Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ You left your mark on me. ❯ Does anyone have a morning after pill? Or three? ( Chapter 16 )

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

YOU LEFT YOUR MARK ON ME.
CHAPTER 16 –  Does anyone have a morning after pill? Or three?
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DRAGONBALL/Z/GT.ALL CHARACTERS ARE A PRODUCT OF AKIRA TORIYAMA.This story may contain Nudity, Sexual Themes, Violence/Gore, Strong Language, Ideologically Sensitive.A/N: -thought-"speech"(mental speech)

Bulma stretched her stiff muscle and then blinked her blurry eyes.  The dream she had last night seemed so real and like it actually took place.  –Yeah, like Vegeta and I would…-  It was then she noticed how sore her muscles and the wetness of the sweat mixture between her thighs.  The hard warm body pressed against her back and the powerful arm draped across her middle were also clues that the events that took place last night were anything but dreamt up fantasies.  She slowly and as carefully as possible wriggled out of his arm’s grasp and slipped off the bed to the bathroom.
As soon as her other foot hit the floor she felt a hand gently circle her wrist and keep her from rising from the warm comfort of the bed.  “Leaving so soon?  I’m not quite finished with you yet.”  Vegeta said quietly and he moved his hand that gripped her wrist to her back and he stroked his fingertips smoothly along the subtle dips and ridges.
Bulma sighed in pleasure as she leaned into his relaxing touch.  When he stopped she turned to face her lover and moved to his side.  Vegeta raised her to straddle his hip and he pressed his firm shaft against her heated center.  She pressed against him allowing him to be absorbed into her smooth moist entrance.  Vegeta rolled onto his back bringing her with him.  As Bulma sat perched on her prince she rocked and swiveled her hips at a moderate pace until she found her natural rhythm that would soon bring them into ecstasy, thus bringing them into their second bout of lovemaking.

Vegeta dressed as the woman showered.  He pondered momentarily his future.  The woman was now a large part of it and soon so would be his heir.  He had yet to pick up on any new life from his new mate, but it was only a matter of time with her ovulating at the time of their mating.  That and the fact that saiyans were predisposed to be overly potent.  They were a warrior race and thus had evolved so that they could quickly recover their numbers.  He worried that she would be a hindrance for his upcoming battle with his former ‘master’, but quickly dismissed the thought.  He was now bound to protect her and he would not fail in that task.  
Bulma was now dressed and she felt revitalized with the refreshing effect of the warm shower.  Well after Vegeta finally left, that is.  She was surprised that the man got clean in there with her.  He could hardly keep his hands and other parts of anatomy off of her and wash himself.  –What is happening to us?  Not that I mean to complain.-  She sighed and walked down the ramp, with radar in hand, to meet an impatient saiyan outside.  Soon they were off to find the next dragon ball.

Hours later they tracked the next balls signal to a large white house like structure that was perched at the top of a very high pillar of Namekian earth.  Vegeta could sense several power levels inside.  One of those powers belonging to his rival, Kakarott.  They landed and out came a Piccolo lookalike and a smaller Namekian child.
“My name is Nail.  The elder is expecting you.  Follow me.”  His personality seemed much like the Piccolo that she knew, but this obviously wasn’t the same tall green man.  The child remained quiet but look at them in wonder.
Vegeta grunted which was more similar to a growl and followed the Nameks.  He was careful to keep himself in between the Namek and his woman as an added precaution.
“Bulma!  Vegeta!  We’re glad you could make it!”  Goku said with his usual glee.
“Hey guys!”  She greeted her friends: Goku, Krillin, and Gohan.  We tracked a dragon ball here.  Did you happen to find it?”
“Ah, so this is the talkative woman you have been telling me about.”  The ancient elder spoke as if answering a question that had plagued his mind.
It was then the noticed the dark aged Namek sitting in a very large chair which was adorned with one of the well sought after balls.  Bulma looked to Vegeta who was staring at the old Namek as if his eyes had been locked on the being since there entrance into the room.  Bulma then cocked her head at Goku. “Talkative woman?!”
Goku waved his hands in front of him as a sign of derision. “I-It wasn’t me… honest… Krillin-“  Goku attempted to pawn the blame of on the dwarfed man.
“Hey! GOKU!  Leave me outa this, will ya?”  Krillin whined in surprise as he was outed by who he thought was his friend.
Goku turned to his bald friend’s direction and place the back of his palm against his mouth in attempt to shield his words from Bulma.  “Shhh… but she’s scary when she’s mad!  You can’t really blame me.”
Bulma grit her teeth together and growled at the ‘dead man’. “I can hear you!”
“Enough bickering!  We were obviously expected here and I intend to find out why!”  Vegeta yelled as his patience had reached his limit.  He wouldn’t stand by and not defend his mate… though he wouldn’t say that was what he was doing and he managed to cover it up well.
“Ahem.  Yes.  Now come here child.”  He said softly as he motioned to Bulma to come forward.






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