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Left off: "You know I wouldn't…." He gulped down, not able to finish the sentence, pride holding back anything he really wanted to say. Bulma shook her head in agreement. Even if he threatened her, she knew deep down he really wouldn't kill her. The thought hadn't ever crossed her mind…except maybe the time on Namek when he was still scary. "Yet, what could this dream possibly mean?" she thought. Her tears continued to come, as he ran his fingers through her hair, bringing her face closer to his. She let out a slight whimper, as he brought his lips closer to hers. She kissed him willingly, finding no other way break the tension that was surrounding them. Passion engulfed with the kiss each time their lips and tongues met. Vegeta's hands came down her back, pushing her closer to him.
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There was a desire and yearning that enclosed the depths of his soul. Out of all the nightmares he had encountered, none had ever made his heart race quite this fast. And never in his life had he actually felt it burst with sorrow at the thought of losing someone. Yet, this wasn't just anyone…this was Bulma he was considering here. What life had he had before her? A life of death, hatred, and cold anger that never ceased. A life of betrayal, dishonesty, and distrust. His defenses were always up, never down for a moment to let anyone in. Yet, somehow from the time he landed on earth…something had happened. Bulma had wiggled her way through the cold exterior and claimed his heart. Taken from him the only piece of sanity he had left, and made him trust her. She let him realize that there were those in this life that were willing to let go of themselves to love someone else, and risk everything for that love. However, "love" was not a term that fit in his vocabulary…but the feeling of her in his arms…allowing him let go of all his sorrows, all his troubles…that was a word that he couldn't even describe the beauty of.
Vegeta then placed his finger across her mouth, stopping their meeting. Bulma looked to him in protest, a pout forming at the thought of him stopping any wave of tenderness. He leaned closer to her ear and whispered, "Just let me feel you." She looked to him in confusion, for he was never quite this adoring. 'What is he up to?' She thought. As questions ran through her mind, she didn't even realize that he had moved from underneath her, now resting beside her. His eyes moved across her body, almost making her uncomfortable…for he had never studied her like this before, and she wasn't even naked. Of course she knew that her clothes wouldn't stay on for long, not when Vegeta was in a mood. Bulma looked at him with her blue eyes, trying to figure out what was going on in that mind of his; and with Vegeta it was always a surprise. He didn't say anything. So, she took the initiative to say something before he did. With an irritated tone she replied, "What?!" He chuckled, with that intense voice of his that could completely drive her insane. A smirk forming across his lips, he moved over her, claiming her lips with his own. He moved to her ear and again whispered, "Just let me feel you."
"What is that supposed to mean?" she asked aggravated that he was getting a kick out of this. In a matter of half an hour he had went from depressed, and moody to manipulative, and downright sexy. 'What is going on in that head of yours?' she thought.
'Just want to be with you.' He thought, as he kissed his way down her neck, hands moving up her thighs pulling her dress upward.
"What did you say?" Bulma asked him with a surprised tone.
"Woman, I didn't say anything. Now be quiet."
"Yes you did…you said 'Just want to be with you.'"
His head shot up, and eyebrows furrowing into that famous scowl. His mouth was wide open in shock. There was no way she could have heard him. Was this some sort of the beginning of that bonding crap he had heard about before? The only rational theory that could have brought this through was that he had put down his barriers enough to let her further in his mind than he had thought. Which also meant from time to time she could hear his thoughts, and vice versa. Their relationship ran deeper than he had ever imagined, deep enough that they…his thoughts trailed off, and he cleared his throat replying, "You mean you didn't ask me anything…you didn't say anything to me before you heard that?"
With an even more confused look on her face, Bulma said, "No. Well, I did but only in my mind."
It was over, he was just becoming to damn soft, too nice…whatever it was he had willingly let her in without realizing to depth of it. When all this started…the whole ordeal with Kakarott's death, the nightmares, even the sex…he had let her in. He had thought it, and consciously wanted her to really 'see him.' But damn if he thought that it was really going to happen. Right now he just couldn't look at her. What was he doing? Why was he doing this? He was breaking, and this was showing that he really could feel. He was becoming what was never meant to be, at least according to himself. He was a cold, ruthless killer, a Saiyan Elite. At least that's what he had been. Now what was he? What was to become of him? Now he was living on this mud ball of a planet, with a kid, and a woman who could never keep her mouth shut. He wasn't the same man that he was four years ago. According to everyone else, including himself it was for the better. What had he done to deserve this life?…the peace that he lived now, with the blue-haired beauty that had his soul. In some unexpected turn, his fate was destined to be here, with her. They fit together in every possible way. Their meeting hadn't been accidental, or with pure lust like he had thought in the beginning…it was meant to happen. Fate had dealt him a life of torture with Frieza, a life he thought he would be bargained with for the rest of eternity. Then it seemed as if fate had always perceived him to come to her, as she to him. She had spent her time with that weakling for over a decade, only to leave and find herself in his arms. He now knew it wasn't just by chance.
Bulma rolled over, as if in some odd way she could sense all that Vegeta was thinking. His back was now to her, and she wasn't going to let him out of this. How dare he get her riled up like this only to stop suddenly? She wouldn't have it. His back still to her, she sat up and removed her dress. Even though she had hoped earlier he would be the one to remove it. She raked her fingers over the muscles in his arm, up to his neck where she kissed him lightly.
"You big lug." She said softly, as she crawled over him, pushing him on his back again. His eyes were once again closed, and she snuggled up to him, knowing that he was in deep thought; and there was no telling what he was going to do next.
"I'm going to go train." he said to her, standing up and heading to the dresser for his workout gear.
Bulma sat up, confused once again as usual. "What? You're going to train now??!!"
"That's what I said wasn't it." He said back to her sarcastically.
"You are strange you know that…" Bulma said even more aggravated. "Just because I heard you say something in your mind, you freak out! Just deal with it. I know you care about me, so don't try to beat around the bush….and…" she stuttered, "You can't just get me all worked up and then leave!"
Vegeta said nothing. He pulled out his shorts, and shoes and started over to the bed to put them on.
Then Bulma seductively stood up and appeared right in front of him as he turned around.
"What woman?" he said in his usual tone.
"Hey buster…we had a deal earlier!" she said, poking her finger at his chest. "In fact you were the one who made me promise to make this a night to blow your mind…and now you're backing out? The Vegeta I know never backs out on a night of good sex."
"So…" she said as she made butterfly kisses up his neck, and blowing on the same places she touched. "What do you say…you drop your macho act…put the clothes away…and join me for a ride?"
His face remained cold, but Bulma knew otherwise. She gasped when he picked her up, his mouth just inches away from her own. She wrapped her legs around his trim waist, as his hands took hold of her backside. Her arms snaked their way around his neck. She parted her lips ready to kiss him, but he wouldn't allow it.
"Not yet." He whispered in such a way that it sent shivers down her spine. They reached the bed, and she was once again positioned beside him, as his hands caressed her body. "As I said before…just let me feel you…" he replied. And with that he removed her undergarments. She reached up to touch him, but he held her hands away, and placed them over her head, holding them with his own. With one free hand he gracefully moved his fingertips over her body, barely touching her heated skin. Wherever his fingers trailed he left kisses, and hot breath, driving her wild. He still never kissed her on the mouth, telling her it wasn't the right moment. Right now he just wanted to touch her, hold her, building his way up to their most passionate moment.
He was always like this Bulma thought. He was an aggressive fighter, but in bed he was a gentle as possible…most of the time. And since the occurrence of this big nightmare, he seemed to want to take his time with her tonight. Including getting her to believe he was going to leave and train. It was the first time she had ever heard any of his thoughts, but she always seemed to understand what he was thinking from their first union. It was like they had an awareness of each other's thoughts. She had been caught of guard when she actually heard him think as if he was talking to her directly. It obviously shocked him, but at the same time it seemed to please him. As if this whole time he had been searching for her to find him, and now she had; but it frightened him to think he could get this close to someone.
Vegeta continued his torture as he made his way down her collarbone, breasts, belly, and onward. Every time his mouth touched her skin, she cried out in soft whimpers. It was amazing how soft his kisses were. She just wished he would hurry it up and kiss her; she was aching for his mouth to meet hers. She wanted to feel his tongue wrapped up with hers ready for battle. His hand let go of hers, and she began the same gentle torture as he had endured on her. She started moving her fingers across his bare skin pushing him towards her. His mouth was once again mere centimeters away from hers, and it was now that he would let her have her way…but not for long. Bulma shrieked with joy when his tongue ventured through her mouth. As the passion rose and burned through them both, time stood still. Once Vegeta found his way into her, he felt the complete. The emptiness he had felt before her was filled. Everything about her corresponded with him, and made him whole. Each time they found their way in each other's arms he became lost inside her.
He rested his head on her chest, trying to steady his breathing. As Bulma moved her fingers through his hair, he took her free hand and entwined it in his own. She had the most delicate hands, and his almost engulfed them. However tiny her hands, she could bring him to her with just one touch. He lifted her hand towards him, and kissed the top of it gently. His eyes slowly began to drift off, and moments later he was asleep. Bulma looked at him, as a smile crept on her face. Her Prince would sleep soundly tonight.
Left off: "You know I wouldn't…." He gulped down, not able to finish the sentence, pride holding back anything he really wanted to say. Bulma shook her head in agreement. Even if he threatened her, she knew deep down he really wouldn't kill her. The thought hadn't ever crossed her mind…except maybe the time on Namek when he was still scary. "Yet, what could this dream possibly mean?" she thought. Her tears continued to come, as he ran his fingers through her hair, bringing her face closer to his. She let out a slight whimper, as he brought his lips closer to hers. She kissed him willingly, finding no other way break the tension that was surrounding them. Passion engulfed with the kiss each time their lips and tongues met. Vegeta's hands came down her back, pushing her closer to him.
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There was a desire and yearning that enclosed the depths of his soul. Out of all the nightmares he had encountered, none had ever made his heart race quite this fast. And never in his life had he actually felt it burst with sorrow at the thought of losing someone. Yet, this wasn't just anyone…this was Bulma he was considering here. What life had he had before her? A life of death, hatred, and cold anger that never ceased. A life of betrayal, dishonesty, and distrust. His defenses were always up, never down for a moment to let anyone in. Yet, somehow from the time he landed on earth…something had happened. Bulma had wiggled her way through the cold exterior and claimed his heart. Taken from him the only piece of sanity he had left, and made him trust her. She let him realize that there were those in this life that were willing to let go of themselves to love someone else, and risk everything for that love. However, "love" was not a term that fit in his vocabulary…but the feeling of her in his arms…allowing him let go of all his sorrows, all his troubles…that was a word that he couldn't even describe the beauty of.
Vegeta then placed his finger across her mouth, stopping their meeting. Bulma looked to him in protest, a pout forming at the thought of him stopping any wave of tenderness. He leaned closer to her ear and whispered, "Just let me feel you." She looked to him in confusion, for he was never quite this adoring. 'What is he up to?' She thought. As questions ran through her mind, she didn't even realize that he had moved from underneath her, now resting beside her. His eyes moved across her body, almost making her uncomfortable…for he had never studied her like this before, and she wasn't even naked. Of course she knew that her clothes wouldn't stay on for long, not when Vegeta was in a mood. Bulma looked at him with her blue eyes, trying to figure out what was going on in that mind of his; and with Vegeta it was always a surprise. He didn't say anything. So, she took the initiative to say something before he did. With an irritated tone she replied, "What?!" He chuckled, with that intense voice of his that could completely drive her insane. A smirk forming across his lips, he moved over her, claiming her lips with his own. He moved to her ear and again whispered, "Just let me feel you."
"What is that supposed to mean?" she asked aggravated that he was getting a kick out of this. In a matter of half an hour he had went from depressed, and moody to manipulative, and downright sexy. 'What is going on in that head of yours?' she thought.
'Just want to be with you.' He thought, as he kissed his way down her neck, hands moving up her thighs pulling her dress upward.
"What did you say?" Bulma asked him with a surprised tone.
"Woman, I didn't say anything. Now be quiet."
"Yes you did…you said 'Just want to be with you.'"
His head shot up, and eyebrows furrowing into that famous scowl. His mouth was wide open in shock. There was no way she could have heard him. Was this some sort of the beginning of that bonding crap he had heard about before? The only rational theory that could have brought this through was that he had put down his barriers enough to let her further in his mind than he had thought. Which also meant from time to time she could hear his thoughts, and vice versa. Their relationship ran deeper than he had ever imagined, deep enough that they…his thoughts trailed off, and he cleared his throat replying, "You mean you didn't ask me anything…you didn't say anything to me before you heard that?"
With an even more confused look on her face, Bulma said, "No. Well, I did but only in my mind."
It was over, he was just becoming to damn soft, too nice…whatever it was he had willingly let her in without realizing to depth of it. When all this started…the whole ordeal with Kakarott's death, the nightmares, even the sex…he had let her in. He had thought it, and consciously wanted her to really 'see him.' But damn if he thought that it was really going to happen. Right now he just couldn't look at her. What was he doing? Why was he doing this? He was breaking, and this was showing that he really could feel. He was becoming what was never meant to be, at least according to himself. He was a cold, ruthless killer, a Saiyan Elite. At least that's what he had been. Now what was he? What was to become of him? Now he was living on this mud ball of a planet, with a kid, and a woman who could never keep her mouth shut. He wasn't the same man that he was four years ago. According to everyone else, including himself it was for the better. What had he done to deserve this life?…the peace that he lived now, with the blue-haired beauty that had his soul. In some unexpected turn, his fate was destined to be here, with her. They fit together in every possible way. Their meeting hadn't been accidental, or with pure lust like he had thought in the beginning…it was meant to happen. Fate had dealt him a life of torture with Frieza, a life he thought he would be bargained with for the rest of eternity. Then it seemed as if fate had always perceived him to come to her, as she to him. She had spent her time with that weakling for over a decade, only to leave and find herself in his arms. He now knew it wasn't just by chance.
Bulma rolled over, as if in some odd way she could sense all that Vegeta was thinking. His back was now to her, and she wasn't going to let him out of this. How dare he get her riled up like this only to stop suddenly? She wouldn't have it. His back still to her, she sat up and removed her dress. Even though she had hoped earlier he would be the one to remove it. She raked her fingers over the muscles in his arm, up to his neck where she kissed him lightly.
"You big lug." She said softly, as she crawled over him, pushing him on his back again. His eyes were once again closed, and she snuggled up to him, knowing that he was in deep thought; and there was no telling what he was going to do next.
"I'm going to go train." he said to her, standing up and heading to the dresser for his workout gear.
Bulma sat up, confused once again as usual. "What? You're going to train now??!!"
"That's what I said wasn't it." He said back to her sarcastically.
"You are strange you know that…" Bulma said even more aggravated. "Just because I heard you say something in your mind, you freak out! Just deal with it. I know you care about me, so don't try to beat around the bush….and…" she stuttered, "You can't just get me all worked up and then leave!"
Vegeta said nothing. He pulled out his shorts, and shoes and started over to the bed to put them on.
Then Bulma seductively stood up and appeared right in front of him as he turned around.
"What woman?" he said in his usual tone.
"Hey buster…we had a deal earlier!" she said, poking her finger at his chest. "In fact you were the one who made me promise to make this a night to blow your mind…and now you're backing out? The Vegeta I know never backs out on a night of good sex."
"So…" she said as she made butterfly kisses up his neck, and blowing on the same places she touched. "What do you say…you drop your macho act…put the clothes away…and join me for a ride?"
His face remained cold, but Bulma knew otherwise. She gasped when he picked her up, his mouth just inches away from her own. She wrapped her legs around his trim waist, as his hands took hold of her backside. Her arms snaked their way around his neck. She parted her lips ready to kiss him, but he wouldn't allow it.
"Not yet." He whispered in such a way that it sent shivers down her spine. They reached the bed, and she was once again positioned beside him, as his hands caressed her body. "As I said before…just let me feel you…" he replied. And with that he removed her undergarments. She reached up to touch him, but he held her hands away, and placed them over her head, holding them with his own. With one free hand he gracefully moved his fingertips over her body, barely touching her heated skin. Wherever his fingers trailed he left kisses, and hot breath, driving her wild. He still never kissed her on the mouth, telling her it wasn't the right moment. Right now he just wanted to touch her, hold her, building his way up to their most passionate moment.
He was always like this Bulma thought. He was an aggressive fighter, but in bed he was a gentle as possible…most of the time. And since the occurrence of this big nightmare, he seemed to want to take his time with her tonight. Including getting her to believe he was going to leave and train. It was the first time she had ever heard any of his thoughts, but she always seemed to understand what he was thinking from their first union. It was like they had an awareness of each other's thoughts. She had been caught of guard when she actually heard him think as if he was talking to her directly. It obviously shocked him, but at the same time it seemed to please him. As if this whole time he had been searching for her to find him, and now she had; but it frightened him to think he could get this close to someone.
Vegeta continued his torture as he made his way down her collarbone, breasts, belly, and onward. Every time his mouth touched her skin, she cried out in soft whimpers. It was amazing how soft his kisses were. She just wished he would hurry it up and kiss her; she was aching for his mouth to meet hers. She wanted to feel his tongue wrapped up with hers ready for battle. His hand let go of hers, and she began the same gentle torture as he had endured on her. She started moving her fingers across his bare skin pushing him towards her. His mouth was once again mere centimeters away from hers, and it was now that he would let her have her way…but not for long. Bulma shrieked with joy when his tongue ventured through her mouth. As the passion rose and burned through them both, time stood still. Once Vegeta found his way into her, he felt the complete. The emptiness he had felt before her was filled. Everything about her corresponded with him, and made him whole. Each time they found their way in each other's arms he became lost inside her.
He rested his head on her chest, trying to steady his breathing. As Bulma moved her fingers through his hair, he took her free hand and entwined it in his own. She had the most delicate hands, and his almost engulfed them. However tiny her hands, she could bring him to her with just one touch. He lifted her hand towards him, and kissed the top of it gently. His eyes slowly began to drift off, and moments later he was asleep. Bulma looked at him, as a smile crept on her face. Her Prince would sleep soundly tonight.
