Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Confrontation: Who Am I? ❯ Chapter 6
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: earlsblueeyedangel 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.21.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 958 | Visits: 460 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.21.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 958 | Visits: 460 | Status: Completed
Bulma walked back into the room, a worried look on her face.
"What could be worse?" Vegeta frowned as he prepared to ruin her collapsing world.
"The man you saw that looked like me was my father. Frieza, the thing in your dream that stood next to him, killed my entire race after my father gave me over to Frieza. He made a bargain with him to take me, train me, and then return me when I turned twenty and in return he would spare our race. I was only six at the time and didn't fully understand. I just knew that I was angry with my father for what he did. I found out a few years later what had really happened and that my planet was gone." Vegeta sighed. He had NEVER told anyone what he was telling her right now, but she needed to know some of it. "Frieza had a way of entering someone's mind and could hurt them in while in there." Bulma frowned.
"Well, can't we just get him out of my head? I mean, he's dead!" Vegeta walked over to her and pulled her close to his body. Bulma didn't know what to do. Why was he hugging her? Was it that bad? She pushed back from him. "Is it that bad?"
"Onna, if you had your memory we could force him out faster, but with your lack of memory it will make it all the more difficult." Bulma moved to sit down and Vegeta followed her. "He may be dead, but he still has a spirit. I don't understand why he targeted you," he paused for a moment. 'Unless he knows that I have feelings for her.' Bulma looked up at his lack of words.
"Vegeta?" He looked down at the scared woman in front of him
"Onna, we will get him out of you, but it will take time." She nodded at this. "You need to try to remember yourself, your family and your friends otherwise he will kill you." He saw the fear that grew in her blue eyes and he wanted to make that fear go away. Suddenly before either realized what was going on Vegeta's lips was on Bulma's. He pulled her close to his firm body a moan escaped from her lips as his hands found her breast. She arched into his hand a warm feeling beginning to form between her legs.
"Vegeta," Bulma moaned as she tried to remove his shirt. He helped her discard the black fabric onto the floor as he tore away her shirt exposing her bra clad breasts. He growled at the offending cloth as though that would make it go away. He ripped it into and threw it down with the rest of the cloths as he picked her up and took her into his room. He threw her down onto his bed as he ravished her breasts. Moans filled the room as Bulma ran her fingers through his hair, pulling his head closer to her breasts. Vegeta pulled back for a moment as he ripped off her pants and panties so that he could get a good look at her. Bulma blushed as eyes gazed over her petite form. "Vegeta?" she asked as she moved to cover herself, but his next word made her stop.
"Beautiful," Vegeta whispered. Bulma arched up and placed her lips upon Vegeta's as she tugged at his pants. Seconds later he was inside her, pumping in and out of her. Bulma reached down and grasped at his firm ass, her nails dug into his flesh causing him to moan in pleasure. Both hit their ecstasy at the same time as Vegeta let out a deep, guttural growl as his seed entered her body.
"Vegeta," she moaned as she arched, waves of pure heaven washed over her small form. They lay there for a few minutes, neither saying anything as their breaths mingled in a kiss of love. Minutes later their breathing evened out as both of them fell asleep.
(The Next Morning)
Bulma awoke as the early morning light warmed her face. She blinked in confusion as she realized that she was not in her room. The last thing she remembered was being in Yamcha's house before... She looked around frantically, but relaxed as she saw Vegeta lying next to her. That's when she remembered everything. Her family, her friends, her Vegeta and her life. She bent down and kissed the sleeping Sayian. He opened his dark eyes at her and smiled(I know he doesn't do that often, but he does do it!!) as he saw the fear gone from her eyes. It was replaced with happiness and something else.
"Vegeta," she murmured. "I remember everything." Vegeta sat up. "My mother and father. Goku, Gohan, Chi-Chi, Piccolo and even Yamcha." Vegeta growled at the last name she uttered. "You saved me and somehow I knew that you would, even if I wasn't in my own mind at the time. I remember him shoving me down and violating me." Vegeta pulled her close to him.
"I understand, but now he is gone and we have a new threat." Bulma nodded, but pulled back as it hit her.
"What do you mean?"
"We killed him, Onna. Kakarot and I were as you humans say 'judge, jury, and executer'." Bulma felt nothing, but relief upon hearing of the desert bandit's death.
"Thank you," she said quietly.
"Onna, we must get rid of Frieza from your body soon." Bulma nodded as they both got up and headed for the shower.
"What could be worse?" Vegeta frowned as he prepared to ruin her collapsing world.
"The man you saw that looked like me was my father. Frieza, the thing in your dream that stood next to him, killed my entire race after my father gave me over to Frieza. He made a bargain with him to take me, train me, and then return me when I turned twenty and in return he would spare our race. I was only six at the time and didn't fully understand. I just knew that I was angry with my father for what he did. I found out a few years later what had really happened and that my planet was gone." Vegeta sighed. He had NEVER told anyone what he was telling her right now, but she needed to know some of it. "Frieza had a way of entering someone's mind and could hurt them in while in there." Bulma frowned.
"Well, can't we just get him out of my head? I mean, he's dead!" Vegeta walked over to her and pulled her close to his body. Bulma didn't know what to do. Why was he hugging her? Was it that bad? She pushed back from him. "Is it that bad?"
"Onna, if you had your memory we could force him out faster, but with your lack of memory it will make it all the more difficult." Bulma moved to sit down and Vegeta followed her. "He may be dead, but he still has a spirit. I don't understand why he targeted you," he paused for a moment. 'Unless he knows that I have feelings for her.' Bulma looked up at his lack of words.
"Vegeta?" He looked down at the scared woman in front of him
"Onna, we will get him out of you, but it will take time." She nodded at this. "You need to try to remember yourself, your family and your friends otherwise he will kill you." He saw the fear that grew in her blue eyes and he wanted to make that fear go away. Suddenly before either realized what was going on Vegeta's lips was on Bulma's. He pulled her close to his firm body a moan escaped from her lips as his hands found her breast. She arched into his hand a warm feeling beginning to form between her legs.
"Vegeta," Bulma moaned as she tried to remove his shirt. He helped her discard the black fabric onto the floor as he tore away her shirt exposing her bra clad breasts. He growled at the offending cloth as though that would make it go away. He ripped it into and threw it down with the rest of the cloths as he picked her up and took her into his room. He threw her down onto his bed as he ravished her breasts. Moans filled the room as Bulma ran her fingers through his hair, pulling his head closer to her breasts. Vegeta pulled back for a moment as he ripped off her pants and panties so that he could get a good look at her. Bulma blushed as eyes gazed over her petite form. "Vegeta?" she asked as she moved to cover herself, but his next word made her stop.
"Beautiful," Vegeta whispered. Bulma arched up and placed her lips upon Vegeta's as she tugged at his pants. Seconds later he was inside her, pumping in and out of her. Bulma reached down and grasped at his firm ass, her nails dug into his flesh causing him to moan in pleasure. Both hit their ecstasy at the same time as Vegeta let out a deep, guttural growl as his seed entered her body.
"Vegeta," she moaned as she arched, waves of pure heaven washed over her small form. They lay there for a few minutes, neither saying anything as their breaths mingled in a kiss of love. Minutes later their breathing evened out as both of them fell asleep.
(The Next Morning)
Bulma awoke as the early morning light warmed her face. She blinked in confusion as she realized that she was not in her room. The last thing she remembered was being in Yamcha's house before... She looked around frantically, but relaxed as she saw Vegeta lying next to her. That's when she remembered everything. Her family, her friends, her Vegeta and her life. She bent down and kissed the sleeping Sayian. He opened his dark eyes at her and smiled(I know he doesn't do that often, but he does do it!!) as he saw the fear gone from her eyes. It was replaced with happiness and something else.
"Vegeta," she murmured. "I remember everything." Vegeta sat up. "My mother and father. Goku, Gohan, Chi-Chi, Piccolo and even Yamcha." Vegeta growled at the last name she uttered. "You saved me and somehow I knew that you would, even if I wasn't in my own mind at the time. I remember him shoving me down and violating me." Vegeta pulled her close to him.
"I understand, but now he is gone and we have a new threat." Bulma nodded, but pulled back as it hit her.
"What do you mean?"
"We killed him, Onna. Kakarot and I were as you humans say 'judge, jury, and executer'." Bulma felt nothing, but relief upon hearing of the desert bandit's death.
"Thank you," she said quietly.
"Onna, we must get rid of Frieza from your body soon." Bulma nodded as they both got up and headed for the shower.