Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Requiem in Blue ❯ Chapter Three: Larushinta ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

"Su rely, Brolli, you don’t think the Mizuka-jin are advanced enough mount a resistance?  After all, what resources do they have?  Surely, no ability to harness the jal’a, as we have!"
Bulma lifted her eyes as she delicately slid a utensil from her smooth lips. Curiosity dressed her features as Vejiita-Zarshon replied to Brolli’s statement about the ever-increasing tech knowledge that the natives were gaining every day. For an hour now, the King had been drilling her and of course Brolli about the variety of advancements on this planet. Of course, she knew, half of them would not have been at all possible had it not been for her.
Bulma fought down her smirk as Brolli explained that although the Mizuka-jin were not generally a hostile or war-like people, it would be better not to underestimate them by any account. He was right of course; underestimating your enemy was the first step to defeat.  The value of this truth had already been proven to her of course. Although she toyed with the monkeys, to underestimate them would be a grave mistake.
The food was not at all unpleasant. Over the past two years she had grown accustomed to the variety of exotic foods that were available on Mizukashi. Most dishes were derived from seafood, as Geishan was a port city. And since the entire planet was composed mostly of archipelagoes, it was not uncommon to find hundreds of port cities on one island. The dish for this evening, steamed tchiri (as close to a fish as they came here), was mouth watering.  But she had made sure to remind herself to save room for dessert. She hoped ardently that it would be that fluffy thing they called "lacimki"...it remarkably resembled lemon meringue pie, though it was not quite so sweet. Bulma’s mind began to drift and she lay her fork back on her plate and let the tchiri melt in her mouth, its salty flavor calming her senses.
After taking one glance at her lap to make sure she hadn’t dropped anything, she reached for her glass and brought it to her lips. The concept of "adult drinks" was assuredly a universe-wide concept, as the substance "purya" inflicted many of the same effects as alcohol from Chikyuu. The fruity flavored drink numbed her tongue and caused heat to flush into her face as she swallowed it. Just as she let the liquid settle back into its glass, she raised her eyes towards the seat of Vejiita-Zarshi, and caught his piercing ebony eyes shining over the rim of his own glass. They studied her with more than just lust, she observed, and yet at the same time it was definitely erotic. Bulma felt the heat from her drink spread to every corner of her body, and then back again to the meeting point of her thighs.
Another one with great big balls the size of an elephant’s! She let her eyes do the smiling as she dragged the rim of her glass against her full bottom lip and finally off her mouth entirely. Tenderly, and with care, she flashed him a smile that would have seared the flesh from the Saiya-jin god Nash’vehn, who governed the freezing poles of Vejiita-sei, and narrowed her eyes. To her surprise, he did not smile back.  He only replaced his glass on the table before him and leaned back in his chair, seeming to gain interest in the conversation again.
Suddenly there was a booming voice to her right.  Brolli leaned towards her a bit from his seat at the head of the table and tilted his head upwards. He obviously had not seen her eye contact with the Prince.
"And what do you think, Lady?"  He asked casually, as though she had any say in the affairs of Vejiita-sei’s Royal House. Her eyes studied his for only a second, and she thought he winked at her, but could not be sure. Another voice from the opposite side of the table perked her ears.
"Yes...Lady Bulma, what do you think?"
Bulma’s eyes fell upon the lounging Prince, and she tilted her chin into the air, trying to catch the last echoes of his more potent voice. She turned her eyes back to Brolli, realizing she had no idea as to what they were referring. Bulma smiled devilishly.
"Forgive me, Shakan, the purya seems to have distracted me.  What was the subject?"
Brolli blinked at her, and turned up the corner of his mouth. Bulma felt her heart rate speed up quite a bit as his tail flicked at the open slit of her dress under the table. Bastard...she growled silently as he smiled more widely this time and picked up his own glass.
"The Mizukashi natives, Shal’ba; do you think their knowledge of tech is a challenge to the Empire?"
Bulma could have killed him then and there had she the power to do so, for the tip of his tail had begun tracing intricate patterns on the top of her silken thigh as he spoke. She kept her cool, confident in her ability to ignore a turn on -- powerful as it may be. Her eyes darted back towards the Prince again, and she saw the same look in his eye:  the amused, half-lidded eyes she had seen on every Saiya-jin male since the first.  He’ll learn not to look at me that way...
"Truthfully, Kassha’hal," she chimed, projecting her voice in the vast hall as though she were a singer, "all knowledge is a threat if it is wielded properly. All one really needs is the right tools."
"And you think they posses these...tools?" The voice of the King only partly unnerved her, and she met his eyes as coolly as she had met Brolli’s a second ago. His tail had stopped its torturous ascent and was now poised above her legs as though he may punish her for any wrong words. Bulma smiled as warmly as possible at the Monkey King.
"One can never tell, Zarshi-kalan," she paused, glancing once at Vejiita-Zarshi and watching him tap his fingers lightly on his arm.  "I don’t believe so.  After all," another pause, eyes to Brolli, "the Shakan keeps an awfully good eye on them."
There was lighthearted chuckling from all ends of the table, and she lifted her glass towards the King, wishing his head would fall off right then and there. She would have laughed a great, hearty guffaw.  In any event, the dinner atmosphere had begun to make her uncomfortable, and she decided it was definitely time for an evening stroll.
As if the room were made of glass, Bulma set her utensils on the table beside her bowl and pushed herself out from the table. The warriors sitting around her looked up simultaneously and paused as though her presence was god-like. Bulma felt the sudden urge to grin with satisfaction. The stray curling strands of her done-up hair rustled against her shoulders as she turned in the direction of Brolli’s voice.
"Won’t you wait for dessert, Lady Bulma?" he asked, the tone in his voice so dripping with innuendo that she wondered why no one else had noticed it. His comment caused the room to seemingly glow a sudden shade of red. Bulma smiled.
"Perhaps later, Shakan.  For now I hope you will excuse me," she turned to the King, "Zarshon-kalan." He nodded to her. Now for the Prince; "Zarshi-kalan."
She allowed the syllables to hang on her lips as she spoke her farewells to him, and she could tell he noticed. Vejiita nodded in reply and rested his elbows on the table. The powerful arms he now leaned on seemed to strain against the thin fabric of his suit, and she swallowed deeply. No matter though...she had other mountains to conquer yet again.
After the others had given their good-byes, Bulma stepped away from her seat and turned to walk away, but she did not leave before resting an outstretched palm on the surface of Brolli’s bare chest. Her fingers trailed lightly up to his collarbone and flicked the golden choker at his neck before she finally strutted off and out into the crowd surrounding the dinner table.  Bite your lip on that until tonight, Kassha’hal...

Vejiita brushed a gloved thumb against his bottom lip and watched the retreating backside of the blue-haired beauty as she disappeared into the crowd. The guttural chuckles of his father grated on his nerves abruptly.  They were soon joined by many other members of the Elite Guard.
"Perhaps the Shal’ba Bulma has other intentions towards the Shakan?" Vejiita-Zarshon boomed, saving humility for another day, his son assumed. The look on Shakan Brolli’s face suddenly enraged him, as it seemed a disgusting combination of satisfaction and seething pride. Vejiita’s brows furrowed as Brolli set down his glass.
"Perhaps, My King."  He replied, resting a palm on his leg and flexing the inside of his bicep. Vejiita nearly laughed aloud as he realized that the woman had most definitely already mated with Brolli; he recognized her scent from earlier when they’d first arrived. And by the looks of things, it seemed it had been going on for quite a while. Not that he blamed the warrior.  Bedding such an exotic female was quite an accomplishment indeed.
"Well, I certainly can’t blame you," Vejiita’s father gave voice to his thoughts; "such a woman is a prize indeed."
There was another chuckle of agreement, and Vejiita snorted in mock laughter. He was mildly surprised to see the look of discord on Brolli’s features as he replied,
"A pleasure, yes My Lord."  He sounded as if he was musing aloud. "A prize though...never. The Lady Bulma was a survivor of the Empire’s purge on Chikyuu several years ago. She is not a creature so easily tamed."
Vejiita’s curiosity was suddenly piqued, and he lifted one eyebrow before he spoke.
"Chikyuu...? There were less than ten survivors left after the Empire purged the puny little thing.  You mean to say she works for you, willingly, as though she holds no grudge against you - against us?”
There were many rumbles and questions as the group agreed with Vejiita’s question. He thought he saw the faintest hint of panic in Shakan Brolli’s eyes, and wondered how such an emotion had come to pass through the vision of such a man as the Kassha’hal.
"Though I hate to admit it, Zarshi-kalan, power over the lust of a woman can be a great power indeed."
Vejiita drew his bottom lip between his teeth and watched as the Chosen One tipped his glass towards the laughing Saiya-jin warriors around him, a spark of discontent in the signature of his jal’a. The Prince lifted his own glass, wary.

Bulma had been watching the festivities from the balcony for nearly an hour now, and Mizukashi’s second cycle moon, Perhini, was beginning its soft arch in the southern half of the sky. Its slightly greenish tint added a flavor to the air around her, and sparkled along the edges of her eyes. She blinked and watched as the ritual dancers in the hall stopped their movements and were dismissed. Yes…it was getting rather late and the feast was wearing down just as her body was.
Bulma sighed and pushed herself from the balcony, deciding another walk was in order. She’d already taken one earlier after leaving the dinner table. It had helped to clear her mind. Many thoughts raced through her calculating mind, and she needed to organize them; to make sure she was comfortable with her present state of mind.
The heavy night air clung to her body, causing a sheen of light perspiration to spread over the open back of her dress. It made her perfume begin to permeate the air she occupied, floating up from her warm neck as though she were trying to attract a mate. Bulma smirked as she headed down the hallway further from the crowds of partygoers.  For the most part, social events were amusing, but Bulma found that after an exhausting amount of time, even being around more than one person was tiring and often irritating.
The Governor’s Palace loomed over her like an umbrella, shielding her from the greenish moonlight, the dimly sunlit midnight.  Night noises were sounding over the fading music and voice that was still echoed from the main hall. Native wildlife had always been enthralling to her, and she studied it almost as diligently as she studied technology. Most of the wildlife subsisted and resided in the water, since more than ninety percent of the planet was covered in it, and there were relatively few aviary species: mostly sea birds and water skimmers.
Her mind drifted to that inner place where desires lay. The Monkey Prince certainly was a mountain worth conquering. She wondered how long Brolli would continue to witness her obvious flirting until he crushed under the weight of it. The most amusing element of all was that he tried to conceal the way it affected him, though she knew already that it affected him a great deal. It pleased Bulma to know that she was still in control, despite that she could tell Brolli was in the process of trying to reverse that fact. She wondered how long his mind would hold out, or if he would bother to wait that long before giving up.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a sharp click in the background, and she swerved around to face…nothing. She smirked again; if that fool was searching for her now, he had already made his presence known. She stood for a moment, listening for the faint flicker of particles that signified a teleport. When it did not come, she blinked slowly and narrowed her eyes in the dim light of the quiet hallway.
"You can come out now…I’m in no mood for hide-and-seek tonight, Brolli.”
"Isn’t that a Chikyuu-jin game?"
Her face fell into a smirk as Brolli’s voice, thick and husky, echoed in the hall from behind her. She turned slowly to see him leaning on the pillar that had slowly been making its way into her path, and she raised an eyebrow.
"I hadn’t expected you to leave the festivities so early, Shakan." Her voice carried in the heavy air of the hall, soaking into the stone pillar he leaned on.  She thought she saw him tense.
"The chaos was beginning to bore me…  As it seemed to have bored you.  I recall you left the dinner table before dessert was even served."
Bulma raised an eyebrow, seeing that he was in no mood for a mere quickie. Saiya-jin men reminded her very much of Chikyuu-jin dogs; sometimes they just wanted to fuck, other times they just wanted to play.
"So I did," she replied, grazing his gently shining body once with her eyes.  "The dinner conversation was beginning to bore me, if you’ll excuse me for saying so."
There was a soft rustle as Brolli straightened his back and clenched his fists, then purred in a rather primal fashion. Yes, he was definitely in the mood for play tonight. Bulma felt a chill of anticipation run from the center of her stomach and down in between her legs as he spoke.  A hint of a chuckle danced around the edge of his voice.
"I can’t say as I blame you.  But you should have stayed for the discussion after you left. It was quite interesting."
Bulma pursed her lips together and recalled how she had gracefully left the dining hall earlier, then wondered briefly if Vejiita-Zarshi had said anything about her.
"Don’t think I can’t tell how your scent changes when you think of someone else." His voice had changed suddenly, full of a jealous rage that he thought he was containing inside himself. Bulma let her lips curl into a smile, and decided to tempt his anger further.  It was starting…
"Am I your slave again, Brolli…?" She leaned into his breathing space and brushed her lips against his cheek, which she noted was burning like his aura.  "I think we both know that one of the only things you can’t control is me.  So do save the jealous rage bit for someone else. I have little to no tolerance for it."
With that, she turned abruptly to leave him standing there in a blaze of his own ire. To her great surprise, a hand tangled in her long aqua locks and took a fistful of them. She gasped angrily as Brolli pulled backwards harshly and held her flush against his sculpted chest.
"I’m surprised that after two years, larushinta, you would have less respect for me than you did when we first met. I mean after all," he blew against her ear and chuckled as she shuddered against him.  "Haven’t I lived up to your expectations, my little Chikyuu-jin?"
Bulma tensed in his grip and tightened her body against his. Then, in a voice that was as threatening as it was calm, she laughed.
"I find this sort of play highly arousing, Shakan…  But I would recommend your letting go of me."
"No," he purred against her cheek, "you see I’ve decided that tonight, I’m in charge. I know you get off controlling men, but don’t you think it’s time I had a turn?"
"Have I offended you, then?”  She asked him.  A cracking, evil little smile danced across her mouth.  He pressed burning lips to the quivering skin on her neck.
"You wouldn’t give a shit if you did, would you?"
Bulma took a deep breath and Brolli let his fingers relax, tossing her shining hair over her shoulders like rivulets of water.  Bulma pressed her lips together, and her tongue darted out to wet them.
"You know me too well, Brolli. It makes me wonder what this little liaison really means to you."
There was anger now in his aura.  Anger...and had it been produced by the truth in her words, or simply the way she had said it?  Bulma wondered; how long would he wait before admitting that she was right?  Something changed in his countenance though, and when he pressed his cheek to hers again she could feel that his jaw was clenched tightly.  He let his tail snake out from his waist and capture her wrists in a tight grip.
The amused taunt in her face and mouth was gone when he swiveled the both of them around until he had pushed her back up against the pillar and tangled his fingers in the disheveled waterfall of her hair once again.  Slowly, he tilted her head up until she could not see his black eyes anymore.  He pressed his lips into the pulse at her throat and growled; it was meant to show her his dominance.
Bulma squirmed beneath him and growled deeply in her throat. It was difficult to discourage him now, when the hot insistence of his mouth was melting the core of her insatiable vengeance.  But these Saiya-jin were her toys, a means to an end in her endeavors.  They were pets.  And a pet does not rule its master…
"Stop it," she said plainly, her words a simply flat line of direct order
Brolli laughed again, this time more loudly, and dragged his lips up her throat and onto her chin, then finally to her bottom lip.  He captured her mouth again in the softest and gentlest of kisses she had known him to give.  This kiss… It was a direct contrast to his beastly, deadly disposition.
To her surprise, Bulma returned his kiss quite willingly.  This acceptance was gradually aiding her descent into the madness of needing his touch. Bulma opened her eyes as he sucked on her bottom lip, and to her surprise his brows were cut into a scowl.  His grip tightened on her wrists, and the gentleness was suddenly overwhelming.    She tore her mouth away, breaking the silence, and the touch, with a desperate plea.
"Stop..."  She tossed her head to the side.  "Stop...Brolli, please, stop."
His brow furrowed, and he stopped.  A frown settled on his mouth, and he stood up straight, his eyes settling on her distressed cheeks and the slight shimmer that now trailed from one eye to her chin. Bulma was horrified to realize that it was a tear.  Gods… a real tear.  Her breath came in short, hacking gasps.  There was a deafening silence from him, and he let go of her wrists.
"Why?" he asked slowly and so quietly that she could barely hear him.  "Why should I stop?"
Since Bulma’s hands were now free, she seized this opportunity to grip both sides of his face.  She ground her mouth against his, igniting the flame of his desperate lust once again.  She willed him to forget about her tears, about her shaking hands and sorrowful voice.  He shoved her up against the pillar more forcefully, pressing his hot arousal against her as she wrapped her long legs about his powerful waist. Brolli found himself taken aback as she ripped her lips from his and bore into him with her sharp blue eyes.
"Don’t ever be gentle with me!  Don’t--not EVER!"  Her harsh voice was surely enough to rip his skin to shreds, but once she began rocking her hips against his, all thought was lost. He groaned softly as Bulma pressed her hungry mouth back to his and sucked on his top lip so hard she thought she might be biting it.
The feral violence of her assault seemed to fuel his desire for her, and she found him pushing away the material of her dress from her breast so he could tease it slowly with his tongue. Her fingers knotted themselves in his unruly hair and she tossed the diadem from his head down the hallway.
Bulma chose that moment to take hold of his waving tail and lick the tip of it.  Instinctively, he moaned and bit the hardened little nub of flesh beneath his tongue. She whimpered above him and stroked the tail further, knowing it would make him delirious with need for her. Brolli continued to devour her mouth, and her lips began to swell at the onslaught.
Bulma realized with dim prudency that he intended to fuck her right here – right here in the hall where someone might see.  Somehow it thrilled her, sent waves of desire crashing over her until the hot, wet center between her legs was crying out to be filled up by him – her Legendary Warrior.  Brolli loosed himself from his pants and lifted the sleek material of her dress. Her smooth legs tightened around his waist, and he stroked them before gripping her backside and thrusting himself into her until he was so deep that he gasped.
Bulma crossed her legs behind him and made a small thrust of her own that was powerful in its own right, and she whispered unmentionable things in his ear. Things she would do to him all night...things he never would have thought of himself...and it drove him further inside her.
He was trying, she realized...so desperately, he was trying to go slowly, to take his time and make this conspicuous interlude last as long as he possibly could. But her voice in his ear and the way her hips met his with each powerful thrust made him fall over the edge of control. As he slid himself out of her once, to the tip, she gasped loudly and threw her beautiful hair back as she tilted her head upwards.
"K--kassha-Kassha’hal! Finish it...finish it now!"
Her body sang for the soul-shattering release she knew he was capable of giving her, but Bulma found with dismay that he was chuckling against her lips.
“You’ve no idea how it feels when you beg.  Gods, it feels so good.”
She hissed at him, and gasped when he pulled himself out to the tip.  He waited there for an agonizing moment, until she tightened her legs again and caught him unawares.  His hips thrust forward unwittingly, but he braced himself against the pillar behind her and snarled.  There was a brilliant flash of yellow aura, and she saw his eyes blink from deepest black to blue, then back.  Bulma could see it then; he had lost this time.
Brolli growled loudly and dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her bottom, then pushed himself back into her with the brutal force they usually engaged in.  Bulma cried out this time, riding the release on each thrust of his powerful hips.  Brolli shouted and threw his head back – she could see the tense, corded muscles in his neck convulsing with his climax.
After he had finished, he buried his face in her neck and breathed deeply before sliding out of her and letting her feet back down to the ground. Finally, he met her eyes again, and the Lady Bulma was her old self once more...
"Gods...how intense, Shakan."  She told him, gaining her breath and the ability to speak. Unable to form any other response other than a knowing smirk, he nodded.
"I hope that’s not all you were prepared for."
In truth, Brolli probably would not sleep this night until he had mated with her at least three more times. She was still his drug, Bulma knew that as well as he did.  But as she took his hand and led him towards his chambers, something about his countenance was unfamiliar.  Tonight he was more calculating, more dangerous.
Bulma had discovered long ago that the Kassha’hal, the Chosen One, the most powerful Saiya-jin warrior known, was as compassionate as they came.  It was what had drawn her to him.  Despite his compassion, he was still Saiya-jin and she could exploit this weakness to bring him down as she had the others.  But this time, when he had chuckled at her begging insistence…  The gods damn him, he’d actually laughed at her!  Then she had seen something in his face.  It was desperation, and desperation was unpredictable.  And without predictability, how then could she control him?  And if she could not control him, then how in all the galaxies could she break him, as she had done Raditsu?  And how could she get at Prince Vejiita without breaking the Kassha’hal Brolli?
But, Kami damn his soul to the River of Blood, she would not let him beat her at her own game!