Authors Notes: Lost my Floppy...which had ALL my In Prog. Fics... so I'm rewriting everything...
Here goes with chappie # 5 folks!
Brady
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Bluma couldn't sleep that night. It was silent, and pitch black, she had on her favorite pair of pajamas on, and her positioning on the bed was just like she liked it... so she knew those weren't the reasons why she couldn't sleep.
Her mind kept flitting back to Goku, and how STUPID he was to sacrifice himself... He had promised Bulma not to play the sacrificial lamb. Shitty time for him to start breaking promises, damnit.
And then there was Vegeta. Why did he act like he CARED earlier that day, hm? He hadn't even glanced at Bulma the entire day, let alone Trunks, and now he was acting all.... normal. Like he had when it was just him and Bulma, pretending they were the only two people in the world.
"We're too much alike..." She grumbled, turning in bed so she lay flat on her stomach. "It'd never work out.. Stubborn, grouchy, devious... incredably hot in Spandex..." She giggled at the last remark.
"Still, Bulma, you have to stop thinking about him." She scolded herself, voice muffled by her fluffy pillow. She kicked her legs, letting them dangle in the air and sighed. "Sure, he's hot, he's dark, AND he's mysterious, but, c'mon... Yamcha treated you better and he was a player!"
Vegeta, lurking in the shadows of the room, scowled darkly. He had come here tonight and try to speak with the woman in a civilized way. Which, for Vegeta, meant setting her straight and then fucking her brains out. But hearing her speak to herself, and of such subject matter, made him think a bit more listening would be an order.
Bulma sighed and stuck her rear in the air, leaning back on her legs and sitting like that, up straight and her legs on either side of her. She hit her pillow suddenly with a small, balled up pale fist and growled. "I hate that bastard! Why'd he have to leave...?"
Vegeta started when he realized she wasn't angry, but sad. Tears streamed down her face as she doubled over, as if in physical pain, and sobbed out his name. The tone of her voice alone wrenched at Vegetas heart and he resisted the strong urge to go over and stroke her hair, hold her and say he didn't leave, that he had watched over her all the while, he'd never really left.
But he had a Saiya-jins pride, and the same pride that allowed him to love this beautiful, willful human woman was the pride that told him, no, ordered him to forget his love/lust for the woman and just use her.
"And you always thought your prince would love you back.." She said bitterly, wiping away the few remainders of her grief as a scornful mask hardened on her face. "You're a fool, Bulma. A stupid, ignorant, innocent fool. So fucking blind..."
Vegeta's eyebrows raised to his high hairline as she said this. How many times had he told her words meaning the same as these? And she had come to believe them...
"I'm not weak, damnit! I'm...I'm not weak..." Her last word bubbled out through another round of tears and soft sobs. "Damn you, Vegeta..damn you. Damn you!"
Slowly, Vegeta walked from the shadows and took his beautiful, spirited Buruma into his arms and nipped her neck gently as the tears stopped suddenly and her body went stiff.
"V-Vegeta...?" She whispered, voice hoarse with her crying.
"Buruma.... do you hate me?" He growled lightly, letting his talented fingers slid gently around her flat stomach.
"No..I could never hate you..." She shuddered, not so much as from the touch, but from the tears threatening to fall again. "Y-You hate me..."
His smirk was apparent, even though she could not see it. "Buruma, a Saiya-jin chooses his mate carefully..." He rumbled, pulling her more into his muscular forms chest. "And then he gives her his child, the greatest gift he can give a woman."
His sentence ended in a masculine purr as he licked the base of her neck with his tongue softly, almost lovingly, like a cats. She started, twisting her body to face him, her aqua eyes wide and stunned in that innocent beauty of hers.
"Vegeta... does a Saiya-jin pick his mate because he loves her?" She whispered, almost a whimper and he mused on the question for a moment.
"...Saiya-jins don't know the concept of 'love', Buruma. But they understand the deep bond two mates can share for each other before they are mated, or even after. A Kings mate, especially, has to be the perfect example of a female Saiya-jin."
She lifted a hand and traced his lips with the fingernail. "How?"
"Willful, stubborn, bold, strong, outspoken. Beautifully feminine in her own warriors way, with a way with words and a soul surpassed by no other..." Finishing his statement, he took her finger into his mouth and sucked softly, closing his eyes in the sheer feelings washing gently over him as he sat with his mate, finally able to tell her what he was feeling without having to be too soft.
And she knew he was speaking of her. The brilliant smile that blossomed on her face was enough to prove that. "And what about the Princes son? How does he have to act?" She asked suddenly.
He released her finger and arched an eyebrow. "Like his mother, of course."
Bulma lunged at him and pinned him down on the bed, straddling his hips with her strong, lean legs. Her hair fell around her elfin face, highlighting her eyes and rosey cheeks, making her cheekbones more visible. The impish grin that was her mouth made him think of the Super Saiya-jin, the look of pure mischief and delight, even as he wrecked havoc upon the world.
"Lemme show you what 'mind-blowing sex' *really* is, My Mighty King." She whispered, voice throaty and lustful. She leaned over and rubbed her breasts over his chest, nibbling on his bottom lip. He stared at her and blinked.
"Y-You on top?" He asked, bewildered. She grinned slowly and giggled.
"Just wait, King Vegeta... I'm totally gonna blow yer mind."
~*~*~
He stared at the ceiling after their intercourse; he still wasn't about to call it 'lovemaking' just yet, but intercourse was intamite enough for that. Bulma lay next to him, her beautiful, shaply face buried into the crook of his neck, asleep. Her chest rose and fell with her deep, slow breathing, pale, lithe body silver in the moonlight.
He glanced at her, his dark face clouded slightly in thought. Here, on Earth, he had his destined mate, his Heir, a home... and on his home planet he had nothing. Nothing but pain. And Bulma had been so willing to try and take that pain away. She had WANTED to hear about his past, even when other beings had cringed even at the thought of being Freeza's personal servant/assassin.
Small footsteps brought his attention to the doorway, where Trunks stood silently, his tousled violet hair hanging slightly in his eyes, childish lips in a small straight line. the boy griped the door way with his hands, half of his body unvisible.
"Mama asleep?" He whispered loudly, large eyes blinking dimmly. Vegita started slightly. He hadn't known the child could speak.
"Yes, boy. She's asleep." He said gruffly, tightening his one arm hold on Bulma's body. "Go back to bed."
Trunks nodded and cast his mother a soft glance full of love before turning and running back to his room, tiny feet making little noise.
Vegita yawned, turning a bit towards Bulma to wrap both arms around his chosen mate before falling asleep.
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That's all for now. C&C welcome.
Here goes with chappie # 5 folks!
Brady
~*~*~
Bluma couldn't sleep that night. It was silent, and pitch black, she had on her favorite pair of pajamas on, and her positioning on the bed was just like she liked it... so she knew those weren't the reasons why she couldn't sleep.
Her mind kept flitting back to Goku, and how STUPID he was to sacrifice himself... He had promised Bulma not to play the sacrificial lamb. Shitty time for him to start breaking promises, damnit.
And then there was Vegeta. Why did he act like he CARED earlier that day, hm? He hadn't even glanced at Bulma the entire day, let alone Trunks, and now he was acting all.... normal. Like he had when it was just him and Bulma, pretending they were the only two people in the world.
"We're too much alike..." She grumbled, turning in bed so she lay flat on her stomach. "It'd never work out.. Stubborn, grouchy, devious... incredably hot in Spandex..." She giggled at the last remark.
"Still, Bulma, you have to stop thinking about him." She scolded herself, voice muffled by her fluffy pillow. She kicked her legs, letting them dangle in the air and sighed. "Sure, he's hot, he's dark, AND he's mysterious, but, c'mon... Yamcha treated you better and he was a player!"
Vegeta, lurking in the shadows of the room, scowled darkly. He had come here tonight and try to speak with the woman in a civilized way. Which, for Vegeta, meant setting her straight and then fucking her brains out. But hearing her speak to herself, and of such subject matter, made him think a bit more listening would be an order.
Bulma sighed and stuck her rear in the air, leaning back on her legs and sitting like that, up straight and her legs on either side of her. She hit her pillow suddenly with a small, balled up pale fist and growled. "I hate that bastard! Why'd he have to leave...?"
Vegeta started when he realized she wasn't angry, but sad. Tears streamed down her face as she doubled over, as if in physical pain, and sobbed out his name. The tone of her voice alone wrenched at Vegetas heart and he resisted the strong urge to go over and stroke her hair, hold her and say he didn't leave, that he had watched over her all the while, he'd never really left.
But he had a Saiya-jins pride, and the same pride that allowed him to love this beautiful, willful human woman was the pride that told him, no, ordered him to forget his love/lust for the woman and just use her.
"And you always thought your prince would love you back.." She said bitterly, wiping away the few remainders of her grief as a scornful mask hardened on her face. "You're a fool, Bulma. A stupid, ignorant, innocent fool. So fucking blind..."
Vegeta's eyebrows raised to his high hairline as she said this. How many times had he told her words meaning the same as these? And she had come to believe them...
"I'm not weak, damnit! I'm...I'm not weak..." Her last word bubbled out through another round of tears and soft sobs. "Damn you, Vegeta..damn you. Damn you!"
Slowly, Vegeta walked from the shadows and took his beautiful, spirited Buruma into his arms and nipped her neck gently as the tears stopped suddenly and her body went stiff.
"V-Vegeta...?" She whispered, voice hoarse with her crying.
"Buruma.... do you hate me?" He growled lightly, letting his talented fingers slid gently around her flat stomach.
"No..I could never hate you..." She shuddered, not so much as from the touch, but from the tears threatening to fall again. "Y-You hate me..."
His smirk was apparent, even though she could not see it. "Buruma, a Saiya-jin chooses his mate carefully..." He rumbled, pulling her more into his muscular forms chest. "And then he gives her his child, the greatest gift he can give a woman."
His sentence ended in a masculine purr as he licked the base of her neck with his tongue softly, almost lovingly, like a cats. She started, twisting her body to face him, her aqua eyes wide and stunned in that innocent beauty of hers.
"Vegeta... does a Saiya-jin pick his mate because he loves her?" She whispered, almost a whimper and he mused on the question for a moment.
"...Saiya-jins don't know the concept of 'love', Buruma. But they understand the deep bond two mates can share for each other before they are mated, or even after. A Kings mate, especially, has to be the perfect example of a female Saiya-jin."
She lifted a hand and traced his lips with the fingernail. "How?"
"Willful, stubborn, bold, strong, outspoken. Beautifully feminine in her own warriors way, with a way with words and a soul surpassed by no other..." Finishing his statement, he took her finger into his mouth and sucked softly, closing his eyes in the sheer feelings washing gently over him as he sat with his mate, finally able to tell her what he was feeling without having to be too soft.
And she knew he was speaking of her. The brilliant smile that blossomed on her face was enough to prove that. "And what about the Princes son? How does he have to act?" She asked suddenly.
He released her finger and arched an eyebrow. "Like his mother, of course."
Bulma lunged at him and pinned him down on the bed, straddling his hips with her strong, lean legs. Her hair fell around her elfin face, highlighting her eyes and rosey cheeks, making her cheekbones more visible. The impish grin that was her mouth made him think of the Super Saiya-jin, the look of pure mischief and delight, even as he wrecked havoc upon the world.
"Lemme show you what 'mind-blowing sex' *really* is, My Mighty King." She whispered, voice throaty and lustful. She leaned over and rubbed her breasts over his chest, nibbling on his bottom lip. He stared at her and blinked.
"Y-You on top?" He asked, bewildered. She grinned slowly and giggled.
"Just wait, King Vegeta... I'm totally gonna blow yer mind."
~*~*~
He stared at the ceiling after their intercourse; he still wasn't about to call it 'lovemaking' just yet, but intercourse was intamite enough for that. Bulma lay next to him, her beautiful, shaply face buried into the crook of his neck, asleep. Her chest rose and fell with her deep, slow breathing, pale, lithe body silver in the moonlight.
He glanced at her, his dark face clouded slightly in thought. Here, on Earth, he had his destined mate, his Heir, a home... and on his home planet he had nothing. Nothing but pain. And Bulma had been so willing to try and take that pain away. She had WANTED to hear about his past, even when other beings had cringed even at the thought of being Freeza's personal servant/assassin.
Small footsteps brought his attention to the doorway, where Trunks stood silently, his tousled violet hair hanging slightly in his eyes, childish lips in a small straight line. the boy griped the door way with his hands, half of his body unvisible.
"Mama asleep?" He whispered loudly, large eyes blinking dimmly. Vegita started slightly. He hadn't known the child could speak.
"Yes, boy. She's asleep." He said gruffly, tightening his one arm hold on Bulma's body. "Go back to bed."
Trunks nodded and cast his mother a soft glance full of love before turning and running back to his room, tiny feet making little noise.
Vegita yawned, turning a bit towards Bulma to wrap both arms around his chosen mate before falling asleep.
~*~*~
That's all for now. C&C welcome.