Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Dark Duke ❯ A Simple Thank You Would Have Sufficed ( Chapter 35 )
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By: okieday17 
What better way to say 'thank you' to Vegeta?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.06.2013 | Pages: 4 | Words: 9.2K | Visits: 677 | Status: Work In Progress
What better way to say 'thank you' to Vegeta?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.06.2013 | Pages: 4 | Words: 9.2K | Visits: 677 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. But if I did own DBZ...sex. Sexy sex. Dirty sex. Just sex.
Warnings: Cussing, adult language and everyone's favorite--lemon!!
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Chapter Thirty-Five: A Simple Thank You Would Have Sufficed
Vegeta found himself in the ducal bedroom for the first time since he had returned to London, staring at the bed he usually occupied as if it were a foreign object. The last two nights he had spent not really sleeping, instead catching naps in his secret office and training with Nappa in the secrecy of nighttime. Sleep, as it usually was before a mission, was the furthest thing from his mind. He was too keyed up. Nappa had known not to say anything odd about Vegeta's non sleeping pattern as he was one of the only people besides Basil who knew about the vow Vegeta had made for vengeance the day news of Tarble's (...murder? Execution?) death had reached him. It was Nappa, now, more so than ever, he depended upon to help him hone his body into that of a deadly weapon--and it was Nappa who would ensure that Vegeta's plans would still happen when Vegeta died.
But tonight he did not allow thoughts of that, instead venturing back to the room he was supposed to be sharing with his wife, hoping against hope that when he opened the door he would find her in his...their bedroom, crooking her finger to him in invitation. As he opened the door, though, he could not say he was that surprised to see that Bulma was not occupying the room. Yet, he did not stop and flee from it the second he saw it was empty. It had been another long day, and Vegeta was sick of hiding from his own wife, avoiding her--if she wanted to find him, to yell at him some more, to try and figure out his secrets--well that was her choice, and he was not going to be evading her any longer. Tonight he would sleep in his bed, and though it would feel odd without Bulma snuggled up to him...well, he had slept for the first thirty plus years of his life without her, he could handle a few more days.
He undressed himself, slowly contemplating the night he had had. Not long after his confrontation with the Lady Satan the night had drawn to its natural conclusion. As soon as they were gone from public eye, Bulma had retreated back into herself, and Vegeta had once again spent the carriage ride watching her, wishing he could know what to say to draw her out of her self. Well, he did know what he could say...he also just knew that he could tell none of it to her. Right now, if Bulma knew of his plans--she would screw up the outcome. Hell, her whole presence was screwing up his outcome--before her, he had never doubted the vow he had made, had never seen a reason not to follow through with it. But with her--she made him want to consider what would happen if he did not die, to find a way to complete his mission and still live. Which was dangerous. He sighed as he rubbed his eyes, wishing she had stayed in Vegetasei. Maybe then he could have ignored the effect she had on him better...yeah, right. Ê
He had never thought that finding Kakarrot, and ensuring that he would have an heir to run Vegetasei once he finished his mission would lead to him finding...her. Or for her to have this effect on him, or for her to make him want to throw his vow right out the window--damn her. Ê
Perhaps it was better that she was not here, that he had the bed to himself. He knew himself well enough to know that if Bulma had been here he would have been unable to hold himself off from taking her, having her, from perhaps telling her more than he knew he could. This way, at least, he could get a good night sleep.
Yeah, keep telling yourself that sleep would totally make up for her not being here, buddy.
Ignoring his own thoughts, Vegeta finished stripping, putting on a pair of loose cotton bottoms. He padded back into his room from the closet, the plush carpet of his room caressing the soles of his feet as he walked to his bed. He found himself standing, staring at it, wondering whether or not he should get in, before he sighed, turning away. As this moment, sleep was simply not going to happen.
He was so amped up after the evening he had had--he wondered if maybe he should go rouse Nappa, the pair of them training until the early morning. Though he had told that old brute he could have the night off. Still, waking Nappa up, would not be the worst thing he had ever done--
But before he could act on that thought, he heard a soft knock on the door that connected to the shared sitting room between the Duke and Duchess' quarters, and he frowned at the knock in confusion. Who in the devil...a small smile worked its way to his lips as realization hit. Only one person would knock on that door, rather than the one that went to the main hall--he was not sure why, but Bulma was on the other side of that door. Without trying to get his hopes up too much, Vegeta found himself already smiling, thinking, well this night is certainly looking up. Ê
Sure enough, as he crossed his floor opening the door, he was pleased to see Bulma standing there. The smile was wiped from his face when he saw she had something bundled in her arms, rather than being stark naked like he had momentarily imagined. He looked at her, head cocked in confusion, but she only asked him over the bundle, politely (of course), "May I come in?"
Vegeta did not even blink at the absurdity of his own wife asking for entrance in his room as he bowed, opening the door further, allowing her past as she walked to the chaise, putting her bundle down on it, smoothing it out before turning to face him again. He frowned when he saw she was wearing a thick, heavy robe that covered her from her neck to the tops of her feet, knowing she might as well be wearing a potato sack with how alluring she looked. Even so, with her blue hair down, loose around her shoulders, Vegeta was distracted. He missed seeing this Bulma these last few days, the one right before bed where she was scrubbed of all makeup, her hair down, her eyes blinking softly as sleep claimed her--he preferred her like this, to be honest. The only Bulma he had seen since they had started fighting was...well, harpy Bulma, or wearing a mask in public Bulma. Neither of which was a favorite with him. Still he was pathetic enough to admit that any side of Bulma, favorite or no, was better than no Bulma was.
Bulma cleared her throat, pointing to the bundle on the chaise, drawing his attention to it, making him realize it was a heap of red cloth...no wait, as he walked over, examining it from a closer angle, he realized it was a dress. Understanding dawned, Vegeta realizing it was not just any dress, but the very dress she had been wearing the night of her London debut. The very night he had first realized how much trouble she was to him--and the same night he had impregnated her.
As comprehension hit him, Vegeta reared back, looking at her, "Bulma, you don't need to do this--"
She raised a hand, silencing him effectively as she only said, "I know that. I know I don't need to. But I want to." She looked at the dress as she continued, her back to him as she motioned to the dress, as if he had not seen it. "I realized you never had the dress brought to Vegetasei to verify that you had taken my maidenhead, so I went to check tonight that the dress was where I had left it." She looked over to him, her blue eyes large and luminous in her face as she spoke, capturing his attention as if she were the only thing in the world. "The dress was still there. I just thought...I wanted to show you that I was no liar."
Bulma moved, walking closer to the dress, ruffling with it as she flipped layer upon layer back into itself, her voice so soft it hardly carried to him as she said, "I need you to know that I would never lie to you."
Vegeta, feeling that odd shifting squeeze in his chest again, found himself walking up to her, placing his hand on top of her, stilling her. "Bulma, I don't need to see this to know you weren't lying. I know you aren't a liar. You would not lie to me."
Her voice was curious as it lilted back to him, though she refused to meet his eyes. "You don't need to look? Even if it's right here in front of you?"
Vegeta knew she could not see him, but he still shook his head, simply saying, "No. Your words are enough, Bulma."
Bulma did not turn her head to look at him, instead, turning her hand so that their palms were touching, their fingers interlacing. When she spoke her voice was low, "I can't lie to you Vegeta. I just can't...you mean too much to me."
Vegeta felt the squeeze turn into a stabbing of pain at the sadness of her voice, knowing she would feel so much more pain than this before it was all over with. He wanted to soothe the sadness from her with words, but instead he used their laced hands to press against her lower abdomen, pushing the pair of them together, her back to his front. His mouth moved so that it was close to her ear, only saying softly, "I know Bulma. I know."
They stayed like for what was probably a few minutes, but felt more like hours. Vegeta closed his eyes as he rested his chin on her shoulder, their interlocked fingers against the swell of her stomach, his other hand on her thigh, reassuringly rubbing patterns in it, delighting in just being able to feel her again, to just see her again--to smell that damn lilac scent that would always remind him of her. When Bulma pulled away from him, Vegeta felt a deep sense of loss, but he let her go, glad that she let him have those (probably last) few moments of holding her.
She moved away from him, towards the door that led to the main hall, and he turned to watch her in silence, wishing he could find the words that would make this all better. That he was a more charming man, who was better with his words, who could say something--anything--to make her stay with him. He could find nothing, nothing in his head but....
"Stay."
His voice was low, and he hated himself for even weakening enough to speak, but he hated himself more a moment later as he softly added, "Please."
He was at a personal dilemma with that--on one hand, he wanted nothing more than to deny the true weakness this woman was for him to say all he wanted her was for her body...but that was a lie. He wanted her to stay with him tonight, even if they did nothing but hold each other until the sky went grey then blue. He wanted to wake up next to her--waking up next to her...well, it had been something he had never expected, but damn if he could go without it. He could not remember the last time he had used the word please, but right now, he wanted her to stay because she wanted to, not because he commanded her too.
He watched as she froze a few steps from the door, his heart in his throat as he waited for her to turn or to move towards the door, to seal his fate with her actions.
He was man enough to admit that his heart dropped into his stomach as Bulma took those final few steps towards his door, heading out of his room, and most likely, out of his life. Not that he could blame her, not after the way this week had gone--
But his thoughts were cut short when he heard the click of the lock in the door, Bulma resting her hand on the door for just a second, before she turned back to him. Vegeta felt his heart rebound from his stomach back into his chest, where it started to thump as Bulma quirked her head, observing him, those blue eyes sharp, but sparkling with...delight?
Before long, her lips drew into a smile, her eyes glinting as her hands found the tie of her robe, pulling on the ends of the knot, the gown gaping open to reveal that...dear Kami, what was she wearing?
Vegeta's heart hammered faster, his blood rushing through his body, boiling in the pit of his stomach, fire licking through his body at her suggestive look, awakening his every nerve, tuning in to her, only her. As Bulma shrugged out of the robe, dropping it to a pool at her feet revealing just what she was wearing underneath the gown, Vegeta felt as if the fire had turned into a raging inferno as he saw just what she was wearing.
Namely, not a damn thing.
Vegeta's eyes darted over her body, drinking her in, unsure of where to rest as he realized just how much he had missed seeing her these past few days. Whatever other fears and doubts he had before she had come to the room were erased as the only thing he could think about was this magnificent woman in front of him. Kami, he wanted to be inside of her, he wanted her to be touching him, he wanted his lips to attach to her neck, and he wanted to mark her as his, only his. Her soft voice captured his attention, though he could barely hear it over the rushing of blood in his ears, his whole body thrumming with one word over and over: mine, mine, mine, mine.
Still, her words did get through, and Vegeta had to fight the urge he had to throw her over his shoulder as she simply said, "As you wish."
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Bulma needed to repay Vegeta for sticking up to her. She knew Vegeta well enough by now to know that he was a man where actions spoke way louder than words, and she knew that what he had done for her tonight...well, it was not a great declaration of affection for most, but to her it was.
She had decided not to tell him earlier that she had seen him defend her, instead finding her own to show her affection and appreciation to him for what he had done. But what? It was not until they had gotten home, that she had remembered the red dress which held the proof that she had been a virgin, and she had decided it was time to show him that he really was her first and only.
She had not set out with the intention of seducing him...though she had not shut the door on that option completely by wearing nothing underneath her heavy night robe. It had felt particularly scandalous, moving about the manor as such, but when she had come to his room, she had tried to appear somber.
She told herself if Vegeta had made the first move on her, before she had said her piece, that she would leave. Still, when his hand had stilled hers, Bulma had found herself breathing hard and fast, imagining just how he was about to twirl her, dominating her with a kiss. She had to admit to herself walking away from that was going to be a lot harder than she imagined.
But her worry had been for naught. Vegeta had not twirled her, or dominated her in any way. Instead, he had just held her. Held on to her like she was a buoy in his life, and that he never wanted to let her go. Bulma had been shocked, but had melted as he had continued just to hold her, resting against her--their--hands over their unborn child. She was even more surprised when he had not put up a fight when she had been the one to move away. That had sealed the deal for her, and she knew she was going to sleep with her husband tonight.
Still, as she had walked to the door, and he had stopped her with those two words...Bulma had felt her heart burst in her chest from happiness. Not only had he asked her to stay...well, he had asked, rather than commanded. Totally at odds with his personality. Totally at odds with who he acted with like everyone else--this was Vegeta stripped bare, and she was the only person who got to see him like this. Kami, how could she help but fall for this man?
Bulma had thanked her lucky stars that she had hedged her bets by being naked under the robe after the please, knowing that Vegeta had not only earned being paid back for being so sweet earlier--but he needed to know she cared about him and missed him. He might not admit it, or hell, even know it, but he was fragile right now--and Bulma wanted to be there for him. As she had dropped her robe from her shoulders, seeing the look on his face, the widening of his eyes, the dropping of his jaw--Bulma could only revel in the power it brought her, especially as the molten heat in his eyes hit her like a punch to the stomach. She loved knowing she could affect her husband like this. Ê
Bulma approached him, and before Vegeta could move, she had her hands fisted in his hair, her mouth fused to his, kissing him with all of the desire and longing she had been feeling these long three days, wanting to do nothing more than to absorb him into her very skin. It took Vegeta not a second to respond, his arms wrapping around her back, pulling her closer to him, so was not even space for air between them. It was natural at this point, and it felt greatly like coming home as Vegeta's lips had moved against her own. Bulma melted into him, her body curving into his hard planes, her leg coming up to his hip, her breasts pushing into the heat of his hard chest.
Vegeta's reaction was quick, his hand grabbing her leg and hitching it higher on his hip, his other one pressing into the flat of her back as he kissed her back, pouring all of his own desire and heat for her as he kissed he. She could already feel his erection, through the pants, grinding against her core and she let out a low guttural sound that vibrated through both of them. His lips refused to let her go, his tongue sweeping into her mouth, awakening Bulma's body as he took control of the kiss, their tongues meeting, sliding against each other. Her legs turned to jelly, her brain to mush--her lower abdomen throbbing to life as his thumb swept up and down her spine. Kami, it had only been three days but it might as well have been three months the way her body cried out for him and his touch.
As his teeth caught her bottom lip Bulma felt a stab of that heat head straight to her lower abdomen. Vegeta wasted no time as he picked her up off the ground just enough that he could walk with her, pressing her against the closest table, the back of her thigh biting into it as his lips recaptured her own. He sucked on her throbbing lower lip, as he let go of her sweeping his arm so that whatever was on the table crashed to the floor, before he grabbed her hips and lifted her so she could sit on the now bare table. Bulma moved her hands to his face, kissing him with all of the fervor she could not ignore, her mouth opening to his as his hands wrapped in her hair, tugging, moving her so she was open to him and that wicked tongue of his. Ê
Bulma's leg's shifted open automatically as she sat, Vegeta fitting in the vee of her legs, pushing against her, the fabric of his pants pushing against her core, causing her to moan into his mouth again. Kami she was already beyond wet for him, the hot coil of heat in her lower stomach pushing and pulsing like a living creature, seeking a way to release from her body. Vegeta's hands moved from her hair to her thighs, pulling her against his already rock hard erection, rocking against her slowly, teasing her. Bulma pulled him tighter to her as he thrust against her wet heat, her body crying out for release, for more of his skin, for more of this--for him. Vegeta. She needed Vegeta. Her skin tingled, her blood rushed through her veins, and all she could think about was feeling and sensation.
Vegeta wasted no time in responding to her blatant invitation, his mouth moving over her face, leaving kisses everywhere he touched, his hand moving from her hip to one of her breasts. He palmed the heavy weight, drawing his thumb over her peak, her nipple hardening under his masterful touch, sending shivers through her, Bulma wishing he was already inside of her. His mouth moved lower, moving down the column of her neck, sucking and teasing her, so her legs pulled him closer to her, wanting him--no, needing him--inside of her. As he reached the pulse point at the bottom of her neck, he bit her flesh at the same time he pinched her nipple between his forefinger and thumb. Bulma shivered as she felt the sharp shooting of pain turn into delicious pleasure, and she let out another moan. "Kami, I have missed you and your magic touch."
Vegeta's voice was muffled as he moved further, his tongue trailing from her sternum to her breast the hand was not currently teasing, "Just my magic touch? What about my mouth?"
As if to demonstrate what she was forgetting, his tongue came out, tracing her nipple, before he drew her into his mouth. He loved her with his tongue, causing the already tight peak to tighten further, pain and pleasure mingling together as he alternated between light, soft licks, and hard sucks, her nails wreaking havoc on his back. As he took the tip of her crown between his teeth, nipping lightly, Bulma's head hit the wall as she arched her back, crowing in delight. The coil in her stomach was aching uncontrollably now, her whole body crying out for him as he only continued to torture him with his hands and his mouth.
Bulma's let another unholy groan out as he moved on to her other breast, his mouth tormenting her and delighting her in the same moment, her legs wrapping around him, trying to absorb into him. His hand left her breast, dipping between their bodies, his finger idly tracing patterns on her inner thigh, closer and further away from her wet heat, her hips thrusting forward, seeking him out. When he finally got close to her center, he only tested her with a quick dip of his finger, shocking her, before he brought it out, his eyes locked with hers as he took a step back, placing his finger in his mouth sucking on it, licking all of her moisture off of him. His voice was dark and husky as he said only one word: "Delicious."
Bulma could only moan, "Vegeta, please."
Her tone came out whimpering and pleading, but Vegeta only shook his head, moving closer and dropping to his knees, as he looked up to her, an eyebrow seductively quirked, "Not yet." He moved his mouth to her inner thigh, dropping a kiss on the sensitive flesh there, following it with another quick nip. His hands came to her hips, pulling her to the edge of the table, her legs moving so they were propped up on his shoulders as she leant against the wall, her hands scrambling to find purchase on anything to support herself as Vegeta's mouth quickly moved from her inner thigh to her lower lips, teasing her as he ran his tongue down her slit, lightly, not even probing the folds.
Her hands finally clutched onto the edge of the table she was on, her voice coming out in a frustrated whimper as she whined, "Vegeta...."
His breath fanned against her as he muttered, "Patience, Bulma, patience."
Bulma whined against that, the heel of one of her feet pushing into his back, her hands in his hair, vainly trying to bring him closer to her. He only chuckled at her futile attempts to speed things along, as he went back to dropping light kisses on any part of skin he could see, circling where she wanted his mouth the most, coming closer then retreating, coming closer then retreating, again and again in infuriating circles.
"Vegeta, I need you. Now!"
Her tone must have belied her desperation, because Vegeta's tongue finally shot out, finding her clit, striking her like lightning, causing the first of many shockwaves to shoot through her as that tight coil in her sparked, shooting white flames throughout her body. Her hands clenched the table further, Bulma uncaring if she was scratching the priceless wooden antique to dust as the flat of Vegeta's tongue soothed her, drawing against her slowly, oh so slowly, in long, broad strokes. Bulma let out another whimper, and Vegeta increased his pace, speeding up his licks, Bulma's hips moving in tandem with his tongue. He had her at a fever pitch, his speed fast and high, before he pulled back, opening her with his hand as he thrust his tongue into her heated core.
Bulma's head cracked against the wall (again) as she let out a groan, her legs clenching against him further, his head trapped between her legs, as she saw nothing but stars. Her body convulsed around his tongue, the stars going yellow and shooting out of the hemisphere as his traded his tongue for two fingers, his mouth going back to the throbbing bundle of nerves at her center, sucking her into his mouth as he teased her further, pushed her further, those wicked fingers of his curling, hitting her right there--right on her, oh fuck.
"Fuck Vegeta, fuck me!"
Apparently those were the magic words, and Vegeta got off of his knees, leaving the vee of her legs to lift her from the table, carrying her to the bed where he threw her down. Bulma bounced once, ungracefully landing on her stomach, feeling very much like jelly--though her body was crying out for more. Vegeta quickly shucked his pants, then followed her on the bed, his breath heating her back as he whispered, "As you wish." He covered her back with his body, moving her hair to one side, kissing her neck as he pulled her hips up with his hands to follow his body as he whispered, "Ass up for me, Bulma."
Bulma followed his instructions, lifting her hips for him, Vegeta moving so his weight was off of her. Bulma looked over her shoulder as she saw Vegeta sit so he was in the middle of the bed, angling her entrance so he could thrust up into her. He caught her eyes, and he only put his tip at her entrance, his eyebrow cocked again as he teased her, "Is this enough for the Duchess?"
Bulma shook her head frantically, trying to find the words, but only coming up with, "More."
Vegeta smirked, his fingers biting into the flesh of her hips as he thrust up as he simultaneously pulled her onto him completely. It was like being struck by lightning, or by the experiments with electrical currents that she had worked with during her studies--her whole body exploded in a white blaze, the coil in her abdomen thrumming, calling out to be satisfied. Bulma's hands clawed at the bedspread as she moaned out his name, "Vegeta...."
It was a plea, and one he did not ignore, as he gathered her up, so she was sitting on him, facing away, her thighs spread along either side of his as he thrust up into her, again. "How about that?"
She only moaned in response as her hips ground back into his, meeting his as they pushed up. Bulma's arms came up, burying themselves in his thick hair. Vegeta's arm snaked out under her breasts to give her more leverage, the other coming to her breast, squeezing her, as his lips attached to the sensitive skin of her neck, sucking hard. Vegeta set a fast rhythm, her back to his front, the pair of them moving as one as her moans mixed with his grunts. Bulma felt herself getting close, again, her body starting to throb--and Vegeta must have known, because he stopped all motion, his hands stilling her, as he whispered into her, "I want you to ride me."
Bulma only nodded, wanting, no needing Vegeta to keep doing exactly what he had been doing, knowing that if he had commanded her to kill the queen in that moment she would have done so.
He kissed her neck one last time, before he lifted her off him, moving so that he was laying down, his head on the pillows, his eyes lidded as he watched her. Bulma wasted no time in moving with him, getting on her knees as she straddled him, finding his erection, and placing it at her tip as she thrust down onto him, meeting his hips as they thrust up, both of them groaning as he filled her. Vegeta's hands were on her hips before she was even all the way on him, finding them, grabbing her, and leading as she began to piston up and down off of him. Bulma's hands were on his chest, her nails leaving red marks as she scratched and clawed at his flesh as he fulfilled her, stretching her deliciously, letting Bulma know that she was going to be lusciously sore in the morning.
"Bulma."
Bulma's eyes popped open, finding Vegeta's eyes lidded and dark as he watched her, licking his lips as he coarsely said, "Touch your breasts."
Bulma's eyes went wide, but seeing the fire in his eyes--how could she say no?
She sat up straight, her hips moving in a new circular pattern, even as she continued to pound into Vegeta, her hands moving up his chest, past her own hips before they reached her breasts. She cupped both of them in her hands, feeling her own heavy weight, before she squeezed them, just like he always did.
Bulma looked at him as she cupped herself, feeling extremely wanton as his eyes darkened, his breathing coming more labored. "Is this what you want, Duke?"
Vegeta nodded, before whispering, even as he strained his hips up, his hands still on her own, "Your nipples. Pinch your nipples."
Bulma felt a shot of pleasure simply from the way Vegeta spoke to her, and her pleasure increased as she kept her eyes on his as she followed his orders, her hands moving to her nipples, pinching them, lightly.
His voice was hot, shooting through her like lightning as he only coarsely said, "Harder."
Bulma's eyes widened, but she smirked as she followed his orders, pinching harder, causing both of them to cry out in pleasure as Bulma pounded back on to him harder than before, fusing the two of them together even more. Kami, she thought she had already been wet--it was nothing to the sopping heat she now felt between the two of them. She loved when Vegeta spoke to her like this in the bedroom, when he took control.
Ê
Without waiting his instructions, Bulma drew two of her fingers into her mouth, sucking on them, before she trailed them down her body to her red nipples, running her wet fingers along them, causing Vegeta to groan as his hips shot off the bed. Bulma's eyes did not leave his own, instead holding them as she brought one of her breasts to her mouth, her own tongue laving her tip, much like he had been doing earlier, her thighs squeeze against him. His voice was coarse, "Fuck Bulma, you're killing me."
Bulma only smirked as she let her breast go, "Good." Ê
He let out another moan as he continued to thrust into her before his voice washed over her again, hoarse as he gritted out, "Touch... your...clit... Bulma. Do it for me."
Bulma's eyes widened at that suggestion, but she smirked, her one hand still cupping her breast as her other one reached to the thatch of blue hair that covered her, her fingers probing, finding the engorged clit there. Vegeta let out another curse, and before long his hand joined her own, covering her own fingers, helping her work them, moving them in circles, fast, as he continued to thrust into her.
Ê
It was all she needed as she exploded, shattering into a tiny thousand pieces as she squeezed her own breast in one hand, her clit in the other, her thighs coming into Vegeta's side as she moaned out his name in one long call. The coil that had been winding up inside of her, expanded, exploding through her body as that white heat blasted through her skin, her bones, her every molecule, the pain and pleasure sweeping together, causing her to lose sight of everything but this moment.
Vegeta helped her ride out her climax, pushing into her whenever she felt it receding, his own hands biting into her hips, helping her push it for as long as she could, riding the wave and aftershocks of pleasure, before she simply collapsed on top of him, her mouth finding his own, her body going completely limp.
Vegeta kissed her back, slowly at first, using his hands to touch and squeeze her body, teasing her back to life, before he quickly rolled them, landing on top of her, her legs drawn up around him, cradling his still hard erection within her. He was content to kiss her for just a few moments, cradled in her body, Bulma's oversensitive body using the time to recuperate, already throbbing for more from him, even as half of her called out for rest. But Vegeta was not satiated, and until he was, Bulma would not be content.
Bulma pulled away from Vegeta's slow kisses, her blue eyes catching his onyx ones as she only said, "More. Please, more."
Vegeta smirked, shaking his head as his hand smoothed through her hair, catching a lock between two fingers, twirling it as he chuckled darkly. "You temptress you. Are you never satisfied?"
Bulma blushed, but kept smiling, shaking her head. "As long as I'm with you...I'll always want more Vegeta."
He laughed, kissing her quickly before he muttered against her lips, "If I didn't know what you meant, I could say that that was a very unflattering assessment of my lovemaking."
Bulma playfully smacked him, but her tone was serious as she told him, "Never, Vegeta. Not with you, not like this."
Vegeta froze then, his eyes searching for hers, but Bulma only smiled at him, squeezing him with her thighs. Vegeta took a second, but then the serious look Bulma recognized was back on his face, and she knew he was back in charge. He only got this look on his face when he was in the middle of a mission--or when he got serious about his own pleasure. Bulma considered herself blessed, wondering how many women had husbands that put their pleasure before their own? Especially someone like Vegeta who made sure she came a few times before he did....
Vegeta withdrew from her, distracting her from her thoughts as he grabbed her ankles, placing them on his shoulders, before he positioned himself at her entrance again, thrusting into her, stretching her, filling her, making her see heaven.
Bulma's head was thrown back in ecstasy, Vegeta hitting her hard and deep as he began a slow pace that built back up to the frenetic one they had set earlier, Vegeta moving onto his knees, her hips following him, thrusting into her, further, deeper with a single minded intensity that drove Bulma insane. Every time she got close to another orgasm, Vegeta would slow the pace, settling her back down, before he would speed up again, bringing her closer and closer to yet another peak.
He continued this torturous cycle before Bulma finally pleaded, "Vegeta, please...let me cum...."
Vegeta only smirked, kissing her ankle, before his hands moved back to her hips, and he really thrust into her, pounding her into the bed. Bulma hardly noticed, her body tightening in that delicious way only he could make happen, before the ball of friction at her center burst out around her, this time milking Vegeta's own release from him as he thrust into her, hard, a few last times. Bulma only felt pure pleasure, her eyes rolling back into her head, her mouth open, uncaring of how loud she called and cried for him, only wanting to stay in this moment forever.
Before long, Vegeta and Bulma's bodies both stilled, and Vegeta let her go, collapsing next to her on his front, Bulma chuckling as he lay there, without moving, appearing very much like a dead man. Well whatever effect Vegeta had on her, she was glad to know she could do the same for him. She only brushed her hand through his hair, and down his back, giving his butt a playful smack. "Great job, your Grace."
Ê
Vegeta's head heavily lifted, moving so that he was looking at her, Bulma turning on her side so her leg was over his back, cradling herself against him, a lazy smile on her face. One of Vegeta's arm's shot out, pulling her closer to him, his nose nuzzling against her own. Bulma let out a chuckle, and he raised an eyebrow in question, but Bulma only shook her head, her eyes locked onto his own as she said those four words, those same four words she had said the last time they had made love, the very words that had started the argument that had only gotten worse when Basil's letter had arrived: "I love you, Vegeta."
Vegeta's eyes got wide, again, his mouth opening, but Bulma cut him off, placing her finger over his mouth, "And don't try and argue me on this, this time Vegeta. These are my feelings, my emotions, and how I feel about you--I'm not asking you to say them if you don't mean them."
He went to say something else, his mouth moving against her finger, his black eyes sparkling, "Bulma, I want--"
She cut him off, shaking her head, "No, Vegeta. I need to say this to you. I need you to be aware of how I feel about you--I don't know what's going on with Basil, or Russia, or the Navy...or even what happened with Tarble...but I do know this. I love you." Bulma looked slightly past him as she recalled how he had first come into her life, and she smiled wryly at how things had turned out. "I never expected it with you--and to be honest I never wanted it with you when I first met you. But now...I can't imagine my life without you. You are more stubborn than I am, you make curmudgeonly old men seem downright sunny with your disposition--and you have a way of making everyone around you scared of you."
His eyebrows shot up at that, but Bulma only continued, "But you are one of the only people in the world who accepts me, Bulma, for who I really am. You understand me, and you listen to me. You make me smile, and yes, no one else can make me moan and groan like you can, and no one ever will."
Vegeta smirked at that, but Bulma ignored him, continuing, "But more than that you are what any woman could want in a husband. You don't try and suppress my need to be a scientist, you don't dare pull any old school stodgy thinking about how I should act and be. You are caring, no matter what you think, and I know you would do anything for those you care about. I love the way that you think, the very way that you are--I love everything about you. You know the real me...and I know the real you. And I love you, Vegeta. You are a great husband, and soon...you will be a great father."
Vegeta's eyebrows shot down at that, but before he could speak, Bulma pressed her lips to his, pulling back only to whisper, "You need to understand this Vegeta. I say these words not to pressure you into saying them, or to make you do something for me...I just want you to remember them, even if I'm not at your side. No matter what, you have at least one person out there in the world that loves you...soon to be two. And we both need you Vegeta, remember that."
Bulma smiled at him, before turning over, feeling tears welling in her eyes, hastily wiping them away as she closed her eyes, feeling worn out and exhilarated, and exhausted but alive at getting those words out. She wanted to hear them back from Vegeta...but she knew she needed to let him do it in his own time. Hell, he was never going to be mister chatty about his emotions, and that was part of the reason Bulma loved him--but it would be nice, one day, to know he felt the same. Bulma said none of this, though, only going with, "Now let me sleep. I'm exhausted."
Vegeta was still for a long moment, before he moved, going on his side so that he was spooning her, his arm drawing them closer together, as he nuzzled her neck, pressing a kiss to her neck. "Goodnight Bulma."
It was not a declaration of love, but it was more than enough for Bulma right then, and she only smiled as she snuggled back into him, "Goodnight Vegeta."
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Vegeta was up early, pulling clothes on, ready for a day at the War Offices as Bulma lay in bed, watching him from where she was propped up on the pillows, her eyes following his movements, as the two of them spoke. They did not reference any of the heavy issues between them, and it almost felt like it had been like at Vegetasei, before life had exploded around them, dragging them back into the real world. They spoke of inconsequential things, and Bulma speculated on their unborn child, her and Vegeta both finding real delight in speaking about how his (or her) life would turn out. Ê
"So what should little Thaddeus do for a living?"
Vegeta was fixing his cravat in the mirror, pursing his lips as he heard Bulma's name choice for their child. This was nothing new--she loved the fact that she got to name their child, and she loved to do nothing more than to torture him with the most ridiculous names she could think of. Or at least, Vegeta hoped that she teased him with these names. If she gave birth to a son and named it Thaddeus...well, if he were still around, then he would definitely have something to say about that.
"What do you mean do for a living? He will be a Viscount as soon as he is born, and he will one day inherit the title of Duke from me."
Bulma pursed her lips, moving to sit, pulling her knees up so she could rest her chin on them, "Yes, but you are a super secret spy, and I'm a world famous inventor. Whose footsteps do you think Erminitrude will follow in?"
Vegeta smirked, as he finished tightening the cravat just like he liked it, turning to look at her, "If he," seeing her eyebrow quirk, he added, "or she is smart, like you are--they shall have both. They shall begin training at a young age, like I did," Bulma opened her mouth, presumably to object, but Vegeta kept talking, "And they'll be smart like their mother, as she will be their first teacher. I have no doubt my dear, you will have them in your lab as soon as they are able to walk and talk." Bulma gave him a guilty smile at that, and Vegeta rolled his eyes.
Vegeta moved back into his closet, bringing out a coat to pull on, as well as his Hessian's. Bulma watched him, moving so she was laying belly flat on the bed, the delicious curve of her ass tempting him more than she was aware as she lazily kicked her calves back and forward above her, "I suppose Gareth can train at a young age...which language should he learn first?"
Vegeta pursed his lips as he finished pulling on one boot, going for the next, "English."
Bulma rolled her eyes, resting her chin on her hands as she stared at him, "Besides English I mean." She sighed when he did not answer, supplying, "My mother brought in a Spanish nursery maid when I was very young."
Vegeta finished tugging on his second boot, looking at her as he stood tall, "It is very en vogue around these parts to have a maid from France come, teaching your child French, and Latin, of course."
Bulma nodded in all seriousness, "Of course." She sat up, and Vegeta's body thrummed to life in seeing her naked form. But she only stood off of the bed, going for her discarded robe from the night before as she pulled it on. She then moved to Vegeta, grabbing his coat as she said, "We had a French governess when I was younger, too."
She held out Vegeta's jacket for him, and he turned, slipping one arm in, then the other, as she continued, "Though of course, she was not from France. Just Quebec, though we were assured she was a first generation immigr--Vegeta."
Vegeta was no longer listening, his arms frozen in a comical position of shrugging his jacket on as Bulma's words struck a chord inside of him. French--Quebec. Where...where had he just recently heard that? Why was it setting off so many bells inside of him?
I come from an Indian tribe in the Province of Quebec.
I come from an Indian tribe in the Province of Quebec.
I come from an Indian tribe in the Province of Quebec.
Vegeta suddenly turned, grasping Bulma's arms as he looked into her eyes, "Bulma--Quebec. It is a French province?"
Bulma looked at Vegeta, her eyes searching his face, "What?"
Vegeta resisted the urge to shake her, his mind going wild as he said, "Bulma--Quebec. French?"
Bulma nodded, "Of course. They're under British control, I believe, but they've always been extremely proud about their French heritage...there's talk of lower Canada succeeding and becoming... Vegeta, what is it? What's wrong?"
Vegeta did not let Bulma go, holding her tighter as he said, his heart pounding alarmingly as adrenaline began to course through his veins, "Bulma, I need you to listen to me, and very carefully. I need you to go get dressed, and then I need for you to wait for either Kakarrot or I in the secret office. Do not open the door to anyone else, and for the love of Kami, do not leave the house."
"Vegeta, you're scaring me, what's going on?"
Vegeta held her closer, looking into her eyes, "Promise me Bulma! Promise me you won't leave the secret office for any reason other than Kakarrot or I!"
Bulma must have heard the desperation in his voice, or seen it in his eyes, because she only nodded, "Of course. But Vegeta, tell me what is going on."
Vegeta let her go at this point, turning towards the door, "I must go send a note to Kakarrot, but before I leave I want to see you go into the secret office. Do I make myself clear?"
Bulma was already moving back towards the Duchesses' quarters to dress, but she nodded stopping to look at him, "Yes. But Vegeta...what is it? You're scaring me."
Vegeta stopped for a moment, wishing he could say something to put her mind at ease--but that had never been his strong point, and so he only walked back up to her, grabbing her to him in a kiss, pulling back, lying to her as he said, "I will explain everything when I return. I promise."
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"Zarbon...so good of you to finally join us."
Zarbon took a long look around the hideout Frieza had been using on the outskirts of London, looking around a table that should have held about twenty of his closest advisors that last time Zarbon had been here when Frieza had first arrived. Now it had only about nine.
Zarbon was more shocked it was that high, considering how long Frieza had been waiting in the shadows, biding his time as he let his minions do his dirty work for him. The man was not known for his restraint. Zarbon caught the eye of Dodoria, who was his complete opposite physically, but shared the honor of being Frieza's favorite with himself. Truth be told, he held no affection for the balding, fat pink blob the man was--he had plans to kill him the second Frieza showed he no longer cared about him. But today was not that day, so he only nodded at the man, forcing the image of crushing the man's fat pink head between his hands out as Dodoria nodded back.
Zarbon smiled prettily as he turned to face the man he had been working for for most of his life. He could not lie--when it came to the Tsesarevich, he held a real admiration, mingled with fear. He wished he could work alone, but if he wanted power, real power (which he did), he needed to continue to kiss the ass of the Russian prince. No matter how out of his fucking mind he was.
Zarbon's face showed none of these thoughts though, as he bowed low. "Tsesarevich. So good of you to see me."
Frieza drew up in his chair, smiling in that deranged way of his with his ruby red lips, as his eyes sparkled maliciously, excitement thrumming in his voice, "I do hope you bring me good news Zarbon."
Zarbon only smirked, knowing that his next three words would bring a real smile to his Tsesarevich's face:
"It is time."
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A/N: Duh, duh dunnnnnnnn! I know, another shocker, Zarbon is Zhelonie? What?! Ha ha. Most of you have known for a time--so thank you for all of your 'shocked' reviews last week!
Also, Bulma and Vegeta gooey goodness--well, and a lemon as well. Damn, I really need to question how much sex can a story have before it is simply considered smut...hmm, we ask the important questions here, don't we? Love to all!
Warnings: Cussing, adult language and everyone's favorite--lemon!!
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Chapter Thirty-Five: A Simple Thank You Would Have Sufficed
Vegeta found himself in the ducal bedroom for the first time since he had returned to London, staring at the bed he usually occupied as if it were a foreign object. The last two nights he had spent not really sleeping, instead catching naps in his secret office and training with Nappa in the secrecy of nighttime. Sleep, as it usually was before a mission, was the furthest thing from his mind. He was too keyed up. Nappa had known not to say anything odd about Vegeta's non sleeping pattern as he was one of the only people besides Basil who knew about the vow Vegeta had made for vengeance the day news of Tarble's (...murder? Execution?) death had reached him. It was Nappa, now, more so than ever, he depended upon to help him hone his body into that of a deadly weapon--and it was Nappa who would ensure that Vegeta's plans would still happen when Vegeta died.
But tonight he did not allow thoughts of that, instead venturing back to the room he was supposed to be sharing with his wife, hoping against hope that when he opened the door he would find her in his...their bedroom, crooking her finger to him in invitation. As he opened the door, though, he could not say he was that surprised to see that Bulma was not occupying the room. Yet, he did not stop and flee from it the second he saw it was empty. It had been another long day, and Vegeta was sick of hiding from his own wife, avoiding her--if she wanted to find him, to yell at him some more, to try and figure out his secrets--well that was her choice, and he was not going to be evading her any longer. Tonight he would sleep in his bed, and though it would feel odd without Bulma snuggled up to him...well, he had slept for the first thirty plus years of his life without her, he could handle a few more days.
He undressed himself, slowly contemplating the night he had had. Not long after his confrontation with the Lady Satan the night had drawn to its natural conclusion. As soon as they were gone from public eye, Bulma had retreated back into herself, and Vegeta had once again spent the carriage ride watching her, wishing he could know what to say to draw her out of her self. Well, he did know what he could say...he also just knew that he could tell none of it to her. Right now, if Bulma knew of his plans--she would screw up the outcome. Hell, her whole presence was screwing up his outcome--before her, he had never doubted the vow he had made, had never seen a reason not to follow through with it. But with her--she made him want to consider what would happen if he did not die, to find a way to complete his mission and still live. Which was dangerous. He sighed as he rubbed his eyes, wishing she had stayed in Vegetasei. Maybe then he could have ignored the effect she had on him better...yeah, right. Ê
He had never thought that finding Kakarrot, and ensuring that he would have an heir to run Vegetasei once he finished his mission would lead to him finding...her. Or for her to have this effect on him, or for her to make him want to throw his vow right out the window--damn her. Ê
Perhaps it was better that she was not here, that he had the bed to himself. He knew himself well enough to know that if Bulma had been here he would have been unable to hold himself off from taking her, having her, from perhaps telling her more than he knew he could. This way, at least, he could get a good night sleep.
Yeah, keep telling yourself that sleep would totally make up for her not being here, buddy.
Ignoring his own thoughts, Vegeta finished stripping, putting on a pair of loose cotton bottoms. He padded back into his room from the closet, the plush carpet of his room caressing the soles of his feet as he walked to his bed. He found himself standing, staring at it, wondering whether or not he should get in, before he sighed, turning away. As this moment, sleep was simply not going to happen.
He was so amped up after the evening he had had--he wondered if maybe he should go rouse Nappa, the pair of them training until the early morning. Though he had told that old brute he could have the night off. Still, waking Nappa up, would not be the worst thing he had ever done--
But before he could act on that thought, he heard a soft knock on the door that connected to the shared sitting room between the Duke and Duchess' quarters, and he frowned at the knock in confusion. Who in the devil...a small smile worked its way to his lips as realization hit. Only one person would knock on that door, rather than the one that went to the main hall--he was not sure why, but Bulma was on the other side of that door. Without trying to get his hopes up too much, Vegeta found himself already smiling, thinking, well this night is certainly looking up. Ê
Sure enough, as he crossed his floor opening the door, he was pleased to see Bulma standing there. The smile was wiped from his face when he saw she had something bundled in her arms, rather than being stark naked like he had momentarily imagined. He looked at her, head cocked in confusion, but she only asked him over the bundle, politely (of course), "May I come in?"
Vegeta did not even blink at the absurdity of his own wife asking for entrance in his room as he bowed, opening the door further, allowing her past as she walked to the chaise, putting her bundle down on it, smoothing it out before turning to face him again. He frowned when he saw she was wearing a thick, heavy robe that covered her from her neck to the tops of her feet, knowing she might as well be wearing a potato sack with how alluring she looked. Even so, with her blue hair down, loose around her shoulders, Vegeta was distracted. He missed seeing this Bulma these last few days, the one right before bed where she was scrubbed of all makeup, her hair down, her eyes blinking softly as sleep claimed her--he preferred her like this, to be honest. The only Bulma he had seen since they had started fighting was...well, harpy Bulma, or wearing a mask in public Bulma. Neither of which was a favorite with him. Still he was pathetic enough to admit that any side of Bulma, favorite or no, was better than no Bulma was.
Bulma cleared her throat, pointing to the bundle on the chaise, drawing his attention to it, making him realize it was a heap of red cloth...no wait, as he walked over, examining it from a closer angle, he realized it was a dress. Understanding dawned, Vegeta realizing it was not just any dress, but the very dress she had been wearing the night of her London debut. The very night he had first realized how much trouble she was to him--and the same night he had impregnated her.
As comprehension hit him, Vegeta reared back, looking at her, "Bulma, you don't need to do this--"
She raised a hand, silencing him effectively as she only said, "I know that. I know I don't need to. But I want to." She looked at the dress as she continued, her back to him as she motioned to the dress, as if he had not seen it. "I realized you never had the dress brought to Vegetasei to verify that you had taken my maidenhead, so I went to check tonight that the dress was where I had left it." She looked over to him, her blue eyes large and luminous in her face as she spoke, capturing his attention as if she were the only thing in the world. "The dress was still there. I just thought...I wanted to show you that I was no liar."
Bulma moved, walking closer to the dress, ruffling with it as she flipped layer upon layer back into itself, her voice so soft it hardly carried to him as she said, "I need you to know that I would never lie to you."
Vegeta, feeling that odd shifting squeeze in his chest again, found himself walking up to her, placing his hand on top of her, stilling her. "Bulma, I don't need to see this to know you weren't lying. I know you aren't a liar. You would not lie to me."
Her voice was curious as it lilted back to him, though she refused to meet his eyes. "You don't need to look? Even if it's right here in front of you?"
Vegeta knew she could not see him, but he still shook his head, simply saying, "No. Your words are enough, Bulma."
Bulma did not turn her head to look at him, instead, turning her hand so that their palms were touching, their fingers interlacing. When she spoke her voice was low, "I can't lie to you Vegeta. I just can't...you mean too much to me."
Vegeta felt the squeeze turn into a stabbing of pain at the sadness of her voice, knowing she would feel so much more pain than this before it was all over with. He wanted to soothe the sadness from her with words, but instead he used their laced hands to press against her lower abdomen, pushing the pair of them together, her back to his front. His mouth moved so that it was close to her ear, only saying softly, "I know Bulma. I know."
They stayed like for what was probably a few minutes, but felt more like hours. Vegeta closed his eyes as he rested his chin on her shoulder, their interlocked fingers against the swell of her stomach, his other hand on her thigh, reassuringly rubbing patterns in it, delighting in just being able to feel her again, to just see her again--to smell that damn lilac scent that would always remind him of her. When Bulma pulled away from him, Vegeta felt a deep sense of loss, but he let her go, glad that she let him have those (probably last) few moments of holding her.
She moved away from him, towards the door that led to the main hall, and he turned to watch her in silence, wishing he could find the words that would make this all better. That he was a more charming man, who was better with his words, who could say something--anything--to make her stay with him. He could find nothing, nothing in his head but....
"Stay."
His voice was low, and he hated himself for even weakening enough to speak, but he hated himself more a moment later as he softly added, "Please."
He was at a personal dilemma with that--on one hand, he wanted nothing more than to deny the true weakness this woman was for him to say all he wanted her was for her body...but that was a lie. He wanted her to stay with him tonight, even if they did nothing but hold each other until the sky went grey then blue. He wanted to wake up next to her--waking up next to her...well, it had been something he had never expected, but damn if he could go without it. He could not remember the last time he had used the word please, but right now, he wanted her to stay because she wanted to, not because he commanded her too.
He watched as she froze a few steps from the door, his heart in his throat as he waited for her to turn or to move towards the door, to seal his fate with her actions.
He was man enough to admit that his heart dropped into his stomach as Bulma took those final few steps towards his door, heading out of his room, and most likely, out of his life. Not that he could blame her, not after the way this week had gone--
But his thoughts were cut short when he heard the click of the lock in the door, Bulma resting her hand on the door for just a second, before she turned back to him. Vegeta felt his heart rebound from his stomach back into his chest, where it started to thump as Bulma quirked her head, observing him, those blue eyes sharp, but sparkling with...delight?
Before long, her lips drew into a smile, her eyes glinting as her hands found the tie of her robe, pulling on the ends of the knot, the gown gaping open to reveal that...dear Kami, what was she wearing?
Vegeta's heart hammered faster, his blood rushing through his body, boiling in the pit of his stomach, fire licking through his body at her suggestive look, awakening his every nerve, tuning in to her, only her. As Bulma shrugged out of the robe, dropping it to a pool at her feet revealing just what she was wearing underneath the gown, Vegeta felt as if the fire had turned into a raging inferno as he saw just what she was wearing.
Namely, not a damn thing.
Vegeta's eyes darted over her body, drinking her in, unsure of where to rest as he realized just how much he had missed seeing her these past few days. Whatever other fears and doubts he had before she had come to the room were erased as the only thing he could think about was this magnificent woman in front of him. Kami, he wanted to be inside of her, he wanted her to be touching him, he wanted his lips to attach to her neck, and he wanted to mark her as his, only his. Her soft voice captured his attention, though he could barely hear it over the rushing of blood in his ears, his whole body thrumming with one word over and over: mine, mine, mine, mine.
Still, her words did get through, and Vegeta had to fight the urge he had to throw her over his shoulder as she simply said, "As you wish."
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Bulma needed to repay Vegeta for sticking up to her. She knew Vegeta well enough by now to know that he was a man where actions spoke way louder than words, and she knew that what he had done for her tonight...well, it was not a great declaration of affection for most, but to her it was.
She had decided not to tell him earlier that she had seen him defend her, instead finding her own to show her affection and appreciation to him for what he had done. But what? It was not until they had gotten home, that she had remembered the red dress which held the proof that she had been a virgin, and she had decided it was time to show him that he really was her first and only.
She had not set out with the intention of seducing him...though she had not shut the door on that option completely by wearing nothing underneath her heavy night robe. It had felt particularly scandalous, moving about the manor as such, but when she had come to his room, she had tried to appear somber.
She told herself if Vegeta had made the first move on her, before she had said her piece, that she would leave. Still, when his hand had stilled hers, Bulma had found herself breathing hard and fast, imagining just how he was about to twirl her, dominating her with a kiss. She had to admit to herself walking away from that was going to be a lot harder than she imagined.
But her worry had been for naught. Vegeta had not twirled her, or dominated her in any way. Instead, he had just held her. Held on to her like she was a buoy in his life, and that he never wanted to let her go. Bulma had been shocked, but had melted as he had continued just to hold her, resting against her--their--hands over their unborn child. She was even more surprised when he had not put up a fight when she had been the one to move away. That had sealed the deal for her, and she knew she was going to sleep with her husband tonight.
Still, as she had walked to the door, and he had stopped her with those two words...Bulma had felt her heart burst in her chest from happiness. Not only had he asked her to stay...well, he had asked, rather than commanded. Totally at odds with his personality. Totally at odds with who he acted with like everyone else--this was Vegeta stripped bare, and she was the only person who got to see him like this. Kami, how could she help but fall for this man?
Bulma had thanked her lucky stars that she had hedged her bets by being naked under the robe after the please, knowing that Vegeta had not only earned being paid back for being so sweet earlier--but he needed to know she cared about him and missed him. He might not admit it, or hell, even know it, but he was fragile right now--and Bulma wanted to be there for him. As she had dropped her robe from her shoulders, seeing the look on his face, the widening of his eyes, the dropping of his jaw--Bulma could only revel in the power it brought her, especially as the molten heat in his eyes hit her like a punch to the stomach. She loved knowing she could affect her husband like this. Ê
Bulma approached him, and before Vegeta could move, she had her hands fisted in his hair, her mouth fused to his, kissing him with all of the desire and longing she had been feeling these long three days, wanting to do nothing more than to absorb him into her very skin. It took Vegeta not a second to respond, his arms wrapping around her back, pulling her closer to him, so was not even space for air between them. It was natural at this point, and it felt greatly like coming home as Vegeta's lips had moved against her own. Bulma melted into him, her body curving into his hard planes, her leg coming up to his hip, her breasts pushing into the heat of his hard chest.
Vegeta's reaction was quick, his hand grabbing her leg and hitching it higher on his hip, his other one pressing into the flat of her back as he kissed her back, pouring all of his own desire and heat for her as he kissed he. She could already feel his erection, through the pants, grinding against her core and she let out a low guttural sound that vibrated through both of them. His lips refused to let her go, his tongue sweeping into her mouth, awakening Bulma's body as he took control of the kiss, their tongues meeting, sliding against each other. Her legs turned to jelly, her brain to mush--her lower abdomen throbbing to life as his thumb swept up and down her spine. Kami, it had only been three days but it might as well have been three months the way her body cried out for him and his touch.
As his teeth caught her bottom lip Bulma felt a stab of that heat head straight to her lower abdomen. Vegeta wasted no time as he picked her up off the ground just enough that he could walk with her, pressing her against the closest table, the back of her thigh biting into it as his lips recaptured her own. He sucked on her throbbing lower lip, as he let go of her sweeping his arm so that whatever was on the table crashed to the floor, before he grabbed her hips and lifted her so she could sit on the now bare table. Bulma moved her hands to his face, kissing him with all of the fervor she could not ignore, her mouth opening to his as his hands wrapped in her hair, tugging, moving her so she was open to him and that wicked tongue of his. Ê
Bulma's leg's shifted open automatically as she sat, Vegeta fitting in the vee of her legs, pushing against her, the fabric of his pants pushing against her core, causing her to moan into his mouth again. Kami she was already beyond wet for him, the hot coil of heat in her lower stomach pushing and pulsing like a living creature, seeking a way to release from her body. Vegeta's hands moved from her hair to her thighs, pulling her against his already rock hard erection, rocking against her slowly, teasing her. Bulma pulled him tighter to her as he thrust against her wet heat, her body crying out for release, for more of his skin, for more of this--for him. Vegeta. She needed Vegeta. Her skin tingled, her blood rushed through her veins, and all she could think about was feeling and sensation.
Vegeta wasted no time in responding to her blatant invitation, his mouth moving over her face, leaving kisses everywhere he touched, his hand moving from her hip to one of her breasts. He palmed the heavy weight, drawing his thumb over her peak, her nipple hardening under his masterful touch, sending shivers through her, Bulma wishing he was already inside of her. His mouth moved lower, moving down the column of her neck, sucking and teasing her, so her legs pulled him closer to her, wanting him--no, needing him--inside of her. As he reached the pulse point at the bottom of her neck, he bit her flesh at the same time he pinched her nipple between his forefinger and thumb. Bulma shivered as she felt the sharp shooting of pain turn into delicious pleasure, and she let out another moan. "Kami, I have missed you and your magic touch."
Vegeta's voice was muffled as he moved further, his tongue trailing from her sternum to her breast the hand was not currently teasing, "Just my magic touch? What about my mouth?"
As if to demonstrate what she was forgetting, his tongue came out, tracing her nipple, before he drew her into his mouth. He loved her with his tongue, causing the already tight peak to tighten further, pain and pleasure mingling together as he alternated between light, soft licks, and hard sucks, her nails wreaking havoc on his back. As he took the tip of her crown between his teeth, nipping lightly, Bulma's head hit the wall as she arched her back, crowing in delight. The coil in her stomach was aching uncontrollably now, her whole body crying out for him as he only continued to torture him with his hands and his mouth.
Bulma's let another unholy groan out as he moved on to her other breast, his mouth tormenting her and delighting her in the same moment, her legs wrapping around him, trying to absorb into him. His hand left her breast, dipping between their bodies, his finger idly tracing patterns on her inner thigh, closer and further away from her wet heat, her hips thrusting forward, seeking him out. When he finally got close to her center, he only tested her with a quick dip of his finger, shocking her, before he brought it out, his eyes locked with hers as he took a step back, placing his finger in his mouth sucking on it, licking all of her moisture off of him. His voice was dark and husky as he said only one word: "Delicious."
Bulma could only moan, "Vegeta, please."
Her tone came out whimpering and pleading, but Vegeta only shook his head, moving closer and dropping to his knees, as he looked up to her, an eyebrow seductively quirked, "Not yet." He moved his mouth to her inner thigh, dropping a kiss on the sensitive flesh there, following it with another quick nip. His hands came to her hips, pulling her to the edge of the table, her legs moving so they were propped up on his shoulders as she leant against the wall, her hands scrambling to find purchase on anything to support herself as Vegeta's mouth quickly moved from her inner thigh to her lower lips, teasing her as he ran his tongue down her slit, lightly, not even probing the folds.
Her hands finally clutched onto the edge of the table she was on, her voice coming out in a frustrated whimper as she whined, "Vegeta...."
His breath fanned against her as he muttered, "Patience, Bulma, patience."
Bulma whined against that, the heel of one of her feet pushing into his back, her hands in his hair, vainly trying to bring him closer to her. He only chuckled at her futile attempts to speed things along, as he went back to dropping light kisses on any part of skin he could see, circling where she wanted his mouth the most, coming closer then retreating, coming closer then retreating, again and again in infuriating circles.
"Vegeta, I need you. Now!"
Her tone must have belied her desperation, because Vegeta's tongue finally shot out, finding her clit, striking her like lightning, causing the first of many shockwaves to shoot through her as that tight coil in her sparked, shooting white flames throughout her body. Her hands clenched the table further, Bulma uncaring if she was scratching the priceless wooden antique to dust as the flat of Vegeta's tongue soothed her, drawing against her slowly, oh so slowly, in long, broad strokes. Bulma let out another whimper, and Vegeta increased his pace, speeding up his licks, Bulma's hips moving in tandem with his tongue. He had her at a fever pitch, his speed fast and high, before he pulled back, opening her with his hand as he thrust his tongue into her heated core.
Bulma's head cracked against the wall (again) as she let out a groan, her legs clenching against him further, his head trapped between her legs, as she saw nothing but stars. Her body convulsed around his tongue, the stars going yellow and shooting out of the hemisphere as his traded his tongue for two fingers, his mouth going back to the throbbing bundle of nerves at her center, sucking her into his mouth as he teased her further, pushed her further, those wicked fingers of his curling, hitting her right there--right on her, oh fuck.
"Fuck Vegeta, fuck me!"
Apparently those were the magic words, and Vegeta got off of his knees, leaving the vee of her legs to lift her from the table, carrying her to the bed where he threw her down. Bulma bounced once, ungracefully landing on her stomach, feeling very much like jelly--though her body was crying out for more. Vegeta quickly shucked his pants, then followed her on the bed, his breath heating her back as he whispered, "As you wish." He covered her back with his body, moving her hair to one side, kissing her neck as he pulled her hips up with his hands to follow his body as he whispered, "Ass up for me, Bulma."
Bulma followed his instructions, lifting her hips for him, Vegeta moving so his weight was off of her. Bulma looked over her shoulder as she saw Vegeta sit so he was in the middle of the bed, angling her entrance so he could thrust up into her. He caught her eyes, and he only put his tip at her entrance, his eyebrow cocked again as he teased her, "Is this enough for the Duchess?"
Bulma shook her head frantically, trying to find the words, but only coming up with, "More."
Vegeta smirked, his fingers biting into the flesh of her hips as he thrust up as he simultaneously pulled her onto him completely. It was like being struck by lightning, or by the experiments with electrical currents that she had worked with during her studies--her whole body exploded in a white blaze, the coil in her abdomen thrumming, calling out to be satisfied. Bulma's hands clawed at the bedspread as she moaned out his name, "Vegeta...."
It was a plea, and one he did not ignore, as he gathered her up, so she was sitting on him, facing away, her thighs spread along either side of his as he thrust up into her, again. "How about that?"
She only moaned in response as her hips ground back into his, meeting his as they pushed up. Bulma's arms came up, burying themselves in his thick hair. Vegeta's arm snaked out under her breasts to give her more leverage, the other coming to her breast, squeezing her, as his lips attached to the sensitive skin of her neck, sucking hard. Vegeta set a fast rhythm, her back to his front, the pair of them moving as one as her moans mixed with his grunts. Bulma felt herself getting close, again, her body starting to throb--and Vegeta must have known, because he stopped all motion, his hands stilling her, as he whispered into her, "I want you to ride me."
Bulma only nodded, wanting, no needing Vegeta to keep doing exactly what he had been doing, knowing that if he had commanded her to kill the queen in that moment she would have done so.
He kissed her neck one last time, before he lifted her off him, moving so that he was laying down, his head on the pillows, his eyes lidded as he watched her. Bulma wasted no time in moving with him, getting on her knees as she straddled him, finding his erection, and placing it at her tip as she thrust down onto him, meeting his hips as they thrust up, both of them groaning as he filled her. Vegeta's hands were on her hips before she was even all the way on him, finding them, grabbing her, and leading as she began to piston up and down off of him. Bulma's hands were on his chest, her nails leaving red marks as she scratched and clawed at his flesh as he fulfilled her, stretching her deliciously, letting Bulma know that she was going to be lusciously sore in the morning.
"Bulma."
Bulma's eyes popped open, finding Vegeta's eyes lidded and dark as he watched her, licking his lips as he coarsely said, "Touch your breasts."
Bulma's eyes went wide, but seeing the fire in his eyes--how could she say no?
She sat up straight, her hips moving in a new circular pattern, even as she continued to pound into Vegeta, her hands moving up his chest, past her own hips before they reached her breasts. She cupped both of them in her hands, feeling her own heavy weight, before she squeezed them, just like he always did.
Bulma looked at him as she cupped herself, feeling extremely wanton as his eyes darkened, his breathing coming more labored. "Is this what you want, Duke?"
Vegeta nodded, before whispering, even as he strained his hips up, his hands still on her own, "Your nipples. Pinch your nipples."
Bulma felt a shot of pleasure simply from the way Vegeta spoke to her, and her pleasure increased as she kept her eyes on his as she followed his orders, her hands moving to her nipples, pinching them, lightly.
His voice was hot, shooting through her like lightning as he only coarsely said, "Harder."
Bulma's eyes widened, but she smirked as she followed his orders, pinching harder, causing both of them to cry out in pleasure as Bulma pounded back on to him harder than before, fusing the two of them together even more. Kami, she thought she had already been wet--it was nothing to the sopping heat she now felt between the two of them. She loved when Vegeta spoke to her like this in the bedroom, when he took control.
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Without waiting his instructions, Bulma drew two of her fingers into her mouth, sucking on them, before she trailed them down her body to her red nipples, running her wet fingers along them, causing Vegeta to groan as his hips shot off the bed. Bulma's eyes did not leave his own, instead holding them as she brought one of her breasts to her mouth, her own tongue laving her tip, much like he had been doing earlier, her thighs squeeze against him. His voice was coarse, "Fuck Bulma, you're killing me."
Bulma only smirked as she let her breast go, "Good." Ê
He let out another moan as he continued to thrust into her before his voice washed over her again, hoarse as he gritted out, "Touch... your...clit... Bulma. Do it for me."
Bulma's eyes widened at that suggestion, but she smirked, her one hand still cupping her breast as her other one reached to the thatch of blue hair that covered her, her fingers probing, finding the engorged clit there. Vegeta let out another curse, and before long his hand joined her own, covering her own fingers, helping her work them, moving them in circles, fast, as he continued to thrust into her.
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It was all she needed as she exploded, shattering into a tiny thousand pieces as she squeezed her own breast in one hand, her clit in the other, her thighs coming into Vegeta's side as she moaned out his name in one long call. The coil that had been winding up inside of her, expanded, exploding through her body as that white heat blasted through her skin, her bones, her every molecule, the pain and pleasure sweeping together, causing her to lose sight of everything but this moment.
Vegeta helped her ride out her climax, pushing into her whenever she felt it receding, his own hands biting into her hips, helping her push it for as long as she could, riding the wave and aftershocks of pleasure, before she simply collapsed on top of him, her mouth finding his own, her body going completely limp.
Vegeta kissed her back, slowly at first, using his hands to touch and squeeze her body, teasing her back to life, before he quickly rolled them, landing on top of her, her legs drawn up around him, cradling his still hard erection within her. He was content to kiss her for just a few moments, cradled in her body, Bulma's oversensitive body using the time to recuperate, already throbbing for more from him, even as half of her called out for rest. But Vegeta was not satiated, and until he was, Bulma would not be content.
Bulma pulled away from Vegeta's slow kisses, her blue eyes catching his onyx ones as she only said, "More. Please, more."
Vegeta smirked, shaking his head as his hand smoothed through her hair, catching a lock between two fingers, twirling it as he chuckled darkly. "You temptress you. Are you never satisfied?"
Bulma blushed, but kept smiling, shaking her head. "As long as I'm with you...I'll always want more Vegeta."
He laughed, kissing her quickly before he muttered against her lips, "If I didn't know what you meant, I could say that that was a very unflattering assessment of my lovemaking."
Bulma playfully smacked him, but her tone was serious as she told him, "Never, Vegeta. Not with you, not like this."
Vegeta froze then, his eyes searching for hers, but Bulma only smiled at him, squeezing him with her thighs. Vegeta took a second, but then the serious look Bulma recognized was back on his face, and she knew he was back in charge. He only got this look on his face when he was in the middle of a mission--or when he got serious about his own pleasure. Bulma considered herself blessed, wondering how many women had husbands that put their pleasure before their own? Especially someone like Vegeta who made sure she came a few times before he did....
Vegeta withdrew from her, distracting her from her thoughts as he grabbed her ankles, placing them on his shoulders, before he positioned himself at her entrance again, thrusting into her, stretching her, filling her, making her see heaven.
Bulma's head was thrown back in ecstasy, Vegeta hitting her hard and deep as he began a slow pace that built back up to the frenetic one they had set earlier, Vegeta moving onto his knees, her hips following him, thrusting into her, further, deeper with a single minded intensity that drove Bulma insane. Every time she got close to another orgasm, Vegeta would slow the pace, settling her back down, before he would speed up again, bringing her closer and closer to yet another peak.
He continued this torturous cycle before Bulma finally pleaded, "Vegeta, please...let me cum...."
Vegeta only smirked, kissing her ankle, before his hands moved back to her hips, and he really thrust into her, pounding her into the bed. Bulma hardly noticed, her body tightening in that delicious way only he could make happen, before the ball of friction at her center burst out around her, this time milking Vegeta's own release from him as he thrust into her, hard, a few last times. Bulma only felt pure pleasure, her eyes rolling back into her head, her mouth open, uncaring of how loud she called and cried for him, only wanting to stay in this moment forever.
Before long, Vegeta and Bulma's bodies both stilled, and Vegeta let her go, collapsing next to her on his front, Bulma chuckling as he lay there, without moving, appearing very much like a dead man. Well whatever effect Vegeta had on her, she was glad to know she could do the same for him. She only brushed her hand through his hair, and down his back, giving his butt a playful smack. "Great job, your Grace."
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Vegeta's head heavily lifted, moving so that he was looking at her, Bulma turning on her side so her leg was over his back, cradling herself against him, a lazy smile on her face. One of Vegeta's arm's shot out, pulling her closer to him, his nose nuzzling against her own. Bulma let out a chuckle, and he raised an eyebrow in question, but Bulma only shook her head, her eyes locked onto his own as she said those four words, those same four words she had said the last time they had made love, the very words that had started the argument that had only gotten worse when Basil's letter had arrived: "I love you, Vegeta."
Vegeta's eyes got wide, again, his mouth opening, but Bulma cut him off, placing her finger over his mouth, "And don't try and argue me on this, this time Vegeta. These are my feelings, my emotions, and how I feel about you--I'm not asking you to say them if you don't mean them."
He went to say something else, his mouth moving against her finger, his black eyes sparkling, "Bulma, I want--"
She cut him off, shaking her head, "No, Vegeta. I need to say this to you. I need you to be aware of how I feel about you--I don't know what's going on with Basil, or Russia, or the Navy...or even what happened with Tarble...but I do know this. I love you." Bulma looked slightly past him as she recalled how he had first come into her life, and she smiled wryly at how things had turned out. "I never expected it with you--and to be honest I never wanted it with you when I first met you. But now...I can't imagine my life without you. You are more stubborn than I am, you make curmudgeonly old men seem downright sunny with your disposition--and you have a way of making everyone around you scared of you."
His eyebrows shot up at that, but Bulma only continued, "But you are one of the only people in the world who accepts me, Bulma, for who I really am. You understand me, and you listen to me. You make me smile, and yes, no one else can make me moan and groan like you can, and no one ever will."
Vegeta smirked at that, but Bulma ignored him, continuing, "But more than that you are what any woman could want in a husband. You don't try and suppress my need to be a scientist, you don't dare pull any old school stodgy thinking about how I should act and be. You are caring, no matter what you think, and I know you would do anything for those you care about. I love the way that you think, the very way that you are--I love everything about you. You know the real me...and I know the real you. And I love you, Vegeta. You are a great husband, and soon...you will be a great father."
Vegeta's eyebrows shot down at that, but before he could speak, Bulma pressed her lips to his, pulling back only to whisper, "You need to understand this Vegeta. I say these words not to pressure you into saying them, or to make you do something for me...I just want you to remember them, even if I'm not at your side. No matter what, you have at least one person out there in the world that loves you...soon to be two. And we both need you Vegeta, remember that."
Bulma smiled at him, before turning over, feeling tears welling in her eyes, hastily wiping them away as she closed her eyes, feeling worn out and exhilarated, and exhausted but alive at getting those words out. She wanted to hear them back from Vegeta...but she knew she needed to let him do it in his own time. Hell, he was never going to be mister chatty about his emotions, and that was part of the reason Bulma loved him--but it would be nice, one day, to know he felt the same. Bulma said none of this, though, only going with, "Now let me sleep. I'm exhausted."
Vegeta was still for a long moment, before he moved, going on his side so that he was spooning her, his arm drawing them closer together, as he nuzzled her neck, pressing a kiss to her neck. "Goodnight Bulma."
It was not a declaration of love, but it was more than enough for Bulma right then, and she only smiled as she snuggled back into him, "Goodnight Vegeta."
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Vegeta was up early, pulling clothes on, ready for a day at the War Offices as Bulma lay in bed, watching him from where she was propped up on the pillows, her eyes following his movements, as the two of them spoke. They did not reference any of the heavy issues between them, and it almost felt like it had been like at Vegetasei, before life had exploded around them, dragging them back into the real world. They spoke of inconsequential things, and Bulma speculated on their unborn child, her and Vegeta both finding real delight in speaking about how his (or her) life would turn out. Ê
"So what should little Thaddeus do for a living?"
Vegeta was fixing his cravat in the mirror, pursing his lips as he heard Bulma's name choice for their child. This was nothing new--she loved the fact that she got to name their child, and she loved to do nothing more than to torture him with the most ridiculous names she could think of. Or at least, Vegeta hoped that she teased him with these names. If she gave birth to a son and named it Thaddeus...well, if he were still around, then he would definitely have something to say about that.
"What do you mean do for a living? He will be a Viscount as soon as he is born, and he will one day inherit the title of Duke from me."
Bulma pursed her lips, moving to sit, pulling her knees up so she could rest her chin on them, "Yes, but you are a super secret spy, and I'm a world famous inventor. Whose footsteps do you think Erminitrude will follow in?"
Vegeta smirked, as he finished tightening the cravat just like he liked it, turning to look at her, "If he," seeing her eyebrow quirk, he added, "or she is smart, like you are--they shall have both. They shall begin training at a young age, like I did," Bulma opened her mouth, presumably to object, but Vegeta kept talking, "And they'll be smart like their mother, as she will be their first teacher. I have no doubt my dear, you will have them in your lab as soon as they are able to walk and talk." Bulma gave him a guilty smile at that, and Vegeta rolled his eyes.
Vegeta moved back into his closet, bringing out a coat to pull on, as well as his Hessian's. Bulma watched him, moving so she was laying belly flat on the bed, the delicious curve of her ass tempting him more than she was aware as she lazily kicked her calves back and forward above her, "I suppose Gareth can train at a young age...which language should he learn first?"
Vegeta pursed his lips as he finished pulling on one boot, going for the next, "English."
Bulma rolled her eyes, resting her chin on her hands as she stared at him, "Besides English I mean." She sighed when he did not answer, supplying, "My mother brought in a Spanish nursery maid when I was very young."
Vegeta finished tugging on his second boot, looking at her as he stood tall, "It is very en vogue around these parts to have a maid from France come, teaching your child French, and Latin, of course."
Bulma nodded in all seriousness, "Of course." She sat up, and Vegeta's body thrummed to life in seeing her naked form. But she only stood off of the bed, going for her discarded robe from the night before as she pulled it on. She then moved to Vegeta, grabbing his coat as she said, "We had a French governess when I was younger, too."
She held out Vegeta's jacket for him, and he turned, slipping one arm in, then the other, as she continued, "Though of course, she was not from France. Just Quebec, though we were assured she was a first generation immigr--Vegeta."
Vegeta was no longer listening, his arms frozen in a comical position of shrugging his jacket on as Bulma's words struck a chord inside of him. French--Quebec. Where...where had he just recently heard that? Why was it setting off so many bells inside of him?
I come from an Indian tribe in the Province of Quebec.
I come from an Indian tribe in the Province of Quebec.
I come from an Indian tribe in the Province of Quebec.
Vegeta suddenly turned, grasping Bulma's arms as he looked into her eyes, "Bulma--Quebec. It is a French province?"
Bulma looked at Vegeta, her eyes searching his face, "What?"
Vegeta resisted the urge to shake her, his mind going wild as he said, "Bulma--Quebec. French?"
Bulma nodded, "Of course. They're under British control, I believe, but they've always been extremely proud about their French heritage...there's talk of lower Canada succeeding and becoming... Vegeta, what is it? What's wrong?"
Vegeta did not let Bulma go, holding her tighter as he said, his heart pounding alarmingly as adrenaline began to course through his veins, "Bulma, I need you to listen to me, and very carefully. I need you to go get dressed, and then I need for you to wait for either Kakarrot or I in the secret office. Do not open the door to anyone else, and for the love of Kami, do not leave the house."
"Vegeta, you're scaring me, what's going on?"
Vegeta held her closer, looking into her eyes, "Promise me Bulma! Promise me you won't leave the secret office for any reason other than Kakarrot or I!"
Bulma must have heard the desperation in his voice, or seen it in his eyes, because she only nodded, "Of course. But Vegeta, tell me what is going on."
Vegeta let her go at this point, turning towards the door, "I must go send a note to Kakarrot, but before I leave I want to see you go into the secret office. Do I make myself clear?"
Bulma was already moving back towards the Duchesses' quarters to dress, but she nodded stopping to look at him, "Yes. But Vegeta...what is it? You're scaring me."
Vegeta stopped for a moment, wishing he could say something to put her mind at ease--but that had never been his strong point, and so he only walked back up to her, grabbing her to him in a kiss, pulling back, lying to her as he said, "I will explain everything when I return. I promise."
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"Zarbon...so good of you to finally join us."
Zarbon took a long look around the hideout Frieza had been using on the outskirts of London, looking around a table that should have held about twenty of his closest advisors that last time Zarbon had been here when Frieza had first arrived. Now it had only about nine.
Zarbon was more shocked it was that high, considering how long Frieza had been waiting in the shadows, biding his time as he let his minions do his dirty work for him. The man was not known for his restraint. Zarbon caught the eye of Dodoria, who was his complete opposite physically, but shared the honor of being Frieza's favorite with himself. Truth be told, he held no affection for the balding, fat pink blob the man was--he had plans to kill him the second Frieza showed he no longer cared about him. But today was not that day, so he only nodded at the man, forcing the image of crushing the man's fat pink head between his hands out as Dodoria nodded back.
Zarbon smiled prettily as he turned to face the man he had been working for for most of his life. He could not lie--when it came to the Tsesarevich, he held a real admiration, mingled with fear. He wished he could work alone, but if he wanted power, real power (which he did), he needed to continue to kiss the ass of the Russian prince. No matter how out of his fucking mind he was.
Zarbon's face showed none of these thoughts though, as he bowed low. "Tsesarevich. So good of you to see me."
Frieza drew up in his chair, smiling in that deranged way of his with his ruby red lips, as his eyes sparkled maliciously, excitement thrumming in his voice, "I do hope you bring me good news Zarbon."
Zarbon only smirked, knowing that his next three words would bring a real smile to his Tsesarevich's face:
"It is time."
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A/N: Duh, duh dunnnnnnnn! I know, another shocker, Zarbon is Zhelonie? What?! Ha ha. Most of you have known for a time--so thank you for all of your 'shocked' reviews last week!
Also, Bulma and Vegeta gooey goodness--well, and a lemon as well. Damn, I really need to question how much sex can a story have before it is simply considered smut...hmm, we ask the important questions here, don't we? Love to all!