A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! You people make my day! This is the second part of a very long one shot (which I had forgotten to tell you) and I hope you like it! Oh, and Vegeta is sometimes in character, and sometimes completely not... I liked writing Vegeta this way! Tell me what you think of him; I would really like that!
For the warmth in your eyes
Part II
"I love you, Vegeta..." those words seemed so unreal, but she did feel them. She knew the meaning of these words, and she had showed and proved it to him so many times...
It shone in her eyes, bright and clear, and made him feel so humble and strong and so incredibly fortunate that he of all the creatures in the universe had this love bestowed on him.
He was the only one. He planned to keep it that way. He had it, and he was determined to keep it. He would keep it safe. He would keep her safe, he would treasure her, he would bind her to him in every way possible, so she could never leave him, never to be torn away from him, like so many things had before.
No, now he was in a state to keep her safe, to keep her his. He would forever bask in her warmth and light. Even if he had to drag her to the deepest pits of hell, or was permitted to accompany her to the highest of heavens. Probably the first, but he didn't care much, for he had her!
He brought his face close to hers, and lost himself in her welcoming warmth.
He kissed her. It was a human custom, but he liked it, certainly after she had shown it to him.
On a certain night, after some particular gruesome 'treatment' (the professor was getting more and more impatient and frustrated as he unleashed every kind of means he had to his disposal, without having any effects on his specimen's mind. It even seemed to become more and more resilient and headstrong. The professor's frustration unleashed more and more cruelties and atrocities on his specimen.), Bulma had come to visit him in his cage. It certainly was no more than a ki-suppressing cage. It sucked at the prisoner's ki, making it weaker as he used more of it. The cage wasn't guarded by any means; no surveillance, no surveillance cams. Just a plain room and in it the cage. It was so advanced, so wickedly designed... Vegeta had no chance of getting out of it, or to try anything to harm himself... But the professor's arrogance would be his undoing one day; Vegeta had an accomplish...Bulma was, as always, smuggling food and drinks in his prison. She had figured out the entrance code at the first day he was placed in it. After three days of exposure to TRU23, without having any effects on the boy's will, the good doctor had seen fit to throw him into this ki-sucking hell. He could do nothing more than walk, sit, eat and sleep. Anything that cost him more ki, rendered him unconscious the first couple of days. Now, he was slightly more used to it, and could do some simple work-outs without fainting.
Bulma was looking at him with the same compassion and something new, that had enveloped over the couple of months he had been here; justified rage.
She took in his wounds; cuts and incisions. She wordlessly gave him the food and drinks, then started to disinfect his wounds.
The first time she started to do it, he had refused. He didn't need it, his saliva was enough disinfectant. But he had found out he couldn't say no to those big blue eyes. So, she treated him almost every night.
"I've brought some chocolate too. Here." She tossed him the colourful bar and watched giggling as he gulped down the treat. He was extremely fond of sweet things.
"Why don't you let it melt on your tongue and savour it?" She asked, teasingly.
"Because I know you've got more in your pocket," he said back, gruffly, but with a suppressed grin.
"Oh, that nose of yours! You're worse than those bloodhounds I've seen in cartoons!"
Many things she talked about that he didn't know and usually he didn't ask, more because he didn't want to seem like a fool than that he wasn't interested. But a bloodhound seemed very interesting.
"Bloodhound?"
"Yeah, it some kind of dog... uhm, animal, which is kept as a pet and used for hunting. It has a very sensitive nose, just like you."
"So, you're comparing me to a pet," he growled mock threateningly.
"No, I am not! Besides, dogs are much sweeter than you!"
"Good!" He smirked at her, and she fell into a giggling fit. With any other person he would be annoyed, but with her it was soothing and also... much fun.
"Are you done?" He asked her, after several minutes of silence, while she was busy with some kind of disinfectant and cotton wadding, cleaning his wounds. She looked up, and gave him an apologising smile.
"Sorry, I know it stings quite badly."
"Really now, I hardly feel it."
"Oh. Well, I'm trying my best here! It's not like I can kiss it better!"
"You can what?!"
"You know, like when you're little. If I fell or bumped myself, my mother would put a Band-Aid on it, and a kiss, to make it better. And usually, it immediately felt better, though I knew it was just a fable... My father always used to say so..."
Vegeta was silent for a while, while he digested this new information. She didn't talk much about her mother, and the subject was obviously painful to her; all he really knew was that she died a couple of years ago, leaving her alone with a cold and aloof father.
And than this kissing... What was that? Another strange human custom... How did it work ?
"What's kissing?" He asked gruffly, irritated with himself as he couldn't control his curiosity.
"Kissing is something people do when they are in love... or just love people. In some cultures people also do it when they meet friends, or when they congratulate someone..."
"That doesn't really make sense."
"Mmm... It a sign of affection. That better?"
"Foolish humans. It's stupid to have affections, and certainly to show them! You're showing your weakness."
"You think it's stupid?! Well, you're stupid! It's nice to be hugged, and kissed. And I think that when people are in love, they would like to kiss all day... Though it seems a bit yuck, the way grown-ups do it." She pulled a disgusted face. "Xandra and her boyfriend kiss a lot in front of my face. My father calls it 'hormones'. I don't understand what those got to do with it."
"I understand the meaning of it, but... how do you do it." Vegeta had to admit he was even more curious now.
"Uhm... Well... You use your lips, of course. You press them together, and then uhm... purse them, like this." She showed him, and he let out a chuckle.
"That seems the most foolish thing I've ever seen!"
"I wasn't done yet, stupid!"
"Don't call me stupid!"
"Well, you are, if you're saying stupid things!"
"Hmph! Just continue, will you?!"
She flashed him a grin. "Ok. The other person does the same-"
"You mean there two foolish humans pressing their lips together and 'pursing' them. Pursing, ha! Only the word is enough to-"
"Will you just shut up!! Whoops," she clamped a hand to her mouth, and gave him an irritated look. "You're making me swear, too!"
"If you call that swear!"
"It isn't decent language."
"Just go one. You're wasting my time here!"
She snorted. "Like you have so many things to do in here."
He narrowed his eyes at her. "It's not my choice I'm in here, or is it?"
"Sorry, Vegeta.... Sorry... Ok, ok. Just don't interrupt me, ok? Now, where was I... Both people do the same thing with their lips and then they press their lips on the other person's lips!"
Vegeta didn't say anything, just looked at her and suddenly smirked. "You're kidding me, right?!"
"No! I'm not! That's the way we kiss!"
"So I was right! It is the most foolish thing I've ever heard of!"
"How can you say that! You've never had a kiss before!"
"And I know I don't ever want to have one! The idea!"
"Argh! You're impossible!"
"Like I've never heard that before."
"Ok, then, let's make a deal! I give you a kiss, then you tell me what you think of it!" She dared him, arms crossed, imitating his whole demeanour.
"All right. Bring it on. But I'm not pursing my lips."
"Ok. Fine." She hesitated somewhat, and a blush started to spread on her cheeks, which he found very interesting. Another thing he had never seen before.
"What you're doing?"
She gave him an exaggerated look. "I'm about to give you a kiss, remember." But she was only getting more red in her face, and she looked away from him, to the ground.
"No, I mean, why is your skin turning red?"
"My skin turn- Oh! Oh. Hmm, It's nothing!"
"Right. You're lying!"
"Am not!"
"Tssk. Little girl, don't you know you're not supposed to lie?"
"Just shu- Keep your mouth shut! Now, you're ready?"
"Ready? If I have to wait any longer, I'm all crinkled."
She took a deep breath, and leaned in to him, her lips pressed together and somewhat pursed. It looked kind of cute on her, he thought indulgently.
She had averted her eyes, and she quickly pressed her lips on his.
It was the most strangest sensation he had ever felt. It was even more gentle than the touch of her hands. It was warm too; the feeling was warm, her lips were warm. It seemed to send a shock through his body, thrilling his whole being, until it reached something that-
He quickly broke away from the most gentle touch, shocked to his core. Her eyes flew to his face, insecure, confused.
He didn't say anything, just looked at her, seeing her in a whole new light, while at the same time she was still... Bulma.
Something deep inside him which had shifted and changed, but ignored, now resurfaced. He felt it stirring deep inside his heart and soul... It was awake, calling, running through his blood. It was instinct, deep and honest.
And he knew he shouldn't be surprised, that it had been clear for some time now. It made sense. She was no Saiyan, and that made sense...
"Did I do something wrong? I- I'm sorry... It most seem very stupid to you..."
"Shut up," he growled at her, making her flinch. "Bulma,..." She looked up, hurt in her eyes.
"Bulma... I like kissing... I like your kiss."
"Really?" Her whole face lit up, and she laughed, relieved.
"Really. You can do it again some time."
This kiss wasn't like that first one they shared. The first was all innocence, though it had awoken something in him not so innocent at all. He had been fourteen at that time, and though he had been going through what humans call puberty, he hadn't felt any of the... urges that normally raged through a Saiyan body after entering this certain state of physical development.
He had blamed it on his 'unusual living conditions'. Plus, there was not a single Saiyan female in this solar system. But it seemed that a human female, although she was immature of body and mind, could very well rouse all his instincts, even go as far as being a mate, a bonded mate... He had felt the Call ever since that day. But as she was still a child, only nine years old, he had never acted upon his instincts. He had never let his lusts rule him. He had exerted total control over his body and mind, and now, finally, it seemed he could let go.
He opened his lips, and let his tongue caress her closed lips, licking them sensually. She gasped and he quickly took advantage and slipped his tongue in, stroking her teeth, exploring her mouth and tangled with her tongue. He tasted chocolate; she probably had been eating it just before he found her...
She let out a surprised little moan, and then enthusiastically kissed him back, while she tightened her arms around his neck and pressed herself even closer. He could feel all her soft curves pressing against his hard body, making him well aware that she finally had grown up. He had waited so long... ten years... It had been so hard sometimes, so hard to ignore, to wait. But he had waited patiently, until the time was there to claim what was his... He used his time good, trained hard, fought harder, until finally he reached all his goals, except one. And now here he was...
He trailed a hand through her hair, pulling at the string which kept it in a tail, till it gave way and her hair spilt all over the table. He kept kissing her fiercely as he let his hands wander over her face, her neck and throat and further down, playing with the buttons of her shirt. She looked at him, a smile in her dreamy eyes, as she kissed him back. She was still so innocent, but returned his fire with equal passion, everything else forgotten. Her innate shyness had completely disappeared under the fog of the new feelings and the effects of the relaxing drug. He wanted her pliable, comfortable and co-operative, and most of al responsive. The drug was a useful aid in reaching his goal. He wanted her to forget her reasons and inhibitions. Now he finally had her, he had lost any patience he had left to deal with such things. She was his already... He just made it a little easier for her...
He slowly unbuttoned her shirt, and slid it to the sides, feeling the soft fabric of her bra under his eager fingers. He broke the kiss and looked down on her face. She looked at him with eyes full of desire and curiosity, her lips were bruised from his fierce kissing. He wanted to mark every part of her body as his. He showered kisses on her face and nibbled on her earlobe, making her giggle.
He trailed kisses down her neck, down to her shoulders, till he reached a small scar. He lightly grazed it with his incisors, and noticed that it still fit. She shivered under him, her hands tangled in his hair.
"Vegeta," she murmured, while she stroked his hair. She seemed lost in the sensations he brought her. And he was only beginning his seduction of her! His hands went to the front of her bra, and quickly, silently, snapped it, shoving the parts to the sides. Apparently, she hadn't noticed the demolition of her piece of clothing.
He didn't touch her just yet. He was focused on the place where her neck met her shoulder. His mark still stood there, for everyone to see. He wondered if her father ever noticed, or any of his employees. Probably not, as she kept it hidden under her shirts and sweaters.
He tasted her skin and it was still the same delicious and warm taste as at the time he marked her. The only time he allowed his instincts to come forth, tightly reigned in. The only time he had allowed himself a taste of her.
He was watching her, as she told him the smallest details of her plan. Their plan. He was about to escape this prison, this hell. He would be free by this time tomorrow... It sounded too good to be true.
They had to be extremely careful and precise. Otherwise everything would fail, and there probably wouldn't come another opportunity for him, because Bulma's involvement would then be discovered by her father, and then there was the fact that in about a week he would be sent back to Frieza, unbroken, untamed. The professor was in the worst kind of mood, afraid what Frieza would say and do when he found out that the professor had been unsuccessful.
Bulma would cause a diversion, in one of her father labs, where he was busy working on another important project. They would know when it happened, for they could hear it over the intercom. Then, they would use her secret passage through the ventilation shafts to go to the docking bays. There would be a simple, small stealth spaceship. She had it packed with provisions and everything else useful that she could think off, safely packed in capsules.
It would look like that the cage had been dysfunctional, caused by a simple short circuit, and the locking mechanism would be blown to pieces. It was their luck he didn't wear his collar while in the cage, because they would have a hard time figuring out a way to explain it's failure without giving away that a second person was involved.
The space ship that Vegeta was to take, was in the docking bays for repairs, or so it seemed. In fact, nothing was wrong with it, nothing that Bulma couldn't fix. And as she was known to have an interest in all kind of space transportation modes, she had been allowed by her father to see what was wrong with it. The space ship was the only thing one could link to Bulma, and the theft by Vegeta would seem like a simple fluke.
Of course, her father would have his suspicions, once he would start to investigate Vegeta's escape, about the involvement of a second person, but he would never be able to find that person. Bulma had done everything to ensure it.
Still, he was worried about her. He would never admit it, not to anyone, not even to himself most of the time, but he knew that they were tied together, by small lines of fate...
As he watched her go through the last instructions, which he now knew by heart, he watched her pretty face, the way she held her head, her smell, her dainty hands, the curls in her unruly hair.
But most of all he looked at her eyes. He knew the sight of them would last through everything that was to come. He would make it through everything, just to see them again, smiling at him.
He admitted it now to himself; the gnawing feeling... He was going to miss her, like nothing else... He looked forward to his escape, but the thought of leaving her... But he knew he couldn't bring her with him. It was impossible due to many reasons.
He had to make a decision. This would be the last opportunity he had to act upon his instincts... The last opportunity to actually perform the rite to make this bond, that was developing in him, between them, complete. If he did, it would last forever. There would be no escape. They would be bonded, linked, tied together. And he knew what the repercussion were, now he would be separated from her for a long time. The Call, to consume the bond, and to be with his mate, would slowly drive him insane. Even the mental link he would create, would not be enough to placate the urges and needs and wants that came with the bond.
Still, he decided he would do it. Insanity had his uses. The overwhelming need to be with his mate would continue to fuel his rage, his desire for power, strength and revenge. Yes, insanity would actually help him, keep him sharp and alert and hungry for more. Everything to just forget the need, if only for a second. Nothing could quite replace or compare the fulfilment of the Call, but battles and victories came close.
"Vegeta?" her voice roused him out of his thoughts, and he looked up to see her, a tear rolling down her cheeks.
"What are you crying now for?" he demanded.
Instead of getting angry and snapping something back, she gave him a sad look.
"I'm going to miss you, Vegeta." The honesty he saw in her eyes made him feel humble and unworthy of so much feelings.
"Why should you. Be happy I'm out of your hair."
"But you're my friend, Vegeta. I.. I care about you. Who knows what happens out there..."
"Don't worry about me, silly girl. I'll be ok. I'll find my way."
"But what if Frieza catches you again. He will surely kill you..."
"He won't catch me. He won't kill me. I'll kill him."
His need for fighting, battles and killing always shocked her, even frightening her a bit sometimes. But for now she had accepted it as a part of him, and hadn't said anything about it.
"If you have to do that, you should kill him. Besides, he's evil. He deserves to die..."
He wanted to ask her about her father, what she would find a suitable punishment for him. But her father, and his betrayal of all her believes of him, were a very painful subject for her. Most of the times she refused to speak about him. All she did was apologising for his deeds, like she was somehow partly responsible for them.
She was now looking straight in his eyes, like she wanted to put strength behind her words.
"I hope you'll survive. And I know I will miss you, as much as I miss my mother... You're my friend Vegeta. Always and forever. Nothing is going to change that."
Suddenly, she lunged forward. Of course, he could easily have caught her before she even came close to wrapping her arms around his neck, but he didn't.
She was hugging him, and he let her. Another new feeling, to be enveloped in her warmth.
Now he should do it. He was going to do it.
He carefully wrapped his arms around her body, hugging her back. He slid the fabric of her sweater at her neck to the side, baring a patch of lovely pale skin to him. This was a place that was easily hidden underneath her clothes.
"Bulma... I want to... I wanted to say... I... Damn..." Giggles made him smirk too.
"Thank you, Bulma."
"You're welcome, Vegeta."
"I wanted to ask you something... It's some kind of ritual under Saiyans... I would like to mark you as a friend..." He slightly changed the truth. No way he was going to tell her his real intentions. He would scare her away.
"Ok. How do you do that?"
"Well..."
"Yes?"
"I bite you."
"You bite me?! Why? Didn't they tell you that biting other people is bad? And you say that humans are strange!!"
"Will you let me?" he demanded, impatiently. He didn't want to quarrel about this.
"Sorry... Uhm... Sure. But you people are strange!"
He didn't answer that, as he leaned down and settled his mouth over her skin, just where her neck met her shoulder. He felt her tense beneath him, but he didn't let that deter him.
Suddenly, viciously, he clamped down hard, piercing the skin with his incisors, drawing blood, which he eagerly drank up. Her skin was sweet, but her blood even sweeter.
She jerked in his arms, and a pained and startled "Eeep" escaped her. He tightened his hold on her, licking and sucking the wound till no more blood flowed from it. He eased his hold on her somewhat, and looked up at her face.
"I know one thing; I'm not about to make a lot of Saiyan friends!"
He chuckled somewhat, and pressed her closer. He had found out during his time with her and her affection that was so easily given, that he was starved for her gentle affections and body contact. Now that he finally had allowed himself to hold her, he didn't want to let go. But he had to.
Slowly, he untangled their arms, and took some distance from her. He felt coldness creep up in him, the same time he let her go.
But he also felt the bond, alive and awake now, singing in his blood. And he knew the moment he left this space station, the Call would begin.
She would hardly notice anything. It was the Saiyan male who usually initiated a bond, and when it wasn't completed, the male felt the Call the most.
Only her subconscious would really have a clue to what was going on, as it would be greatly influenced by him. Her dreams were his only way of communicating with her. He would use it well.
"I'm glad I'm your friend, Vegeta. Your idea of, uhmm, making friendship looks like some kind of blood rite I've read about in some books. Some people would make a cut in their hand and then let their blood mingle, making them 'bloodbrothers' or something cool like that.
But I'm not going to cut my hand. I've already have a cut in my neck." She tried to angle her head and look at it. "Do you think it needs stitches?"
"No."
"Ok. Well, I want to give you something too. Here," She pulled some king of necklace from under her sweater and took it of. It was a fine chain made out of some sort of metal, at which some kind of medallion hang.
"My mother has given it to me... I want you to have it."
He knew how important her mother was to her. The significance of the necklace wasn't lost to him. She wanted to give him something very dear to her, to show him how important he was to her.
"If I give it to you, you must come back once in a while to show me you still have it and that it's fine. It's like some kind of... insurance." She tried to be tough and act like it meant nothing to her, or to him, but he knew what it really meant.
She really cared for him.
"Thanks, Bulma," he took the necklace with a certain kind of awe, and placed it around his neck, tugging it away under his strange spandex uniform.
"I'll keep it safe."
He still had it. It was safely hidden underneath his uniform. Her token of friendship. Sometimes it made him feel almost guilty that he had lied to her about the marking.
He softly set his teeth in the small indentions, making her shiver some more.
"Vegeta?" She breathed. "Are you gonna bite me again?"
He didn't answer her, just let his teeth sink in her flesh. The rich taste of her blood filled his mouth, and he felt the need and want in his body escalate. He heard a soft mewl of pain, but as he began to suck erotically at the wound, the mewls turned into those of desire and pleasure. She bucked her hips up, enticing him. Did she feel how hard she made him?
He moved his hands to her breasts, while he kept his mouth on her neck. He cupped them, stroked them, then flicked his thumbs over her nipples. She gasped and arched her back, pressing closer to him.
She let her own hands travel over his back, feeling the thick muscles and the strength they contained. The feeling was strangely erotic and Bulma feverishly tugged at his uniform, eager to feel his skin too.
He chuckled, thrilled with her response, and began to strip himself out of his uniform. He floated himself just a few inches above her, and quickly undressed himself, till he was only wearing her necklace.
She reached out and cupped the medallion. She smiled up to him.
"You still have it..."
"Of course." He floated down and settled himself over and on her body; one of his legs between hers, both his arms beside her head. The friction of her half clothed form against his naked skin, her soft breasts against his steel muscles... It nearly drove him over the edge. But he wouldn't let go of his control just yet. He couldn't; he would surely hurt her, and he wanted her screaming out in pleasure, not in pain.
He moved slowly down her body and placed kisses along his path, licking the skin, tasting the light sheen of sweat that formed on her body. When he teased a nipple with his mouth, she was writhing and twisting beneath him, her hands buried in his hair again, keeping him as close as possible to her body.
He was busily working on her pants and underwear, pulling them down her long legs. He pulled himself loose of her grip, hearing her moan of disappointment and smirked at her, while he stood beside the table, pulling off her shoes and then her clothes. She was still oblivious to her surroundings, but he didn't care. The symbolism was enough for him. And though the table wasn't the most comfortable of surfaces, it would do. She didn't seem to mind.
He seated himself next to her feet and looked at her body with an intensity and fire that brought the same red colour to her cheeks he was so fascinated by the first time he had seen it. A blush, they called it. It ran all the way down to her breasts. She was so lovely.
She had grown up, and finally he didn't have to wait any longer. She was the most pleasing thing he had ever seen. Long, shapely legs, slim curves, small breasts, which fitted nicely into his hands. Yes, she was a small thing, maybe just two inches smaller than him and very frail and delicate. He had to take it easy on her; it seemed to him he could break her so easily. And though she was embarrassed, her trust in him was still visible in her eyes. It seemed she admired his body too, though her eyes seemed to never stray beneath his waistline. Silly girl, still so innocent. Still a virgin, waiting for her mate. Good.
He crawled up her body and the hunger that shone in his eyes flushed her even more.
"Vegeta... I've dreamed about this..." He was amused; could she even get any redder?
"Yes, I know you did."
"Right." She didn't believe him and looked at him with an smile. "And how you're supposed to know that, hmm? You're a psychic or something?" She let her hands run up and down his arms, apparently fascinated with the muscles and warm skin. She caressed his shoulders and his chest, trailing his scars with one finger.
"There are many more than there used to be..." She seemed to have forgotten about what they were talking about.
"Yes, there are many more. But Bulma, I know why you've been dreaming. I've sent most of those dreams to you. I know that and can do that, for we are mates... This mark," he gently stroked the bitemark, "is more than a sign of friendship... The day you gave me my first kiss, was the day I realised you were supposed to be my mate. And I wanted you for my mate. So I marked you, and with that mark, I bonded you to me."
She stared up at him, full of wonder and awe.
"You... wanted me? We are mates...?" She looked up at him with confusion. "Does that mean we're married?"
"Yes, I want you... And yes, we are more than married. I will never let you go. You're mine."
"You're mine too." She said, with conviction.
"That's fine with me, woman." He was proud of her; she responded well to his explanation (even though she was now a bit more... co-operative than usual) and seemed to welcome this bond. Didn't they choose each other?
"What happened to 'silly girl'?" She asked, amused at his name-calling.
"You're a woman now, Bulma, soon to be my woman."
"Mmmm... Show me, then." She said simply, giving him a smile that touched him deep inside.
He then did just that. He kissed her deeply, with a fierce possession and obsession, showing her everything that raged deep inside him. His hands swept over her body, teasing her, making her moan and whimper with pleasure and frustration.
He pushed her thighs apart, and slowly touched her there, parting the folds till he found that hidden part of her. Vegeta could smell her desire increase as he lightly flicked her nub, eliciting attractive moans from her, while she pushed her hips up. He used his other hand to keep them firmly pinned to the table, making her submit to his pace.
She was slowly sliding her hands over his body too, though she fell silent at times, when he brought her to new heights of pleasure. She felt safe in his arms, even though she knew they were going to do something totally new for her. He wanted her! The boy she had a crush on when she was nine, had been obviously thinking about her! Had been wanting her! Dreaming of her... She slowly let one hand wonder down, over his back to his waist and stomach to... Did she dare?
All thoughts of daring were gone as he suddenly found some hidden spot between her legs and started touching it in a slow rhythm. Oh... It felt good... But much too slow. But he kept her firmly down when she tried to urge him on. He kept his thumb on her, while he dipped a finger inside her, making her shudder and whimper even louder.
"Vegeta!" She gasped as he plunged first one, then two fingers inside her, testing her and finding her very tight. She was slick and very hot, but so tight. It would feel heavenly for him, but would mean pain for her, even more so because they had her virginity to deal with.
He just had to go slow. He increased the tempo of his fingers, bringing her further and further to her peak, and her breathing grew erratic and needy. She was moaning his name now, while she trashed beneath him, clutching at his back. Her face was shining with wonder and excitement.
That's it, he thought, feel it, loose control, let me see your release.
"Come for me," he growled at her, wanting to see her eyes grow wide with pleasure.
And she did, coming hard, her eyes widening with pleasure and satisfaction. Her body slacked in his arms, a large sigh escaping her.
Her body was pliant, and he moved her legs, hooking them over his hips. She reached up with both hands to cup his face tenderly and give him long, lingering kisses.
Did she know what she was doing to him?
He used one hand to bring the tip of him to her opening and started to slowly slide in, making her gasp.
He kept looking at her face and saw her features contort somewhat.
"Does it hurt?" he asked her, keeping still.
"No... It's just a bit uncomfortable..."He lifted her hips up, so the angle would be somewhat less stretching her. He moved somewhat deeper in, while the feeling of finally being inside her, her warmth surrounding him, brought his control to the point of snapping.
A moan, this time of pain, reached his ears, and it helped to reign his own urges in.
"Vegeta... This isn't going to work... You don't fit!" She exclaimed.
"Sssh... I will. It will hurt, but just for a moment... Just relax." He kissed her, to divert her attention somewhat.
He decided to take her quickly; maybe that would be better. He lifted her hips up somewhat more, then trust deeply, through her virginity. He pressed in her deeper, until she took all of him in, and he was resting in her to the hilt. Then, he stopped.
She had her eyes tightly shut, and her whole face was a grimace. Her hands were clutching his shoulders tightly, the fingers white.
He nibbled on her lips, trying to get her to open her eyes. He softly massaged her buttocks, while he waited for her to open her eyes.
Finally she did, and the pain that he read there, that he caused her, made him flinch deep inside.
"It hurts, Vegeta." She said honestly, while trying to give him a wan smile.
"I've read about this, and heard about it, but I never would have thought it would hurt so bad."
"You're tiny, woman, and I'm... not. But we do fit together. It will be better, I promise."
"I think sex is overrated." She stated firmly.
He snickered at her indignant expression. "Just wait, Bulma. When the pain's gone, who knows what you'll say then."
"We'll see, mister."
She shifted beneath him, trying to become a bit more comfortable, maybe, and he froze and growled at her.
"Don't do that. I'm about to... loose it. Damnit. Don't try my control."
She shifted again, and wiggled her hips, suddenly realising she was lying on a metal surface. "But this is not very comfortable, and-" He leaned down and took her mouth in a savage kiss, with an need she had never felt from him before.
"Don't say I didn't warn you," he snarled at her. He gripped her buttocks firmly and pressed her against him, making her flinch. Then, he slowly pulled out of her, then trust back in. Slow, deep, strong thrusts. Her whole body shook with the force behind those and she bit her lip at the pain.
But she saw he was too far gone now. The same pleasure and need that held her in it's grip before, now had a firm hold on him. He had lost control and she was thrilled but also a bit frightened at the sight. Saiyans... animals, her father called them and indeed, Vegeta had a dark, primal side, with deep instincts. And she had made him loose control... Because he needed her... He wanted her...
A deep growl resonated in his throat and he bared his teeth at her and as his speed picked up, he suddenly grabbed her legs, and hooked them over his elbows, making her blush at the very strange position her body was in. He took advantage of this new position and deepened his penetration as well as the force. He held her down by his weight, while he buried his face in her neck. He bit down on the bite in her neck fiercely and moaned and growled when the blood started to flow.
The pain had lowered to a level where it was a mere irritation and she was a captive to the whole intensity of his taking of her body. Her whole body was controlled by him, dominated by him. His flesh slapped against hers, and she moaned suddenly, as he touched a spot somewhere deep inside her.
He growled back and slightly angled his body, till every trust brushed against that very same spot. One of his hands reached between their bodies, stroking, touching, teasing... She threw her head back at the sudden onslaught of pleasure.
"Vegeta!!" She clutched his back with both arms, totally surrendering to his body, letting him do whatever he wanted.
He pounded into her, still going harder and deeper it seemed. She was again brought higher and higher... until she reached something, scattering her vision, making her almost black out with the force of it.
"Vegeta!!" She screamed, and he growled when he heard her scream his name in ecstasy. With a few desperate trusts, he was there too, purring deeply into his throat as he let go and spilt in her.
Both were gasping for breath, and collapsed in a tangle of limbs. Bulma felt sleep coming over her, while she tenderly stroked his back. His rumbling purring made her whole body tremble and it only made her more sleepy. Most of his weight lay heavily on her, but it felt strangely safe and protected.
"Wow," she uttered, while she gave him drowsy kisses on his face, making him clutch her even tighter.
"Changed your mind, woman?"
"Mmm... I think I did. But I imagine I'll be sore for a while. And I'm awfully sleepy..." Her eyes fluttered, while she tried to stay awake. She gently stroked the sweat-matted hair from his forehead.
"Mmmm... Love you..." She whispered. Her eyes were brimming with tears, and he lost himself in the depths.
He didn't say anything back, at least, not out loud. She heard him whisper in her mind: "L-... Love you too, Bulma, Mate."
He felt her love filling him, heart, soul and mind touching, melting together; separate, but one. He had no words to explain this one sacred and mysterious gift to his people.
She was asleep now, with a faint smile still on her lovely, flushed face. He slowly eased himself out of her and separated from her warm body. He stood next to the table, looking at her, seeing the evidence of their mating on her body, making him feel the possessive need even more. The Call's demands had been met... If only for a little while.
He quickly dressed himself, then took his time dressing his mate's lithe body. He tossed away the bra and underwear. He thought of them as a silly humans' custom; what was their use?
He gathered her in his arms and smirked down at her sleeping face. It was the last effect of the drug; a deep, healing sleep. She would probably wake up in about eight hours or so.
It would give him time enough to finish his business here.
He walked towards the exit, and before he left the lab, he took one last look around. This lab that had first brought him so much pain and torture, then to bring him his most unattainable and unlikely, deepest buried desire: his Mate. His destiny. His salvation. His sanity.
He would forever thank his ancient and unpredictable gods.
Tonight, this whole damned space station would burn as a giant sacrifice for them.