Hey guys! I felt so bad about leaving everyone hanging for so long, I decided to give you guys another lemon. I just hope you'll like it as much as the first. We're getting down to serious plot soon...so stay tuned!






Chapter 20

Vegeta's bedroom door creaked as he slipped into the shadowy hallway. He smiled to himself as he approached Bulma's bedroom door, and cracked it open. He peeked inside...then sighed and opened the door without stealth. He reached over and turned on the light and stared at the empty rumpled sheets on her bed. Shaking his head, he walked through her room to her balcony and stared downward, where he could see the lights to the gravity chamber ablaze. "I told her not to train at night...the girl doesn't even need it. I know that if she tried, she could whip Krillin and Piccolo without breaking a sweat. I wouldn't be surprised if she could beat Kakarrot's son, too," he thought to himself. He turned around and walked back into the house, heading for the chamber. He dropped his ki so he could watch her without her knowing. When he got to the chamber, he didn't open the door; rather, he stayed outside and watched through the window.

Inside, Bulma was moving at such a rapid speed, it was hard for Vegeta to follow her. She was shooting ki bombs, then racing and stepping into their paths, so they wouldn't destroy anything, and increasing her ability to handle damage in the process. Vegeta thought her training was much akin to the Namek's ability to split into two persons, only Bulma's method was also increasing her speed. It was also rather extreme, for Vegeta thought that there was no way any human could beat her, and since he and Goku were not entering, victory would be a piece of cake. Vegeta had considered entering the contest, but decided against it. He already knew that he was the strongest being in the world. This was to be Bulma's victory. "But she won't be victorious if she beats herself to death before her first match," Vegeta said aloud, and pushed the door open, just as Bulma gave a small cry and fell to the floor.

Vegeta couldn't mask the worry on his face as he ran to her side. "Bulma—,"

Bulma lifted her head and leaned upwards on her elbows, breathing heavily. "Don't worry, Vegeta," she said between gasps for air, "I'm okay."

Vegeta almost turned purple. He stood and crossed his arms and snarled, "Okay. Sure, you're okay. You're bleeding on the floor, it's 3 o'clock in the morning, but you're okay."

Bulma sat up and ran her hand through her hair. Vegeta grabbed her arm from her head and held her palm straight up and down. It was smeared with her own blood. He said again, "Yeah, this is okay." Then he threw her hand down sharply and turned away.

Bulma clenched her teeth and drew her bloodied hand into a fist as it fell onto her lap. "What's the problem? I'm just training...it's not like you don't train, Vegeta," she finished as she threw an accusing glance at his back. He turned around sharply as if he felt her stare pierce through his skin, and returned the look with an angered look of his own. "Train? Yes, I train, but what you do, it's...it's...self-mutilation!"

Bulma jumped to her feet. "Self-mutilation?!? The millions of times I've patched up your bruises and scrapes and self-inflicted injuries, and what? You accuse me of self-mutilation!" She crossed her arms across her chest and stared back at him coldly...

...So coldly, it caused him to shudder. He stared at her for what seemed to be eons, then dropped his hands and his head and murmured, "It's different with you."

Bulma immediately lost her cold façade, coming close to wrap her arms around his waist and place her head on his shoulder. "Vegeta," she began, as he returned her embrace, "Don't you see that I'm no different than you? I don't see how you can't understand...I have to find my limits, to stretch them, to delete them..." Vegeta put his cheek on top of her head and replied, "Of course, I know exactly what you mean, but still...," he cleared his throat and took a deep breath, as if stepping off of a high precipice into a bottomless lake, then said, "I can't stand to see you hurt so badly..."

Bulma looked into his face and smiled wryly. "Good trainer you are...why couldn't you have gotten sympathetic earlier in my training?"

Vegeta fought against a smile at Bulma's humor. Bulma spoke, "But seriously, Vegeta, you can't honestly expect me to not train just so I don't get hurt."

"I know, and I won't ask you to do that, but," he said in an exasperated tone, "it's 3 o'clock in the morning, and you are training to beat some measly little humans. Don't you see how excessive your training for your goal?"

Bulma thought for a moment. "I know, I am going over board, if all I'm trying to do is win the tournament, but I feel that something more is going to happen...I can't really explain it. I just want to be as prepared as possible."

Vegeta smiled smugly. "Trust me, you've had my training. You're as prepared as possible."

"You're training?" Bulma exclaimed, and ran her hands down his back, over his buttocks, and around to the front of his chest. He groaned softly, and Bulma pulled his head down to hers so that their lips were a whisper away, and said, "I think you could use some of my training."

Vegeta rested his forehead against hers, closed his eyes and smiled. "Your training?"

"Exactly."

"And what exactly might that be?"

Bulma kissed him, but quickly, and pulled away. "I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself."

"Oh really?"

"Really."

"Why don't you show me, then?"

Bulma laughed, then pushed Vegeta's chest hard, so hard, that he fell on his butt. Vegeta opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off as Bulma pushed him on his back and straddled his waist between her legs. She leaned over and placed one hand on either side of his head. Her weight was feather-like to him, but her presence...her presence was much, much more. He took a quick intake of breath as Bulma began to kiss him with an infinitely slow tenderness, gradually adding passion until the kiss crescendoed into an all-consuming, white-hot orb of desire. He grasped at her body like a drowning man, desperately searching, kissing her even more deeply. She bit into his lower lip lightly, and emitted a low growl that set his senses reeling. She pulled away and clawed at his shirt like an animal, scratching his chest with her fingernails, but Vegeta reveled in the rough sensation, and arched his back nearly off of the floor.

Bulma kissed the crook of his neck, swirling her tongue around the bite marks of their bonding. Vegeta groaned again as a raw and animalistic lust sluiced through his veins. "She's driving me crazy..." The thought flashed through his mind as his muscles tensed in wild attempts at control. She lightly nipped at the amorous scars on his neck, and he cried out her name madly. She then nipped at his ear and whispered, "See? My training is excellent. You shall enjoy it...," she pulled away, and grasped the edges of her shirt, and pulled it over her head.

Vegeta watched as the cotton gray was removed in a smooth, upward motion, and her cerulean hair tumbled up and back down again luxuriously. Nude from the waist up, he looked at his lover and reveled in her sublunary beauty. No matter how many times he witnessed it, he was always in awe of the art which was his mate. His reverie did not last long, however, as she divested herself of her shorts, and began to tug at his. Vegeta lifted his hips, and in a smooth motion, all boundaries were removed. Vegeta sighed at the sinuous contact of their unbounded skin, hers so silky and smooth. The peace did not last long, either, though, as he felt Bulma's hands encircle his passion in a searing caress. His breath caught in his throat as she squeezed slightly. His blood was raging through his veins. "I can't take this...," he thought desperately, as he watched Bulma, with a feline smile, lower her face to his belly button and lick out the crevice in a slow and opulent manner. "I can't take it...," he thought again and held his breath as he felt her lips travel lower. He could barely keep his body on the ground as he strained for her touch.

A warmth, a fire enveloped his body as she slowly slid her tongue over his length. He let out a sound that was akin to a whimper as she took the tip of his manhood into her mouth and sucked lightly. Vegeta's eyes were closed, and he could see flashes of color fly past his eyes, and felt himself on the verge of rapture, to the point of shaking, quaking, slipping control. His blue-eyed lover raised her head and licked her lips like a cat savoring fine cream. "So, my Saiyan, what do you say of my training?"

Vegeta could hardly respond, his body was so alive with passion. Bulma kneeled over him again, grabbed the back of his neck, and looked him deeply in the eyes. "Show me."

His constraint snapped, Vegeta flung Bulma to the floor and entered her with a mad and frenzied pulse. He could hardly breathe at the pleasure that throbbed through his body, and he pushed like an animal with her. Bulma was so caught up in the experience that she clawed at his back in frantic desire. Vegeta found the scar on her neck, and sank his fangs deeply within her flesh. Bulma cried out wildly, and sank her teeth into Vegeta's, completing their bond. Together, they leaped off the cliff into a bottomless pit of paradise. They rode the waves of pleasure together until a pleasant calmness came over them. They laid together until their rushing pulses subsided.

An irresistible drowsiness overtook Bulma, and she kissed him softly as began to sleep. "I love you...," she said softly, then drifted into a sated sleep. Vegeta gathered her in his arms, and stepped outside. The dewy pre-morning air hit their unclothed skin, and Bulma shivered against Vegeta. Vegeta stared up into the starry sky for a moment, then flew onto Bulma's balcony. He opened the doors and laid Bulma in her bed and covered her, then turned for his own room. He stopped abruptly, though, because Bulma shifted in her sleep and murmured "Vegeta..." He walked back over to the bed and nestled in next to her. He looked at her beautiful sleeping face and said, "I love you, Bulma, and I won't leave you tonight." Together, they drifted off to sleep, and slept way past the morning dawn.











How was it? You know I'm always paranoid about my lemons...the two that I've written in my entire life...lol. Was it okay? I don't know...I get nervous thinking about it. The next chapter will be the beginning of the tournament, and a lot is going to happen there, and much will surface. I'm just happy you guys are sticking with me through my story. Thank you so much.


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