Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Together We Are Slaves ❯ Chapter 11

When they entered the main room and the door closed Vegeta headed for the shower his body covered with purple blood. Bulma watched him as he entered the medium sized room.

“Aren't you coming, Bulma,” he said softly. Bulma nodded stupidly as she walked toward him. His chest glistened with sweat as he turned the shower on, her blue eyes glued to his rippling back, the muscles conveying all the strength it took for him to not say one word about what had happened in the hall, but Bulma could see his fear, his tension as he turned to her, his dark eyes conveying what he could not say. He was glad that she was okay. Bulma moved closer to the male that was now removing his spandex pants, his dark eyes still locked with hers. She didn't even look down as she moved toward him and she removed her shirt, his smell filling her nose. He stepped into the shower, the hot spray hitting his body and hitting her as it ricocheted off him. She walked into the shower with him, her heart telling her what to do as her brain froze. His hands touched her shoulders as he pulled her toward him. This was the moment that she was waiting for, the moment where her soul was free. She pulled him close to her as he moved closer to her. Their bodies collided, the water hitting their formed bodies with a warm spray, but neither noticed as their tongues crashed. Their hot bodies bumped as they bonded to their want, their need. They landed against the cold tile, Bulma landing on top. Vegeta's olive skin tingled with goosbumps as the cold tile, warm spray, and her hot body combined. He turned it around so that she was on the tile as he broke the kiss. Bulma looked up at him, her eye fogged over with lust.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice husky. Bulma nodded as her lips crashed with his again. Vegeta positioned himself and slammed into her, blood seeping down his leg unnoticed. Bulma whimpered a little, but as he tried to pull back, her fingers clung to his skin letting the Sayian know that she was okay. Soon, she began to move, their bodies moved to a dance, one that was as old as time.

 

Zarbon stood before Frieza, his eyes blue and black.

“You decided to do something to my prized scientist?” the feminine voice inquired angrily. Zarbon looked down at the floor just seconds before Frieza's tail slammed into his already bruised face. “You knew that she was off limits. You should have been happy that I allowed you to date her, but for you to mate with her was forbidden.” He looked down at the man, his contempt obvious. “You will rot in a cell for the remainder of your days.” Seconds later Frieza powered up and blasted the unsuspecting man. “But I like killing so much better.”

 

Vegeta turned over in his sleep to find that Bulma was gone, her smell just minutes old. He got up and pushing the door to the room opened he found that she was not in the main room either. He checked the bathroom, but she was not there either. He closed his eyes, his senses searching for his mate. He followed those senses to a small door that he had never noticed before. Upon opening it he heard Bulma humming softly, her body facing away from him. He crept up slowly to her, but before he reached out for her, she turned to him.

“Hi,” she said softly. Her cheeks gleamed in the sunlight from the small window that looked out onto the afternoon skies. “I never told you about my secret room, but no one knows about it. It is my hiding place when I need to think.” Vegeta sat next to her, his dark eyes confused.

“What do you need to think about? Us?” he seemed to growl. She nodded. “Bulma,” he said, his voice gruff. “Do you know why I bit you?” She shook her head. “I have taken you as my mate, well, I have asked for it.” Bulma realized what he was saying. Vegeta was asking for her hand in his culture. He was doing something that to him was a weakness. He was showing emotion. She smiled before placing a kiss on his cheek. Vegeta pulled her close, his heart thumping madly as he though of his actions. He wanted her for his mate, but she had not said yes and if she didn't after a certain amount of time, the mark would fade. As if she could read his thoughts, she moved her lips to the place between his shoulder and neck, her teeth breaking his tough skin. She made a face, expecting his blood to taste nasty, but was greeted with a sweet, metallic taste. She began to suckle the mark that she had made for a few seconds before she pulled back. With her pink tongue she licked away the remaining blood on her lips. Soon the two of them are throwing off their cloths and making love again.