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I don't have a name: chapter eleven: Two kings.
Vegeta had accepted this woman's help. It was hurting his pride, but it was necessary; his people wouldn't listen to him, unlike her. She was his only link with the Rebellion; she would tell him what was happening at the Councils meetings while he told her some things happening in the Royal sessions.
They met each other every Thursday evening in an old mansion, in a deserted area, and he left her few hours later. It was tiring, but he needed to know how his alliance with the Rebellion was going; and he was pretty impressed. He had discussed, with a computer, with some important members of the Rebellion from every colony known. Yet he still hadn't met Yamcha, and he never heard this woman talk about him. And she still hadn't told him her name. Well, actually he didn't mind, as long as his plans were going well.
It was cloudy outside, it would probably rain soon. The sun was probably setting, but it couldn't be seen behind the clouds. Vegeta was arriving at the mansion while the woman was waiting for him. He was late, but she didn't seem to mind, maybe she knew that he had many responsibilities, he was a prince after all.
He was entering in the mansion, walking behind the woman, but he stumbled on the entrance step and started to fall. She just had time to turn around, to see him falling on her. She tried to push him, but she couldn't: she wasn't prepared for this, and he was too heavy. He fell on her, his hot breath on her neck and shoulder.
Vegeta lost control of his mind and body: he was between her legs, her dress upon her knees. She was so desirable, she smelt good… He couldn't help himself. He took his pants off and pulled her dress up in order to see her undergarments, then he ripped them merciless and finally pulled off his own clothes, and possessed her brutally. He was taking her as if he was hungry for her. He no longer was Vegeta, prince of all Saiyans; he couldn't think… She was like a sun in the cold: it was so good to be inside of her. He could feel his climax coming.
Bulma was staring at the ceiling. She didn't realize what he was doing until she started to moan, or groan, she couldn't tell. She wasn't shocked, she was just surprised: she had never thought he was attracted to her. She tried to understand what was happening, what she was feeling. She was definitely not in love with him, she wasn't even his friend. Yet, she wasn't repulsed by his move. She wasn't loathing it… It was lust, it had been five years since Yamcha had taken her… Five years since she hadn't made love with anyone. No, she wasn't making love with Vegeta… He was having sex with her. It was completely different. He wasn't kissing her, nor touching her body, he was just inside of her, rocking back-and-forth. She actually didn't really know if she enjoyed it or not; it felt kind of good. She could feel him hardening inside of her, filling her up with his seed.
Vegeta possessed her at a quick pace for few minutes, and stopped suddenly, just like he had started it. He looked in her eyes. She wasn't crying nor smiling, she was just slightly surprised. He had never seen a woman looking at him like this. He had never raped a woman, and though it seemed like it, she looked at him like if he had accidentally touched her. She didn't seem honored like all the women he had been were… She was just… Herself: the same mysterious woman.
"Tell me your name onna." He asked, he needed to know, this woman was too mysterious.
"I don't have a name." she simply said.
"Even your dogs have names, tell me yours." He said impatiently.
"I don't have a name.", she repeated.
He looked at her in the eyes, then vanished. Bulma got up.
"Oh fucking shit!", exclaimed Bulma. If he was too embarrassed or too mad at her to ever talk to her again, then all the hopes she had built would shattered. She didn't mind having sex with him, if it's what he wanted, as long as her plans where going well; she had promised Yamcha that she would save their people…
Yamcha! Was she cheating on him? Actually, he was dead; you can't cheat on someone who's dead. Yet she felt a little guilty. Should she have pushed him away?... That's when Bulma realized that, she had been alone for too long. She wanted to be with someone, to share something… Yamcha was no longer here, it was time to move on. And since she didn't mind having sex with Vegeta, then why would she prevent herself. Sure he was a Saiyan, but she didn't mind: he was alone, smart, brave, he will become a great leader, like her. She had to talk to him. To know what was happening, fir the sake of her people.
Vegeta was alone in his quarters, in the palace. He was fuming: what a lack of control! He was supposed to tell her that he had succeeded to get the support of some members of the Royal Council and that South City's leader were joining them: they had been working on it for weeks, and just now, and this particular moment, he had jumped on her and emptied himself in her. All this work for nothing, she must have had been too shocked to realize what was happening.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" He repeated angrily.
He stopped, he wasn't alone anymore. The woman was here with him, looking at him, her face expressionless.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"To talk about our usual business, did you succeed to convince Manilla to help us?"
"You sure are a strange woman."
"I just want to help my people. So did you?"
"I… I just raped you, and that's all you think about?"
"You didn't rape me. If you had, I swear you would be sterile by now. Now did you?"
"It doesn't change a thing! How…"
"Did you, or didn't?"
"I did… But, what the hell is wrong with you?"
"Oh for Kami sake! We screwed, so what?"
"I…"
"Does it mean you will stop helping me? If we have sex again will you stop it?"
"w…What?!" he asked in disbelief, this woman was completely crazy… Or hopeless.?
"Fine, let's do it again! Then maybe we can start to work."
She undressed, came to him and kissed him, forcing him to lie on his bed
What the heck! He wondered, She… She's… Then his mind went blank as one of her hands was petting his tail while the other was buried in his mane. He let her push him on the bed, then rolled over so he was on top… (censored)
Few hours later
"I knew you weren't a Saiyan…"
She was lying naked on the bed, he was looking at her naked form. Her skin was tanned except for her breasts, her belly and her bottom; there, her skin was white and creamy. She was appetizing; he licked his lips subconsciously.
"But I really thought black was your natural hair color" he chuckle.
Bulma was blushing. It was so embarrassing!
"Now I know those two things, will you tell me your name?"
"… No."
"You will tell me your name, someday."
"This day, or my people will be free, or I will be on my deathbed."
"I hope it would be the second option." He chuckled. She punched him, he was a real freak. Though, she really felt good. He bent and started to kiss and nibbled at her breasts; Yamcha had never done that.
Yamcha would kiss her breasts, sometimes stroke them gently, but he never licked nor nibbled at them. They were so different: Yamcha was so soft, event too soft, he acted like if she was going to break under his touch, he always gazed her before any move, looking for her approval. Vegeta on the other hand was raw and hard: he didn't care about her approval, he was possessing her, touching her everywhere, even some spots Yamcha would have never dared. He was more brutal: they were like animals when they had sex. Here was the biggest difference: while Yamcha was making love to her, Vegeta and her had sex, it may seem the same, but actually it was completely different.
She soon realized that they also were very different leaders: Yamcha was too soft, and sometimes it was a liability, he didn't want to hurt people, he wanted to do what the people wanted to do. Sometimes, Yamcha was too twistable for Bulma's taste, yet, she knew he would have been a great king. He was merciful, charismatic, and determined. Vegeta seemed heartless, he wasn't passionate (at least, not when it came to political matters) he was stoic and he refused to give in whenever he didn't want to. He never did what the people wanted, he did what the people needed, as he said: "Sometimes, people are so stupid that they don't realize that we can't do whatever we want." He would be a terrific Emperor; he was smart and brave… And he never hesitated to sacrifice himself for the sake of his people.
Vegeta intrigued her. They were so close. She knew he was once Frieza's soldier, and he had suffered a lot, just like her. Like her, he didn't trust anyone, unless he/she was worthy. He was lonely and liked to isolate himself. Once or twice they trained together, and she realized that he was a real war-genius. He was smart; of course Yamcha wasn't stupid, but Vegeta was really intelligent, his mind matched hers. He was incredible, he was always surprising her: sometimes he was a cold hearted bastard, and then he became soft and gentle with her, sometimes he would only speak about the rebellion, and the next night he would only be intimate with her… It was exasperating and wonderful at the same time.
Vegeta, for his part, thought she was still a beautiful, strong, intelligent bold and crazy woman. It was so funny to bother her, because she was getting mad so easily, it was like a game; and she was so desirable when she was angry. But she still hadn't told him her name. She was keeping secrets from him, he wanted to know them: she was a challenge, a mystery that had to be solved. The closer he got to her, the more he wanted to know, yet she wouldn't comply with his wishes. Though it didn't really matter, he still had her to warm his bed, it was good enough. Because, eventually, she would tell him, he knew it.
