Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Silver Springs ❯ Chapter 9

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Chapter 9: ?



Her skin was smooth, soft and damp. Her back arched with every thrust he made, her nipples brushing against his body, making her gasp and cry out with pleasure. He silently cursed himself for his weakness, his need to be buried inside the warmth of a woman as her soft curves moved underneath him, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him in deeper. The feel of her walls around him as they moved, her wet passion flowing around him, the smell of the perfect musk was enough to drive him mad. Not only was it the feeling that brought him back time and time again, but the sense of power he felt. He was in control. No matter what had happened that day, he could always return to them, part their legs with his knee and lose himself in their burning perfection.
Thrusting his hips harder, she dug her superbly manicured nails into his back as she stifled a moan against his shoulder. Over her cries, Vegeta heard a slight, timid knock at his door.

"What?" he demanded his voice as steady as it always was but louder to be heard over the moans.

"Um...pardon me Lord Vegeta but there is an urgent call on the video phone."

"Tell them I'm in a meeting." He said sharply, driving each syllable home with a thrust of his hips. She was screaming now.

"Sire, it's...it's King Kold." Said the voice, even softer than before. Vegeta froze, the woman panting against his shoulder.

"I will be there in a minute." He said. Hearing the echoes of the footsteps from the hallway, he withdrew from the concubine and rolled onto his back. He placed a hand on her head and guided her downward. Her expert hands and tongue did their job and 5 minutes later he was pulling on his clothes.

"Shall I remain here, Sire?" asked the purple-skinned concubine softly.

"Yes." He said, leaving her alone and shaking with need on the bed.



He arrived in the throne room with his mask fully in place. Any flush that may have been in his cheeks from the frenzied sex was gone, and he glared at screen that was illuminated with King Kold's image.

"Kold. To what do I owe this surprise?" he asked as he sat.

"Vegeta. You're looking well."

"Let's put the etiquette aside Kold and get down to business." Vegeta said, not really in the mood to deal with the Ice-jin at the moment.

"As you wish. I hear you've made quite a deal with Kermana. My sources say that you met with them today and promised to move their entire population to a new planet. That is quite the undertaking."

"Your sources are outdated, Kold, that deal had been sealed for awhile now." He didn't tell him that he had only made the deal a week ago.

"Indeed. And how do you plan to move all those people with your fleet?"

"You underestimate the size of my fleet."

"Perhaps I do. Just don't get yourself in over your head Vegeta. I'd hate to see that."

"I'm sure."

"Well, I'll be seeing you around." King Kold said and the screen went black.



He walked back to his room half-scowling, half-smiling. On one hand he was thrilled. King Kold wouldn't have bothered making a late-night videophone call to his worst enemy if he wasn't worried that Vegeta had finally gained the upper hand and the game would soon be over. On the other hand he was wondering exactly why he had called. To make sure the rumors were true, that Vegeta really had sealed a nearly impossible deal with Kermana? Or to make a point that Vegeta's fleet wasn't big enough for an undertaking like that and he was digging his own grave?

As he opened the door, the purple-skinned woman dropped the sheet she had been clutching around her nude form, unveiling herself like a fine statue. He shut the door behind him and allowed her to strip him of his armor and lead him back to the bed, where she proceeded to kiss his chest down to his shaft. Taking him into her mouth, she began to work her magic on him. Physically, he was enjoying it. Mentally however, he was light years away. His thoughts kept drifting to King Kold's call, the blue-haired human scientist and the boy that he had helped created all those years ago.

She was making his victory possible with her technology. This was the second time that she had done such a thing; the fist time was on Namek. By taking him into her shelter and allowing him time to heal after his battle with Zarbon. If she had left him on the battlefield that day, someone would have come along and killed him for sure. But in the extra time she had allowed him to gain enough strength to turn into a Super Saiyan and destroy Frieza. And now with the use of her capsules, she would allow him to claim the known universe as his empire.

Her willingness to help him was only part of what haunted him about her. She had given herself to him willingly. Unlike the woman whose head his hand rested on at the moment, she had not been trained to come to men and give herself on command. There had been no order that had brought her into his bed; she had come to him because she had wanted to. The concubines were trained to make men believe that they wanted them, that they would give them pleasure that no other woman could. When it came down to it, it was nothing but a job to them; their dead eyes gave them away every time. Not Bulma's. Her eyes had shown with want, need and passion. She wanted him, not the title that he had been given at birth, not because she was trained to, but because she wanted to feel his skin against hers. He had happily obliged.

He had even kissed her on the lips. Repeatedly. Kissing was something that he avoided; it made him feel vulnerable and exposed. But he hadn't thought twice as he wrapped his arms around her and explored her mouth with his own. His kiss revealed everything that his eyes couldn't, telling her that he wasn't in control and that he needed her almost desperately. That loss of control had led to the teenager he had encountered on earth. He should have been paying attention to her scent, more than the scent of her desire; he should have been paying attention to see if she was fertile at that time. But he hadn't been. He'd been to preoccupied with making that moment his, touching her every curve and committing it to memory, knowing that she may well be the only woman that wouldn't pursue him for reasons that would better her station in life.

It's why he preferred concubines. They were simple. Their station in life was to please him and in return he gave them food, shelter and clothing. It was lust, nothing more. They were not worthy of something as intimate as kissing, they would never want him just because they were attracted to him. He needed their bodies and they needed his protection in order to survive. Unlike the human woman who needed so much more from him, something he could never comprehend.

Stopping the concubine he ordered her out of the room. No matter what tricks she pulled out of her sleeve, there was no release for him the cards again tonight. He hated nights like this. It was a night that he could have lasted through multiple concubines without even trying, and they would have enjoyed it to no end. But there wouldn't be the mindless animalistic release that would send him into the dreamless sleep he craved. He headed to the shower, hoping the cold water would calm his excited body.

The shower had calmed his body, but it hadn't done a thing for his mind. Clad in his boxers and robe, he grabbed a glass of blood wine and headed onto the balcony. He didn't drink much, but every now and then it helped him sleep. That's what he was really hoping for.
The pale light of the blue moon filtered through the already pale city, built during Frieza's reign. The only building Vegeta had ordered rebuilt was the palace, making it an exact replica of the palace he had been born in on Vegetasei. It was his way of showing the entire population that the old ways they had known under Frieza were no more. He was king here.

Scanning the peaceful courtyard, he saw a figure standing on the lawn, gazing up at the stars. Even from his vantagepoint, he could see the washed out purple hair glowing in the moonlight. Vegeta blinked a few times, remembering that when he was a boy during his stay at the capital, he would often do the same thing, stand alone in the courtyard and stare into the heavens, looking for an answer to a question he didn't know how to ask. And now his son was doing the exact same thing without realizing it. It was one of the most surreal moments Vegeta had ever experienced.

Looking at the boy's profile, he realized that with his head tilted up like that to allow his hair to fall back, they looked a lot alike. The same large Saiyan ears, the aristocratic cheekbones and the defined jawbone. But the eyes and hair belonged to his mother. He had those eyes; strong and determined like hers. Vegeta felt for the boy's ki, curious to see what type of power the boy could possess. The only other Saiyan-human hybrid, Gohan, had been extremely strong for his age, he wondered if his own child could be capable of the same thing. He was a fighter, that much was evident, but his ki didn't even come close to Vegeta's own, not that he was surprised.



Trunks felt eyes watching him. He turned to locate them and found Vegeta, standing on the balcony, watching him intently. His first instinct was to look away, lower his eyes in a submissive fashion and walk away as fast as he could. But he fought it, locking eyes with the man. Neither looked away.

He wanted to know Vegeta; he wanted to know what type of man he was. They shared the same blood, it ran hot through both of them, something Trunks hated to admit to himself. But Vegeta's eyes were like rocks; he couldn't read them at all. The older man seemed to be searching for something. Trunks soon caught on that it was his ki, he wanted to know how strong he was. Vegeta scoffed and turned his eyes to the sky. He obviously had thought his power was low.

Trunks' anger flared a bit, but he still kept his ki suppressed. It had been suppressed since the day Vegeta had arrived. He wasn't about to let him know how strong he really was.

::Even if he knew, would it really matter? Would he come down here and embrace me like a father should do to a son? No, of course not. Jerk. He hasn't said one word to me since we got here, never mind how he treats Mom.:: Trunks thought to himself. Thinking of his mother made him even angrier. Vegeta was so cold and indifferent. How could he do that to a woman who had given herself to him and bore him a son? He clenched his fists.



Vegeta felt the rise in his son's power and turned back to him. He was glaring up at him, a scowl that would have done any Saiyan in the line of Vegeta proud, settling across his features. He locked eyes with the boy once more. The tension could be felt throughout the courtyard as they regarded each other.

::He's more fiery than I thought.:: Vegeta said to himself. ::But he's a weakling. He'll never do as an heir.::



::...weakling...:: came into Trunks' mind. He had managed to catch just a bit of Vegeta's thoughts.

::Weakling huh? We'll see old man, we'll see.:: Trunks thought and stalked out of the courtyard.