Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ What You Wouldn't Think ❯ I Want Your Blood ( Chapter 38 )

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

Chapter Thirty Eight: I Want Your Blood It was dark. All the lights in the house were off except two. One, which was Vegeta's room, and two, which was Vegeta's bathroom. The lights were slightly dimmer in the bathroom, for it hurt Bulma's eyes. She was practically immobile, unable to move in her increasing weakness. Therefore, Vegeta was her ever-so willing servant. Bulma felt her clothes fall away from her as she leaned weakly against Vegeta's chest. In the next moment she felt him sweep her up in his arms, and he stepped carefully into the hot tub, which was placed strategically next to the shower. Her breath hissed out from between her teeth as he lowered them both into the steaming hot water, and then she literally melted against him as he put her into a more comfortable position on his lap. Her arms found their way around his shoulders, twirling the hair at the base of his neck with errant fingers. He started to purr wickedly in satisfaction, a marvelous sound that she found that she was falling in love just as much as she was the man. She sighed and stopped, getting a small smile on her face when he continued the soft rumbling sound in his chest. She had to admit that she was surprised he wasn’t all over her, considering how her chest was pressed against his. The vibration of his purr against her skin made it feel tingly, and her smile got bigger. She still couldn’t believe he wasn’t ready to toss her into bed and have his wonderful way with her. He wasn’t even showing any outward signs of wanting to do anything either. She looked up for a second, her happy smile becoming lazy. His head was resting against one of the built-in cushions, his eyes closed. He almost looked like he was asleep. Sounded like a good idea to her. She yawned, her arms tightening briefly around him as she squirmed around to get comfy again. Vegeta cocked open one eye, growling as he said, "Stop moving around, Onna. I'm trying to relax." "Sorry, 'Geta. Just so...tired." He forced her to sit up, and her eyes slid open tiredly. "Hmm? What are you doing?" She seemed so exhaustingly tired that he felt a pang of guilt. Oh well, might as well just get this over with. "Onna, just lay still. I'm going to—" His speech was silenced when she made a low sound in her throat, and he found himself unable to say anything more after that interruption. He just quickly disentangled her from his body, and flipped her around, pushing her up against the cushions he had just vacated. "Vegeta? Don’t do this...I'm too tired to participate." He shook his head as he started to nibble on her ear. "You don’t have to do anything, I'll do everything. Just sit back and enjoy." She sighed, not giving a fight as his lips found the sensitive curve of her neck and pressed a few burning kisses there. His hands trailed up her sides and cupped her breasts, his fingers brushing lightly over her nipples. She was about to protest when his lips left her neck and took one into his mouth, teeth lightly nipping and sending a wave of heat straight through her. She moaned, unable to help herself. She felt horrible about not being able to barely move her arms, let alone a finger to help please him back, and when she tried, he just shoved her hand back down, telling her not to move. She gave up again, reclining her head back against the soft pillow and letting Vegeta do whatever he wished with her. She wouldn’t be able to stop him even if she tried, so she just closed her eyes and gasped and moaned when he did something she particularly liked, which was almost everything. She opened her eyes a brief moment when she felt his hand dip into the hot water, sliding up her thigh and moving upward. She gave a disappointed whimper when he skipped right over the place where she wanted them the most, and he settled his hand over her stomach. His mouth went back up to her neck, where he lightly sucked before he found her mouth, giving her a startlingly gentle kiss. She tried to lift her arms up to wrap around his neck, but they were too weak. He pulled away, whispering in her ear, "I can feel a slight curve." She comprehended what he was talking about when his hand on her stomach moved. "Really? I haven't really noticed." He smirked. "You can barely tell. Don’t worry about it. Just relax. Fall asleep if you want to." "I don’t think I could even if I tried, Vegeta. Not right now." He chuckled and resumed his torture of her soft body. He wasn’t doing this for himself, he was doing it for her. He had to do this to save her. Her life, and his child's was on the line. He took a deep fast breath and spread her legs, his hand leaving her stomach to skim back down. He covered her mouth again right when she tensed and moaned, and she parted her lips further so she could kiss him harder. Her arms seemed to gather enough strength so that she could dig her nails into his shoulders, and he deepened his kiss and his fingers at the same time, evoking loud moans from her in the process. She gasped when he slipped a finger inside her, pressing hard upward as he did so. She bit her lip to fight back a cry, but she couldn’t help herself when his hand left, and it was replaced by one hard thrust. His pace was slow, but it started getting more desperate in only a few moments. She could tell he was struggling with himself, but she didn’t know why. She couldn’t really pay attention at the moment.... "Bulma." She opened her eyes, meeting his fevered gaze as she did so. She opened her mouth to ask him what he wanted, and a stifled moan came out instead. He smirked, and then gritted his teeth and gripped onto her hips to stop himself. She cried out when he did, and her eyes shot open when she felt the familiar presence of his tongue on her cheek. She had the incredible urge to do it back, and soon their tongues were all over each other's faces, some unknown force driving to run their tongues all over one another's face. Vegeta was growling, Bulma was moaning, and it seemed like only mere seconds went by when his tongue left her face to trail down to her neck. She felt a demanding impulse driving her to do the same, so she did. She was experiencing some need to be violent with him, and she raked her nails as hard as she could down his shoulders to his back, leaving bloody trails in the process. He groaned against her skin, grinding his hips against hers sharply. She cried out, her nails digging into his back deeper. He started moving inside her hard, almost brutally as he sucked roughly against the skin on her shoulder. It started to sting painfully, but nothing prepared her for when he bared his sharp teeth and sank them into her shoulder. She screamed, her body confused as to the pleasure and pain. Her eyes widened, getting the impulse to do the same to him. She wanted to inflict pain upon him, wanted him to hurt like her...but she didn’t at the same time. She opened her mouth, baring her own teeth as they pierced through his skin. He jolted, and his hold on her hips tightened as he felt his blood seep out of the wound and down his chest as she bit down and sucked as hard as she could. He could tell she was getting the violent urges also, and he felt the moment her pain went away and was replaced by instant pleasure. The same happened to him, and his mouth left her shoulder to mix with hers. She had his blood all over her face, and his hers. His mouth seized hers, his tongue instantly finding hers and almost attacking it. They tasted each other's blood, and they nearly brutalized each other to get more. Bulma felt like she was being raped, but it felt so good that she didn’t care about the pain. She felt her tiredness ease away, and became aware of her own strength as it did. She wrapped her legs around his waist and started moving against him, her nails still buried deep within the skin of his back. Vegeta detached his mouth from hers, and got a brief glance at the blood streaming down from her shoulder and past her breasts, mixing in with the swirling and bubbling water around their bodies. He started laving her face with his tongue, cleaning away the red liquid. She did the same, and only after a moment their tongues twirled together, tangling in an attempt to get as much as they could. Their bodies moved in unison, holding each other close as they both reached a violent climax. They both cried out, their ears ringing at the sound. They went utterly limp, unable to move even if they tried. "Onna...." She barely even heard it, and all she could do was groan back in response because her voice was so hoarse from screaming. "Do you feel any better?" he asked, his own voice scratchy. He tried to move, but found that even with all his own power and strength that he couldn’t. She checked her body, finding that she didn’t feel so oddly sick like she had before. She cleared her throat, trying to find her voice. "Wha-what did you do?" He closed his eyes, resting his head on her still-bleeding shoulder. "I'll explain it later." She nodded, closing her eyes also. They both soon found themselves falling asleep, either that or passing out. They didn’t know, nor did they care. All they knew was that they needed sleep.