Stress

Chapter Seven: Trust

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This Is The Enforcer Speaking,

*Updated 11/7/2017 old authors notes left for posterity.*

Okay guys, if I still have any fans out there, here is the next installment in my "epic tale" I've been having a difficult time writing, I've hit some very large road blocks in my life and those blocks transferred over to my writing. I hope that I've finally gotten my crap together and can present you with something that I can be proud of and that you can enjoy.

On To The Story

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Bulma wasn't sure which woke her first the cold or the aching of her body. It was too cold for the cotton sheets that covered her.

Cotton? She didn't have cotton sheets. Bulma bolted up in a panic. After a moment of blinking her eyes she was able to focus on the room around her. It was Vegeta's room and the cotton that pooled around her waist was the royal blue set that she'd given him as a welcome back gift. A small smile tugged at her lips, he actually used them.

Looking around his room Bulma realized she hadn't been inside of it since she had given it to him months before. The room was a reflection of the man himself. Neat and clean without a single nonessential item.

She could smell the pouring rain through the open balcony doors. Well, that would explain the cold. Naturally an early spring cold front had moved in.

Though Bulma wasn't surprised to wake up alone she couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. Where was Vegeta, had he flown off somewhere and left her?

Bulma slipped from the bed, intent upon closing those doors, finding some clothes, and hunting down Prince pain-in-the-ass. The twinges in her body pulled her up short. Bulma let her mind replay the events of the night before. She recalled everything with an amazing amount of clarity, all things considered. What exactly had happened? She'd become an animal. The memories stopped when she passed out underneath Vegeta, with him whispering something softly in her ear. He must have carried her in off the balcony because she sure hadn't done it under her own power.

Bulma felt stiff and sore as she walked to the open French doors. It was there that she found Vegeta.

He was in the rain, completely nude, head thrown back and eyes closed. Vegeta's normally gravity defying hair hung down around his shoulders, weighed down by the water. Something about that made Bulma's heart flutter.

Swallowing thickly Bulma took a long look at her Prince. She hadn't exactly gotten a good look at his body the night before.

He had the body of Adonis, all compact, trim, and full of power. Her eyes lingered on the curve of his ass and the swell of chest. A small pang swept through her as she saw the spot where his tail had once been.

His back held more scars than his chest. Vegeta's life had been a heard one for sure.

Bulma bet each and every scar came with some horrifying tale. However, there was one mark on his body that had a better story to go along with it. The bite that she'd left in his neck would scar. Bulma couldn't believe she'd done that to him, the mark was horribly bruised.

Bulma found herself drawn out into the rain after him. Vegeta had to know she was there, but as she drew near he didn't make a single move to show that he was aware of her presence.

The rain was cold and Bulma was shivering by the time she wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her cheek against his back. Vegetas body felt feverishly warm against the chill of her flesh.

Vegeta bowed his head. Bulma could feel the muscles of his back move with the action.

"Go inside." Vegeta's voice was harsh as he spoke and Bulma's jaw tightened in response.

She'd been afraid of this; afraid that once he'd satisfied his needs he would dismiss her. But Bulma Briefs was no whore and would not be treated as such.

"No," Bulma whispered, "I will not be tossed aside like trash."

Vegeta sighed, turning to face her.

Bulma meet his eyes despite her embarrassment by her sudden need for him. She felt as if her world would shatter if he pulled away from her, turned her away. The woman felt weak and she knew that above all else her Prince hated weakness.

"I am not tossing you aside woman." Vegeta's voice was less gruff this time and Bulma closed her eyes in mild relief. She felt his fingers under her chin as he turned her face up to his. Bulma found herself staring into Vegeta's burning depths.

"I could not be free of you even if I wished." He lean his forehead against hers before he continued. "There is much I need to explain to you." Vegetas voice held the hint of a growl. "It take three marks woman, two more now, and we will be bound for all eternity, in life and in death."

A heavy feeling of deja vu washed over her. Bulma chose not to fight it these feelings between them, to just accept them. But she could tell that something was wrong with Vegeta, she could sense it.

"You regretting this?" Bulma pulled her head away from his as she spoke.

"Go inside woman." Vegeta ordered.

Bulma pushed away from him, though it pained her to do so. "Not until you tell me what's wrong."

Vegeta turned away from her yet again. Bulma started to shiver almost as soon as his skin was no longer touching hers.

"I need you." His words were rough. Those three words tightened things low in Bulmas body. "I do not want to need you; I have never needed anybody in my entire life. Until now and..." He trailed off.

Bulma wasn't sure what to say to that so she held her tongue hoping Vegeta would continue.

"I am a monster, a murderer, but you choose to accept me. I should not let you, I should have left. But now it is too late. What has been start can not be undone." The self-loathing in Vegetas words shocked Bulma more than anything that had happened to her in the past few days.

"I know what you are Vegeta, I knew what you were when I invited you to live here and I damn sure knew last night. It doesn't change a thing." Bulma was unsure how to handle Vegeta. It was so unlike him that she just didn't know what to do.

Suddenly Vegeta threw back his head and screamed.

Bulma stumbled backwards as Vegeta whipped around, grabbing her arm and turning her to the reflective surface of the mirrored balcony doors.

"Look at yourself, Bulma. Look at what I've done to you and tell me I will not be the death of you."

It took her eyes a second to focus on her reflection, but when she finally made sense out of what she was seeing Vegetas fear became clear.

She looked bad, but what pleasant torture it had been. The bruises on her wrists were worse and there were dark marks all along her thighs, both the inner and outer, her waist, and turning to the side she saw bruises that were the perfect imprint of Vegetas hands on her ass. The bite mark on her neck was worse than the one she'd left on Vegeta.

The image was startling but it would do nothing to dissuade Bulmas resolve. She would have him again and again. She would endure his claiming bites as often as it took. All the marks proved to her more than ever was that she was his and he was hers.

"I don't care." Bulma turned back to him.

"There won't be a next time." There was no conviction behind Vegetas words. Bulma knew he was lying to himself more than her. Bulma felt him in her mind. It occurred to her that she could sense Vegeta's emotions. "I am leaving this place before I complete the bonding."

"Don't lie to yourself Vegeta." Vegetas whole body tensed at her words.

"If I had not shared my ki with you last night there is a very good chance I would have killed you. I am too powerful, too violent, to be with you." Bulma gritted her teeth. She was cold and Vegeta was beginning to piss her off.

Vegeta wrapped his fist around the metal railing of the balcony and squeezed ever so gently. The railing bent like a wet noodle.

Bulma stepped forward and smacked him as hard as she could across the face. Her hand ached from the blow. The woman knew it wouldn't hurt him, physically, but it maybe she could smack some sense into him.

Bulma stared into his eyes, unrepentful and said, "I trust you."

Vegeta's eyes were wide with shock, more over her words than the handprint on his face.

"You trust…me?" Vegeta seemed almost lost.

"With my life."

Vegeta fell silent. His eyes a thousand-yards away.

Bulma stood there shaking in the pounding rain.

The Prince remained silent for so long that when he drew Bulma into his arms and bathed them in a wash of ki it startled her. They were instantly dry, Vegeta's hair was once again breaking the laws of gravity and Bulma was warm. "Mine." Vegeta growled and then captured her lips with his.

All Bulma could do was react, kissing him back with all the feeling she had in her. Molding her body to his. Ecstasy raced through her and Bulma moan into Vegetas mouth. Lifting her up in his arms Vegeta carried Bulma inside, holding her with one arm he closed the door behind him, never breaking stride.

Laying her on the bed Vegeta let his ki dissipate.

"If I hurt you…" Vegeta let his voice trail off but Bulma cut him off.

"I have an idea." She pushed gently at his shoulders. Vegeta let her press him down on the bed so that she could mount him.

Leaning forward Bulma ran her tongue along the bite mark on Vegetas neck. A stremor ran through him, encouraging her to keep going. Bulma nipped gently at his neck and collarbone before heading lower.

She laved at the scars that crisscrossed Vegetas chest, working her way down his stomach. She had an unholy fascination with his abs and worshiped them thoroughly, biting each individual mound of muscle as she went down. Vegeta growled and bucked under her touch.

A smirk tugged at Bulmas lips; she liked having this power over him, knowing how she affected him made her stomach twist.

Vegeta finally he touched her, cupping her breasts and rolling her nipples between his fingers. Closing her eyes against the sensation Bulma moaned happily. Vegetas hard length pressing into her abdomen but she wasn't ready for that just yet. She had something else in mind first. Grinning evilly Bulma slid down Vegetas body until she was face to face with his cock. For the first time Bulma truly appreciated his size. She had taken all of that?

Vegeta chuckled slightly at her wide eyed look.

Wrapping her hand around his shaft Bulma took him into her mouth for the first time. Vegeta stopped laughing. Closing her eyes Bulma did her best to work his full length, Vegeta groaned, arching his hips he reached for her, burying his hands in hair.

Flicking her tongue across the tip of him she circled that sensitive part of him slowly. When Bulma started sucking harder on the head of his shaft Vegeta cried out.

"Bulma." His voice thick and deep. "Enough." Bulma ignored him, moving faster, working him with her hands as well as her mouth when suddenly she found her self being pulled up and away from his cock. "Stop. Stop." Vegeta was panting, his eyes closed.

Bulma knew it was time, she felt swollen and wet, simply from sucking on him. She wanted him inside her. Looking into Vegetas obsidian eyes she reached between them grasping his slick manhood and slowly lowering her self down onto him. She flinched at a the pain of him invading her again so soon but it didn't last long as she slid him inside of her inch by inch until he was fully sheathed inside of her.

Bending down Bulma brushed her lips across his and then she began to move, cautiously at first and then faster as she found her rhythm. Slowly she felt the beginning of orgasm building within her. Yet, Bulma couldn't stand it anymore. She wanted him on top; she wanted him to dominate her.

"Vegeta…" Bulma pleaded with him. "Please, I trust you." He met her gaze; she couldn't read the look in his eyes but the next thing Bulma knew she was underneath him. Vegeta slowly pushed himself inside of her, and then pulled out almost all the way and then back in again. His pace was maddeningly slow, deliberate. His arms shook with the amount of control he exerted in his desire to be gentle.

"Faster." Bulma begged. She wanted more, he was being too careful. Vegeta began moving a little faster, but not as fast as Bulma wanted. Bulma tangled her hands in Vegeta's hair, it was softer than it looked, and pulled him down to her.

She set her teeth into his neck biting him for the second time. Blood spilled into her mouth yet again. Bulma swallowed greedily. An act that should have disgusted her didn't, it excited her…and Vegeta. He roared. That was the only word for it. Bulma felt it when he lost his battle with himself, knew it was dangerous to play on his Saiyan instincts, but didn't care.

Vegeta slid into her as fast as she could handle, tearing screams from her throat, she rode the razors edge between pain and pleasure, landing in some perfect zone between the two. It was as if his body just knew when to stop to keep from damaging her.

The orgasm hit her suddenly, taking her by surprise. Bulma cried out Vegetas name as she came around him, clawing up his back.

"Please." He breathed into her ear, asking her for permission this time. Bulma knew what he wanted. What he needed. Turning her head to the side she bared her neck to him.

His tongue ran over the bite mark already there as he worked her toward her second orgasm. As he ran his tongue over the older wound pleasure shot through her body and when he bit down sinking his teeth into her neck there was no pain this time. The bite brought her over the edge and drove her to come again.

Vegetas Ki enveloped them and as he cried out, throwing his head back, he finally allowed himself release.

Before he could collapse on top of her and crush her he rolled over onto his back taking Bulma with him and letting her rest on top of him. Bulma couldn't move. All of her attention focused on simply relearning how to breathe.

"You were untried before me." Vegeta said matter-of-factly. He turned his head to look her in her eyes. "Why me?"

"You're the one I've been waiting for Vegeta. I can't explain it. I just know."

"One day you will come to your senses woman and realize exactly what you've taken into your bed." The amount of surety in his voice disturbed Bulma.

"I will never regret you Vegeta. I know who and what you are and I still want you, not despite who you are but because of who you are."

Vegeta eyed her and Bulma could tell he was trying to decide if she was telling him the truth.

"Do you trust me?" Bulma looked into his eyes. Vegeta fell silent and Bulma laid her ear against his chest, listening to his strong, steady, heartbeat. She knew he was going to speak before he did. What he said made her heart soar.

"I do."

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Reviews are always welcomed and appreciated. Well, until next time!

-The Enforcer