Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Legend Of the Bond ❯ Chains of the Heart ( Chapter 19 )

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Chi-chi sat down on the hard chair, her ankles swollen and her belly rounded, worn out from preparing Goku’s enormous meal. Despite the tiredness she was currently feeling, she had become very happy here with him, especially since he behaved more like a Chikyuu-jin than a Saiya-jin. And Goku had saved her from a life of slavery. Even though she knew that her happiness could be shattered at any moment, somehow she knew Goku would always protect her and their unborn child. The latest decree hadn’t scared her, nor did the fact she was in hiding. She was weary, but content. Living for so long inside Goku’s small dwelling just outside the Royal City gave her cabin fever from time to time. Even her lingering near a window too long would make Goku whine about her safety. She wasn’t stupid; she realized if anyone discovered her it could mean the end of their little dream together. But she needed just a little bit of fresh air every now and then to fully feel her freedom. Chi-chi thought Goku could at least take her somewhere during the night, someplace where they could be alone and safe.

Chi-chi sighed. Goku didn’t think like that; he was sweet, but very simple-minded. Food and fighting always seemed to be first on his list. But the hour had gotten late and he was still not back, which concerned her as he never missed a meal. She was always over-protective of him. He meant so much to her and, after losing so many people that she carried about, her mother at a young age, her father to the Saiya-jins, then Bulma, and finally Cherri, the slave girl that was her friend until she was beaten to death for a mistake in her cooking. She kept remembering how weak and powerless she was to stop Cherri’s beatings. Chi-chi remembered how Cherri, an odd-looking alien, was so accepting with her death. She never cried, she never said a word, just kept a serene expression on her face as they slowly pounded her into mush. Was Bulma’s death similar to Cherri’s? she wondered sadly. Bulma must have died after she and Chi-chi were separated seven years ago and she never heard any more about her. Even if by some remote chance Bulma was still alive, Chi-chi knew better to believe in false hope. She closed her eyes, trying to block the oncoming tears, but opened them abruptly when she heard the familiar sound of Goku entering their small home.

“Goku-sa?” Chi-chi asked as she slowly sat up to greet her husband.

“Hi, Chi-chi! You don’t have to get up. I just came to grab a quick bite, because I have to go again.”

“Oh, why?”

“I have to go talk to my…um…boss about working tonight.”

“Can’t that wait? You’re not supposed to work tonight! You could at least stay for a while and spend time with your wife, who happens to be carrying YOUR child!” Chi-chi almost wanted to scream. She was lonely, to say the least, and her desperation almost came to her voice.

Goku almost winced from the sound, but he knew this was coming. “But Chi-chi, I got to something important –”

“You could at least take me somewhere once in a while at night instead of leaving me here to rot in boredom all the time!” She couldn’t help it now. Tears came to her eyes and she brought her hands to her face.

Goku tried to look sympathetic as possible, but he was more worried about a sudden outburst of anger. “Chi-chi, I got to go talk to someone about Bulma. I don’t know what she was thinking about when she left with that council member. She might be in danger!”

Surprised by the mention of an old friend’s name, her tears dried and she looked up at Goku. “Bulma?”

“Yeah, I think you might have known her before, her being a Chikyuu-jin and all.”

“You never told me…Bulma’s alive?!” Chi-chi was in daze with the new information and so she spoke slowly. “And she’s in danger?”

“Yeah, so that’s why I got to eat and run.”

Chi-chi narrowed her eyes at Goku and stared at him with fierce determination. She stomped up to him and got right in to his face. “OH NO, YOU DON’T! You’re going to go right back out and help Bulma or NO FOOD FOR YOU!”

Goku was now the one to be surprised. “But, Chi-chi…”

“What are you waiting for? GO!” she commanded, and started pushing him towards the door.

Goku looked at her, disappointed that he couldn’t eat after he got home from his duties. “But, Chi-chi –” he began to say again.

“No ‘BUTS’! Just go NOW! I don’t want to hear another word from you until you come back to tell me that Bulma is safe!” With one last shove, she pushed her husband out the door. She watched him fly into the air and sighed again. Although she was five months pregnant, she could still do some good for someone who needed her help, even if it included ordering a hungry Saiya-jin away from his food. Chi-chi prayed that Goku would be successful in saving Bulma, and perhaps they could meet again, soon.

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Gero wanted to throw everything on his desk to the floor. He was mad and upset. Vegeta had been gone long enough and Gero wanted to make his move now, to finally gain his revenge and his sovereignty in the universe. Of course, he let his puppet Freeza have his way and allow Vegeta to return home. Gero had previously agreed to let the prince go for a year and close to two months had already passed. Now Gero was making wonderful progress with his God and he needed to have Vegeta here in order to secure his plans and have his urgent desires fulfilled. Gero had it all figured out. There would be no arguing with his puppet; he would simply demand that Vegeta be returned to him promptly and, of course, in good health. If his God happened to be born before the prince returned, his creation would need a decent sparring partner, which was something neither of the twins could be. Besides, Gero had other plans for those two. Vegeta would be perfect, and in his perfection would come the ultimate outcome: a torn and broken Saiya-jin prince and far stronger God. Gero’s fury slowly melted away as he thought of his goals and how he was slowly achieving them. But his satisfaction quickly turned to anxiousness when the twins suddenly appeared in the doorway. Both looked completely and utterly bored and discontented.

Juuanago crossed his arms and tilted his head slightly to the side. He sighed before asking, “So what do you want, old man?”

“You should be more respectful to your father, boy! But now we need to make plans, for our future is close at hand!”

Juuhachigo rolled her ice-blue eyes and sighed while Juunanago continued to stare pointedly at Gero. Time was finally running out for Vegeta-sei and, little did Gero know, for himself as well.

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Vegeta stepped out of his rejuvenation tank feeling much better physically. He felt stronger. Oddly, his extreme training the pervious day had helped him rather then hindered him like he thought it might have. Of course, he knew full well that the real GR was waiting for him, and not some prototype that could only do half as much. But his current emotional health was nowhere near his physical health. He knew that Bulma did not have exclusive access to a rejuvenation tank like he did, and her wounds, that he had caused the other day, did not look small. But, he reminded himself, she was alive, and that was all he should concern himself about her. Tomorrow she would be gone.

The day was almost gone now as well, for he had stayed unnecessarily a little too long in the tank, and their time was running out. He would return one last time to the lab that had been a place of escape for both of them, a lab that was almost under the ground, under Vegeta-sei’s soil. Vegeta dressed in his usual blue, skintight Saiya-jin armor and white boots and gloves, but he left his white breastplate sitting beside his bed. His thoughts became static for his state of mind was dangerous at the moment. Bulma was about to leave his planet and never return, so he had ended it for both their sakes, and to let her go was a better way to protect her. Freeza was a dangerous fiend and to keep her here made for a far more dangerous situation, not only for her, but for his people. It was also better for everyone involved that she would leave believing he cared less for her.

With the two suns almost completely set, bringing the edge of the day to a close, flying to the science building was almost calming. He landed in a spot clear from view and went inside, heading straight for the lab. For a moment he thought he felt Bulma’s emotions flicker into uncertainty but he didn’t think twice about it. As he entered the lab for the last time, he noticed that the room was still mostly in disrepair, Bulma hadn’t return yet. Vegeta thought that perhaps she had gone back to the other lab, the one to which she had been assigned after Yasai was executed. Knowing that she had a habit of finishing whatever project she started, he decided to wait for her to return here. Passing the time wasn’t hard; the secret lab was in such a state, that it took some time for his eyes to adjust. Kicking over one piece of burnt debris after another, his thoughts quickly went to the previous day:

“Why? Just let it be, Prince Vegeta. Regain your strength, kill Freeza, and I will be light years from here. No one is here, just me, and if I’m so lowly, as you put it, you don’t need to save face with me.”

Vegeta grew angry thinking of what she’d said to him. He wouldn’t stay in the presence of anyone lowly unless he had no choice. Usually, that meant when he was under Freeza’s orders. And once he killed Freeza, she really would be gone. Even the star of Chikyuu wasn’t enough to hold her here. Thinking back to the time they shared in that garden, he pictured her bright smile when she knew she had done something right. Her eager eyes that shined when he came to begin her training, placing her trust in him, falling asleep while they watched the stars, and letting him dress her injuries. All those remembrances brought a brought a sudden pang to his heart, his hidden frown disappearing as quickly as it came.

She wasn’t coming this time. It was obvious that she wasn’t here, that she was somewhere else. Without hesitation, he left the burnt lab and quickly made his way to her room, a room that he found empty and oddly very cold. He now knew she wasn’t in the building, but trying to seek her through the bond was like hitting a stone wall. She had cut him off somehow. Something like panic began to rise within him, but anger surfaced more quickly before concern or panic did. Vegeta was angry at her for closing herself off from him and even more angry at himself for not sensing it sooner. Clenching his fist, he turned around, only to run into someone to whom he hadn’t spoken for some time who could put him in an even fouler mood than he already was. Luckily for Vegeta, that someone that knew his secrets and better still, knew the whereabouts of the one he had lost.

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Bulma wondered if her odd visions from before of Chikyuu were trying to tell her something important. She was also thinking about what would be the best method of getting optimal performance out of her Rinusu drive when she was only a little more then halfway done with it. On top of that, she wondered why the sky here was so red while Chikyuu skies were so blue, though that answer came to her too fast for her satisfaction. Bulma was doing her best to wonder about everything else but the situation she was in now.

She and her companion had finally arrived to his immense chambers. Bulma was in awe at the size and beauty of this old councilor’s room. Pillars stood beside each door or window or piece of furniture. The marble-like floor shone almost like a mirror, reflecting those who walked on it. Bulma paused and looked down to see her own reflection, and when she brought her eyes up, he was gone. The councilor left her alone for some time, and Bulma figured he had left to change into more comfortable clothing.

Her nerves and the strain of walking the distance to get here had caused her wounded leg to swell with pain. Halfway before they reached their destination, she had begun to limp profusely. She tried her best to hide her limping and hoped the councilor hadn’t noticed. Her nervousness had increased because neither of them had spoken a word to each other since leaving the science building. And now she was alone in his chambers, staring out of the window, up into the darkening sky, trying to make out Chikyuu’s distant star. She turned around and looked at the Saiya-jin’s bed, which was shaped similar to the Chikyuu-jin style, but stiffer and rather round and large, with little adornment. The bedcovers sat undisturbed next to her, their smoothness taunting her. Wanting to find her star more than ever, she turned, her eyes desperately scanning the sky at a rapid pace, but the light from the two setting suns was still too bright for her dim star to shine through. The pain in her leg was increasing by the minute, although it wasn’t just her leg pain that was hurting her, it was the sharp ache in her broken heart as well. The more her mind dwelled on it, the more she wanted to run to Vegeta and beg him to help her, or to kill her to take her away from this situation. Goosebumps arose from her skin when she heard the councilor re-enter the room. Bulma stayed where she was, fearful that if she turned, she might find him already naked.

“Since you have been on this planet for so long, I would have assumed that you knew more about Saiya-jin culture by now.”

The off-hand comment seemed to come out of the blue, causing Bulma some unwanted confusion. “What do you mean? I know a lot about your culture, even though I was given over to be a slave and sent to the worse possible place to learn it.”

He seemed satisfied with her answer, ignoring her obvious scorn in her voice. “You are right about that. Third-class idiots are much different than the elite, though by not much.”

“I couldn’t tell. Then again, I ran into Kabba, who seemed to be rather civil; for an elite, that is.”

“No, you’re wrong. Kabba is not an elite. You shouldn’t fool yourself about him. The reason he was assigned to the Prince was because of how thoroughly he performed his assignment at Mon-sei. At the age of fourteen, he single-handedly purged that planet in less then a week. Even for a second-class, that was a pretty amazing feat, so they gave him his current assignment. When he is conducting business on the Prince’s behalf, he can be nice, although, I have seen him be quite ruthless.”

“I honestly don’t understand why you’re telling me this.”

“Because, according to our customs, you should turn and look at me whenever I enter the room. If I was of lower rank, then you would have every right not to turn and acknowledge my presence. But knowing who I am –” His foot steps grew closer and Bulma stiffened. As she expected, he turned her around rather forcibly to face him. “From now on, you will turn and look at me once I enter a room, and think no more about how nice Saiya-jins can be.”

“What do you mean for ‘now on’?”

Smirking, he pulled her toward the bed, almost dragging her and, while holding her forearms, he forced her to lie down. Shocked at the sudden movement, Bulma stared at the old Saiya-jin, who, much to Bulma’s relief, was dressed in a robe. “I have a feeling this won’t be our only time.”

“You bastard! The Prince will give me my freedom and I will be gone from here, so this will be our one and only time!” Despite her confident tone, a deep sadness entered her soul at her own words.

He smirked again then kneeled on the bed with Bulma directly underneath him. “We shall see.” And with those words, he pulled out a syringe from the pocket of his robe.

Bulma’s heart skipped a beat when she saw the hypo. Too fearful to remain still, she tried to crawl away from under him, only to be stopped by his strong hands pulling her back. She looked at his face again and demanded, “What’s in that?”

“Just a very effective painkiller. I noticed that your leg was injured and, instead of wasting time by throwing you into a tank, I got this. It will help with more than just your leg, too.” Before Bulma could struggle again, he injected her with the needle. Of course, it would be painless; she had invented that new type of needle for the Saiya-jin medical labs. As the anesthetic began to flow into her bloodstream and her mind began to feel slightly off, Bulma’s thoughts focused on her needle invention, paying no heed to the Saiya-jin who was suddenly kissing her neck rather roughly. Her rational mind came back to her for split-second, thinking of only one thing:

“Name…your name…” she muttered in a wavering voice.

Amused, he paused his attentions for a second or two so that he could respond. “Paragus. And learn it well; you’ll be screaming it soon.”

In an effort to keep from fully going under the painkiller, Bulma’s mind continued to calculate the needle’s percentage of actually hurting a patient then it jumped from that to thinking about her newest invention for the medical labs. Bulma paid no heed to Paragus’ slowly removing her clothes too quickly for her comfort. After he exposed her torso, he groped her breasts, licking her bared neck and shoulders, pressing hard into her skin, and tasting the salt from her sweat. He moved his hips on top of hers as his hand made its way to her back, ready to strip her completely of her remaining clothes. But then he wanted to kiss her lips, while pressing his hips and hard rod against her body. Just as he bent down to place his mouth on hers, she whispered a named that caused him to pause.

“Vegeta…”

Unsure as to why she would speak the Prince’s name, of all people, at this particular time, he looked for a moment at her troubled face then shook it off and continued to run his hands over her body, the drug making it easier and easier to get his way. Her eyes were closed but he could tell she wasn’t with him. At this point, he didn’t need her participation anyway, and began sucking at her cold bosom, allowing it to heat up between his lips.

Bulma began then to think of her “GR” invention and how it had made Vegeta so happy and how she wished she could be with him now that she had done something to please him. But something wasn’t right; something was off, but she couldn’t place it. Shouldn’t she be with him now? Wasn’t she with Vegeta?

Paragus felt Bulma squirm, trying to resist him, and her weak struggles were making it difficult for him to get the rest of her clothes off. Grabbing her by the waist, he pulled her back towards the center of the bed and once again knelt on top of her. Unfortunately for him, he didn’t get very far. He snapped his head around to find that his personal servant had come in the room, bowing repeatedly before him. While he was very displeased to have his fun put on hold, he knew his servant would dare to disturb him only if something of utmost importance had come about. So, he removed himself from Bulma and stood. He bit back his immediate impulse to kill the boy for interrupting his pleasures, so instead Paragus just gave him a heated glance.

“I’m very sorry to disturb you, my Lord, but I have been told that the King has summoned you, among his top advisors, to the main war room!”

Paragus looked at Bulma’s drugged state and sighed. He had hoped to take advantage of her injury, and her resistance, with that medication, but he couldn’t refuse a summons from the King, no matter what. Straightening his robe and hair, he stepped forward, away from the girl, who was almost asleep now, curled up in a fetal position on his bed. “You will inform His Majesty that I am on my way.”

With that, the boy bowed lower, quickly backing away from the old Saiya-jin before exiting the chamber. Paragus eyed his departing servant oddly. He wasn’t too happy at the moment with the boy’s intrusion. In fact, he was also angry at the King’s sense of timing; but Paragus was a loyal Saiya-jin, loyal to his planet and his King, who, in his opinion, should have been using the Royal harem by now. Lately, these days were never easy on the council or the King, with the Prince’s constantly disappearing and Freeza’s odd behavior, none of them knew what to expect from day to day. Parargus waited for a moment longer until he heard the blue-haired woman’s breath sigh in sleep then quickly dressed and left his chambers.

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As he walked towards the main war room, Paragus wondered about why the King had decided to summon him at this late hour. Perhaps this emergency meeting meant that something amiss had happened. Maybe Lord Freeza was coming or the Prince had suddenly been found dead, which would be something pleasing to hear. The Prince had gotten on Paragus’ nerves a little too often as of late, although his hate for the Prince started many years ago, when Prince Vegeta had started disobeying both Freeza and the King. Granted, the Prince didn’t show his rebelliousness all of the time, but his defiance was obvious, and Paragus held loyalty in high regards. He was loyal to his son first and the Saiya-jin people second. And, if the Prince was to die, Paragus’ son, Brolli, would have a chance at the throne.

Paragus felt a sudden chill pass through him as his footsteps neared the war room. Whatever lay ahead would not be welcoming, but at least he would have a warm body to return to. After taking a couple more steps, Paragus entered the war room and stopped cold in his tracks. No lights had been turned on and it was abysmally dark, eerily so. Before he had a chance to turn and leave, the door shut behind him, locking him in. Finally, his heart began to race. His skin went clammy with sweat, covering him with uncertainty and fear. He turned around once, then twice, as he heard the shades on the windows slowly lift, revealing a sky outside that was lighter than the room itself and a shadowy form in the corner. Paragus watched as that form moved forward and leaned against the window frame, arms crossed and shadows covering his scowled face.

“Who goes there? Tell me now or I will kill you on the spot!” Paragus had never felt trepidation like this and he didn’t know why.

“I do not think it is you who should be making the threats here, Paragus.”

Paragus knew that voice all too well. “Y–Your Highness?”

“After all of this time, I would hope that you could recognize the voice of your Prince.” Vegeta’s smirk was easily heard in his voice. The Prince then stepped forward, pushing himself off the window frame and fully out of the shadows.

“Why are we here in this darkness, if I may so ask, Prince Vegeta?” Paragus’ voice lost its jitteriness and became cool and collected. He was confident that the Prince wouldn’t dare do anything rash that could hurt his political prospects on Vegeta-sei.

“I will tell you why you are here, at my leisure, but first, tell me…who was that female you took to your bed?”

The blue-haired girl…no, woman… A sinking feeling came over him as Paragus suddenly remembered Bulma whispering Prince Vegeta’s name. Now it all made sense. Obviously, they must have shared a night or two together and the Prince didn’t want anyone else to touch what was his. But surely he didn’t care that much for some human tramp. “Some slut I picked up. I assure you she is no one special, Your Highness.”

“A slut? I though you were more selective than that, Paragus. What kind of slut does she happen to be? A Chikyuu-jin, perhaps?”

It then hit him that the decree was what had brought him here. The Prince was ticked off about the female and would have been more so if his summons had been disobeyed. “I do apologize, my Prince. You see, I had heard of her beauty and couldn’t resist. She is indeed Chikyuu-jin, but I believe that my years of service to the royal family and my rank do allow me some privileges.”

Vegeta was losing patience. He didn’t want to admit to himself that Bulma’s rejection had hurt him, and that she had willingly journeyed to Paragus’s chambers. Just thinking what they might have already done back there brought on a state of fury that could not be ignored or hidden. “Humph, you thought wrong. By the way, does this particular slut have blue hair and eyes?”

Paragus, clearly seeing the anger rising in the Prince, despite the darkness in the room, brought fear back into him. He now realized that the Prince would never have revealed this kind of emotion to anyone, unless he planned on permanently silencing the listener. “Yes, Your Highness. B–but I assure you that she remains untouched! You see, I didn’t get the chance to have my way –”

Vegeta cut him off with a small and very deadly blast to the torso. The two of them remained standing for a few more minutes, but Paragus couldn’t move anymore, for he was dead. It wasn’t long before pieces of ki-crisped blood and organs began to drip out of the gaping hole in Paragus’ middle and onto the floor. A few seconds later, Paragus’ body fell over with a thud. Vegeta closed the distance between them and hovered over the councilor’s remains. “No one touches my bonded.” The words came out before he could stop them, allowing his feelings for her to flow freely as well. My Bulma. Kakarotto was waiting just outside; he could deal with this mess. Vegeta wanted to see Bulma and what had become of her. If Paragus had lied and she was hurt, broken, or touched, Vegeta would never be able to forgive himself. What he would do when he saw her? He didn’t know…

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The room was dark, like the rest of the slumbering palace. Vegeta knew better though. Behind the doors of the palace many were awake and otherwise preoccupied by whatever distractions held their interests; some sex…others, something else. He never paid attention to those things. He didn’t need or want to, since once the doors closed to each chamber, they usually stay closed until the morning, letting no sound in or out. And so Vegeta stepped into the darkened room, but the darkness wasn’t absolute. The large windows were opened, just as they were programmed to do when the sun set, and the stilled windows let in light from the stars above, quietly illuminating the room in a way that made Vegeta felt oddly at ease.

Once he allowed his body to be fully embraced by the room’s stillness, he shut the large doors, making as much noise as he could to alert the woman deeper inside the chamber. Though his body was partly at ease from the odd starlight, his heart was far from it. He felt conflicted. He had promised himself for both their sakes that he would not pursue Bulma, he would try not to be anything to her, and he tried to have her mean nothing to him…but that had been useless. He now acknowledged something he didn’t want to; she was everything to him. His attained strength would have been moot if not for her ability to improve it, to access powers within him through her trinkets that he didn’t think possible. His plans would be dust if not for her backing it with her uncanny knowledge. He would not care for his people as much if not for this bond. If her clear emotions hadn’t filtered through to him, he would have been a different person. It was a fact, Bulma was a part of him he could not shake off or ignore or let go and he would have hated himself for all eternity if he had let her be touched by anyone but him. Another obvious truth was that the safest place for her was with him, away from any who dare try to hurt her. He was foolish to have thought otherwise, but at that time all he wanted was for her to be away from him; and now, what would he find of her?

Now, all that kept him from her was a wall; a single wall that separated the main chamber room from the bedroom. It was just a normal council chamber, large and luxurious, with pillars aligning the walls, allowing each window to nest in between. A very traditional, very old Saiya-jin chamber; but this place held too many meanings now and the darkness only served to enhance the ease of his ever stronger body and the conflict within his heart. What would he do when he saw her naked on the bed, ravaged by Paragus? How would he react if he found her hurt and bleeding? What would he do if she wasn’t there? She had closed herself off to him and the only way he knew she was alive now was the small prickle in his mind whispering gibberish. He had tried so hard lately to close himself from her, the bond seemed weak. Could the bond truly be destroyed? Vegeta knew what he had to do, so he would do it, and decide when he finally saw her. Would they argue? Deepening his scowl, he stepped forward and around the wall, prepared for anything that would be just around the corner.

When Vegeta saw Bulma, he felt the bond grow livelier. All the pain that he had endured when he was a boy, long before he met her in that garden, fell away and transformed into something that could allow him to sense her, especially when he was looking at her. It had become something that gave him pleasure just by being near her, and so the earlier, painful sensations of the bond disappeared when he saw her. Bulma was right in front of him, curled on the bed. He could see that her clothes were in disorder and her body shivered. Vegeta stepped closer wanting to know what had become of her and noticed she had not awakened even with all the sound he had made. As he took another step, he heard and felt something snap and crunch beneath his boot. Looking down, he removed his foot from the object he’d stepped on, and noticed a broken syringe. It became clear to him that Bulma had been drugged and brought here by force.

Before, he had been furious with her, thinking that she had went with this man willingly, even though Vegeta himself had no hold on her, but he wanted her now, more than ever. Narrowing his eyes on Bulma, he came forward and kneeled onto the bed. For a moment he wondered if this was the right choice, remembering his torture at the hands of those two devils. But Vegeta knew better; if she was with him, she could create things to make him stronger, so strong no one would ever be able to hurt him…or her. Leaning closer to her, he slid his strong hand behind her head where her neck met and slowly lifted her up to a sitting position. After a moment of his silently looking at her, he watched as her bleary eyes opened, but they remained unfocused because her mind was still overtaken by the drugs.

“Vegeta…kill me…don’t let Paragus have…Vegeta…” she pleaded in a halting whisper. Her eyes closed again as she tried to lunge forward, closer to him. He didn’t wake her, but instead held her close, finally allowing himself to sit on the bed with her in his arms. Her words only confirmed his suspicions about what really happened, and was again gladdened by Paragus’s death. Vegeta sat there for a moment longer to think about what tomorrow would bring for everyone involved. Would she leave? Would he let her go? What about his rebellion against Freeza?

The final battle was coming soon, when the real struggle against Freeza would begin in earnest. With her by his side, was their victory guaranteed? No, but Chimo was waiting and Bulma’s knowledge and skill would increase their chances and he would become stronger, much stronger…even Legendary! If the bond really meant he would become the Legendary, then he would embrace it, and save his pride and his people from the cold, merciless grip of Freeza’s tyranny.

He eased her back down onto the bed and after a moment’s pause he removed his white gloves and touched her flushed face. A couple moments passed and her eyes opened again, but he could see that they were still groggy. She blinked slowly, then stared at Vegeta for a second or two before slowly putting her arms around him, as he did the same. He leaned down and kissed her freely on the lips, just as she had done after he gave her those berries in the garden. Holder her tighter, but not so much to hurt her, he deepened his kiss, slowly opening her further with his tongue and lips to extend his feel of her sweet mouth. He could feel her warming to the kiss, more passionately this time.

Gently pulling away, Bulma dazedly looked at Vegeta and ran her fingers through his spiky, black hair, then stroked his face lovingly as she moved her hands back down. Vegeta closed his eyes and began kissing her exposed collar bone. Bulma reached for her collar and pulled her clothes down past her shoulder, revealing the skin below the collar. Vegeta then took her hand and pulled the clothes further down, revealing even more skin and part of her chest. But he didn’t pay attention to that, not yet. He was filling himself on just the kisses he was allowed to have, drinking in this powerful feeling he was getting from their bond. It left him feeling almost dizzy with power and need; the raw need of her…of Bulma.

Bulma was not even completely aware of what was happening. To her it was just another one of her many dreams she had ever since she met Vegeta. But it was a good dream, a good dream with a horrible ending. The back of her mind kept reminding her that it was Paragus, but the bond she thought she’d lost for good felt oddly bright, leaving her feeling like she had reached nirvana. And she was not about to let the feeling go easily. She wanted to cherish it forever. And so she acted like she did in her dreams, and in her dreams she was happy…and together with Vegeta.

It wasn’t long before she vaguely saw the figure before her take off his armor and chest spandex, revealing a stocky and badly scarred chest. It made her recall the time in the lake, after she’d received that beating from Chili. He helped dress her wounds then and soothed her soul. He kissed her again, this time on her exposed shoulder, tasting her salty skin. She touched her clothes and decided to remove the rest of them. As she began to undress herself, Vegeta stopped kissing her to look at her. She felt slightly embarrassed, but keep disrobing. She shook the robe off her feet finally and lay on the bed almost completely naked, except for her Chikyuu-jin panties that had been a gift. Vegeta took the rest of his clothing off, leaving nothing on his skin. Leaning closer to her, he looked at her and put his fingers under the cloth of the panty and slowly pulled. The thin fabric ripped off, but Bulma didn’t pay attention. Both of them were looking at each other. She kissed him on the lips once then softly planted one on his cheek before placing another single kiss on his shoulder and another on his chest. She finally leaned back and smiled at Vegeta. He returned her kiss with a hot one of his own on her lips, full of passion and love. He moved his kisses to the collar of her neck then to her chest in between her breasts then made his way down to her stomach.

Vegeta was completely submerged into Bulma. Kissing each part of her was a beginning, but he wanted more; he wanted all of her. So he slid his hands down the side of her thighs and around to the back of her behind. He then slid them back up to cup her breasts, kissing them each, warming them up, sucking them slowly. He felt her hands moving too, feeling him, touching his tail gently as it rested at his side. He brought up his tail to caress her outer thigh a bit then left it there. Vegeta then felt her begin to explore further, touching and enclosing her hands around his erect Saiya-jin manhood. Breathing in as pleasure started to flow through him, he slid his hand between her legs, rubbing her curls and womanhood slowly. As wetness started to flow from her, he explored deeper within her. As soon as he did, he felt her fingers tighten then move in a motion over his member that made him feel more than just ecstatic; it made him feel like he was on another plane. Vegeta then kissed her again on the lips, removing his fingers from within her. He didn’t know how long he’d been kissing kissed her, but when he felt his hips move in closer to hers, he stopped himself. He got up into a kneeling position then he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her forward, closer to him. Vegeta came forward slowly, keeping his body hovering just above her with one hand and holding onto her with the other, keeping a tight hold of her. Letting his instincts guide him, he then slowly allowed for his hardened member to enter her soft opening. At first he met with some resistance, and he heard her cry out softly, but he finally delved himself within her, feeling the pleasurable tightness and wetness of her surround him. Satisfied, he knew for certain that this was hers, and his, first experience. Satisfied that he knew this was hers, and his, first experience, he pulled her to a sitting position, wanting to look directly into her eyes, to know that this was a moment for them both.

As she looked at him with eyes he had only seen once, with spirit he had only felt once, he knew that his future would always include her, because he would fight for it, no matter what. Bulma smiled again wearily and placed her arms around him and he began to act on instinct again, grabbing her waist with both hands then pulling her up and down, allowing her wetness to spread all around his member. She began to move on her on, going up and down, rocking slowly then faster. Bulma then started to move as well, mimicking his rhythm. They both felt hot and heady by the pleasure that was beginning to bubble up within them. When he felt finally overwhelmed by pleasure he grabbed hold of her shoulders and laid her back down on the bed. Vegeta then began to move again, with her legs wrapped around him, slowly in then out, again and again, allowing himself to be intoxicated by the sensations bombarding him. He tried to keep his motions as slow as possible but his body wanted to go faster and faster, seeking its fevered release. Bulma cried out Vegeta’s name as she felt the same powerful pleasure bubbling up from within her, tingles going from her toes to her tip of her head. With a quick, sudden motion, he felt himself spill his seed within her, causing him to relax his urgent rhythm.

Slowing, he came to a stop and looked at her. She was beginning to close her eyes, as the drugs still held what was left of her consciousness. Once Vegeta felt her body go limp, falling deeply back into slumber, he finally withdrew himself from within her and eased her back on the bed. He studied her for a moment and noticed the wound on her leg, which made his scowl reappear. This time he sat up again, but with feet flat on the ground. Looking around, he remembered what brought him here and was slowly disgusted by the knowledge of where they were. Rising up from bed, he dressed quietly then dressed her as well, even remembering to tie what was left of the torn panties back on her. Vegeta lifted Bulma tightly into his arms and left the room, to carry her to his part of the Palace, to the safely of his suite and to his bed. With his bonded in his arms, he walked proudly in the starlit hallways, not caring who saw them this late at night, knowing he was finally free from the chains of his heart.

Once inside his suite, Vegeta laid Bulma down on his bed and removed her clothes, except for those torn panties, and almost all his clothes as well, leaving just his blue spandex pants on. He pulled the bed covers over her, to seal in the warmth and to make her comfortable. He made no move to join her in slumber, but decided to sit next to her for a while, to gaze at her as she slept. When the night began to turn into morning, he finally stood and walked in front of a large window to look out over his kingdom, knowing tomorrow would be a new beginning.

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