Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Violent Love ❯ The Love ( Chapter 4 )

For the next few days she did her best to avoid him and when she was stuck in the same room she accepted and didn't fight anything he threw at her. She did everything he wished and did not retort when he commented on her lack of ability to cook or any little ugly comment he gave her.

Maybe he had gone too far. He had had a right to be angry with her, maybe even threaten her life but to kiss her and then slap her and leave her in a complete state of shock might have been overwhelming.

But then again why did he care. She had tricked him and caused him to delay a whole day from training in order to tend to his wounds.

But still he missed the fire in Bulma. The spunk and wit that interested him in her had died down and he missed her.

The next day after he had comment on her horrible breakfast he caught her glimpse of glaring at him. She was coming back.

He waited until after lunch when her parents left and she was cleaning the dishes. He stood by the table watching her.

She had been surprised when he hadn't insulted her cooking but dismissed it.

“Woman,” he started unsure of what he was about to say.

She half turned expecting that he had already left.

“I realize that I might have gone over board.” He stated. He wasn't about to apologize but he might as well give her the impression that he was going to. “However your little tactics are useful.” She half smiled. “Indeed they will help me accomplish getting stronger to kill kakarrott.” Her smile disappeared.

“That wasn't what they were designed for.”

He growled but smiled inside. His onna was back. His?

“If I remember correctly wench they were designed to wound me were they not?”

“Well yes but they were also supposed to help you train for defeating the androids not to kill one of my best friends.” The dish she had been cleaning she slammed into the sink which it then splintered into tiny pieces. She was livid from bottling up all his bullshit for days on end.

“Being made for and what its used for can be two very different things woman.”

“Why? Why do you have to build your life of revenge and torturing others? Does it really pleasure you? Does it make your life worth living, knowing that you make others suffer?”

“You know nothing about me woman.” He growled growing frustrated.

“No you're wrong I know enough.”

He shrugged and started up the stairs but didn't get far without her following him.

“You were abused and battered as a child by frieza weren't you? So you built your life on revenge to kill him but when Goku killed him you had to swear vengeance on Goku too. So now your focused on killing him but you can't because you not strong enough!”

They reached his room and he was about to slam the door in her face but she was faster. She slipped into the room continuing her charade.

“And because you can't beat him your frustrated so you take it out on me with your smart ass comments and-“

“Shut up woman!”

“-ugly little phrases! You'll do anything to upset me and make me fight with you! Even try and bullshit apologize-“

“Shut up before I dispose of you!”

“-to me well it aint working asswipe! You-”

He drowned her out. Here she was in his room lecturing him about his life. He knew he would miss her if he killed her or would regret if he hit her to shut her up. He just couldn't think of any other way to shut her momentarily ugly lush mouth.

“-how can you be so cruel to me after all I've given you! A place to live, free food-“

He growled frustrated to the limit. He did the only sensible thing he knew to do.

“-And even let you use and let me say break the gravity machine! And I fix it for you everytime-“

He kissed her. He tangled his hand in her hair gripping her head firmly and kissed her, nibbling her bottom lip until she gasped so he could slipped his tongue inside her mouth. He groaned finally sating his curiosity. Her hands squeezed his biceps and his other hand spread between her shoulder blades pressing her hard against him.

She moaned as his tongue battled hers waging a war that had been dying to take hold for days, maybe even months.

She moaned as he gently bit her lip before placing butterfly kisses along her jaw and down her neck briefly stopping to nibble on her color bone.

“Vegeta…” She sighed stroking his neck lightly raking her nails down his back.

He grunted half coherent, to distracted by her addictive taste.

He locked mouths again pressing his arousal against her belly. She gasped wrapping her arms around his neck. He grabbed her ass picking her up and instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist. He turned and walked to the bed, tossing her on it.

He pulled at her cloths ripping buttons off her shirt and ripping the seam of her pants. He fiddled with her bra utterly confused but she slapped his hands away and unclipped it, throwing it over his shoulder. He stood and rid himself of his clothing as she watched in awe.

She never had truly realized how sculpted he was. Where one muscle ended another began, rippling all over his body. She suddenly sat forward and stroked the crease of his abdomen with her tongue granted with a groan. She slipped her tongue into his navel as he hastened to rid himself of his pants. Once removed he pushed her back onto the bed.

He laid beside her, his hand traveling up her thigh to her panties which with a quick twist of the wrist was torn from her body.

She gasped as his hand rubbed over her curls and his mouth found her neck lightly scraping his fangs along her flesh. His hand lowered brushing against her clit and she involuntarily thrust her hips to meet his hand. His middle finger dipped between her flesh to her wet spot where he rubbed until she was panting and moaning with her back arched up off the bed.

When he pulled his hand away and lifted himself from besides her she whimpered but her eyes opened wide when she felt his lips brush against the inside of her right thigh.

His tongue whipped out and flicked at her clit and she reared off the bed wrapping her legs around his neck.

His hands came up to pluck her craving to be touched nipples, slightly twisting and pinching them until she gasped.

He viciously thrust his tongue against and inside her and she shuddered and wiggled in ecstasy, but right as she reached the peak he pulled away.

She looked at him sending a thousand daggers as he picked her up around the waist with one arm and scooted her back up on the bed.

He sat up on his heals leaning over her while supporting himself with one hand as his other played with her mound. He lightly brushed his fingertips against her as she moaned thrusting her hands up into his hand. His finger entered her as little as possible circling and rubbing.

“Vegeta…”

She wrapped her arms around his neck trying to pull him down ontop of her but failed miserably.

His thumb rubbed her clit and she shook moaning arching her back off the bed.

He continued his little ministrations until she opened her eyes into slits and looked up at him longing.

She could see the waiting in his eyes but didn't completely comprehend.

“Vegeta…”

He thrust his finger into her harder her climax building as he continued to massage her clit but again right as she reached the peak he pulled away.

“Vegeta…” She whimpered, “What…”

“Beg little one,” He whispered trailing his fingers up her body to her mouth where she willingly sucked her juices off his finger.

She looked at him oddly. Beg?

“Vegeta…please…” She said turning her head with shame and lust arching her back one more.

“You call that begging?” He snorted. “Dogs beg better than that woman.” He said thrusting his finger into her again.

She gasped and moaned and then whimpered as he removed his finger.

She had not begged for anything in her life and certainly not to get laid. Now that she thought about it she had always been in control and she had always liked it like that.

Her hand found its way up his leg to between his thighs where she wrapped her hand around him. But he growled grabbing her hand and thrusting it away.

Her mind scrambled as she attempted again raising her hips to brush against his.

He groaned as her mound came into contract with his member but he placed a hand on her belly pressing her down into the bed.

She whimpered but unready to give up resorted to her last option.

Her hand snaked down her body between her legs and she rubbed herself before slipping two fingers inside. She moaned thrusting her fingers frenziedly into herself as he watched intently.

He growled louder slapping her hand away.

If she was going to be pleasured he'd be the one pleasuring her.

She frowned biting her lip. He snorted impatient and leaned over her pressing himself against her.

She gasped spreading her legs further to cradle him. When he rubbed against her, using all his self restraint, she moaned unable to resist any longer.

“Vegeta….Vegeta-sama…please..take me...please…hurry…fuck me...Vegeta no Ouji.”

He moaned and let go of his self control thrusting deep and hard into the onna beneath him.

She moaned so loud it was music to his ears. As she was about to wrap her arms and legs around him he grabbed her calves and pulled them up so her ankles were on his shoulders.

After giving her a fraction of time to adjust he began to move with in her pumping slowly at first and gradually building speed and rhythm.

He wasn't sure how much her little body could handle but as she moaned for him to go faster and harder he couldn't hold back any longer.

Bracing his hands on either side of her head he slammed into her harder and faster and rougher with each thrust until she was bucking uncontrollably underneath him. He grabbed her hips steadying her as he continued and didn't wince as she screamed in pleasure from her first actual orgasm.

After her fifth orgasm she raked her nails down his back drifting from the heavens and as her fingers rubbed against the base of his spine he tensed moaning. She pushed it barely conscious from her throws of pleasure hearing him groan as his fingers gripped her hips harder digging into her skin. She rubbed and pushed until he grunted and thrust into her a final time throwing his head back and groaning something incoherent.

He collapsed ontop of her and her legs found their way around his hips and her arms around his neck as he nuzzled her neck.

“Vegeta-“ She began only to scream as his fangs sank into her flesh.

She beat and clawed at his back until his tongue became a sedative licking at her wound tasting her blood.

He lifted his head and kissed her, her blood lingering on his tongue.

When the kiss broke she sighed.

“Vegeta…”

“Yes?” He said between licking her wound.

“ I saw a bite mark on Chichi…Does this mean what I think it does?”

“Hai.”

“Vegeta?”

“Hai?”

“I love you.”

He only grunted in response which caused her to smile.