By: Kichi
Chapter 14 - False Sense of Security
WARNING: At Last! LEMON AHOY!!
They stared at the radar
screen for what seemed like hours, barely daring to breathe as they watched
for any sign of pursuit. An hour had ticked by without a word spoken
between them. Finally Bulma heaved a sigh.
"I don't think they know
which way we're going. Wouldn't they be following us by now?"
Vegeta's eyebrows rose and he shrugged.
"Yes, but his ship is
one of the slower models. It will take it at least a day to catch
up to us."
"Is there anywhere we
can stop before Earth that isn't far off course?"
"Not close enough with
fuel compatible to this ship."
"Then what the hell are
we going to do?!" Bulma cried in frustration. Vegeta merely shrugged
as if he knew their escape was only temporary. "What is that supposed
to mean?" she wailed. "Don't you care?"
"Yes." He muttered simply.
"I'll have to fight him if he catches us and most likely I'll die.
Again." He added bitterly. "Who knows what will happen to you." He
said softly. Bulma could very well imagine their ugly intentions
and couldn't repress a shiver. She felt her lower lip trembling and
lowered her head to stare at the suddenly blurred floor.
Vegeta grimaced as he
felt her fear and sadness. He released a sigh and ran a trembling
hand through his hair. He already felt like shit without being bombarded
by her emotions. Pain lanced through his side and he was unable to
suppress a quick gasp.
Bulma raised her head
at the slight exclamation but Vegeta's face was blank. But she knew
it was just a mask to hide his inner turmoil. She blinked away her
tears and sighed. What good was crying going to do her? Still,
the utter hopelessness of their plight was weighing her down. It
had been so long since she'd been home, and it had been so long since she'd
felt safe! Vegeta offered a measure of safety but he couldn't stop
Cooler. And that train of thought led her somewhere she didn't want
to go. How was Vegeta dealing with the abuse he'd just suffered?
She knew he'd never tell her a thing, and she couldn't help but worry,
it was driving her crazy. She'd learned what exactly had occurred
earlier on Cooler's ship, but wasn't sure how he was dealing with it.
As if summoned by her thoughts the information came to her in a wave of
deep, boiling rage and shame. And underneath it all, a deep, unfathomable
sadness. She recoiled as the depression, and anxiety washed over
her.
Vegeta saw Bulma's face
go blank and was wondering what she was thinking of until he suddenly was
forcibly reminded of Cooler's transgression. And he knew it was her,
searching for answers. But how was she able to just enter and search
his mind like that? She was human, and by all rights it should be
impossible for her to feel anything from him short of extreme emotions.
He erected a mental wall and smirked faintly when she snapped out of her
trance.
"Onna, you were sneaking
around up here." He said, tapping his temple. "Why?" She seemed taken
aback by his blunt question.
"I just was worried about
you."
"Well now you know, apparently.
Do you feel better?" he snapped. Bulma sighed and shook her head.
"No. And I'm sorry.
I didn't do it on purpose. It just happened." She said quietly,
not allowing his justified anger to shake her. His surprised expression
confused her. Didn't he believe her?
"It just happened?" he
said, incredulous. She nodded and a sudden yawn escaped her.
The adrenaline surge that had been keeping her on her feet was wearing
off and she felt a sudden wave of exhaustion hit her.
"Come on. Don't
worry about it. I won't say anything. Let's just go to bed.
You'll be feeling better when we wake up, right?" she asked over
her shoulder as she staggered towards the stairs. Vegeta shrugged
but followed her anyway, not really wanting to sleep but too hurt to do
much else.
Bulma collapsed on the
bed and curled up and then suddenly sat up with a faint grimace.
"I need to shower!" she
groaned and rolled out of bed, landing on her hands and knees on the other
side with a thud. Vegeta grinned. The sight of his onna scrambling
to her feet and making a crazed dash to the bathroom was amusing but unnecessary.
She smelled good, and even if she were covered in dirt she would still
be beautiful. He blinked at the thought, and sat down on the edge
of the bed.
There was no use denying
it anymore. He had referred to the woman as his. He had to
admit that he cared about Bulma and wanted her to be his in all senses
of the word. He'd risked his own neck for her more than once already
if that wasn't indication enough. And to top it all off, they had
formed a bond. He had felt the first glimmerings of her thoughts
in his mind almost immediately when they had first escaped Namek.
But he'd ignored them and everything else that should have warned him that
it was happening. He could have paid attention and then… He
growled aloud. That only confirmed it! he couldn't even imagine
hurting her. But only months ago that would have been his first thought.
To kill her. Now he couldn't even picture it.
Another ripple of pain lanced through his
abdomen and he lay back on the mattress with a grunt. With all the
injuries he'd sustained recently Vegeta's strength had again increased,
and as he began to doze to the faint sound of running water and Bulma's
loud humming, he felt the pain steadily ebbing as his body healed.
His strength was growing, but why hadn't he reached Super Saiyan?
Bulma finished her shower
and dressed, quickly dried her hair and grabbed the medical kit from the
bathroom before heading out. Vegeta lay sound asleep, his legs hanging
off the edge of the bed. She sat down next to him, a smile tugging
the corners of her mouth.
But the smile faded quickly. Her thoughts
turned to home. If they made it, would Vegeta stay? She didn't
know, and the thought of never seeing him again sent a swift pain lancing
through her heart. She blinked in surprise, and was astonished to
feel a tear slide down her cheek.
"I'll be damned." She
murmured in awe, staring down at the slumbering prince. How had it
happened? She knew she was starting to have feelings for him that
were more than mere lust, but the thought of never seeing him again had
truly hurt! How had it gone from simple concern and attraction to..
this?
His actions belied his
attitude… And actions speak louder than words, she thought
while she watched Vegeta sleep. He had saved her. Not once,
but several times. He had actually suffered for her! But why?
Could she possibly mean something to him?
How strange it was to
have the tables turned. Yamcha had been shy at first, then had fawned
over her like an adoring worshipper. She had never had to try so
hard just to get a few words out of someone. Vegeta was like the
most complex puzzle she'd ever encountered, and Yamcha was a five-page
open book.
To think that her meager
efforts had somehow paid off astonished her. First reason being,
she hadn't really seen herself as putting in any effort to be civil until
the silence between them was unbearable. Secondly, when they did
begin to speak it was mostly to argue. But it seemed almost as if
Vegeta enjoyed it. He didn't do it because he hated her, because
he couldn't hate her anymore. She knew that. He wouldn't kiss
someone he hated, of that she was fairly certain.
Was it a Saiyan thing or something?
Was fighting not confined to the physical aspect on their planet?
Well, she doubted it would be, was there any civilization that saved all
the arguments for the arena? Highly unlikely. But perhaps they
indulged in arguments instead of normal conversation. It seemed like
an interesting idea, and sounded even plausible. But she had no way
of knowing without asking Vegeta, and wasn't even sure he would tell her.
A puzzle in every aspect.
She loved solving puzzles, but brains alone wouldn't help her figure him
out. Especially if he decided to take the capsule and leave Earth
and Bulma.
"Do I want this?
Really want this?" she murmured softly She reached out a trembling
hand and caressed his smooth cheek.
His eyes shot open and
he sat up with a strangled gasp. Bulma leapt back, startled, and
felt herself falling but was stopped by a furred, lithe appendage coiling
around her waist. She was pulled back onto the bed and Vegeta glared
at her, still panting. Bulma's expression softened to one of concern
which only increased Vegeta's anger.
"Damn it! Don't
touch me when I'm sleeping!" he yelled, the silky tail retreated and began
to lash behind him like an angry cat's. Bulma's eyes lowered, and
she felt sadness flood her. She knew why he didn't want her to touch
him. She felt the torrid nightmare that had been clawing away at
his mind the instant she did. He didn't want her to see it.
Didn't want her to know how much it hurt him. She felt tears begin
to fill her eyes. She couldn't help what she felt! She didn't
want him to suffer and it bothered her that he did. And it wasn't
pity she felt for him at all, just sadness, and admiration. He was
stronger than her. She would instantly admit it.
He inwardly cursed when
he saw her eyes fill with the dreaded tears. But then with amazing
ease, her thoughts and emotions filtered into his conscious. She
didn't pity him, she admired him and his strength. The tears he saw
and the sadness that spilled from her like blood from a gaping wound was
because of the pain he endured! It confused the hell out of him and
he couldn't stop the question that sprang to his lips.
"Onna, why do you care
about me?" The question actually made her smile as two tears slid
down her cheeks. Before he could stop himself, he'd reached up and
brushed the tears away.
"Because. I like
you." She admitted with a faint blush. But there was more to it than
that and he knew it as if she'd whispered it in his ear. But he still
couldn't understand it.
"Why?" he asked, his uncertainty
quite apparent. Her head shot up and she gazed at him for a moment,
startled. She couldn't quite make out his expression, but he looked
almost desperate.
"Your not the same man
that I first met. At first I was sure you were going to kill me.
Now I know you won't." Had anyone else said it he would have destroyed
them right then. But he knew she was right. "And you may not
realize this, I didn't at first because I was too pissed off at you, but
we have a lot more in common than I ever imagined." That piqued his
curiosity.
"How so?" he murmured.
"Well, pride for
one. Second that impenetrable wall around you, I know what that's
like. You try to keep everything out that could piss you off or make
you hurt, but somehow little things always get through and never get out
and build up until you explode in a fit of rage like a maniac. And
you push everyone away and keep to yourself for the most part. I
do that. Goku and Krillin are my friends and all, but I really don't
see them that much. Before you guys showed up, I hadn't seen either
of them in over a year. And it's not like I couldn't see them whenever
I wanted… I just didn't." Vegeta reclined back as she talked and
his expression was of obvious surprise. He'd never realized it, but
damn it, she was right. How he hadn't noticed before… Well,
it wasn't that surprising. He'd been too busy fighting his attraction
to her to notice much else. But now that she'd brought it to his
attention, he'd realized the glaring truth.
"Hmph." He mumbled.
Bulma smiled and got up and went over to the small dresser. Before
Vegeta's eyes her towel dropped to the floor and her bare back and ass
were almost close enough to grab. But he couldn't will himself to
move, even to break his stare. She slipped into her undergarments
and an white tank top with a pair of light blue pajama pants. Vegeta
stifled a groan as he felt himself grow hard and bitterly reminded himself
that he was in no shape yet for anything he was imagining doing to the
onna at the moment. He rolled over, away from her and closed his
eyes. He heard the click of the light switch and felt the mattress
sink next to him as Bulma got in. He felt her fingertips brush his
back and his eyes snapped open.
He rolled over, careful
not to get to close, lest she notice his throbbing erection.
"I'm surprised." Bulma
murmured softly.
"What?" Vegeta asked,
unsure of what she was speaking of.
"I thought you would yell
after what I said a minute ago. I'm glad I was wrong." She
smiled faintly at him but he could easily see it in the darkness.
"Why?" he murmured, still
slightly confused.
"Why what? Why am
I glad or why did I think you would yell?"
"The second one."
Well, she said with a wider smile, and she snuggled a bit closer.
"It means I was right. At least, you don't hate me."
"You already know that."
He said softly.
"Your right." She grinned.
Vegeta was beginning to feel slightly nervous. She was too close
and he wanted to kiss her again, but knew it would end up going farther
than he was up for at the moment. He sighed. "What's wrong?"
Bulma said softly, her eyes alight with concern.
"I wish I had a regeneration
tank." He murmured.
"Why?" she immediately
sat up and began fussing. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." He replied
flatly. "Go to bed." And rolled over facing the wall. Bulma
stifled a sigh of disappointment. She really wasn't surprised.
Just because he didn't complain of any pain, didn't mean it didn't exist.
She knew he was feeling it, just like she'd somehow felt his nightmare
earlier. There was some kind of psychic link between them.
But she didn't know how. Or why it was so strong. They had
been together for roughly three months straight, they had gone from hating
each other to this strange mental link that she could initiate by a mere
touch or desire to understand. She suddenly realized that she had
a unique tool to figure out this puzzle after all.
She smiled, but didn't
want to abuse the uncanny power. Frankly, there were things inside
of him that were too painful and scary to delve into. And knowing
him, she doubted he would find the intrusion acceptable. He had snapped
at her the first time he'd realized she was doing it, and it had been unintentional
on her part. She closed her eyes with a sigh. All she wanted
to do was touch him, but somehow she knew he was still leery of close physical
contact that wasn't violent. It was disheartening, but at the same
time, she felt compelled to dispel his unease. She only hoped that
she would have the time.
Vegeta finally released
a sigh when he heard her breathing become deep and even. He was thankfully
no longer aroused, but it could only be because the pain in his stomach
reminded him of the time he'd gotten nailed in the balls by Zarbon.
He grimaced at the memory and then winced, sitting up slowly as an unfamiliar
feeling washed over him. He stomach gurgled painfully and he felt
his mouth begin to water. He suddenly gagged and stumbled out of
bed with his hand over his mouth. He rushed to the bathroom and collapsed
in front of the toilet. A dry cough wracked his frame and he doubled
over and retched, a thin stream of almost black blood spilling into the
toilet. He knelt there for a few minutes as the sudden dizziness
that had assailed him slowly faded away. He watched the crimson water
swirl down the toilet; he felt inexplicably hot and could feel sweat trickling
down the sides of his face.
His eyelids drooped in
exhaustion as he climbed to his feet. He wearily staggered to the
bed and collapsed. His eyes shut instantly and he curled up, willing
the pain to leave him.
Bulma awoke to an agonizing
pain, like a knife thrusting into her quivering flesh. She cried
out in pain before she could stop herself and Vegeta sat upright in bed
with a grimace. And just like that the pain was gone. She lay
there gasping as Vegeta peered down at her curiously.
"What's wrong?" he asked
without the usual sharpness.
"Why didn't you tell me
it hurt so much?" Bulma said softly. He blinked in confusion and
then his cheeks flooded with color.
"I'm fine." He murmured,
embarrassed. She smiled softly and gently tugged his elbow until
he lay back, next to her. She ran her hand up and down his arm until
she could feel gooseflesh break out.
"Onna." He murmured hoarsely.
"Stop that."
"I can't" she breathed.
Vegeta groaned inwardly,
"Your making this harder
than it already is." He hissed.
"I'm sorry." She said,
her hands lightly tracing thick scars that raced across his torso.
He growled and pulled her close, his lips covering hers. Her tongue
slid into his mouth and he welcomed it with a sigh. Gods how he wanted
her! Why did he have to be in pain? Why couldn't it just go
away? Why couldn't the damn girl stop arousing him so he could get
the rest he needed to heal? Admittedly he was much better than he'd
been a few hours ago. But he still hurt and if he were to allow this
to go any further he would end up ripping her clothes off and screwing
her senseless, and that could easily cause more injury. As if to
prove the point, pain flared through his side. He pulled away with a gasp.
"Are you alright?" Bulma
cried, "I'm sorry, I'll leave you alone!" she scooted away from him.
"Idiot!" he snapped, grabbing
her and pulling her close. "Go to sleep!" he closed his eyes,
a frown still on his face. She couldn't stop the grin that crossed
her face. He was so cute sometimes. He still needed to learn
how to address her in a non-insulting way, but felt fairly certain that
he was unused to doing anything else. So she didn't feel hurt after
being called an idiot, just slightly annoyed. She had called him
some colorful insults as well.
She watched him for the
better part of an hour until it seemed he finally fell asleep. The
anger dissolved from his features and he almost looked relaxed. She
snuggled closer and closed her eyes.
She woke to find that Vegeta
was still fast asleep and was extremely careful to get out of his grip
and out of bed without waking him. She wanted to check his bandages,
but saw that no blood had leaked through. He was healing much faster
than he had from the spider venom, thankfully.
Bulma quickly dressed and headed upstairs
to begin scanning for Cooler's ship.
About five hours later
Vegeta finally woke. He stretched out and was relieved to feel only
a slight soreness in his abdomen. But it was nowhere near the pain
he'd felt the night previous. Finally. He thought with a grin
and headed into the bathroom. He stripped the remains of the black
bodysuit which was really only a pair of tattered pants, and tore off the
blood-stained bandages. The skin was slightly scabbed but for the
most part was a deep pink scar where the blade had entered. He stepped
into the shower and scrubbed away all the sweat, blood and grime that covered
him. He washed his hair and stood under the water until the spray
began to get cold.
He stepped out of the steamy bathroom clad
in a white towel and began to search for something to wear. He hadn't
thought to take any more uniforms, he hadn't thought his would have been
nearly torn off of his body, he thought with a bitter scowl.
He finally found a white
t-shirt and a pair of rusty orange pants that unzipped under the knees
to become shorts. There were about eight pockets in various places
and he pulled them on. The material was comfortable, but it was a
little loose at his hips and they were also a little long, but it was nothing
major and he kind of liked them. But he still had nothing for his
feet. It didn't really matter though. He tore a small hole
in the back for his tail and headed upstairs.
Bulma stared at the screens
before her in growing frustration. Where the hell was Cooler's ship?
Had they really lost him? Something told her not to get her hopes
up, but still… his ship couldn't be that slow. And she wasn't
sure how fast theirs was but it had to be as fast as a Saiyan pod at least.
When Vegeta woke, she'd have to ask him-
"What are you doing?"
Bulma gave a strangled gasp and swung around in her seat.
"Damn it Vegeta!
You almost gave me a heart attack!" she cried. She was about to yell
more but saw a sincerely amused grin plastered on Vegeta's face.
"What?" she said, trying not to grin back and failing.
"Nothing." He said, his
grin fading to a smirk. "What are you doing?"
"Trying to find Cooler's
ship! I can't get a trace of it, and this ship is at least as fast
as the Saiyan pod it was modeled from."
"Whose pod?"
"Goku's. It took
awhile to find and it was damaged, but me and my dad figured out how it
worked and built a bigger model." Vegeta's eyebrows rose, the only
indication of his surprise.
"Well, if that's the case,
we'll make it to your planet weeks before he does."
"I've been meaning to
ask you about that." Bulma began, unable to endure the speculation any
longer.
"Hmm?" Vegeta murmured,
unsure of what she meant to ask.
"Are you going to stay
on Earth , or are you going… somewhere else?" She didn't look at
him as she spoke, but instead stared at the screens in front of her.
But he saw her face turn pink anyway. She had probed his thoughts
in the past, it was time for him to do it now. He wasn't sure what
she was thinking and had to know in order to make the decision. He
gently probed her thoughts and was startled to find that she desperately
wanted him to remain with her. The realization was startling, and
he found himself staring at her as she bit her lip, waiting for an answer.
He didn't know what to say. Now that
he knew, he felt like his tongue was frozen. Bulma finally dared
to look at him and saw amazement written on his features. What
the-?
"Um, Vegeta-?" He
wanted
to. He was surprised, but knew he shouldn't be, and yet..
"Bulma, if I go with you,
Cooler will find me and kill everyone for harboring me. You don't
want that." He said with a soft sigh. Bulma swung around in her chair
and gazed at him with pleading eyes. "You know it's true…" he watched
her barely contained trembling for a moment before continuing "I-
I would Bulma." He said softly with a faint blush. "I would
go with you." She nodded, her eyes closed tight to contain her tears.
He turned with a sigh and floated up to the maze of pipes and iron cross
beams and began to do pull-ups.
Bulma snarled in frustration.
Somehow she had to convince Vegeta to come with her. How could he
not? They had a connection that she had never experienced before.
If he wouldn't stay on Earth she wouldn't either.
She shook her head in
amazement. They had only kissed a handful of times and she was already
willing to spend her life on the run throughout the universe with him.
She was touched that he was unwilling to risk her and her home world, but
at the same time, how could he be so willing to go back to loneliness and
anger? He was finally starting to come out of his mile-thick shell,
why would he want to go back to the obvious hell he had been through for
a greater part of his life.
She would make him understand, one way or
the other, that his best choice was to stay on Earth with her. They
would find a way to destroy Cooler before he hurt anyone else.
Vegeta trained for hours,
only stopping for bathroom breaks and snacks. The image of Bulma's
disappointment was bothering him to no end. She wanted him!
She wanted him as much as he wanted her. There was only one thing
to do. They had a week or two before they reached her home
planet. In that time he would indulge in all the affection she was
willingly to give. He knew once he left her the pain would be incomparable.
Nappa and Radditz had told him stories of bonds broken when he was young.
The end result was never very pretty. Some wasted away in the pit
of depression, some ended their lives in devastating suicide attacks, yet
a small percentage survived. But they were never the way they had
once been. They were mere shadows of their former selves.
But Vegeta figured it
was a better end than at the hands of Cooler.
Bulma stepped out of the
shower with a soft sigh. Vegeta had not spoken to her since early
afternoon. It was now well after midnight and he was still working
out as she walked out of the bathroom. She pulled on her pajamas
in defeat and threw herself onto the bed, feeling tears of bitterness well
up. She hadn't thought of any reason that Vegeta might want to stay
with her. She was frustrated and tired and completely on edge.
She'd found no trace of Cooler's ship all day and despite what Vegeta had
said, she couldn't shake the growing sense of unease.
She'd tried to think of weapons designs,
ki shields, everything and anything that might stop Cooler. Unfortunately
she wasn't trained in the use of ki and would need Vegeta's help.
And even if he could help her, it might be possible that she would be unable
to find a way to harness the living energy. But she didn't need to
think like that. She'd always had confidence in her abilities before,
why stop now?
Perhaps it was because
she felt like a spring coiled too tight. She had to do something
soon, or she would go crazy.
She suddenly heard a faint
thud, but didn't raise her head from the pillow. She knew it had
to be Vegeta. Her assumption was correct, she heard the shower running
a moment later and stretched, trying to relax. She had asked Vegeta
how his injuries were and he had quickly replied that they were gone and
went back to training without another glance at her. Maybe he was
embarrassed that he'd admitted that he'd prefer to stay with Bulma than
head back out into hostile territory. She at least was glad to know
that, and her tension over that issue had went away, but at the same time,
new problems arose for her. But she refused to dwell on it until
morning.
The faucets cut off and
a few minutes later Vegeta emerged. He climbed into bed without a
sound and she felt him gently touch her hair. She lifted her head
and stared at him, noticing with a slight frown the way he recoiled.
"I'm not going to do anything
bad to you, Vegeta." Bulma said quietly. He nodded quickly, dark
eyes boring into hers.
"I know." She felt his
tail slide up against her thigh and with a wicked smile ran her fingers
over it. He shuddered and leaned close, pressing his lips to hers.
Their arms locked around each other and after they broke away for air she
gently brushed her hand down his side.
"Does it still hurt?"
She asked, indicating the knife wounds that had peppered his stomach.
"No." he panted and her
tongue lapped at his skin between her soft lips. She kissed him again
fiercely pressing her lips to his. Their tongues battled for several
minutes and when they pulled away they were each gasping for breath.
Bulma licked her lips and claimed his mouth again, her arms and legs wrapped
tightly around him. He reached up to massage her breasts and his
tail slid around her waist.
Part of the Saiyan no
Ouji was thrilled. At last! The beautiful onna would be his!
He knew he wouldn't make it through another night laying by her side without
being able to touch her. It had been made a hundred times worse last
night when he'd realized she'd wanted him as well. But now he was
fully healed and as far as he knew, she was as well, the bruise had left
her face, and as far as he knew it was the only injury she received from
Cooler. Her hand lazily groped his tail and all thoughts fled.
Bulma was in heaven.
She'd been dreaming of this forever it seemed, but that couldn't be right.
But it didn't matter, all that mattered was the feel of his hands racing
over her body, his lips on hers. Suddenly her shirt was being torn
to pieces. Her pajama pants were gone next and she gasped in pleasure
as his hot mouth encircled her nipple. Her panties were impatiently
torn off and then she smiled as he drank in the sight of her nude figure.
She sat up and leaned close and her tongue darted out to lick his lips.
He buried his fingers in her hair and closed the distance between them,
his tongue eagerly slid over hers and again they battled fiercely.
Bulma's hand wandered
down until she found the impressive bulge beneath the towel and began to
grope and massage in her excitement. Vegeta gasped and instantly
retaliated, plunging his middle finger into her vagina.
Bulma groaned and her
hips bucked towards him. He pulled his finger from her moist opening
and began to stroke the throbbing nub of flesh between her lips.
She whimpered in ecstasy and gasped when he began to lick her nipples again.
His fingers deftly stroked faster and faster until he had to physically
restrain her as she bucked and writhed. Her moans were like music
and he could barely control the overwhelming need he felt to bury himself
to the hilt within her warm depths. But not yet.
He ceased his ministrations,
grinning when she moaned in dismay. Her scent filled the air, sweet
and heady. His mouth replaced his hand. His tongue lapped
at the quivering bud and he wrapped his arms around Bulma's thighs to calm
her thrashing. Not that he minded it. And her screams of pleasure
were by far the most beautiful screams he'd ever heard. He
felt her stiffening in his grasp, and her cries cut off to quick gasps.
Her whole body was coiled like a spring waiting for release. He pulled
away.
"Vegeta." she moaned in
frustration. He did not hesitate as he tore the towel off and with
one quick thrust, buried himself inside her. They moaned in unison
as they clutched each other fiercely and he began to pump his hips.
He groaned, delighting in the tight warmth. Their lips and tongues
met again in a passionate lingering kiss. Bulma broke away gasping
and moaned loudly as he bent her legs back, her knees almost touching her
ears.
Her whole body was quivering
and she couldn't keep her hands and lips off of him. She never imagined
he'd be so passionate, it was driving her insane - the unparalleled
need she felt for him. She felt as if she'd die without him.
She felt complete for the first time in her life. Somehow, everything
seemed to be in place at that moment. His soft moans were driving
her crazy and she thrust her hips to meet him stroke for stroke.
He pulled out of her and rolled her onto her stomach. His hands found
her breasts and his tail pulled her ass into the air. He drove into
her and she moaned loudly, a sweet smile on her lips. One hand left
her breast to fondle her clit and she desperately thrust her hips as the
pleasure grew incredibly intense. His thrusts grew harder and faster as
they neared their climax and Bulma's quickening moans grew to a fevered
pitch and at once she began to thrash and cry out. Vegeta felt her
muscles pulsating around him and he thrust his hips desperately, groaning
aloud as he came.
They collapsed in a heap,
and she rolled around to face him. Bulma couldn't feel her fingers or toes,
and she was shaking so violently, but she'd never felt better. Their limbs
tangled in a fevered embrace and she could feel his tail lazily groping
her. She sighed, happier than she'd been in a long time.
She opened her eyes to
see Vegeta regarding her with a look that could only be described as amused
surprise and even contentment. She smiled at him and was pleased
when he smiled back. It was a real smile and she thought that he'd
never looked more handsome. She pressed her lips to his and was rewarded
with his tongue sliding in between her lips. They broke away eventually
with a few more soft kisses (and one bite from Vegeta) and closed their
eyes, content to just lay in each other's arms for the moment.
TBC...
Budump Bump! Yaaaaaay!
3-24-2003
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