CHAPTER THIRTEEN.
-Gradually and reluctantly, his eyes flicked open to the unlit room. No daylight; irises shifting to the clock ticking in the deadly silence on the desk beside his bed; 04: 00 a.m, he read. Ordinarily, he'd woke up to the dark stillness, the penetrating chilly air and gloomy fragrance of his milieu, but contrasting his insipid routine, a comforting warmth enshrouded him. He goggled down at the sleeping figure, snuggled and wrapped in his embrace.
Reality settled in, slowly calibrating his thoughts, he subconsciously brushed away the hair-strand cloaking her facial charm and heard her moaned in her slumber, cuddling closer.
Unexpectedly, an unsettling feeling welled up in his gut, and his body stiffened in anticipation of his trepidation. It has been only a night, right? Yet, one sinful night together was all it took, and the least bit of connection that contrived between them for the past seventeenth month, was on the blink of annihilation. He knew that the moment she'd opened her eyes, it would result in the termination of their enigmatic complicity; the same they've shared jointly when they'd knowingly decided to lapse into each others game for dominance.
Losing a relationship with an earthling was not what troubled him; being caught in the act of weakness did; even if it meant just the both of them. Instinctively, his senses lashed, pushing and compelling him to abandon her on the mattress that had served as their bed of sin and to escape within the confinement of his comfort zone; his capsule. Conforming with his intuition, he tried to sneak out of bed, but Bulma's embrace toughen about his neck, legs straddling his; captivating him to remain in his position.
"Mmm...stay...just a little bit longer..." She keened sleepily, pressing a quick kiss on his left cheek and resumed to rest her face on the plate of his chest; that had served as her pillow throughout the whole night.
He relaxed, further burrowing himself into her warmth, lids drooping and leaden with sleep, willing his mind to tumble back to dreams, delving into the depth of their intimacy for a little longer as per her request.
-In the dead of the darkish room, amidst the cold stillness, bled the ghostly light of the morning start. Bulma's eyes slowly fluttered open to the warmth of the pervasive daylight, lazily welcoming the beginning of a new day. Half awake, she tried to adjust herself into a more comfortable position, only to be consumed by an unusual second source of warmth. Brows furrowed in confusion as she assessed her surroundings, and the coziness of the powerful embrace she found herself in, the memories of the previous night flooded into her mind until her dubiety dissolved.
The softness of his skin against hers and drowning into his comforting warmth, her eyes shifted to his serene sleeping face, studying in amazement. Even asleep, his lips were clamp in supremacy and brows contorted into an angry scowl; but when his face didn't swarmed in irritation, he look composed and peaceful...and...and inoffensive. Sleeping, he was as twice as handsome as the habitual. Accustomed to his quotidian wrathful facial expression, his calmness was a magnificent sight to behold.
A wary feeling built up at the bottom of her gut, mind acknowledging that their relationship had changed for either the better or for the worst.
Glancing down at his solid arm secured around her waist, she gently pried herself free and suspiciously stalk out of bed. A low hiss escaped her lips the instant her bare feet collided with the cold marbled floor; Bulma bent down to pick up her bathrobe and while putting it back on, she shot one meaningful last look at the naked body of the saiyan gloriously laying in bed, then stealthily swept out of his bedroom.
-The whole day; avoiding each other like plague, was what they've been doing. When he'd woke up to find himself alone, he'd understood that she must've left to escape the awkwardness of their confrontation; especially after inappropriately bedding each other. How did he noticed? At breakfast time, she was nowhere in sight and this had ticked in his mind as a red flag.
During the whole day, she stayed, hunkered in the room that serves as her lab, pretending to be extremely occupy when not a single sound could actually be heard.
One more red flag.
Dinner was served, still missing!
Another damn red flag.
He honestly didn't know what could be worse? The fact that he craved for her or the fact that his pride had taken a huge toll! Their situation was alike to a coin; one piece yet two faces; and right now he'd rather be on the opposite side. He was the royalty...he'd always been the resilient one between the both of them, and being deserted by that woman, an earthling, wounded his dignity as a prince. The one who should've rejected the other, should've been him and certainly not the way around.
Laying down on his mattress, physically sinking in the tranquility of the still, lonely dark room, struggling through blinding daze that shrouds with crucible's perplexing haze, thinking and rethinking in an infinite loop, and tried doubtfully to bring sanity in his maze like mind. It...it was just a night, right?
He was allowed to have succumbed to impulse, right? It didn't necessarily imply that he was weak!
Swiftly, he sat up with a frenzied scoff, massaging his temple with his fingers to rid himself of the headache that had bloomed.
'Such a vulgar woman!' He mentally cursed; 'What kind of game is she playing?'
The liveliness of that woman had successfully strayed him from his ultimate goal. Although he knew that she'd fallen prey of circumstances too, he cursed her spitefully for not hating him like the others did. Throughout his whole life, he was accustomed to hatred, it had been easier to shrug it off and infuriate his haters with smug finest.
Now, what exactly should he do?
She'd showed him care despite his adamance to drive her away, she'd ignited the strangest feelings and sensations from his body, she'd fueled the tumultuous tide devastating his typically sharp wit; and he shouldn't hate her? Not only did she disturbed his physical tranquility before, now she'd pierced through the boundaries of his mental peace too.
He hated her deeply. In fact...he should despise her enormously for the turmoil she'd inflicted upon him and this was why she was dangerous. She was even more threatening than Frieza...she was...an enemy cloaked as an ally...as a friend...as...as a mate! And him, out of all people knew well enough that there was no such thing as a...a trustworthy friend.
Irrespective of the ideas that plagued him, he stood to his feet and strutted for the door. Yanking it open, he scanned the hallway charily, and searched for her faint ki. Narrowing his eyes to the bedroom door down the stairs, his mind wouldn't listen to reason. In one moment he'd been in his room and the next moment, he was in front of hers. Gritting his teeth, he hated himself for whatever he was about to do. Pressing his ears against the door, he listened.
He could hear her battling against the sheet, clearly an indication that she was as restless as he was. Vexation seared through him. How could he leave her the heck alone? After taking advantage of his moment of weakness? His body was screaming at him. He needed control...power; over her and over this situation. No way in hell was he going to let her enjoy making a fool of him.
He inhaled in deeply, detaching his ear from the door as his hand find purchase at the doorknob, and in matters of seconds he'd opened it slowly, the light of the hallway projecting on her back, his silhouette reflecting on the wall. He saw her flinched and confirmed his assumptions. Taking a few steps into her sanctuary, he closed the door behind him and approached the bed, brows furrowed. Despite the thick darkness, he could clearly see her. Darkness was nothing to a saiyan.
"Woman!" He called, voice sounding boyishly churlish and he caught her flinched again, before stiffening. "I know you're awake!"
"Why?" His only question was as he glared holes into her back. She sat up, trembling nervously and he heard her heave.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Her response sounded foolish, even to her.
"You don't?" He sneered mockingly, tone slightly raising a pitch. She shuddered knowingly.
"I...If you're making reference to this morning I..."
"I'm asking you why you're avoiding me?" He grunted venomously before adding; "not that I care but now that you made yourself...entertainingly useful, why stop?"
The jerk! Was he just making vulgar advances to her?
"I...I..." She stammered helplessly trying to form a refute.
"Shut up and serve me!" He ordered, interrupting her worthless bickering and saw her eyes widened in stupor.
"You! Jerk! You think just because we fucked once you can..."
"I wasn't the one who'd shoved myself at you, was I?" He mocked sarcastically and she couldn't quite understand. He was so angry at her and yet he still wanted a redo? He simply proceeded to discard his clothes and slide underneath the comforter beside her. What was he even doing?! Was he crazy?!
"I...I left this morning because I didn't want to..." she paused licking her lips nervously and he narrowed his eyes at her knowing perfectly that she couldn't see him.
"I didn't want to see the rejection on your face! I know we...uhh...we made love..."
"It was just sex! Nothing more nothing less!" He twirled on the bed, in her direction and watched her leaned over him to switch on the lamp on the bedside table and regain her sitting position on the mattress.
"Was it?" She questioned with a cocky arched of brows. Something about her confidence made him winced. He didn't have the answer to that question. Warmth simply crept to his face as he absorbed her gorgeousness, content when he noticed she was in nothing more than her underwear. Briskly toppling her onto the mattress causing her breath to hitch, pinning her wrists beside her head, he glanced down at her intensely.
"Be quiet woman! Just share the night with me!" His voice was demanding, yet, she could see the yearning and subtle plea in his obsidian eyes. Although the words never escaped his lips, she knew that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
Hair disheveled across her pillow, her breathing labored as she ogled at him with profound desires and lust. His burning skin against her wrist scorching her and her private grew sensitive. She knew that he was aware of the power he had on her and yet, was it wrong to find it incredibly appealing? Was it wrong to be ardently desiring him?
The end result of this relationship would be disastrous but she still wanted to bed that homicidal ruthless man again. She must have certainly be out of her mind like Yamcha had claimed.
He never failed to catch the feverish look she shot him and he still couldn't take her. Not until she'd given her approval. Why should he care about her consent anyway? Although his darkest side lashed at him to take her and eat her whole for her insolence and for transgressing him, he waited, not sure what he was waiting for.
"Kiss me!" She moaned deliciously and before she knew what was happening, she felt his lips against her own, and her heart burst in elation as his lips moved firmly, demandingly, coaxing a strangled moan from her as she heatedly kissed him back.
His hands unclasped, clutching at her side as his kiss dominated her, her mouth desperately keeping up with his urgent but gentle movements. She heard him groan against her lips when she moved one hand to clutched at his hair, the other moving down to greedily grasp the hard plane of his chest.
He wrenched his lips away from her mouth, only to turn his attention to her throat. She moaned deeply, hands moving to grasp his forearms. Her sounds seemed to spur him on, as he suddenly grabbed the fabric of her lace bra and ripped it apart brutally. Soon, the only piece of cloth that prevented them from becoming one again, followed suit. Bra and underwear, sent scattered on the floor in pieces.
He stayed above her, kneeling as he looked down at her body, his eyes feasting on her nakedness. Bulma flushed deeply as he ogled at her hungrily, and she almost moved her hands to cover herself, but a low, warning, rumble sounded from deep inside Vegeta's chest and she obediently kept her hands at her side.
He went back to ravage her neck, impatiently going lower, and she felt his rough tongue lapping at the tops of her breasts. He could feel heat rising within his chest, his mind growing fuzzy as he smelled her delicious scent more strongly.
His eyes narrowed, his desire manifesting. She nearly fainted as the full intensity of his masculinity hit her, a seemingly tactile wave of pleasure that reached her. He was so warm, inhumanly so, but in-spite of his heat, goosebumps sprang up all over her body as his hands began to roam.
It felt like he was everywhere at once as she felt his hands skimmed across her stomach, winding around her back, as he kissed her again, with even more fervor than the last time.
His lips crushed against hers, taking no prisoners as she gasped, and his tongue swept into the recesses of her mouth like he was starved and desperate for her taste. Bulma arched up, pushing her breast against his hard chest and he growled against her.
She could only hold onto his arms as he assaulted her senses, and she felt a peculiar wetness between her legs.
The saiyan finally abandoned her lips, moving southward, lavishing her neck with wet licks and strong nip that she knew would leave large bruises on her skin. His hands previously holding onto her waist, moved upwards, meeting his lips that had resumed its tasting at the top of her breast. She felt too hot, but she wanted more.
His descent didn't stop, his sinfully soft delectable lips finally wrapped around one of her nipples. She arched her back, stuffing her bust into his mouth as a sharp cry of pleasure flew from her startled lips. He sucked on her breast, moving to pleasure the other as he had done to its twin.
She shook, the pleasure already too much. She curled her fingers into his thick hair, unthinkingly calling out broken fragment of her lover's name. He had suddenly reached down, and was caressing the inside of her thighs and she'd willingly spread her legs to give him access.
She was utterly lost in sensation, and she cried out when his large, calloused hand edged closer to her center. When he finally cupped her there, she swore she saw stars.
He started kissing her lower abdomen, and her heart skipped a beat when she realized that he was about to look down there.
"Ve-Ve-Vegeta!" She rasped out, a deep flush covering her face to her upper chest. "Down there, I..."
"Woman! Just take it, alright? I want you to feel!" He declared authoritatively, his devastatingly handsome face distracting her just enough that she didn't realized that his hand had again travelled down to her core, rubbing her lightly, making her quake with desire.
She watched as he moved down, eyes searching for her center, and she saw an amused smirk stretched on his lips. Inserting one finger inside her, she gasped. His middle finger slowly began to inch deeper and deeper inside her. She keened as another pleasurable shudder racked her body, but Vegeta, apparently as merciless in bed as he was on the battlefield, simply smirked lasciviously, and began pumping in and out of her.
"You're soaking, Bulma!" He remarked, at once embarrassing and further arousing her.
She wanted to lurch forward, thrashing around wildly, but one strong arm placed across her stomach stopped her agressive movements. She could only watch helpless but frighteningly aroused as Vegeta continued to fuck her with his finger, and she could feel a strong pressure build up from deep inside her gut.
He increased the speed of his pumping finger and suddenly added a second one, and Bulma felt a spasm begin from deep inside her core, washing over her body until she could do nothing but scream as she shook.
She was still reeling from her release when he suddenly pulled his finger out, and just as she thought he was going to give her the time to catch her breath, he suddenly grasped her hips, pulled her toward him, and gave her center a long, languid lick.
Bulma screamed in shock, both at the action and at the pleasure he caused her. She called out his name not really sure why, but he proceeded to ignore her as he dove down and crushed his mouth against her core. She could feel him kissing her, licking her, his tongue entering her there the way he had pillaged her mouth, and Bulma thrashed about, her hands desperately searching for something to hold onto. Her hands find purchased in his spiked hair, and she curled her fingers into his thick strands as he continued to torture her with his mouth.
The familiar pressure started to built in her again, and Bulma cried out, closing her eyes as she tried to fight off the near hysteria she felt as she her climax started taking over again.
Vegeta lick her continuously, before suddenly giving a sharp nip to the hard nub above her opening, and the pleasure that washed over her was so intense that her scream strangled in her throat, leaving her a gasping mess, barely able to breath.
He crawled up to her body, while her eyes traveled down to fully take in the glorious sight of a fully naked Vegeta.
He was in a word; magnificent.
His body was absolute perfection, well muscled and without an ounce of extra fat. Each muscle was well defined, covered in delicious caramel skin. And when she looked down between his powerful thigh, he was as thick, hard and perfect down there as the rest of his body was.
She reached down, wanting to touch him too, as he had given her so much pleasure and she wanted to return the favor. But Vegeta's hand on her wrist gave her a pause, and she saw his dark eyes narrow at her before he wordlessly pushed her back to lie down onto the bed.
She didn't resist when he moved to cover her with his body, his powerful hips cradled between her legs, his erection pressed snug against her lower abdomen. She thought he was about to enter her, but instead he planted his arms on either sides of her, then bent down and kiss her soundly once again, his lips even more ferocious now, as he coaxed sighs out of her, she felt him aligned himself against her entrance and slowly pushed in.
She stiffened, nervous about the intrusion, and remembering the pain obtain from her first time. His right hand started running up and down her left arm in an appeasing caress, seemingly trying to wordlessly reassure her and felt him finally enter her.
Vegeta gasped above her, looking up into his face, she was astounded at how beautiful he look in that moment. He pulled back slightly, giving her time to adjust to his thickness and then pushed back in slowly. Moans escaping her lips, he took it as his cue to gain speed as they went. She tried to keep up, raising herself to meet his thrust, and soon, they were writhing each other, mindless in their pleasure.
Bulma was lost again, gasping incoherently as Vegeta took her breath away with each movements, each delicious pull and push into her wanting core. Her hands reached out to clutch his back, his buttocks, clinging to him desperately as he drove them closer and closer to completion.
Vegeta was groaning, his eyes closed as he rested his forehead against her own, his hips growing more and more desperate as he too chased his relief. Right as Bulma felt the climax creeping onto her again, Vegeta opened his eyes, his gaze unwavering, refusing to let her look away as he continued to pleasure her. His hands had started getting restless, and he stroked, caressed, and squeezed each part of her he could reach as his steady rhythm started to falter, as her cries kept growing lourder, and they both knew that the other was so close.
Suddenly, her peak came, crashing over her like a tidal wave, and in her moment of ecstasy, she felt Vegeta lose himself within her as well, her name spilling from his lips in a mixture of groans and sighs.
He collapsed, half on her and half off her, his breathing hard and labored, and she tangled her hands again into his hair.
She sighed, content, amazed, at what sex with Vegeta was like.
Tomorrow, her doubts would surface again. She would analyze and over analyze everything that conspired tonight until her head ached, but for tonight, she would rest and be careless.