. "But you lose your focus too easily."

Bulma brushed the tendrils of hair that had escaped unnoticed from her braid and stared at him carefully. "I could have told you that."

He laughed as if she had just told him a joke, and then stopped just as abruptly as if he hadn't been laughing at all. "Get up, Woman. Let's finish this."

Bulma got up, again pushing the hair from her face. She hadn't realized how much of it had come free during their tussle. It was nearly completely undone. She went into her ready stance, taking this time a low position, her hand open before her as if asking him to hand her something.

Vegeta came at her with a punch, right front kick, both dodged, next a round house kick where he completely missed, but followed with a kick from his other leg following his spin.

In mid-kick, Bulma kicked him on the inside of his thigh of the leg that was supporting him. He went down on his knee. Bulma wrapped her leg around his neck, his neck right behind her knee, and was holding onto him tightly enough to actually throw him back into his bed room.

Bulma entered his bedroom ready this time to end this. She ran straight for the bed, anticipating his quick recovery and, using the bedpost to escape his blow, she quickly swung out of his reach. Not expecting the use of his bed, he stood there a moment longer than necessary and Bulma took a firm hold of the bedpost, used it as leverage, and unleashed a double kick; one foot to his chest, the other to his face.

As expected, he went down like a rock in a pond. Bulma was breathing hard, heaving trying to catch her breath. She hadn't dealt with anyone this persistent in a long time and he had more than worn her out. She knew that if she hadn't put everything into those last kicks, he would have been able to take her down without a problem. Vegeta hadn't moved an inch since she knocked him down and she started to get concerned.

"Vegeta?" she called out to him, but didn't get an answer. She straightened up from holding onto the bed post and cautiously stepped towards him in case it was just a trick.

"Vegeta?" she called him again, the worry now blatantly plain in her voice. She crept closer and closer to him until she was on her knees at his side. She placed her hand on his chest and noted that he was still breathing.

Bulma sighed in relief and was about to sit down before she felt a hand tighten onto her wrist. She looked down at her wrist and saw Vegeta's hand tightened around it. She then looked at his face and saw that his eyes were wide open, staring directly into hers. She gasped and then was angry.

"I thought you were-," she started, but wasn't able to finish as Vegeta sat up and twisted her arm behind her back. Sitting was not the best position to get out of this hold in.

Bulma immediately went down, her head coming into contact with the hard floor. Vegeta pressed his body down on hers to help keep her in place. She tried to get away, but all she succeeded in doing was getting herself twisted around so that she now faced him while he now held both of her wrists.

They were both worn and panting. Bulma's exhaustion was the only thing that was allowing Vegeta to pin her down effortlessly. They were both pretty worse for wear. Bulma sported a fair assortment of bruises, while Vegeta suffered from bruises of his own not to mention the bleeding claw marks on his left arm and chest. Bulma's blunted claws had done a great deal of damage to Vegeta's shirt, even now it barely hung on by its remaining sleeve.

"Do you yield, Woman?" he asked in a single breath between pants.

Bulma shook her head. "Never."

Vegeta's hands tightened on her wrists where he held them high over her head. He also managed to growl at her. "Are you always this stubborn?" he asked, now beginning to catch his breath.

"I'm not stubborn. I just know I'm a better fighter than you."

"Oh, really?" he asked.

Bulma tried fruitlessly to pull her arms from Vegeta, but found that she was already to worn to do so. "You just got lucky is all," she told him and then looked away.

Vegeta then began to notice their compromising position. He studied the female beneath him. Her hair was tousled and she was sweaty. Dirt and food that they had rolled through at some point during their match was all over her clothing, but never in his life could he ever remember seeing any female more attractive than she.

His eyes roamed down the elegant contours of her face and around her daintily pointed chin. He soon found the soft, graceful curve of her neck, seeing the soft, pale blue down that was now slicked down like a second skin from the sweat. He was sure that the same down covered her entire body and was anxious to prove his theory to be true. His face lowered to the hollow of her throat and his tongue flickered out to get a taste of her and was pleased at the salty sweetness.

Bulma tensed up when she felt Vegeta's tongue on her neck. `What is he doing?' she thought nervously, though she didn't move. When she felt his tongue a second time, it passed over her skin slow and leisurely, traveling beyond her neck up to her earlobe, which he suckled on as if expecting some sort of sustenance. She wasn't quite sure what she should do. One side of her was telling her to get him off, while the other wished that he was doing more than what he was.

He was glad that she made no move to stop him and even through the smell of two hard-worked bodies, Vegeta could smell the arousal of the blue female beneath him. He was glad that she wanted this too and made more aggressive progress.

Bulma twitched a little when she felt the small kisses he was trailing along her jaw line, stopping to nuzzle in between kisses. Bulma wanted the teasing to stop, but did she want him to stop completely or for him to just move on to something else. He placed the lightest of kisses at the corner of her mouth and they finally met eyes. Bulma wasn't sure what to make of the look in his eyes. They burned into hers, but was it with anger or something else different?

Any other thoughts fled her mind as his lips joined hers. Bulma would have sworn that her lips were on fire. That heat only intensified when she felt his tongue probing her lips seeking entrance and she allowed him into her mouth. Their tongues slid pass each other, familiarizing themselves with one another.

Vegeta released one of her wrists and used his now free hand to cup her cheek in his hand briefly, his thumb stroking over her silken skin. He noticed how her hand came down and hesitantly stroked his shoulder and bicep and then traveled to his hair which she surprisingly ran her fingers through before resting her hand on the back of his head and gently pressing their lips together even harder. His own hand had already left her cheek and went in search of more interesting places. A single finger traced down her cheek, neck and lightly over her collarbone. He opened his hand as he proceeded further, his palm grazed her breast and continued down to her stomach until he reached her hip, where he slid his hand around her to her lower back and lifted her body into more intimate contact with his. He heard her breathing hitch, so he slid his hand back around and instead clenched the hem of her shirt pulling it tightly over her body. He knew that he would have to take his time with her and was not about to ruin his chances because he was a little impatient.

Bulma was surprised at the liberties she was allowing Vegeta to take with her body. So very few had ever even been allowed a casual physical contact with her that this was more than a shock to her system that she was letting him partake of something far more intimate than a mere hug. Her lips only left his long enough to get a full drought of air before they joined together again. She knew the insistent tugging at her shirt was his way of asking permission, but rather than vocally respond, she arched her back pressing her chest against his, her already aroused nipples scraping hard against the material of her shirt.

Needing no more permission than that, Vegeta hand slid beneath her shirt to caress the first feminine mound he came in contact with. His thumb lightly brushed across the already hardened nipple and she hissed into his mouth, her arousal quite evident. After paying one proper attention, he wanted to greet the other, but his confinement of her kept him from reaching. Not caring what her reaction would be he pushed her shirt up, baring both breasts and he took the previously unattainable one into his mouth. He heard her gasp and again arch her back, pushing the succulent breast further into his mouth, though he was sure that was not what she intended. He used his free hand to push her back down and rubbed his hand over her hip in what he hoped was a comforting way. His hand slid down to her thigh and he pulled her leg up and laid it around his waist gaining the more intimate contact he sought without causing her to squirm away in fear. He was glad when she finally settled back down and enjoyed the sounds of pleasure that she was trying so hard not to release.

Bulma still wasn't sure if she should be doing what she was, but she couldn't seem to talk herself into stopping him either. She hadn't had contact like this in so long, that she was afraid of breaking it for the foolish thought that she would never experience it again. There was no doubt in her mind where this would go if they continued at this rate. She knew Vegeta prided himself on having no use for women. If he did feel the `need', he would just go to one of the outlying farms or villages choose a girl, who would of course be grateful for such an opportunity, and relieve himself.

She hadn't known at first where it was he disappeared to once or twice, but after some not so subtle questioning and a few `demonstrations' on his men, she got them to spill it quickly enough. At first, she had been angry that he would do such a thing, then embarrassed that she now knew where he went, and then disappointed, though she would never admit to herself why. Vegeta had now moved his oral attention to the other breast and Bulma nearly moaned when she felt his teeth graze her. She toughed it out and stayed silent. Maybe if he thought she weren't interested, he would leave her alone.

But what would that get her she thought. Disappointed. Or maybe angry at being aroused and then left hanging? She wasn't sure what she wanted. If they did go through with this, she didn't want him to just desert her like he did the others. It took every ounce of Bulma's will to pull away from Vegeta. She was only just barely able to hold him at bay and that was only through the strength of her legs that were wrapped around his waist and pulling him back. His eyes, dark and heavy with lust and confusion, glared up at her.

"Vegeta, I can't do this," she told him.

"Woman," he began, before amending to, "Bulma," he purred huskily into her chest. He used his arms to help pull himself out of the death grip her legs had around him. Not too successfully though, he could only get close enough to lightly kiss her chin and neck, which he did with a great deal of reverence.

Bulma almost let him slide free, but resolved to keep him clamped down as her conscience kept nagging her.

"Why won't you let us do what we both want?" he asked her.

Bulma looked away, slightly embarrassed at her already compromised situation. "Vegeta, I don't want to be another one of your little peasant girls. I can't sit back and wait for you until you're ready. I swore to myself, that the next man I allowed into my life would be the only one."

Vegeta regarded her averted face for a moment, puzzled at why she finally was seeking some sort of commitment from him. Maybe neither of them was as ready as they thought they were. He touched her cheek and turned her so that he could look her straight in the eye.

"Bulma, I can't promise you forever," he started, but when he saw her face begin to crumple, he quickly finished what he had to say, "But let's see how things work out. Maybe there's more for both of us than just a casual acquaintance."

Bulma didn't know why that thin assurance comforted her, but it did and she slowly relaxed the hold she had on him and he released her other hand to allow himself the ability to caress her even more. She also was glad to have her hand returned to her as she was quite interested in getting to know Vegeta's body in a whole new way. He held her head between his strong, gentle hands for a moment before his lips met hers once again. Their tongues met in an erotic ballet of passion and they both struggled against each others bodies as if willing themselves to become buried in one another.

Vegeta suddenly stopped and looked off, distracted. Bulma looked at him puzzled. Did he hear something? Or maybe she had done something wrong? His eyes found hers again, and the passion burning in them reflected that which was in hers.

"Our first time together will not happen here," he announced.

Bulma was still confused. Where else would they go? Vegeta answered her question quickly enough as he got up from her and lifted her into his arms. He carried her to the bed that they had been sharing chastely and sat her down as if afraid she would break from too much rough handling. Bulma lay back as he crawled back over her beginning his torturous attention all over again. Little did Vegeta know that she was already frantic with need. She grabbed the remaining portion of his shirt, ripped it from his body and tossed it away carelessly. He looked at his now completely bare chest then down at Bulma. She smiled at him innocently and he couldn't do anything thing but smirk in return.

`So she wants to rip off clothes, huh?' Vegeta thought. He got a mouthful of her shirt and ripped it off her body. She squeaked in alarm, but he was pleased to see that she made no move to cover herself. "I knew it," he told her.

"Knew what?"

"The modesty thing was just an act. What Kylarian could possibly be ashamed to see another naturally?"

Bulma blushed. "Well, I wasn't supposed to be looking."

He just chuckled as his eyes wandered to the waist of her pants. He slid one finger under the waist line and tugged expectantly. She grinned at him and then batted her eyes coyly. She reached out her hands and raked her claws down the sides of his pants from waist to ankle, though they didn't come off.

"Hey, what the-," he began, but as soon as he reared back, his clothes fell off as if they were only held on by a prayer in the first place. He smiled at her cleverness and watched as she lay back down folding her hands behind her head looking at him expectantly.

"So that's how the game is played," and with that his hand found its way back to her pants and he ripped them off in a quick jerk. "I'm afraid I'm not as neat at it as you are." He threw the shreds to the side.

"It's okay. I don't have to pay to replace them. I'll just take some of yours," she told him matter of factly.

"Really?" he asked. She nodded in reply. "Well, that all depends if I decide to let you out of here ever again. Maybe I'll decide to keep you in my rooms to myself, and then you won't need clothing."

"But who'll shame you in front of your men?" Bulma asked pouting.

"Oh, I'll figure out something, but right now, let's not talk about it."

Their lips joined again, this time more roughly than the last. They were both desperate for the passion that they instinctually knew that the other could give. Bulma had to be content for the time being just being able to touch Vegeta freely as he now decided to allow his mouth to roam other places. It wasn't until his mouth found the sweet spot between her thighs that she became truly audible in expressing her pleasure. His tongue teased her until he was sure she would explode in her passion and then drew away.

Bulma growled in frustration. `How dare he!' she thought and took matters into her own hands. She was still able to grip him between her legs and rolled them both over, so that she was now in the dominant position.

"Bulma, what are you doing?"

She was straddling his waist and leaned over as close to his face as she could without actually touching him. Her hair formed a blue silk curtain around their faces.

"What? You thought that I was just going to lay back and let you take me?" she said softly.

She kissed the tip of his nose before slowly stroking herself over his already engorged manhood. Her juices allowing her to slide over him effortlessly, while her breasts dangled temptingly over his lips. Vegeta's tongue lapped at them at every pass and he tried to grab her waist to give him more control of the situation. Bulma stopped him before he could get a firm hold of her. She took both of his hands and held them prisoner over his head much in the same way he had her earlier.

"Ah, ah, ah, you naughty boy."

Vegeta growled at her, but allowed her to continue since he was enjoying the sensation of being the one not in control. Unexpectedly, Bulma leaned down on her next ascent and deftly took his manhood into her on the descent without any guidance on either of their parts. Needless to say, he was impressed, but he didn't have too much time to remark on it as she was riding him with a skill he had never experienced. Her hips rocked back and forth almost hypnotically and he couldn't decide whether to watch their joined bodies in motion or the look of pure ecstasy on Bulma's face. Her rhythm altered periodically, drawing him to the edge or quickly cooling him down. Vegeta didn't know how much longer he would be able to stand up to her thorough attention, but if her tightening muscles were any indication he wouldn't have too much longer.

Bulma tried her hardest to draw Vegeta out before her, but her own best techniques, not to mention his cooperativeness and his instinctual knowledge of how best to complement her movements, she knew that she would find her pleasure long before he got his. Even now, as she was leaning back on her arms, riding him with everything she had, her eyes closed and lips half parted, she knew her peak was upon her. She felt the intensity building, and soon soft mewling cries could be heard from her as Vegeta coaxed her to come to her pleasure.

Vegeta knew when the long, soft female's cry came from her as she stiffened over him, that she had found what she had sought. Bulma fell over onto Vegeta's chest, panting even harder than after their sparring match earlier. Vegeta stroked her back soothingly and murmured soft words of sweetness and praise in her ear. Though she hadn't brought him to passion he was more than pleased with her performance. After all, she would have if he hadn't been holding back. If she wanted to show off her skill for him, why couldn't he do the same?

He rolled them both over so that now he was on top and began carefully licking the sheen of sweat from her skin. He was grooming her as a male would do for his female, though he barely noted it, especially since he had never done it for anyone else before and that he was so caught up in the moment. Once her eyes finally focused on him again, he began lightly kissing her until her breathing slowed to a normal pace.

"I'm sorry that I couldn't bring you to pleasure," Bulma apologized.

"Don't be ridiculous. You pleased me immensely. You're just used to dealing with weaker males who can't control themselves."

"Really? And just how do you know what I've had experience with?"

"I just know."

He had no more words for her as he was so ready to be inside her, it was nearly painful. He gently parted her thighs and after a look of approval from her, he thrust himself into the welcoming warmth. Bulma wrapped her legs around him and held on as he thrust into deeply causing her to yell out in pleasure that she thought she had already spent. His movements were strong and rhythmic and were pushing Bulma too a place she thought she would not find again so soon.

Her eyes were closed in concentration, not wanting to lose hold of the feelings Vegeta was creating within her. She barely noticed when his skin started taken on a rougher feel or how he seemed to grow around as well as inside her. She attributed it to his skill and didn't realize until she cracked her eyes open that something, or rather someone, had changed.

The dark, shaggy fur, the hugely muscled body, and the elongated snout were the first clues that Vegeta had taken up his natural form. Bulma was quite surprised.

"Vegeta!"

He heard her calling out to him and slowed his pace, thinking that perhaps he was hurting her, but the expression on her face showed him different. He saw mirrored in her eyes his other self. He looked down at the arm that had been clutching her body to his completely covered with a thick fur. He cursed to himself and began to relax himself, so he could change back to his human form. Once complete, he saw the worry written all over her face and it took a moment for him to understand. She had probably never had experience with a Kylarian before, so she probably didn't know that they often changed unbidden at the height of their passion.

"Are you okay?" Vegeta asked concerned. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"N-no, I was just caught off guard is all."

He pulled her to him, hugging her close. "You've never been with another Kylarian before have you?"

Bulma shook her head.

"Haven't you ever changed your self during?" he asked suggestively.

Bulma looked away obviously embarrassed. "I have, but I thought it was just me. I…………I learned to suppress it, though I can only do it sometimes. I don't like for people to be afraid of me."

He could understand where that could be difficult for her living with humans and all. "It's perfectly natural. It's just what happens when we, uh, are near, uh, completion," he finished as delicately as possible. "Yours is probably inhibited because of the collar." He fingered the beautiful restraint and knew then and there that it would have to come off immediately. It wasn't fair that she couldn't experience her passion fully.

"Oh, well. At least I know now," Bulma pulled herself from his embrace to lay back down. She pulled him with her and smiled shyly.

"You want to continue?" Vegeta asked hopefully.

"Of course I do. I don't mind, Vegeta. It was just a new experience to be able to watch it this time instead of being watched."

He nodded and having never left her body, he began slowly to build back up to where he had left off. In no time he was feeling the pressure building up within him. He was also able to bring his woman with him as her cries signaled her approaching climax. He held back his transformation this time, not wanting to startle her again. Vegeta drove deeper and deeper into her, his thrusts becoming fiercer.

The two of them suddenly cried out in unison, their mutual heaven attained.