Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vegeta's Tail ❯ Home ( Chapter 28 )

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Warning: Mini Lemon alert! ^^ Chapter 28 Home

It had been 8 hours since Bulma and Vegeta had disappeared into their spaceship. The Nameks kept vigil but tried to stay at a respectable distance. As Moori had advised it was better for them all not to know what the mammals where up to.

"Do you think we should go over there and ask if everything's okay?" One of the younger Nameks asked.

"Great Porunga no!" The older ones snapped. "It's bad enough having over hear..." He shuddered slightly, "all that.. animal... noise..."

"Don't strain yourself Dali," His friend assured him. "We don't want to be making you sick again."

"Yes, you're quite right Mallet, I shouldn't concern myself," Dali said. "They'll come out when they're ready."

"I just hope they don't try to... Oh no it's started again!" Mallet cried as he covered his ears. "Quick my friends get further back! We have to get out of earshot before..."

"Ahh my ears!" a young boy whined. "They sound in agony."

"Just get back everyone NOW!" Dali choked as he clutched his stomach. "Don't they ever stop..."

***

Inside the ship...

Bulma screamed out in bliss. She had awoken to find that she had fallen asleep on top of her Prince. Not only on top of but he was still inside her! It hadn't taken her long from being half asleep and wondering where she was till she knew exactly where she was and WHOM she was sitting on.

She gasped as she felt him harden within her. Vegeta's superior smirk greeted her sleepy gaze.

"Don't you ever sleep," she whispered to her husband.

"Not with your snoring, no." He quipped but kissed her forehead gently.

Bulma was used to the frequent contradictions only smiled as she stretched her arms up and over Vegeta's shoulders. "A girl can get used to this type of wake up."

"Like I would ever waste my time with you," Vegeta sneered playfully.

Bulma's tail whipped out from its sleeping position and started to twitch, "I know you too well Pooky."

"Pooky?"

"I decided to give you a pet name," Bulma giggled.

"I am the Saiyan Prince, not some pet!" Vegeta snapped. "You should show your mate more respect Woman!"

"Okay Prince Pooky," she teased.

"Damn it!" Vegeta growled as he pushed Bulma down on the bed. "How often will you keep testing my limits?"

"Well, Pooky I do like to try."

"Woman!!"

"Make me shut up Pooky," Bulma smirked.

Vegeta kissed her hard and fierce, letting his teeth almost bite into her. Bulma muffled the words, 'oh Pooky', that made the Prince pull up to glare at her.

"You're trying my patience," he spat, his own tail was now visible and lashed out like and angry cats.

"I just like to try," Bulma repeated as she tilted her hips, pushing herself further inside Vegeta. "There's only one way you can stop me.....Pooky"

"How about this?" Vegeta growled as he pinned her hands down and thrusted back down on the woman. Bulma gave another gasp, one that began with P and ended in y.

Vegeta's growl grew louder as his anger soared to new levels. His aura began to glow around him and Bulma began to feel the nauseous sensation that perhaps this time she had pushed him too far.

'I better give him a clue to this game I'm playing,' she thought hurriedly.

"There is one way to stop me," she said as she whispered 'Pooky', under her breath but it was still loud enough for Vegeta to hear. "You're going to have to make love to me right now."

Vegeta smirked. "But, I already am." And to demonstrate he leaned his hips forward so that his member rocked backward and forward, reminding her just how close he was.

"This is just sex..." Bulma moaned, still enjoying the sensation. "I want you Vegeta to make love to me.."

Vegeta cocked his head unsure what she meant. In his Warrior heritage there was no such thing as love. And it was still an alien concept to him. Even if she knew that her tail was proof of his love she needed to feel loved. Not just a desperate clamour of bodies and sweat like last night. But a warm sensual sensation that made her feel protected and secure.

Bulma held her breath unsure if she had actually had pushed him too far or if he was merely thinking of a rude comment to give her. It never came, all she got was an awkward silence as Vegeta continued to stare at her. Bulma opened her mouth to say something to break the silence but Vegeta's lips where pressed against hers.

It wasn't the desperate, clinging kiss as last nights but a warm gentle kiss. One that Bulma felt she could melt into, so soft and accepting that she could hardly believe it was the same ruthless man she had been afraid of a few days ago. Vegeta swept back her hair that still clung to her face. His arms encircling her in a firm embrace. Their bodies still merged but the small movement of their hips weren't the main focus. The soft kisses that where petted across each other's body.

It was so different for Bulma, every time she was with Vegeta it always seemed to be about the sex and getting inside her. Now he seemed to be more focused on breathing in her very scent, kissing her skin softly and cradling her in his arms. But she wasn't just lying back and accepting all this new attention from Vegeta. She managed to worm her tail around his thigh and held it tight, anchoring herself to him. Not that she needed much assistance, her husband was holding onto her making sure she wouldn't move away from him.

They rocked slowly back and forth each kissing each other. In every memory that Bulma had of Vegeta's kisses these were the tenderest. There was no nibbling or feral growl just the soft touch of lips. The rocking motion was starting to create friction inside Bulma. She could feel the warm glow of an oncoming orgasm, but it was just out of reach. Not that she cared she was enjoying the very moment of being held by Vegeta like a fragile doll.

Bulma knew there would be other times when she would want to be treated roughly and thrown about like a cheap whore. But this morning was different, she didn't need just sex she needed to know the man she was with really was Vegeta. The hell she had been experience in the past days she couldn't take anymore stress or excitement. What she needed was soft attention to be sure she really was loved.

As Vegeta being such a proud person that he was Bulma knew he would never speak openly to her about his feelings. Not unless he was about to die or something dramatic was happening. She accepted that in her warrior, that he was such a proud alien Prince of an almost extinct race. There was nothing she would want to change about him. He may seem cold and distant sometimes but as she'd come to learn over these few days that was because of his past that was unchanging. His sins may still not be forgiven by the Universe and even though she could never fully accept the atrocities he had committed. He had repented and was a changed Saiyan. He was her hero, even though Goku had been for a much longer time. She now understood the struggle he had to overcome to get where he was.

He had come far further than her childhood friend had, he had overcome greater odds. There was nothing she would want from him that he couldn't give or had already given her. Trunks, her son was waiting for her at home. She had thought she was never going to see him again.

"Am I too rough?" Vegeta asked noticing her tears.

"No, it's fine, I'm just so happy," Bulma sniffed.

He raised his eyebrow amused at the strangeness that was his woman. Kissing her cheeks he swept away the tears and continued to cradle her back and forth. Vegeta didn't want to say anything more; he was still amazed that Bulma was still coming back to him. She had now seen at first hand the monster he still was deep inside. Yet here she sat on top of him snuggling her head into his chest. Vegeta grunted as he felt her inner walls contract. Bulma from all the movement was starting to have a very slow orgasm.

She moaned as the warmth that had been building inside her started to take over any previous thoughts. All her other thoughts where pushed from her mind, it was just Vegeta and her. The orgasm grew bigger and she jerked her hips the emotion still washing over her building up to a louder and more pleasurable feeling. Vegeta groaned as he held her waist trying to keep her from lifting off too soon. The friction from Bulma's tightening was making him harder and he could feel himself coming. All too soon he would explode but he wanted his wife to feel every moment to ride the own wave that he had created for her. She rolled her head back shifting her weight so she could push as far down on him as she could, letting her whole body sense the exhilarating rush she was experiencing.

Bulma cried out as Vegeta's member throbbed with his own orgasm, making her scream louder. Her body convulsed and shook of its own accord as she experienced her ecstasy at full force. As the feelings subsided they where both left in a soft afterglow. Bulma cuddled into the strong chest of her husband.

"I love you Vegeta," she whispered while the Saiyan prince remained silent holding her in his grasp.

******

After a shower and getting changed into clothes the couple emerged out of their ship. Around them Nameks where clutching their heads and moaning in agony.

"Um, hello?" Bulma called out to them.

"Strange creatures," muttered Vegeta.

"Let’s go find Moori and say goodbye to all our friends," Bulma said.

Vegeta grunted, not wishing to think of anyone really as friends.

"How can you be so grumpy after you just got some?" Bulma asked.

"It's a skill," Vegeta grumbled and picked Bulma up flying towards the main Namek settlement.

Moori waved to them expecting their arrival, from what his children had been telling him the two had experienced a very eventful night.

"I suppose you'll be leaving us now," he said to the two of them.

"I think I've caused enough damage and I really should be getting home to my son," Bulma explained. "I expect my parents will be wondering what happened to us."

"At least you have a story you could tell them."

"Heh," Bulma choked not sure if she'd like to fill in any details to her mother. "I think it will have to be the cut down version there's just some things you don't want your parents to know."

Vegeta made a noise in the back of his throat as he was thinking of the same thing. There was nothing he'd like the rest of the world to know about. His private life was just that private; it was irritating him enough that the Nameks knew of the 'tail incident.'

"We've rounded up as much provision as you might need," Moori said. "We don't eat ourselves so you might want to check some of the stock."

"I'm sure it'll be fine," Bulma assured him.

"We'll check it," Vegeta huffed. "The last thing we need is to be poisoned. We're going home and nothing is going to stop us."

Bulma smiled at his gruff speech, 'He said home.'

"We'd lay on a party for you but most of my children are still upset about the killings," the Namek father said.

"We understand," Bulma sighed, "I'd still be upset as well, but I don't want to stay longer than I have to. I need to go as Vegeta said home."

Moori bowed to Bulma and Vegeta, making the other Nameks bow as well.

"I wish you a good journey," he said.

Bulma gave everyone close to her a hug. She had put them all through allot that wouldn't had happened if she hadn't decided that Vegeta needed to get his tail back. She still blamed herself for everything that had happened. Even if everything was peaches and cream the nagging thought inside her still remained.

"Bulma..." growled Vegeta from the distance, "let's go."

She waved some more screaming goodbye to everyone she had missed hugging. But she was grabbed roughly by Vegeta.

"I said, let's go," he flew them back to the ship without another word but plenty of blue words from Bulma. The supplies where as Moori said outside waiting to be taking into the cargo hold. Vegeta sniffed it all and grunted some form of approval because it was taken directly inside.

"I'll just make a few checks, fill up the tanks and we should be all set,” Bulma said.

Vegeta nodded, "then I am going to meditate."

Bulma sighed; he was back to his old ways. The lack of death threats where pleasant and even his gruff mumbles where music to her ears. She hummed happily as she set about preparing the ship. Even with the attack Cerci had committed to the ship it was in excellent condition.

The memory was starting to fade with their first encounter. Something about her venom made it hard to differentiate between an illusion and reality. She was sure Cerci had come through the ship's control panel. 'It was as if she was some sort of ghost,'

She checked the scars on her arm, they where real enough to convince her it was incredibly real. The ache in her muscles, not just from the sex but from the exhaustion of the ordeal. The witch had put Bulma through hell; she wished she had made the wench suffer like she had. The lance should have been stabbed in her slower, maybe twisted a bit more.

Bulma recoiled from her self as she saw she had been twisting her checklist into a crumbled knot. 'I will definitely need therapy after this.'

"Servebot #42, how is the engine checks?" Bulma called into her intercom.

A text message was sent back from the droid giving her the full schematic.

"Okay, still a few things to fix," she sighed, "hope Vegeta is entertained enough with his meditation."

**

Vegeta was as it occurred deep in thought. He had plenty of time last night to evaluate everything after the sex he and Bulma had shared. She was still not at the peak of her physical condition. The witch had affected Bulma allot deeper than she was letting him believe. The fact of this morning's action's still seemed strange to him.

She had been more aggressive and perhaps a bit too needy for his liking. He wanted a mate that would be independent and not have to be reliant on him. He had other plans and ideas to continue. She was after all the intermission before he faced off against his nemesis. Kakarrot was all he could think of when he was alone.

When he was beside Bulma he would think of her and wish to make love to her. He would put up with his son because he made him proud, to carry on his race in such a strong offspring. Even is wife's own parents where distractions he allowed, the flirting from Mrs. Briefs and the scattered old man where not his enemies.

No in the end, Bulma would have to be independent because he would defeat Kakarrot even if it meant his life and soul.

"Vegeta, everything's set," Bulma called out, "get your cute butt in the cockpit and be ready for takeoff! We're going home!"

The Prince smirked, 'yes home, where I can finally find out if my power is enough to surpass Kakarrot.'

"Whoo-hoo! We're going home!" Bulma cried, "I can't wait to see everyone again!"

"Just so long as you're sure everything is safe," Vegeta rumbled, "nothing is going to stop us from going home."

"Oh please!" Bulma scoffed, "this is Bulma Briefs you're talking to! You did marry a genius; we'll be home as fast as this ship is can go!"

"That sounds acceptable," he said sitting down.

"You're a sweetheart Pooky!" Bulma teased as she kissed his cheek. She shrieked as she was burned slightly by his ki flaring.

"Okay, okay I take the hint," she huffed, "bad Bulma, no more Pooky game, just promise me you'll punish me later!" Rubbing her sore lips she set the controls for blast off. Vegeta stayed quiet slipping back into his private thoughts again.

His wife may be happy now but perhaps when she realised how little he had changed then she might think differently. 'Everything may be sunshine and hearts in your world Bulma, but demons still lurk in mine.'

The ship took off into the air, watched by the hundreds of Nameks that had gathered. They where all glad to see the troublesome two return home. Soon the ship became a distant speck in the sky and seemed like a sparkling star.

Vegeta and Bulma watched from their cockpit window the green planet of Namek becoming smaller and smaller. Whatever fuel the Namkin's had supplied them was propelling the ship faster than before.

Bulma let a tear fall from her eye as she finally realised, 'I'm going home.'

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Author's Note: Oh....my.....gods! I updated! I really did! I'm sorry for the humongous delay but it was a mixture of writer's block, real life crisis and neither the time or will to write. I knew what I was going to write but I couldn't find the words and well as you know in a story words matter! ^^

A big thanks to all the supportive e-mail I received. I know it's hard when a story you're following just stops. Trust me I'm a reader too so I know the pain.

Special thanks to Emily Kline, who sent me heaps and heaps of e-mail. I was going to reply but arrgh sorry, here's a name check in my story hope that helps!

All those people waiting on my other stories (especially Neko Love), they should be happening soon! Maybe in March. (Maybe)

But these things can't be rushed, when they're rushed they have mistakes and I have enough corrections to make anyway!