Chapter 7-The Danger
Vegeta leaned his body even closer, pressing into her soft curves to absorb the tremors running through her body. His arms were now wrapped around her. He brushed his lips against her neck, taking in the scent of her hair with a deep breath. Then he lifted his lips to her ear, leaving a cold spot on her neck in the absence of his warm breath. When he finally answered his voice was pure seduction, liquid gold flowing through her intoxicatingly. It took a moment for his words to sink in. Then her eyes widened and she stared at him blankly.
"You… what?"
He chuckled softly at her utter confusion. His voice took on an edge of laughter that only added to the effect it had on Bulma.
"I said, 'I will perform your 'Virgin Night' on the condition that you tell me what you did to Yamcha that was more evil than anything that I would like to do to him.'" Bulma gave him a clear-eyed look before she collapsed in a helpless fit of giggles against his broad chest.
"All things considered, I thought it was a relatively simple request Woman." Vegeta observed more to the room than the blue haired beauty clinging to his neck, resuming his normal speaking voice, although it lacked its usual sting when he spoke.
"You," gasp, " want to know," nothing beyond this point was intelligible, as she was now laughing too hard to speak clearly. Finally her laughter settled to a quiet enough level that she was able to meet her end of the deal.
"Um, well, you see Vegeta, umm the thing is… I'm couple of things in Blood society, not just a regular witch. One of those things is a Black Widow. And, as a Black Widow I can cast what are called tangled webs. So… weeeeeeellllllll, when I found out that Yamcha had technical difficulties, so to speak, with being faithful, I kind of created a tangled web that…"her words trailed off in an indistinguishable mumble. She hid her face against his neck; he could feel the heat from her blushing face. The weirdest things embarrass this female.
"What was that Woman? I didn't quite catch what you said," Vegeta informed her. She slowly raised her head and without meeting his eyes sighed.
"I weaved a tangled web that would be activated the next time he sleeps with any woman, or hell I don't know man, that he can only have relations with that person from that point on. If he cheats on them with someone else he will become impotent for the rest of his life regardless of who he sleeps with." She reburied her head against his neck as he stared at the wall across the room digesting this bit of information. Suddenly he reared his head back and started roaring with laughter.
Bulma jerked back and stared at her prince, watching him genuinely laugh for the first time since she had met him. He had a very rich deep laugh that reverberated through the room. Bulma couldn't help it. She joined in and soon they were both laughing so hard anyone walking into the room at that point would have a hard time telling who was holding up whom.
Vegeta chuckled a bit. "That was brilliant. I haven't laughed that hard since… ever. And now, little witch, that was the term you used wasn't it?" At her nod he continued, "Since you've kept your part of the deal, it's my turn to keep my half of the deal." He noticed the nerves return to her sapphire eyes. He felt a moment of fear exasperation; surely it was exasperation at the thought that she would start shaking again. Before she could get nervous again, he quickly grabbed her around her tiny waist and tossed her over her his shoulder. He walked out the door, pausing only long enough to shut off the lights, and up the stairs towards his bedroom. He ignored the angry yells Bulma directed at him and the tiny fists that pounded against his shoulder and the feet that waved angrily in the air before him.
He dropped her on his bed once they arrived and she shot up off of it, falling back down after bouncing off of the wall that blocked her escape. She glared up at the spiky haired man who looked calmly at her. He turned around and walked into the bathroom, his voice floating back to her. "Believe it or not I have done this before and no one's died from it. The water came on and he thoughtfully added, "Yet."
Bulma still lying on the bed muttered, "How comforting."
"I heard that." He leaned against the doorframe wearing only a pair of baggy black pants, watching her with a considering expression. "You know, you don't have to do this if you really don't want to. After all, wouldn't most of your kind consider it very illogical to lose your virginity on the basis that a dead woman told you that there was a threatening presence? Especially considering how obviously reluctant you are to do so," he finished in a rankled tone.
Jaenelle. No I do have to do this, Vegeta. I will not ignore a request from my grandmother, a command from my queen. Witch never asks anyone to do they'd rather not do without a very good reason. I trust her and strangely enough…I trust you too. Bulma shook her head at her thoughts, unaware that her thought had been loud enough for her lover to pick them up, answering the observation made by the arrogant man standing across the room. Bulma drug a hand through her long blue hair, "I…listen Vegeta, I told you everything that applies to the immediate issue but there's so much more to it that I don't know where to even try to begin. So I'll just say that yes, I do have to do this, whether I want to or not."
Vegeta gave a slight nod. He walked over to the bed and held out a hand to her. Slightly confused, Bulma placed her hand in his and he drew her to her feet.
"One of the requirements of fulfilling my part of our deal," he powered up, focusing his energy almost completely into the index finger he held before the curious eyes of his woman, the woman, "requires getting rid of these." And with that he trailed his finger along the front of her dress, his energy burning through the thin material as well as the thin layer beyond that. Vegeta let his energy flare out and smirked evilly at her stunned expression and brushed the material that clung to her shoulder aside, leaving her wearing only the black lace silk panties and the black jewel hanging from the ring in her stomach. Black? Wasn't it blue earlier?
He was distracted form his thoughts when Bulma unconsciously started to cross her arms to cover herself. Vegeta seized her arms with his hands preventing her from completing the action. She met his eyes and flinched from the angry look on his face. She quickly dropped her eyes, tilting her head forward so that her hair was just long enough to completely cover her breasts. Vegeta growled low in his throat when he noticed what she was doing. He grabbed Bulma's chin and jerked her head up until she looked into his face.
"Let's get some things straight. You will not hide your face because of anything anyone else says or thinks; you are not answerable to anyone else for your actions. You are about to become the lover of the Prince of all Saiyans. You will not act as if it is shameful. Do you understand?" he spoke harshly his fingers holding her face firmly in place so that she couldn't cringe away from the anger he was projecting into his words.
Bulma gave a quick jerky nod, not trusting her voice. Vegeta, however, seemed satisfied with that as a response and his fingers gentled on her face. "Good, now be still." He took a step back and studied her through narrow eyes. She kept her eyes on his face, sufficiently startled by his out burst to comply.
His eyes shifted over her body, becoming slits when her hands twitched as if she was considering disobeying his command. Impudent human! But Bulma remained still and Vegeta resumed his leisurely perusal of her body. Hm. A beautiful face, with intelligent eyes, and a shapely figure, graceful, with full breasts and wide hips, perfect for bearing an heir. And that dipshit gave this up for momentary satisfaction. The moronic inclinations of the males on this world never cease to amaze me.
Bulma getting edgy under his unwavering stare decided it was time to break the silence. "Hey, it's not fair that I should stand here wearing practically nothing while you're wearing a pair of pants." His wicked smile flashed again and without answering he pulled the tight strings that were holding his pants up, letting them pool around his feet. Bulma let out a squeak and quickly averted her eyes, although not before she'd had a clear view of what he was offering her. She squeaked again when he quickly scooped her up and deposited her on the bed once more.
She tried to shift her body away when she felt him stretch out beside her, but was prevented by the strong arm that wrapped itself around her. When he didn't do anything else she felt her body start to relax, getting used to the feel of his heat against her skin, the hard muscles of his arm bunched under her hands. She turned questioning blue eyes toward him, wondering what he was going to do next. He seems to delight in keeping me off guard.
It was one of the last coherent thoughts she had for a while because soon Vegeta's hands and lips were everywhere, stroking, grazing, nibbling, and caressing. One minute gentle, the next rough enough to make her cry out. It wasn't very long before passion overcame reticence and Bulma began to follow his lead, returning the favor of his treatment. Eventually she was ready and he positioned himself over her, she stared at him and signaled to him with a tiny nod. He took her mouth in a violent kiss as he claimed her.
Bulma felt a sharp pain rip through her. She was falling, quickly spinning out of control. She was about to crash into her chalice, shattering it. Suddenly she was pulled up sharply, her mind roughly embraced with the power of another. Then she was Vegeta, was beneath Vegeta, moving with Vegeta and everything began to fade into a swirling mist. There was something tugging at her, a question in the back of her mind that she couldn't focus on.
It's not quite right. It doesn't feel like a Blood's power…but it doesn't feel not like the strength of a jewel. There's something here, something important. But the thought was gone. Her mind was ascending from the abyss and soon she was too caught up in the physical sensation to remember that there was something about the mind that had wrapped around her. Something like but not like: kin, but not kindred.
As they began to reach their climax Bulma felt something brush her mind; something subtle at the edges of her thoughts that she couldn't quite focus on, something like the thought that had occurred to her deep in the abyss. What? There was something. Such a small thing I hardly even noticed it. What…what is it? Suddenly her eyes flew open and she cried out in physical response. She realized what was happening the instant he spilled himself into her.
"Vegeta! Something's slipping past my inner barriers!"
Really Long A/N: My first attempt at anything lemony. I'm sorry I suck so much at romance stories. Please, please, please, please don't shoot me if you don't like it. You people have no concept of how hard it is for me to try to type while I'm laughing that hard, but thanks for encouraging me to attempt writing a lemon. Oh yeah a couple of other things. My best friend has posted her first story on fanfiction.net today and I thought at least some of you might be interested in it. It's in the original section under the title Kissing Bloody Roses. A really cool vampire story, it's good now, but trust me on this it gets better (I should know, I edited it ^_^). I am also editing for Iceis, and she has a neat one that she's working on called Diamonds Over Water. Alright that's the last of my shameless plugs. Also I would like to apologize for not getting this chapter up sooner. I was at the college until after 4:00 and then we were filming for Drama so I didn't get home until 10:00 and I had to type up the writing that I had done in class so it took me longer than I liked to get this up. Sorry ~_~
Bunnie Gurl: LOL. Whatever you are on, you need to share. Thanks for the review, it made ag. much more interesting ^_^.
nattie: Glad you liked it. I won't be doing the different perspective thing very much. It's just that I've never tried to that before either and I wanted to see if I could pull it off. Thanks for the review.
moonkitty: um, about the Virgin Night, she doesn't really come into her but power but it's really close. It allows her to make the Offering which allows her to come into power. Thanks for the advice about lemon writing however. BTW, if I decide to do an afterward behind the scenes or bloopers thing, which I sometimes write for my stories I'll keep your after-sex conversation in mind lol!
Black Panther: *flamboyant bow* Here's the next chapter. ^_~
manga: Yeah, Vegeta will be a wonderful Warlord Prince. I'm glad you are liking my story and hope you don't misplace it again. j/k Thanks for the review. I was very flattered that you would even consider to compare my writing style even remotely with Anne Bishop's.
Kiarene: Of course you were right about the need for at least lime. Actually I had planned at least lime anyway, I just wasn't sure if I should keep it a relatively simple lime, you know that kiss,maybe some vague references and wake up in the morning, or a major detail thing. Thanks for your interest though, I appreciate your advice. I'm glad you enjoy it.
Mushi-azn: thanks for the review and the 'Try a lemon'. ^_~
Raksha: Hope you like this chapter I had to think about this one a little more than the others since I don't remember Anne Bishop ever describing what the mind was like for a woman who was about to shatter her chalice rather than tear through her webs. Unless you count Jaenelle, but she actually had her chalice already shattered when everyone else came in I think. Let me know if that sounded ok. Thanks for the encouragement.
Icia: Icia, Icia, Icia. You've read about half of the first chapter. And that was only because you were really bored in English. To anyone reading these thanks, she really is my friend and I really was sitting right next to her while she was writing her review and reprimanding her for writing one when she hadn't even finished more than half of the first chap. >_
