Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ REPRISAL UNBOUND ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

CHAPTER 3

AN: ~…~ thought/mental speech

Bulma slowly exited her car, and walked towards the house door, not bothering to capsulated the air car. She gave the large oak (AN: look! It looks like wood to me in all the mangas and the series) door three rapid but timid rasps. It was like it she didn't want that door to open by the way she knocked on it, but almost immediately it was opened and the light from inside the house fell onto Bulma.

"Ah Bulma." Said the young man who stood in front of her. "Hello."

"Hi Gohan." She smiled up at him as if he was still a cute little four-year-old. Though the proof was before her that he was now a young adult she still found it hard to grasp the speed of his growth "How are things going these days?"

"Great!" He gave her an innocent grin.

"I know it's late, but is your mom still up?"

"Yeah. She's been expecting you, please come in."

Bulma thanked him as he stepped a side and allowed her access. They engaged in small talk as they walked to the sitting room.

"Oh Bulma. You made it." Chichi had came out of the kitchen when she heard her friend's voice. "I thought something had happened to you when you didn't come. It's after midnight now."

"Is it? I didn't realize." Her tone sounded very apologetic. "If it's too late for you, then it doesn't matter. In fact I could…"

"No Bulma, don't go." Chichi couldn't help forget the way she had sounded over the phone. "Thank you Gohan, but don't you think you should be getting to bed now?."

Gohan instantly took the message that his mother wanted to speak to Bulma alone, and told them good night before leaving them together. There was almost a minute of uncomfortable silence between them before Chichi ended it.

"So," she said. "What was the meeting about?"

"Well," Bulma began ignoring all requests form the URSO council for discretion. "Some UFO was discovered heading towards earth."

"Really?"

"Yeah. We're not quite sure what exactly it is though. The satellite pictures are far from clear. But what ever it is, it's heading here without a doubt and will arrive in little over a month. Is Goku here?"

"No." Chichi answered a bit annoyed and Bulma sighed inwardly with relief.

"He's out somewhere again." Chichi continued.

"Well in case whatever or whoever it is wants to cause trouble, we're gonna need to be prepared." Bulma said still referring to the URSO meeting.

"Have you prepared anything yet?"

"No. Another meeting will have to be scheduled to devise what kind of defence we're going come up with."

"And if it's more than the world can handle, I suppose that you're going to need help of the Z-fighters again."

Bulma smiled at Chichi when she said this.

"I tell you Bulma, our lives can never be normal."

"Yeah," Bulma released a half-hearted laugh. "Never normal. I'm surprised we even still know the meaning of the word."

Chichi noticed how Bulma began to stare off into space. "Bulma…" Chichi called her name again when she didn't answer, but Bulma still remained lost to the world.

"Bulma," Chichi rested her hands on her friend's shoulder and turned her around. "Bulma, about your phone call. Tell me. What upset you so much? What happened between you and Vegeta?"

Bulma stared at Chichi silently for a few moments. With her direct personality she was mildly surprised that she had already asked her that question.

"It…it was earlier this morning, when I was in the shower." Bulma again found herself in battled with her emotions. She had to stop and take a deep breath to steady herself. "I was just about finished when…when he was suddenly there…"

Flashback**********

"Not yet," spoke the deep voice. "I haven't had mine."

Bulma knew whom that voice belonged to and she sighed as his other hand came from behind to wrap around her stomach. She tilted her head to the side to allow him free range of her neck, which he tenderly kissed

"Vegeta I can't. I have to leave." Bulma turned to face him and kissed his cheek. She tried to walk around him to exit the shower, but he was having none of it. He blocked her way and pushed her none too gently up against the shower wall.

"Vegeta!" An annoyed tone had crept up in Bulma voice as she looked at him sternly. "Let me pass." She again tried to walk by him but he grabbed and pulled Bulma into his body. She gasped as some of her breath left her with the embrace and felt his enormous throbbing member against her.

"Vegeta no! I have to g…" She was cut off, as he tasted her lips passionately. She slapped and punched at his shoulders, arms, and back for him to let her go, but he simply pinned her hands on the wall as he backed her into it.

When Vegeta finally broke the kiss Bulma was left panting for breath, and she didn't notice when he lifted her up and lowered her onto his member. Having not prepared herself, Bulma felt him slightly tear her during his entrance and she shrieked in pain. His movements were less controlled than the previous night and this only added to her discomfort, as he continuing to rub raw the tear he had initially made.

Having worked off the sudden wave of lust that had taken him over, he let Bulma back down on her feet and slowly looked at her. A look of disbelief covered his face at what he had just done, and it was mirrored on Bulma's face, the only difference being that hers was flushed and his holding a hint of regret that he had just hurt her.

Vegeta opened his mouth to try and explain but was stopped by the sound of the bedroom clock alarm. Cursing Bulma quickly pushed pass the stunned Vegeta and left the shower. He noticed that she walked with a limp even though she tried to hide it. He allowed her to get ready for her meeting without being molested, and Vegeta began his own shower.

Flashback End**********

"Chichi…" The first tears of many began to fall from Bulma's eyes and roll down her cheek.

"Oh Bulma!" Chichi embraced her friend and allowed her to cry in her arms. "I'm sorry."

"Chichi…I…I love him." She blurted out. "Even now I still love him. But he hurt me, in more ways than one. Why?"

"Bulma. I'm sure he cares for you." Chichi didn't want to lie to her friend, and indeed she wasn't. She knew that Vegeta did care for his family in some way, otherwise he never would have sacrificed himself so heroic and nobly during the battle with Buu. But that didn't stop her at being angry with him for hurting Bulma the way he had.

"Why Chichi?" Bulma sobbed. "Why'd he do it to me?"

"Bulma…"

"I know Goku really loves you Chichi." She suddenly interrupted. "But has he ever hurt you like Vegeta hurt me?"

"There have been a number of times…when during the heat of passion Goku has by accident been a bit rough with me. But never with…" Chichi trailed off, but Bulma's question had been answered.

"But never with such deliberate carelessness, as Vegeta had done with me." By now Bulma's sobs had turned to soft sniffles.

"No Bulma." Chichi held her at an arms length and looked sincerely into her face. "If you need to spend the night here, you're more than welcome to. In fact you can spend as long as you want with us."

Bulma couldn't tell her how much she wanted to take Chichi up in her offer. But she feared if she did, she'd find it that much harder to return home.

"I thank you for the ear, the shoulder, the kind words and the offer Chichi. But the best thing for me would be to go home, not run away from this."

Chichi nodded in agreement, "I understand, but remember that the offer still stands whatever happens so all you have to do is let me know." Chichi hugged her friend again as to reaffirm what she told her.

***

Bulma entered her kitchen, threw her handbag on the table and leaned heavily against the wall. Upon glancing at the clock her eyes widened when they took in the time.
~3:54!~ She blew out a breath before dragging her feet up stairs to bed. Because of her minuscule lunch and her non-existent dinner Bulma was starving and her stomach vocalised a complaint with a loud grumble, but her need for food was more than outweighed by her need for a good long sleep.

Bulma froze when she stepped up to her and Vegeeta's bedroom. For a while she considered using of the many spare bedrooms that was in the residential sector of the Capsule Corps. buildings, knowing that most probably Vegeta was already in bed. But then a half determined, half frown like expression covered her face.

~Why the hell should I run away like it's me who've done something wrong?!~ Her face was fully frowned now; much like Vegeta's own, but unbeknownst to her.

~There's no way I'm not sleeping in my own bed because of that…that…that bakayaro saiyan!~ With that said to herself, she entered the bedroom, but done so as quietly as she could.

After turning on the lamp, Bulma saw her Saiyan mate lying on his back with his eyes closed. The bed sheet covered his naked body up to his stomach.

Fifteen minutes later after brushing her teeth, dressing into her nightie and pinning up her hair in two buns, Bulma switched off the lamp and pulled herself into bed. After lying on her back half a minute Bulma's gaze drifted over to the Saiyan. He lay in the exact position he had when she entered the room and his breathing was steady. Bulma turned on her right side, facing her back towards Vegeta and slightly curving her body away from him. She didn't want to look at him.

Vegeta's eyelids slowly rolled open. He wasn't asleep. Since going to bed 2:00, he hadn't gotten more than forty minutes sleep. He knew the very moment that she had stepped onto the CC grounds. Vegeta turned his head to look at her. Taking in the defensive position she lay in, because of him, because of what he'd done to her.
Her breathing had changed since he looked at her. The breaths were a little quicker. He could tell that she knew that he was awake and that he was looking at her.

Vegeta couldn't deny it. He wanted to touch her. He wanted to feel her. He wanted to tell her, show her that he was sorry in the only way that he could. Vegeta began to move across the bed towards her. He propped himself up on an elbow and used his other hand to turn her to face him. Bulma offered no resistance but neither spoke or opened her eyes to acknowledge him. Not even when he whispered `woman' to her.
Vegeta gently stroked the back of his fingers over her cheek.

"Bulma…" he said louder.

She opened her eyes to see want, affection, and a need to prove he was remorseful in his own black orbs. Bulma raised her hand to caress the side of his face. Vegeta brought his lips down to hers in a simple brush, and then looked at her again. Her face held hurt feelings, but love as well. A glint of anger could also be seen in her eyes, leaving Vegeta to wonder if she had forgiven him or not.

He lowered his face to trailed kissed along the skin of her clavicle (AN: that's collar bone for you dunderheads) and made his way up the curve of her neck before brushing his lips on hers. Hesitantly he pressed Bulma's lips to his own for several seconds. When he didn't feel her try to push him away he slowly parted her lips with his and deepened the kiss. Bulma's hands slid up the up from his shoulders to hold his face for the kiss that she returned with equal the passion. Vegeta's hands roamed the terrain of Bulma's body through her nightie for a moment or two before he began to slowly gather it up her torso.

Bulma knew where this was going, she knew what would happen if she were to raise her arms to allow him to remove her clothing. But his want, his desire; his need…she didn't want to withhold her forgiveness. So she stretched her hands above her head and sat forward while he pulled her garment off her body and discarded it on the bedroom floor.

The sensation of flesh against flesh sent chills through both their bodies. Vegeta smoothed his kisses down Bulma's body and even more slowly back up. Then suddenly his lips diverted to her right breast while his hand stroked the underside of her left mound. By now Bulma was vocalising the pleasure she was feeling by moans. When he swapped between breasts Bulma felt his free hand crawl down her stomach while he nudged her thighs apart with one of his. As soon as his hand reached its goal Vegeta's fingers began to rub against Bulma's folds. Eventually he moved it lower and upon coming towards her opening, he slid a single finger inside her. Bulma jerked. Even though she was wet, the wound he had before hand given her had far from healed, and Vegeta had no idea that his ministrations was causing her pain. She sighed in relief when he removed his hand, but to Vegeta it sounded like a sigh at the loss of his presence within.

~Don't worry woman,' he thought to himself. `I'll soon remedy that.~ He lowered his body between her legs and positioned himself to enter her.

Though they were locked together in a deep needful kiss she still felt his every move in nervous anticipation. She was worried that he was going to hurt her even more with his love. When he moved into her with the first push, squeezing her eyes shut she turned her head to the side, pulling away from the kiss. Vegeta sunk his face in the crook between her shoulder and neck as he continued his movements. Bulma's deep breaths turned to groans of pain, but to Vegeta it sounded like groans of rapture. By the eighth or so her hands had wrapped around his back and her fingernails buried themselves into his skin. She bit down on her bottom lip to silence herself. Vegeta increased in speed power and depth and hurt was now causing Bulma to cry out in anguish. After several more trusts, unable to bear any further, Bulma suddenly began to slap his shoulders and try to push him off of her.

"Vegeta…Vegeta! No! Stop, please…stop."

He ceased his movements, but still remained within her.

"What's wrong?" He asked but received no answer. So he placed his finger under her chin and gently turned her face to face his own. "Woman…" he whispered in confusion as he saw water trails down the side of her face and silently watched as fresh tears leaked from her blue eyes to join them.

"I can't. I can't. I'm still…please. You're hurting me." She quietly sobbed. "Please stop."

In an instant he understood. He had injured her the previous morning, and she had not yet healed, and here he was doing further damage to her. Vegeta was repulsed at himself. In his attempt to make amends for what he was done he was making things worse. He withdrew himself from her and cradled her in his arms as she cried into his chest.

He rubbed her back compassionately and shushed her reassuringly.

"Ve…Vegeta…I'm sorry I can't…"

"Woman, hush now." He knew that she had no right to apologize. It should be him; it was he where all blame lay.

"I know you only wanted to show me that you…"

"Shh. It's alright." He interrupted her again. "Go to sleep now." The faint scent of iron he sensed with his sharp Saiyan nose sickened him even more. She was bleeding, and though it was a little, it couldn't change the fact that it was he who had caused her shed blood.

She continued to babble through her tears. Vegeta ran his hand up the column of her neck and felt for carotid artery. Finding it he gave it a sudden quick squeeze through the skin on her neck. Bulma cried briefly for a second from the pressure felt, and then she went limp in the arms of the prince.

Vegeta pressed her even tighter into his form and rested his lips against her ear,
"For…forgive me, woman…Bulma…" he closed his eyes and waited for sleep to claim him.

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to be continued…