Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The past is better forgotten ❯ Flashback Part IV ( Chapter 8 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Missq 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.01.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 594 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.01.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 594 | Status: Completed
~*~*~Chapter 9 Flashback Part IV~*~*~
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The servant bowed before disappearing back down the corridor the way she came.
Vegeta took another second to look her down. Bulma felt slightly uneasy at his gaze, she almost felt as if he was perving on her. Although he did look at her with a glance of slight respect.
The sound of footsteps echoed through the hall, and Bulma could swear she could hear Zarbon's voice. Vegeta quickly rushed her inside.
Vegeta's room didn't look all that different to her own. It was smaller and less elegant, but it did have all the same things. Most soldiers rooms had hardly anything. For someone who was despised by Freeza he sure wasn't that bad off.
The table was already layed with food. He must have gotten servants to bring it all in to him. Most soldiers couldn't cook if their lived depended on it. Bulma took a seat at one end of the table. Vegeta joined her at the other.
Bulma took a second to examine the table. It was made of a dark wood, which was odd. From what she knew most furniture such as table and chairs was usually made of steel and metal. Wood was usually hard to come by. And plus it was heavier then preferred furniture material.
"I'm surprised you actually agree to come," he commented.
Bulma brushed her hair back behind her shoulder. "Yeah well it wasn't as if I had anything better to do."
Vegeta raised one eyebrow. "I though you'd be working for that fag."
Bulma gritted her teeth and picked up her wine glass, it was already full. "I do have work but it can wait," she narrowed her eyes. "Don't you do anything?"
Vegeta leaned back in his chair. "I only do what that bastard says to survive," he said the word bastard with a tone of hate.
Bulma stared. In some way she was impressed by the way he wasn't afraid to say what he thought. But to be honest it was plainly suicidal. Freeza had a habit of torturing all those who said a word against him. "Why do you hate him so much?" It was a question she had been wondering about for a while.
Vegeta gritted his teeth. Memories of all that Freeza had done to him came to mind. Every single one of them angered him. "Because the god damn son of a bitch destroyed my home planet."
Bulma crossed her legs under the table. To be honest she didn't really care about his planet. Freeza and his men had destroyed so many planets that she simply didn't care about just one. "So, you haven't been completely pure."
Vegeta narrowed his eyes. "If I had my way Freeza would be dead in a matter of seconds."
"Fair enough," she replied, she put her glass down and began to eat the food on her plate. She looked up to notice that Vegeta had twice the amount on his. She could remember being told that Saiyans had a very fast metabolism.
They ate in silence before Vegeta yet again decided to speak. "So what's your story? Why are you here?"
Bulma was tempted to tell him to mind his own business, but a part of her wanted to tell him. "I've been here since I was four, Zarbon saved me from having to live on a poor deprived planet."
"Do you remember it?"
Bulma shook her head. "No it was too long ago, I don't want to remember anyway."
Vegeta picked up his wine glass and cupped it in his hand. He smirked. "How do you know he wasn't lying," Vegeta knew that Zarbon wasn't the most truthful person around.
Bulma screwed up her nose in anger. "He wouldn't do that."
He smirked "How do you know?"
Bulma growled. "Shut up, let's hear your life story."
The smirk on Vegeta's face instantly disappeared. The look of hate immediately began to burn in his eyes. "I used to be the prince of a planet called Vegeta-sei."
Bulma's eyes widened. So Vegeta was a prince. She had just assume he was a lower class like Raditz and Brolly. "A prince," she said it with a tone of astonishment.
Vegeta nodded. "Too bad my cowardly father handed over the entire planet to Freeza," he gritted his teeth. "After a few years Freeza destroyed the entire planet and way of life, the fuckin bastard destroyed my home and my pride."
Bulma nodded. She couldn't blame him for hating Freeza, if the same thing happened to her she would be mad. "So that's why you hate him?"
Vegeta's eyes narrowed. "One day I'll send him to the hell in which he belongs."
Bulma turned her attention back to her food. She glanced up for a split second to see Vegeta had already finished his. He was now currently starring at her while she ate.
The corner of her mouth winced in annoyance. "Can you stop that."
"Stop what?" He smirked.
Bulma gritted her teeth. He probably loved getting on peoples nerves, it looked like a hobby for him. "Starring, what do ya think."
He leaned on the table and supported his head with his hands. Never taking his eyes off her.
Bulma growled. "You are so childish."
"And your so up yourself."
Bulma stood up and through her fork down in rage. Ever since she was little she could never stand people insulting her. "I am not up myself!"
Vegeta's smirk widened. "No of corse not," he replied sarcastically.
Bulma screwed her face up. "I don't have to take this," she turned towards the door to see Vegeta standing in front of her, smirking in amusement. She clenched her fists. "You are so annoying!"
Vegeta smiled. "Why thank you."
Bulma gritted her teeth and began to count to ten in order to calm down. He wanted her to be mad, and she wasn't going to give him what he wanted.
Vegeta smirked to annoy her more.
Bulma closed her eyes and inhaled. Maybe it was time to give him what he really wanted. She pointer her finger against his chest. "Why is it that you Saiyans are so cocky," she said it in her seductive voice that she used when ever she talked to men.
Vegeta moved her finger a way from his chest, he was surprised at her sudden mood swing "And why is it that your so full of yourself onna."
Bulma edged herself close and looked into his dark eyes. She stood staring as if they could look into her soul. She could also see lust within those eyes, something she could take advantage of.
She moved herself closer, almost touching. "I heard you Saiyans are also very lecherous."
He narrowed his eyes. "And who told you that."
She brought her face closer to his. "No one, I can tell."
Vegeta couldn't constrain himself any longer. He knew she was trying to mess with his emotions and now she had gone two far.
He pushed her up against the wall and kissed her roughly. Bulma's eyes widened with surprise, she had gone to far. Ok maybe she was expecting another witty comment, or for him to make an attempt to kiss her, but not this rough. Her heart bet execrated, she closed her eyes and deepened the kiss. Hell she'd let him have his way with her. She was a women after all, she deserved some pleasures.
He pined her left hand up against the wall and slowly ran his other hand up her thigh, slowly making his way up towards you know where.
Bulma slowly moved her hand down his back and towards his tail. Stroking it gently when she reached it. She could feel him shudder from the pleasure. 'So Saiyans like that,' she thought to herself. It slowly came to her attention that he was becoming rougher, and beginning to loose himself.
He began kissing down her neck. Bulma opened her eyes slightly. She screamed out in pain as he bit into it. She struggled under his hold but was unable to move. She cursed him for being so god damn strong. She shuddered, suddenly the pain turned into pleasure. He raised his head and looked into her eyes. They flashed with extreme lust. The sort of animal lust you see when men are really desperate.
"What was that for," she said it with outrage. She tried to push him away with her free hand but he was like a block of cement.
He continued moving his hand up her thigh. Bulma looked into his eyes. There was something different about them, they seemed to engulf her, swallow her, leave her paralysed. She stoped trying to push him away, and her hand fell to her side. He pointed to his neck. "Bite me."
"Why?" she asked meekly.
"Just do it."
Bulma didn't argue, it was something about him and his eyes that seemed to command her. She leaned forward and dug her teeth into the skin. She could feel him shudder as the bite began to draw warm blood.
"Drink it," he commanded.
She wanted to argue, she wanted to refuse. But the bite looked so inviting, as if calling to her. She pressed her lips harder to the bite began to suck the blood. It didn't have the same taste as her own blood, it was a lot sweeter, a lot more addictive.
She raised her head and looked back into his eyes. His black animal lust eyes, that seemed to look into her soul. The very second they connected. Vegeta pushed her harder against the wall.
"Ow your hurting me," she moaned.
"Sorry," he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him softly. Softly, yet passionately. His speed increased drastically.
Before she knew it she was being thrown onto the bed with him on top of her. He ripped her dress and underwear off her in a second, as well as his own. It was obvious that he had great experience in doing it. Before she knew it she completely unable to control her actions. As if being lead by a desire she was unable to explain. It was like some sort of virus was flowing into her mind and infecting her with an obsession she couldn't control. Throwing all her logical thoughts and feelings out the window and crushing them completely.
Vegeta pinned her hands above her head and kissed her passionately while he ran his other hand over her warm body. He could feel her shudder under his touch, he could see the passion burning in her blue eyes. He knew very well he shouldn't be doing this, that it was against the rules. But since when has the Saiyan prince Vegeta done anything he was told... Never.
Bulma couldn't believe what was happening. Here she was having sex with Vegeta. Hell, just thinking about it was forbidden. If she were to whisper the name 'Vegeta' in Freeza's presence she would anger the her lord. Use 'sex' and 'Vegeta' in the same sentence and he would blow. Go up to him and say 'I hade sex with Vegeta' she was as good as dead. As long as she lived no one was going to find out about this. And if they did they were going to suffer a very long and painful death at the hands of her.
She wrapped her legs around his waist. For some reason she felt different. It wasn't a feeling she could, or ever explain. Bulma closed her eyes and ran her tongue along Vegeta's teeth. Maybe she's figure it out later, right now she was having way too much fun.
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(I prey no one I know reads this)
Remember I used to be all sweet and innocent, so I'm no expert at writing lemons. And Frankly I feel a little uncomfortable writing them. If your really desperate to see a serious lemon in this story, e-mail it to me and I'll add it.
Bye
From
Missq
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The servant bowed before disappearing back down the corridor the way she came.
Vegeta took another second to look her down. Bulma felt slightly uneasy at his gaze, she almost felt as if he was perving on her. Although he did look at her with a glance of slight respect.
The sound of footsteps echoed through the hall, and Bulma could swear she could hear Zarbon's voice. Vegeta quickly rushed her inside.
Vegeta's room didn't look all that different to her own. It was smaller and less elegant, but it did have all the same things. Most soldiers rooms had hardly anything. For someone who was despised by Freeza he sure wasn't that bad off.
The table was already layed with food. He must have gotten servants to bring it all in to him. Most soldiers couldn't cook if their lived depended on it. Bulma took a seat at one end of the table. Vegeta joined her at the other.
Bulma took a second to examine the table. It was made of a dark wood, which was odd. From what she knew most furniture such as table and chairs was usually made of steel and metal. Wood was usually hard to come by. And plus it was heavier then preferred furniture material.
"I'm surprised you actually agree to come," he commented.
Bulma brushed her hair back behind her shoulder. "Yeah well it wasn't as if I had anything better to do."
Vegeta raised one eyebrow. "I though you'd be working for that fag."
Bulma gritted her teeth and picked up her wine glass, it was already full. "I do have work but it can wait," she narrowed her eyes. "Don't you do anything?"
Vegeta leaned back in his chair. "I only do what that bastard says to survive," he said the word bastard with a tone of hate.
Bulma stared. In some way she was impressed by the way he wasn't afraid to say what he thought. But to be honest it was plainly suicidal. Freeza had a habit of torturing all those who said a word against him. "Why do you hate him so much?" It was a question she had been wondering about for a while.
Vegeta gritted his teeth. Memories of all that Freeza had done to him came to mind. Every single one of them angered him. "Because the god damn son of a bitch destroyed my home planet."
Bulma crossed her legs under the table. To be honest she didn't really care about his planet. Freeza and his men had destroyed so many planets that she simply didn't care about just one. "So, you haven't been completely pure."
Vegeta narrowed his eyes. "If I had my way Freeza would be dead in a matter of seconds."
"Fair enough," she replied, she put her glass down and began to eat the food on her plate. She looked up to notice that Vegeta had twice the amount on his. She could remember being told that Saiyans had a very fast metabolism.
They ate in silence before Vegeta yet again decided to speak. "So what's your story? Why are you here?"
Bulma was tempted to tell him to mind his own business, but a part of her wanted to tell him. "I've been here since I was four, Zarbon saved me from having to live on a poor deprived planet."
"Do you remember it?"
Bulma shook her head. "No it was too long ago, I don't want to remember anyway."
Vegeta picked up his wine glass and cupped it in his hand. He smirked. "How do you know he wasn't lying," Vegeta knew that Zarbon wasn't the most truthful person around.
Bulma screwed up her nose in anger. "He wouldn't do that."
He smirked "How do you know?"
Bulma growled. "Shut up, let's hear your life story."
The smirk on Vegeta's face instantly disappeared. The look of hate immediately began to burn in his eyes. "I used to be the prince of a planet called Vegeta-sei."
Bulma's eyes widened. So Vegeta was a prince. She had just assume he was a lower class like Raditz and Brolly. "A prince," she said it with a tone of astonishment.
Vegeta nodded. "Too bad my cowardly father handed over the entire planet to Freeza," he gritted his teeth. "After a few years Freeza destroyed the entire planet and way of life, the fuckin bastard destroyed my home and my pride."
Bulma nodded. She couldn't blame him for hating Freeza, if the same thing happened to her she would be mad. "So that's why you hate him?"
Vegeta's eyes narrowed. "One day I'll send him to the hell in which he belongs."
Bulma turned her attention back to her food. She glanced up for a split second to see Vegeta had already finished his. He was now currently starring at her while she ate.
The corner of her mouth winced in annoyance. "Can you stop that."
"Stop what?" He smirked.
Bulma gritted her teeth. He probably loved getting on peoples nerves, it looked like a hobby for him. "Starring, what do ya think."
He leaned on the table and supported his head with his hands. Never taking his eyes off her.
Bulma growled. "You are so childish."
"And your so up yourself."
Bulma stood up and through her fork down in rage. Ever since she was little she could never stand people insulting her. "I am not up myself!"
Vegeta's smirk widened. "No of corse not," he replied sarcastically.
Bulma screwed her face up. "I don't have to take this," she turned towards the door to see Vegeta standing in front of her, smirking in amusement. She clenched her fists. "You are so annoying!"
Vegeta smiled. "Why thank you."
Bulma gritted her teeth and began to count to ten in order to calm down. He wanted her to be mad, and she wasn't going to give him what he wanted.
Vegeta smirked to annoy her more.
Bulma closed her eyes and inhaled. Maybe it was time to give him what he really wanted. She pointer her finger against his chest. "Why is it that you Saiyans are so cocky," she said it in her seductive voice that she used when ever she talked to men.
Vegeta moved her finger a way from his chest, he was surprised at her sudden mood swing "And why is it that your so full of yourself onna."
Bulma edged herself close and looked into his dark eyes. She stood staring as if they could look into her soul. She could also see lust within those eyes, something she could take advantage of.
She moved herself closer, almost touching. "I heard you Saiyans are also very lecherous."
He narrowed his eyes. "And who told you that."
She brought her face closer to his. "No one, I can tell."
Vegeta couldn't constrain himself any longer. He knew she was trying to mess with his emotions and now she had gone two far.
He pushed her up against the wall and kissed her roughly. Bulma's eyes widened with surprise, she had gone to far. Ok maybe she was expecting another witty comment, or for him to make an attempt to kiss her, but not this rough. Her heart bet execrated, she closed her eyes and deepened the kiss. Hell she'd let him have his way with her. She was a women after all, she deserved some pleasures.
He pined her left hand up against the wall and slowly ran his other hand up her thigh, slowly making his way up towards you know where.
Bulma slowly moved her hand down his back and towards his tail. Stroking it gently when she reached it. She could feel him shudder from the pleasure. 'So Saiyans like that,' she thought to herself. It slowly came to her attention that he was becoming rougher, and beginning to loose himself.
He began kissing down her neck. Bulma opened her eyes slightly. She screamed out in pain as he bit into it. She struggled under his hold but was unable to move. She cursed him for being so god damn strong. She shuddered, suddenly the pain turned into pleasure. He raised his head and looked into her eyes. They flashed with extreme lust. The sort of animal lust you see when men are really desperate.
"What was that for," she said it with outrage. She tried to push him away with her free hand but he was like a block of cement.
He continued moving his hand up her thigh. Bulma looked into his eyes. There was something different about them, they seemed to engulf her, swallow her, leave her paralysed. She stoped trying to push him away, and her hand fell to her side. He pointed to his neck. "Bite me."
"Why?" she asked meekly.
"Just do it."
Bulma didn't argue, it was something about him and his eyes that seemed to command her. She leaned forward and dug her teeth into the skin. She could feel him shudder as the bite began to draw warm blood.
"Drink it," he commanded.
She wanted to argue, she wanted to refuse. But the bite looked so inviting, as if calling to her. She pressed her lips harder to the bite began to suck the blood. It didn't have the same taste as her own blood, it was a lot sweeter, a lot more addictive.
She raised her head and looked back into his eyes. His black animal lust eyes, that seemed to look into her soul. The very second they connected. Vegeta pushed her harder against the wall.
"Ow your hurting me," she moaned.
"Sorry," he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him softly. Softly, yet passionately. His speed increased drastically.
Before she knew it she was being thrown onto the bed with him on top of her. He ripped her dress and underwear off her in a second, as well as his own. It was obvious that he had great experience in doing it. Before she knew it she completely unable to control her actions. As if being lead by a desire she was unable to explain. It was like some sort of virus was flowing into her mind and infecting her with an obsession she couldn't control. Throwing all her logical thoughts and feelings out the window and crushing them completely.
Vegeta pinned her hands above her head and kissed her passionately while he ran his other hand over her warm body. He could feel her shudder under his touch, he could see the passion burning in her blue eyes. He knew very well he shouldn't be doing this, that it was against the rules. But since when has the Saiyan prince Vegeta done anything he was told... Never.
Bulma couldn't believe what was happening. Here she was having sex with Vegeta. Hell, just thinking about it was forbidden. If she were to whisper the name 'Vegeta' in Freeza's presence she would anger the her lord. Use 'sex' and 'Vegeta' in the same sentence and he would blow. Go up to him and say 'I hade sex with Vegeta' she was as good as dead. As long as she lived no one was going to find out about this. And if they did they were going to suffer a very long and painful death at the hands of her.
She wrapped her legs around his waist. For some reason she felt different. It wasn't a feeling she could, or ever explain. Bulma closed her eyes and ran her tongue along Vegeta's teeth. Maybe she's figure it out later, right now she was having way too much fun.
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(I prey no one I know reads this)
Remember I used to be all sweet and innocent, so I'm no expert at writing lemons. And Frankly I feel a little uncomfortable writing them. If your really desperate to see a serious lemon in this story, e-mail it to me and I'll add it.
Bye
From
Missq