Finally! It's out and written and ... out! You have no idea how much grief this chapter caused me, because, at first, I didn't know where to go with the plot. Secondly, anyone who read my previous note would have seen that my internet has been suckin' butt cheeks lately...my apologies.
Chapter 18
Vegeta was first to wake, and he sat up and stretched, his torso gleaming in the ribbons of midday sunlight that streamed through the glass panes. He blinked sleepily as he closed his mouth. He paused for a moment, and ran his tongue over his own teeth and fangs, finding the sweet nectar of his love's blood lingering there. He smiled and sighed deeply, because he now felt not only himself at peace, but Bulma at peace, too. He turned his head toward the beautiful slumbering Saiyan who was snuggled at his side. Vegeta rested himself back into her arms and caressed her skin, wanting to wake her gently. He noticed once again Bulma's fangs as she languidly smiled and sighed. If he found her beautiful before, she was downright seductive now. There was something strangely erotic and ultimately sexy about her fangs...they made Vegeta want to make love to her over and over and over... He wanted to lap at her like a cat at cream; to savor her like a fine wine to the parched throat. Still, deeper than that, in his soul, he wanted to hold her close to him for eternity, to watch the sun reflect off of her skin, to feel the wind whisper against their passion-sated bodies, to feel her soft breath trickle down his skin and taste her sweet taste on his lips. He held her closer to him as she began to wake.
"Hmm...," Bulma groaned as her long, blue eyelashes began to flutter against the petal-softness of her blushed cheek. Vegeta bit his lip to keep from kissing them, wanting her to wake slowly. She arched her back, and Vegeta felt her muscles move under her skin, and was reminded of a panther, sleek and smooth. She rested her body back against the bed, and, her head in the crook of Vegeta's shoulders, opened her eyes.
Bulma was filled with this inexplicable feeling of being whole. As her eyes opened, she felt as if she now knew some great secret that she'd never known before, and that, with opening her eyes, she was to view a whole new world. So she lifted her eyelids slowly to catch and study whatever may be in her future...and her eyes fixed on one thing: the smooth black orbs of Vegeta's eyes. She looked into his face for a moment. He was emotionless in expression, but his eyes told her everything she needed to know, and her lips broke into a lovely smile. She saw Vegeta's face relax a bit, and raised her head to graze his mouth. "Good morning, love," she said softly against his lips.
Vegeta smiled, but his mouth was stuck...there were so many things he was thinking, and his mind and spirit surged with a strange emotion that he had never felt before, and couldn't find the words to express them. So, instead he joked at her statement. "Morning, you say? It's well past morning." He bent down to return her kiss, slowly, tenderly, and... then motioned to the clock. "Check for yourself."
Bulma shook her head and looked away with a small smile on her face. She knew what he felt; she felt exactly the same- only she knew the word for it... and realized that it was too soon for Vegeta to come out and say it himself. So she looked toward the clock lazily. "It's 12:30...," Bulma said, then quickly did a double take. "It's 12:30! Oh Kami! Look how much training I've missed!" With that, Bulma jumped out of bed and ran for her bathroom, grabbing her training clothing on the way. Vegeta laid back in the bed for a moment with a smirk on his face and his arms crossed. He heard the shower turn on, and creatively thought of some pleasant diversions...but decided against them. "My Saiyan is right," he thought. So he knocked on her bathroom door and said, "I'll meet you in the gravity room," and heard her yell a response.
*****
"Hah!" Bulma yelled as she threw a punch at an imaginary opponent. In the complexities of her mind, she saw another fighter across from her. She dredged up the memory of the fighter who she conquered in her reoccurring dream. She stopped for a minute and wiped at the perspiration on her forehead with the back of her hand. Her dream was coming more often, and it was always the same- she was fighting some shadowy character. She recalled feeling deeply toward him, but she couldn't tell whether it was positive or negative. In her dream, she fought to the height of her abilities, but it didn't seem as if she needed to...there was some force that made her do it anyway. It always began with her running, dodging close attacks. She remembered rolling, and the noise, oh the great noise that surrounded her...and then she attacked...but she didn't know what she used...it was odd. Bulma physically shook her head, trying to understand it...this dream was entering into many aspects of her life...especially the end. She couldn't help smiling, because the dream always ended with her in Vegeta's arms...
Vegeta entered the gravity room to see Bulma with a languid smile crossing her face. He felt her and their eyes met at exactly the same time. "Thinking of me, I see," Vegeta said, crossing his arms. Bulma's eyebrow arched a millimeter, then fell again. "Why ever would you think that?" She asked with a sassy tone. "Think? I don't assume- I know," Vegeta stated. "And how do you know?" Bulma asked again. "How do I know? Bulma, that's entirely your fault."
"My fault?" Now her eyebrow raised in honest perplexity.
Vegeta chuckled, and crossed the room to her side and lowered his head to the puncture wounds on her neck. "Vegeta, this is hardly the time...," Bulma began, but then moaned as Vegeta lightly caressed the tender flesh with his lips, and finally gently sunk his teeth in. Bulma shuttered as she felt a pleasure snap through her like lightning. Vegeta lifted his head and smiled at her. "That's why."
"What is it?"
"You mean you don't remember?" It was Vegeta's turn to be perplexed.
Bulma furrowed her brow in concentration, but could not think of how she had gotten the sensitive marks on her neck. She glanced forward, and suddenly, her eyes caught a pair of puncture wounds on Vegeta's neck, similar to her own. Without thought, she instinctually sprung forward and sunk her fangs into the hard flesh of his neck. Vegeta instantly arched his back and uttered a loud and animalistic growl. Bulma pulled back, and realized what she had done. "What...what did I just do?"
"You don't understand?" Vegeta said, amazed that she could bond without knowing what it was..."I have some explaining to do, I guess...I've put it off for a bit." It had been nearly a week since they'd found each other that wonderful morning.
"Well...," Vegeta began, "last week, when we-" Vegeta took this moment to smile wickedly "-let fate play it's part...you bonded with me."
"Bonded?" Bulma raised her left hand to the marks on her neck...and raised her right to the marks on Vegeta's. When she touched both wounds, an energy like she'd never felt before, a feeling of premeditated pleasure, of a placid peace, of wholeness- it came over her in a tidal wave of feeling. Somehow, she knew- she didn't know how, but she knew- Vegeta felt it, too. "You feel what I feel." It wasn't a question.
Vegeta didn't answer, but his face, especially his eyes...they were so tender, so loving...and she knew. Forever, they were to be together. "Yes, forever...," she heard Vegeta's voice say in her mind. "Whoa!" she said, "How'd you do that? Can you read my thoughts now?" Vegeta chuckled as he knew that she was calculating the danger of this concept. "Yes, I can...but in turn, you can also read mine. When our bond becomes stronger than it already is, we will be able to communicate telepathically for great distances. "Really? How strong is it now?" Bulma thought in her mind, and Vegeta responded, "Hmm...I don't really know," and he chuckled, "you're the only woman I've ever been bonded to." He caught the flash of tenderness that crossed her features at his statement. "You just admitted that I'm the only woman you've ever..." Bulma said in his thoughts. Vegeta said, "I,...uh, ahem,...I suppose, if you want to say that..." Vegeta trailed off uneasily. Bulma, who not only noticed his discomfort, but read it in his mind, laughed. "That's okay," she brought her face close to his. "I know." She kissed his nose softly as his eyes closed and his arms came around her. "Bulma,..." he began, but Bulma put her finger to his lips. "I need to train."
Vegeta laughed. "You need training in this? I'm sure we can devote every night, perhaps every morning too...and every other day..."
Bulma laughed, too. "Not for that, silly," and she purred seductively into his ear. "I'm pretty sure I have enough practice at that," she said in his head as her hand ran suggestively down his muscled back. She smiled as Vegeta tensed, but continued, "There is only a week until the Martial Arts tournament. I want to be fully prepared."
"Fully prepared? Bulma, you can whip every one of those pansies!"
"I know...I just want to do it with...well, style. Show them who's Saiyan- whose boss."
Vegeta crossed his arms across his chest and smirked. "And who might that be?"
Bulma also smirked and placed her hands on her hips. "Why, me, of course."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Positive."
Vegeta licked at his fangs. "Well, how about we test this theory?"
"When ever you're ready, your majesty," she said, with extra playful emphasis on 'your majesty'.
Vegeta lowered his head and, without warning, spun and threw a ki blast straight for Bulma's face. Bulma raised her hand and deflected the high-powered blast without flinching. She winked in her lovers direction as her ki raised. "Let's go, then."
So, what do you think? I think I know where I'm going after this...and who out there wants another lemon? Review and tell me!
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Chapter 18
Vegeta was first to wake, and he sat up and stretched, his torso gleaming in the ribbons of midday sunlight that streamed through the glass panes. He blinked sleepily as he closed his mouth. He paused for a moment, and ran his tongue over his own teeth and fangs, finding the sweet nectar of his love's blood lingering there. He smiled and sighed deeply, because he now felt not only himself at peace, but Bulma at peace, too. He turned his head toward the beautiful slumbering Saiyan who was snuggled at his side. Vegeta rested himself back into her arms and caressed her skin, wanting to wake her gently. He noticed once again Bulma's fangs as she languidly smiled and sighed. If he found her beautiful before, she was downright seductive now. There was something strangely erotic and ultimately sexy about her fangs...they made Vegeta want to make love to her over and over and over... He wanted to lap at her like a cat at cream; to savor her like a fine wine to the parched throat. Still, deeper than that, in his soul, he wanted to hold her close to him for eternity, to watch the sun reflect off of her skin, to feel the wind whisper against their passion-sated bodies, to feel her soft breath trickle down his skin and taste her sweet taste on his lips. He held her closer to him as she began to wake.
"Hmm...," Bulma groaned as her long, blue eyelashes began to flutter against the petal-softness of her blushed cheek. Vegeta bit his lip to keep from kissing them, wanting her to wake slowly. She arched her back, and Vegeta felt her muscles move under her skin, and was reminded of a panther, sleek and smooth. She rested her body back against the bed, and, her head in the crook of Vegeta's shoulders, opened her eyes.
Bulma was filled with this inexplicable feeling of being whole. As her eyes opened, she felt as if she now knew some great secret that she'd never known before, and that, with opening her eyes, she was to view a whole new world. So she lifted her eyelids slowly to catch and study whatever may be in her future...and her eyes fixed on one thing: the smooth black orbs of Vegeta's eyes. She looked into his face for a moment. He was emotionless in expression, but his eyes told her everything she needed to know, and her lips broke into a lovely smile. She saw Vegeta's face relax a bit, and raised her head to graze his mouth. "Good morning, love," she said softly against his lips.
Vegeta smiled, but his mouth was stuck...there were so many things he was thinking, and his mind and spirit surged with a strange emotion that he had never felt before, and couldn't find the words to express them. So, instead he joked at her statement. "Morning, you say? It's well past morning." He bent down to return her kiss, slowly, tenderly, and... then motioned to the clock. "Check for yourself."
Bulma shook her head and looked away with a small smile on her face. She knew what he felt; she felt exactly the same- only she knew the word for it... and realized that it was too soon for Vegeta to come out and say it himself. So she looked toward the clock lazily. "It's 12:30...," Bulma said, then quickly did a double take. "It's 12:30! Oh Kami! Look how much training I've missed!" With that, Bulma jumped out of bed and ran for her bathroom, grabbing her training clothing on the way. Vegeta laid back in the bed for a moment with a smirk on his face and his arms crossed. He heard the shower turn on, and creatively thought of some pleasant diversions...but decided against them. "My Saiyan is right," he thought. So he knocked on her bathroom door and said, "I'll meet you in the gravity room," and heard her yell a response.
*****
"Hah!" Bulma yelled as she threw a punch at an imaginary opponent. In the complexities of her mind, she saw another fighter across from her. She dredged up the memory of the fighter who she conquered in her reoccurring dream. She stopped for a minute and wiped at the perspiration on her forehead with the back of her hand. Her dream was coming more often, and it was always the same- she was fighting some shadowy character. She recalled feeling deeply toward him, but she couldn't tell whether it was positive or negative. In her dream, she fought to the height of her abilities, but it didn't seem as if she needed to...there was some force that made her do it anyway. It always began with her running, dodging close attacks. She remembered rolling, and the noise, oh the great noise that surrounded her...and then she attacked...but she didn't know what she used...it was odd. Bulma physically shook her head, trying to understand it...this dream was entering into many aspects of her life...especially the end. She couldn't help smiling, because the dream always ended with her in Vegeta's arms...
Vegeta entered the gravity room to see Bulma with a languid smile crossing her face. He felt her and their eyes met at exactly the same time. "Thinking of me, I see," Vegeta said, crossing his arms. Bulma's eyebrow arched a millimeter, then fell again. "Why ever would you think that?" She asked with a sassy tone. "Think? I don't assume- I know," Vegeta stated. "And how do you know?" Bulma asked again. "How do I know? Bulma, that's entirely your fault."
"My fault?" Now her eyebrow raised in honest perplexity.
Vegeta chuckled, and crossed the room to her side and lowered his head to the puncture wounds on her neck. "Vegeta, this is hardly the time...," Bulma began, but then moaned as Vegeta lightly caressed the tender flesh with his lips, and finally gently sunk his teeth in. Bulma shuttered as she felt a pleasure snap through her like lightning. Vegeta lifted his head and smiled at her. "That's why."
"What is it?"
"You mean you don't remember?" It was Vegeta's turn to be perplexed.
Bulma furrowed her brow in concentration, but could not think of how she had gotten the sensitive marks on her neck. She glanced forward, and suddenly, her eyes caught a pair of puncture wounds on Vegeta's neck, similar to her own. Without thought, she instinctually sprung forward and sunk her fangs into the hard flesh of his neck. Vegeta instantly arched his back and uttered a loud and animalistic growl. Bulma pulled back, and realized what she had done. "What...what did I just do?"
"You don't understand?" Vegeta said, amazed that she could bond without knowing what it was..."I have some explaining to do, I guess...I've put it off for a bit." It had been nearly a week since they'd found each other that wonderful morning.
"Well...," Vegeta began, "last week, when we-" Vegeta took this moment to smile wickedly "-let fate play it's part...you bonded with me."
"Bonded?" Bulma raised her left hand to the marks on her neck...and raised her right to the marks on Vegeta's. When she touched both wounds, an energy like she'd never felt before, a feeling of premeditated pleasure, of a placid peace, of wholeness- it came over her in a tidal wave of feeling. Somehow, she knew- she didn't know how, but she knew- Vegeta felt it, too. "You feel what I feel." It wasn't a question.
Vegeta didn't answer, but his face, especially his eyes...they were so tender, so loving...and she knew. Forever, they were to be together. "Yes, forever...," she heard Vegeta's voice say in her mind. "Whoa!" she said, "How'd you do that? Can you read my thoughts now?" Vegeta chuckled as he knew that she was calculating the danger of this concept. "Yes, I can...but in turn, you can also read mine. When our bond becomes stronger than it already is, we will be able to communicate telepathically for great distances. "Really? How strong is it now?" Bulma thought in her mind, and Vegeta responded, "Hmm...I don't really know," and he chuckled, "you're the only woman I've ever been bonded to." He caught the flash of tenderness that crossed her features at his statement. "You just admitted that I'm the only woman you've ever..." Bulma said in his thoughts. Vegeta said, "I,...uh, ahem,...I suppose, if you want to say that..." Vegeta trailed off uneasily. Bulma, who not only noticed his discomfort, but read it in his mind, laughed. "That's okay," she brought her face close to his. "I know." She kissed his nose softly as his eyes closed and his arms came around her. "Bulma,..." he began, but Bulma put her finger to his lips. "I need to train."
Vegeta laughed. "You need training in this? I'm sure we can devote every night, perhaps every morning too...and every other day..."
Bulma laughed, too. "Not for that, silly," and she purred seductively into his ear. "I'm pretty sure I have enough practice at that," she said in his head as her hand ran suggestively down his muscled back. She smiled as Vegeta tensed, but continued, "There is only a week until the Martial Arts tournament. I want to be fully prepared."
"Fully prepared? Bulma, you can whip every one of those pansies!"
"I know...I just want to do it with...well, style. Show them who's Saiyan- whose boss."
Vegeta crossed his arms across his chest and smirked. "And who might that be?"
Bulma also smirked and placed her hands on her hips. "Why, me, of course."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Positive."
Vegeta licked at his fangs. "Well, how about we test this theory?"
"When ever you're ready, your majesty," she said, with extra playful emphasis on 'your majesty'.
Vegeta lowered his head and, without warning, spun and threw a ki blast straight for Bulma's face. Bulma raised her hand and deflected the high-powered blast without flinching. She winked in her lovers direction as her ki raised. "Let's go, then."
So, what do you think? I think I know where I'm going after this...and who out there wants another lemon? Review and tell me!
If you'd like to join my mailing list, please mention in a review, provide your email address, or email me privately at songbird333@adelphia.net.