(WARNING: LEMON AHEAD. DO NOT PROCEED IF GRAPHIC ADULT CONTENT OFFENDS YOU OR YOU ARE UNDERAGE. -Nicolesque)
Azure orbs gazed back into her from the hazy reflection in the golden crested mirror before her as Bulma canvassed her gleaming ivory wedding dress, her teal strands that framed her pale face perfectly in cascading layers of curved strands, and her own soul imploring an existential inquisition of the century from deep within her:
Is this the right decision?
Her eyelids fell to further focus inward on such a heavy and concrete question at hand with no solid answer in it. After everything she had been through.. On her own, with Yamcha, with Vegeta, and now with Trunks and Goku, was this truly the wisest move she could be making with her life?
Bulma was never a woman of self-doubt, but she also wasn't immune to the pre-wedding night cold feet syndrome that every bride-to-be experienced in the most cliche moment consisting of an ambivalent mix of reflection and apprehension.
When her eyes opened, she jumped slightly at the leaning shadow behind her that consequently swept away all thoughts and feelings of fear and confusion- bringing in more interruptive emotions of frustration and outrage.
"Vegeta! You CANNOT see the Bride before the wedding! Ugh, what is wrong with you- I thought I TOLD you this earlier before I started getting ready, for Kami's sake."
His lips curved upward into a crooked smirk as he quipped, "The wedding isn't until tomorrow."
She deadpanned, "Yeah, well, I wanted to make sure everything looked right before settling for this dress and everything on such short notice! Do you know how difficult it is to change plans last seconds for events like this?"
"You mean you want to indulge in your typical vanity session and gluttonously visualize yourself in that absurdly exaggerated dress simply because- let me guess- it makes it all real for you?"
Bulma cocked her head to the side with a shameless smile, curtly replying with a proud, "Yes, actuall", before turning to face the mirror once again. Her expression dropped slightly as she took in a deep inhale and scanned her reflection up and down with the analysis of a microscope, a slight wave of worry etched itself into her features as his presence became significantly closer behind her.
She could feel his warm breath whispering against the exposed baby hairs at the bottom of her neck, and the heat from his body emanating in solar waves into hers. Surprisingly, since their encounter of bonding, she was not as sensitive to the distinct differences in physical traits between them and their varying species. Yet she still had to gasp slightly when his lips dipped to barely graze the wound at the very edge of her neck that connected them at such a deep, metaphysical level.
Her eyes reached his in the mirror so they both were looking into each other's gaze within its crystal reflection.
"I know you aren't concerned over your physical appearance, so what exactly is ailing you now?" Vegeta took a large breath in, his chest rising a bit to cover any semblance of concern in his body language or tone. "I was under the impression that this was what you wanted, and even explicitly demanded from me despite my obvious reluctance-"
"How do you know?" She asked suddenly, with a soft urgency in her voice that took him by surprise. His eyebrows etched in confusion, not comprehending the question.
She asked again, this time even softer within the thick air of the dimlit dressing room in her housing quarters.
"How do you know this is what you truly want?"
He stood still and stayed silent for longer than what dissuaded Bulma's growing insecurity about the quickly upcoming eloping of the rest of their lives together. Finally, his onyx eyes snapped upward to side-gaze at hers in the mirror once again. "I want to spend the rest of my existence with your stubborn, insufferable presence and my son- our on requires the proper discipline and training that only a Saiyan Prince as his paternal source of life can provide."
Bulma broke away from the close proximity they were in as a gesture of shocked outrage, her mouth hanging open as the influx of inflammatory words made their way through her gawking mouth. "Are you fucking mocking me now?"
His eyebrows burrowed once again in a stupified state. "You told me you wanted to hear some fluff explanation as to why I would want this with you, and now you believe it is an attempt at demeaning you?"
"Vegeta, I know you don't have a way of words but my Kami- can you for ONCE act like you even want to do this with me? Or is that what this all is, an act for you to go through the motions with before you inevitably leave again once you realize that settling isn't really your forte after all?!
Vegeta stayed quiet, knowing that this was only the beginning of her rageful speech.
"After all, you just cited yourself as the 'paternal souce of life' for- SHOCKER- OUR son all of a sudden it's both of ours when you couldn't be damned to stick around for the horrendously lonely and uncomfortable pregnancy, not to mention the painful childbirth I had to suffer through by myself.. You even told me VERBATIM, Vegeta, 'There's nothing for me here'."
He continued to glare at her from under the shadows of his eyebrows, restraining all of himself from returning the dramatic lashout she was attacking him with.
Her face deflated in disappointment, her shoulders dropping in submission.
"I just.. I want to wear this dress, Vegeta. I want to be legally married on this planet and most of all, I want you to stay on it. But only if you actually want to, because I don't need you to. Not if this isn't enough for you. This planet, this peace we have now, this family we made unexpectedly.. Or me."
He nodded curtly, his eyes casting downward to the floor before sending her a sharp glance, "Are you finished, Bulma?"
Once again, Bulma's facial expression widened and she opened her mouth to object but Vegeta interjected.
"I won't apologize for coming to this planet to defeat your childhood ally. I won't apologize for ordering the death of your pathetic former partner. I won't apologize for hunting you like prey on Namek, and I won't apologize for leaving this planet thereafter my resurrection to refocus all of my power and more into ascending into the rite of Super Saiyan."
I think I found you in the fault lines
I think I saw you in my searing pain
I think I saw you from my window
You were dancing in the pouring rain
Is this love that I've found?
Is this a new beginning?
He stepped forward, approaching her swiftly as he snatched her wrist and twisted her around until her back collided into his. Before she could even catch her breath, she felt her chest being pinned against the wall ever so firmly- enough to emphasize his assertion but also to send an influx of electric warmth through the center of her thighs until she felt it spread through her core with a carnal anticipation that suddenly overcame her.
He gruffly whispered into her ear with a velvet rasp that further sent sparks of arousal through her, "I also refuse to apologize for taking you, devouring and dominating every part of you just like this.."
"A-And.." Bulma muttered in a flushed and breathless whisper, "For destroying me in the process?"
He suddenly spun her again hard this time, barely missing the wall behind her with the band of her head. Instead of any initial fear or startled surprise, she eyed him firmly with a self-assured resolve that was blurred with heated lust between the iron grasp of his hands on her shoulders. The cerulean in her hazing orbs gleamed with a sheen of mist over them, and instead of repelling Vegeta with its obvious depth of emotion, he was enticed by the heightened intensity of the deepened blue that seemed to only form a diamondesque glow around her.
I think I wanted you to come down
I think I wanted you to ease my pain
I swear I'm trying to forget you
But you keep running circles through my brain
Is this love that I've found?
Is this a new beginning?
"You're wrong," He croaked, "YOU are the one who destroyed me."
She felt herself gulp, for the first time unable to muster a response. His dark stare deepened into hers as his grip lessened slightly.
"However.. I've come to find I'm not sorry for that, either," He uttered in a rasp but softer tone than she'd ever heard him speak in before, "Because you're mine, Bulma."
I wanna pull you against my skin and
I wanna know what goes on in that lovely mind
She immediately felt all of her melt into him as he roughly pulled her face to his and claimed her lips into a passionate kiss that seemed neverending to her. Their mouths and bodies continued to collide as their arms entertwined between each other's necks and faces. As the tension between them rose to a breaking point, Vegeta lifted Bulma by the back of her thighs before they instantaneously coiled themselves around his hips with a heated urgency. The back of Bulma's wedding dress flowed beneath her and alongside the wall he pressed her back into.
Within the second collision of the wall, Vegeta lowered his lips to the wound on her neck and she cried out at the immense sensitivity that sent thrills throughout her body. This time, he grazed his teeth over the same marking that was barely healed from their initial bonding. With a cold-hearted smirk and a burning lust in his obsidian orbs, Vegeta slowly began to sink his canines into it, relishing in the jerking tightness of her thighs squeezing into him with fervent pleasure and her moans building in volume.
You've got an ocean inside your bones and
I think I'm losing myself in your salty eyes
When he took his teeth away, it felt like a sudden wave of ice came over her. The sudden loss of that sensation caused her to look down with utter confusion. Vegeta was now focusing on her swelling center with a raised eyebrow ather underwear- a white, satin thong with lace outlining it.
He looked up at her with disapproving eyes, "You do realize, these so-called undergarments of yours are not permitted to be worn at this ceremonial event tomorrow..?"
Bulma balked, "What?! Says who? Those are my special Bride panties that I've been saving forever just for my Wedding!"
"Heh," Vegeta scoffed with a devious smirk, "Not anymore."
He lowered his right fingertip and barely pressed it against the satin center of it, her swollen clitoris directly underneath. An incinerating warm quickly spread against it as Vegeta poured the smallest amount of Ki to sear through the material all the way down until her moistening center was exposed.
Before Bulma could even react with any form of indignant anger at him destroying her undergarment, she was swept away by the silver stabbing of pleasure as he swiftly filled her with his erect manhood. Her head fell back and her hips bucked forward as her back arched, her entire body falling powerlessly into him. Vegeta chuckled darkly as he slowly pulled out of her, but just enough to quickly pierce her again as she jolted in pleasure.
"Oh Kami, Vegeta- don't tease.." She begged in a low, guttural moan as her hips quickened their pace to try and ride him faster.
He then froze, sending her body into a frenzy of abrupt deprivation as her face contorted with pain. Leaning into her ear, he snidely whispered, "I never heard you say please."
"And what if I don't?" Bulma asked through a mischeivous grin, her eyelids still heavily shut from the reverberating echoes of stimulation from her core.
"Well," Vegeta proclaimed loudly, "I suppose you prefer then to face punishment rather than have it your way.."
He exited her completely before dropping her to the ground, softly but firmly twisting her so that her back was to him again. She felt him lift the multiple layers of her wedding dress over her back, growling in the strenuous process.
"This unnecessary pile of excessive fabric on this superfluous form of attire is also not ideal in the slightest," He muttered in a complaint that made Bulma giggle inward at his apparent annoyance with her dress.
But her giggling was short-lived and interjected by the jolt of spine-tingling pleasure when he collided himself into her very core from behind. She felt her back curl upward to advance herself to him and his rapidly building thrusts. He smoothly glided himself in and out of her with building speed, her pulsating womanhood slickening with a glistening wetness that was slowly spreading to the outside of her torn panties to form a wet outline of their penetrating sex.
"V-Vegeta," Bulma weakly muttered from under a suffering groan, "I think I'm coming.."
"Ah, I don't think so. You cannot be rewarded through a punishment. I'll just have to speed up to beat you, I guess..", he suggested in a surly tone of growing desire as he pushed himself into her even harder and bucking his hips even faster. Bulma's mouth gaped open as her breath was swept away by the undercurrent of silver waves that was catapulting her core into the strong grips of a building climax as Vegeta bent over her back with his steel chest pressing into hers, his broad arms reaching over to grasp her pale hands with his and entangle their fingers into a sensual squeeze.
He rocked into her as their bodies swayed in a rhythmic, rapid speed as both of their orgasms approached in pulsating ebbs that flowed into a powerful peak of undulated passion and electricity. Bulma's head fell back onto Vegeta's shoulder, leaning to the side as Vegeta buried his teeth into her exposed neck to re-solidify their bonded connection in the throes of post-orgasm bliss.
In my dreams, you are part of me
Under my skin, I gave you all of me
Their breaths filled the now musty fitting room in the thick silence of their sensual satisfaction and primal gratification. After allowing himself to indulge in the sweet aroma of her carnal sheens of sweat and silky strands of loosened blue tendrils, he finally pulled his throbbing member out from inside of her while earning yet another gasp of pleasing surprise.
"Now this is my idea of what such a ridiculous ritual should entail."
Bulma rolled her eyes as she stood up slowly, wincing at the storm of pulses overtaking her nether region. "Vegeta, I think you've been in my tail long enough tonight. Let me have my stupid little wedding and we'll be even for once-"
He forcefully snatched her wrist with flashing, heated eyes piercing into hers with a suggestive smirk, "Oh don't for a second think that this was all you get to endure. There's still the night of this asinine event to look forward to, correct?"
She slapped his wrist away and quipped lightly with raised eyebrows, "Not if you don't leave me alone and let me get my beauty sleep, Vegeta! I can't marry a Prince tomorrow with bags under my eyes.."
Scoffing and rolling his eyes, he replied, "As if you're even susceptible to signs of aging."
Blushing and winking at the same time, Bulma gathered her wedding dress, now slightly wrinkled and covered in the aftermath of their vigorous coupling. "I'll see you tomorrow, my Royal Highness."
Vegeta nodded, hiding the curve of his lips as he pondered what exactly the next day would really bring.
Oooooh. Almost there, almost there. What's really going to happen? Will he even show up, dominate Bulma again afterwards, or will she have something else in mind for Vegeta this time..
Stayyyy tuned! And not for another year, I promise. Maybe a few weeks. Adult life is more stress and less time which means more writer's block and procrastination.
And to the commenters on Vegeta becoming OOC: nnnnnot exactly. In the canon, he obviously agreed to marry her per Earth's terms because they both reference each other as their spouses (husband & wife). The bonding thing on Vegeta's terms is less canon and much more of an ambiguous B/V tool to strengthen their relationship at this point, explain Bulma's reaction to his death in the Buu saga, and also give reason to that stupid scarf she wore the whole time.
Vegeta's character is bound to change, become slightly more domestically and open to expressing how he feels even if it's still in his subtle, vague, mysterious, and rough around the edges way. I hate it too, but he does soften. But only a little bit at this point. When we get into their post-Vegeta's death reunion that results in Bra, that's where we're REALLY talking soft. But that'll be in the sequel I will attempt once I finally complete this first half of their story.
There. That's settled.
Sorry again it took so long. But I will be back! Someday soon. Have a great weekend everyone, and thank you for reading!
(lyrics by Crywolf & Ianborg ~ Ribcage)
Disclaimer: none of the italicized lyrics are owned by me nor are the characters and likeness of Dragonball Z created by Akira Toriyama.
~Nicolesque