Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Sweet Nothings ❯ Chapter Five ( Chapter 5 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

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I made some changes to the other chapters. This is no longer a story being told in retrospect.

Adult situations ahead.

Sweet Nothings

Rated R

Chapter 5

Smirking devilishly, Vegeta moved to the console and turned off the Gravity machine. Today had been a good day for him. It hadn't started out that way, given the events of the day before, but by late afternoon he had to admit things had undoubtedly started looking up. He'd always known that causing a little mayhem went a long way into curing whatever ailed him.

He grabbed a towel on his way out and wiped off the sweat beading his brow. He hadn't felt like this in a very long time. It was like he was at peace with the world and everything was going his way for once.

The sight that greeted him when he entered the kitchen had him chuckling to himself. ChiChi was working laboriously on what he could only describe as a feast fit for a king. There was food on every surface of the kitchen; on the counters, on top of the refrigerator… it was everywhere.

His stomach growled in appreciation of the delicious smells permeating the air. The sound drew the slaving woman's attention to him. She gave him a smirk worthy of a Saiyan then turned back to her stewing pots.

“Where is she?” He asked after he'd moved nearer to the busy woman.

“I had Trunks take her to her room to rest for a bit.” ChiChi answered distractedly.

“Why? Was she in need of it?” He hated the note of concern that crept into his voice but was pacified by the knowledge that the woman in front of him wouldn't be able to interpret the small nuance in his voice that gave him away. There was only one creature in the whole of the universe that possessed the ability to read him like an open book, and this one wasn't it.

“Why, yes! My goodness Vegeta, you should have seen her! Her hair was mussed, her make-up smeared and… and… It was wonderful!” She whirled around with her hands clasped to her chest and gave a gleeful shriek.

“You should have seen her!” She exclaimed again, her eyes shining brightly with undisguised mirth. She proceeded to do a little jig in celebration then went back to her cooking giving her back to the sneering male.

“I take it you are enjoying yourself?” he asked thoroughly amused at her antics.

“I sure am. It was high time Bulma got what she deserved.” ChiChi said, her tone changing from merry to serious. She gave him a curious look over her shoulder before asking: “Are you in the mood for more?”

He gave her a cursory glance before turning his back on her and making his way towards the stairs. He had other things to take care of before resuming his lessons. He was in dire need of a shower and some serious meditating time.

He passed by the room the woman had decided to make her own after their spat the previous day and frowned when he felt nothing from within. He stopped at the door, sharpening his senses to seek out her energy. He was taken by surprise when his search led back to `their' room.

Vegeta frowned momentarily, wondering what she could possibly be doing in there after she had made it so clear that she wouldn't be stepping into that particular room until he did something about the current status of their relationship. Then he smirked when he realized that her energy was in repose.

Things just kept getting better and better.

Bulma groaned as her eyes opened and her trembling hand came up to rest on her forehead. She had a pounding headache and her body ached horribly. She felt like she'd been run over by a train.

She shakily removed the comforters from her body and came to stand on trembling legs next to the bed. She ambled over in the direction of the bathroom, her eyes barely open and her addled brain stuck on one thought: aspirin.

As Bulma entered the foggy bathroom, she idly registered the sound of the shower and the muggy feeling of steam. She headed straight for the medicine cabinet and briefly grappled to open the aspirin bottle. She let out a victorious sound when the little white cap finally gave way. She wasted no time in opening the knob for the cold water and cupping enough to help her swallow the two little pills.

She nearly jumped out of her skin at the feel of a hand circling the back of her neck. She looked up at the mirror in front of her and locked eyes with the scowling figure standing behind her.

Before she could gather her bearings she felt herself being whirled around and shoved forcefully into a wall. Her breath hitched at the impact and white spots exploded behind her eyes.

“And… how is my mate today?” he whispered sweetly against her ear. She shivered reflexively and was quick to note how he pushed his beautifully sculpted body against hers in a way that indicated everything that was sinfully erotic about the man.

She gasped as his tongue licked a delicious trail from the base of her neck to her earlobe, which he deliberately sucked into his mouth then flicked playfully with his tongue.

Her aching head rebelled at all of the spiraling sensations evoked by Vegeta, until only one grating need took precedence over everything else. She pushed hard against his chest and ran to the nearby toilet where her empty stomach searched for anything to bring up.

Vegeta scowled at the apprehension that rose up at her pitiful display. He wasn't supposed to show mercy to the enemy, after all, this was only one of the many battles he would fight in this war and it would not do for him to be faltering so early in the game.

He only needed the reminder of his conclusions from the night before to have the heat of his fury resurface and lend steel to his resolve so that in place of running to her and offering his assistance in any way he couldwhich was what he initially wanted to dohe sauntered over to her huddled form and weaved his fingers through the fine strands of her hair.

He yanked unfeelingly on his prize, making her moan in agony as she followed the pull of his hand until she was standing facing him, her neck and head stretching back to alleviate the ache he was causing her.

“What the fuck is the matter with you Vegeta!” She shrieked, gazing hatefully into his guarded eyes.

Vegeta smirked in that way that never failed to turn her legs to jelly but that right now made her snarl at its condescension.

He opted not to answer her. Instead, he pulled her along with him as he left the bathroom and crossed over to the bedroom. She struggled futilely in an attempt to loosen his grip but all that achieved was for him to tighten his hold in warning. He headed directly for the rumpled bed and propelled her onto it, chuckling at her annoyed spluttering.

Bulma couldn't believe the way he was treating her. Of course, rough play wasn't uncommon in their bedroom but he had never showed such complete disregard for her pain as he was now and she would be lying if she said she wasn't a little scared.

She flipped over to lie on her back and stared up at him. Vegeta was studying her carefully, as if trying to decide what to do with her next. He wore nothing but a towel around his waist and she quivered at the thought of what she knew would be his final decision.

Vegeta briefly considered leaving her alone. She had bags under her eyes and her bedraggled appearance left much to be desired. He had rarely seen her look this awful and the few times he had it was during times of great distress for her loved ones and Earth.

Just as he was thinking of a parting jibe, her words from the night before floated around in his mind. He knew he wouldn't accomplish anything by backing down now. Besides, he had already set everything in motion so it wouldn't do to cut her a break now simply because she looked incredibly pathetic.

`And in any case, this will probably help in livening her up a little bit' he thought, horribly amused by what he was about to do.

She noticed a dangerous glint ignite in his dark eyes and her gaze hardened in determination. She made as if to push herself off of the bed but she hadn't so much as finished having the thought and he was already laying a commanding hand on the valley between her breasts as his legs straddled her.

He sneered knowingly at her as one of the fingers of the hand pressing her down moved to hook on the neck of her silk blouse and jerked downward. She resumed her struggling, beating against his chest and cursing him for his audacity. He laughed quietly at her antics.

The thought of him touching her now, after she had seen him in such a compromising position with ChiChi, lent strength to her struggles and made it difficult for him to progress with his plans. In order to stop her, he had to shift and catch her arms between their bodies by wrapping his around her back and pushing her flush against his body.

“Vegeta! Let go of me!” She yelled at his impassive face. “I'm not doing this right now!”

“You say that as if you have a choice.” He murmured distractedly as his gaze focused on her forbidding lips.

She opened her mouth to scream some sense into him and he took the opportunity to sweep down and crush his lips against hers, effectively silencing her. Just as swiftly, his tongue delved into her mouth, trying to force the struggling woman into compliance.

She tried beating and pushing against his chest with her captured hands but she already knew that was useless since he was much stronger than she could ever hope to be. She bit down on his retreating tongue, causing him to growl menacingly and squeeze her until she gasped for air.

Vegeta nudged her head aside, dropping kisses along her cheek, jaw and down to the base of her neck. He continued his soft exploration of her skin, inhaling her sweet scent and hating the fact that it had to be this way.

He trailed his mouth down to her right breast, immediately catching the hardening nipple between his teeth. She moaned detesting that even though she was angrier with him than she had ever been before, he could still make her hum like a well-oiled machine.

He sucked and licked the breast through her bra, the rough texture and soft friction coercing a response from her. He switched his attentions to the other one, indulging it to the same treatment.

“Bulma…” he breathed against the side of her breast, tenderly grazing the sensitive skin with his teeth. She arched her back reflexively, wordlessly begging for more.

“Do you want me?” It was more a statement than a question, his nose already telling him what he needed to know, but he wanted to hear the words hiss out of her viperous tongue.

The throaty tone in his voice was enough to set her skin on fire but she still had enough sense to emphatically deny his claim by letting out a strangled “No!” while her hips contradicted her in lifting in silent invitation, entreating the hardness brushing against her stomach.

“You're a rotten liar” he husked, finally moving his soft lips down the smooth planes of her ribcage, licking and sucking at the lightly flushed skin and stopping to scrape his teeth on that oh so sensitive spot by her pubic bone through her skirt. His body shifted until he lay beside her, his hands moving to rest on the bed along either side of her hips.

Vegeta stopped his advance to draw in the intoxicating scent of her arousal. His hands came forward to caress up her trembling thighs and down her skirt, dragging the material as they went until it bunched around her waist, and then gently compelled her to widen her legs for him. He moved to rest between them and pressed his nose against the source of her excitement.

Bulma groaned in response, closing her eyes to the sensation while recoiling at the knowledge that he had probably done this to ChiChi not too long ago. The back of her hand came to rest against her lips, attempting to hide the sobs that she could feel forming in the back of her throat while silent tears leaked from her eyes.

Vegeta tuned out her obvious misery and instead concentrated on the task at hand. His tongue darted out to lick a trail from her opening to the nub crying for his attention, causing her to lift her hips suddenly and throw her head back in rapture.

“Do you want me?” he asked again, emphasizing his question by clamping his teeth down on her clitoris and smirking as she again gritted out her denial through clenched teeth.

Bulma was beyond reasoning. Her mind rebelled against Vegeta's actions but her body had already submitted to his onslaught, willingly responding to his caresses and wantonly hoping that he'd do more.

“Vegeta!” She moaned as his nose nudge the side of her underwear and his questing tongue finally came into direct contact with her heated core.

Bulma squirmed as he licked and sucked, spearing her with his tongue and bringing her closer and closer to completion.

“Do you want me?” he persisted, his mind foggy from the heady feeling of having her body begging for him to take her. He instinctively ground his erection into the bed in hopes of alleviating the need that was slowly overtaking his senses.

“Yes!” She finally screamed her acquiescence, struggling to breathe as her body gained a mind of its own and rocked against his face while her hands desperately grasped the back of his head and pressed him more firmly to her center.

Suddenly, Vegeta hoisted himself over her and leered down at her “That's all I wanted to hear!” and quickly moved off of her.

Bulma lay on the bed gasping, trying to grasp the meaning of his words. It was only when she heard the telltale sound of a zipper being closed that she realized that the bastard had just left her panting after him like a bitch in heat, still unfulfilled.

Her eyes stared incredulously at his retreating back. She nearly flew across the room at him when she heard him mumble: “You better hurry, or else you won't get any of ChiChi's delectable feast.”

Vegeta's laughter as he shut the door behind himself grated on her last nerve. She sat up and grabbed a pillow to scream her frustration into it at the unfairness of it all. Of all the evil things he could have done to her, this was probably the worst one.

Her skin crawled at the thought that she had just let him touch her in such a way, practically begged him to fuck her in spite of everything she had seen and gone through that day. It was enough to lift any fog from her mind and bring her crushing down to reality.

She hurriedly got off the bed, stripping the damaged blouse and the rest of her clothing as she all but ran to the shower where she turned the hot water into nearly scalding temperatures and rubbed at her skin as if the action would get rid of the feeling of his hands and mouth against her skin.

That she had reacted to him in such a way wasn't a shock to her since the man had learnt how to play her like an instrument during all of the years he had spent perfecting that particular melody. It was the fact that he had played that card that left her breathless and cowering under the spray of the showerhead.

It was beyond disgusting that he would do such a thing to her, even after he had spent his afternoon screwing her best friend's wife, a person who she had regarded as one of her closest friends. That he had the gall to make her writhe for him and then leave her in that state was beyond cruel and ultimately also let her know what he had thought about her ultimatum.

If the sight of Vegeta and ChiChi about to get it on hadn't driven the point home, this latest stunt left her with no doubts whatsoever.

Vegeta wasn't going to marry her, ever.

And now, as if that wasn't enough, he'd decided to up the stakes and mess with her head. To make matters worse, she had to face the music and go confront the two-timers calmly getting ready to eat at her table.

Bulma despondently turned off the water and got out of the shower. She hated feeling sorry for herself but there were things that were hard to overcome. She had had to deal with a cheating boyfriend from a very early age and she hadn't thought that someday she would have to put up with the same bullshit from the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

It was very discouraging to say the least.

She wrapped a towel around her body and made her way to her closet. She rifled through her extensive selection and decided on standard black pants and white shirt. She felt like she was getting ready to face the stuffy shareholders at CC.

Bulma pulled back her hair into a simple chignon and liberally made up her face to cover up any of her leftover misery.

Game face on, she straightened up her spine and headed towards what awaited her beyond the bedroom door.

Vegeta entered the dining room to a humming ChiChi. She had been gleefully setting up the table and hadn't notice his scrutiny until she nearly ran into him when she whirled around to go back to the kitchen.

“Vegeta!” She shrieked in surprise.

“I think you should go.” Vegeta muttered and turned to go but a hesitant hand on his arm stopped his retreat. He looked down at the offending appendage and then at the female's eyes. She mumbled an apology and immediately removed her hand from his person.

“Why?” ChiChi wondered after she was sure that he wasn't about to snap at her hand like a rabid dog.

“For your health.” He said simply and once again made as if to leave but was stopped by the confusion he heard in the woman's voice.

“For my health?” She asked.

“If you are still here when she comes down, I fear that not even I will be able to save you.” Vegeta looked at her over his shoulder, the amusement in his eyes and voice begging her to understand.

ChiChi's eyes widened in realization and she wasn't able to stop the giggle that bubbled forth from her lips at what he was insinuating.

“Are you sure?” She had to ask. She really didn't want to miss the show she could feel brewing but if he thought that her presence would be detrimental than she would more than gladly leave.

“Yes.” He said with finality and hurried out of the room so that she couldn't stop him with any more of her silly questions.

End Chapter 5

MadRiver