Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, even though I wish I did but.. I also have no
money so don't take legal action on my butt, 'cause ya ain't gonna get
anything, unless you really want my socks. Anyhow ...
Author's notes.
Just to let you know this story has been a royal pain in my backside for sometime. I've always loved dissecting characters (its one of the things I'm good at according to my English high school marks) And I thought I'd write my own interpretation of character in this story. I was looking back on my prologue and the first few chapters while working on a new one and decided that I wasn't happy with this anymore. It's been posted from some time now but seeing as I was unsatisfied with it I took the liberty and revised. Hence why it's been a royal pain in the ASCII. To any of my fellow fan fic'ers who have already read this insanity please feel free to let me know what you think of the revision. Hopefully it clears anything that was slightly iffy up.
Oh, just to let you know sometimes our surly saiya-jin likes comes in to visit me, so if the author's notes contain any vulgarity it's his entire fault.
Thanks for taking the time to read this insanity and now on to the story.
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Prologue
Incoherent mumbling and shifting beside her woke Bulma from the warmth of sleep. Rubbing at her eyes with the heel of her palm, she sat up and glanced at the clock. This was starting to get out of hand. For the third time in two short weeks she was forced to reach out a gentling hand in order to soothe the pain from her mate's furrowed brow. Running out of ideas to calm his restless slumber Bulma tentatively inching towards him. Drawing closer she hoped that for once Vegeta wouldn't turn her away as was the norm.
Unlike previous nights, instead of grumbling and pushing her away, Vegeta surprised her by shifting and tightly returning her embrace. As he clutched her, Bulma was shocked to discover that he was actually trembling. Whispering his name worriedly at her discovery, she pulled back to question him. Not giving her the opportunity Vegeta tersely shock of his head silently demanding her not to ask. Pulling her back to him as if she was his proverbial life preserver he buried his face into her thick locks.
Completely at a lose as to what to do Bulma sat silently, slowly letting her hands trace the familiar lines of his taut back. As his body started to relax and his laboured breath slowed she risked a glance at his face. The sight that greeted her was something she thought she'd never be witness too. Vegeta's well guarded and usually intact mask of indifference had slipped, laying bear to her an image of complete emotional disarray.
Concern clouding her eyes, Bulma lightly cupped his face in an attempt to draw darkly shadowed eyes to her. "Vegeta, what's ... " She began but was quickly cut off by his seeking and demanding mouth.
A shaky, desperate voice soon reached her ears in the deathly silent room "Onna. Please. Don't." He whispered as he brought his mouth hungrily back to hers.
Protest silently forgotten on her lips, she gave in to his questing pleas and lay pliant before him. Giving Vegeta a chance to regain some semblance of control of the situations as he struggled to pull himself together again. His hunger was solely for himself, desperate to recapture what he had so sorely lost in the realm of his slumbering mind.
One sided as the act may have seemed, Bulma took greatly saddened pleasure in the fact that Vegeta sought her for comfort. Letting him use her for one night was of little consequence and was a great improvement from the usual act of locking it away. Beating himself to near death in the GR was a far cry from a healthy expression of emotional release and was not having a positive effect on either of them. Despite the reasoning behind the hungry need, Bulma sighed contentedly as she drew on step closer to understanding his lonely and darkly troubled heart.
Drawing ever closer to the chasm of pleasurable release, Bulma told her numbing mind that she would find out what was lurking behind that dark, haunting look even if it killed her. Then just as quickly as the events had begun, they took each other tumbling over the edge and quietly into the deep dreamless sleep of exhaustion.
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Melma's end cap ... Ahhh, that better. Please give my story a chance and keep reading. Its gonna get better I promise.
Author's notes.
Just to let you know this story has been a royal pain in my backside for sometime. I've always loved dissecting characters (its one of the things I'm good at according to my English high school marks) And I thought I'd write my own interpretation of character in this story. I was looking back on my prologue and the first few chapters while working on a new one and decided that I wasn't happy with this anymore. It's been posted from some time now but seeing as I was unsatisfied with it I took the liberty and revised. Hence why it's been a royal pain in the ASCII. To any of my fellow fan fic'ers who have already read this insanity please feel free to let me know what you think of the revision. Hopefully it clears anything that was slightly iffy up.
Oh, just to let you know sometimes our surly saiya-jin likes comes in to visit me, so if the author's notes contain any vulgarity it's his entire fault.
Thanks for taking the time to read this insanity and now on to the story.
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Prologue
Incoherent mumbling and shifting beside her woke Bulma from the warmth of sleep. Rubbing at her eyes with the heel of her palm, she sat up and glanced at the clock. This was starting to get out of hand. For the third time in two short weeks she was forced to reach out a gentling hand in order to soothe the pain from her mate's furrowed brow. Running out of ideas to calm his restless slumber Bulma tentatively inching towards him. Drawing closer she hoped that for once Vegeta wouldn't turn her away as was the norm.
Unlike previous nights, instead of grumbling and pushing her away, Vegeta surprised her by shifting and tightly returning her embrace. As he clutched her, Bulma was shocked to discover that he was actually trembling. Whispering his name worriedly at her discovery, she pulled back to question him. Not giving her the opportunity Vegeta tersely shock of his head silently demanding her not to ask. Pulling her back to him as if she was his proverbial life preserver he buried his face into her thick locks.
Completely at a lose as to what to do Bulma sat silently, slowly letting her hands trace the familiar lines of his taut back. As his body started to relax and his laboured breath slowed she risked a glance at his face. The sight that greeted her was something she thought she'd never be witness too. Vegeta's well guarded and usually intact mask of indifference had slipped, laying bear to her an image of complete emotional disarray.
Concern clouding her eyes, Bulma lightly cupped his face in an attempt to draw darkly shadowed eyes to her. "Vegeta, what's ... " She began but was quickly cut off by his seeking and demanding mouth.
A shaky, desperate voice soon reached her ears in the deathly silent room "Onna. Please. Don't." He whispered as he brought his mouth hungrily back to hers.
Protest silently forgotten on her lips, she gave in to his questing pleas and lay pliant before him. Giving Vegeta a chance to regain some semblance of control of the situations as he struggled to pull himself together again. His hunger was solely for himself, desperate to recapture what he had so sorely lost in the realm of his slumbering mind.
One sided as the act may have seemed, Bulma took greatly saddened pleasure in the fact that Vegeta sought her for comfort. Letting him use her for one night was of little consequence and was a great improvement from the usual act of locking it away. Beating himself to near death in the GR was a far cry from a healthy expression of emotional release and was not having a positive effect on either of them. Despite the reasoning behind the hungry need, Bulma sighed contentedly as she drew on step closer to understanding his lonely and darkly troubled heart.
Drawing ever closer to the chasm of pleasurable release, Bulma told her numbing mind that she would find out what was lurking behind that dark, haunting look even if it killed her. Then just as quickly as the events had begun, they took each other tumbling over the edge and quietly into the deep dreamless sleep of exhaustion.
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Melma's end cap ... Ahhh, that better. Please give my story a chance and keep reading. Its gonna get better I promise.