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Cruel Games

Chapter 5

The first thing Vegeta's semi-conscious mind became aware of was a scent, and though pleasantly familiar, almost overpowering. The next thing he registered was where he lay, and the fact that he was naked. Sitting up, he knew he must look comical where he was, water spraying all around and with him looking dazed. Not to mention the gently swirling bubbles pooling where he sat, for he was sitting on the drain.

Vegeta searched his memory and, not surprisingly, could not account for waking up where he did. Naked.

The woman must be responsible for this... He recognized the scent now, the smell bringing with it the memory of Bulma pressed full-length against him. Was this a revenge tactic? Yes, she must have found him in the GR and decided to take advantage of his condition to repay him for the encounter outside her lab. Considering he had just spent the night battling with his impulses to make the woman his, this comeback was torture.

Her scent which he had sought to avoid now filled his mind, making him think things that he'd rather not think about. Such as tearing her clothes off with his teeth and making sure she knew he was no fool, nor inexperienced in the game of sweet torturers.

Vegeta got his feet, growling. The woman did not know what she did to him! The havoc she caused in his usually composed mind. She could not begin to imagine that her "little prank" had dealt him a considerable blow. This meant war.

Bulma finished breakfast and headed back to her room, figuring she had given Vegeta enough time to recover and stomp off to his own quarters, or to train off in the woods, or wherever he went. She giggled on her way, thinking of how he must be leaving a scented trail wherever he traveled. Upon reaching her room, she saw her door was open, leading her to think that Vegeta had left it open on his way out. Never for a moment did she think it was a trap. Crossing the threshold, she noticed that her room smelled faintly of her body wash, but still wasn't alarmed. It was only when she turned to shut her door did she discover she was not alone. The door was blocked by a very disgruntled alien prince. She nearly ran into him, as she wasn't paying attention to her surroundings with her mind on recent events. She ended up closer than she wanted to be (again) but this time took a step back, but not before she caught a stronger wiff of her body wash.

"Woman..." Vegeta breathed huskily, his eyes positively smoldering.

Oh, kami, I went too far! He's going to kill me for sure!

Bulma backed away as far as she could, Vegeta following slowly, until the back of her knees hit the foot of her bed. She sat down hard not meaning to, but didn't take her eyes off him. She noticed now all he had on was a towel wrapped around his waist, and she blushed royally, remembering what she had seen before. He saw this and the usual smug/evil smirk spread across his face, replacing the look of fury.

"What are you doing in here?!" Bulma managed, almost gasping for air.

"You should be grateful I let you finish your meal," He said. "Besides, ...Was I asked to leave?"

He stood directly in front of her now, and she could feel the heat his body created. She was scared, who wouldn't be? Yet also she was extremely turned on having him this close and with so little clothing. Bulma realized that his still smoldering eyes were heated less with anger than with desire. Now she had an idea of what he had in mind, and she surprised herself by not totally rejecting the thought. She wished she had asked Chichi if making love with a sayain was any different than with a human. Though making love seemed far from what was reflected in this particular sayain's eyes.

He seemed to be enjoying himself, watching her squirm, and drinking in her beauty. It was some moments before he said, "I think you know why I am here,..." He said, taking the last steps between them to close the distance. She scrambled up onto the bed, until she was standing on it. Meaning to jump off the side, she was surprised when Vegeta grabbed her ankles and pulled, dropping her back on the bed. He climbed onto the bed with her and covered her body with his, not seeming to noticed her struggles.

"Vegeta, you can't just-"

"I can, and I will. How enjoyable it will be is up to you," He said, trapping her eyes with his. Her struggling increased tenfold, though she could not deny the excitement she was feeling or that what he was talking about could be very enjoyable.

Her struggles did not last long, as he captured her lips with his own, her attempts to escape melted away.

He felt her soften to him, and soon she was kissing him back. Vegeta had been right in his knowledge that she wanted him too, and he was glad, for now this could be most enjoyable for both of them.

Bulma felt as though her heart would burst from her chest, it was beating with such fervor. It was a wonder Vegeta couldn't hear it...Or maybe he could? He began to do wonderful things to her body with his hands, running them up and down her sides and squeezing in places that brought her most pleasure. Her head was full of whirling thoughts, with all the nervousness and giddiness that went along with it. It was never like this with Yamcha, never so stimulating...

One thing was very clear through the fog of passion; this was unlike any sexual experience she had ever had before, and this was just the beginning. Suddenly feeling as though they weren't moving fast enough, Bulma started shrugging out of her slip, not breaking contact with Vegeta's lips. Vegeta noted this and impatiently ripped the delicate fabric from her body, leaving her chest bare and only undies left to cover her. Seeing her hardened pink nipples, he left her mouth to claim one of them, causing her to moan as he gently sucked and nibbled. He caressed the other with his hand, feeling its fullness. His towel did little to hide the growing bulge of his desire, which he now pressed against her most sensitive place, and even with the small amount of clothing separating them, Bulma realized that he was even larger aroused than she had imagined. She hoped she could accommodate him...

Vegeta had never had this much trouble with a female before, and now that he was finally able to act on his desires, he was aware that this joining held more significance than all those before it with any others. He wanted this to last, yet also wanted to take her with such force that it would surely crush her. He moved down to her abdomen, his other hand taking the place of his mouth on her breast, Bulma slowly bucking and sighing all the while. He reached the top of her panties and took one delicate corner in his teeth, and neatly ripped them off, his sharp teeth making short work of it. Then he proceeded to do things with his mouth and tongue that made Bulma seem she was dreaming. Who could have thought, that the sayian prince had the knowledge to do such things?

Vegeta could hold back no more, and at the sound of Bulma's moaning, he knew that she was ready. He positioned himself above her and lowered his head, biting her at the nape of her neck. She gasped at the small pain, and gasped again as she felt him entering her, and then moaned louder with the intense pleasure both sensations brought.

Slowly at first, and then with more confidence, Vegeta thrust into her, careful not to harm her. Their passion was felt equally, and he had a hard time controlling the rhythm, with the taste of her blood on his lips. He realized then that no other female had felt his fangs when mating him. Biting was only meant for affection, in his society.

I must like this one...

Bulma could tell, he was trying to make it last, but finally they both knew they were getting close to their peaks. He pulled her up into his lap and wrapped his strong arms around her, making her do more of the work, which she did, gladly. She twined her fingers in his rough hair and held tight, while he pressed his cheek on her breasts while they both felt the crescendo coming. Their orgasms happened almost simultaneously, hers a split-second before his. She calling his name like a prayer and he sounding his own moans of pleasure and release. The intense feelings of afterglow were felt and passed, them still holding their position, catching their breath.

Without warning, Vegeta disengaged and pulled the covers over both of them, pulling her close with her back to him, nearly crushing her in his grip. After a workout like that, he wasn't going anywhere, and (apparently) neither was she. In his relatively short and violent life, Vegeta had experienced few moments like this. The woman beside him had just experienced his softer side, and it had not phased her, nay, she embraced it. He felt as though a piece that had been missing had been found, and even though it riffled his beliefs and pride, he allowed himself to savor the feeling, as long as he could.

Bulma felt his breathing slow and begin a steady pace as Vegeta fell asleep at her side. After a while she tried to move, to go take a shower or just to put some distance between them so she could churn over what had just happened... Yet his arms did not budge, actually tightened a little, not permitting her to escape even while he slept.

She wondered what this would mean for them, if he would even acknowledge her later, or act as though this never happened.

Probably the latter,... But then she had never sought a relationship with the sayain prince, and was sure he was above things like that. Content to lay in his arms for the moment, Bulma fell asleep too, to the rhythm of Vegeta's heart.

Not the end