Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ REPRISAL UNBOUND ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

Chapter 6


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AN: I'd like to take a moment to thank all those who have so far read, rated and mailed comments to me about my fic `Reprisal Unbound'. I have taken note that I have not once thanked any of you since I first began receiving them, and I really fell badly about that.
I'll refrain from personally naming you all, but you do know who you are and hope these word carry at lease some measure of my immense gratitude.
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He dipped his fingers in the water and repeated the process, always making sure to smooth away the moisture escaped from reaching its goal. He knew that if this carried on for much longer then she soon would have to be fed intravenously. He felt angry when imagining her that way, but it wasn't far from the truth.

"…Bulma…" Vegeta whispered with much buried passion. ~You must wake up…you must… ~

The way the moon and starlight glistened on her wet lips locked his gaze to her face and her face only. Vegeta's eyes eventually trailed down slowly to take in the rest of her body. He had removed all of her clothing so that she lay in the same manner as did he, and he now found himself wanting to see her naked form, yearning to see all of her body, to have unobstructed vision of all that was his.

He turned and placed the glass back on the nightstand. Almost subconsciously he pulled the blanket and watched as it crept away from her body to reveal it to him. He watched the soft mounds of perfect breasts, with nipples of pure enticement. He took in the small flat stomach, the lines of her four-pack abdominal muscles just barely visible in her relaxed state. The entrance to her secret place where only he had ever gain entry, her smooth soft thighs, which were his only to taste. Then rest of her legs and finally her dainty feet that carried her like a vision.

Vegeta lowered his face to hers and gently brushed his lips against Bulma's, wishing for her to open her eyes and react likewise, yet not wanting her to in the case she would tell him to stop. He wasn't so sure he would be able to even if she did.

That's when his hand came to her body to begin its caresses. From her face to her shoulders, her arms to her ribs, and from her thighs and hips and back up to her stomach. Vegeta kissed down her neck and when he came to her chest he didn't hesitate to caress her breast with his hand and mouth. It wasn't long until his lips parted and then closed around a nipple while his hand gently ministered to the other. Eventually Vegeta's mouth came to her belly, where his tongue stroked her before dipping into her navel. He dared to move his hand lower where his hand rested on a thigh before sliding it between her legs to push them apart. As his fingertips grazed the outer folds he bit down gently on the flesh around her navel. His actions ceased immediately when he heard a moan from her lips and when he saw her body move he raised back up to face her.

"Woman…" Vegeta's eyes flowed over her face as he watched her lids flutter and her head move slightly from to one side. "Open your eyes and look at me."

Bulma's opened her eyes half way and then closed them again.

"Come on now." His voice rose to a firm commanding tone. "Look at me!"

Bulma opened her eyes, blinked a few times and then opened them again. When his face came into focus, she stared into the everlasting black depths of his eyes.

"How do you feel?" He asked gently.

Bulma open her mouth to speak but no sound came out. She moved a weak hand to rub her throat and her face revealed discomfort. Turning to retrieve the glass of water, Vegeta brought the transparent vessel to her lips. Her still unsteady hands came to hold glass in place, and in aiding her, Vegeta held one large hand over the both of hers and slid the other behind her head to support and tilt it forward.

Once all the liquid had gone, Vegeta rested her head back down. Bulma licked the remaining moisture off her lips, and rapidly blinked her eye lids a while before looking at her husband. His look alone told her that he was still waiting for an answer to his question.

"M-my…throat's sore…head hurts." She briefly looked around at what she could see of the room she was in and realised she was at home, in their bedroom, lying in their bed. "What happened?" She tried to use as little words as possible to limit her throat pain and not liking to have to listen to freshly woken gravel sounding voice.

"You suddenly lost consciousness during lunch." He moved his hand to her throat and began to massage it. Bulma sighed not only in the relief she was given but also in surprise that what he was doing was helping in erasing her pain.

"What's the last thing you remember?" Vegeta asked her.

"The ending of the URSO meeting…then lunch, I think…with Jiro…"

"Who is `Jiro'?" His hand movement stopped then.

"He, uh…" Bulma began.

"He?"

"Yes. He was a doctor at the meeting that had I had lunch with." Bulma unknowingly found herself ranting her answer. "But the man bored me out of my mind so much, that I had to get Chichi to help me get away."

Without smiling his relief at hearing her words, Vegeta once again began to gently manoeuvre his hand on her throat. He dad wanted to ask her if the doctor she had lunched with was the same fool who said she had fainted from lack of food, but refrained from doing so not wanting to cause her any more pain by having to speak. Besides, he could always ask her later.

"Even though I don't remember exactly what it was that we did, whatever we planned must have worked." Her hand came up to hold his cheek. "Because I'm here with you."

"Never let it leave your mind to whom you belong to, woman. I will never let anyone ever touch you."

"I know, you jealous, possessive baka." When she locked eye contact with him, she felt herself falling. "And you know I've always wanted it that way."

Knowing what she was asking from him without words, Vegeta lowered his face and kissed her deeply.

"Woman," Vegeta said when he parted to allow her to breathe. "This may not be a good idea." Softly holding her chin between his thumb and index finger, he turned her head so that his mouth could give attention to her shoulder, neck and ear.

"I've waited for this for too long, my Prince." She spoke in a blissful exhale of breath.

"You have only just awoken," he turned her head the other way so that his mouth would not neglect her other side. "It's too much…too soon…for your…body…" he said in between tongue strokes.

"P-please…" Bulma was not at the moment too proud to beg, readily showing her raw need for him and the way she had spoken that one word was all it took to change his mind.

Vegeta followed the same path he had made when she was unconscious. This time his tongue was able to travel uninterrupted down her belly, and down to her thighs. Vegeta didn't stop even when he heard the strings of moans that escaped her lips. He once again pulled her legs apart and his mouth moved over the soft inner skin of her thigh. His tongue continued to massage her there and he grazed his teeth across her flesh with just the littlest of pressure, earning himself one very loud cry.

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Bulma felt she was going to explode as she all but ripped apart the bed sheet in her hands. For a brief second of time his warning of her not yet able to go through this echoed in her mind, but the sensations he was causing her to feel completely nullified the objections. Then suddenly, the feelings ceased and Bulma's pleasured moans stopped when Vegeta's actions did.

Vegeta inhaled deeply once more, to smell her scent and another. The `other' was unmistakeably what he though it was, and he growled a loud string of profanity nearly spanning the full range of curse words in his vocabulary.

"V-Vegeta, what's wrong with you?" She asked mournfully due to the lost of the wonderful sensations. "Why've you stopped?"

"We can't do this woman." He moved back up the bed so that his face was opposite hers.

"Why not?!" She cried angrily, in no mood to be teased.

"Because YOU'RE monthly blood flow has begun!"

Bulma's angry look was immediately replaced by one of admiration and love. She knew that though he wanted her badly, he had stopped for her sake, knowing that during the times she bled she was extra tender. Bulma raised her hand to caress his face and Vegeta moved his hand to gently take hold of her own.

"There are still some things I can do for you, my Prince." Bulma smiled seductively as she pushed his shoulders down on the bed so she could lie on top of him, and Vegeta allowed her to take the dominant position.

Bulma brought her mouth to his in a kiss. As the passion of it grew, Vegeta's embrace of her tightened and Bulma slowly raked her fine fingers down his chiselled stomach. Her tongue erotically darted in and out of his mouth, and eventually both their tongues battled as if to see who could bring the other the most pleasure. In her dispelled reason Bulma accidentally scraped her tongue too hard against Vegeta's sharp canines, and a few seconds later both could taste her blood.

The taste of the sweet red liquid that was unique to Bulma only heightened Vegeta's excited the more. With increased vigour he drank what he could from her and allowed his hands to claim her body with his touches again and again with such intense touches that several times he almost bruised her. At the same time Bulma's travelling hand had reached its goal. She boldly took him in her hand and began to slowly but powerfully stroke him. His enormous member only seemed to grow hotter and larger under her skilful hand.

Vegeta's hands left her body to stretch out over his head so he could grab onto the headboard. He knew that if he held her for much longer, in a blink of an eye, he would flip her over and be pounding himself inside her along to the rhythm of their hearts, and as much as he wanted he couldn't allow himself that.

The headboard cracked, splintered and broke apart in Vegeta's grasp as Bulma continued to pleasure him throughout the night.

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to be continued.

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