DISCLAIMER: I do not own nor am I associated with Dragonball Z or any of
it's franchise. If I was, maybe I would not be as broke as I am. However, I
do own this story, the Squalls, King Tidus, Risa, and Isabelle -take them
and die! J
Quick notes: LEMON WARNING!! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE OFFENDED MY SEXUAL SCENES!
LAST TIME ON "YOU ARE MINE":
"Remember this woman," he said. "You will never run so far and hide so well that I will not find you. You will never run so fast that I will not catch you. You are mine now, whether you like it or not. Even though we were both forced into this, I will not let you go."
Bulma could do nothing but stand there in stunned silence as the Saiyan king ever so slowly towards her before his lips touched hers in a whisper.
~*~*~*~*~
Chapter 7: No Room for Doubts (Lemon warning!)
"Never!" Bulma cried, desperate for a distraction against Vegeta's closeness. "I will never be yours!" Vegeta just laughed hollowly.
"We'll see about that," was all he said before his mouth captured hers.
Bulma was momentarily too stunned at the first impact of the kiss to react. His warm mouth covered hers, backing her even further into the glass wall. Bulma's hands found themselves resting on Vegeta's shoulders in a failed attempt to push him away. Of course, Vegeta wasn't even phased as he reached up, took hold of her chin, and gently forced her mouth open so his tongue could invade her mouth even more.
Bulma felt as if she had just been swept off her feet as Vegeta's tongue entered her mouth. She was so startled by the warmness that she suddenly felt and started to feel weak. She leaned against the window for support and her delicate hands fell from her husband's shoulders to his forearms, almost at his elbow. A small whimper escaped her only to be answered by a growl from Vegeta.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Vegeta broke the kiss. Bulma unknowingly leaned into him, her face buried in the crook of his neck, as she gasped for breath. How did this man, the very same man who's father almost brought a near-end for Chikyuu and whom she had been taught to despise while growing up, make her feel things she had never felt before? She had never felt so breathless and alive after kissing Yamcha!
Vegeta smirked as his young wife clung to him. He knew that she was not thinking clearly, otherwise she would have been on the other side of the room by now. Gently, he picked the small woman in his arms, carrying her over to the bed. Bulma hung onto him until she realized their destination; she started to struggle, desperate to get away.
"Please," she begged in a whisper. "Let me go!"
"Not until we clear that little thought of yours that you will never be mine," Vegeta boasted as he set his gentle prize down on the bed.
"I.I-I don't doubt it!" Bulma cried out in a panic. "I know that I am yours! Please!"
Vegeta just laughed. "No you don't.but you will. Believe me, after tonight, there will be no room for doubts."
"No." Bulma's protest was swallowed as Vegeta once again claimed her mouth with his own. She may have been as tense as a board at the moment, but her lips parted sweetly to his kiss. Vegeta brought his hand up to her cheek and let it slide down the length of her body all the way down to the hem of her nightgown. Taking a hold of it, he slowly began to pull it upwards. Realizing what he was doing, Bulma's hands desperately tried to stop him. When his hand and her nightgown continued up past thigh, Bulma started to panic.
"No!" she cried, breaking her mouth from his. "Please! Not yet!"
Because of the look of fear and uncertainty in her eyes and from the way she was shaking, Vegeta decided to slow down a little bit. As much as he wanted to just rip her clothes off and take her, he knew better.
"Relax," Vegeta said. Bulma wanted to slap him.
"Relax? RELAX?! How the fuck do you expect me to do that?" she spit out.
"Because I commanded you too."
Bulma opened her mouth to reply, but all that came out was an intake of air as Vegeta began to nibble at her earlobe. Bulma hated to admit it, but, damn! This guy was good! She was so entranced by him nibbling on her ear and kissing his way down and around his neck, she failed to realize Vegeta's hand as it slowly slipped up her nightgown. Only when he started to stick his hand under the elastic of her panties did she notice. Immediately, she brought her hands down to stop his, but all that did was cause his free hand to capture both of her wrists and pin them together above her head, leaving her completely helpless to his bidding. She begged and pleaded with him, but all was lost as she broke off with a scream when his hand delved between the soft petals of her sex to find her most intimate spot. Vegeta continued to stroke her as she writhed and squirmed underneath him, her head tossing from side to side. Bulma was so spaced out that she didn't even notice when Vegeta's hand released her wrists. Instead of trying to push his hand away, her hands now clung to the bedding.
Using his other hand, Vegeta once again took a hold of Bulma's silk nightgown and started to pull it over her head again. Surprisingly, the only protest that Bulma issued has a small whimper. With the nightgown gone, Vegeta surveyed her body. This time, it was he who had a sharp intake of breath. She was gorgeous! She had the perfect woman body, the kind that a man would die to find. Groaning, he lowered his head to her breasts, taking one of the rosebuds into his mouth.
Bulma screamed as Vegeta's mouth closed over her breast. She didn't want this, but, oh god, it felt so good! She tried to speak, tried to tell him no, but nothing came out.
Finally, right before Bulma was about to reach her peek, Vegeta stopped his assault. Lifting himself off of her for a minute, he took the time to remove his pants. Bulma turned away from him and curled into a little ball. Her efforts were rewarded by a haughtily laughter from her husband and the low growl of,
"Nay, I think not," as her grabbed her shoulder, rolled back over, and stretched himself over her again. Rising above his little bride, Vegeta stared down into the blue hues of her eyes. Bulma's tiny hands found their way back onto his shoulders, though Vegeta did not know whether or not she was trying to push him away. Taking her fragile little hands into his own rough ones, Vegeta laced his fingers through hers and pinned her hands on either side of her head. Bulma's fingers clung to hers in desperation.
"Please, I'm not.ready." Bulma whispered. Leaning in so that his mouth was a whisper above hers, Vegeta replied,
"Woman, you are more than ready," before capturing her lips again in one searing kiss. He broke away quickly, leaving her breathless.
"Taste our love," he said before wedging himself between her thighs. Understanding that this was her first time, Vegeta moved slowly, putting just the head in her at first. Immediately, Bulma started shaking. Her hands pushed against his that restrained her, and when he let her hands go, her arms wrapped around his neck and she buried her face against the crook of his neck. Vegeta pressed a little further until he reached her barrier. With one swift movement, he broke through it.
Bulma's cry of pain filled the room. She struggled to get him off of her, determining that he was going to kill her, or at least rip her in two. The pain like burning steel and was almost unbearable.
Trying to comfort her the best he could, Vegeta wrapped his arms around her.
"It's over," he whispered. Bulma clung to his arms and buried her head against his shoulder, determined not to let him hear her sobs of pain.
Finally, the ache and longing was too great for Vegeta, and he began to move. Slowly at first then faster when he felt Bulma's tenseness dim. He curved his hands over her buttocks, forcing her to meet his thrusts.
"Come with me," he demanded in a whisper.
Bulma had no idea what Vegeta was talking about. The aching pain had dimmed to a dull throb as she actually started to find pleasure in what he was doing to her. With every thrust into her, Bulma felt as if Vegeta was taking her higher and higher into the stars, away from all her problems, away from everything. For a moment, he made her forget who she was, who he was, and what had just taken place. Her husband took her to heaven and beyond. She could feel her excitement building in her and cried out with the force of its release.
Vegeta heard his little wife cry out and felt her tense as her body found its release. The sudden warmth that surrounded him and her muscles tightening around him was enough to make him grunt with his own explosion as he emptied his seen into her.
Bulma felt as if the stars had exploded. She had never felt this much bliss before. Unfourtanitely, all good things must come to an end as she drifted downwards from her piece of heaven, sweating and panting and still wrapped in the arms of her lover. Suddenly, she remembered where she was and began to struggle. Stunned, Vegeta unwrapped his arms from around her and rolled off of her, confused at the way she suddenly curled away from him.
'How could I give into him that easily? Ugh, I disgrace myself, my family name, everything that I was taught. Father, how COULD you do this to me?' Bulma questioned for the millionth time.
Suddenly, she felt Vegeta wrap his arms around her and pull her back into his embrace. Despite her tenseness, Vegeta held her tightly as he stroked her back lightly. Although she just wanted to push him away, Vegeta's lulling movements were slowly putting her to sleep. She decided to stop struggling just for tonight and relaxed. Right when she was about to fall asleep, she heard the deep rumble of Vegeta's voice.
"Do you still hold doubts?"
Too tired to argue, Bulma simply replied, "No, I do not hold doubts, you arrogant bastard," right before they were both fast asleep.
***Well, you all wanted it so I delivered! I actually got lucky and found the original lemon scene I first wrote back in July. So how was it? You guys like? I hope so! Thank you so much to those of you who reviewed!!! As a heads up, chapter 8 is the last chapter that I wrote before I left, so chapter 9 might not be up until next week or so!***
Quick notes: LEMON WARNING!! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE OFFENDED MY SEXUAL SCENES!
LAST TIME ON "YOU ARE MINE":
"Remember this woman," he said. "You will never run so far and hide so well that I will not find you. You will never run so fast that I will not catch you. You are mine now, whether you like it or not. Even though we were both forced into this, I will not let you go."
Bulma could do nothing but stand there in stunned silence as the Saiyan king ever so slowly towards her before his lips touched hers in a whisper.
~*~*~*~*~
Chapter 7: No Room for Doubts (Lemon warning!)
"Never!" Bulma cried, desperate for a distraction against Vegeta's closeness. "I will never be yours!" Vegeta just laughed hollowly.
"We'll see about that," was all he said before his mouth captured hers.
Bulma was momentarily too stunned at the first impact of the kiss to react. His warm mouth covered hers, backing her even further into the glass wall. Bulma's hands found themselves resting on Vegeta's shoulders in a failed attempt to push him away. Of course, Vegeta wasn't even phased as he reached up, took hold of her chin, and gently forced her mouth open so his tongue could invade her mouth even more.
Bulma felt as if she had just been swept off her feet as Vegeta's tongue entered her mouth. She was so startled by the warmness that she suddenly felt and started to feel weak. She leaned against the window for support and her delicate hands fell from her husband's shoulders to his forearms, almost at his elbow. A small whimper escaped her only to be answered by a growl from Vegeta.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Vegeta broke the kiss. Bulma unknowingly leaned into him, her face buried in the crook of his neck, as she gasped for breath. How did this man, the very same man who's father almost brought a near-end for Chikyuu and whom she had been taught to despise while growing up, make her feel things she had never felt before? She had never felt so breathless and alive after kissing Yamcha!
Vegeta smirked as his young wife clung to him. He knew that she was not thinking clearly, otherwise she would have been on the other side of the room by now. Gently, he picked the small woman in his arms, carrying her over to the bed. Bulma hung onto him until she realized their destination; she started to struggle, desperate to get away.
"Please," she begged in a whisper. "Let me go!"
"Not until we clear that little thought of yours that you will never be mine," Vegeta boasted as he set his gentle prize down on the bed.
"I.I-I don't doubt it!" Bulma cried out in a panic. "I know that I am yours! Please!"
Vegeta just laughed. "No you don't.but you will. Believe me, after tonight, there will be no room for doubts."
"No." Bulma's protest was swallowed as Vegeta once again claimed her mouth with his own. She may have been as tense as a board at the moment, but her lips parted sweetly to his kiss. Vegeta brought his hand up to her cheek and let it slide down the length of her body all the way down to the hem of her nightgown. Taking a hold of it, he slowly began to pull it upwards. Realizing what he was doing, Bulma's hands desperately tried to stop him. When his hand and her nightgown continued up past thigh, Bulma started to panic.
"No!" she cried, breaking her mouth from his. "Please! Not yet!"
Because of the look of fear and uncertainty in her eyes and from the way she was shaking, Vegeta decided to slow down a little bit. As much as he wanted to just rip her clothes off and take her, he knew better.
"Relax," Vegeta said. Bulma wanted to slap him.
"Relax? RELAX?! How the fuck do you expect me to do that?" she spit out.
"Because I commanded you too."
Bulma opened her mouth to reply, but all that came out was an intake of air as Vegeta began to nibble at her earlobe. Bulma hated to admit it, but, damn! This guy was good! She was so entranced by him nibbling on her ear and kissing his way down and around his neck, she failed to realize Vegeta's hand as it slowly slipped up her nightgown. Only when he started to stick his hand under the elastic of her panties did she notice. Immediately, she brought her hands down to stop his, but all that did was cause his free hand to capture both of her wrists and pin them together above her head, leaving her completely helpless to his bidding. She begged and pleaded with him, but all was lost as she broke off with a scream when his hand delved between the soft petals of her sex to find her most intimate spot. Vegeta continued to stroke her as she writhed and squirmed underneath him, her head tossing from side to side. Bulma was so spaced out that she didn't even notice when Vegeta's hand released her wrists. Instead of trying to push his hand away, her hands now clung to the bedding.
Using his other hand, Vegeta once again took a hold of Bulma's silk nightgown and started to pull it over her head again. Surprisingly, the only protest that Bulma issued has a small whimper. With the nightgown gone, Vegeta surveyed her body. This time, it was he who had a sharp intake of breath. She was gorgeous! She had the perfect woman body, the kind that a man would die to find. Groaning, he lowered his head to her breasts, taking one of the rosebuds into his mouth.
Bulma screamed as Vegeta's mouth closed over her breast. She didn't want this, but, oh god, it felt so good! She tried to speak, tried to tell him no, but nothing came out.
Finally, right before Bulma was about to reach her peek, Vegeta stopped his assault. Lifting himself off of her for a minute, he took the time to remove his pants. Bulma turned away from him and curled into a little ball. Her efforts were rewarded by a haughtily laughter from her husband and the low growl of,
"Nay, I think not," as her grabbed her shoulder, rolled back over, and stretched himself over her again. Rising above his little bride, Vegeta stared down into the blue hues of her eyes. Bulma's tiny hands found their way back onto his shoulders, though Vegeta did not know whether or not she was trying to push him away. Taking her fragile little hands into his own rough ones, Vegeta laced his fingers through hers and pinned her hands on either side of her head. Bulma's fingers clung to hers in desperation.
"Please, I'm not.ready." Bulma whispered. Leaning in so that his mouth was a whisper above hers, Vegeta replied,
"Woman, you are more than ready," before capturing her lips again in one searing kiss. He broke away quickly, leaving her breathless.
"Taste our love," he said before wedging himself between her thighs. Understanding that this was her first time, Vegeta moved slowly, putting just the head in her at first. Immediately, Bulma started shaking. Her hands pushed against his that restrained her, and when he let her hands go, her arms wrapped around his neck and she buried her face against the crook of his neck. Vegeta pressed a little further until he reached her barrier. With one swift movement, he broke through it.
Bulma's cry of pain filled the room. She struggled to get him off of her, determining that he was going to kill her, or at least rip her in two. The pain like burning steel and was almost unbearable.
Trying to comfort her the best he could, Vegeta wrapped his arms around her.
"It's over," he whispered. Bulma clung to his arms and buried her head against his shoulder, determined not to let him hear her sobs of pain.
Finally, the ache and longing was too great for Vegeta, and he began to move. Slowly at first then faster when he felt Bulma's tenseness dim. He curved his hands over her buttocks, forcing her to meet his thrusts.
"Come with me," he demanded in a whisper.
Bulma had no idea what Vegeta was talking about. The aching pain had dimmed to a dull throb as she actually started to find pleasure in what he was doing to her. With every thrust into her, Bulma felt as if Vegeta was taking her higher and higher into the stars, away from all her problems, away from everything. For a moment, he made her forget who she was, who he was, and what had just taken place. Her husband took her to heaven and beyond. She could feel her excitement building in her and cried out with the force of its release.
Vegeta heard his little wife cry out and felt her tense as her body found its release. The sudden warmth that surrounded him and her muscles tightening around him was enough to make him grunt with his own explosion as he emptied his seen into her.
Bulma felt as if the stars had exploded. She had never felt this much bliss before. Unfourtanitely, all good things must come to an end as she drifted downwards from her piece of heaven, sweating and panting and still wrapped in the arms of her lover. Suddenly, she remembered where she was and began to struggle. Stunned, Vegeta unwrapped his arms from around her and rolled off of her, confused at the way she suddenly curled away from him.
'How could I give into him that easily? Ugh, I disgrace myself, my family name, everything that I was taught. Father, how COULD you do this to me?' Bulma questioned for the millionth time.
Suddenly, she felt Vegeta wrap his arms around her and pull her back into his embrace. Despite her tenseness, Vegeta held her tightly as he stroked her back lightly. Although she just wanted to push him away, Vegeta's lulling movements were slowly putting her to sleep. She decided to stop struggling just for tonight and relaxed. Right when she was about to fall asleep, she heard the deep rumble of Vegeta's voice.
"Do you still hold doubts?"
Too tired to argue, Bulma simply replied, "No, I do not hold doubts, you arrogant bastard," right before they were both fast asleep.
***Well, you all wanted it so I delivered! I actually got lucky and found the original lemon scene I first wrote back in July. So how was it? You guys like? I hope so! Thank you so much to those of you who reviewed!!! As a heads up, chapter 8 is the last chapter that I wrote before I left, so chapter 9 might not be up until next week or so!***
