Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Stress ❯ Trust ( Chapter 7 )

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Stress

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This Is The Enforcer Speaking,

Okay guys, if I still have any fans out there, here is the next installment in my “epic tale” I've been having a difficult time writing, I've hit some very large road blocks in my life and those blocks transferred over to my writing. I hope that I've finally gotten my crap together and can present you with something that I can be proud of and that you can enjoy. Part of my difficulty has been my choice in my future carrier. I must go with my heart and will continue forward with my English Major. I went through a bit of a crisis over what I will do with myself when I get my degree. I can not pick a degree simply for the ability to get a job out of it. I am a writer and will always be a writer. I could apply to medical school if I wanted to (and believe me I get harassed by the counselors at my university who want me to go in that direction) but my true love is in my writing. So screw it. In any event…

On To The Story

Chapter 7

Trust

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Bulma wasn't sure which woke her first the cold or the aching of her body. It was too cold for the silk sheets that covered her.

Silk? She didn't have silk sheets. Bulma bolted up in a panic but after a moment of blinking her eyes focused on the room around her. It was Vegeta's room and the silk that pooled around her waist was the royal blue set that she'd given him as a welcome back gift. A small smile tugged at her lips, he actually used them.

Looking around his room Bulma realized she hadn't been inside of it since she had given it to him months before. The room was a reflection of the man himself. Neat and clean without a single none essential item.

Rain poured outside the windows and the balcony doors were wide open. Well, that would explain the cold, Bulma thought with a grumble. Naturally an early spring cold front had moved in.

Though Bulma wasn't surprised to wake up alone she couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. Where was Vegeta, had he flown off somewhere and left those doors open?

Rolling her eyes Bulma slipped from the bed, intent upon closing those doors, finding some clothes, and hunting down Prince pain-in-the-ass. Bulma remembered everything from the night before with an amazing amount of celerity, but she was confused at what had happened. She had lost herself, become an animal. The memories stopped when she passed out underneath Vegeta, with him whispering something softly over and over again. He must have carried her in off the balcony because she sure hadn't done it under her own power.

Bulma felt stiff and just a little bit sore as she walked to the open French doors. It was there that she found Vegeta.

He was in the rain, completely nude, head thrown back and eyes closed. Vegeta's normally gravity defying hair hung down around his shoulders, weighed down by the water. Something about that made Bulma catch her breath.

Swallowing thickly Bulma took a long look at her Prince. She hadn't exactly gotten a good look at his body the night before.

He had the body of Adonis, all compact, trim, and full of potential power. Her eyes lingered on the curve of his ass and the swell of chest. A small pang of sadness swept through her as she saw the spot where his tail had once been.

His back held more scars than his chest. It looked like they were from some kind of whip.

Bulma bet each and every scar on his body came with some horrifying tale. However, there was one mark on his body that had a happy story to go along with it. The bite that she'd left in his neck had been deep and would scar. Bulma couldn't believe she'd done that to him, the mark was horribly bruised.

Bulma found herself drawn out into the rain after him. Vegeta had to know she was there, but as she drew near he didn't make a single move to show that he was aware of her presence.

The rain was cold and Bulma was shivering by the time she wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her cheek against his back. Vegetas body was feverishly warm against the chill of her flesh.

Vegeta bowed his head. Bulma could feel the muscles of his back move with the action.

“Go inside.” Vegeta's voice was harsh as he spoke and Bulma's jaw tightened in response.

She'd been afraid of this; afraid that once he'd satisfied his lust he would dismiss her. But Bulma Briefs was no whore and would not be treated as such.

“No,” Bulma whispered, “I will not be tossed aside like trash.”

Vegeta sighed, turning to face her.

Bulma would not meet his eyes; she was embarrassed by her sudden need for him. She felt as if her world would shatter if he pulled away from her, turned her away. The woman felt weak and she knew that above all else her Prince hated weakness.

“I am not tossing you aside woman.” Vegeta's voice was less gruff this time and Bulma closed her eyes in mild relief. She felt his fingers under her chin as he turned her face up to his. “Must we go through this again?”

For a split second Bulma was confused but then it dawned on her. He wanted her to look at him. Bulma opened her eyes and found herself staring into Vegeta's burning depths.

“We are bound for all eternity, in death and in life. I could not be free of you even if I wished.” He closed his eyes and lean his forehead against hers before he continued. “There is much I need to explain to you but I can not do it right now.” Vegetas voice was starting to take on the hint of a growl.

She should have been terrified by Vegeta's words but instead, a heavy feeling of contentment washed over her. Bulma chose not to fight it, to just accept it. But she could tell that something was wrong with Vegeta, she could sense it.

“What's wrong Vegeta?” Bulma pulled her head away from his as she spoke.

“Nothing, woman.” Vegeta snapped at her.

Bulma had just about enough of being called woman.

“At least in private please call me by my name.” Bulma pushed away from him, though it pained her to do so. “Now tell me what is wrong.”

Vegeta growled, turning away from her yet again. Bulma started to shiver almost as soon as his skin was no longer touching hers.

“I need you.” His words were rough. Those three words tightened things low in Bulmas body. “I do not want to need you; I have never needed anybody in my entire life. Until now…and it is my own fault.”

Bulma wasn't sure what to say to that so she held her tongue, hoping Vegeta would continue. She would not be disappointed.

“I am a monster, a murderer, but you chose me. I should not have let you.” The self loathing in Vegetas words shocked Bulma more than anything that had happened to her in the past few days.

“I know what you are Vegeta, I knew what you were when I invited you to live here and I damn sure knew when I gave myself to you. It doesn't change a thing.” Bulma was unsure how to handle this weird mood Vegeta was in. It was so unlike him that she just didn't know what to do.

Suddenly Vegeta threw back his head and screamed.

Bulma stumbled backwards as Vegeta whipped around, grabbing her arm and turning her to the reflective surface of the mirrored balcony doors.

“Look at yourself, Bulma. Look at what I've done to you and tell me I will not be the death of you.”

It took her eyes a second to focus on her reflection, but when she finally made sense out of what she was seeing Vegetas fear became clear.

She looked like she'd been tortured, but what pleasant torture it had been. The bruises on her wrists were twice as bad as they had been and there were bruises that were just as ugly all along her thighs, both the inner and outer, her waist, and turning the side she saw bruises that were the perfect imprint of Vegetas hands on her ass. The bite mark on her neck was worse than the one she'd left on Vegeta.

Yet Bulma was not afraid.

“I see Vegeta but I do not fear you. You've claimed me now, so next time will be different.” Bulma turned back to him, glaring into his eyes.

“There won't be a next time.” There was no conviction behind Vegetas heated words and Bulma knew he was lying to himself and her. Bulma was beginning to realize that she could sense Vegeta's emotions.

“Don't fool yourself Vegeta. I can almost feel you inside of my mind.” Vegeta whole body tensed at her words.

“If I hadn't had enough sense to give you part of myself last night there is a very good chance I would have killed you. I am too powerful, too violent, to lose control with you.” Bulma gritted her teeth. She was cold and Vegetas strange mood was beginning to freak her out. “But by giving you my ki I take away who you are.”

Vegeta slammed his fist into the metal railing of the balcony. The railing bent like a wet noodle.

Bulma had had enough; she stepped forward and smacked him as hard as she could across the face. The woman knew it wouldn't hurt him, physically.

“Stop being an ass.” Bulma stared into his eyes, unrepentful. “I trust you.”

Vegeta's eyes were wide with shock, more over her words than the handprint on his face.

“You trust…me?” Vegeta seemed almost confused.

Bulma nodded. “With my life.”

Vegeta fell into a deep thought, he eyes going far away. Bulma stood there shaking in the pounding rain. She was beginning to feel the affects of this bond that had been created between them. It wasn't just her emotions she was feeling anymore, but some of Vegetas as well, mostly fear and anger. She could feel him inside of her head like a second heart beat.

The Prince had remained silent for so long that when he spoke it startled Bulma.

“Come here,” He drew Bulma into his arms and suddenly they were in a wash of Vegetas dark blue ki. They were instantly dry, Vegeta's hair was once again breaking the laws of gravity and Bulma was warm. “My Mate.” Vegeta growled and then captured her lips with his.

All Bulma could do was react, kissing him back with all the feeling she had in her. Molding her body to his Bulma gasped as their ki's mingled. Ecstasy raced through her and Bulma moan into Vegetas growl.

Scoping her up in his arms Vegeta carried Bulma inside, holding her with one arm he closed the door behind him, never breaking stride.

Laying her on the bed Vegeta let his ki dissipate. For Bulma if felt like losing a part of herself but she could still feel fear racing through her, a fear that was not her own but Vegeta's, though you couldn't tell by looking at him.

“If I start to hurt you…” Vegeta let his voice trail off but Bulma nodded her understanding.

“I have an idea.” Pushing gently on his shoulder Bulma got Vegeta to lay down on the bed underneath her.

Leaning forward Bulma ran her tongue along the bite mark on Vegetas neck. A shudder ran through him, encouraging her to keep going. Bulma nipped gently at his neck and collar bone. Bulma did something she'd been dying to do.

She licked and nibbled at the scars that crisscrossed Vegetas chest, working her way down his stomach. She had an unholy fascination with his abs and worshiped them thoroughly, licking and suckling at each individual mound of muscle. Vegeta growled and bucked under her touch.

A smirk tugged at Bulmas lips; she liked having this power over him, knowing how she affected him. Bulma ran her hands across her his chest wondering at the sensation, bending closer Bulma bit down gently on each nipple.

Vegeta growled again and finally he touched her, cupping her breasts and rolling her nipples between his fingers. Closing her eyes against the sensation Bulma moaned gently.

Bulma could feel Vegetas hard length pressing into her ass, but she wasn't ready for that just yet. She had something else in mind first. Grinning evilly Bulma slid down Vegetas body until she was face to face with his cock. For the first time Bulma truly appreciated his size. She had taken all of that? Wow.

Vegeta was chuckling slightly and Bulma frowned up at him figuring he was laughing at the look on her face, he smirked in response.

Wrapping her hand around his shaft Bulma took him into her mouth for the first time. Vegeta stopped laughing. Closing her eyes Bulma did her best to take him all the way down to the hilt, Vegeta moaned, arching his hips he reached for her, burying his hands in hair.

Bulma could taste precum on the tip of his manhood, flicking her tongue over it she moaned against him. It was sweet, he tasted so good. When Bulma started sucking on the head of his shaft Vegeta cried out.

“Gods Bulma.” His voice was thick and deep. Bulma moved her mouth faster, working him with her tongue when suddenly she found her self being pulled up and away from his cock. “Enough. Enough.” Vegeta was panting, his eyes closed.

Bulma knew it was time, she felt swollen and wet, simply from sucking on him. She wanted him inside her. Looking into Vegetas obsidian eyes she reached between them grasping his slick manhood and slowly lowering her self down onto him. She flinched at a small sharp pain but it didn't last long as she slid him inside of her inch by inch until he was fully sheathed inside of her.

Bending down Bulma brushed her lips across his and then she began to move, slowly at first and then faster as she began to feel the first stirrings of orgasm building within her. Yet, Bulma couldn't stand it anymore. She wanted him on top; she wanted him to touch her.

“Vegeta…” Bulma pleaded with him. “Please, I trust you.” He met her gaze; she couldn't read the look in his eyes but the next thing Bulma knew she was underneath him. Vegeta slowly pushed himself inside of her, and then pulled out almost all the way and then back in again.

“Faster.” Bulma begged. She wanted him to lose control, she wanted him to lose himself but he was being too careful. Vegeta began moving a little faster, but not as fast as Bulma wanted. Growling Bulma tangled her hands in Vegeta's hair, it was softer than it looked, and pulled him down to her.

She set her teeth into his neck, reopening the bite from the night before. Blood spilled sweet and warm into her mouth. Bulma swallowed greedily. Vegeta roared, that was the only word for it. Bulma felt it when he lost his battle with himself, she knew it was dangerous to play on his Saiyan instincts but she didn't care.

Vegeta slid into her as fast as she could handle, tearing screams from her throat, but it didn't hurt. It was as if his body just knew when to stop to keep from damaging her.

The orgasm hit her suddenly, taking her by surprise. Bulma cried out Vegetas name as she came around him, clawing up his back. Grasping her wrists in his hands Vegeta pinned them above her head.

“Bulma?” He breathed into her ear, asking her for permission. Bulma knew what he wanted. Turning her head to the side she bared her neck to him.

His tongue ran over the bite mark already there as he worked her up to her second orgasm. As he ran his tongue over the older wound pure pleaser shot through her body and when he bit down sinking his teeth into her neck it brought her over the edge. She came again as Vegeta drank from her.

Blue ki enveloped them and Vegeta cried out, throwing his head back as he finally allowed himself release.

Before he could collapse on top of her and crush her, Vegeta rolled over onto his back taking Bulma with him, letting her rest on top of him. Bulma couldn't move and had to focus all her attention on simply relearning how to breathe.

“Where are you hurt?” Vegeta whispered. “I smelled blood before I bit you, don't lie to me.” Bulma blinked in confusion. Blood? She didn't hurt, he hadn't hurt her. What was he talking about? Unless…Of course, that was it.

“It was just from when you slid inside me. I'll probably bleed the first few times.” Bulma blushed when she said it. After all they'd done, talking about this made her blush? Sheesh.

Vegeta eyed her and Bulma could tell he was trying to decide if she was telling him the truth.

“Trust me.” Bulma looked into his eyes. Vegeta fell silent and Bulma laid her ear against his chest, listening to his heart beat too fast. Bulma knew he was going to speak before he did, it was a little disturbing, but what he said made her heart flutter.

“I do.”

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A/N: Yuck, Yuck, Yuck. That was sooooo stupid hard to write. I'm not good at balancing a Vegeta who is beginning to change yet still keeping him in character and no letting him get way to mushy. Bleh, this took FOREVER. I hope you do enjoy to some extent though. I fought with this thing, fought with it and fought with it some more. Hopefully the next chapter won't take months for me to write. Pathetic. (Crosses arms Vege style) Don't worry in the next chappy the bond will be more thoroughly explained. It has something to do with Vegetas strange new emotions. TRUST ME. Lol R&R's are always welcome. Well, until next time!

-The Enforcer