Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Price You Pay ❯ Chapter Eleven ( Chapter 11 )

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The Price You Pay: Chapter Eleven

 

Bulma opened her eyes to Vegeta's face and nearly wet her pants when she realized how close he was. What was with all this kissing? She let the thought go.

 

She'd had such a horrible dream.

 

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The kiss had been just a slight brush of lips. Vegeta didn't want to startle her. He knew that even in her sleep she would be able to feel it. The energy would be very hard to ignore. Impossibly so.

 

She stirred and opened her eyes.

 

Several emotions crossed through the onna's eyes after the initial look of confusion. Almost as if she still thought she was in the dream. There was a part of her, a part that to the untrained eye would have gone unnoticed, that looked horrified. Had he really rattled her that much? Was she so disgusted?

 

Vegeta pulled back. If he was not wanted, then he certainly wasn't going to expose himself to more rejection, regardless of the fact that she was basically his mate. Kissing her had been a careless move anyway. He didn't want to slip the way he had the night before.

 

He continued to look into her eyes. To his amazement, she looked even more confused after his sudden movement. Her eyes were glowing, and he could feel the static building between them. Perhaps going back to the sofa hadn't been such a good idea after all.

 

But just as he was about to make an exit, the oddest thing happened. The onna lifted her arms up and spread them out wide in an inviting fashion. Was she offering herself to him? Vegeta raised his eyebrows. He wasn't sure about most of the Chikyuu-jin customs and didn't want to over compensate. He needed to train anyway.

 

Bulma furrowed her eyebrows. She looked at him, almost pleadingly. A few moments passed while the Saiya-jin decided how to decipher the situation. For some reason, the onna looked like she was more prone to believe that he was rejecting her.

 

The hell with it. It's now or never.

 

Without another thought, Vegeta lowered himself over Bulma and into her open arms, crushing his lips to hers. Bulma wrapped her arms tightly around Vegeta's neck. There were a few seconds when Bulma was unresponsive, and Vegeta wondered if he had done the wrong thing. But by the time that thought even crossed his mind she'd already started responding.

 

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Even after Bulma opened her arms to Vegeta, she still had no idea why she had done it. He'd had a frightened look on his face for the briefest second.

 

Maybe I was wrong…

 

Then, just as she was about to put her arms back down, he was upon her. His hungry lips devouring hers. She was shocked. After his blank look she had been sure he was turning her down.

 

Okay, so maybe I wasn't wrong.

 

He continued to kiss her, and she responded with a gentle nip on his lower lip. She could hear a low vibration in his chest and smiled mentally.

 

He must have really liked that.

 

With some amusement, she realized she liked this more animalistic side of him. All she knew was that whatever he was doing to her felt good. He was gentle with her, but there was an edge to it that barely hinted at concealed danger.

 

Vegeta's tail wound its way around her thigh, pulling Bulma's body closer to his.

 

Correction, it felt damn good.

 

Vegeta was teasing her with his tongue, running it back and forth along her own in an erotic fashion. Bulma couldn't help but groan from deep in the back of her throat. He was only wearing a pair of those black spandex shorts and Bulma savored the feeling of his warm smooth skin against her fingertips.

 

She felt like she was burning up from the inside. The energy residing in her body pressed her against Vegeta nearly painfully. Nearly. She enjoyed lingering over the thought that being close to Vegeta's body could never be truly painful. It wasn't like she'd never wondered how amazing it would feel to be pressed against his body before anyway.

 

Vegeta trailed his way down Bulma's throat to the hollow between her neck and shoulder and gently nipped there. He seemed to have quite a bit of interest in that part of her body.

 

Kami, he smelled good. Delicious even. Salty like blood and rich like chocolate. It was funny, he seemed to taste exactly the way he smelled. He was wreaking havoc on her senses. She was freakishly aware of everything he did to her. It didn't help that he was lying on top of her with his mouth harassing her neck and his hands working their magic all over the rest of her body.

 

Much as it shocked her, she could definitely get used to this.

 

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Somewhere in the back of Vegeta's mind, he wondered what he was doing. God, he wanted her. But why? Was this all just some strange side-effect of the Khon'daia na and their energies being shared?

 

Bulma had been acting strangely since earlier that morning when he walked into the kitchen. He made a mental checklist. The light hurt her eyes. And didn't she cringe when he slammed the door to the refrigerator? He knew she could hear him up the hall and coming down the stairs. Her senses were acute for those of a Chikyuu-jin. Perhaps too acute.

 

Could she be experiencing the Khon'daia na?

 

It was improbable, but not impossible. A transfer of energy with the magnitude of the one they had experienced could, in theory, trigger such a reaction. After all, the Khon'daia na was just a simple chemical imbalance that occurred in the brain, right? That's what all the Saiya-jin scientists had claimed it was.

 

Add the energy factor in with the melding of both their bodies' emotions and the bond that had formed instantaneously, it was a recipe for biological disaster. True bonds could only be formed while both partners were going through the Khon'daia na. He knew that the Chikyuu-jin never went through anything even closely resembling the Saiya-jin moon cycle.

 

But here they were.

 

The onna usually acted completely rational, thinking everything through before actually doing it, but this, this was much less than rational. She was letting her body get the best of her. He had never seen her do that—not even with her weak, playboy ex-mate. How could she just give herself to him? She wouldn't.

 

Ah, where's an elder when you need one? he thought in irritation. It was really starting to bother him that he knew so little about the mating customs of the Saiya-jin race. Not that any of the elders would have dared to write about a mixed species bond. Before the fall of Vegeta-sei, such an occurrence would have been a disgrace. Under some extreme circumstances punishment was even issued to those who became too attached to a member of a separate species. The Saiya-jin race had to remain pure.

 

Vegeta mentally cringed.

 

And here I am, the Saiya-jin no Ouji, taking an alien mate.

 

Not that he had a problem with breaking the rules. No, he'd been doing that for far too long to even begin to care about something so minutely important.

 

Most of these thoughts lingered in the back of his mind as he continued to kiss Bulma. She felt unnaturally good beneath him, warm and soft. Everything he wasn't. He shook the thought from his head. It had been too long since he'd taken the time to indulge in the pleasures a woman had to offer.

 

Bulma groaned again, but instead it came out as a deep, seductively low, growl.

Vegeta halted his ministrations momentarily and Bulma made a slight whimpering noise as if she was actually hurt by the sudden breaking of the pull their energies had created.

 

She most likely is in pain.

 

Things were beginning to get carried away again. But damn it all, this time he really didn't want to stop. But what if she regretted it? That would be one hit to his pride he could never take. And what if he regretted it? Hell, he regretted it now.

 

"Onna…" Vegeta trailed off as Bulma arched her neck and pressed her lips to the Saiya-jin no Ouji's.

 

This has to stop now.

 

"Yes?" breathed Bulma in response.

 

"This can't happen, not now at least. You're not thinking clearly," he said, trying to pull away again. Bulma stopped for a moment and looked up into Vegeta's face.

 

"I'm thinking more clearly now than I believe I ever have in my entire life," she said in a whisper.

 

There was a time and a place for this sort of thing, and that time was not now. Vegeta slowly brought his face down and gently nipped at Bulma's neck.

 

"I know, little onna, I know," he spoke into her ear. He could smell the desire on her, and he was sure she could smell it on him as well. Had Vegeta been any other man, he was sure the temptation would have been too great. But this wasn't like either of them. And certain rituals had to be performed before anything physical could happen.

 

Bulma groaned, and Vegeta pulled away.

 

He sat up and moved to the side of the sofa opposite Bulma. This was crazy. When he realized one of his hands was shaking, he quickly crossed his arms.

 

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There was a cold shiver running down Bulma's spine that wouldn't go away. The want she felt was consuming.

 

"I wasn't lying, you know," said Bulma, glancing up at Vegeta and trying her best not to fidget.

 

"I know," replied Vegeta turning to look down at her. "But you must understand that a lot more is going on in our bodies than you are aware of. We cannot allow things to get out of control before the proper rituals have been performed."

 

"You mean that this," she said referring to what had happened moments ago between them, "can be dangerous?"

 

"Yes."