This chapter starts out slow but takes off towards the end! Read at your own discretion! That's all I really have to say!
EDIT: Sorry if you receive an alert for this chapter! I overlooked a lot of grammatical errors when I originally posted it because I was so excited to get it up. I've taken a break from writing this month, but I'm ready to get back into it! I'm fixing this chapter up a little as a warm-up for future updates. Thanks to all of the recent message and reviews! It means everything to me! A new chapter will be up before too long, I promise! Stay tuned. ;)
After walking back into the house with Bulma, it took less than five minutes for Vegeta to disappear. Without warning he'd just vanished from the living room, leaving the Bluehead standing on her own in the entryway to the kitchen. He did it without any explanation - she hadn't even realized that he wouldn't be returning. Naively Bulma believed that he would be back at any minute, and so she didn't hesitate to start rummaging through the refrigerator and thinking of what they would do for dinner. It came to little surprise for her to realize that, aside from random condiments that she hadn't even known he had a taste for, his entire kitchen was bare of groceries.
And so, an hour later, Bulma was awkwardly accepting stacks of delivered goods that she'd ordered for the house. Anticipating the saiyan's insatiable appetite, she'd requested enough food to feed a party of 30. It took ten men to load the trays of cooked meals into the kitchen, arranging all of them across the counters into a buffet.
Bulma made the table, stacked food on the plates, and sat down to wait.
And wait.
...And wait...
Minutes passed, and Vegeta didn't return. Bulma sat alone at the dining room table, clicking her nails against its surface, and waited even more for the Saiyan to make his entrance. Before Tadashi made his cameo, the couple had been discussing dinner plans - hadn't they? Was she wrong to assume he'd still be hungry after all? The room was growing dark with the setting sun, and as Bulma's stomach began to growl louder with each passing moment she lost all of her patience. So much for a nice dinner with him - she was going to eat! When she finished her meal and Vegeta still hadn't shown up, she let out an exasperated sigh. It was obvious that he must have gone to a place that was nowhere near the house for him to have disappeared for this long! Feeling miffed, but reluctant to lose herself to anger, Bulma hastily put the food away (which took her nearly half an hour to arrange into the refrigerator) and marched upstairs.
She was alone in a strange, dark, house. Making her was through the upstairs hall she found herself walking into master bedroom. She'd had some of the workers from earlier rearrange the furniture, place a large white faux-fur rug onto the floor, arrange a few lamps to lighten things up, and hang a few paintings to give the ambiance more life. She would have to remember to bring some of her own things over from her parents' home in order to assert more of her personality into the décor! As of right now, this house felt more like a glorified hotel.
Realizing that she hadn't thought to pack a spare set of clothes, Bulma pulled her shirt from her body, dropped her pants, and crawled into his bed. She was too tired to care to find a spare set of clothes in Vegeta's closet. She'd was worn out from the commotion of the day, from the confrontation with Tadashi, from starving her body for hours as she waited for Vegeta to share a meal with her. Wanting nothing more than to lay down, she hadn't even cared to turn off the lights! Slipping under the covers, the soft blanket felt oddly cold again Bulma's nude body. The material was heavy, and it weighed against her enough to protectively press her into the mattress.
'A down blanket.' She thought, turning to her side and staring straight ahead at a wall. The room was well lit, but the lights only acted to somehow make her eyelids feel heavier. She blinked back the feeling of being alone in a strange house… 'When I first met Vegeta,' She thought, 'He didn't even use blankets…' She nuzzled her face into the pillow. This was a down pillow, as well. He'd developed taste in the years since she'd known him... 'I was the one to introduce him to the concept of a down blanket…' She thought, closing her eyes... "I wonder where he is…"
… She wasn't sure how long she'd been laying in his bed, and before she could realize what had happened, she was fast asleep...
…
...She woke up at one point during the night, opening her eyes and realizing that the lights had been shut off. She stirred, disoriented, and rolled to her other side as she attempted to gain her bearings. She felt her face brush against something firm. Still half-asleep, she let out a muffled yelp. It was when she did this that the firm mass she'd been pressing against twitched, and she heard a familiar groan slur from the sheets.
Vegeta.
Bulma caught her breath, realizing that she had her face pressed against his muscular back. He let out another low groan, not quite sounding awake. He turned towards Bulma then, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close into his chest in his sleep. With another groan his body grew less tense, and she listened to the steady rhythm of his breaths as he slipped back into his deep dreams.
She wasn't sure of what time it was, when he'd returned to the house, or for how long they had been laying together. Still only half awake, Bulma relished in the feel of his warm skin against her cheek. Holding her, protecting her. His relaxed stature assuring her that all was fine - everything was alright.
It took only a moment for her own slumber to return.
The sun shining through the open curtains was what woke her up. Her brows furrowed in objection as the light slapped against her face. Bulma reluctantly opened her eyes, cringing as they adjusted to the beams that were piercing through the window from the sky. Her pupils retracted, and her vision focused to see Vegeta directly in front of her, his own eyes already wide open. Her was looking right at her, gazing with concentration. It seemed that he had been watching her for quite some time before she'd awakened, the serious expression on his face showing something else behind his dark orbs.
In silence, they both studied each other for several moments. He looked as if there was something he was wanting to say, and Bulma was waiting for him to speak. She was wondering what time it was, feeling surprised that Trunks hadn't already woken her up. How long had he been asleep, any way? Poor thing, he must be thrown off from the sudden change of schedule and environment. Or perhaps he was going through a growth-spurt...
She found that her mind was starting to wander so she forced the thoughts away, putting her focus back on the saiyan that she was laying with. Vegeta still hadn't spoken. Blinking back the remaining sleep that was on her mind, she decided to break the silence on her own.
"You were gone for a long time last night."
She kept her voice low, as if this sentence itself would be enough to finally wake her son from the other room.
The expression on Vegeta's face didn't change, his eyes still locked on hers. "I needed to train."
Bulma raised an eyebrow. "Train?" She asked. "You couldn't have told me that before you left?"
The Saiyan didn't bother to even blink. He didn't think that he really needed to elaborate on why he'd stormed off so suddenly. After Tadashi's sudden visit Vegeta had been pissed. Taking his rage out on a couple of battle bots was his way of calming down. Working out relaxed him. She knew this.
"I waited for you all night, you know," She said. Bulma had a soft smile on her lips now, and it was obvious that she wasn't really upset with him.
… That smile of hers was always so alluring…
Without considering his actions, Vegeta placed a hand on her cheek. He thought back to the scene they'd shared in her own bedroom at her parents' house. When he had woken her up in the middle of the night and put his hand on her cheek. Back then she had flinched. And this morning, when he did the same thing, he noted that she didn't react. There was no pained recoil, no gasp of discomfort. Bulma let him cup her cheek, the smile still gently strung across her lips.
"You seem to be healing well." He noted.
Bulma nodded softly in agreement. "It feels a lot better… I still look like shit, though."
He grinned. "Such vulgar language…"
His breath was hot, and it slapped against her cheek as he spoke. It was with this that Bulma seemed to realize just how close his face was to her own. There was but a mere gap between them, and it was incredibly easy for Vegeta when he chose to close it. It only took him to lean forward, just a slight bend of the neck, and his lips were brushing against her own.
Bulma didn't try to break away when she felt him. Why would she want to when it was all she'd wanted him to do? Just as with the night he'd kissed her in her room, she began to lose herself to the feel of his skin. She closed her eyes and pressed herself deeper into his chest, encouraging the kiss to continue. All of the waiting she'd done the night before, the meal she'd had alone, it all seemed worthwhile when she got to wake up like this.
Vegeta's palm began to move down from Bulma's cheek, sliding past her neck and further down her front. She found herself suckling at his lower lip when his fingers grazed against her bare chest.
How long had it been since she'd been caressed in this way?
Her own hands were tracing down the lines of his back, teasing his skin through the shirt he wore. His tongue was sliding through her lips now, brushing against her own and sending delightful quivers down her spine. She reciprocated the action and bucked her hips, massaging her lips against his and letting their tongues dance in a rhythm that was created effortlessly. Breathing heavily, all thoughts were suddenly cleared from her mind. All she knew in that moment was the feel of his touch, and the desire for more.
A moment later Vegeta tore aware from the kiss, bending to plant his mouth against her neck. He nipped at the skin lightly before cupping his lips over the arch of her throat and suckling. She let out a deep sigh with this, her skin flaring from the sensation. Hands instantly flew to his head, fingers digging into hair as she bucked against him. It seemed in that moment that every fiber on her body was standing with anticipation as his teeth sank into her skin, the Saiyan still sucking as she gasped. He didn't react at all as she gripped him, it seemed that he was so focused on the task at hand that he could care less about her digging her nails into his scalp.
His hands still on her breasts, Vegeta began to massage as he worked. It seemed that she was doing all in her power to keep from crying out, shallow gasps escaping her lips as she bucked against him in desperation. Deciding he'd teased her enough, the Saiyan broke away from her neck to run his tongue across her collar bone. Bulma threw her head back, this time with a muffled yelp. Biting into her lip, she was unable to bring herself to do anything more than simply lay at his mercy - to blissfully accept what he was doing to her with every move he made.
Just when she thought she couldn't handle the touches anymore, he slid up her body. His lips finding a place near her ear, his chest pressing against hers.
"Your wounds-" His voice low and hungry.
"-They're fine," She replied hastily, shivering as his breath fell against her skin. "I'm fine."
"Still…"
A second later she felt his arms wrapping around her waist. With a turn Vegeta was no longer on top of her. Instead he was now laying flatly on his back, pulling Bulma up on top of him. She opened her eyes, sitting on his lower stomach. He was looking up at her, his eyes sporting that deep faraway glint that she'd come to expect when he got into this type of mood. His hands were on her hips, a mischievous form at his lips.
"This might suit your injuries better." He smirked. "You know your body's limits."
It has been quite some time since Bulma had been in a position such as this, and never before had she been like this with Vegeta. She was surprised, having grown used to his primal side taking over and assuming all control during their encounters. She'd come to expect it from him, and she even enjoyed it when he would ravenously slam against her as she moaned…
… And yet, with this latest move of his, he was doing the exact opposite!
He was submitting himself to her!
Bulma's hands had instinctively gone to his chest, which was still covered by the shirt he wore. And why was he even wearing that damned thing? She found it interesting to think that she had fallen asleep nude, and yet he'd proceeded to crawl into bed with her fully clothed. Her fingers clasped the fabric and pulled. Vegeta made to assist her in removing his shirt, but instead of pulling it off he opted to rip it open at the chest and tear the fabric away.
On his legs he merely wore a pair of boxers. And as she sat back to get a better look at him, she could feel something pressing against her rear. Her eyes making contact with his own, Bulma raised an eyebrow. "This is different." She said, a slight smirk crossing her lips.
His hands rubbing against her abdomen, The look still on his face, Vegeta's eyes scanned over her body. He seemed to be lost in his own thoughts and desires, his deep eyes piercing through her skin before moving back up to her face again. His pupils dark and his face stern, he licked his lips before he spoke his next words."Do it." He said. His palms still on her abs, one slid down to brush against her core. She felt as his finger slid against it, rubbing into a certain spot that made her throw her head back with a jolt. "Woman." Vegeta's voice was husky and breathless, his fingers finding their way to her entrance and sliding inside with no hesitation. Bulma's eyes widened with a groan. She leaned back to allow him better access, her ass cheeks brushing against his member in the process.
Fuck!
The Saiyan could feel his teeth digging into his own tongue.
It was just as he had remembered and anticipated, as his hand began to work against her core. She was warm. She was wet. She was bucking against him as his fingers slid in and out of her form. She was testing him, but he fought to maintain control. There were so many things that his limbs were screaming to do, but he wasn't going give in to the primal lust that built within – he couldn't. Not in her current state. She was still hurt. She needed to seal the deed before he lost control.
"Woman." He repeated. "Do it now."
Bulma was leaning down for another kiss as she squirmed against his palm. Wrapping her arms around him, she slid her tongue against his chin with a moan. His eyes clasped shut at this. He clenched his jaw, feeling as she planted a peck on his lips. She was ignoring him – ignoring his requests to finalize the act. It seemed that she was enjoying the touch of his fingertips too much to stop, and that in of itself was turning him on even more. She was fucking him – fucking his hand as he lay there and watched!
Vegeta could feel his erection pulsating, his hips twitching with anticipation. In his ears he could hear as his body screamed at his to take her. But he fought back the urge, instead pressing his body deeper into the mattress. His hand gripped her core harder, as if to warn her. He could feel sweat starting to form at his temple now, a tooth starting to ache from how hard he was grinding them together.
"WOMAN." He grunted.
Bulma let out a breathless moan, arching into his hand in response to the added pressure he'd given her. He could feel as her breasts pressed into his chest, his finger growing incredibly wet with her increased pleasure. Her hips bobbed against him, her voice calling for more.
She was about to come – she was about to come on his mere hand! Vegeta's breath grew short as he realized. He hadn't even gotten to have his fun yet, and she was already trembling against his fingers and making a mess between her legs.
It was too hot.
It was too much.
Fuck.
Vegeta pulled his digits out of his woman then. Bulma let out a cry of protest and fell against his chest, gasping. The saiyan grabbed the waistband of his boxers and ripped them away just as he'd done to his shirt. Her hips still quivering with the residual threat on an orgasm, Vegeta put his damp hand against her shoulder to push her back up into a sitting position. His fingers found her hips and guided her body down his own until her entrance was aligned with his member.
'I told you to do it,' He thought, as he thrust up into her with force. He hoped the urgency wouldn't be too much for her. He slammed into that moist core, tasting blood as he bit into his bottom lip.
Bulma threw back her head and cried out as he thrust up against her body, and her muscles tightened around him sharply. Vegeta's hairline was dripping with sweat now, his teeth digging deeper into his lip. His hands shot out to grip the sheet he was laying on, fighting to keep from pounding into her even harder. Bulma rode out her orgasm with a loud moan, causing Vegeta's member to lurch. He clasped his eyes shut and turned his head to the side, his mind fighting with his own body. She felt so hot as she bounced against him, she felt so fucking good.
The saiyan couldn't bring himself to move. The animal instinct inside was yelling at him to grab her, hold her down, and screw her as raw as he could. And he didn't want that to happen – he didn't want to lose control. He lay motionless, a vein throbbing in his forehead as he willed himself to stay still. It didn't much matter that he was being so stiff - she was doing all of the work now on her own. Lost in a state of bliss, she moved against him and called out to nothing in particular.
Vegeta could feel the warmth of the friction building between them.
He could feel as Bulma began to rise and fall on top of him with added urgency - was she reaching her limit again? She was holding onto his chest for leverage as her hips bucked up and down against him. He was fighting with all his might not to pound into her, meanwhile she was quivering and crying out for more.
His hands reached out to grip her breasts, his eyes still clamped shut. Thinking that the image of her bouncing above him wouldn't do to help him to maintain control of his instincts, Vegeta furiously fought to keep his lids closed. He could feel the sway of her breasts against his palm, the soft of her skin and the enthusiasm in her movements.
The friction, the feel, the sensation of their bodies together – it was proving to be too much for either of them. And when he felt her tighten around him once again, letting out a desperate moan in the process, Vegeta couldn't bear it anymore. His hands shot to her hips and pulled her further down, to sink onto his erection as deep as he could make her. Bulma nearly screamed at this, fulfilled and moaning as Vegeta thrust into her. He gritted his teeth and let out a primal yell as he came, a warmth shooting through the both of them as she wrapped her arms around his head.
She fell into him, into his chest, her respirations desperate and shallow. She struggled to catch her breath, shaking from the intensity of their encounter. Vegeta lay underneath, his grip on her hips lessening with each passing second. His skin was slick and his mouth was dropped open, his chest rising and falling underneath her as he recovered from his climax.
Bulma opened her eyes to get a look at him, sporting a weak smile.
"You're so sweaty." She said, breaking into a tired laugh.
He took in another deep breath and nodded, not bothering to verbally respond.
The Bluehead looked him over and sat back, admiring the way the light seemed to glisten on his chest with his perspiration. She had only ever seen him this sweaty after extensive sessions in the Gravity Room… But never because of sex! She smiled, thinking that perhaps it was because he'd really enjoyed being on the bottom. She was right, in a way, but she'd never truly know the strain he'd put his body under to maintain control.
"That was different," She whispered, falling back down onto his chest. Her cheek nuzzling into his pectoral muscle, she closed her eyes.
Bulma could feel as his hand found her hair and lazily brushed his fingers through it.
With a sigh, he spoke.
"It was necessary."
I warned you to read at your own discretion! A short little smutfest to start the week! There wasn't much character progression in this update - except, if you think about it... There really might have been some plot progression in this one!
