Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The past is better forgotten ❯ Together ( Chapter 17 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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Sorry It's taken so long to update but I got writers block. So it's taken me ages just to write this. I have this annoying little habit of writing so much then getting stuck.

If you weren't paying any attention to the previous chapter because you have better things to do other than read, then here's what's happened so far:

Bulma remembered everything and we had a very long flashback that lasted 11 chapters. She is now back on Ice-sei with Vegeta. And I'm suffering from writers block/distraction. (aaaahhhhhhhhh!!! I can't write)

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He was so young and innocent. As if during his entire life he had never faced the horrors that would soon come before him. There were no scars, there were no physical signs of pain. Only innocence.

Vegeta had been able to do nothing but stare at his son for the past hour. To be honest the shock had only just set in. Even though he always hoped that Bulma would return he had never once expected this.

A son……sure in the back of his mind he always hoped to have one but there was always the possibility that he would have been killed before that became possible.

When he was younger he had always been positive that he would one day have Freeza's blood on his hands. That confidence stayed with him as he grew up and bonded to Bulma. But it died when she left. When he found her gone he didn't care wether he lived or died. If he was killed then his pain would be gone forever. The only reason he didn't end it himself was the fact there was always the hope she was still living. Even if that one ray of hope grew smaller and smaller over the years it still existed.

And now that Bulma was back that lust for Freeza's blood had returned. He now had to protect what he had, Bulma and his son. He couldn't live with himself if he allowed anything to happen to either of them.

He snapped out of thought as the sound of a key turning in the lock reached his ears. He had failed to hear the guard walk down the hall.

The door opened. Even in the darkness Vegeta could see an expression on the guards face saying that the man would raver let him rot there. He was extremely tempted to blast the man into the next dimension if he didn't want to see Bulma so badly.

Vegeta picked up his eight year old son and carried him out the door. He made a mental note that if he ever came into contact with the same guard again he'd be sure the man suffered a long and painful death.

As he went through the palace he didn't pay the slightest bit of attention to his soundings or the people he passed. There was only one thing he had on his mind. Making sure Bulma was ok.

Before long he was there. He always looked forward to the day when he could destroy the hell hole called Ice-sei along with the door that stood before him. Maybe the only way to forget the things he had suffered was to destroy the place where they had taken place. Maybe then he would be able to move on.

Due to the fact he was carrying his son he had to push the door open with his shoulder and close it behind him using his foot.

Bulma was sleeping peaceful on the bed like he expected. He was right to assumed that Freeza would have given her old room away to someone else by now. He walked in and examined her.

She was as beautiful as she slept as she was when she was awake. A few strands of her soft aqua hair had fallen down over her eyes while she slept. Her face was still wet as if she had spent a long time crying.

He sighed. Never did he think he'd see the day that Bulma Briefs cried herself to sleep. It only proved that she had changed drastically over the years. Maybe not remembering for so long had done her good. But still, he had to admit he missed her fiery personality.

He lay his son next to his mother and reached down under the bed to pull out a mattress. Originally the room was built for three or four people. But due to the fact no one in their right mind would want to share with him he had it all to himself.

He dragged it over to the far wall and placed his son on top of it. If he was right it would be a few days before the kid finally regained consciousness. He would have had to have had a hell of a beating from Freeza.

He walked back to the bed and lay down next to his mate. Reaching forward he brushed away the few loose strands that had fallen over her delicate face.

Vegeta preyed that what lay before him wasn't a dream. He had experienced previous nightmares of her being there then suddenly disappearing into thin air. It was proof that over the years he was slowly going more and more insane. It wouldn't have taken much to break him.

He placed his muscular arm around her delicate figure. And for the first time in years, he could finally sleep peacefully.

Bulma slowly opened her eyes to what she hoped was merely a dream. She had lain there for ten minutes with her eyes shut, preying that she was back on earth with a blank memory. She had wished so hard that there was no Freeza, and that Ice-sei was just a figment of her imagination. But sadly as she focused on the scene that lay in front of her, only a fool could call it fake.

To her great relief her son lay sleeping on a mattress at the far side of the room. It untied the giant knot in her stomach to know that Trunks was alive and breathing.

The child's father had his arm wrapped around her, pulling her close to his body. As she rolled over to see him face to face it was obvious that he was in deep sleep.

Bulma smirked, if she knew Vegeta she was positive that the saiyan would wake at the sound of a pin drop. It was a rave achievement to wake up before him for once.

She leaned forward and placed a soft kiss a pone his lips. "Vegeta," she whispered seductively in his ear.

His eyes opened slowly at the sound of his own name. Once he had fully focused on her he griped her tightly.

"Morning," she whispered.

He smirked. "And how can you tell morning and night on ice-sei?" He ran his hand slowly up her back and made circles with his fingers.

She smiled. "You can't," she leaned forward till their lips met. It was soft at first. Then Vegeta let his tongue slide inside her mouth, running it's way along her teeth.

His hand moved from her back and into her top. Bulma pulled back in shock, she knew what he wanted.

She turned to where her son was sleeping in the corner. "What if he wakes up?"

Vegeta moved his hand up her body and unclipped her bra from the back. "Relax he'll be out for days," He turned her head toward him and ran his hand along her frail jaw line. " I've waited too long for this."

Bulma didn't make another slight attempt at protesting. Deep down she too had to admit she missed the pleasures he had given her all those long years ago. But she knew that it would have been far harder on Vegeta than her. After all the Saiyans were a lecherous race that lived on sex. It sort of made her not what to think about what he had been doing over the years to keep himself sane.

He pulled off her top and her and her bra. He slid his hands over the soft skin on her chest. Examining all that he had almost forgotten. He was after all the only person who would ever be able to satisfy her. It was he after all that knew all her pleasure spots. He knew exactly what she loved and hated, there was no other man alive who knew her like he did.

She tilted her head to give him access to her neck. The bite mark that had once been there had completely healed over after not being disturbed for years. It was time to reunite the bond.

Vegeta lent forward and dug his teeth into her ever soft skin. Lapping up the blood and smiling in the satisfaction that he could once again taste what he had been craving for for so long.

Bulma shivered from the pleasure. Oh there were something's that she had no idea were possible to forget. There were something she had been craving without ever once realising it. As if it was a reflex she dug her teeth in to the Vegeta's neck the same way he had done to her.

Vegeta pulled his mate close as they buried themselves in each others necks. This was the way they were supposed to be. Not apart, but together. He swore to himself that he would never once let her go again, that she would always be in his arms and his arms only. No matter what he would never let her leave him again. No matter what.

Vegeta pulled back and proceeded to undress her. Not in a hurry but slowly, after all what was the rush. Bulma made an attempt to pull off his armour but failed. She cursed the damn soldiers for wearing heavy stuff. She lay back on the bed and relaxed as he undressed both her and himself.

Soon enough she was laying naked with him on top of her like always. There was never a time when he allowed her control. Every single time he had to be dominate, but since it had been so long she didn't care.

He left a trail of kisses from her chest to her stomach. Oh God he missed the way she tasted more than anything else about her. He moved up and pressed his warm lips onto hers and kissed her passionately. Letting his tongue slide into her mouth and run it's way along her teeth.

He could tell she was enjoying this from the soft moans of pleasure he could hear coming from within her. That alone satisfied him, he himself wanted to enjoy this, but over all he wanted her to enjoy it more.

She let out a gasp as he entered her. He took satisfaction from the sounds that escaped her soft lips.

Bulma wrapped her legs around him to give him a better access. If she could have she would have tilted her head to make sure that her son was defiantly a sleep. Seeing what his mother was now doing would give any kid a shock for life.

She slowly closed her eyes as she felt all her sexual cravings being released. And for the first time in 48 hours, she was glade that she was back on Ice-sei.

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100+ reviews on FF.net Yay for me.

Yeah I know it was short. But you had to admit the last few were long by my standard. And if I had made it longer it would have taken even longer to update.

Since I rated this story R I decided to include another lemon because I sort of had too. (Even though I feel extremely embarrassed writing them, lemons aren't really my thing) I didn't want it to be to explicit, but at the same time I didn't want it to be pov.

I've started a web site on Ryou Bakura from Yugioh. (It was another one of the reason's why it's taken me so long to update) the address without the www is

angeltowns. com/members/bakura

I'm also looking for Bakura fanfiction (and I don't have anytime to look) so if you know any good fics please please tell me.

I'll have the next chapter up as soon as I get some damn inspiration, it's getting harder and harder to write. Damn my now very short attention span. Although despite that I've got some of the future scenes pre written. (Ho Ho Ho, It's going to become interesting)

Till we meet again

Missq