Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Through A Mirror Darkly ❯ A Saiyan's Love ( Chapter 16 )

"She really is a part of you, Vegeta?" Bulma asked in a small voice, too small to be coming from her. She sat on the edge of their bed, looking at her hands folded in her lap. Vegeta stood in front of her, dark eyes intense and focused on her downcast head. He secretly admired her toned and firm body beneath the surface of his thoughts.

But now was not the time for such mental wanderings, he reminded himself as he reached over and lifted his wife's chin with a finger, looking into her beautiful eyes, Besides if things go well between us now…tonight might mean more than just using my imagination.

"You know the answer to that all ready, Bulma." He said slowly, "It was explained to you."

"Yes, I know and I am trying so hard to accept it but…" Bulma looked away with her eyes but Vegeta would not have that and narrowed his eyes a tad until she looked back, "But…I feel …so…so…inadequate. I mean, she is your twin-soul! She has a part of you that I never will and it makes so…"

"Frustrated?" He offered, raising an eyebrow.

"Pissed off!" She finished, her eyes shooting daggers at him, "I can never have of you what she does…and she doesn't even seem to appreicate it!"

"I know something you have of me that she doesn't, Bulma," He said, smiling at her and taking her hands to pull her up from the bed and into his arms, "My heart. Only one female can lay claim to that part of me…among other…parts…and I am just about to kiss her…"

Bulma surrendered to his embrace and felt all at once all her misgivings about Toshi and Vegeta and herself slip away in one breathtaking, earthshattering kiss. Afterwards she swooned on her feet and he backed her up towards the bed, kissing the side her neck, pausing to lick softly the area behind her earlobs and smiling against the salty-sweetness of her skin as she shivered and grasped his shoulders to pull him closer.

"This time there will be no interruptions…" He said firmly as he nibbled on her earlob and slipped one hand under her blouse, cupping her rounded breast and squeezing gently, tweaking the nipple between thumb and forefinger, marveling at how quickly it hardened under his touch.

She tossed her head back and whimpered and he pulled her blouse apart, it was an azure blue one that was made from pure silk she had bought last week with faux-ivory buttons running down the front, not caring in the least that he just ruined a five hundred dollar blouse!

"I've always liked the way your skin feels…" He murmered against her ear, his breath tickling it and making her squirm, he reached under the pink miniskirt she had chosen to wear that day and felt her moistness through the material of her panties. She moaned as she lay backwards on the bed, her feet still on the floor. Vegeta quickly remedied that by lifting her up easily and cradling her against his powerful chest for a moment before turning her around so that she lay on the bed properly.

He paused for a moment, removed his shirt quickly and looked down at her for a moment, savoring the sight of her and the ache that was more pleasure than agony in his nether regions just gazing upon her willing beauty always gave him. She opened her eyes and gazed back at him, her lips curled upwards ever so slightly, her eyes hooded with desire, silently beckoning him.

Vegeta needed no other encouragement. With a sound deep in his throat that was more a growl than anything, he sat down next to her and scooped her up into his arms, tasting her mouth once more as his hands, as if they had wills of their own, sought to explore every nook and cranny of Bulma's luscious body. She cried out in pleasure as he found her most sensitive area and carefully, methodically, began to stroke the tiny bud with his fingers as he licked and nibbled his way downward, sucking briefly on a nipple just feel it harden once more within his mouth, finally he reached the hollow of her concave stomach and licked her cute little belly button. She was an innie, he knew, but it was still so damned cute…

Not to mention sexy as hell… He thought as he spread her legs a little with a soft nudging at her thighs and pulled her panties, pink, he noticed, to match the skirt, down over her legs and off her feet. He tossed them away and turned back to his wife, who lay writhing in antisipation of what he was about to do next. With Vegeta she could never be quite certain. Knowing him, he could just get her all hot and bothered and then get up and leave her there as a punishment for some unknown crime she commited against him and his pride.

Bulma didn't know how he curbed himself when he did such things because she knew he got even hotter than her during their moments of nearly crazed, passionate foreplay, but she suspected he found a way to find a release just as she had. A shoebox stuffed way back in her closet was kept for just such an emergency.

But, as his tongue played around her delicate bud betwixt her parted thighs the blue haired beauty knew that her shoebox toys would stay hidden for at least this one day…

Hours, or was it days? Bulma couldn't rightly be certain of anything at the moment, much less how much time had elapsed, she lay with her body naked and gleaming with sweat, pressed up against her husband's. He lay on his back, also sans clothing, just a thin sheet draped over their waists and her head resting on his chest as his arm held her close. He was breathing deeply so she knew he'd fallen asleep.

Bulma closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of closeness after sex always brought her with her husband. Her shoulder near her neck hurt a little where he'd bitten through the skin at the moment of their mutual climax, but it was a good hurt. It reminded her she was still his and that he wanted no other woman but her.

Bulma smiled to herself and drifted off to sleep.