Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Mistress ❯ Chapter Six ( Chapter 6 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: HeartlessChild 
WARNING: Mild lemon/lime in this chapter.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.07.2004 | Pages: 5 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Completed
WARNING: Mild lemon/lime in this chapter.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.07.2004 | Pages: 5 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Completed
WARNING: Rated R for language and sexual content (mild lemon/lime).
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Chapter Six.
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Vegeta flew silently through the open window of his private chambers, brushing past the gauze ivory curtains and landing without a sound upon the tanned stone floor. He stalked forwards, removing the pair of white gloves that fit against his hands like second skin.
"How is your whore?"
He turned to the bitter voice, glancing at his mate and Queen with expressed irony, "Fine," he muttered dryly, "Leave, Cerna."
He scowled inwardly, disliking her presence in his private quarters. The only other person to lay their eyes on the interior was... Her. It made his skin crawl to think that the manipulating woman before him had dared to defile his person space. If he could do anything about it, he would have killed her. But the child, his child, growing inside her stomach prevented him from lashing out as he normally would have done. He was growing too soft. He knew this, so did this woman, and she was taking full advantage.
"You intrigue me, my King," she continued, "I never knew that a commoner, an alien in fact, could hold your interest for this long. I wonder what the Elders and council members would say if--"
With the speed of light he had whirled around and caught her by the throat, using his strength to overpower her and send the startled woman hurtling against the stone wall. A heavy thud resounded around the room as she collided with the wall, flesh and bone colliding with concrete, sending angry rivers of gaping cracks from her fallen body towards the ceiling.
"Look at what you made me do," he bit out in disappointment, "That is what you deserve after insulting your King. Always remember who you are dealing with, woman. Now... Get out." Child or no child, he would not allow her to speak to him in that manner! Perhaps he was getting softer by not killing her, but he certainly wasn't stupid.
Vegeta turned away and began to strip himself bare of the ceremonial royal garb he was forced to wear, barely casting the bruised body a concerned glance. He had a certain prior engagement more enticing than the wench laying in the corner of his chambers and he would not miss it for the entire planet.
The shell-shocked Queen groaned in pain, coughing as she sat up clutching her stomach fearfully, looking at her mate with hidden rage. Particles of dust, debris and stone cascaded down her body as she shook herself clean whilst gently massaging her stomach.
She knew that the child growing inside was not harmed, after all he was the son of a powerful King and she too had not been hurt--much... But her pride had been injured. And that was completely unbearable to her.
Without waiting for more reprehension from the angered King, she scuttled away across the floor, her mind already filled with torrents of vengeance and the singing choruses of blood and torture that ensued these thoughts.
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A gentle thud roused her from her troubled sleep. She forced her eyes open and sat up, gaping at the scene before her.
A hooded and cloaked man lay on the floor at the foot of her bed; crimson blood gushed out from the slit in his throat glistening in the pale moonlight like an endless river of death as it spilled out onto the stone floor and pooled beneath him. His amber eyes stared out at her from the darkness in a silent plea for mercy--but she had none to give.
Bulma's jaw trembled as her eyes fell upon the frail figure standing over the dead body, "Nena?" She whispered fearfully, jumping out of the bed as she looked for any possible escape route. Her mind was confused. How could the only woman she trusted on this planet commit such a crime? And who was the man? Any possible explanation she could fathom made no sense to her as Nena gasped and looked at her wide round snow-white eyes that grew cloudy with mixed and guilt and frustration.
The dagger in the woman's hand gleamed against the beams of the moonlight, dripping innocently with the man's life essence as though it had no part in the destruction of a living creature. Bulma rubbed her chest, feeling a wave of nausea threaten to override her body.
Nena stumbled forward towards her, "Mistress!" She cried urgently.
Bulma backed away from the approaching woman, surprised to find a flicker of pain in their white depths as she did so, "What happened?" She demanded, "Who are you? What do you want?"
The young alien's shoulders shook as she tried to explain, "I did not mean to kill him Mistress, I swear it. But--but I think he was an assassin! I couldn't sleep and I was wandering the halls of the villa when I saw him walking towards your room. I thought it was the Master at first but his shadow did not match! He didn't notice me and so I followed him into you room and saw this in his hand," she waved the bloody dagger. She paused before speaking again, "On my home planet, the women are trained in self-defense and I couldn't let him harm you..." Nena trailed off, offering her Mistress a shamed glance before turning away. "I understand if you tell Master, it was wrong of me to kill him."
Bulma sighed in relief and let out a deep breath, "I won't tell him what happened because," she looked at the motionless body, "You save my life but--who would want me dead?" She whispered in fear.
Nena shook her head, "I do not know Mistress, but you must be careful from now on. Will you tell Master about the assassin's attempt?
The blue-haired woman pondered the question for a moment before replying, "No," she reached out and took the dagger from Nena's hand, wiping away the blood with the dead man's cloak, "We have to get rid of the body, but I want you to keep that knife in the kitchens," she felt a morbid fascination in keeping the dead man's possession. Killed by his own weapon...
Nena nodded in ascent, "Should we see who he is?"
Bulma pursed her lips, debating her options. With a resigned look she knelt down beside dead assassin and forced herself to pull away the hood that covered his face. His skin was scaly, a pale yellow and his amber eyes bore into her own with lifeless intent as his green blood-coated locks framed his face in innocence. She squinted in the dark, noting that she didn't recognize him, nor which race he came from.
"He's a Serpenian," Nena murmured thoughtfully, as if she saw Bulma's uncertainty.
She looked at the woman in confusion, "Serpenian? But I had heard that their race were on the brink of extinction. I've never seen one though I know of them, but why is he on this planet?"
"The remaining species of the Serpenian race were sold on the black market slave trade to Vejiita-sei for a princely sum, they make excellent assassins if trained well from birth," Nena's voice held a hint of irony as she looked at the dead man, "Vejiita-sei has no use for assassins but they keep them on hand for diplomatic occasions when they don't want to rouse any suspicion with other galactic officials. Serpenian assassins are much too subtle to use daggers, which means on this attempt... Someone wanted others to know that your death was in cold blood--that you were murdered."
She looked at the white-eyed woman in apprehension, "How do you know all of this?" She asked suspiciously.
Nena bowed her head, "A servant must always keep their eyes and ears open Mistress, it's our only form of survival." Bulma accepted the response, growing silent and contemplative as her eyes were drawn to the dead body. She couldn't look away from the lifeless face...
Nena's eyes seemed to focus upon the tattooed crest upon his forehead, "He's from the Royal Guard," she announced suddenly, pointing at the tattoo and startling the pregnant woman from her state of thought.
Bulma frowned and blinked, "The Royal Guard..? But that means--Vegeta?" It was difficult to believe that he wanted her dead.
Her eyes rounded as the wheels of her mind began to turn... Had he found out that she was pregnant?! Was that why he wanted her dead? But she had always thought he would kill her himself, not send an assassin in such a cowardly fashion. The King had honor and...
Nena could see the woman's train of thought, "I don't think it was Master," she hesitated but continued to speak, "It could have been someone else who found out about you and the King's affairs..."
"Yes," Bulma agreed readily, "I think you're right," she motioned to the body as she stood up, "Get rid of him and clean up the room Nena--" She turned towards the open doors that led out to her private veranda; the sun was about to rise and a new day was on the horizon... "--I'm going for a bath." She said quickly, walking stiffly to the en suite bathing room with a grim look set upon her features. It was time to leave Vejiita-sei forever. And today would be that day.
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He touched down upon his woman's private veranda. The sun was still quite low on the horizon, indicating that it was still early in the morning. He smirked, mirthlessly enthralled. He would catch her before she rose for the day. He didn't know why he held such a strange fascination for watching her in the early hours of the morning, sleeping peacefully as if she had no care in the world.
It would be his favorite time of the day; waking her up just as he was about to take her. The surprise and joy on her face surged through his own veins when he did that... If only he could visit her more often in the morning--but his duties always kept him from that one pleasure. No matter, he thought, he was here now and he would make the most of it.
He drew down the handles of the glass doors and found that they would not open. His forehead wrinkled in thought; she never locked this door because she knew that he would sometimes come in the dead of night and take her unawares, so why had she done so now? A heavy foreboding feeling set in his stomach, tasting bitter in his mouth.
With no hesitation, he kicked open the doors, rattling them off their shingles in doing so. He stalked into the room, eyes scanning the large area with hawk-like precision. Nothing was out of place.
The door to the bathroom was suddenly pulled upon and he exhaled loudly as the vision of his Khron stepped out, wrapped delicately in a fluffy ivory towel. He grinned ferally at the image of her voluptuous breasts hiding beneath the towel. Clouds of steam rolled out around her feet from behind, swirling around her shapely legs in an enticing gesture which he found all too alluring.
He needed a good fuck.
Baring his teeth, he walked towards her in a predatory manner, disregarding the look of shock upon her face at seeing him standing in the room. He stepped in front of her barely covered, delicious body and pulled her slowly towards him.
The image of her tousled, wet blue locks, sparkling ocean eyes and glistening warm skin made her appear to be a godly creation in his mind's eyes; an angel sent to the depths of hell... An angel that was his to use and do with as he pleased.
He placed his calloused palm over her cheek, watching intently as her eyelids drooped down and her full cherry lips parted. Unconsciously, he grazed his thumb across her lower lip causing it to swell as her breath hitched in her throat. He felt his groin tighten at the sound.
"Why did you lock the doors woman?" Vegeta's voice rumbled out quietly into the silent room, sending a dangerous shiver through her body.
"I didn't notice that I had," she replied hoarsely. Her tongue darted out to lick her lower lip, gently catching his thumb as he continued to rub. He had to smirk at the wonderful spell his thumb was weaving; he knew that she wouldn't be able to resist him.
"Do you know the price for such a deed?" He remarked suggestively, hooking his free finger into the ridge of the towel resting above her chest.
She shook her head slowly as her eyes remained lowered in submission, "No, but I'm beginning to think that I'll find out."
Vegeta didn't need to reply. He simply chuckled and used his body to push her back into the bathroom. She opened her mouth to speak but before she could, he slowly pressed his mouth against hers.
With a sensuality he had never displayed before, he began to work her mouth like the strings of an harmonically inclined instrument, forcing her body to sing in response. She was hot and wet as he dragged his willing tongue over the roof of her mouth, dancing across the ridges and bumps whilst making her moan in surprised pleasure.
This was what he came for.
As though he were under an ancient mythical spell cast by his ancestors, he grasped her warm pliant body and rose off the ground, taking her with him. They spun lazily in mid-air, grappling each other's tongues in a silent, deadly war. As slowly as he could, he lowered their bodies to the glistening, moist floor and began to untie the bothersome towel covering her body. He grinned cruelly as her entire body flushed under his gaze, giving him the most sadistic pleasure he had felt in a long while.
He was going to enjoy this morning thoroughly.
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Bulma threw her head back and moaned in relief and satisfied pleasure. She bit into the taut, tanned skin of his shoulder as he moved slowly within her, drawing blood. The metallic taste coated her tongue as she lapped at the wound, feeling remarkably powerful for making the implacable man above her bleed... It felt so good that she was disappointed when he finished, pulling out from her and finally allowing him to settle them in the pool of luke warm water.
Facing him, she straddled his hips--knowing that what she was doing was wrong, so terribly, powerfully, incredibly wrong. The sex in the moment before had been slow and intense, like nothing they had encountered before and her orgasm..! She found herself moaning even at the thought of it. It had been a completely new experience for the both of them and she knew that he was satisfied from the brief look of content upon his face. He never showed any form of emotion upon his face until that fleeting moment after he came.
Bulma wanted to see it again.
She began to crave the emotion she could evoke from him. So she had moved straddled him, leaning forward to nip his earlobe whilst using her tongue to create a glistening line down the column of his corded, muscular neck.
Gods she wanted it! Wanted it all... But she knew that after this moment had passed, it would disappear from her grasp forever. She just want to feel his rock hard presence filling her for one final time. And so, she braced her hips, letting his body control her as his length roughly invaded her from below.
It would be their last; and she would treasure it.
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When she awoke again, he was gone. Her head turned to the large windows leading out to the veranda and saw that it was mid-afternoon. The door to her room opened slowly and she heard the soft tread of feet walking slowly towards the bed.
Was that Nena?
She sat up slowly, her features clenching at the stiffness and throbbing aches she felt in her limbs. Her eyes widened as he sat down on the bed next to her. She gulped, "I thought--I thought you had gone?" Her eyes darted around the room; she was supposed to leave today! Leave the entire planet... But how could she do that with him sitting beside her?!
"I'm taking the day off," Vegeta replied coolly.
She gave him an incredulous look, "Are you sure about that?"
"No," he snorted, "But you know that court intrigue has never held my fascination."
"I think that you're more of a warrior than a diplomat," she quipped.
"That's why I'm sending someone else to deal with the politics off-planet,"
Her interest was piqued, "Oh? Is there any trouble?"
"Nothing that should concern you," he sent her a sly glance from the corner of his eye, "You're awfully talkative today."
Bulma licked her dry lips, unsure as to how she would reply. They had never had a proper conversation before... It usually ended with them having sex. This felt--different. But it also felt, nice, for lack of a better word. She didn't know how to react and so did the only thing plausible at that moment.
She was already pregnant and she would be leaving soon too; perhaps she hadn't thought this through? She would need time to plan, to get a space ship. But one thing was for certain... She couldn't wait more than a few months, because she knew that her stomach would start to show, and if she didn't leave sooner or later... He'd kill her and her baby.
"I think it's a post-orgasmic effect," she exclaimed, thinking on her feet and slowly crawling towards him in a dangerous manner. He grunted in surprise as she straddled his lap, "Since you have the day off, will you be spending it with me? In this room?" She blew softly into his sensitive ear, earning a low rumble from his throat as she took his hand and placed it on her crotch, whispering, "In me?"
She could faintly hear him hiss as he threw her onto the bed; the rest of his actions were all just a blur of pleasurable bliss in her mind.
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The night was an inky black when three shadows emerged from the silent villa. They ran wordlessly together, keeping low so as not to alert other servants to their presence.
For one of the shadows, a new life lay in the reaches of space; their destination, an unknown planet. Happiness lay in her future, happiness and peace... That was all she wanted for her and her unborn child, a child she would cherish with all her heart.
And so, she ran with her two shadowed companions, without a backward glance to the luxurious prison she had been locked in.
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AN: I had hoped this chapter would have been longer, but I suppose it's long enough. I'm still waiting for the baby, I feel quite impatient at the moment. A lot of people have been asking the gender and I'm sorry I didn't let you know sooner but I'm having a wonderful baby boy! I'm so very excited and thank you all so much for your support and congratulations, they make me feel incredibly loved! If motherhood does not affect me too much, I will try to update as soon as I can. Thank you.
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Chapter Six.
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Vegeta flew silently through the open window of his private chambers, brushing past the gauze ivory curtains and landing without a sound upon the tanned stone floor. He stalked forwards, removing the pair of white gloves that fit against his hands like second skin.
"How is your whore?"
He turned to the bitter voice, glancing at his mate and Queen with expressed irony, "Fine," he muttered dryly, "Leave, Cerna."
He scowled inwardly, disliking her presence in his private quarters. The only other person to lay their eyes on the interior was... Her. It made his skin crawl to think that the manipulating woman before him had dared to defile his person space. If he could do anything about it, he would have killed her. But the child, his child, growing inside her stomach prevented him from lashing out as he normally would have done. He was growing too soft. He knew this, so did this woman, and she was taking full advantage.
"You intrigue me, my King," she continued, "I never knew that a commoner, an alien in fact, could hold your interest for this long. I wonder what the Elders and council members would say if--"
With the speed of light he had whirled around and caught her by the throat, using his strength to overpower her and send the startled woman hurtling against the stone wall. A heavy thud resounded around the room as she collided with the wall, flesh and bone colliding with concrete, sending angry rivers of gaping cracks from her fallen body towards the ceiling.
"Look at what you made me do," he bit out in disappointment, "That is what you deserve after insulting your King. Always remember who you are dealing with, woman. Now... Get out." Child or no child, he would not allow her to speak to him in that manner! Perhaps he was getting softer by not killing her, but he certainly wasn't stupid.
Vegeta turned away and began to strip himself bare of the ceremonial royal garb he was forced to wear, barely casting the bruised body a concerned glance. He had a certain prior engagement more enticing than the wench laying in the corner of his chambers and he would not miss it for the entire planet.
The shell-shocked Queen groaned in pain, coughing as she sat up clutching her stomach fearfully, looking at her mate with hidden rage. Particles of dust, debris and stone cascaded down her body as she shook herself clean whilst gently massaging her stomach.
She knew that the child growing inside was not harmed, after all he was the son of a powerful King and she too had not been hurt--much... But her pride had been injured. And that was completely unbearable to her.
Without waiting for more reprehension from the angered King, she scuttled away across the floor, her mind already filled with torrents of vengeance and the singing choruses of blood and torture that ensued these thoughts.
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A gentle thud roused her from her troubled sleep. She forced her eyes open and sat up, gaping at the scene before her.
A hooded and cloaked man lay on the floor at the foot of her bed; crimson blood gushed out from the slit in his throat glistening in the pale moonlight like an endless river of death as it spilled out onto the stone floor and pooled beneath him. His amber eyes stared out at her from the darkness in a silent plea for mercy--but she had none to give.
Bulma's jaw trembled as her eyes fell upon the frail figure standing over the dead body, "Nena?" She whispered fearfully, jumping out of the bed as she looked for any possible escape route. Her mind was confused. How could the only woman she trusted on this planet commit such a crime? And who was the man? Any possible explanation she could fathom made no sense to her as Nena gasped and looked at her wide round snow-white eyes that grew cloudy with mixed and guilt and frustration.
The dagger in the woman's hand gleamed against the beams of the moonlight, dripping innocently with the man's life essence as though it had no part in the destruction of a living creature. Bulma rubbed her chest, feeling a wave of nausea threaten to override her body.
Nena stumbled forward towards her, "Mistress!" She cried urgently.
Bulma backed away from the approaching woman, surprised to find a flicker of pain in their white depths as she did so, "What happened?" She demanded, "Who are you? What do you want?"
The young alien's shoulders shook as she tried to explain, "I did not mean to kill him Mistress, I swear it. But--but I think he was an assassin! I couldn't sleep and I was wandering the halls of the villa when I saw him walking towards your room. I thought it was the Master at first but his shadow did not match! He didn't notice me and so I followed him into you room and saw this in his hand," she waved the bloody dagger. She paused before speaking again, "On my home planet, the women are trained in self-defense and I couldn't let him harm you..." Nena trailed off, offering her Mistress a shamed glance before turning away. "I understand if you tell Master, it was wrong of me to kill him."
Bulma sighed in relief and let out a deep breath, "I won't tell him what happened because," she looked at the motionless body, "You save my life but--who would want me dead?" She whispered in fear.
Nena shook her head, "I do not know Mistress, but you must be careful from now on. Will you tell Master about the assassin's attempt?
The blue-haired woman pondered the question for a moment before replying, "No," she reached out and took the dagger from Nena's hand, wiping away the blood with the dead man's cloak, "We have to get rid of the body, but I want you to keep that knife in the kitchens," she felt a morbid fascination in keeping the dead man's possession. Killed by his own weapon...
Nena nodded in ascent, "Should we see who he is?"
Bulma pursed her lips, debating her options. With a resigned look she knelt down beside dead assassin and forced herself to pull away the hood that covered his face. His skin was scaly, a pale yellow and his amber eyes bore into her own with lifeless intent as his green blood-coated locks framed his face in innocence. She squinted in the dark, noting that she didn't recognize him, nor which race he came from.
"He's a Serpenian," Nena murmured thoughtfully, as if she saw Bulma's uncertainty.
She looked at the woman in confusion, "Serpenian? But I had heard that their race were on the brink of extinction. I've never seen one though I know of them, but why is he on this planet?"
"The remaining species of the Serpenian race were sold on the black market slave trade to Vejiita-sei for a princely sum, they make excellent assassins if trained well from birth," Nena's voice held a hint of irony as she looked at the dead man, "Vejiita-sei has no use for assassins but they keep them on hand for diplomatic occasions when they don't want to rouse any suspicion with other galactic officials. Serpenian assassins are much too subtle to use daggers, which means on this attempt... Someone wanted others to know that your death was in cold blood--that you were murdered."
She looked at the white-eyed woman in apprehension, "How do you know all of this?" She asked suspiciously.
Nena bowed her head, "A servant must always keep their eyes and ears open Mistress, it's our only form of survival." Bulma accepted the response, growing silent and contemplative as her eyes were drawn to the dead body. She couldn't look away from the lifeless face...
Nena's eyes seemed to focus upon the tattooed crest upon his forehead, "He's from the Royal Guard," she announced suddenly, pointing at the tattoo and startling the pregnant woman from her state of thought.
Bulma frowned and blinked, "The Royal Guard..? But that means--Vegeta?" It was difficult to believe that he wanted her dead.
Her eyes rounded as the wheels of her mind began to turn... Had he found out that she was pregnant?! Was that why he wanted her dead? But she had always thought he would kill her himself, not send an assassin in such a cowardly fashion. The King had honor and...
Nena could see the woman's train of thought, "I don't think it was Master," she hesitated but continued to speak, "It could have been someone else who found out about you and the King's affairs..."
"Yes," Bulma agreed readily, "I think you're right," she motioned to the body as she stood up, "Get rid of him and clean up the room Nena--" She turned towards the open doors that led out to her private veranda; the sun was about to rise and a new day was on the horizon... "--I'm going for a bath." She said quickly, walking stiffly to the en suite bathing room with a grim look set upon her features. It was time to leave Vejiita-sei forever. And today would be that day.
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He touched down upon his woman's private veranda. The sun was still quite low on the horizon, indicating that it was still early in the morning. He smirked, mirthlessly enthralled. He would catch her before she rose for the day. He didn't know why he held such a strange fascination for watching her in the early hours of the morning, sleeping peacefully as if she had no care in the world.
It would be his favorite time of the day; waking her up just as he was about to take her. The surprise and joy on her face surged through his own veins when he did that... If only he could visit her more often in the morning--but his duties always kept him from that one pleasure. No matter, he thought, he was here now and he would make the most of it.
He drew down the handles of the glass doors and found that they would not open. His forehead wrinkled in thought; she never locked this door because she knew that he would sometimes come in the dead of night and take her unawares, so why had she done so now? A heavy foreboding feeling set in his stomach, tasting bitter in his mouth.
With no hesitation, he kicked open the doors, rattling them off their shingles in doing so. He stalked into the room, eyes scanning the large area with hawk-like precision. Nothing was out of place.
The door to the bathroom was suddenly pulled upon and he exhaled loudly as the vision of his Khron stepped out, wrapped delicately in a fluffy ivory towel. He grinned ferally at the image of her voluptuous breasts hiding beneath the towel. Clouds of steam rolled out around her feet from behind, swirling around her shapely legs in an enticing gesture which he found all too alluring.
He needed a good fuck.
Baring his teeth, he walked towards her in a predatory manner, disregarding the look of shock upon her face at seeing him standing in the room. He stepped in front of her barely covered, delicious body and pulled her slowly towards him.
The image of her tousled, wet blue locks, sparkling ocean eyes and glistening warm skin made her appear to be a godly creation in his mind's eyes; an angel sent to the depths of hell... An angel that was his to use and do with as he pleased.
He placed his calloused palm over her cheek, watching intently as her eyelids drooped down and her full cherry lips parted. Unconsciously, he grazed his thumb across her lower lip causing it to swell as her breath hitched in her throat. He felt his groin tighten at the sound.
"Why did you lock the doors woman?" Vegeta's voice rumbled out quietly into the silent room, sending a dangerous shiver through her body.
"I didn't notice that I had," she replied hoarsely. Her tongue darted out to lick her lower lip, gently catching his thumb as he continued to rub. He had to smirk at the wonderful spell his thumb was weaving; he knew that she wouldn't be able to resist him.
"Do you know the price for such a deed?" He remarked suggestively, hooking his free finger into the ridge of the towel resting above her chest.
She shook her head slowly as her eyes remained lowered in submission, "No, but I'm beginning to think that I'll find out."
Vegeta didn't need to reply. He simply chuckled and used his body to push her back into the bathroom. She opened her mouth to speak but before she could, he slowly pressed his mouth against hers.
With a sensuality he had never displayed before, he began to work her mouth like the strings of an harmonically inclined instrument, forcing her body to sing in response. She was hot and wet as he dragged his willing tongue over the roof of her mouth, dancing across the ridges and bumps whilst making her moan in surprised pleasure.
This was what he came for.
As though he were under an ancient mythical spell cast by his ancestors, he grasped her warm pliant body and rose off the ground, taking her with him. They spun lazily in mid-air, grappling each other's tongues in a silent, deadly war. As slowly as he could, he lowered their bodies to the glistening, moist floor and began to untie the bothersome towel covering her body. He grinned cruelly as her entire body flushed under his gaze, giving him the most sadistic pleasure he had felt in a long while.
He was going to enjoy this morning thoroughly.
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Bulma threw her head back and moaned in relief and satisfied pleasure. She bit into the taut, tanned skin of his shoulder as he moved slowly within her, drawing blood. The metallic taste coated her tongue as she lapped at the wound, feeling remarkably powerful for making the implacable man above her bleed... It felt so good that she was disappointed when he finished, pulling out from her and finally allowing him to settle them in the pool of luke warm water.
Facing him, she straddled his hips--knowing that what she was doing was wrong, so terribly, powerfully, incredibly wrong. The sex in the moment before had been slow and intense, like nothing they had encountered before and her orgasm..! She found herself moaning even at the thought of it. It had been a completely new experience for the both of them and she knew that he was satisfied from the brief look of content upon his face. He never showed any form of emotion upon his face until that fleeting moment after he came.
Bulma wanted to see it again.
She began to crave the emotion she could evoke from him. So she had moved straddled him, leaning forward to nip his earlobe whilst using her tongue to create a glistening line down the column of his corded, muscular neck.
Gods she wanted it! Wanted it all... But she knew that after this moment had passed, it would disappear from her grasp forever. She just want to feel his rock hard presence filling her for one final time. And so, she braced her hips, letting his body control her as his length roughly invaded her from below.
It would be their last; and she would treasure it.
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When she awoke again, he was gone. Her head turned to the large windows leading out to the veranda and saw that it was mid-afternoon. The door to her room opened slowly and she heard the soft tread of feet walking slowly towards the bed.
Was that Nena?
She sat up slowly, her features clenching at the stiffness and throbbing aches she felt in her limbs. Her eyes widened as he sat down on the bed next to her. She gulped, "I thought--I thought you had gone?" Her eyes darted around the room; she was supposed to leave today! Leave the entire planet... But how could she do that with him sitting beside her?!
"I'm taking the day off," Vegeta replied coolly.
She gave him an incredulous look, "Are you sure about that?"
"No," he snorted, "But you know that court intrigue has never held my fascination."
"I think that you're more of a warrior than a diplomat," she quipped.
"That's why I'm sending someone else to deal with the politics off-planet,"
Her interest was piqued, "Oh? Is there any trouble?"
"Nothing that should concern you," he sent her a sly glance from the corner of his eye, "You're awfully talkative today."
Bulma licked her dry lips, unsure as to how she would reply. They had never had a proper conversation before... It usually ended with them having sex. This felt--different. But it also felt, nice, for lack of a better word. She didn't know how to react and so did the only thing plausible at that moment.
She was already pregnant and she would be leaving soon too; perhaps she hadn't thought this through? She would need time to plan, to get a space ship. But one thing was for certain... She couldn't wait more than a few months, because she knew that her stomach would start to show, and if she didn't leave sooner or later... He'd kill her and her baby.
"I think it's a post-orgasmic effect," she exclaimed, thinking on her feet and slowly crawling towards him in a dangerous manner. He grunted in surprise as she straddled his lap, "Since you have the day off, will you be spending it with me? In this room?" She blew softly into his sensitive ear, earning a low rumble from his throat as she took his hand and placed it on her crotch, whispering, "In me?"
She could faintly hear him hiss as he threw her onto the bed; the rest of his actions were all just a blur of pleasurable bliss in her mind.
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The night was an inky black when three shadows emerged from the silent villa. They ran wordlessly together, keeping low so as not to alert other servants to their presence.
For one of the shadows, a new life lay in the reaches of space; their destination, an unknown planet. Happiness lay in her future, happiness and peace... That was all she wanted for her and her unborn child, a child she would cherish with all her heart.
And so, she ran with her two shadowed companions, without a backward glance to the luxurious prison she had been locked in.
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AN: I had hoped this chapter would have been longer, but I suppose it's long enough. I'm still waiting for the baby, I feel quite impatient at the moment. A lot of people have been asking the gender and I'm sorry I didn't let you know sooner but I'm having a wonderful baby boy! I'm so very excited and thank you all so much for your support and congratulations, they make me feel incredibly loved! If motherhood does not affect me too much, I will try to update as soon as I can. Thank you.