Chapter Thirty-Three: I knew it
Authors Notes: I'm really slacking in updates, I know. I hope all of you are still enjoying this fic, remember, I -will- finish it!
I also hope you all check out 'The Never Resolutions' even if you don't until 'Time enough to be with you' is finished, I just hope you read it. I'm really happy with how it's coming along.
Hey, I have a favor to ask anyone: would anybody else (besides Elieen^^) be interested in doing some fanart for this fic? I'd really like some to put up on my fanart section of my rather bare homepage ^_^ Of course, you'd get full credit. Thanks anyway.
Enjoy the chap! (Grins evilly) I think most of you have been waiting for this.
Vegeta wanted to smile as he watched his soon-to-be mate stepping gingerly into the water, but thoughts were suddenly on that of his past. He found himself thinking of his father and what he would have said to his disgrace of a son. Vegeta frowned and stayed in the shadow of the bushes when Bulma turned at a sudden noise. He was free, now. Frieza was dead; his father was dead.but were his ideals?
It seemed.
The Sayajin's nightmare of a stomachache was miraculously gone upon his awakening. Now, Vegeta felt refreshed and rejuvenated. Although his body felt renewed and full of spirit, his mind was straying into areas long ago treaded upon. Places that usually got him in trouble.
He sighed and watched, amused, as Bulma finally made it up to her knees and then took a dive for the worst. She slipped and splashed ungracefully into the lukewarm pond water, sputtering as she surfaced, trying to dislodge weeds from her hair. She was such an idiot, he truly thought he was going insane for having such feelings for her.
But he could not ignore the Sayajin lust that he was feeling as of this morning. Of course, Bulma had been wearing a second pair of clothes under the first, and -of course- they had to be the smallest, tightest things she could find. If Vegeta still had a tail, he knew he would be lashing it around behind him agitatedly. He wanted this female more than he had ever wanted anything in his entire life. But he could not simply take her and force her to the ground; such was not the way of humans. He snorted, his eyes darting to catch glances of her ivory flesh. Who was he to obey such stupid customs? Why shouldn't he simply have her, as royalty should? He was a Prince first and foremost. It seemed he was beginning to forget that.
The woman was making him a better person.
Bulma, meanwhile, was having thoughts of her own. She had no way of knowing that the Prince watched her as she splashed around in the murky water. Her thoughts were entirely on him.
What kind of future did she and the Sayajin have? Or could they even call it a 'future'? She doubted that very much. Vegeta was not the kind of man who enjoyed cuddling and long, deep conversations. Anyone could guess as much from looking at him. But then, as far as she had known, Vegeta didn't enjoy anything. Except for killing innocents and making fun of Goku. And yet, she found herself wondering if she too had a mysterious power as well. For she had to possess -something- miraculous to make someone like Vegeta smile occasionally and admit his affection for her. She sighed, knowing full well she would never understand whatever it was she and the Prince had. Perhaps that was for the better.
Vegeta glared at her delicious backside as she bent at the waist and splashed water onto her face and chest. There was something about her that killed his nearly uncontrollable desire to simply have her.perhaps it was that her body was so small and fragile. He remembered the Sayajin women on Vegetasei. Hard, battle-toned bodies of muscle nearly as developed as his own, with some of the more 'desirable' mates having little to no female qualities. Having grown up seeing nothing other than these 'manly' women, Vegeta remembered the shock of seeing Earthling females. Small, petite bodies with soft, clean hair. Clean. He remembered that all to well. The smell that drifted from their skin as they gracefully glided past was of things still alien to him, not of blood and gore as the female Sayajin's reeked. Things that Bulma had had to introduce to the curious Sayajin Prince. She called them; soap, perfume, and body oils. Vegeta had no idea what the three strange smells were, but he knew one thing.they drove his sensitive nostrils wild, and of course, Bulma was a huge fan of all three.
He watched her body and marveled at the way it moved. So unlike his own in its structure that one truly had to contain their laughter. Bulma was completely useless when it came to fighting, although in the verbal sense she was nearly a match for himself. Yet, her body did not come without marvels of its own. She possessed the most beautiful skin Vegeta had ever seen, and it confused him, as hardly any hair covered it, and on the briefest of occasions when he had touched her, it was unbelievably soft. What was it about these human females that was so strange? So weak were they where physical strength was concerned, but to be able to drive the Sayajin Prince himself wild with the mere vision of their bodies? To break like a twig, and to have such a sexually powerful presence at the same time. He did not understand, but he knew it made him nervous.
So perhaps it was a fear. A fear for having her as a Sayajin would. Vegeta remembered well some of the 'pick of the litter' females he had taken to his bed on Vegetasei, and none of them had complained or cried out in pain at his terribly violent and savage thrusts, as their bodies had been built to withstand such extremities. Sayajin sex, Vegeta knew, was -nothing- at all like Human sex. Of course, research had to be done into this strangely new and gentle form of coupling. Some of the movies Vegeta had discovered in Bulma's room had shown him exactly what Human sex was like, and now, he felt the butterfly of nervousness begin to flutter in his chest. How was one with a body and an.instrument.such as he supposed to mate with a girl who looked like she would snap like a piece of dry kindling? The thought was mind-boggling. Did he even -know- how to be 'gentle'? Vegeta found himself growing angrier and more troubled by the second. Could this turn out to be a disaster?
"Hey!"
Vegeta jumped high enough to be permanently labeled as paranoid. Bulma stood in front of him, dripping wet and smiling. Apparently, he had been in such deep thought that even his highly toned senses hadn't been able to anticipate her arrival. He felt himself flushing. How pathetic on his part.
She gestured with her hand. "It looks like you're feeling better." She smiled. "I'm glad, I'm definitely ready to get out of here and keep looking for Spider and Ghost, I'm really worried about them." she paused and looked at him suspiciously. "Hey.just what are you doing over here anyway? Are you -spying- on me?"
He glared. "Of course not. Why would I want to spy on an ugly thing like you?"
Bulma rolled her eyes, but surprisingly, didn't jump into a usual verbal rage. Vegeta panicked inwardly. Could it be that some mysterious female sensory device could detect that he was in fact lying, and meant the exact opposite of what he had said?
Bulma leaned in closer to him, and Vegeta's nostrils were flooded with her sudden scent of arousal. He blinked and stared into her face, wondering what she was getting at. By the look on her face, he could tell it didn't involve a cozy fire and 'Scrabble'.
Suddenly, her fingers were on his chest. She was tracing the lines of his armor, and although he couldn't feel the touch through the platting, his pulse still jumped accordingly.
"Vegeta.do you remember your promise you made to me the other day.?" she shifted and moved close enough to him that their bodies were touching. The warm pond water soaked instantly through his pants and sent a shiver up his spine.
He nodded, saying nothing. This was it, and everything was perfect. She was asking him to make love to her. His stomach felt fine, they were in no -terrible- hurry, and from what he could tell from her scent, she was not going through her menstrual cycle.
Bulma's fingers dropped dangerously close to the waistline of his tight fitting black pants, and Vegeta felt himself growing hard at the contact. Soft, gentle fingers lightly dragged across the sudden bulge protruding from his pants and she gripped him experimentally, delighting in his strangled moan. She lifted her head, and instead of the flirtatious grin Vegeta had expected to see, he saw instead a sudden nervousness. Her cheeks were flushed and her thick lashes, dripping with water, were lowered over her eyes, which stared at their feet. Vegeta finally snapped out of his trance and pulled her against him, hearing the loud and pleasurable sighs coming from both of them.
"I want you, Vegeta." Bulma finally said, and her words escaped her parted lips in a breathy whisper. "I know it sounds cliché, but I want you. I've wanted you since the day we came here.I just didn't know it."
Vegeta's trademark smirk finally found its way onto his face, and it teased Bulma, making her think of things yet to come. It was a sensual smirk full of erotic promise, but beneath was the carefully hidden fear that he would hurt this woman he had come to adore.
"Bulma," Vegeta lifted her chin with his thumb and forced her to look at him. "Are you sure you're all right? I mean, I don't want to do this if you."
"Am -I- all right?" she giggled, and it made the heat in his crotch intensify, "You're the one who was suffering from a violent stomachache just last night." She put her arms around him and bit his ear lightly, sending a violent shudder through his body. "Just shut up." She whispered. "And have me."
She was not as strong as the Sayajin females Vegeta had had in the past, nor was she as brave or intimidating. But she should have been terrified of him, and yet she took his gloved hand in her own, the very hand that had slaughtered thousands, and led him from the bushes. Here was this tiny, fragile bundle of ready-to-break glass, offering herself fully to him, begging him silently to accept the feelings he knew he had for her. Her eyes stared into his soul and looked at him for the first time as somebody who had a heart, but only hid it beneath layers of bitter contempt and self- failure.
It was in that moment that he realized this was more than simple lust, and he acted on it.
Bulma's fear proved to be as strange as his own. Wanting each other so badly, but afraid of hurting one another. For so many years Vegeta had lived to hurt others, and now he enfolded the small, trembling woman in arms powerful enough to bend iron with the gentleness of a mother holding a newborn. He buried his face in her neck and inhaled deeply the smell of her mounting desire. It permeated the very air around them, and he wanted nothing more than to tear all of her clothing off and take her as his lust screamed at him to.
Yet this was not Sayajin sex, as this was no female Sayajin. Vegeta smirked down at her, knowing he had to do this slowly and carefully. There could be no mistakes. He had already violated the first act of the Sayajin mating ritual, the hunt. Yet so powerful were the emotions coursing through his once unfeeling and cold body, that Vegeta realized, insanely, that he simply didn't -care- if he had violated a sacred act. He wanted only to take her, to devour her, to take her glorious flesh in his teeth and make her his for forever and a day.
Her tiny, wandering hands were everywhere at once. Bulma moaned as she grabbed the two perfectly rounded cheeks of flesh in her palms and squeezed. Vegeta's response was an immediate thrust against her crotch, and Bulma cried out, telling him in her own way what she liked.
Vegeta grunted as he licked her neck, feeling her squirm against him. She had cried out against his experimental thrust, but not in the manner he had feared. It was a cry of absolute want and pleasure. When he felt her hands on the small of his back, urging him harder upon her, Vegeta felt confused. Was he not crushing her? He moved to look into her face, but Bulma surprised him with a whisper in his ear, as though suspecting exactly what it was he feared.
"Vegeta, I'm not made of glass. I'm not going to break if you happen to want to be a little rough with me."
The words released a flood of passion within the Prince, and Bulma was suddenly caught up in it without warning.
It was all she could do to hang on while he assaulted her with unbridled lust. His burning mouth was everywhere at once, dragging his tongue across her neck, her lips, and her collarbone. A searing trail of nipping kisses that usually included some, if not all, of his teeth. Bulma responded by dragging her nails down his back, loving his shivers, and finding that she was enjoying the Sayajin's nibbles. She felt his sensual, pouting lips pause on her neck, as if transfixed by their pulse and what it symbolized. Bulma froze, knowing this was a murderer she was allowing to do these things to her, and she tensed, knowing Vegeta could kill her in an instants second if he so chose to do. But the heart wrenchingly gentle kiss that he applied softly to her pounding vein carried all her doubts away on the wind, and she wrapped both legs around him with a cry of need.
Bulma cried out in disappointment when Vegeta drew back from her, only to smile again when she realized he was finally getting to the task of undressing her. His hands lingered on her skin when he slid her wet shorts off of her. Vegeta removed his own clothing and she moaned at the sight of his engorged manhood. He was much larger than Yaumcha was. Vegeta seemed pleased enough with her look of approval; then, he suddenly took both her ankles in his hands and spread her legs slowly. Bulma's face heated instantly, and she turned her head to the side, shying away from his sudden erotic act. She could not deny the heat in her thighs, however, and she moaned softly as though to signal that she did indeed want him to do it.
Vegeta smirked; his head was spinning at the intoxicating scent that was coming from the dark 'v' of hair between her thighs. He shifted until he was lying on his stomach looking up toward her, past her heaving breasts, at her flushed face.
And then, without warning, Bulma felt the Prince's searing tongue between her soft folds. She gasped and grabbed at the thick hair of his head, pressing him against her, digging her heels into the sand. Vegeta's tongue ruthlessly discovered the tiny nub of flesh beneath the hood of flesh and attacked it, suckling on it with slow, pulling kisses, while his fingers gently found their way into her. It was nearly more than Bulma could take, and she only thrashed about and clung to him, pressing her thighs against his head, as her climax hit. The satisfied Prince rose from between her legs, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Bulma blushed and stared back at him, her skin quivering from his ministrations.
Vegeta climbed up toward her, his mouth finding her breasts, her belly button, and her hips.whatever it could. Bulma took his head and pressed it to her chest as Vegeta gently pressed the tip of his manhood against her, preparing to enter her. Vegeta stared down into Bulma's wide, blue eyes that seemed to offer the World if he'd only ask, and felt a surge of emotion he had never felt before.
Without breaking his gaze he entered her, temporarily forgetting that he was a bloodthirsty Prince intent on savagery, forgetting that he was bound to a cold shell without feelings. Bulma wrapped her arms and legs around him and let her head fall back. They thrashed about in the sand, moaning and crying out and needing each other more than they wanted to admit. Vegeta's thrusts intensified and still he held her eyes with his own, never breaking the contact. Bulma's body sang with the sensation building in her thighs, and she blanked out, concentrating solely on the area where their pelvises connected. Her fingers dug trenches across his back and she screamed, pressing her face into the sweat soaked rivers of Vegeta's neck.
Vegeta slammed into Bulma once more, feeling her climax hitting and his own following closely after. Together they thrashed and moaned and scratched, abandoning all thoughts of making their act of lovemaking gentle and romantic, concentrating only on the intense pleasure tearing through every inch of their defenseless bodies with ruthless exploitation. Vegeta leaned down over Bulma, sinking his teeth gently but firmly into her neck. She cried out, too absorbed in her own pleasure to understand what the gesture truly signified, and clawed at him with her curious fear. Vegeta felt the tiniest river of blood dribble into his mouth, and he drank for the first time in love, gripping tightly with his desperate need of her and everything she could give him.
It was over much too quickly, and the two exhausted lovers collapsed back onto the soft sand of the beach. Vegeta rolled onto his side, keeping himself expertly inside Bulma, and pulled her tightly against him. They lay there for a time, breathing heavily, their sweat-slicked bodies rubbing against each other's with each breath. Bulma gave a satisfied sigh and snuggled into Vegeta's chest, completely ignoring (or forgetting?) the bite mark on her neck. Vegeta rested his face in her soft hair and listened to the sounds of the forest around them. He thought of what they had done, and a slow smile spread on his face. Bulma was his mate. Now and forever.
It was only moments before they were both asleep.
Authors Notes: I'm really slacking in updates, I know. I hope all of you are still enjoying this fic, remember, I -will- finish it!
I also hope you all check out 'The Never Resolutions' even if you don't until 'Time enough to be with you' is finished, I just hope you read it. I'm really happy with how it's coming along.
Hey, I have a favor to ask anyone: would anybody else (besides Elieen^^) be interested in doing some fanart for this fic? I'd really like some to put up on my fanart section of my rather bare homepage ^_^ Of course, you'd get full credit. Thanks anyway.
Enjoy the chap! (Grins evilly) I think most of you have been waiting for this.
Vegeta wanted to smile as he watched his soon-to-be mate stepping gingerly into the water, but thoughts were suddenly on that of his past. He found himself thinking of his father and what he would have said to his disgrace of a son. Vegeta frowned and stayed in the shadow of the bushes when Bulma turned at a sudden noise. He was free, now. Frieza was dead; his father was dead.but were his ideals?
It seemed.
The Sayajin's nightmare of a stomachache was miraculously gone upon his awakening. Now, Vegeta felt refreshed and rejuvenated. Although his body felt renewed and full of spirit, his mind was straying into areas long ago treaded upon. Places that usually got him in trouble.
He sighed and watched, amused, as Bulma finally made it up to her knees and then took a dive for the worst. She slipped and splashed ungracefully into the lukewarm pond water, sputtering as she surfaced, trying to dislodge weeds from her hair. She was such an idiot, he truly thought he was going insane for having such feelings for her.
But he could not ignore the Sayajin lust that he was feeling as of this morning. Of course, Bulma had been wearing a second pair of clothes under the first, and -of course- they had to be the smallest, tightest things she could find. If Vegeta still had a tail, he knew he would be lashing it around behind him agitatedly. He wanted this female more than he had ever wanted anything in his entire life. But he could not simply take her and force her to the ground; such was not the way of humans. He snorted, his eyes darting to catch glances of her ivory flesh. Who was he to obey such stupid customs? Why shouldn't he simply have her, as royalty should? He was a Prince first and foremost. It seemed he was beginning to forget that.
The woman was making him a better person.
Bulma, meanwhile, was having thoughts of her own. She had no way of knowing that the Prince watched her as she splashed around in the murky water. Her thoughts were entirely on him.
What kind of future did she and the Sayajin have? Or could they even call it a 'future'? She doubted that very much. Vegeta was not the kind of man who enjoyed cuddling and long, deep conversations. Anyone could guess as much from looking at him. But then, as far as she had known, Vegeta didn't enjoy anything. Except for killing innocents and making fun of Goku. And yet, she found herself wondering if she too had a mysterious power as well. For she had to possess -something- miraculous to make someone like Vegeta smile occasionally and admit his affection for her. She sighed, knowing full well she would never understand whatever it was she and the Prince had. Perhaps that was for the better.
Vegeta glared at her delicious backside as she bent at the waist and splashed water onto her face and chest. There was something about her that killed his nearly uncontrollable desire to simply have her.perhaps it was that her body was so small and fragile. He remembered the Sayajin women on Vegetasei. Hard, battle-toned bodies of muscle nearly as developed as his own, with some of the more 'desirable' mates having little to no female qualities. Having grown up seeing nothing other than these 'manly' women, Vegeta remembered the shock of seeing Earthling females. Small, petite bodies with soft, clean hair. Clean. He remembered that all to well. The smell that drifted from their skin as they gracefully glided past was of things still alien to him, not of blood and gore as the female Sayajin's reeked. Things that Bulma had had to introduce to the curious Sayajin Prince. She called them; soap, perfume, and body oils. Vegeta had no idea what the three strange smells were, but he knew one thing.they drove his sensitive nostrils wild, and of course, Bulma was a huge fan of all three.
He watched her body and marveled at the way it moved. So unlike his own in its structure that one truly had to contain their laughter. Bulma was completely useless when it came to fighting, although in the verbal sense she was nearly a match for himself. Yet, her body did not come without marvels of its own. She possessed the most beautiful skin Vegeta had ever seen, and it confused him, as hardly any hair covered it, and on the briefest of occasions when he had touched her, it was unbelievably soft. What was it about these human females that was so strange? So weak were they where physical strength was concerned, but to be able to drive the Sayajin Prince himself wild with the mere vision of their bodies? To break like a twig, and to have such a sexually powerful presence at the same time. He did not understand, but he knew it made him nervous.
So perhaps it was a fear. A fear for having her as a Sayajin would. Vegeta remembered well some of the 'pick of the litter' females he had taken to his bed on Vegetasei, and none of them had complained or cried out in pain at his terribly violent and savage thrusts, as their bodies had been built to withstand such extremities. Sayajin sex, Vegeta knew, was -nothing- at all like Human sex. Of course, research had to be done into this strangely new and gentle form of coupling. Some of the movies Vegeta had discovered in Bulma's room had shown him exactly what Human sex was like, and now, he felt the butterfly of nervousness begin to flutter in his chest. How was one with a body and an.instrument.such as he supposed to mate with a girl who looked like she would snap like a piece of dry kindling? The thought was mind-boggling. Did he even -know- how to be 'gentle'? Vegeta found himself growing angrier and more troubled by the second. Could this turn out to be a disaster?
"Hey!"
Vegeta jumped high enough to be permanently labeled as paranoid. Bulma stood in front of him, dripping wet and smiling. Apparently, he had been in such deep thought that even his highly toned senses hadn't been able to anticipate her arrival. He felt himself flushing. How pathetic on his part.
She gestured with her hand. "It looks like you're feeling better." She smiled. "I'm glad, I'm definitely ready to get out of here and keep looking for Spider and Ghost, I'm really worried about them." she paused and looked at him suspiciously. "Hey.just what are you doing over here anyway? Are you -spying- on me?"
He glared. "Of course not. Why would I want to spy on an ugly thing like you?"
Bulma rolled her eyes, but surprisingly, didn't jump into a usual verbal rage. Vegeta panicked inwardly. Could it be that some mysterious female sensory device could detect that he was in fact lying, and meant the exact opposite of what he had said?
Bulma leaned in closer to him, and Vegeta's nostrils were flooded with her sudden scent of arousal. He blinked and stared into her face, wondering what she was getting at. By the look on her face, he could tell it didn't involve a cozy fire and 'Scrabble'.
Suddenly, her fingers were on his chest. She was tracing the lines of his armor, and although he couldn't feel the touch through the platting, his pulse still jumped accordingly.
"Vegeta.do you remember your promise you made to me the other day.?" she shifted and moved close enough to him that their bodies were touching. The warm pond water soaked instantly through his pants and sent a shiver up his spine.
He nodded, saying nothing. This was it, and everything was perfect. She was asking him to make love to her. His stomach felt fine, they were in no -terrible- hurry, and from what he could tell from her scent, she was not going through her menstrual cycle.
Bulma's fingers dropped dangerously close to the waistline of his tight fitting black pants, and Vegeta felt himself growing hard at the contact. Soft, gentle fingers lightly dragged across the sudden bulge protruding from his pants and she gripped him experimentally, delighting in his strangled moan. She lifted her head, and instead of the flirtatious grin Vegeta had expected to see, he saw instead a sudden nervousness. Her cheeks were flushed and her thick lashes, dripping with water, were lowered over her eyes, which stared at their feet. Vegeta finally snapped out of his trance and pulled her against him, hearing the loud and pleasurable sighs coming from both of them.
"I want you, Vegeta." Bulma finally said, and her words escaped her parted lips in a breathy whisper. "I know it sounds cliché, but I want you. I've wanted you since the day we came here.I just didn't know it."
Vegeta's trademark smirk finally found its way onto his face, and it teased Bulma, making her think of things yet to come. It was a sensual smirk full of erotic promise, but beneath was the carefully hidden fear that he would hurt this woman he had come to adore.
"Bulma," Vegeta lifted her chin with his thumb and forced her to look at him. "Are you sure you're all right? I mean, I don't want to do this if you."
"Am -I- all right?" she giggled, and it made the heat in his crotch intensify, "You're the one who was suffering from a violent stomachache just last night." She put her arms around him and bit his ear lightly, sending a violent shudder through his body. "Just shut up." She whispered. "And have me."
She was not as strong as the Sayajin females Vegeta had had in the past, nor was she as brave or intimidating. But she should have been terrified of him, and yet she took his gloved hand in her own, the very hand that had slaughtered thousands, and led him from the bushes. Here was this tiny, fragile bundle of ready-to-break glass, offering herself fully to him, begging him silently to accept the feelings he knew he had for her. Her eyes stared into his soul and looked at him for the first time as somebody who had a heart, but only hid it beneath layers of bitter contempt and self- failure.
It was in that moment that he realized this was more than simple lust, and he acted on it.
Bulma's fear proved to be as strange as his own. Wanting each other so badly, but afraid of hurting one another. For so many years Vegeta had lived to hurt others, and now he enfolded the small, trembling woman in arms powerful enough to bend iron with the gentleness of a mother holding a newborn. He buried his face in her neck and inhaled deeply the smell of her mounting desire. It permeated the very air around them, and he wanted nothing more than to tear all of her clothing off and take her as his lust screamed at him to.
Yet this was not Sayajin sex, as this was no female Sayajin. Vegeta smirked down at her, knowing he had to do this slowly and carefully. There could be no mistakes. He had already violated the first act of the Sayajin mating ritual, the hunt. Yet so powerful were the emotions coursing through his once unfeeling and cold body, that Vegeta realized, insanely, that he simply didn't -care- if he had violated a sacred act. He wanted only to take her, to devour her, to take her glorious flesh in his teeth and make her his for forever and a day.
Her tiny, wandering hands were everywhere at once. Bulma moaned as she grabbed the two perfectly rounded cheeks of flesh in her palms and squeezed. Vegeta's response was an immediate thrust against her crotch, and Bulma cried out, telling him in her own way what she liked.
Vegeta grunted as he licked her neck, feeling her squirm against him. She had cried out against his experimental thrust, but not in the manner he had feared. It was a cry of absolute want and pleasure. When he felt her hands on the small of his back, urging him harder upon her, Vegeta felt confused. Was he not crushing her? He moved to look into her face, but Bulma surprised him with a whisper in his ear, as though suspecting exactly what it was he feared.
"Vegeta, I'm not made of glass. I'm not going to break if you happen to want to be a little rough with me."
The words released a flood of passion within the Prince, and Bulma was suddenly caught up in it without warning.
It was all she could do to hang on while he assaulted her with unbridled lust. His burning mouth was everywhere at once, dragging his tongue across her neck, her lips, and her collarbone. A searing trail of nipping kisses that usually included some, if not all, of his teeth. Bulma responded by dragging her nails down his back, loving his shivers, and finding that she was enjoying the Sayajin's nibbles. She felt his sensual, pouting lips pause on her neck, as if transfixed by their pulse and what it symbolized. Bulma froze, knowing this was a murderer she was allowing to do these things to her, and she tensed, knowing Vegeta could kill her in an instants second if he so chose to do. But the heart wrenchingly gentle kiss that he applied softly to her pounding vein carried all her doubts away on the wind, and she wrapped both legs around him with a cry of need.
Bulma cried out in disappointment when Vegeta drew back from her, only to smile again when she realized he was finally getting to the task of undressing her. His hands lingered on her skin when he slid her wet shorts off of her. Vegeta removed his own clothing and she moaned at the sight of his engorged manhood. He was much larger than Yaumcha was. Vegeta seemed pleased enough with her look of approval; then, he suddenly took both her ankles in his hands and spread her legs slowly. Bulma's face heated instantly, and she turned her head to the side, shying away from his sudden erotic act. She could not deny the heat in her thighs, however, and she moaned softly as though to signal that she did indeed want him to do it.
Vegeta smirked; his head was spinning at the intoxicating scent that was coming from the dark 'v' of hair between her thighs. He shifted until he was lying on his stomach looking up toward her, past her heaving breasts, at her flushed face.
And then, without warning, Bulma felt the Prince's searing tongue between her soft folds. She gasped and grabbed at the thick hair of his head, pressing him against her, digging her heels into the sand. Vegeta's tongue ruthlessly discovered the tiny nub of flesh beneath the hood of flesh and attacked it, suckling on it with slow, pulling kisses, while his fingers gently found their way into her. It was nearly more than Bulma could take, and she only thrashed about and clung to him, pressing her thighs against his head, as her climax hit. The satisfied Prince rose from between her legs, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Bulma blushed and stared back at him, her skin quivering from his ministrations.
Vegeta climbed up toward her, his mouth finding her breasts, her belly button, and her hips.whatever it could. Bulma took his head and pressed it to her chest as Vegeta gently pressed the tip of his manhood against her, preparing to enter her. Vegeta stared down into Bulma's wide, blue eyes that seemed to offer the World if he'd only ask, and felt a surge of emotion he had never felt before.
Without breaking his gaze he entered her, temporarily forgetting that he was a bloodthirsty Prince intent on savagery, forgetting that he was bound to a cold shell without feelings. Bulma wrapped her arms and legs around him and let her head fall back. They thrashed about in the sand, moaning and crying out and needing each other more than they wanted to admit. Vegeta's thrusts intensified and still he held her eyes with his own, never breaking the contact. Bulma's body sang with the sensation building in her thighs, and she blanked out, concentrating solely on the area where their pelvises connected. Her fingers dug trenches across his back and she screamed, pressing her face into the sweat soaked rivers of Vegeta's neck.
Vegeta slammed into Bulma once more, feeling her climax hitting and his own following closely after. Together they thrashed and moaned and scratched, abandoning all thoughts of making their act of lovemaking gentle and romantic, concentrating only on the intense pleasure tearing through every inch of their defenseless bodies with ruthless exploitation. Vegeta leaned down over Bulma, sinking his teeth gently but firmly into her neck. She cried out, too absorbed in her own pleasure to understand what the gesture truly signified, and clawed at him with her curious fear. Vegeta felt the tiniest river of blood dribble into his mouth, and he drank for the first time in love, gripping tightly with his desperate need of her and everything she could give him.
It was over much too quickly, and the two exhausted lovers collapsed back onto the soft sand of the beach. Vegeta rolled onto his side, keeping himself expertly inside Bulma, and pulled her tightly against him. They lay there for a time, breathing heavily, their sweat-slicked bodies rubbing against each other's with each breath. Bulma gave a satisfied sigh and snuggled into Vegeta's chest, completely ignoring (or forgetting?) the bite mark on her neck. Vegeta rested his face in her soft hair and listened to the sounds of the forest around them. He thought of what they had done, and a slow smile spread on his face. Bulma was his mate. Now and forever.
It was only moments before they were both asleep.