"This is the only act of willing submission you will be getting from me tonight, so enjoy it while it lasts," he told her, laying his head down on the sheets. She rested above him for a moment, still full of him between her thighs.
Her heart still beat wildly in her chest as she appraised her husband in silence, taking in his form.
The powerful and mighty Saiyan prince was offering himself to her, laying his head to the side in submission so that she could give him her mark, matching the one he had previously given her several months prior. This act of surrendering had her motionless –she couldn't believe he was allowing his body to be branded by her mouth in such a way.
But this was what needed to be done.
She needed to complete their bond if they wanted to experience what it meant to be a pure Saiyan mated pair. As she hesitated, lost in the moment and her thoughts, Vegeta pulled her closer to him, putting her face right at his neck.
"What are you waiting for?" she heard him ask.
"Do it, Bulma."
She inhaled, steeling herself against the task of completing their bond and realizing the weight of it made her quite heavy. What would they feel on the other side of this connection?
"What are you waiting for?" Vegeta asked gruffly. Bulma felt him straining beneath her, and she could tell he was holding himself back from thrusting into her with growing impatience.
She closed the distance between them, giving his neck a tender kiss and he let out a quiet groan when she sucked at the skin there. She wasn't sure if this would hurt him like it did briefly for her since she was stronger now, but she wanted it to feel good before she sank her teeth in to his flesh.
Her ministrations finally caused his patience to wane as he thrust up into her and she did her best to hold onto his neck all while moaning deeply from the back of her throat, embracing every sensation that came from the pit of her stomach.
His thrusts became more erratic as Bulma at last bit down, hard and strong into his neck. Her moans became a song to him and he had no warning, no chance to ready himself for her.
All of Bulma's essence flooded into Vegeta like a final dam breaking, giving way to her innermost thoughts and dreams. He finally had an unobstructed view of what made her so caring, so intelligent. The love of her father, guiding her and helping stoke the fire that was her ambition, her insatiable curiosity. The love of her mother, giving her encouragement to reach out and touch greatness, for anything was possible in her mother's eyes. Memories flashed before him as she remembered her first science fair, to her first award as a college graduate at 16. This was her own pride, he acknowledged. The flood continued as he felt the love of her friends, which had given her a taste for adventure, willing her to be ready for more, whatever life brought to them, be it android or alien.
As Bulma laved the fresh wound she made in his flesh, she felt his overwhelming sensations as well - except from him, it was tenfold.
It was wild and barbaric, but she realized this was Vegeta - this was a lot like what he was under the surface, ferociously defending his pride and honor. He had so much feeling built up inside of him from years and years of containment, it nearly took her over, possessing her body as a willing vessel for his penitence.
She felt the pride for his heritage, the love for his mother, who had always been there for him when his father pushed a little too hard. This was to be cut short for him though, as he was stolen away from his home and this made way for his deep resentment for his past mistakes, then to his renewed hopes for the future, brought to life by her, as an image of her smiling face filled Bulma's mind.
This was the most prominent sensation felt by him, and it was pulling tears from her eyes and down her cheeks as she rode this onslaught of what was his emotions, thoughts, and dreams. She learned that he had once dreamed to follow in his father's footsteps and become the next king of Vegetasei, her prince looking every bit as regal as his namesake in a long, elaborate red robe and blue and alabaster Saiyan armor . This vision quickly shifted and she watched him lift shackled wrists as Frieza watched, lips twisted in a chilling grin. Then she witnessed as Vegeta stood, ripping furiously at bars of a cell until a bright blast exploded from his hand, releasing him from his confinement. She knew this was from his time under Frieza's control. She had no idea how deep the bond would venture into his subconscious, but the backdrop was auburn and ebony, flashing in her mind as she watched him passionately yell into the ether, wild flame of hair turning from pitch black to bright blonde, signifying his glorious transformation into the legendary Super Saiyan.
All of his fears, all of her hopes, mingled into one continuous melody and they were harmonious in their heartfelt songs to one another. The emotions they were feeling weren't comparable to love and adoration. Bulma understood why he didn't tell her he loved her; the word was so shallow in its attempt to describe what they were feeling right now, it would be a disservice. There was no describing the sensation of warm, joyous adornment as it engulfed their mortal senses. There was no human word to explain the raw emotions they were experiencing.
The affection Vegeta harbored in his heart for her stole all remaining breath from her lungs as she came for him - so hard she saw stars behind her eyelids. She gasped so loudly in the large space of the augmented chamber, it sent the timid artificial birds perched above them in the trees flying out and into the virtual sky.
The experience had affected her so greatly that she couldn't recall when Vegeta had shifted to be the one on top, still riding her body as he found his way to ecstasy.
He in return was choking in her depths; her all-encompassing love and joy for him alone was too much for him to bear. He felt too tarnished - too broken to deserve this kind of passion, yet, here she was, embracing him and the ritual of the bond enthusiastically, withholding nothing from him. He felt for once in his life decidedly unworthy and undeserving of all that she felt for him.
While Bulma felt his shame and wretchedness, Vegeta felt her heart break for him in return, feeling her kissing the tears that escaped from the corners of his eyes briefly as his control shattered and a guttural moan escaped his lips.
He was drowning in her now.
The depths too deep, her devotion to him so fierce and strong.
He followed immediately after this, being milked for everything he was worth by the heaven he found between her thighs. He kissed her lips as they came down from their respective highs, and he continued to kiss her, silently testing the bond with his gentle thoughts.
Now you can understand how deeply I feel for you. Now you know why the word 'love' doesn't pass my lips.
Bulma gasped at how clear those words were - it was like he said them out loud. Before she completed their bond, it would sound barely audible; just above a whisper. But now his inner voice was as clear as the dawn.
She pulled back and stared into his eyes, Vegeta raising his hand to stroke her cheek with an admirable gentleness.
It's so overwhelming. What are we going to do, ranmali? I know for a fact we can't go around our family feeling like this. We'll never hear the end of it, Bulma told him and felt the prince quietly chuckle as he continued to kiss her, pulling her in even tighter and taking her bottom lip and sucking lightly before dipping his tongue in to explore her for the hundredth time that night.
She kissed him back just as fervently. He flipped them over again to have her on top of him so she could rest on his chest for the moment.
I'll tell you what we're going to do, Vegeta uttered to her, a hint of conspiracy in his inner voice. Neither one of us is leaving this bed until we feel ready to. That could be a while, are you ready for that?
She continued to run her tongue over his lips, tasting, committing the feeling to memory.
There's food in the GR, but the bathroom is still a necessity. And we can't spend too long here, since we still have that trip to your planet to make…, she thought and gave a small giggle as he ran a hand down and reached for her tail.
I am still blissfully wrapped up in our wedding night, we can let the reality of responsibility set in tomorrow…or the day after…, he practically purred in her mind. She was physically affected by this by shuddering at the sultry timbre of his inner voice.
Do you feel officially married now? She asked idly, fingers brushing over his chiseled chest.
He stroked the soft fur that met at her back, and she nearly buckled with pleasure. She moaned his name out loud. She couldn't help herself. She mounted him and began rocking her hips to satisfy her renewed cravings for him that she knew since their first coupling would never be fully sated.
He willingly obliged, already inside her as they helped each other find bliss once more.
So much more than that, radashei. Marriage is such a shallow concept when compared to Saiyan mating, and with me being a powerful elite makes our bond that much more potent, he answered.
Oh, really - cocky much? she challenged, grinning down at him.
He bucked up into her almost sending her over the edge in one swift movement, she let out a scream as he did it again.
Yes, I do believe I am, he smirked, and she let out a laugh that quickly turned into moans as they indulged themselves in another lovemaking session.
Bulma quickly sent a word of gratitude into the cosmos for the moments she was able to share with this incredible man beneath her -
To think, all it took for this to transpire was a wish…and a tail.
~End of part one~
I want to officially call this the end of part one of three parts I'm planning for this story. It's quickly turned into a novel, and I have a ways to go.
This section is inspired by one of my favorite fanfictions, Endlessly by Froglady15. They did an excellent job handling the bond element, and I figured there wasn't really a better way of describing such a strong relationship...so I went the same route. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this first bit while they're still on Earth, because Part two will be almost completely focused on Vegetasei. If you don't care for worldbuilding and me moving away from the canon stuff, I get it. So come back to this story for part three. But I'm about to enrich the Saiyan planet with my own creative spin on what could happen if the planet returned, so stick around for that if you want to see what I write. I've got some great plans and I can't wait to finally share them with you all. Thanks for being here through this first part, I appreciate every follow and every kudo.