Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Price You Pay ❯ Chapter Twenty ( Chapter 20 )

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WARNING: Lemon.

The Price You Pay: Chapter Twenty

Bulma's pain was soon assuaged as Vegeta pulled his hand back and looked at the work of his creation. He ran the tips of his fingers across the glowing symbol, activating it. The symbol began to glow with a rhythm, a beat—the beat of his heart, he realized somewhat awkwardly. That must have been why Bulma reacted so strangely; she must have come to the same realization.

This process just keeps getting more intriguing, thought Vegeta as he stared blankly at the glowing symbol. The sign of the House of Vegeta-sei cast light upon Bulma's pale skin, making it appear translucent. She glowed with the combination of their two energies. He was glowing, he noticed all at once as he looked down at his skin and saw the gold tint of ki flaring up around him.

Bulma was taking in short and shallow breaths.

A wave of nausea crashed over Vegeta and he latched onto the helpless female, grabbing her around the shoulders and pressing his chest against her bare back. There was a bright flash and a sharp, acute pain.

It was searing. Vegeta felt as if his blood was boiling and his skin freezing all at the same time. Just when he thought he could take it no longer, the light that pierced his vision so thoroughly intensified even more and then faded. As his senses began to return, the Saiya-jin no Ouji was surprised to see that Bulma hadn't fainted during the ordeal.

Strong girl.

Bulma shuddered and Vegeta realized that he was still clutching her tightly. She didn't seem bothered by the pressure though. The grip was more than sufficient to try the flexibility of her bones. There was a thin sheen of cold sweat glistening on Bulma's back and the air was perfumed with her feminine scent.

Bulma leaned her head back onto Vegeta's shoulder. She was still breathing heavily and her eyes were closed. Strands of her aqua hair were stuck to her forehead.

The tunic Bulma was holding up did little to conceal the majority of her breasts as she tried desperately to let her breath catch up with her. Vegeta groaned to himself when he noticed how exposed she was. He was already having trouble controlling his body.

Slowly, Vegeta lowered his lips onto Bulma's collar bone and kissed it. The action was meant as a reassurance but upon the contact Bulma's eyes shot open. They were glowing more intensely than Vegeta had ever seen them before. Vegeta felt uneasy, a feeling (of the few he ever experience) that was especially rare.

"Vegeta?" questioned Bulma. Her voice seemed to resonate in his bones.

Bulma turned around and reached out to touch Vegeta's face.

"You're ice cold." His eyes burned a gold that was unmatched in brilliance. As Bulma let her hand fall, her fingers traced a path down Vegeta's chest. Abruptly, Vegeta grabbed her hand.

"No more." It was a statement Bulma seemed ill prepared for. She began to pull away.

No more...

Vegeta's mind trailed off as he tugged on Bulma's arm and pulled her up against him. Their eyes met briefly and before Bulma knew it, Vegeta's mouth was upon hers.

There was nothing gentle about Vegeta's sudden surge of lust but Bulma wasn't intimidated by it. She was excited. She reveled in Vegeta's show of primal need.

The gi forgotten, Bulma released the arm that was between them and wrapped it firmly around Vegeta's neck, pouring as much of her own desire into the kiss as she could.

A growl erupted from low in Vegeta's throat and Bulma relaxed in his grip, keeping a strong hold on the Saiya-jin no Ouji as he briefly shifted himself to kiss Bulma's neck and unzip the rest of her body suit. Bulma subconsciously tugged at the elastic top to Vegeta's gi bottoms. The urge to be skin to skin was unbearable.

Finally free of their clothing, Vegeta laid Bulma down on the bed and kissed her deeply, only pulling back for a moment to look down at her. Just as he'd always thought, she wasn't anything like the other scrawny Chikyuu-jin females he'd seen splashed on the covers of magazines or on television. Her fairness was a classic: well-muscled and toned with pale skin that complimented the luscious curves of her body. She was perfect. She was his.

Bulma tentatively reached out a hand and ran it along Vegeta's chest, leaving what felt like a trail of burns down the Saiya-jin no Ouji's skin. She sat for a few more minutes running her fingers over every contour of his body as if reassuring herself that he was real. He was chiseled and almost as firm as a statue.

Hooking her arm around Vegeta's neck, Bulma kissed his jaw and slowly trailed her way down to the most sensitive part of his neck, biting him playfully as she wrapped her free hand, as best she could, around the base of him and squeezed. He was already hard. Immediately, Vegeta wound his tail around Bulma's waist and growled deeply in the back of his throat.

"Do you enjoy teasing me, onna?" purred Vegeta and put his lips right up against Bulma's ear. "Because two can play at that game..." he trailed off as he bit her neck with equal pressure. Slowly, he kissed his way down her neck and to her chest. Gently, yet firmly, he cupped her right breast and massaged her hardened nipple while kissing his way down to her left. Bulma arched her back.

"Not very much fun, is it, little onna?" purred Vegeta in her ear once again. But it was fun, and he knew what he was doing to her. Her heightened senses were picking up his every move ten, if not twenty times, more than they usually did as a side effect of the Khon'daia na. Bulma groaned and pulled him back down. Vegeta couldn't help but smile.

Finally, he could get this out of his system.

Without hesitation, Vegeta messaged his way down Bulma's stomach with his other hand, increasing the circulation in the lower half of her body before exploring the rest of her. He wasn't surprised to find her wet and ready and Bulma moaned her pleasure in response to his probing touch.

"Vegeta..." Bulma sighed, causing the Saiya-jin prince to look up at her. Bulma leaned up and kissed the Saiya-jin no Ouji's neck and wrapped her arms and legs around his torso. Vegeta looked down at her questioningly. He knew what she wanted, and, damn it all to hell, he knew he wanted the same thing.

“You're too tight, onna,” he said to appease her while secretly reveling in the feeling of her more delicate parts being exposed to his calloused fingertips.

In her persistence, Bulma bucked her hips and then pulled away. Vegeta looked down in amazement. She was quite the little aggressor, wasn't she? All she did was grin. It was a beautiful grin, a Saiya-jin grin.

"Only if you wish it, onna," Vegeta purred seductively in her ear. She really was going to have to figure out how he did that. Vegeta chuckled to himself.

Bulma slid her arms higher up on Vegeta's back and nipped at his ear lobe. She could have no comprehension of what she was doing to him, and if she did know, she was certainly using her knowledge well. Vegeta's instincts were starting to take over and his mind was taking the backseat. Never had he felt so completely out of control, not even the moment in the GR when he reached the level of the Legendary.

"Oh, believe me, I do," she whispered in a low, guttural tone of voice and then nipped at his jaw.

"Very well," Vegeta replied as Bulma proceeded to bite, not so delicately, at the base of his neck.

He hovered above her entrance for a second before pushing his way slowly in, inch by inch. She was agonizingly tight.

Bulma groaned Vegeta's name as he filled her. He touched every piece of her, nearly overloading her body with the sudden onslaught of sensation—his wide girth pushing against all of her at once. She cried out as he hit the end of her and ground his hips for a deeper angle.

Ever so slowly, Vegeta began to pull himself out of her before rocking down and resting some of his weight back on Bulma. The rhythm was tantalizingly slow and Vegeta took his time, savoring the feeling of his mate writhing beneath him. He nipped at her neck cautiously, aware that her increased sensitivity created a fine line between pleasure and pain. But as his speed progressed, Vegeta grazed his teeth against the fleshy juncture between Bulma's neck and shoulder with less concern.

Bulma's nails trailed along Vegeta's back, leaving a mess of scratch marks on his otherwise unblemished skin. He knew she was close and as her muscles flexed around him Vegeta forced himself inside of her even more deeply, locking Bulma in her moment of release. Vegeta watched as Bulma's face became pained as she struggled with the intensity of the pleasure and her own desire to maintain control. But after a few seconds of ecstasy, Bulma released her vice-like hold on Vegeta and shuddered.

“That was…” Bulma's breathy voice trailed off. She panted heavily, trying to calm her beating heart, while laying back contently on the bed—the smile on her face an indication of her complete satisfaction.

Without warning, Vegeta ground himself forcefully against Bulma, eager to remind her that they were far from through for the evening.

“Now, it's my turn,” said the Saiya-jin no Ouji with a devilish grin, “and this time, onna, you will scream.”

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"Rash'kin a sonat su ma. Skar shinta mun a kin'moshan… Rash'kin a sonat su ma. Skar shinta mun a kin'moshan…"