[Disclaimer—I don't have any lemons, but I have 3 limes in my refrigerator.
Oh, yeah, I don't own DB/Z/GT either!
{A/N}-WARNING, WARNING, WARNING! This is something of a lime, so those of you whose mothers made you skip sex ed probably shouldn't read it. Ok, here goes, hope you like it! P.S.-I honestly don't think this deserves more than the R rating, but I'm not too sure on the rating system.]
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Last Time:
Vegeta looked up from his struggles to see the woman leaning over him. She was so provocative, even when she didn't know it! "What do you want woman," he asked, trying to sound cold, but, due to his struggles, instead sounding rather breathless.
Bulma smirked and leaned forward a little bit more, "Do you have a crush on me?" She whispered into his ear.
Vegeta held his breath. She was so close. "No," he managed, before their lips met in a passionate kiss, chasing all words away.
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Vegeta moaned into Bulma's hair as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Wait a minute! No, he couldn't let this happen! *If I mate with her, I won't be able to stop myself from marking her,* Vegeta shuddered in ecstacy at the thought of sinking his teeth into her long supple neck, *and if I complete the bond, there's no escape!* he sternly reminded himself, falling out of the bed in his haste to escape from her.
"There's no escape from me anyway, Vegeta," Bulma purred, stalking him across the bed. This was getting fun! Vegeta must have never learned to deal with his emotions underneath that cold façade. And in his weakened state, he could barely move. Bulma smirked.
"Well, well, mean ol' princey Veggie's afraid of lil old me?" Bulma pouted as she slowly advanced on him.
Vegeta, who had been crawling desperately towards the door, suddenly stopped. *I am the Prince of all Saiyans,* he reminded himself, *I don't simper and run away from weakling females!*
Bulma had stopped halfway across the room to stare at Vegeta lecturing himself. As the weakened prince pulled himself to his feet, to stare arrogantly at the woman in front of him, her eyes suddenly narrowed.
*I'll show him who's a weakling,* Bulma fumed. Smiling sweetly Bulma cooed, "Oh, Vegeta?"
Vegeta look at her startled. What was the damned woman up to? If only he could read her mind—he didn't even know if humans could return a Saiyan bond! Vegeta was quickly distracted from his thoughts when Bulma came hurtling across the room at him. "Catch!" she squealed, leaping into his arms and bearing him to the ground.
Bulma stared into his startled eyes and breathed, "Now who's the weak one," enjoying the flash of anger that crossed his features. Bulma knew that this extreme weakness was just a side effect of almost being killed three days ago, but she didn't care. She had him right where she wanted him.
Reaching down, she intended to tease Vegeta a little more intimately when her hand was stopped by an iron hard manacle clamping down on her wrist.
Bulma looked up startled into Vegeta's eyes, which flashed hotly into her own. "Woman, don't start something that neither of us wants to finish," he whispered raggedly, eyes dark pools of desire, and perhaps, something more.
"Who said I don't want this," Bulma whispered back, surprised to find she actually meant it. Was she falling for Vegeta? Looking up into his tense, beautiful face, she couldn't hide it from herself any longer. She wasn't just falling for Vegeta—she'd fallen. But that didn't mean HE had to know that!
Bulma smirked, reaching her hand around Vegeta's back to what she instinctively KNEW was a sensitive spot. Placing her fingers on the nub where his tail used to be, she pushed down hard, and twisted.
Vegeta felt as if fire was coursing the entire length of his body—how had she known? *Of course, damned bond,* Vegeta though as he panted. Fine. Since he apparently wasn't going to be able to escape from this fiasco, he'd show the woman that he could give as well as he got.
Vegeta reached out and drew Bulma to him. She was a little shocked as he quickly ripped her shirt, and then her pants off with relative ease.
*Well, I guess you're gaining some of your strength back,* Bulma thought, startled.
"You have no idea," Vegeta growled in response to, what he thought was a verbal comment.
Bulma's eyes widened in shock. He had read her mind! Before she was able to respond, however, Vegeta uploaded the memory of her caressing his tail stub through their link.
Bulma gasped and shuddered as she was engulfed by intense emotion. Where was this coming from?
Vegeta smirked at the woman's reaction. Bulma looked up at him with hungry eyes, sweat beading her forehead. "Kiss me Vegeta," she breathed. Vegeta complied, and then some.
Slowly lowering himself over her body he entered her. He had never felt anything so exquisite, not only physically, but emotionally as well. Overcome by his urges, as he had known he would be, Vegeta clamped down on Bulma's neck with his sharp incisors, drawing blood.
Bulma was startled when she felt Vegeta clamp down on her neck, but she was even more startled when she instinctively returned the bite. The taste of Vegeta's warm blood on her lips sent Bulma over the edge. Bulma groaned in ecstasy, as they both spiraled toward infinity, wrapped in each others arms.
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Trunks walked lightly down the hall. He felt a little guilty about leaving Bulma trapped with Vegeta for so long, and intended to take over "Vegeta Watch" early as a sort of apology.
Arriving at the door, Trunks opened the door and quietly stepped inside. Turning, he saw a sight that would scar him until the end of his days.
Trunks felt the blood rush to his cheeks as he saw his parents sprawled on the floor in a very….compromising…. position. Turning, he fumbled blindly for the doorknob, an expression of extreme pain etched across his features.
Stumbling into the hallway, Trunks leaned his head against the cool plaster of the wall, trying to erase the horrible image that had been burned into his retinas. "I knew time travel was dangerous," Trunks mumbled dazedly, "but not THIS. Seeing THAT, I mean, that's just WRONG. What cruel God invented such torture for me," Trunks moaned sickly. (Hehe, sorry Trunks, that would be me!)
Stumbling off down the hallway, one tiny ray of hope interrupted Trunks' misery. *Well, at least I might be born now,* Trunks thought brightening a little, *I guess if this is my punishment for screwing with this timeline in the first place, I can take it. But man, Kami sure is frickin' harsh!*
Sitting down on his bed, Trunks sighed with relief. Curling up into a little ball, he closed his eyes tightly, trying to chase away the horrifying images of his mother—and his father! In such a….compromising….position.
***Well, that's it! Don't you hate me for scarring poor Trunks like that? ::laughs evilly:: Anyway, the next chapter will be The Day After: Secrets Revealed, so R&R please, and I'll get it out soon (have to type it first!)***
[A point of clarification: As you may be able to tell, I am using a modified version of the Saiyan bond. When, for example, Vegeta bonds to Bulma, Bulma can experience his thoughts and emotions, but he can feel nothing unless she bonds back. Bulma, being a human, is not as strongly bonded to Vegeta yet, so poor Veggie thinks she won't bond back to him! What havoc will this cause?!]
{A/N}-WARNING, WARNING, WARNING! This is something of a lime, so those of you whose mothers made you skip sex ed probably shouldn't read it. Ok, here goes, hope you like it! P.S.-I honestly don't think this deserves more than the R rating, but I'm not too sure on the rating system.]
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Last Time:
Vegeta looked up from his struggles to see the woman leaning over him. She was so provocative, even when she didn't know it! "What do you want woman," he asked, trying to sound cold, but, due to his struggles, instead sounding rather breathless.
Bulma smirked and leaned forward a little bit more, "Do you have a crush on me?" She whispered into his ear.
Vegeta held his breath. She was so close. "No," he managed, before their lips met in a passionate kiss, chasing all words away.
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Vegeta moaned into Bulma's hair as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Wait a minute! No, he couldn't let this happen! *If I mate with her, I won't be able to stop myself from marking her,* Vegeta shuddered in ecstacy at the thought of sinking his teeth into her long supple neck, *and if I complete the bond, there's no escape!* he sternly reminded himself, falling out of the bed in his haste to escape from her.
"There's no escape from me anyway, Vegeta," Bulma purred, stalking him across the bed. This was getting fun! Vegeta must have never learned to deal with his emotions underneath that cold façade. And in his weakened state, he could barely move. Bulma smirked.
"Well, well, mean ol' princey Veggie's afraid of lil old me?" Bulma pouted as she slowly advanced on him.
Vegeta, who had been crawling desperately towards the door, suddenly stopped. *I am the Prince of all Saiyans,* he reminded himself, *I don't simper and run away from weakling females!*
Bulma had stopped halfway across the room to stare at Vegeta lecturing himself. As the weakened prince pulled himself to his feet, to stare arrogantly at the woman in front of him, her eyes suddenly narrowed.
*I'll show him who's a weakling,* Bulma fumed. Smiling sweetly Bulma cooed, "Oh, Vegeta?"
Vegeta look at her startled. What was the damned woman up to? If only he could read her mind—he didn't even know if humans could return a Saiyan bond! Vegeta was quickly distracted from his thoughts when Bulma came hurtling across the room at him. "Catch!" she squealed, leaping into his arms and bearing him to the ground.
Bulma stared into his startled eyes and breathed, "Now who's the weak one," enjoying the flash of anger that crossed his features. Bulma knew that this extreme weakness was just a side effect of almost being killed three days ago, but she didn't care. She had him right where she wanted him.
Reaching down, she intended to tease Vegeta a little more intimately when her hand was stopped by an iron hard manacle clamping down on her wrist.
Bulma looked up startled into Vegeta's eyes, which flashed hotly into her own. "Woman, don't start something that neither of us wants to finish," he whispered raggedly, eyes dark pools of desire, and perhaps, something more.
"Who said I don't want this," Bulma whispered back, surprised to find she actually meant it. Was she falling for Vegeta? Looking up into his tense, beautiful face, she couldn't hide it from herself any longer. She wasn't just falling for Vegeta—she'd fallen. But that didn't mean HE had to know that!
Bulma smirked, reaching her hand around Vegeta's back to what she instinctively KNEW was a sensitive spot. Placing her fingers on the nub where his tail used to be, she pushed down hard, and twisted.
Vegeta felt as if fire was coursing the entire length of his body—how had she known? *Of course, damned bond,* Vegeta though as he panted. Fine. Since he apparently wasn't going to be able to escape from this fiasco, he'd show the woman that he could give as well as he got.
Vegeta reached out and drew Bulma to him. She was a little shocked as he quickly ripped her shirt, and then her pants off with relative ease.
*Well, I guess you're gaining some of your strength back,* Bulma thought, startled.
"You have no idea," Vegeta growled in response to, what he thought was a verbal comment.
Bulma's eyes widened in shock. He had read her mind! Before she was able to respond, however, Vegeta uploaded the memory of her caressing his tail stub through their link.
Bulma gasped and shuddered as she was engulfed by intense emotion. Where was this coming from?
Vegeta smirked at the woman's reaction. Bulma looked up at him with hungry eyes, sweat beading her forehead. "Kiss me Vegeta," she breathed. Vegeta complied, and then some.
Slowly lowering himself over her body he entered her. He had never felt anything so exquisite, not only physically, but emotionally as well. Overcome by his urges, as he had known he would be, Vegeta clamped down on Bulma's neck with his sharp incisors, drawing blood.
Bulma was startled when she felt Vegeta clamp down on her neck, but she was even more startled when she instinctively returned the bite. The taste of Vegeta's warm blood on her lips sent Bulma over the edge. Bulma groaned in ecstasy, as they both spiraled toward infinity, wrapped in each others arms.
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Trunks walked lightly down the hall. He felt a little guilty about leaving Bulma trapped with Vegeta for so long, and intended to take over "Vegeta Watch" early as a sort of apology.
Arriving at the door, Trunks opened the door and quietly stepped inside. Turning, he saw a sight that would scar him until the end of his days.
Trunks felt the blood rush to his cheeks as he saw his parents sprawled on the floor in a very….compromising…. position. Turning, he fumbled blindly for the doorknob, an expression of extreme pain etched across his features.
Stumbling into the hallway, Trunks leaned his head against the cool plaster of the wall, trying to erase the horrible image that had been burned into his retinas. "I knew time travel was dangerous," Trunks mumbled dazedly, "but not THIS. Seeing THAT, I mean, that's just WRONG. What cruel God invented such torture for me," Trunks moaned sickly. (Hehe, sorry Trunks, that would be me!)
Stumbling off down the hallway, one tiny ray of hope interrupted Trunks' misery. *Well, at least I might be born now,* Trunks thought brightening a little, *I guess if this is my punishment for screwing with this timeline in the first place, I can take it. But man, Kami sure is frickin' harsh!*
Sitting down on his bed, Trunks sighed with relief. Curling up into a little ball, he closed his eyes tightly, trying to chase away the horrifying images of his mother—and his father! In such a….compromising….position.
***Well, that's it! Don't you hate me for scarring poor Trunks like that? ::laughs evilly:: Anyway, the next chapter will be The Day After: Secrets Revealed, so R&R please, and I'll get it out soon (have to type it first!)***
[A point of clarification: As you may be able to tell, I am using a modified version of the Saiyan bond. When, for example, Vegeta bonds to Bulma, Bulma can experience his thoughts and emotions, but he can feel nothing unless she bonds back. Bulma, being a human, is not as strongly bonded to Vegeta yet, so poor Veggie thinks she won't bond back to him! What havoc will this cause?!]