Chapter Eight: Ceremonies
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~In the Air~
Ranma sailed in his arc, trying to
right himself so he didn't
land on his head, or worse yet, his tail.
He finally touched down, on
his feet, thank goodness, and noticed he
landed on the outskirts of
Nerima. "Boy, Akane really has an
arm on her. I think this is the
farthest she's ever sent me flyin'!"
"Do you want to go for another try,
Ranma-baka?" Ranma
spun around and was confronted with the
Super Saiya-jiin Akane;
huffing and puffing from her anger, wielding
her mallet as a baseball
bat. "Because I'm ready for another
try up at bat!"
Ranma widened his eyes and started
to back away slowly,
waving his hands in front of himself.
"Hey, Akane-chan, you know I
was just teasin' you! I do that all
the time. Now, put the mallet
back from where you found it, and we'll
go home and get some real
clean clothes on, alright?" Ranma
suddenly stopped, for he had
backed up against a wall.
Akane kept coming closer, an unnatural
light glinting in her
sea-green eyes. She smirked evilly.
"Oh, I don't think we need
those clothes right now, Serori-chan."
Akane reached out with one
hand and pulled the tie to her ill-fitting
gi top loose. With her other
hand, she put her mallet back in sub-space.
She reached for Ranma
and pulled him close. "You know, Ranma,
I remember what we were
about to do when we were in Oozaru form."
Ranma scrunched his face up, trying
to remember. His eyes
widened suddenly. He glanced at her,
interest and something else
shone in his eyes. "You...do?"
She nodded, eyes closed slightly.
She wrapped her
yellow-furred tail around his upper thigh,
gently applying pressure.
His dark-brown one snaked out and captured
Akane around her
waist, bringing her closer. "I do,
Ranma. And I was very
disappointed that we didn't get to finish
what we started..." With
that, she started to kiss his bare chest,
nipping and licking a path all
the way up to his shoulders, and the Mark
she created in Oozaru
form. It had healed over, thanks to
the switch back and the senzu
bean. But a faint outline still remained
where her gigantic canines
broke the skin. Akane breathed on
the Mark and the area around it,
barely flicking her tongue across the surface
of his skin.
Ranma groaned in her ear. The
delicious sensations she was
creating were wreaking havoc on his already
weakened control. He
suddenly cried out in surprise, more so
than pain, when she, with no
warning, broke open the skin again.
She swirled her tongue around
the bite area, causing Ranma to growl deep
in his throat and tighten
his grip on her. Akane suckled on
the wound, cleaning up the spilled
blood that ran down his neck and shoulders
and pooled in his blades.
She nipped her way back up his sinewy neck
and played with his ear,
tickling the fine hairs that rested there.
Ranma let a shiver run up
and down his spine as thousands of electric
tingles shocked his
nervous system.
Akane traced his sides and stomach
with roving fingers. She
reached behind Ranma and rubbed his back,
running her fingers over
the thickly corded muscles that twitched
excitedly when her fingers
passed over them. Her hands found
the base of his tail, and gently
massaged around it, making a complete revolution
around the base.
She pinched the base, and digging her nails
in, ran her fingers up and
down its furry length.
Ranma spasmed; the sensations sweeping
across his synapses
in his spine overran his control and squashed
it like a tiny bug.
Ranma growled at Akane and started to ravish
her neck with
reckless abandon. He found the Mark
he had made on her and
reopened it as well with a savage nip.
He drank up her blood and
moved to her mouth, wanting to taste the
inside of that, as well. His
hands roamed over her body freely, touching
and teasing certain
areas with the lightest of feather-touches.
They drifted around
her shoulders and he pushed off the gi top
with careless flick of the
wrist. She stood there, in her naked
glory, with only a smile and a
yellow glow to cover herself.
Akane backed up a bit, letting him
get a better view of her.
She smirked at him, enjoying his reaction
to her. "Kawaiikune
otemba? I think not." Her fingers
lightly ran across her skin, giving
Ranma a delicious path to follow.
He devoured her figure greedily.
"No, you never were.
You're my Kiiro Himawari--my Yellow Sunflower."
Akane's eyes softened. "That's
sweet, Ranma-chan." They
met for a tender kiss. When they pulled
away, Akane's eyes turned
lustful. "Your sunflower needs some
sun in order to grow, Ranma.
What are you going to do about it?"
He smirked. "Well, I'll just have to shoo away the clouds."
He reached down and pulled off the blanket
that he had wrapped
around his waist several times. Akane
returned Ranma's smirk and
crushed herself to Ranma, molding her body
against his. "Is it sunny
enough for you, Hima-chan?"
She nodded, rubbing her body up alongside
his, eliciting
several growls from his throat. "Your
flower is in full bloom, ready
to be picked." They both started to
float off the ground and fly
high in the air, above the street and into
the thick clouds that
enveloped the pair with their fluffiness.
Ranma shifted slightly and brought
Akane's legs up around his
waist. He nuzzled her neck, biting
her ear as he spoke. "I guess I'll
have to gather my share of the bounty, then."
With that, he thrust
into her, not stopping until he was fully
penetrated.
Akane cried out in pleasure.
There was no pain, only a
blinding flash of esctasy. Years of
rigourous training had taken
away any obstacles. For the
first time, though, each felt whole;
complete. After been denied the end,
the wait for supreme
completeness, the halves had finally merged
to become one.
They sat there for a minute, just basking
in the pleasure of
being together, feeling each other in the
most intimate of embraces.
Ranma let out a small moan and started to
thrust his hips slow and
even, gradually increasing his speed to
match her intensifying need.
Akane cried out in estcasy, her aura
growing stronger and
brighter with each of Ranma's thrusts.
She entangled her hands in
his hair, undoing his already mussed pigtail
and causing his hair to
explode into several wild tufts that all
seemed to point off to one
side. He wrapped his arms around
her waist and pulled her tighter
to him, his fingers flexing across the muscles
of her back in rhythm
with their lovemaking. His aura brightened
and pulsed in time with
hers.
With a final thrust, and a keening
cry from both, Ranma and
Akane; Serori and Seiika, sealed their Bond
for eternity, and
became one in their heart, mind, body, and
soul. They climaxed,
howling each other's name and with a final
blinding flash of their
auras, Ranma released his seed into Akane.
They panted, leaning on each other,
sweat glistening in the
night air. No words were needed, for
the completed Union opened a
Link between their minds. Akane rested
her forehead against her
mate's as a soft red light surrounded them
both. Ranma leaned
forward and gently bit Akane's nose, holding
it in-between his teeth.
Akane responded to the kiss by grasping
his chin with her own.
After a moment in basking in afterglow,
Akane broke the
silence. "I suppose we'd better go
home. The others are probably
there already, and wondering where we are."
Akane released
Ranma's chin and lightly kissed the corner
of his mouth, burying her
hands deeper within his tangled mane of
hair.
"Who cares. We're big kids, now.
We can stay out after
dark." He grinned and nuzzled her
ear, growling softly under his
breath.
"You animal...not satiated yet?"
She purred seductively,
intertwining her now brown tail around his
own. He shook his head
and kissing her mouth, began to re-establish
a rhythm, faster and
harder than before. Akane matched
his thrusts, and soon both
reached and cried out their climax again,
their aura exploding on
release.
They occupied each other for several
hours, basking in each
other's presence, and in the Link their
Union created, in many, many
ways.
Finally, after feeling satisfied enough
within each other's
embrace, Ranma pulled out of Akane for the
last time and wrapped
her tight within his strong arms, feeling
her heartbeat settle slowly
to match his own once again. They
floated down together to where
their 'clothes' lie, and dressed each other,
save a few kisses and
caresses interrupting the process.
The two mated Saiya-jiin blasted
off toward home, to end a life there, and
start a new life in another
place.
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~Capsule Corp~
Bulma landed the jet and once she climbed
out, encapsulated
it with a push of a button. She put
it back in storage and walked
inside the living headquarters of one of
the largest corporations in
Japan. When she entered the main living
area, she was greeted by
the sight of her mother in a stunning green-sequined
evening gown,
primping herself in front of a mirror on
the wall.
"Konban wa, 'Kaasan. Where are you going all dressed up?"
"Konban wa, Bulma-chan." Mini
Briefs greeted her daughter.
"Your 'Tousan and I have a banquet to go
to in Tokyo. Some inventor
friends of his that always get together."
She shrugged. "Don't wait
up; we're staying overnight."
Bulma smiled at her mother. "I
just got back from Tokyo.
Have fun, 'Kaasan. Don't drink too
much." She paused and asked
off-handedly. "Did Vejiita talk to
you, yet?"
Mini rolled her eyes. "Yes, dear.
Vejiita-san did 'tell' me that
his sister and her 'mate' are going to be
staying with us for awhile. I
had the bots prepare the large suite on
the West wing." Mini smiled
at Bulma and winked. "He seemed rather
nervous when he was
talking to me. Would you know why,
dear?"
Bulma nervously laughed and shrugged
her shoulders. "Why
would I know that? It's not like he
talks to me, or anything." She
blushed a bit, embarrassed by her behavior
and her mother's
question.
Mini just smiled knowingly at her daughter's
discomfort.
"Don't worry, dear. Everything will
turn out all right in the end." Dr.
Briefs walked into the room, indicated he
was ready, and walked
outside. Mini patted her daughter's
hand and picked up her purse,
readying to leave for the night.
"Ano...do you know in which direction
Vejiita was headed?"
Bulma asked casually, trying not to sound
nervous herself.
Mini shook her head. "No, I don't,
Bulma-chan. I saw him
head towards the East wing earlier, but
he could be anywhere, now."
Bulma nodded her thanks. "Good
night, 'Kaasan. Have fun."
She turned toward the East wing, where her
bedroom suite was
located, but stopped when her mother called
out to her.
"Bulma-chan, matte!"
She turned around to face her mother,
who had stopped in
the door frame. "Nani?"
"Your 'Tousan and I just wanted to
let you know that we
approve of your choice. He's a real
hottie!" She winked at her, blew
a kiss, and continued out the door.
"Have fun tonight, dear!"
Bulma's eyes were wide as she stared
at the closed door her
mother walked out. She blinked several
times before she shook her
head in wonder. She would never understand
her mother. Never.
Bulma continued down the stretching
hallways, making her
way to her suite of rooms. She walked
into the burgundy and
hunter-green decorated suite of rooms and
turned on the lights.
She called out to Vejiita, but received
no answer. She shrugged and
moved into the bedroom. Here, she
was greeted with a slight
surprise. On the table next to her
dresser rested a small vial and an
envelope with her name on it. On top
of the envelope was a red rose,
still in bud form.
She smiled slightly to herself and
picked up the rose, smelling
the sweet aroma. She found a crystal
vase and placed the rosebud
within, and rested it on her dresser.
She picked up the envelope and
opened it, to find a slip of paper with
one line of roughly scratched
script upon it.
~~Onna--Take this and use it.~~
Bulma fingered the small bottle and
opened the stopper. She
smelled it and was pleasantly surprised.
"How did he get a hold of
bath oils? I don't think I've ever
smelled something so..." She
smiled inwardly and shook her head, walking
into the bathroom.
Here, she was surprised again.
The furo was already
prepared and filled with steaming water.
On a small table next to
the tub rested a plate of fruit and a glass
of champagne. Next to
the glass was another red rose, slightly
more open than the one
before. She plucked a few grapes and
popped them in her mouth.
"Mmmm...those hit the spot." She quickly
got undressed and tossed
her clothes into the hamper. She sat
down on a stool, and scrubbed
and rinsed her body and her hair with cold
water, preparing herself
for the steaming bathwater that awaited
her.
She poured the vial of oil into the
bath, and swirled the
water around to create the foaming bubbles.
Bulma giggled a little,
remembering her last bubble bath was when
she was about seven
years old. She slowly sank into the
frothy water, feeling the hot
water seep into her muscles and work out
the kinks and knots the
long day created. She reached for
her champagne glass and fruit
and gleefully indulged herself; she deserved
this. Bulma closed her
eyes and sank deeper into the water, letting
the bubbles of the
water and the champagne pop away her worries.
After a half an hour or so of luxuriantly
floating in the water,
she reluctantly climbed out of the still-steaming
furo and dried her
body off with a big fluffy towel that rested
on the vanity. She
donned her robe, and picking up the rose,
walked into the bedroom
feeling very comfortable and relaxed, skin
radiating from the heat
and the oils Vejiita gave her to use.
In there, she was greeted again by
another rose, this one
almost full bloom, and a note on the bed.
She ruffled her hair,
which was wrapped in a towel and frowned.
"These weren't here
before. Vejiita? Are you in
here?" No one answered her query.
She opened the note, once again in a dark,
scribbled hand:
~~Onna--wear this~~
She picked up the silk dress that was
folded neatly on the
bed. She held it up to herself and
shook her head in wonder. She
pulled it over her head and zipped it up.
The dark purple silk fell in
smooth folds around her petite frame, accentuating
her soft curves
in all the right places. A even darker
purple rosette pattern floated
throughout the material. The dress
itself was sleeveless, with thin
spaghetti straps; ankle-length, with a slit
on each side that rose to
dizzying heights. The hint of cleavage
gave just a tantalizing peek
of what was hidden underneath. All
in all, it was a gorgeous dress,
and Bulma smirked ruefully; it showed that
the gruff Saiya-jiin
Prince had impeccable taste.
Speaking of the Prince, as Bulma placed
the two new roses
into the vase on her dresser, she glanced
into the mirror and
discovered him standing on her balcony,
staring at her with a look of
rare awe on his face. She turned around
to take in his own image,
face to face.
He looked devastatingly handsome.
He wore a skin-tight
black bodysuit with gleaming white armour
that winked at her in the
moonlight. A thick, black velvet cape
with dark purple lining billowed
out behind him, waving gently along with
his tail in the warm breeze.
A circle of gold curved around his forehead,
the dark red stone
nestled at the point of his widow's peak.
His Saiya-jiin pendant
gleamed on his chest, and in his gloved
hand, another deep red rose,
this one in full bloom.
Vejiita and Bulma stared at each other,
silenced by each
other's presence. Bulma was the first
to break the trance. She
inclined her head and gave a small nod of
greeting. "Hi."
Vejiita blinked and blushed, but recovered
quickly, forming a
neutral scowl. He nodded and stepped
inside the room. "Onna.
You...you aren't as ugly as you usually
look, tonight."
Bulma blushed, recognizing the compliment.
"You're not that
bad-looking yourself, Otoko."
Vejiita handed her the rose, and Bulma
placed it with the
three others she received earlier.
"Arigato."
He grunted in reply and studied her
for a moment. "Are you
ready?" He asked quietly.
She nodded, and reaching for her hand,
he pulled her out into
the night and onto the balcony. The
almost-full moon shone down
softly in the almost-clear sky. He
continued to hold her hand as he
stared into the night sky. She was
startled when he began to speak,
his smooth baritone voice sending chills
down her spine. "On
Vejiita-sei, this ceremony is usually held
in front of the entire
population, followed by a feast and a match
between the best senshi.
Seiika and Serori performed theirs during
the Royal Honor Guard
Ceremonies. They weren't supposed
to do it then, and it was highly
unexpected."
He pointed to a spot in the southern
half of the sky. "That
spot right there is where Vejiita-sei would
be, if it still existed
today. The after-image will fade in
several years, but I know it is
gone. It created the point in the
constellation, Ya Senshi, or Arrow
of the Warrior." He traced the stars
out for her.
He turned to look in her eyes.
"Me, Seiika, Serori, Kakarotto
and his brat are all that is left of my
race, my people. There might
be more out there; I don't know who was
off-planet at the time
Friezer blew it up, and if any others are
alive." A look of disgust
flashed across his face.
The look of disgust changed into a
frown, and he took a deep
breath and continued. "Saiya-jiin
don't put much faith in many
things; only our pride and our fighting
abilities ring true and can be
counted upon in time of battle. We
don't have any ruling deities, or
sacred traditions, except for First Rites
and the Mating Ceremony."
Bulma opened her mouth to speak, but Vejiita
halted her with a
gloved finger on her lips.
"Hush, Onna. Let me speak.
I may never be this open again."
She nodded and he moved his finger to her
cheek, caressing it as he
spoke. "I understand that the Humans
on Chikyuu have many
ceremonies, and gods, and rites. You
will have to remember, often,
that I am not human, Onna, and never will
be. Knowing your temper,"
he smirked as she scowled, "you will forget
this." He moved his hand
to her slightly damp hair and brushed a
few stray strands back.
"The Link we will create with the Bonding
will be all-encompassing.
You will feel my emotions, and I, yours.
We will be able to sense
each other's pain," he paused, blinked,
as if remembering something
for the first time. His lip curled
slightly, a hint of a sardonic grin
exposed. "And each other's joy."
His face turned serious and he held
both of her hands within
his own. "Do you wish to continue
with the ceremony, knowing what
you do of me, my race, and my history?
Because, once the Bond
forms, it cannot be broken, or bent, or
twisted in any way. We will
be Mated for Eternity, our souls fused.
Do you accept the Bond,
Bulma?"
Her face serious, she spoke.
"I accept the Bond, Vejiita. I
accept you, for you." She smiled and
winked. "Pride and all." He
scowled, but said nothing. "I understand
you are not human, but
Saiya-jiin, and will try to remember that
in the future when my
patience has been worn rice-paper thin."
She reached out and touched his cheek,
tracing his high
cheekbone structure with a finger.
"I will also try and remember
that, being an endangered species,"
she smirked and moved her
hand to glance over his high forehead and
scowl lines. "That the
need to repopulate the species will fall
to me." Vejiita's eyes
widened with the implication. He hadn't
thought that far ahead, yet.
She continued, unaware of his thoughts.
"I will love the children we
create together, for they will be made from
the love of our souls.
They will be raised to know both their heritage's,
human and
Saiya-jiin." She dropped her hands
to enclose his once more.
"Do you accept me, Vejiita?
Do you accept that I am human,
and not Saiya-jiin? Will you remember
that and treat me with the
respect that I deserve? Do you accept
my love?"
He locked eyes with her. Within her
calm lake-blue waters he
saw trust, love, and a slight hint of fear.
Did she fear him? Or did
she fear his rejection? He nodded
once. "I accept you, Bulma. I
realize you are human, and will always be
human. I will," he paused,
thinking, but continued on. "I will
honor our offspring as I honor
you. I accept your...love, Bulma.
Will you accept my attempt?"
She smiled wide and nodded. Vejiita
curled up one side of his
mouth in a small attempt to smile.
He released her hands and
stepped back a pace.
He spoke, eyes interlocked with hers,
black boring into blue.
"Your heart is mine, for mine." He
raised his left hand and turned
the palm face down.
"My heart is yours, for yours."
Bulma placed her right hand
under his, palm up, leaving a few inches
of room in between them.
"Your mind is mine, for mine."
A glow began to surround
them.
"My mind is yours, for yours."
"Your body is mine, for mine."
The light pulsed, growing
increasingly brighter and stronger.
Their eyes never left the other.
"My body is yours, for yours."
"Your soul is mine, for mine."
"My soul is yours, for yours."
The light exploded brightly and
settled between their outstretched hands.
They both spoke at the same time.
"We are one: heart,
mind, body, soul. To be apart is being
halved; together, we are
complete. Eternal and unchanging.
Nothing will sever the Bond."
With the last word, they brought their hands
together with a loud
clap and the light disappeared. They
pressed their hands on each
other's chest and the light flared again,
sealing the Bond and ending
the Ceremony.
The wind gently rustled their clothes
and slightly mussed
their hair. The moon shone down on
Vejiita and Bulma, who just kept
their eyes locked on each other.
Bulma was the first to break contact.
She closed her eyes
and took a deep breath. "That...that
was incredible. I could feel our
souls merging!" She opened her eyes
and smiled at her mate. "I
could feel your love for me." She
closed her eyes again,
concentrating deep inside. "I can
feel you, Vejiita."
Vejiita grunted and stepped close to
her, wrapping his arms
around her and burying his face in her neck.
"I prefer to touch, in
order to feel, Onna."
Bulma wrapped her arms around his chest
and murmured her
agreement. "I like it this way, too."
She jumped a little as she felt
his tail snake through the slit on her dress
and wrap around her calf.
"I don't think I'll ever get used to that."
She giggled as he moved it
higher up her leg. "Ooh! It
tickles!"
Vejiita grunted and turned his head
slightly to nibble behind
her ear. Bulma purred quietly, and
pressed her body closer to him,
encouraging him to continue. He complied,
moving his hands up her
back, fingering the zipper that kept the
dress closed. He unzipped
it, and stepped back to let the dress fall
off her shoulders and pool
at her feet.
He took in the vision that was revealed
to him. Soft
moonlight outlined the gentle curves that
made up his mate. Bulma
blushed heavily under his gaze, but kept
still, her head held high.
"Onna, you are..." and for the
first time that he could
remember, he was speechless. He shook
his head and smirked. "You
take my breath away, Bulma."
Her blush deepened and she moved closer
to him. "I know,
Vejiita-chan." She clasped her hands around
his face and pulled him
in for a kiss. Soft at first, but
it quickly became stronger, and more
demanding. They each pulled away,
breathless. Vejiita grunted once
again and smirked.
He bent slightly and gathered Bulma
up in his arms. He
turned toward the bedroom and entered, laying
Bulma on the bed
gently. He quickly removed his amour
and bodysuit, until all that
remained was his pendant and the circle
of gold in his hair.
Bulma blushed as she watched him undress.
She had always
liked muscular men; it was one of the reasons
she fell for Yamucha,
but the male in front of her made Yamucha
look like a scarecrow.
Her eyes roamed greedily across his chest,
arms, and legs as she
watched the muscles upon muscles slide,
no flow, from one position
to next as he strode to the bed. "You
aren't the only one whose
breath was stolen, Otoko."
He sat on the edge of the bed, Bulma
sitting up to be level
with him. He leaned forward and bit
her on the nose, closing his
eyes. She responded and encased his
chin. "My mate, my Onna; my
soul is sealed within yours. You hold
complete control of the
Saiya-jiin no Ouji." He moved his
mouth to her ear and ran his
tongue across the lobe. "How in the
hell did that happen?"
"My Otoko, my mate, you hold the same
ties over me." She
breathed in his neck, nibbling on the tendons
that pulsed full of life
there.
Bulma surprised Vejiita, and herself
slightly, when she bit
down and reopened the Mark she gave him
last night. He growled
deep in his throat and gripped her tighter,
taking pleasure as her
tongue cleaned the wound of his lifeblood.
He returned the favor
when he bit down on her neck.
Her eyes rolling back in her head,
Bulma sounded a cry of
pleasure as his tongue brought forth sensations
that electrified her
entire nervous system. She rubbed
against him and purred into his
ear. "Vejiita-chan, I can't wait any
longer..."
"Soon, Onna-chan, soon." He pushed
her down, so she lay on
the bed. He nipped her nose again
and slowly made his way down her
neck to her chest. He swirled
his tongue around her hardening
nipple and suckled on the tip like a newborn
babe. He grasped it
between his teeth and bit.
Bulma shrieked and gripped Vejiita's
hair in her hands,
intertwining her fingers in the thick strands.
Her back arched and
she crushed his head to her chest, reveling
in the sensations he was
creating in her.
He moved his attention to its twin
and repeated the process.
Bulma writhed under him, estcasy flowing
through her veins. Vejiita
moved lower, dragging his canines across
her taut stomach, flicking
his tongue across her navel before delving
in.
Bulma just tossed her head back and
forth, nonsense sounds
forming on her lips. Her body was
responding to Vejiita in ways she
never thought could happen. Breathing
became more difficult as she
struggled to keep her emotions at a somewhat
manageable level.
Vejiita, himself, could feel his control
slipping away. The
scent that Bulma radiated slammed his senses
silly, making his head
cloudy from the unadulterated passions.
It didn't help things,
either, that their Link was near completion,
and he could feel her
reaction to his foreplay, which in turn
increased his own. He moved
lower and brushed his lips over her nether
region.
Bulma's hips bucked as shockwave after
shockwave assaulted
her senses. She cried out, sweat pouring
off her body. Vejiita bent
his head lower and inhaled her aroused state
deeply. He kissed her
inner thigh, feeling her tremble and shake
with each brush of his
lips and tongue. He looked up into
her flushed face, her blue eyes
wild with the storm of passion he created
in her. "Are you ready,
Bulma?"
She nodded her head violently. "Oh Kami, yes!"
Vejiita smirked and positioned himself
over her, wrapping an
arm around her waist and the other around
her head. He lifted her
and they began to float a few feet above
the bed, suspended in the
air. Vejiita's aura started to become
bright as he began to ravish
her neck once again.
Bulma groaned and wrapped her arms
tightly around his neck.
"Oh, gods, Vejiita. Before I explode..."
He grunted in her neck and with a swift
thrust, entered her
and broke her barrier. Bulma cried
out in pain, and a few tears
dripped down her cheeks.
Vejiita cleaned each of them off with
a flick of his tongue,
and waited until they stopped. "You
were untouched?" His voice
held a note of surprise.
Her eyes were squezed into slits and
she nodded, gripping his
neck tighter, her nails digging into the
rock-hard muscles. "I wanted
to wait for the right one..." She
let out a gasp when he shifted
slightly. "It's okay." He grunted
and slowly started to move in and
out of her, creating a steady rhythm of
long, slow, smooth strokes.
Bulma moaned deliciously, feeling complete
and whole for the first
time in her life. Her confidence increasing
with the ball of fire in
her lions, she began to match his rhythm,
coaxing him to go faster
by wrapping her legs around his waist and
moving her hips. He
wrapped his tail around her thigh and squeezed
in rhythm with his
thrusts.
Vejiita groaned loudly, not able to
keep his pleasure silent any
more. He couldn't believe this weak,
human female was creating such
strong emotions in him. Emotions he
never before experienced or
dreamed they existed. The control
he held such tight reins over
was easily slipping through his fingers
with each sound she made and
thrust of her hips. He fit perfectly
next to her, around her, inside
her--it was like they were made from the
same mold, each only half
of the complete magnificent product.
They had finally come
together to become one, to become whole.
Bulma cried out, the extreme sensations
blowing her mind, all
rational thought flung into the wind.
She dug her nails into his
shoulders, deep enough to draw blood.
Vejiita's aura started to
pulse and his hair flashed blond several
times, finally staying blond,
but went unnoticed by the coupling pair.
The light was blinding, and
with a cry from both Vejiita and Bulma,
they climaxed one after the
other, Bulma falling over into the abyss
first, the aura surrounding
them exploding into whiteness, sealing their
souls, and opening the
Link between them.
After a few more pounding thrusts,
Vejiita released his seed
into Bulma and howled out his pleasure.
Bulma shook from the
quickly catapulted second orgasm and clamped
her arms around the
male on top of her, tight enough to have
suffocated any ordinary
human male. The aura dissipated, and
both panted heavily from the
exertion, a soft red glow surrounding them
for several minutes.
Vejiita pulled out of Bulma and held her
tightly in his arms, both still
miraculously suspended in the air.
He lowered themselves onto the
bed and pulled a light sheet over their
sweaty, but completely
satisfied, bodies.
Bulma snuggled into Vejiita's chest,
still euphoric and blind
from the Mating. She curiously probed
at their Link, feeling the
completeness, and testing the boundaries
of how it existed. Always
the scientist. She felt the emotions
radiating off him in thunderous
waves. She felt a calm peace first
and foremost, with a hint of
confusion weaved within.
She blinked, opening her pools of blue
to glance up at her
mate, his confusion written on her face.
"What's wrong,
Vejiita-chan?"
He opened his eyes and pointedly stared
at her. He knew
what she was talking about--he felt her
probing him through the
Link. He was doing the same.
Vejiita said nothing aloud, but held his
new mate closer, showing her through the
emotions he sent through
to her soul.
Bulma was reeling from sensory overload.
She closed her
eyes and concentrated, trying to make sense
of everything Vejiita
had sent her as they stampeded through her
mind. She felt his
frustration, for not knowing how to express
himself properly in a
verbal sense. She felt satisfaction,
and pride, for a 'job well done.'
She picked through the anger--Friezer completely
dominating his
anger for destroying his planet and his
people before he had a
chance to rule them. She felt envy
at Kakarotto for attaining the
perfection, Super Saiya-jiin, before he
did. He felt disgust at
himself for not being the Legendary Super
Saiya-jiin. She smiled at
the next emotion, though. Confusion
surrounded her; why she chose
to be his mate after everything, and why
he fell for her. Confusion
for the entire female species, actually.
*You never will figure that
one out, Otoko. I suggest giving up
now,* she spoke directly into
his mind.
He smirked at her, and sent another
set of emotions through
the Link. This time she was assaulted
by a craving need; the need
for her to accept him unconditionally.
Hidden under everything, and
it was there, was love. Or what she
identified as his love. It was
still in its infancy, this new emotion,
but it was there. And it
warmed Bulma thoroughly.
She shook off the tingles that jumped
up and down her spine
and looked into the fathomless depths of
his ebony eyes. She
poured her own emotions back into him.
Fear was a primary emotion;
not fear of him, but the fear of him rejecting
her, and leaving her
when he grew tired of this planet, and of
her. But the most
overwhelming emotion was love. Pure
unconditional love for him, and
him, alone.
Vejiita opened his eyes wide, shocked
by the intensity. "Is
that...is that your...love...for me?"
He asked incredulously.
She nodded, increasing the tsunami
of love flowing between
them. "Hai, it is. Humans have
a tremendous capability for love and
to love. That's why we have big hearts.
They do more than pump
blood through our bodies." She smiled
gently and bit his chin. "I
love you, Vejiita. With my entire
heart."
He looked at her and bit her nose,
then brushing his lips
across her forehead. "I...I have deep
feelings for you, as well,
Bulma. I don't know if it is love,
for my black heart has never felt it
before. I would not be able to identify
it within myself."
She shook her head. "Don't sell
yourself short, Vejiita. You
have the capability to love. It's
just been locked away by years of
fighting and killing, abandoned and forgotten."
He snorted. "If you say so, Onna."
"I do, Otoko." She sat up, looking
down at him. "Within this
muscular casing of yours lies a soft, loving,
caring, heart. It has to,
for I know. I saw it. I fell
in love with it." Vejiita snorted again and
turned his head away.
She jabbed him in the chest.
"Don't snort at me! What about
Seiika? Don't deny me this one, Vejiita.
I've seen it with my own
eyes. You love her, and you barely
know her."
Vejiita just closed his eyes.
"I...Onna, you assume way too
much. Tomorrow will be a busy day.
You should rest. There will be
a full moon tomorrow night."
Bulma got up and sat on Vejiita's chest,
trying to snag his
attention. "Don't change the subject
on me, Otoko!" He looked at
her with a bored expression. "I know
you don't think about feelings
or weak stuff like that. This is one
thing you will have to be get
accustomed about me right away. I
do, and I tend to, use and
express all of my emotions in a variety
of ways all the time." Bulma
crossed her arms and glared down at him.
Vejiita, throughout her little speech,
watched the said
different emotions play across her face.
When she was done, he sat
up, knocking her down into his lap.
He stared at her, nose to nose.
"Are you finished?"
"Hai." She glared harder and
turned her cheek away from
him.
"All right, then." He closed
the distance between them and
nibbled on her ear.
Bulma whirled her head around and bumped
noses with the
surprised Prince. "What do you think
you're doing? We're fighting,
here!"
He nodded and grinned slightly.
"I know. I'm showing
another emotion for you. Isn't that
what you wanted?"
Bulma scowled and snorted. "I didn't mean lust."
He smirked and brushed his lips across
hers. "You didn't
specify, Onna."
She smiled and ran her fingers through
his damp locks. "Oh...
you! Whatever..."
Vejiita smirked, knowing he won this
battle, and pulled her
down to him. "Sleep, Onna."
She stuck her tongue out at him, but
settled her head on his
heart and her arms around his chest.
He draped one arm around her
middle and the other rested on her head,
absently stroking her hair.
Bulma pulled the arm around her waist closer
and rested his
calloused hand on her heart, letting him
feel her heartbeat.
She closed her eyes, and before she
dropped off into sleep,
mumbled to him. "Aishiteru, Vejiita-chan."
Vejiita continued to stroke her hair
until he felt her breaths
even out and the Link go calm. He
bent his head and kissed the top
of her blue tresses.
"Ai--Aishiteru, Bulma-chan."
He closed his eyes and fell into
blissful slumber.
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