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Chapter 9
Lessons Learned
Bulma watched the quickly retreating back of the saiyan prince. She was fuming; she could feel barely contained rage build within her. It was an odd feeling that she had, her temper had always been kind of quick but this felt like seething hatred pouring out from her. She tried to think clearly, but it was like everything was red around her. Why was she so angry, he insulted her all the time why was this time any different from the rest? She quickly grabbed her discarded shirt from the chair and ripped the cords from her body. *Monitor my vitals my ass. That jackass just wanted a reason to fondle and stare at my tits. Well we'll see about that, if he thinks he can get away with this he's got another thing commin'!* She thought angrily.
Bulma was vaguely aware of the tiny fact that she was overreacting, but that thought was buried in the back of her mind underneath the vicious anger toward a certain saiyan prince. Her body carried her closer toward the focal point of her anger, her tail swatting angrily behind her. *Who does he think he is? He isn't a prince on this planet and he isn't my boss either. Talking to me like I am just some whore he can use and then throw away. We'll just see about that.*
Vegeta sat up on his bed, he could feel her ki getting closer to him. He had indeed pissed the onna off, *This will be interesting.* he thought to himself as he stood waiting for her to reach his bedroom. He could feel the anger radiating from her ki, he knew what she was feeling and he could remember when he had been out of control. The familiar feeling passed through him, rage could give you the best high in the universe. Rage was better than any drug and a thousand times as addictive.
Bulma finally reached his bedroom, and she was feeling almost giddy with the thought of standing up to him. She put her hand towards the door when Vegeta opened it and pulled her inside. "Get your filthy hands off of me you dirty monkey!" "You do realize your insulting your own race right?" Vegeta replied as he watched her eyes narrow. "Ya know Vegeta you really are a piece of work and now your gonna pay!" Vegeta threw his head back and laughed. "Woman do you even have any idea why you're so angry?" "Because you're an asshole that's why." "Oh my poor little inferior saiyan, you have so much to learn." He replied mockingly. His hand reached for the silky blue appendage swaying angrily behind her.
Bulma watched as he reached for her tail, her bright blue ki fading somewhat. She didn't know what he was doing, her eyes narrowed as she watched him stroke the soft blue tail that slowly wrapped itself around his wrist. Suddenly the bright aura that had surrounded her disappeared completely, her breath caught in her throat as a totally different feeling replaced the rage inside her. She watched as he massaged the soft blue appendage that writhed now in his hands. Her breath was mixed with soft sighs as he slowly backed her against the door. She watched as his hand reached behind her to shut the door. His hands resumed their journey toward the base of her tail, as she leaned against him. Her head rested on his shoulder, her hands still and at her sides. Her breath coming in soft pants and little moans as his ministrations left her to his mercy.
Vegeta continued his assault on her senses as he used one hand to begin the process of removing her clothes. Soon her shirt and shorts lay at her ankles and his hands finally reached the small of her back. He began working his fingers in small circles at the base of her spine when he heard her cry out which ended in a throaty moan as her hands gripped him for support. He smirked as he picked up her small frame and carried her toward the bed. "What did you do to me?" She asked him in a small voice. "Hmm, I calmed you down before you destroyed your own house." He replied evenly. "What are you doing to me now?" She asked him somewhat shyly. "I would think that would be obvious by now, ne?"
Bulma laid on the bed silently watching the prince undress. She had seen his body so many times between his habit for getting hurt and their recent activities, but every time was breathtaking. His body was like steel encased in silk, so hard and yet covered with the softest skin. Her hand reached up to touch him, her fingers lightly brushing against his torso. His hand covered hers and placed it above her head as he crawled over her. *This man will be the end of me, and yet I am in love with him. He will break me and in the end I will be alone, but still I give myself to him.* She thought as his body covered hers.
Vegeta had seen the look in her eyes, he knew and yet he couldn't stop himself. He was drawn to her, like a moth to a flame and if he wasn't careful he would get burned. He stopped thinking then as he felt her hands slide over his back. *No more thoughts, I want her, damn the consequences!* were his last thoughts before he gave into the pleasure she gave him.
***Later***
He felt her arch against him and suddenly felt her teeth sink into the soft flesh of his neck. He was lost then, his head thrown back and his voice raw with passion. He had to stop himself from showing such emotion, so he did the only thing he could think of, he bit the soft skin on her neck. His teeth tearing the flesh so easily and drawing sweet blood, blood laced with intoxicating power.
He pushed her away suddenly and sat up; she couldn't understand why he looked so angry. She felt so calm and almost peaceful; she had never felt so completely right with the world. She smiled at him and reached for him to lie down again. "What have you done?" He hissed his voice laced with venom. "Vegeta what's wrong?" She asked him, concern showing in her bright cerulean eyes. "YOU! You have bound us together for eternity, that's what!" "I- I don't understand Vegeta, what did I do?" "You marked me and then you made me mark you!" "You mean when I bit you. I'm sorry I just couldn't help it, I didn't think you'd be so angry about it." "Woman, you didn't just bite me, you marked me. It is a saiyan way of saying me and you are mates. We exchanged blood, we will bond. We will hear each other's thoughts; we will know things about each other that no one else knows. Secrets, everything. You have no idea what you have done."
She looked at him with wonder, she didn't see what was wrong but she knew Vegeta wasn't happy. Vegeta didn't want a commitment, he wanted mindless sex. Just like Yamucha, no strings, no emotions. Her expression saddened as she stared at him. She knew he would hurt her, it was all he had ever known and now she had paid her price. "It's okay Vegeta, I understand. I am sorry if I caused this, it's not what I wanted to happen. Maybe if we just stay away from each other then the bonding thing won't happen." She stood up and wrapped the sheet around her; she needed to get out of his presence. Away, she needed to be away from him. She passed him looking down at the floor.
He looked at the bed that they had shared, what had happened between them was unexplainable. He couldn't let his weakness for her show; it would be used against him. He could still taste her sweetness in his mouth; she had indeed wished to be strong. Her ki had been so powerful, so close to his power. He needed to train and she was a liability, he would talk to the fool and tell him to train her. She would be fine without him.
A/N: Wow powerful stuff huh. That was an especially difficult lemon to write because I really wanted to show Bulma's saiyan instinct. I am not even sure if I like it but I'll post it now before I get all perfectionist and totally destroy it. Let's see what happens in chapter 10 Training Day. To read the unedited version of this chapter please go to This is the site where my unedited story is posted. Pleased R&R thanx.
Chapter 9
Lessons Learned
Bulma watched the quickly retreating back of the saiyan prince. She was fuming; she could feel barely contained rage build within her. It was an odd feeling that she had, her temper had always been kind of quick but this felt like seething hatred pouring out from her. She tried to think clearly, but it was like everything was red around her. Why was she so angry, he insulted her all the time why was this time any different from the rest? She quickly grabbed her discarded shirt from the chair and ripped the cords from her body. *Monitor my vitals my ass. That jackass just wanted a reason to fondle and stare at my tits. Well we'll see about that, if he thinks he can get away with this he's got another thing commin'!* She thought angrily.
Bulma was vaguely aware of the tiny fact that she was overreacting, but that thought was buried in the back of her mind underneath the vicious anger toward a certain saiyan prince. Her body carried her closer toward the focal point of her anger, her tail swatting angrily behind her. *Who does he think he is? He isn't a prince on this planet and he isn't my boss either. Talking to me like I am just some whore he can use and then throw away. We'll just see about that.*
Vegeta sat up on his bed, he could feel her ki getting closer to him. He had indeed pissed the onna off, *This will be interesting.* he thought to himself as he stood waiting for her to reach his bedroom. He could feel the anger radiating from her ki, he knew what she was feeling and he could remember when he had been out of control. The familiar feeling passed through him, rage could give you the best high in the universe. Rage was better than any drug and a thousand times as addictive.
Bulma finally reached his bedroom, and she was feeling almost giddy with the thought of standing up to him. She put her hand towards the door when Vegeta opened it and pulled her inside. "Get your filthy hands off of me you dirty monkey!" "You do realize your insulting your own race right?" Vegeta replied as he watched her eyes narrow. "Ya know Vegeta you really are a piece of work and now your gonna pay!" Vegeta threw his head back and laughed. "Woman do you even have any idea why you're so angry?" "Because you're an asshole that's why." "Oh my poor little inferior saiyan, you have so much to learn." He replied mockingly. His hand reached for the silky blue appendage swaying angrily behind her.
Bulma watched as he reached for her tail, her bright blue ki fading somewhat. She didn't know what he was doing, her eyes narrowed as she watched him stroke the soft blue tail that slowly wrapped itself around his wrist. Suddenly the bright aura that had surrounded her disappeared completely, her breath caught in her throat as a totally different feeling replaced the rage inside her. She watched as he massaged the soft blue appendage that writhed now in his hands. Her breath was mixed with soft sighs as he slowly backed her against the door. She watched as his hand reached behind her to shut the door. His hands resumed their journey toward the base of her tail, as she leaned against him. Her head rested on his shoulder, her hands still and at her sides. Her breath coming in soft pants and little moans as his ministrations left her to his mercy.
Vegeta continued his assault on her senses as he used one hand to begin the process of removing her clothes. Soon her shirt and shorts lay at her ankles and his hands finally reached the small of her back. He began working his fingers in small circles at the base of her spine when he heard her cry out which ended in a throaty moan as her hands gripped him for support. He smirked as he picked up her small frame and carried her toward the bed. "What did you do to me?" She asked him in a small voice. "Hmm, I calmed you down before you destroyed your own house." He replied evenly. "What are you doing to me now?" She asked him somewhat shyly. "I would think that would be obvious by now, ne?"
Bulma laid on the bed silently watching the prince undress. She had seen his body so many times between his habit for getting hurt and their recent activities, but every time was breathtaking. His body was like steel encased in silk, so hard and yet covered with the softest skin. Her hand reached up to touch him, her fingers lightly brushing against his torso. His hand covered hers and placed it above her head as he crawled over her. *This man will be the end of me, and yet I am in love with him. He will break me and in the end I will be alone, but still I give myself to him.* She thought as his body covered hers.
Vegeta had seen the look in her eyes, he knew and yet he couldn't stop himself. He was drawn to her, like a moth to a flame and if he wasn't careful he would get burned. He stopped thinking then as he felt her hands slide over his back. *No more thoughts, I want her, damn the consequences!* were his last thoughts before he gave into the pleasure she gave him.
***Later***
He felt her arch against him and suddenly felt her teeth sink into the soft flesh of his neck. He was lost then, his head thrown back and his voice raw with passion. He had to stop himself from showing such emotion, so he did the only thing he could think of, he bit the soft skin on her neck. His teeth tearing the flesh so easily and drawing sweet blood, blood laced with intoxicating power.
He pushed her away suddenly and sat up; she couldn't understand why he looked so angry. She felt so calm and almost peaceful; she had never felt so completely right with the world. She smiled at him and reached for him to lie down again. "What have you done?" He hissed his voice laced with venom. "Vegeta what's wrong?" She asked him, concern showing in her bright cerulean eyes. "YOU! You have bound us together for eternity, that's what!" "I- I don't understand Vegeta, what did I do?" "You marked me and then you made me mark you!" "You mean when I bit you. I'm sorry I just couldn't help it, I didn't think you'd be so angry about it." "Woman, you didn't just bite me, you marked me. It is a saiyan way of saying me and you are mates. We exchanged blood, we will bond. We will hear each other's thoughts; we will know things about each other that no one else knows. Secrets, everything. You have no idea what you have done."
She looked at him with wonder, she didn't see what was wrong but she knew Vegeta wasn't happy. Vegeta didn't want a commitment, he wanted mindless sex. Just like Yamucha, no strings, no emotions. Her expression saddened as she stared at him. She knew he would hurt her, it was all he had ever known and now she had paid her price. "It's okay Vegeta, I understand. I am sorry if I caused this, it's not what I wanted to happen. Maybe if we just stay away from each other then the bonding thing won't happen." She stood up and wrapped the sheet around her; she needed to get out of his presence. Away, she needed to be away from him. She passed him looking down at the floor.
He looked at the bed that they had shared, what had happened between them was unexplainable. He couldn't let his weakness for her show; it would be used against him. He could still taste her sweetness in his mouth; she had indeed wished to be strong. Her ki had been so powerful, so close to his power. He needed to train and she was a liability, he would talk to the fool and tell him to train her. She would be fine without him.
A/N: Wow powerful stuff huh. That was an especially difficult lemon to write because I really wanted to show Bulma's saiyan instinct. I am not even sure if I like it but I'll post it now before I get all perfectionist and totally destroy it. Let's see what happens in chapter 10 Training Day. To read the unedited version of this chapter please go to This is the site where my unedited story is posted. Pleased R&R thanx.