Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Saiyan Pride ❯ As Much as You Do ( Chapter 15 )

The Mysteries of Love:

Saiyan Pride

Chapter Fifteen

As Much As You Do

"VEGETA!" Bulma's lustfull purr broke through his sleep.

"Mmm." He growled.

"Vegeta." Bulma moaned softly as she ran her foot seductively along his leg. "If you keep up all this sleeping I'm going to think you're getting bored of me." She faked a deep sigh.

At her words Vegeta's eyes opened widely. With one swift moment he moved to lay on top of her, pressing his arousal against the flesh between her thighs. "Even in sleep I will not bore of you my insatiable temptress."

Bulma giggled but her eyes only mirrored his own desire. "I know, what do you think woke me up, if not that delicious dream you were just having." She ground her hips against his before surprising him by pushing him onto his back and straddling him.

Vegeta smirked as he pushed away her beautiful blue green hair from her face and over a creamy shoulder.

He looked into his mates eyes, those electric blue eyes, that were full of life. He could not believe that a month ago he had thought he would never see her again alive again. Until she had come to him like a beautiful dream.

He had sat in the private gardens, on a bench she had favored, his shoulders hunched as he wallowed in his despair. He looked at beauty of the garden like she had done countless times but could not feel any joy in the natural sights. Much like he could not find the ability to find interest in anything at all in life.

He knew he was failing her but he could not even begin to understand his grief let alone how to overcome it. He had even lost hope in training, his new found power could not even get him to find time to spar. This made him loose the fragile bond he had would his son.

Even the boy had seemed to be coping better with her death than he had. But Vegeta knew it was only because the boy believed Kakarot and his sons would find the Dragon Balls.

Vegeta had left him to it not daring to have hope himself. He had refused to bury Bulma in the tombstones underneath the Castle, not wanting one wretched creature to taint her beauty. So he had placed her in a glass coffin Zoron had created, in the very gardens she loved. An impenetrable coffin that would preserve her perfection forever.

Though he knew that Zoron and Trunks only humored his request as they had their own reasons for wanting to keep her as she was.

But as he sat on the bench, his shoulders hunched and his head in his hands he whispered her name as did countless times after her untimely death. "Bulma."

"Vegeta." At the soft call of his name Vegeta moaned. He conjured her up everywhere he went and he knew that was only because she was a part of him forever. Her scent, her face and her body haunted him day and night. His imagination was proving to be a bitter curse.

But at the feel of a tentative hand on his shoulder he slowly turned to look back. Although Trunks had come to sit with him silently for hours everyday, the boy had never attempted to touch him or even speak to him. It was the one time Vegeta felt like he and his son were on the same level.

But as Vegeta turned to stare into a pair of startling blue eyes his face paled and his jaw dropped.

Instinctively he flew of the bench and away from the image of his dead mate. For never had she looked so real before, not even in his dreams where could actually feel her against him.

"Either I'm dead or you are a ghost." He said harshly.

She smiled then, a beautiful smile that increased his belief that she must be an angel. She was dressed in the same silk gown of deep royal blue that he had dressed her in before placing her in her safe house.

"You are not dead." Even her words sounded so real that Vegeta's breath caught painfully in his throat.

"Then why are you intent on torturing me woman. Leave me alone."

She gave him a smirk like he had given her countless times before looking to the side of the bench he had sat on. He watched in astonishment as she plucked a Geolian flower from an overhead vine and held it in her hand. She then tilted it to find a sharp thorn at its side and pricked her index finger with it.

At the sight of the tiny droplets of her blood and the prickling sensation that Vegeta felt he knew that by some inexplicable miracle, she was alive. She was real!

Seeing comprehension dawn in his dark eyes she opened her arms widely and beckoned him to her. Fighting the urge to run to her for fear she may vanish like a hologram Vegeta walked tentatively towards her.

He slowly took her in his arms and when he felt the solid softness of her arms encircle him he felt himself breath as if for the first time in an entire month. The scent of her filled his entire being as if reawakening him from an unconscious slumber.

Questions ran through his mind but only one thing truly mattered at that very moment. And so he kissed her.

He drank in her sweet taste as a man on a desert would have as he found an oasis. Like a starved man Vegeta deepened the kiss and was rewarded with her moans of pleasure.

"I told you it wasn't a myth." Vegeta reluctantly broke the kiss to look at the intruding owner of the voice. He saw his son looking smugly at him, arms crossed at his chest.

"He looks just like you, doesn't he." Bulma said proudly as tears flowed unashamedly down her rosy cheeks.

"What do you want boy? Can't you see we are busy." Vegeta growled at his son.

Trunks rolled his eyes. "Well excuse me father but I too have not seen my mother for an entire month." Vegeta growled at the boy but Trunks did not back down. Instead he too growled at his father.

Bulma laughed out allowed, the melodious sound capturing the attention of the two Saiyans as they turned to gaze at her in open adoration.

"Oh its so good to be back." She said as she wrapped her hand around Vegeta's waist and beckoned for Trunks to come to her. As she lay her head on her mates shoulder she wrapped her other arm around her son. "I'm starving." She said simply. "Let's get something to eat." And the two Saiyans walked back to the Castle, protectively cocooning the precious woman at their sides. A woman who gave them both life, albeit in different ways. To one she literally gave life to while to the other she gave the will to live.

All Vegeta's earlier questions were answered during lunch. After Kakarot and his sons had found the Dragon Balls Trunks had taken Bulma, secretly, out from the glass coffin. Apparently the Namekian were very peaceful and kind hearted people who empathized with Kakarot's pain therefore giving him his first Dragon Ball and telling him how he would get the other six. A fact that Vegeta would have normally mocked at but this time he could only feel grateful that these kind of people still existed. After finding each of the other six guardians of the Dragon Balls Kakarot had been able to summon the Eternal Dragon and make his wish. And now Bulma was back where she belonged.

It all sounded so simple now, but in retrospect, the pain he had suffered through for that long month, was enough to last him an entire life time ... And then some.

Back in the present Vegeta watched his mates eyes cloud with passion as she caressed his naked chest. Vegeta lifted his hands to take her naked breasts fully into palms, stroking her nipples with his thumbs. She arched into him as her head rolled backwards in pleasure.

This is how it always was with them. They would always awake in the middle of the night or early parts of the morning to sate their desire. For as they slept naked in each others arms, even sleep was determined to show them how strong their bond was.

Bulma lifted her self off a little from Vegeta so she could position herself in taking his erection inside of her. Once the tip of his velvet encased steel touched her entrance she slowly sat back down on him. Her warm flesh taking him deep inside of her.

She set her own slow pace rocking her hips back and forth as she moaned her pleasure, their gazes locked in fierce communication.

Vegeta placed his hands on her hips to fasten the pace as Bulma bit her lip in pure pleasure. His tail coming forward to caress her silky skin and then finding the bud that was her clitoris.

He groaned in deep pleasure as he felt her clench around him and his own climax began to come. With one last deep thrust he took them both to that highest peak that only they visited. The peak of sensational bliss.

Bulma gave him a radiant smile before collapsing onto his chest. He held her tightly in his embrace as his tail encircled her waist possessively, bonding her to him forever. He kissed his marking on her neck and she shuddered in pleasure before snuggling closer into him.

"I love you Bulma." He whispered the words that he was finally brave enough to say into her ear. Softly enough so that only she could hear it. The words that he use to hate with a passion in the past but now mocked him everyday for how deeply he felt the emotion. He realized now that it did not make him a coward, having the capability to feel it only made you stronger! It was sad that it took him the death of a loved one to realize it, but he was just glad, for once faith had shown him kindness. For once he had received a second chance.

He felt her smile into his neck before she kissed her marking on his neck. "I love you too!" She said as her heart soared freely with miraculous bliss. "As much as you do." She said the words because even if he never said he loved her again, she could always feel it, radiating from him in waves.

Years of not knowing how to feel love and accept he acted as if he was a selfish, emotionless and detached man. But she knew better and even when he was just a proud detached man in the presence of others, all she had to do was read his deep eyes for the truth.

Eyes, that to the rest of the world, were cold and empty, but to her, were the most honest declaration of his undying love for her and their son.