Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Way I Was Before ❯ Safe Haven ( Chapter 3 )

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

Chapter Three

The shower was the one place in the house that Bulma still felt safe in.Safe in the sense that no one would interfere with her thought process.When she and Vejiita had first settled in together, there had been several occasions when the shower had not kept her safe from all intruders.But that had never bothered her.
Turning on the shower, a whiff of his soap accosted her nostrils and wrecked havoc on her senses.Damn him. . .As she stepped inside, she was surprised to find the water still steaming hot, and she let it course down her body in welcoming, delicious waves.Her wet hair cascaded onto her back, spreading the water all the way down to her waist and over her long legs, down to the tired surface of her feet. Bulma wondered briefly why, exactly, a shower was one of the most wonderful sensations on the planet.
Slowly, she picked up her shower sponge and lathered it with the most fragrant, soothing soap she could find in her massive collection.As she began to let the sweet smelling bubbles caress her every limb and extremity, she closed her eyes and leaned her back against the shower wall.Six hours of sleep won't be that bad,she mused, knowing that it must be eleven o'clock by now, if not after.By the time she exited the shower and got herself into bed it would be Kami knows how late. Thoughts plagued her mind about the Mae Ling Tech merger, her nine-page summary that would have to be typed by the end of the day tomorrow, and a myriad of other monotonous duties that awaited her when she arrived at her office. Slowly, Bulma let her fingers rub the tension from her shoulder and neck, and she let her head lean back.More bubbles stroked her tired body, and she rubbed a hand across her stomach. She tried desperately to avoid it but Vejiita's touch suddenly clouded her mind and made her intensely weary.The warm water pummeled her body with the searing intensity of another body, but she dismissed it and continued to stroke her belly. It was impossible to deny how she'd felt earlier when Vejiita had had her underneath him, at his mercy . . .the way he loved it.But she had absolutely refused to let him take advantage of her in such a vulnerable state. Bulma Briefs was many things, but she most certainly was not a fool, and she could not allow herself to be made into one.Giving into him at that moment would have made her look weak.And as many times as she had done that in the past, she refused to do it now, and especially with him.Hell, he probably would have considered it an insult.
But her body would not ignore him as much as her mind had, and she found herself wishing that he were there with her.No feeling was quite like that of his body when it was completely devoid of any clothing . . .that wondrously soft skin that slid and moved with his well defined muscles perfectly.How soft it is . . .and yet how hard he is on the inside.Bulma longed to feel that skin against her fingertips again--how he tensed whenever she touched him, and then gradually leaned into her as if she were the only essential element to life. Memory of his fingers caressing her cheek, her jaw, then down her neck to the hollow between her breasts and onto the plain of her stomach--learning every inch of her. The heat of the shower became hotter, but she ignored it . . .it felt strangely good.Bulma was surprised that she would remember his touch so well.It had been so long since she had even seen him alone for any long amount of time, let alone had a chance to be as intimate with him as she had been in the past.Kami . . .intimate is not the word to describe it. Sex with Vejiita was never anything short of mind-blowing, and somehow it did not surprise her. The intensity of his eyes would surely make for an intense lovemaking session--she had known that from the minute she'd locked eyes with the Saiya-jin Prince.
Bulma sighed aloud as the memory she held of his fingers traced her belly button, made her feel as though there were no other man on this planet but he.Strange, I haven't even thought of another man since being with Vejiita . . .but then, not so strange.Even thinking about sex with anyone else brought tears to her eyes.She smiled to herself thinking that no human would ever be as good as he was anyway. More memory clouded Bulma's mind as his lips made fiery trails down her neck to her shoulder.She groaned in annoyance as the water became too hot.Stupid water heater. . .
Upon opening her eyes she gasped so loudly that she had to cover her own mouth.The realness of her memory suddenly made painful sense as the eyes she had just regarded in her mind now pierced hers with powerful actuality.Damn his Saiya-jin reflexes!His ability to appear without being noticed had always unnerved her. Bulma made a hearty effort to regain her breathing capacity and she furrowed her brow, trying to elicit an explanation from him as to what he was doing in the shower.Her breath heaved out in a groan as he pressed himself against her.
"I know you told me not to touch you," he whispered heavily into her ear, sending shocks of heat down her spine.Vejiita's open lips danced around the bite mark on her neck, and he pinned her shoulder to the wall, "but . . .Kami . . ." he groaned as she had a moment earlier, "how am I supposed to tell you anything if I can't touch you?"
Bulma felt her throat close and she knew the truth of his words.If she had had the willpower to fight him off before, she did not have it now. His voice was no longer the harsh, scathing low grade of sand paper that it had been half an hour ago but a low, deep, moaning plea that plunged into the core of her heart.She felt her head turn towards the direction of his mouth.
"You . . .aren't very good with words, are you, Ouji-sama?" She whispered, knowing he could say more to her with one stroke than he ever could with a sentence.Vejiita chuckled softly in her ear, and the reverberating sound in his chest made her body nearly convulse with desire for him.He took in a breath and opened his eyes to look directly into hers as he kissed her once, lightly,
"Never have been . . ." he mumbled against her mouth.Without further sound, he pressed his mouth to hers in a movement that seemed as desperate as it did hungry. She felt then, that there had never been such a kiss as his . . .never such a feeling as that of his tongue dancing with hers in an embrace so intricate--so delicate and yet so intense that it could never be broken apart. He moved both of his hands to the back of her head and brought her mouth closer to his by tilting it to the side just slightly.Bulma could not help the moan that she emitted against his lips, and this only seemed to drive him further against her.
The searing heat between her legs met his briefly and both of them gasped against the mouth of the other.Vejiita released her head and placed both of his palms on the wall, then thrust his hips forward and pressed his chest against hers--slaving her to the wall of the shower.Bulma felt her tears begin to mingle with the water, and she was thankful that it hid them for the time being. But Vejiita was far from unaware . . .he met her eyes again.
"You want me to stop?" he breathed, and she could see that his question was genuine.Had she said yes, he would have stopped.But she had not the strength to say yes, only the strength to shake her head and grip his head as he had hers.
"Kami, no . . .no I don't want you to stop."
That seemed to be enough for him, and he let his arms fall to their sides where he then reached behind her and clutched at her backside, heaving her up off of the floor. He couldn't help but smirk as she wrapped her legs around him, bringing her hips as close to his pulsing warmth as she could without touching it.He breathed out heavily and lowered his mouth to the soft skin of her breasts, loving the feel of the sliding warmth and wetness that engulfed the two of them.Vejiita's only affection, his only way of expressing it came with this.It was all he knew.Physicality was his stronghold . . .he knew it, and trusted in it. Words were so fickle . . .actions speak so much louder than words, isn't that the way the Chikyuu-jin say it? He pushed her harder against the wall, and when he was sure she could support herself without his hands, he let them rove over hips and under her legs.
Bulma gasped as he touched her so erotically that it seemed she would simply lose consciousness over how much pleasure she gained from it. He always knew how to do that . . .how to bring her to complete ecstasy in ways that she never knew possible simply by one touch. His soft fingers slid quietly, not forcefully, into her just barely and she bit her lip to keep from crying out to him to continue further until he touched her soul.They stayed there for a moment, suspended in her apprehensive gasps for air, and she brought his mouth to hers to kiss him, wordlessly thanking him for all he made her feel.Their conversation earlier was miles from her mind as his strong arms lifted her further up the wall. Another gasp but she knew she was safe, and he kissed her lower abdomen tenderly. Vejiita saw her wide-eyed gaze as he lifted her legs up to his shoulders and he smiled wickedly, lowering his mouth to taste her . . .a wine he considered more precious than beverages of the Kaioshin himself.
Muffled cries escaped her lips as she tried to hold them in, for fear of waking their son.Vejiita couldn't help smiling, picturing the look on his son's face if he were to see the scene in the bathroom. It only made him want her more . . .When he was quite sure she would not be able to stand, he flicked his tongue against her once more and lowered her legs back down to his hips. His heartbeat, he was sure, had now fallen down to his groin and would remain there until he'd had his fill of her.Bulma made a move underneath him to push him away and attempt the same ritual for him, but he pushed her back against the wall and closed the gap between them, shaking his head slowly.There was no time for that . . .at least not for him. Vejiita felt his body scream out to him and to her for granted entry into the deepest portions of her body, and he nuzzled her nose, gripping her backside once again. In a slow, deliberate movement, he nudged the tip of himself into her, earning him a quiet, tortured moan from the beautiful creature he held in his embrace.She raised her head to him once more and touched her lips to his.
"Ai-aishiteru, Bejiita... I love you!" She gasped, tightening her hold on his hips.Vejiita felt his heart leap from his throat, but he swallowed it again down into the icy depths of his sub-conscious soul.He opened his mouth, fearing what he may say if he weren't careful.
"I know that, Bulma . . ." he whispered in reply.And before he could see the only slightly disappointed look in her eyes, he thrust himself inside of her warm sanctuary in a heavy, powerful movement.
Bulma seemed to feel the moon explode behind her eyes, and she braced herself for the ki storm that would soon follow his forceful movements.Warmth that could never equal the water that had been flowing over her enveloped her body in suspended time. She gazed down at him, and he met her eyes . . .did not unlock their stare as he pushed himself further into her, harder and faster until there was a burst of blue light and she could feel him on the verge of release. After biting his nose, she slowly nodded and he clenched his jaw, coming with her in a violent storm of emotion and tension.She shivered at the growl that came from the depths of his throat through his gritted teeth, and sighed shortly in exhausted satisfaction.
Vejiita lay his head into the groove of her neck and breathed against the heat of her skin.After a few moments, the pelting water on his back made him uncomfortable and he moved out of the stream. He let her feet back down onto the floor of the shower and nuzzled her neck further.Bulma stroked his back to calm the ki that still circled around their bodies, and to ease his heavy breathing.She brushed her fingers over the furry remnant of his once magnificent tail, and she wondered briefly what it would be like for him to have it again.
Once enough time had passed, she lifted his head and met his sharply tuned eyes.
"Thank you…" she whispered, thanking him for more than she could say.And he knew.
And tomorrow would be the same.She would not see him, she would not speak with him.Bulma only hoped that by the end of the Budoukai, she could ask him for love, and perhaps he could give it to her.Perhaps . . .
Vejiita nodded to her, and kissed her pleasantly. He touched her face softly, wondering why he didn't touch it more often.

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