AUTHOR NOTES:
Hi! This is my new fic. It has two parts. This one is the first one. (duh!)
This is not like the other ones I've written =^_^=. This one is not related to them AND is not a strong lemon like them. Let's say this one is a soft lemon. So somehow this is a warning for you puritanical types. Skip the small parts that contain adult material. Don't complain to me later. I have already told you that there will be lemon or sex scenes, got it? Not as strong but it still has them. So don't read it if you don't like it. OK?
This one takes place in the present time and the future time where Mirai Trunks comes from. The parts written in black letters means that it is Mirai Trunks and Mirai Bulma's time. The ones written in blue color are in the Bulma and Vejiita's present time that we see in the series.
Hope ya like it! Tell me if you do or If you don't at shin_dragon@yahoo.es that's my email and is there for you to write me whenever you want.
Thanks to my friend Insane Dragon for helping me SO much with proof-reading my stuff, correcting it and always supporting me. ^_^ Sometimes It gets difficult when you speak another language!
Disclaimer:
All of the DBZ characters belong to Akira Toriyama and not to me, they are his creation and one else's. I have no money either so don't sue me. Repeat I have no money.
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An explosion was heard in the darkness of the night. She awoke immediately, knowing by instinct what it was, or worst who they were.
Two androids appeared from nowhere and they were destroying cities and killing people, killing her friends. West Capital City was not an exception.
As usual she didn't know where Vejiita was and now she had to protect herself and her six month old baby. She grabbed a coat, took some capsules and placed them in her pocket, then ran to the crib and carried Trunks out of the building where she knew they wouldn't come after her. The android's "interest" were the buildings not the woods and CC had lots of them.
::Damned Vejiita, damn you. How could that selfish arrogant bastard leave me alone?! ME? A pretty young woman! He doesn't even care about his son!:: She ran as fast as she could :: Why doesn't he care about us?::
Another explosion was heard this time louder and closer, making the baby cry "Shhh… Shhh Trunks, mommy's here!"
"So are we…" two voices said advancing towards her. She yelled, stepping back and hit something hard.
"Vejiita?!" Bulma looked at him relieved but then her eyes widened and she froze. Deep wounds covered his body. There was blood all over him and he looked to be in pain and completely worn out.
"Oh no… Wha-"
"Shut up!" He commanded. He looked at her in an odd way. The baby immediately recognized him and raised his arms to him as he always did. Even though he never carried him, Trunks never lost his hope that one day his father would embrace him. Vejiita looked at the baby's reaction and his face softened, then he looked at Bulma his stare so full of warmth and an intensity that made her knees weaken. Then he looked at the androids his smoldering eyes turning cold, merciless and hateful. Bulma shivered at the sudden change. She had never noticed how his look towards her would change, at least not that way.
"The woman and the brat are mine," 17 said to 18.
"I thought we were fighting. I don't feel like waiting . Stop playing games and let's go somewhere else," Vejiita hissed.
"Ok 17, you finish him off and I'll take care of the woman."
"What a waist of energy," Vejiita said deceptively. Bulma looked at him blankly.
"Why the sudden interest for a human Vejiita?" 18 said amused.
"They are nothing. They mean nothing to me! Why would I care about them? They are humans." He said angrily and despitefully. Bulma felt pain and dizziness. She couldn't believe what he had just said.
"Ok… if she's nothing to you, then you won't mind If I-" 18 shot a beam big enough to destroy the whole area. Bulma instinctively gave her back to protect Trunks with her body. The sound of the explosion almost left her deaf and then she felt warm and felt surrounded by a very familiar heat. She opened her eyes to find herself hovering in the air, Vejiita holding her and Trunks with one arm and shooting hundreds of beams to the ground with the other, then flying amazingly fast to the mountains near by, where there was a cave.
They landed softly and he kept looking at her, growling under his breath, not taking his eyes off of her. "Stupid woman," He muttered. But she hadn't heard the insult …He…he had just saved her and her baby's life?!
For a moment she felt awkward standing there with him as he stared at her not saying a word, just studying her with his eyes. It was then that she saw through their black depths, a darkness, the blood of many, a hate and destruction, but not towards her. Through their coldness she could see devotion. Complete devotion for her... and complete need. And she also saw something else. She saw pain. Not just physical pain, but a deeper pain he couldn't mask that ran deep inside…
Vejiita felt drunk has he lost himself in the depths of her eyes. Eyes as blue as Chikyuu's sky, a sky he'd flown over many times, the feeling of freedom around his body, fresh air in his face…. blue eyes like the sea, huge pools of life, water that refreshed his wounded soul and tired body. At that moment he understood what she truly meant to him and he realized what he felt under his skin all these months was the very feeling he hated the most.
He cupped one hand to her face hesitatingly and then returned it to its original position. The questions she had about certain actions he'd unconsciously done needed to be answered. It was time to tell her about them.
"I never told you…" he said dryly. "I made you my mate long ago. The scar I made on you, the one you were so angry about, means… union…. I thought you might want to know."
Bulma didn't know how to feel or react. She felt something in her heart, she didn't know what. He…had claimed her as his long ago and he never told her?! All this time she thought she was nothing more than a lover to him, not even his girlfriend.
So the bite had meant union? She had reproached him about the bite that first time. She had perfect skin and didn't appreciate Vejiita marring it. The scar had remained on her neck. She just didn't know… she was so angry at him for not being careful. She cursed him in four languages and he got really pissed with her. Really, really pissed.
Now that he had explained why he had bitten her… she realized now that he hadn't been just angry with her verbal insults, but he had been angry because he saw her reproach as a rejection of him. She hadn't known…had no idea she had rejected his offering. ::…union…:: She began to sob.
"Why did you wait until now to tell me this…Wh-" Her words died in his mouth as he kissed her with all his might, with all his soul, with all his being, memorizing the moment with his hot lips on hers. He suddenly broke the kiss looking in the distance outside the cave and gasped. Then he looked at Trunks sleeping form in her arms. "Our son… wasn't an accident either," he muttered against her face.
::Our? You've never referred to Trunks like ours! And what do you mean by *wasn't an accident* ? You acted like he was an accident…::
"What?! What do you -"
"He has my blood. He'll be strong."
"Vejiita …"
He let out a heavy sigh interrupting her. With one arm around her waist he pulled her closer to him and began to brush the hair at the back of her neck, making curls with his gloved fingers. "Good bye Bulma," he whispered against her cheek.
Trunks's whines woke her up. She was confused and disoriented… where was she? She saw Trunks, but didn't react to his cries. She felt a pain at the back of her neck. "Ouch…What the hell happened?" Bulma groaned as she made an effort to recall the events from the night before… :: Oh noooo..::
She felt numb but stood up and walked towards the caverns entrance. "Vejiita…" she whispered, embracing herself, feeling cold and afraid. Something was wrong. Something was really wrong. There was an emptiness that made her shiver… "I love you." Wind enveloped her body and taking her words where no one could hear them anymore. And not knowing why, she cried.
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Later she returned into the cave again conscience of Trunks's calls. She removed a capsule from her pocket and returned to C.C.
Everything was devastated, buildings destroyed. There had obviously been a huge fight, but there were no fighters to be seen. Bulma hurried towards her home. She had to see where he was but only saw Gohan ::Good:: "Gohan!!! Do you know where Vejiita is?!"
Gohan just lowered his face.
"Damn it Gohan. Tell me where he is! HE is Ok isn't he? Please tell me he's safe. Where is he!" Bulma cried desperately.
"Bulma… I'm so sorry. It was too… It had already happened when I found him... Sorry." Her heart sank..
"Found… him?….Nooo…."
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"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…"
She woke up in her bed covered in sweat, tears in her eyes, almost panting. What kind of dream was that?!
"Woman! What the hell is wrong with you?"
"N--No I it was just a- Vejiita?! You're alive!" She jumped into his arms, embracing him, laughing and then she started crying bitterly.
:: Stupid woman!:: Now he was totally confused. What was this all about? First she yells desperately. Then she was happy to see him and if he recalled well, just before they gone to sleep she had sent him to hell. And now she clung to him as if he were life itself, crying against his chest.
He was getting really annoyed, but he didn't do anything.
::Damn stupid bond… I never asked for it:: He could tell something was disturbing her deeply and it wasn't her recent actions that told him that. They shared a bond, it was like a window to the other's emotional state. Not that the bond told them exactly what was happening, but it did give indication if something was good or wrong with the other one… whether they were miles away or inches away, it was always present when one or the other had really strong emotions. Then he grinned. The only really good thing about the annoying bond was when they were during their -private affairs-, it was like having a double climax, his plus the intensity of hers.
Bulma finally quieted, but stayed on his lap, still embracing him.
"Care to explain what this little act of yours is all about?" He said angrily, one vein bulging in his forehead.
Instead answering, Bulma sat up on his lap and began to kiss him intensely, as if that was her last day with him. Vejiita put aside the past events, deciding to let her touch and kiss him in that rough and savage way. He let out a tiny moan and decided to lower his ki to a minimum to intensify the sensations. Now it felt like she was almost ripping his skin with her mouth. Bulma moved down Vejiita's chest going farther and farther down making him cry out aloud. He smirked. How much he liked this woman. Pleased with her sudden aggressive behavior, he decided that it was time for him to pay her back.
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The next morning Bulma awoke thinking about her dream. She didn't move as not to wake him. He was an extremely light sleeper. The most minimal sound always woke him up. A -warrior instinct-, he once told her. No wonder he always woke up so pissed. She had scared the hell out of him with her yelling. Bulma giggled as she looked at his body. It was the first time she had ever broke through his skin and she could tell that he loved it. She couldn't believe it, but yes, he had enjoyed it. :: You're a Masochistic bastard!::
Bulma sighed returning to her thoughts. The dream had felt too real to have been a simple dream or nightmare. It was so horrible. What was odd about her dream was that they hadn't known about the androids unlike like people in Mirai Trunks timeline. And what was even more strange was that the Androids in her dream had been like the ones in Mirai Trunks time. What perturbed her even more was that it had been nearly three years since Cell. Why was she dreaming about this now?
She touched the scar on her neck…. Why had what Vejiita told her… made her feel uneasy.
Everything felt real… the desperation and pain of not seeing him again. The anguish of not telling him what she felt, that she needed him too. But she had acted so foolishly.
She continued to wonder what made her dream that all her friends were dead. She had been upset because Piccolo was the first one the Androids had killed and the Dragon Balls disappeared with him. Wait a minute… could it be this is what happened in Mirai Trunks time? That these were the events of that future?! She must be going crazy. Neh… it couldn't be… One thing was for sure, if she felt that when Vejiita died it meant her other self felt it too.
The other Bulma was the real savior of this world. Building the time machine to warn her friends. That fact had changed everything. They owed something to that Bulma. And she knew how she could repay her. And it was not going to be an easy task, or maybe, just maybe, yes…
"Vejiita?"
"Humph"
"If I asked you for a favor, would you do it?"
"No."
"Arg! You are an impossible you little asshole!"
He laughed softly. "What happened last night?" He asked giving her his back.
"Nothing." She spat
"You wake me up with your loud shrieks. Then you laugh like an idiot. Then you drench my body with your stupid tears. Then you jump me in a frenzy. Yeah sure. You just need a psychiatrist. If a simple nightmare causes that type of reaction in you human… I suggest you should stop eating at nights," he said standing up from the bed walking towards the shower.
"I didn't see you complaining any afterward," she said almost inaudibly and he stopped and looked at her over his shoulder smugly.
"Murmuring behind my back? That is worthy of death. You can't talk behind a Prince's back…"
"If I counted the times you have threatened me…"
"I'm just planning a good death for you. One that includes a very slow…" Before she knew he was kissing her on the bed. Bulma hadn't even seen him move from where he had been standing. He had just suddenly appeared in front of her, pinning her beneath him, raising her arms above her head and began to kiss her neck and shoulders. "…painful…" he bit her, breaking her skin and lapping at the blood "…death." One of his legs opened hers roughly as he positioned himself in the middle of her and kissed her again.
"No." She said. Vejiita blinked. It was the first time she had ever said *NO* in how many years? Five? He had been FIVE years with her?! It seemed like a couple of weeks to him. He wasn't even close of tiring of her. Her denial made him want her even more and then he thought about what she had done to him the night before and it warmed him to the limit, making him almost blind with lust.
"Are you sure?" His deep voice muffled against her delicious skin, his hands touching everywhere.
"I… I have to go to work."
"Really? You don't sound like you want to."
"No…Vejiita." It was getting more and more difficult as he continued his advances. She was losing herself, "…stop…," her voice sounding weak in the room.
"Don't be stubborn and just let yourself go."
The heat of his breath on her skin, his burning flesh over her own, his teeth nipping her. "Please stop."
She felt him purr as he found one of the ample mounds on her chest and took it in his mouth. "…Bulma… do to me … do to me what you did last night…." That did it and she melted, becoming liquid in his arms. His masculine voice mixed with softness, seduction, insistence, and a hidden begging. "Touch me…" he muttered, brushing his body against hers.
She had to resist, it seemed impossible as she began to touch him and he relaxed under her hands and mouth but she had to try… His voice rang through her body, running through her veins. She could feel him trembling slightly. It was now or never.
"Vejiita? My favor would you do it?"
"I said no."
"Then forget it," she whispered in his ear. "See you later," she said kissing him on the cheek.
She was about to leave the bed when he grabbed her wrist. "Damn you! What the hell do you want?" He snarled, his pride completely wounded at the moment.
::YESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!::
"Hmm… I wanted you to see how my other self and Trunks are doing in the future. I just want you to look in on them and then return, it won't take you more than ten minutes, really."
"Now that's stupid…. You can't even help your own self, huh, woman?"
He threw her to the bed roughly. "Ten minutes?... I can deal with that, but this will cost you much more," he said between kisses "much more…"
Several hours later Bulma woke up feeling like she had just run a marathon. Her body felt heavy and weakened. Vejiita was staring at her, already bathed and dressed. "Wake up you wench, and Let's do this stupid thing of yours. "NOW."
Bulma smiled weakly. Well she wanted to make him do her favor but did it had to be now? She had no energy left to even stand up.
"I should have known." He lifted her and carried her towards the bathroom to bathe her.
"Vej-"
"Shut up before you make me regret this." He growled.
After a long bath she felt like new again and headed to the lab to prepare the new and improved time travel machine.
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Several years in a possible future.
Bulma went to her lab, feeling awkward, too many years ago she had a wound that had never stopped bleeding. A wound in her soul that made her feel miserable but just as she opened the lab's door she felt as if the wound had been healed.
She must be getting old or something or maybe it was like one woman had once told her, that she would wake up one day and she would not feel the loss of her loved ones. In her case, it never happened, she supposed, until today. She felt afraid. She didn't want to forget. She didn't want to forget him, not now, not never.
As she sat down to work on her project, she felt as if someone was watching her and she became uneasy.
"Trunks?" No answer. "Tunks?"
She snorted, but feeling increased. She was being watched and she knew by whom. But he was dead… He had been murdered many years ago, so he couldn't be…
Somehow when he was alive she could tell the difference when a normal person was watching her and Vejiita was watching her, but that was a long time ago. Her hair bristled. He may be gone but never forgotten. Funny, he had only been a couple of years with her but it seemed like longer. All those verbal fights with him, inner battles with herself, denials, doubts, then the sudden change that one night that had made up for all there years together, even though it had actually been two. She couldn't even remember when she had first fallen in love with him. She had just been ready to give herself to him completely that passion filled night and the ones that followed. It had been as simple as that.
At first she wondered if she was just attracted to his perfect body… covered by tanned bronze colored muscles from head to toe. He didn't look bad like those body building freaks. His muscles were compact, just sized right to his height. And the there was his burning soft skin…. The heat his body emanated, the softness of it… but she wasn't only in love with his body, even though everything about his body was perfect and perfectly *sized* -EVERYTHING-.
Then there were other things too. Like his temper, his cleverness. How he never gave up. His pride, his darkness. The fact that he was unreadable. The air of importance around him, his arrogance, his strength, his masculinity, his intelligence… his damned wit… all the things that made her angry and at the same time she loved. And then the one other thing she missed the most was his incredible passion. Something no one could ever see.
She remembered him watching her in the dark. She pretending to ignore him to make him get close to her. *NO!* She cut her line of thoughts not wanting to remember those times when he would walk up behind her and press her back against his chest, then feel him spread burning kisses on her neck as one hand would slid under her shirt and then under her bra until it reached one of the things that he liked the most to touch and squeezed it softly… his other hand on her thigh, sliding, bringing her skirt up with it up to her hips. His lips against her ears, whispering sensual proposition in his native language. For all she knew, he could have been swearing, but she loved the sound of those unknown words… Her line of thoughts violently broke as she felt something she hadn't felt in a long time and she began to shake. Her eyes began to water, she could smell him! His male scent. That delicious male, clean smell of his and she inhaled deeply.::…She could smell him…:: Her breathing became ravaged. A hand fell on her shoulder. Only one hand had that heat and was that heavy. "V- Ve-- Vejiita?!!!"
One corner of his mouth twitched upwards as he stared at her. "Hello woman."
End of first part I will post the next one soon but only If you like it. So Please REVIEW
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