Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Show Him How ❯ The hunt... ( Chapter 30 )

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Author's Note: Heyo! I know I was supposed to update this morning…but I got caught up watching my Canadian boys kick some major ass in hockey today! Whoo! Bringin' home the gold!

*Special thanks to Vegetababe, Kat8125, ssjblackguy, and Bulma Peacecraft for beta-ing*

Show Him How

Chapter 30

The hunt…

Last Time: Bulma and Vegeta arrive on Imtor, and end up in a secluded cabin in the woods.

"Run fast, and run hard, little female," He hissed, pressing his lips against hers in a passionate kiss, before stepping away. Bulma froze, caught in his gaze. The intensity in his voice was evident as he spoke again, sending shivers down her spine. She swallowed hard, trying to back up, but hitting the wall again, her mind in a complete haze. What was he doing to affect her so badly? There was such urgency in the air, and, moving, she could feel the tension in her body. "Because when I catch you, I'm never letting go."

Breathing hard, she turned away from him and ran.

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Her heart thudded wildly against her ribcage as she raced out of the room, nearly tumbling down the grand staircase in her hurry. Hopping up on to the railing, she slid down the smooth banister and jumped down onto the floor, looking back once to see Vegeta calmly walking down the stairs after her. He was close, she knew, and if she stopped to put on shoes, he would surely catch her, so she flung open one massive wooden door and dashed outside in her socks.

Realizing that she was as good as caught standing dumbly in the clearing around the lodge, she dashed toward the surrounding woods, dark and foreboding, and suddenly remembered her earlier thoughts about horror movies being set in such romantic, secluded places.

The ground was soft and spongy between the trees, covered by moss and small plants, so despite her shoeless situation, Bulma was finding it quite easy to run. All she had to worry about was accidentally colliding with a prickly bush now.

Off in the distance, she heard the heavy door of the lodge slam shut, and pushed herself to run harder. Vegeta, however, smirked, lifting his nose to the air in order to catch her scent. He would move slowly at first, give her a head start in order to make the hunt more interesting. His chosen one was strong enough now, after the rigorous training program he had put her through on Strata Phon, to evade him for a little while, and even to handle the rough need that would overtake him once he found her.

Of course, he would never be so violent as to hurt her, nor was that the intent of the hunt. However, in such a fit of animalistic passion, he would allow his Saiyan instincts to take over, thereby releasing the primal beast all true Saiyans were inside.

Nerves tingling, he caught her excitement wafting on the breeze, and set off to find his little hunted woman.

Bulma streaked wildly through the woods, dodging fallen trees and bushes. She was panting heavily, though not necessarily with strain. There was something strange in the air tonight, something in her brain that told her to run, even when she wanted nothing more than to curl up in Vegeta's arms and stay there forever.

Why in hell was she running from him anyway? She was tired and sweaty, her muscles aching with strain…but there was something so indescribably erotic about being chased through the woods by the Saiyan Prince that set her blood on fire. Despite the scratches and bruises gained by her little escapade through a closely-knit bunch of branches, the junction between her thighs was absolutely burning with need. Her whole body was tingling with the excitement of it all, and she couldn't help but to tremble with anticipation of what was to come when he finally caught her. She had never been told…but the look in his eyes…the intensity of his touch…she knew.

A twig snapped off to her right, and her head snapped up. Stopping dead in her tracks, she looked around, cautiously, for any sign of the Saiyan, but there was nothing. Sighing, she slumped against a tree, taking a moment to catch her breath before running again.

Vegeta smirked, his tail coiling about in the air as he watched his female lean up against the tree. He felt so alive, his whole body twitching with anticipation of what was to come. Her scent was thick in the air, so sweet and alluring, and his arousal intensified to unbelievable heights as he strained against the loose fabric of his pants.

She was so pretty, his little woman, so pretty and delicate and so very perfect. He needed to make her his, to possess her and at the same time…be possessed by her. He had never wanted anything more in his entire lifetime. Even the dream of becoming a Super Saiyan was paltry compared to the idea of taking Bulma as his mate. He had the legendary power already, and it hadn't brought him any more happiness than he had had before…but to wake up every morning knowing she would be beside him…that would be…wonderful.

Bulma's eyes snapped open, her head jerking up to stare into the woods around her. She watched in awe, her eyes widening in a mixture of fear and longing, as Vegeta stepped out of the shadows toward her. Kami, he was so perfect, with his rippling muscles and chiseled features. She began to pant harder, her chest heaving as he moved closer to her, ever so slowly. Her back scraped against the rough bark of the tree, through the thin shirt she wore, and she whimpered, confusion taking over her mind.

An animal screeched in the distance, brutally snapping Bulma out of her trance. With a gasp, she turned and ran away from the encroaching male, her feet sinking into the mossy ground as she went. Smirking, Vegeta was on her in a second, grabbing her around the waist and tackling her to the squishy ground as she cried out in shock.

"Well, well, well…Look what we have here," he purred, pressing her body into the ground with the weight of his own as he straddled her. She was on her belly, with her arms sprawled out to the sides, held firmly to the forest floor by Vegeta's hands. "It seems I've caught something very interesting." His head moved down to nip at her shoulders and the back of her neck, and he breathed gently into her ear, gently taking the lobe between sharp Saiyan teeth.

Releasing her arms, Vegeta quickly raised himself up to flip her over, so that she was laying on her back, her head cushioned by the soft mossy ground. Once she was flipped, he lowered himself again, sitting on her hips to keep her lower body steady. He quickly grabbed her wrists again, pinning them up above her head with one hand as the other ran up and down her body, gently teasing over her breasts and stomach as she squirmed about under him.

Bulma gasped softly and arched her back upward as Vegeta's fingers trailed over one jutted nipple, teasing her through the fabric of her shirt. Shifting his body, he leant down, touching his lips to the hardened peak, gently scraping it with his teeth as his free hand moved to pinch and toy with the other.

Moaning quietly, Bulma arched again, her hips rubbing against Vegeta's as he pushed down, restricting her movement. She wanted to feel his lips and hands on her skin, teasing and touching her without the barrier of fabric.

"This has been too easy, little one," Vegeta purred, kissing up to her jaw before pressing his lips roughly against hers, his tongue slipping into her mouth as she moaned against him. "I had been hoping for more of a challenge…" He whispered, breaking the kiss. With a dark little chuckle, he took hold of her shirt and tore it off her, leaving only a black satin bra and a few scraps of tattered cotton.

He laughed at the tiny little growl she gave, and pressed her down harder when she began wriggling and bucking. "Easy?" she hissed, "you think this is easy? Well I'll give you a challenge, mister!" She thrashed about under him, growing angrier as he merely laughed.

"Will you?" he asked, trailing his fingers down her cheek, following a bath her collarbone and down into the hollow between her breasts. "Will you really?" His voice was husky with passion as he spoke, pressing his hips down on to hers insistently. "I would enjoy that…a challenge…" His eyes grew hazy as he let go of her wrists to trail his hands down her bare sides, gently cupping her satin covered breasts.

Bulma felt the need to run again, to get away from him and prove herself a worthy challenge, but it was impossible to get out from under him. He was heavy, and she was trapped until he decided to move. If he kept up what he was doing though, she knew that soon she wouldn't be able to make herself run.

Agonizingly tender in his touches, Vegeta reached under her back, flipping open the catch to her bra with deft fingers. A soft rumble emanating from his throat, he leant his head down to catch the bra in his teeth, right between the satiny cups, and pulled it off of her body, allowing the glorious mounds of flesh to bounce about, free of support.

Tossing the undergarment to the side, Vegeta cupped her breasts in his hands, kneading the soft mounds as his thumbs brushed across sensitive, dusty pink nipples. He lowered his head to one, running his tongue slowly around the jutted little peak before taking it between his lips, suckling gently as the female below him moaned.

"Ahh…Vegeta…" she sighed, amazed that such a simple act could excite her so. If she was so aroused from this, what would happen when he decided it was time to toy with her lower parts? She would have to get away before that happened, her mind told her, or else she would never be able to escape and prove herself a worthy challenge.

But did she really want to get away? It was so nice to lay beneath him…his touch…it felt so good. But this…this hunt of his…he had said he wanted a challenge…and there was no way at all that she wanted to disappoint him. She would run the minute she got a chance; she would run and try as hard as she could.

Vegeta's hands roamed lower as his mouth switched to tease at her other breast, trailing slowly down her stomach, and stopping to rest over the fly of her jeans. He hadn't given her the chance to change after their dinner. Drawing a loud moan from Bulma as he blew gently on her damp flesh, he popped the button on her jeans and tugged the zipper down. He eased the stiff fabric down over her hips, removing himself from her body so that he could slip the pants down over her legs. He plucked the socks from her feet too, tossing them into the bushes behind them.

Bulma took the opportunity, and as soon as she was free of her jeans, she kicked out at the unsuspecting Vegeta, not hurting him, but startling him enough that he lost his balance for a moment. She scrambled quickly up off the ground, bolting into the forest as she wove her way around trees and bushes.

Picking himself up from the ground, Vegeta smirked. This was what he wanted, a challenge. He wanted her to run as hard as she possibly could, and fight him till she couldn't bear to resist any longer…then he would take her and claim her and make her his own forever.

Blocking out her miniscule ki signature so as to get rid of the unfair advantage he held over her, he set off after her again, following the intoxicating scent of her arousal through the air. It was like heaven to him, an irresistible force pulling him along, and he was all too happy to give in and follow.

Wincing, Bulma stopped for a moment to rub her sore breasts. Running without the support of a bra, or even a shirt, was not exactly the most painless thing she could have been doing. In a second though, she was reminded of Vegeta's gentle hands cupping her, his hot mouth surrounding her nipples, and she moaned, in spite of herself, and felt a new moisture building up between her thighs. She was absolutely dripping with want for the Saiyan no Ouji.

Shaking her head free of such thoughts, she set off again, using her arms to try and brace her bouncing chest. She ran quickly, darting in between trees and jumping over fallen logs until she came to the bank of a gushing river.

"This must be the Yebara," she mused, remembering the conversation she had had with Vegeta earlier in the day. "He did say that a branch of it flowed near Boorin's lodge…and he did say we could go swimming in it…" she mumbled, dipping her toe into the water, and finding it to be surprisingly warm.

If she got in the water and swam to the other side, it might do something to get rid of the scent trail she knew she was leaving. More than once, she remembered Vegeta being able to smell her arousal, and was sure that he was detecting her easily, what with how wet she was. Surely though, if he suddenly lost the scent, he would immediately guess that she had jumped into the river. He was smart like that…

A plan jumping into her head, Bulma quickly stepped out of her soaked panties, balled them up in her fist, and tossed them as far as she could into the trees. They carried her scent, and hopefully, Vegeta would be thrown off by it long enough for her to gain some ground. Laughing to herself at the absurdity of the situation, she turned and dove into the river.

Not far off, Vegeta stared, wide eyed, at the white silk thong that dangled from the branch in front of his eyes. One more step, and the thing would have landed right on top of his head. Inhaling deeply, he chuckled to himself, plucking the garment off of the branch and bringing it to his nose. He heard the river off in the distance, and knew immediately where his little vixen had gone. Silly thing, thinking she could throw him off of her trail with a pair of panties, enticing as they were.

Bulma surfaced at the other shore, shaking her head to free her hair of some of the water, to see a pair of white boots on the ground in front of her. Looking up with wide eyes, she met the laughing eyes of her Saiyan pursuer, her panties dangling from his hand.

"I think these belong to you." He smirked, dropping them on the ground beside him as his eyes roved over her exposed chest, droplets of water clinging to her flesh. He pulled off his own shirt and kicked his boots off, tossing them into a pile as Bulma watched, unable to move. His pants followed, as did his boxers, and he grunted, glad to finally be free of the confines of his clothing.

Bulma moaned in distress, unable to take her eyes off of Vegeta's engorged manhood as she backed up, deeper into the river, intending to turn and swim for the other side, even though she knew he could easily beat her. He dove into the water though, quickly surfacing to grab her around the waist, pulling her soft body tightly against his own. She moaned, loudly, feeling him press, hard and thick, against her quivering womanhood, and she clung to him, tired and wanting only to surrender.

Growling in pleasure, Vegeta forced her to look up at him again, and caught her lips in a passionate kiss as his hands trailed lower to cup her bottom, pressing her groin closer to his as she wrapped frail arms around his thick, corded neck. Her legs wound around his waist, rubbing his furred tail as they gripped him tightly.

Stifling a groan, the Saiyan turned toward the shore with his precious cargo, carrying her till he reached solid ground, where he knelt down to lay her gently on her back. She clung to him still, pulling his body on top of her own as her breasts heaved with excitement. She whimpered though, as he pulled away, disliking the way she was trying to take more control. He growled at the thought, deciding to teach her a little lesson about who was the hunter, and who was the hunted.

She reached out to him again, and he growled, pushing her arms to the ground and holding them there. He straddled her hips again, as he had earlier, but did not sit on them as he leaned over to whisper in her ear. "I've caught you, little one," his husky whisper sent shivers down her spine, and she arched, involuntarily whimpering. "What are you going to do now?" He licked her ear lobe before kissing her jawbone, trailing his lips down the smooth column of her neck, and across her collarbone. Lightly, he trailed more butterfly kisses between her breasts and down across her belly, scraping his teeth across her belly button. Reaching the tuft of damp curls, he smirked and forced her legs apart, not that she was objecting in the first place, before dragging his tongue up the inside of her thigh.

He moaned, inhaling deeply of her scent, and breathed out heavily, his warm breath washing over her quivering flesh. She whimpered and lifted her hips off the ground a slight bit, offering herself to him, and he smirked, truly enjoying the power he had over her. With a light chuckle, he dragged his tongue across her, earning a delighted hiss as his reward.

Pulling his head away from her, Vegeta sat up, pulling Bulma up against him, still on her back. He pulled her arms down behind her, bringing his tail around to hold them securely under her, and used his own hands to hook her knees over his shoulders. His hands, now free, gripped her hips to help support her back as he dipped back in between her thighs, his tongue darting out once again to delve between the velvety folds and deep inside of her.

Bulma moaned, a shiver running through her body as she felt his mouth on her, his tongue twisting slowly in and out of her most intimate place, as she lay prone on the ground. It was strangely exciting to be so dominated by a male, especially in such a setting. When Vegeta had made love to her before, he had been the dominant force, but not nearly so forceful about it, and her previous lovers, before the Saiyan no Ouji, had usually been the submissive type. It was how she had always liked it, being in control had always been important to her…but now, laying helplessly on the ground as the animalistic prince ravaged her…it was absolutely amazing.

Shifting her body again, Vegeta brought one hand up, slipping two fingers into her wet passage to continue where his tongue left off, as his mouth traveled up to take her clit between his lips, squeezing and licking at it as he felt Bulma begin to pulse around him. She was very close, he could tell by the way her breathing quickened and her eyes widened, and curling his fingers inside of her, he rubbed hard, and scraped the sensitive bud between his lips every so lightly with sharp Saiyan teeth. Bulma shrieked, arching her hips upward as she came, thrashing and moaning and tossing her head from side to side as she struggled to deal with the waves of pleasure assaulting her body.

Crawling over her as she squirmed about, Vegeta positioned himself to enter her body. Bulma looked up, the shocks of pleasure dissipating, to see Vegeta above her, and she bit her lip lightly, her eyes unwilling to focus as she felt the tip of him nudging into her.

He hissed as he slid himself into the tight, wet passage, still contracting occasionally from her orgasm. The sensation though, of her surrounding him, of her arms and legs wrapping around his body…it was absolute bliss. No pleasure in the universe could compare to what he was feeling at that moment, and he sighed quietly, burying his face in the crook of her shoulder as his chest pressed down against her soft, firm breasts. His tail jerked wildly about a few times, mirroring his excitement, before winding itself tightly around her thigh.

Vegeta moved slowly at first, building up a rhythm as Bulma gradually returned to reality. As he felt her hips grinding up against his though, he began to speed up, pumping faster and harder until he had her crying out loud with pleasure. He felt her tighten around him, gushing with moisture as she came, whimpering and squirming under him. Hissing, he tried to control himself, desperately wanting to prolong their pleasure, but she was contracting so tightly around him and it felt so good…

With a deafening roar, Vegeta let himself spill into the tiny female, clamping his powerful jaw down onto her neck when he no longer had the breath to scream. With a growl, he sunk his teeth into her flesh, puncturing the skin as Bulma shrieked in pain. She thrashed under him, clawing at his chest and pushing at him, trying to make him stop.

A low growl escaped his throat, and he caught her arms in his, pinning them up above her head with one hand as he braced himself with the other. He trapped her legs, kicking and straining, under his heavier ones, pressing his body down so she could scarcely move. His tail slithered under her waist, pulling her up and effectively securing her to the hard Saiyan body atop of her.

Vegeta groaned, lapping at the bite wound. She was…intoxicating. His head was spinning, and he could feel himself begin to harden again. Bulma felt it too, and she whimpered, the feeling of frightened lust coming back to her again. She didn't know what he planned to do to her, and she was frightened…but whatever it was, there was a large part of her that wanted him to do it.

Vegeta's mouth left her shoulder for a moment, his tongue darting out to lick the blood from his lips. The bloodlust was overtaking him, he knew, and it was what he had worried about. The initial hunt was never terribly brutal…but after the marking…after tasting his mate's blood, his primal side took over.

Bulma whimpered quietly, and Vegeta's head rose to look at her, still licking the red tint from his lips. Their eyes locked, and he smirked, his lips crushing down on hers before she could even protest. His kiss was rough, passionate, with a bruising intensity to it that Bulma found more arousing than she cared to admit. He was demanding and forceful as his tongue snaked into her mouth, battling and teasing at her own.

He pulled roughly out of her, now completely aroused, and quickly flipped her onto her belly, roughly hoisting her hips up, forcing her onto her hands and knees. Pulling her thighs apart, he grabbed her hips again and slammed himself into her, delighting in the strangled cry of pleasure that assaulted his ears. He gripped her tightly, pulling her backward to meet his thrusts.

Bulma moaned, her throat hoarse, as Vegeta slammed into her again. Her fingers dug into the ground as she tried to keep herself steady. He began moving faster, pumping harder, and her vision was beginning to blur. Her eyes crossed for a moment, and she moaned again, feeling her arms begin to shake. He leant over her back, dragging his tongue up her spine as he pulled her back to meet him, and she shivered, tingling sensations running through all of her nerves.

Gasping for breath, she felt herself begin to contract again, seeing stars as she released. Her arms gave out and she fell to the ground, her backside still being held up by the Saiyan. She heard him groan though, felt his body go tense and relax suddenly as he let out a howl, thrusting wildly a few last times before collapsing on top of her.

Panting, he grasped her and rolled them both over so that his heavy body would not crush her fragile one. He held her to him, carefully, feeling his normal self return, and lapped gently at the bite wound, still tender. She tried to pull away, still nervous, but he shushed her with a simple breath, and she quieted, curling into him with a contented sigh.

Next Time: The last chapter! I promise…well, actually, I won't, just incase. But anyway, our favorite hot 'n bothered couple returns to Earth, and the story wraps to a close.

Okay, so this chapter was supposed to be the last…well, I lied. *giggle* Actually, I didn't lie, but I thought it was going to be the last…I underestimated the length of the hunt…Did anyone else notice that this is the longest chapter of SHH so far? Just goes to show that I'm a hentai! *giggle*

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