Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Uncertain Future ❯ Making Plans ( Chapter 22 )

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

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any of the characters featured in the show, movies, manga, etc. I'm not making any money off of this story, so please don't sue me.

Author's Note: Hey everybody! Well, first off, thanks for all the great reviews and emails I've been getting! Secondly, I'd like to clear up some confusion about a few things in this story. The Vegeta in this fic is the same one we all know and love *giggle* as Prince Vegeta, but in this fic, he is King now because his father was killed by Frieza. In order to kill Frieza, Vegeta turned Super Saiyan two years before the present time in the story. This was all mentioned in previous chapters, but not in very elaborate detail. If there are any questions or comments then feel free to email me at cat_girl_26@hotmail.com. Thanks!

*Special Thanks to Vegetababe and Bulma Peacecraft for Beta-ing!*

Uncertain Future, Chapter 22: Making Plans

Her wet, naked body shivered in the chilly air as she stepped out of the regeneration tank. In an instant, Vegeta was at her side, wrapping her in a soft, fluffy towel. "Leave us now." he called over to the medical technicians, who bowed respectfully and made their way out of the room. Bulma felt her mate's arms pull her closer to his warm, hard body and she sighed contentedly.

"How long was I in there?" she questioned, jerking her head towards the tank.

"A day and a half." Vegeta replied. "We should get you fed and bathed. You stink." he smirked at the angry look on her face. It was true though; the synthetic DNA in the regeneration tank carried a putrid smell, reminiscent of sweaty feet and fried eggs mixed together. Bulma wrinkled her nose, just catching on to the rank scent.

"Eww." she murmured. "Okay, I do stink." Vegeta laughed and picked her up before heading to the shower stations in the next room. Once there, he started a shower up and pulled Bulma's towel away. She yelped and jumped into the warm spray of water, followed by Vegeta who stopped for a minute to undress himself.

"I missed you." he murmured, pressing his body against his mate's and nuzzling her neck.

"Oh poor Vegeta." Bulma teased, tilting her head to allow him better access to her neck. "Didn't get any for a whole day. What an ordeal it must have been for you."

"You have no idea little one." he whispered, moving up to lick her ear. "We are still in our official mating period you know. Hormones are raging." He began to move lower, kissing across her collarbone and down to her breasts, where he pulled one pink nipple into his mouth, his strong hand coming up to massage the other one.

"Vegeta!" Bulma gasped. "I…Oh…What if…someone…comes?" She was finding it hard to speak. Vegeta was right, hormones were raging. It was like her whole body was super-sensitized to his touch, his kiss. She just couldn't get enough of him. "Oh Vegeta! Please!" she whimpered, grinding her hips against his.

Vegeta started kissing his way back up to her ear, and Bulma writhed helplessly against him. "Not yet." he chuckled. "You still stink." Bulma's eyes opened wide with shock.

"How dare you!" she cried. "I ought to just mmmm…" she moaned as Vegeta grabbed the bar of soap and began to lather her body, his hands moving in slow, sensual patterns. He then moved her into the spray of the water so the cleansing bubbles would be rinsed away. Vegeta followed the downward path of the soap with his hands, gently rubbing and teasing her most sensitive spots.

Suddenly, Bulma pushed herself away from her mate, and grabbed the soap from its dish. "My turn now." she murmured, walking back over to him. She began to lather him up, in the same fashion he had used on her. Vegeta smirked, enjoying this little game, but gasped sharply as Bulma began to wash his tail. The overly sensitive appendage was curling frantically about, trying to grasp onto the hands that were pleasing it so well. Vegeta growled with need, trying to resist the urge to slam his mate against the wall and take her. "You like that huh?" Bulma giggled, running her hands along the slick, wet fur. All the Saiyan could do was moan in response, his whole body twitching with anticipation.

Bulma smirked and pushed Vegeta towards the wall. He stood there, facing her, wondering what she would do next. He watched with growing enthusiasm as she got down on her knees in front of him, and took his throbbing arousal into her mouth. Vegeta moaned and growled his pleasure as she worked him gently, using her lips and tongue to satisfy him. Vegeta's tail swished and twisted about in the air before finally curling under Bulma's body and inserting itself into her womanhood. She gasped and moaned softly, obviously enjoying the unexpected move. She continued with her ministrations, while his tail moved itself within her until both exploded, Bulma with a shrill cry of ecstasy, and Vegeta with a feral growl of rapture.

After recovering, Vegeta picked his mate up off the floor and lifted her up against the wall. Gently, he pushed himself into her warm entrance and began to thrust into her, using the pressure of his own body to keep her up. He knew he shouldn't be working her too hard, since she had just gotten out of the regeneration tank, but he found it hard to stop himself when she kept begging for him to go harder and faster.

After bringing them both to two torturously slow climaxes, Vegeta decided he had better let his mate rest. He pulled himself out and picked her up, carrying her out into the main shower room where he had left her towel. He grabbed two fresh ones, one for himself and one for Bulma, and threw the soiled one into the laundry bin. After drying off, he found them some fresh clothes and helped the exhausted Bulma to get dressed.

Later that day, Vegeta received a call from the Communications Wing. "Sir, I believe I have found the persons you are searching for." Tertank's voice sounded slightly crackled, coming through the vid-screen.

(Author's Note: Vid-screens are my Saiyan equivalent of a phone. Think of the hologram screen thingy that Bulma uses in DBZ to talk to Vegeta when he's in the gravity room, but smaller)

"All right soldier. I'll stop in later to check with you." Vegeta said, quickly turning off the vid-screen as he heard Bulma walk in.

"Vegeta…I was just thinking." she began. "What's going to happen to all the Yranians now that Orlis is dead? Won't they be mad at you?"

"There's no need to worry about that. Yranians are disgusting creatures, who care nothing for their comrades or even their king. They will blindly follow whoever is in power, but won't care in the least when that being dies. In the meantime, I've sent a team of Saiyans to Yran to keep order until I can think of something to do with them."

"Oh…okay." she murmured. "Vegeta?"

"Yes?"

"Just don't kill them." Bulma said quietly. "I know they've done some terrible things, including destroying my home planet, but please, I don't want them all dead. They were merely following Orlis and Frieza."

Vegeta looked over at his queen, amazed at her capacity for forgiveness. Vegeta knew that if it were he in her position, he would do anything to see the Yranians obliterated. Vegeta smiled reassuringly at her. "Don't worry. If it is your wish, they will live." Perhaps that was why he had chosen her to be his mate…she was so similar to him in many ways, yet completely different in others.

"Thank you." Bulma murmured, moving to embrace her mate. Vegeta returned the affection, wrapping his arms around her tiny waist. He would miss her when he left, but it would not be for long. A week or two at the most, he hoped, and it would be worth it when he got back.

"I have to go attend to some things down in the communications department." Vegeta said, pulling away. "I'll see you later tonight." He leant down and kissed his queen gently, then turned and walked out the door.

Vegeta was soon face to face with Tertank. "I believe they're on this colony right here. It's fairly isolated so I can see why they haven't been discovered yet." the young Saiyan explained. "It shouldn't take you more than a few days to get there with one of the new ships. It's a fairly peaceful place, so there would be no need to take troops, a few soldiers to man the ship would do fine."

"All right." Vegeta nodded. "I'll start making arrangements then."

"I wonder what Corky's doing." Bulma murmured, calling up the vid screen and dialing up Bardock's quarters.

"Hey Bulma!" Corky bubbled, popping up on the screen. "What's up?"

"Not much." Bulma replied. "I just wanted to see how you were doing."

"Oh I'm good." Corky laughed and blushed slightly, her hand absently moving up to scratch her neck.

Bulma noticed the slight flush to her friend's face, and watched as her hand moved to her neck to scratch an itch. It was noticed almost immediately, a little red mark in the well of Corky's neck. "Oh my god Corky!" Bulma gasped. "Is that a bite mark?"

Well, that's the end for now! Evil cliffhanger! Two of them! Sorry this chapter is so short; I've got a slight case of writer's block! Remember to review! And if there are any questions/comments, remember to send them to the email address in the author's note!