Surviving Together

Chapter 9 - Something to Ease the Pain

It had been two months and Bulma had heard nothing of the Saiya-jins. To be honest she loved the lack of Nappa and Radditz, but she somehow managed to find herself missing Vegeta. She assumed it was some overly emotional attachment to the man she had given her virginity to. She had heard about feelings of the like occurring, but during the past month she started to believe it was something more. She was having a hard time sleeping, and during the day she was constantly distracted. She found Vegeta was always on her mind, and even her body. Some nights as she lay in his bed she could still smell his scent, and remember what it felt like having him wrapped around her. She would continually start getting a familiar pain in her groin, making it all too clear that her body had not had enough of him.

She finally received some news about what had been going on from Zarra one afternoon when they were eating lunch. "My brother sent me a transmissions today, he is finally coming home from his extra purging mission."

"Extra purging mission? He's been on back to back missions for the last month," Bulma wondered rather confused, though not upset in the least.

"Well he was not supposed to go on this last one, something about cleaning up the 'mess' the monkeys made, as he put it."

Bulma's eyes went wide, "what does that mean?"

"Well," Zarra leaned in so no one could hear. "Apparently the Garchians, who the Saiya-jins went to kill, turned out to be much more lethal than Freeza imagined. Apparently one of the Saiya-jins was killed during the mission and the other two were taken prisoner. Zarbon had to go retrieve them and finish the mission himself."

"Do you know which one of them was killed?" Bulma swallowed, trying not to shake.

"No," Zarra shook her head, "but I know it was not Nappa, because he was the one that sent the transmission."

Bulma felt a genuine pang of fear run through her veins. Zarra noticed how pale she turned and stared at her with blatant confused. "What's wrong? I thought you would be excited one of those beasts was dead."

"I am, I just… I'm not feeling very well, I think I could use some rest," she muttered before she ran out of the dinning hall, leaving Zarra wondering what that was all about.

When Bulma arrived back in her room, her face was cover in tears. If her feelings were unclear to her before, they were made crystal clear after this. The possibility of his death was more than enough for her to feel sick. When she first arrived on this ship she had nothing. Her planet was destroyed, her family and friends were dead, and she was sentenced to be a sex slave. She had nothing to live for, death actually started to sound appealing. But it all changed. She was never forced to do what she was meant for, she was instead protected, and even more than that she began to feel as though she had someone who cared for her.

To call what she realized developed love would be ridiculous. She was seventeen and he was a cold-hearted unfeeling murderer. But what she felt for him seemed to defy logic. The way they could argue with such passion and fire, and then the way he could be so gentle with her, so protective. Bulma told herself she was too young and naïve to understand it, but her heart told her differently.

Crawling into their bed, and tightly wrapping the covers around her body, Bulma wiped her tears. "Please be alright, Vegeta. I need you," she whispered before calming her grief-stricken state and finally drifting off to sleep.

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Vegeta sat in his space pod on life support after Zarbon had thrown him inside. He had never failed a mission before, but he had never fought a people like the Garchians before. They were a cleaver and powerful race. Their fighting techniques were unlike anything he had ever seen. They killed Radditz as if it were nothing, and then, with only slightly more effort, defeated Nappa and himself. He was thrown in a cell for two weeks before he saw Zarbon appear with a condescending look about him. Of course Zarbon was not in great shape himself, the Garchians must have given him a true battle as well, however he must have defeated them, because here he was, leaving one hell for another.

Of course the hell he was going to did have a silver lining. He would get to see his little blue haired minx again. She was what kept him alive these last few days. He constantly thought about her, dreamed about her, hoped for her to be there waiting for his return. He imagined the passionate scenario where he would walk in the door, she would run into his arms, and they would tear each other's cloths off, passionately devouring each other all night long. But all too soon he would remember how one sided his desire was, and that the most he could hope for would be a tender smile and a soft huge. However, at that moment, he felt that would be enough.

It was after the weeklong trip back to Freeza's ship, Vegeta managed to recover about half his strength. He was able to pull himself out of his space pod and walk on his own power back to his room. He ignored the ridicule he faced and forgot about attending to his fellow Saiya-jin; he just wanted to get back to his room. He wanted to get back to her.

It was the middle of the night when he came in, Bulma was already asleep, though interestingly enough, on his side of the bed. He smirked as he sat next to her. "Did you miss me, little one?" he wondered as he pulled a glove off to touch her face. She was so delicate against his sore broken body. "Woman," he spoke softly as he watched her stir.

Bulma quietly moaned before she lifted her eyelids, a smile crept across her lips as she saw the figure before her. "Vegeta," she whispered as she sat up and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him lovingly, "I was so worried about you."

Vegeta smirked as he heard her speak. He always loved the way his name sounded rolling off her lips. Closing his eyes he took in her scent, she always smelled of lavender, and it always drove him wild. He nestled his head in her soft hair as he allowed his body to begin to relax. However, as soon as he did, Bulma pulled away from him as she scratched her noise. "You smell awful."

Vegeta frowned at how she was ruining his moment. "Well what did you expect?" he asked a little more irritated than he wanted to sound.

Bulma only shook her head at him as she rose and went into the washroom. He heard her turn the water on and then come back out. She took his hands and guided him inside. "You need to bathe," she said simply as he pulled what was left of his armor over his head. His spandex suit came next as she pulled it down to his waist and then stopped to shut the water off. "Get in."

Vegeta looked at her sideways. "You do realize a shower is much quicker than taking a bath," he remarked as he started to pull his boots off.

"I know, but it's not as much fun," she grinned as she pulled her shirt off and then her pants.

Vegeta watched her rather surprised as she stripped as well. "I thought this was my bath," he smirked as he stopped undressing to wait for an explanation.

"Oh, it is," Bulma reflected his smirk as she then reached behind her back and unhooked her bra strap. After slowly discarding the garment, as Vegeta's eyes became fixated on her ample mounds, Bulma seductively slid her hands down to her hips, leisurely stripped from her body the final garment that was coving her. Vegeta looked on in utter bliss at the perfect woman before him.

Bulma smiled at his reaction as she walked over to him. She caught his eyes with her own as she grabbed the remaining elastic of his suit. She then slowly pulled his uniform off, unveiling the battered, yet very aroused man in front of her. She slowly slipped a hand up his body to bring herself back to eye level with him. "It's my turn to bathe you," she whispered as she then stepped into the water and slid under the inches of warmth.

Extended her arms to the prince to guide him in, she watched as Vegeta slowly stepped into the water and sat down in between her thighs. Bulma then very welcomingly spread her legs completely and grabbed his shoulders to guide him to lay back. Vegeta let out a relaxing moan as he laid his head between her two soft breasts. He then tenderly wrapped his tail around her thigh before he closed his eyes. For once in his life he felt content, he felt as though he finally had something to ease his pain.

Bulma smiled as she felt some of his tensions slip away. She slowly ran hers fingers up and down the side of his arm with one hand as the other hand played with his hair. Bulma had never felt so relieved to have someone back as she did at that moment. For weeks she feared she would lose the one person who she found was keeping her alive. The hope of seeing his delicious smirk made her rush back to their room everyday in hopes of finding his return. However, now that he was here, she never wanted to let him go. She felt as though she could stay like this an eternity.

The two laid quietly in each other's grasp for two full hours. Each nodding off once and a while for some rest, but neither wanting to leave the other. Both wanted this, needed this, and were not going to let it be stolen from them.

"Vegeta," Bulma finally whispered, breaking their hours of silence.

Vegeta sighed as she spoke. He assumed she wanted to end this, but he did not want to here that. "Don't speak woman," he said lazily, "you'll ruin this for me."

Bulma shook her head as she laid back again. "I was only going to ask why you were gone so long."

Vegeta frowned as she mentioned it his failure. "We had problems," he said simply. "I assume you have not had any?" he asked partially to change the subject and partially out of concern.

Bulma knew he just wanted to shift the focus, so complied. "Aside from having a mild attack of the flu, I've been fine."

"Flu?" Vegeta asked confused, twisting his head to look upon her. "How the hell could you get a pathetic illness like that?"

"I don't know," she shrugged embarrassedly, "it was probably just from being worn out."

"Worn out?" Vegeta chuckled at the absurdity. "From what? All of that tireless work you do?"

Bulma began to laugh at how ridiculous that probably sounded to him. "I'm serious though. You had me worried," she said with all sincerity.

"Really?" Vegeta smirked as he shifted positions so he was laying eye to eye on top of her. "What worried you? That you would never see my handsome face again?"

"Well it's nice to see your ego is still in check," Bulma intended innocently.

Once the mild humor was over an awkward silence fell over the two. They were left for a time simply staring into each other's eyes, both somehow managing to gain some kind of comfort from it. However, the pause became to much as Bulma broke his glaze. "I-I think you should get some rest."

Vegeta sighed mentally, but nodded in agreement. He slowly rose from the water and then extended his hands to help her as well. "Thank you," she whispered as the two stepped out of the water. Bulma grabbed the towel first and felt a smirk cross her features. "Only one again," she chuckled as she turned back to him. "I'll dry you first." She brought the towel to his shoulders and slowly began drying the water from his wet body. Working her way down his chest, she shifted around to his back, using very slow motions in an almost massaging like manner. Dropping to her knees, she ran the towel down the back of his thighs and the slowly moved around to the front again. She began working the towel all the way up his beautifully sculpted legs until she arrived at his hips. She quickly glance up expecting to see a smirk on his face, when instead she saw a much more innocent look. His eyes were closed and he looked as though he was waiting, wanting something more.

Vegeta felt his body weaken as she ran the towel over him. He could not believe how painfully his body was reacting to her. He feared he might lose control if she kept this up, but he did not want to worry about that right now. He wanted to relax in the moment and accept what pleasure she offered him, even if it was only for a few seconds, he welcomed her touch. Closing his eyes, he basked in her every ministration.

Bulma smiled, she knew what he needed, his rock hard erection just begging to be touched, was the telltale factor. She remembered that she was indebted to him for his little tail maneuver the last time they were together. She wanted to repay her debt. Bringing the towel to his hardened erection, she slowly traced circles around his tip. After hearing a deep moan, she assumed she had his approval, so she continued by taking his width in between her thumb and middle finger and then slowly slid her two digits up and down his entire length as the soft towel gently brushed against his balls. She savored the sound of his heavy breathing. Deciding she wanted to hear more sounds of the like, she dropped the towel and placed the palm of her hand against the center of his stiffness. She then slowly enclosed her fingers around him and simply held still, feeling his warmth pulsating in her grasp. She began to feel powerful, like she had a control over him. She wondered if this was how he had felt when he took her the first time. "Vegeta," she moaned as she released his erection and rose to eye level with him.

Vegeta shot his eyes opened as he suddenly felt the pleasure he was once feeling denied to him. He watched as those bottomless blue eyes met his lust filled ones. "Woman," he groaned, "I… don't want… to be… played with."

Bulma brought her palm to his cheek and smiled. "I don't want to play," she said honestly, "I want this to be real, Vegeta. I want you to make love to me."

Vegeta closed his eyes upon hearing those words. He had never made love before. Fucked, banged, screwed and a slew of other 'quickie' terms, but never had he made love. He simply did not know if he could. He did not know if his heart was still alive enough to do so, but he felt if any of it was, she could find it. Lifting her up in his arms, he carried her over to their bed. Then gently laying her down beneath him, he slowly brought his lips to her neck and began kissing her softly.

"Vegeta," she moaned his name barely between bliss filled gasps. "I want to be on top," she said in an almost pleading manner as she rolled atop of him. "I want to take you," she admitted somewhat bashfully before pressing her lips against his.

The Saiya-jin prince felt his mind spin. Never had he humbled himself to allow a woman to 'ride' him. He always took the dominant position. He is the man, that is how it is supposed to be. And yet, knowing his philosophy, he still willingly allowed her to take control. She was young and inexperienced, but clearly she wanted to change that. Who was he to say no?

Pulling her lips away from his, Bulma broke for air. Seeing that he would offer no objection to her intentions, she decided to was time for them to become one once more. Glancing down at his still hardened shaft, she blushed slightly, "it seems I have my work cut out for me." She licked her lips in anticipation as she slowly slid her body down his chest and then positioned herself atop of him. Bulma moaned loudly as she slid him inside of her. She started by sitting up straight at first, but she gradually began falling forward until her hands were pressing against his perfect chest, needing support to keep her body in motion.

Very much to Vegeta's enjoyment, she began rocking her hips back and forth in a hypnotizing manner. Powerful jolts of pleasure were produced from her movements. 'Gods she is a natural,' he thought as he closed his eyes and laid his head back. Her body was made for this, made for him, only him. Shooting his eyes open, Vegeta suddenly felt a shocking revelation strike him. He wanted her, and only her. Not temporarily, but forever. It was not just the thought of another man forcing his lust on her that scared him, it the thought of any man, consensually or otherwise, having her, as he was right now, that sent him into a fit of rage. It was then he realized he was addicted to her, and not just her body, all of her. He saw her as his, his to mate with, his to protect, his to cherish, and most unbelievably, his to care for. 'Gods, what has she done to me?' the thought was the last he could muster before the sound of her pleasure filled moans echoed throughout the room.

Glancing up at her trembling form, he realized all thoughts could be continued later. Right now he had more pressing matters to deal with, such as supporting his collapsing mate. As Bulma's arms began to give way, Vegeta took the opportunity to pay some consideration to her terribly neglected breasts. Wrapping his fingers around each, he ran his thumbs over the nubs of her hardened mounds. The sensations caused her back to arch, enticing her to work harder. And she did, as she began rocking harder and fast on him until, "Oh, Vegeta!" she moaned as she could feel a potent explosion inside her heated body.

Almost immediately after Vegeta felt his own release as the fragile woman atop him finally lost all of her energy and crumbled against his chest. The two laid peaceful for a few moments as Bulma buried her head against her mate's neck. Soon after Vegeta rolled over, intending to pull out of her, but Bulma suddenly stopped him. "Don't," she whispered lowly, "I want more."

Vegeta lightly chuckled as he positioned himself comfortably above her. "I just came from battle woman, at this rate you will be the death of me."

Bulma smiled back at him as she wrapped her arms securely around his neck. "Then we'll die together," she suggested before pulling his lips down to rest atop of hers.

Vegeta sighed pleasantly. He liked the sound of that. Not their death, but being together. He was not sure if what they had just done or would be doing was making love. Love was a concept he had never been taught, or cared to be. However, he knew one thing as he slowly regained his strength and began thrusting into his fair blue cherub, he knew for certain, at that moment, that this woman was going to be in his soul for a long time to come.

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Author's Note: Awe, it seems they finally got to each other, but as always when things start to look up-well, you will just have to wait until the next chapter to see. Next time…