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She made a bee line right to his door.
She wasn't sure exactly what she was going to say to him, but nonetheless, there she stood at his door and before she knew what she was doing, she was knocking on his door.
The door flew open almost immediately, revealing Vegeta."What-" she didn't let him finish. She flung herself onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissed him as if her life had depended on it. It was as if her body was on autopilot. And slowly her mind followed suit, as the tingly feeling intensified as she latched onto his body.
His eyes widened in sheer shock but then closed and to her relief, he kissed her back, wrapping his arms around her waist and back. He kicked the door closed and backpedaled so his back was flush with the entry wall of his room, without unlocking their lips.
He too was feeling the effects.
The kiss set them both a blaze. No words were exchanged as they both starting tearing one another's clothes off. They were acting like animals, growling and grunted as lust overtook the two of them.
He hoisted her up and turned them around so her back was now against the wall, her legs wrapped securely around his waist. She let out a gasp as he nipped at her neck and collarbone, making his way down to her chest. His playful tongue flicked and licked her jaw line and the sides of her neck, causing goosebumps to erupt over her arms. She moaned as she nibbled on her ear and stroked her hands up then down his muscular chest, making a shiver go down his spine.
"This crazy…" She breathed. "This is happening too fast…what has come over us?"
It was, he thought to himself, but it felt right. This was heaven.
He paused and looked at her. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked hesitantly.
"God no." she breathed against his neck. That's all he needed to hear. He brought her into another soul tingling kiss as he hefted her up again and carried her into his bedroom and gently laid her on his bed. She didn't let go of her grip of him with her legs. Their hands roamed each others bodies, teasing and caressing. She arched her back, silently pleading for him to stop teasing and get down to business reached down and ripped her underwear off, the only thing she had left on, and tossed it over his shoulder.
This was not how he went about this… He was acting like a hormonal teenager, not an experienced man that he prided himself to be. Foreplay with the two of them was almost non-existent, something he truly loved to take part in. But with her, he couldn't help himself, for the first time in his life, he was thinking with his dick and there was no reasoning with it. He did the same with his boxers and wasted no time and thrust himself into her, earning a gasp and then a moan of pleasure from her. He wanted to slow down, and savor every moment, but her body begged for more, as did his. She moaned again into his ear, as she arched her back off of the bed and squeezed her legs tighter around his waist.
"Ah!" She exclaimed. "Please, Vegeta! Don't stop."
He growled. He couldn't stop if he wanted to. The familiar pull at his groin, telling him his end was near made him want to cry out in frustration. They had just started! Mercifully, he felt her inner walls start to contract. He thanked his lucky stars that they both were coming at the same time. It would have been embarrassing if she hadn't. As they both climbed and spiraled downward with pure pleasure, it felt as if their souls melded into one.
And that is exactly what was happening. Flashes of memories, feelings and thoughts flooded their minds. The intensity of the experience made the two hold on to each other as they rode out the awesome and confused experience and soon they fell into unconsciousness.
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The soft glow of the alarm clock told Bulma it was 2:36am. She tried to shift a bit and noticed that she was pinned by a muscular arm that was securely wrapped around her waist. She followed the arm up to it's owner and saw Vegeta, peacefully sleeping on his side facing her.
If you told her a week ago that she would be sleeping in the Prince's bed after having the fasted but most intense sex session of her life, not once but three times in one night, she would have laughed in your face.
She traced her fingers along his jaw line, admiring his handsome features. 'So beautiful.' She thought to herself. It weird. She felt so…at home being next to him, wrapped in his arms. She couldn't explain it…did someone drug her? What the hell was happening?
"I am not beautiful, Human." He growl sleepily. His eyes opened and saw hers were as big as saucers. He chuckled with amusement at her baffled look. 'It's the bond.' He told her telepathically.
"We're b-bonded?"
'Yes' he said again mentally, just to prove that she wasn't hearing things.
She shot up and looked at him as if he'd grown a second head. "How did this happen? What does this mean for us?"
He gave her a smirk and laid on his back, bringing his arms behind his back. "I was ignoring the signs. It wasn't until last night before you stormed my room that I came to realize that we were…" He searched for the word "-destined to be bonded."
She raised her eyebrows in confusion. "Destined?"
He nodded. "Yes, I believe that since we were children we have been fighting the attraction of the bond. That is why we bicker for no reason. Also, you know the feeling you get every time we touch?" She nodded. "Well that was the bond making itself known to us."
She punched him in the shoulder. "You felt it, and didn't tell me? I even asked you one time if you did!" she huffed at him. "And here I thought I was going crazy!"
"I know. I was ignoring it."
"You mean you were in denial." She glared at him crossed her arms playfully, giving him a pouty lip. He sat up and grabbed her ankle, causing her to fall on her back and moved on top of her so he was straddling her. "Yes, I was. And I probably would still be, if it weren't for you, jumping my bones last night."
She looked him in the eye now, worried. "Are you unhappy about me, coming to you last night?"
"No." He brushed a lock of blue hair out of her eyes. "No, I'm not." He traced her full lips with his thumb. "It's strange, I never would have thought in a million years, you would be my bonded mate." He shook his head in slight disbelief. "I feel so… at peace and strong at the same time." He shook his head slightly. "When I'm with you, I feel invincible almost."
She brought her hand up to his face as he leaned into it. "I know exactly how you feel. I feel the same with you, when I'm with you, I feel safe and warm, I feel that as long as I'm with you, every thing seems right… but then again, it just may be the aftermath of some amazing sex" she smiled wryly at him.
"Hmph, damn right it was amazing." He said as bent down and pulled her into a kiss.
*0*0*0
They were jarred awake by a loud knock at his bedroom door.
"What the fuck?" Vegeta jumped up from his bed and went up to the door. "Who is it?" He yelled at whoever dared to come into his living quarters, without permission.
A small child's voice chimed through the door. "It's Vaneesa. Momma sent me to get you and Bulma for breakfast, you better be dressed cuz I'm coming in, in 5, 4-".
"Shit." Bulma whispered. She flung the comforter on top of her, concealing herself. 'Vegeta you're naked, cover up!'
He grabbed a discarded sheet that was on the floor just as Vaneesa opened the door.
"3,2,1!" She burst in.
"Vaneesa," He roared, silently thanking Bulma for closing the door behind her last night after retrieving water for the two of them. "what did I say about barging in? And how in the bloody hell did you get into my quarters in the first place?"
She giggled at him but her giggled ceased as Vegeta growled at her again. It wasn't a growl Bulma had heard from Vegeta before, it was almost feral. If Bulma wasn't hiding, she would have seen Vanessa shrink back into the door jam, her eyes downward toward the floor.
"I'm sorry Brother, I won't do it again… Momma wants all of us down in the dining hall to have breakfast as a family before the tournament starts."
"Fine."
"While you're getting dressed, I'll go next door and get Bulma and-"
"NO!" He boomed scaring the crap out of the girl. He cleared his throat, realizing what he had done. "I mean, I'll get her. Go down to the dining hall, Bulma and I will be there shortly."
"Oookaay…" She paused scanning his room. "Isn't that Bulma's shirt?" She didn't get an answer because Vegeta slammed the door on her. He waited till he felt her energy leave his quarters completely before he took the blanket off of Bulma.
She couldn't help it anymore, she burst out into a laughing fit.
"Laugh it up, Woman." He said throwing her clothes at her. "We got to get breakfast."
She got up and started to put her clothes back on. "Ok, but I need to change. I'll be right back." She headed towards his bedroom door and opened it up.
"Where do you think you're going?" He said grabbing her wrist.
"To my place, I need to change." She looked at him quizzically.
"Not that way you're not. If someone sees you coming out of my living quarters, it would be bad, very, very bad."
She was trying to pry his grip off of her wrist, but it wasn't working. "But everyone thinks you're courting me, it won't be a big deal."
"Yes it is a big deal. Especially for the Prince. I'm sure on earth they look down upon pre-martial sex, correct?"
She scoffed at him. "Are you serious?"
"Yes, Woman, it would dishonor my family if word got out that we are humping like stoned test bunnies and not married. It's a formality, and being royalty I must abide by these rules… or at least make it look like I am." He let go of her wrist and picked her up bridal style. "So we will just have to do this." He took them outside onto his patio and levitated over to her side of her balcony and set her down. "Get dressed, I'll be at your door in 30 minutes." He floated back up and went back inside his place.
Bulma dashed inside and took the fasted shower ever, got dressed in a yellow halter sun dress and a pair of black chuck taylors (her favorite shoes), did her makeup and dried as much of her long thick locks as she could, leaving it down to let the rest air dry, all before she heard Vegeta knock on her door.
She answered the door. "Ready?" He asked as he offered her his arm.
As they walked down the hallway she looked him over. "What are you wearing?" It was a blue spandex body suite and armor similar to what he wore for the ball, covering his chest and abdomen section.
"It's battle armor, remember? I'm in the tournament today?"
That's right, she had forgotten he had told her he was in it. She looked behind him to get a look at his ass. 'Yummy'
Vegeta's eyebrow shot up and gave her a look, as if to say "Really, woman?"
Bulma just looked at him and beamed. "Can you blame me? You're wearing a spandex body suite, and you have the most chiseled body I have ever seen. It's a compliment."
He merely rolled his eyes at her as they continued on their way to their destination.
They entered the dining hall just as breakfast was being served to the King, Queen and Princess.
"Good morning, Everyone." Bulma said cheerfully as she sat down next to Vaneesa, Vegeta taking the seat next to Bulma.
"Good morning." The Queen said as she put her napkin in her lap. "Vegeta." She said acknowledging his presence.
"Good morning Mother, Father… Vaneesa." He said his sister's name through gritted teeth. Vaneesa shrunk back into her chair.
"What's this about?" The king said pointing at brother and sister with his fork.
"The little brat broke into my quarters again. Barely gave me enough time to cover up before she barged into my room. This is the fifth time she's done it." He sent her a glare.
"Vaneesa," The elder Vegeta began. "What have your mother and I told you about that?"
She bowed her head. "I know, papa. I'm sorry."
The king shook his head. "Do not do it again."
Vegeta let out a "pfffft" his father was much too soft of her. If he had done it more than once after his father told him not to, he would have found himself in the training center with him and probably would have been beat to a pulp.
"Vegata, why was Bulma's shirt on your bedroom floor?" Vaneesa asked.
Bulma was sure it was an innocent question. The girl was a curious one… but it didn't help that her face turned a deep crimson and her jaw dropped.
The King and Queen both turned their attention to the couple. "Yes Vegeta, why was Bulma's shirt on your bedroom floor?" The Queen questioned with a teasingly but deadly smile.
'Oh dear lord, what do we do? What do we do?' Bulma was slightly panicking. She seriously didn't want his parents to know of their activities last night. She thought quickly. "I cut my hand last night, Vegeta grabbed the closest thing to him, which was my shirt that was hanging off of one of my chairs and wrapped it on my hand to help stop the bleeding." She turned to Vegeta. "You must have forgotten you had it in your hand when you left my place yesterday evening. See?." She held up her palm toward his parents, showing the cut and held her breath until the King grunted and nodded his head.
'Good save, Woman'
She gave him a small smile and took a sip of her juice.
Throughout breakfast the queen kept a keen eye on Bulma and Vegeta. Something was different with them. Vegeta was actually pleasant. He listened to Bulma when she spoke and barely insulted her. The same with Bulma. They actually went through breakfast without berating one another.
"What is this tournament?" Bulma asked.
"It's tradition for the summer festivities. It's kind of like a UFC fight, you humans watch on TV. It used to be to the death, but that has changed over the years. Now its until the other is beaten unconscious." He smiled showing his white teeth. "I haven't been beaten. "He announced triumphantly.
"We'll see boy," The King interjected. "You're up against Johl this year. He is undefeated on his planet."
Vegeta sneered at his father. "You doubt me?"
"No, I'm just saying it's going to be a tough fight." Vegeta grunted and shoveled another fork full of his breakfast into his mouth.
As they finished their meal Bulma cleared her throat. "King Vegeta, I…" she hesitated, making Vegeta tense up, feeling her apprehension. He knew what she was going to ask, he heard the question before she said it. "I was wondering if you have heard anything about my dad."
The Kings pleasant face darkened a bit. "No, his ship was found, but there was no sign of him. But we already knew he was taken. Don't worry Bulma we are doing our best to end this. I promise you that if we find something out, either myself or Vegeta will inform you."
Bulma nodded her head, her shoulders slumped. "Thanks."
"Well now, let's get to the arena and kick off the tournament." He stood up. "Come boy."
Vegeta got up to follow his father and turned to Bulma. "I'll see you at the tournament, Mother and Vaneesa will take you to your seat." He gave her an evil smile. "I'll be the one beating the shit out of a purple alien." And walked away with his father.
"Lovely." She muttered, not sure if she was in the mood to see a bloody battle so early in the morning.
"Alright you two, lets get to our seats. We don't want to miss the opening ceremony." The Queen stood up and motioned for Vaneesa and Bulma to follow her.
Vaneesa grasped Bulma's hand as they walked through another courtyard of the palace that led out into a humongous coliseum. It reminded her of the one in Rome she had visited with her father on vacation three years ago. Except this one was made out of some sort of shiny black stone. It must have sat hundreds of thousands of spectators, and it didn't look like there were any empty seats in the place.
She noticed long flags with different colors and designs hanging over the walls of the center of the ring, where she assumed the fights took place. Curious, she asked the queen what they represented, and found out they were the flags of all the contestants. She spotted the Vegetasei flag. Blood red and dead in the center Vegetasei's royal crest in black and royal blue. The queen led her and the princess to lavish looking box seats, there were 10 in all, and the one they were in was a bit more fancier than the other nine.
She sat down and almost immediately, Vaneesa flopped down into Bulma's lap.
"Vaneesa, for goddess sake, get off of Bulma!" The Queen wagged her finger at her daughter.
"Oh, it's ok." Bulma said and hugged the little girl. "I don't mind."
Just then, the King appeared in the middle of the ring, his booming voice rang throughout the arena. "Welcome to the Royal tournament games. Today we will be testing our planets finest warriors. Please welcome them." He gestured to a line of men, 40 of them by Bulma's count. She searched and easily spotted Vegeta. He looked happy. He was in his element after all. He looked up at her and gave her a smirk as the crowd erupted into a cheer. "The rules are, no ki blasts, only hand to hand combat. Whoever is knocked unconscious or is unable to defend his or herself any longer is the loser." The King stepped aside and Bardock walked up to where the King was. "The first contestant will be Kakarot of planet Vegetasei versus Albenon of planet Denton."
Both Kakarot and a large Orange humanoid man with bright yellow hair walked to the center of the ring, they both shook hands and posed into fighting stances. They waiting until the King and Bardock were out of the ring as well as the other contestants.
"FIGHT!" Bardock boomed. Albenon was the first to throw the first punch. Kakarot dodge it. The crowd went wild.
Vegeta walked into the box seat and sat next to Bulma. "What are you doing here?"
Vegeta leaned over the railing to get a better view of the battle. "I'm not up till after Kakarot." His eyes never leaving the two throwing blows below him. "It shouldn't take too long for Kakarot to wipe the floor with him. I say 5 minutes tops."
She shook her head. She didn't want to watch this. She'd leave after Vegeta's match. She never really enjoyed boxing, ufc or wrestling for that matter. It was beyond her why people enjoyed watching others beat the shit out of one another. She started fiddling with Vaneesa's hair to distract her from what was going on in front of her. As she braided her hair she scanned the other box seats, they were filled with the royal families of the visiting planets. As she looked at each one, she noticed in the one directly to the right of her a figure, she assumed was a man, judging by the broad shoulders and tall stature, was staring intently in her and Vaneesa's direction. She couldn't make out the face, the hood of the dark cloak he was wearing was shielding any view of his face. She noticed three other people in the box seats wearing similar cloaks serving drinks and food to the other occupants of the same box seats. He obviously was a servant of some kind, he just had a bad staring problem. Bulma stared back, and after a second the man turned around and made himself look busy.
The crowd went wild and she looked back at the ring, just in time to see Bardock holding up Kakarots arm in victory. The poor orange man laying unconscious in the dirt.
"I'm up." Vegeta stood and hopped over the railing of the royal box and entered the ring. As two medics hoisted up poor Albenon, Bardock rose his hands to quiet the audience.
"Next up, our Prince, VEGETA!" Vegeta lifted both arms into the air and walked in a circle so the crowd could get a good look at him, making the crowd explode. "Versus Prince Johl of Planet Vernin 8!" Bulma's eyes widened in shock. A hulking purple alien walked into the arena. He was bald, and he had muscle on top of muscle and he was about two and a half heads taller than Vegeta. He had large pointed ears and his eyes were beady. Which creeped Bulma out.
Vaneesa stood up and leaned against the railing. "GOOOO VEGETA! WIPE THE FLOOR WITH HIM!"
'Holy lord, Vegeta.' Bulma cried out through their bond. 'He's huge! He's like the Hulk.'
Vegeta rolled his eyes. 'Hmmph, Woman, you obviously have never seen me in battle, just watch. He'll be crying for him mommy in no time.'
She wanted to say something back at him, but the feeling of someone staring at her stopped her from doing so. She turned her head towards the direction of the origin of the feeling and saw the cloaked man, yet again looking in her directon, but this time, he had his hood down. He was staring directly at Vaneesa who was still in Bulma's lap.
From that point on, everything happened in slow motion for her. Bulma saw the glint of a long blade in his left hand as the sun reflected off of its mean looking blade.
She reacted quickly, grabbing Vaneesa and twisting around, shielding her from the impending attack.
"LONG LIVE THE EMPEROR!"
There was a sickening thud and Bulma slumped to the ground.
