Chapter 5: Rejection Hurts
I fell to my knees sobbing. Vegeta ran over to me, putting a comforting arm around my shoulders.
I heard Goku exit the house behind us. His growl filled the air. "Get away from her you mother fucker!"
Vegeta looked up at the third class Saiyan. "She's my mate, you baka."
Goku made a small noise of surprise. "What did you expect? We were gone together for what, six months? Alone. Did you think she was still going to return to your open arms? No, Kakarott, she wasn't. You yourself agreed to this and you knew the consequences. Now suck it up and deal with it like a man. Rejection hurts. Now get the hell off my island and go find another girl. Nightcall's mine."
Goku backed up a bit, startled at Vegeta's tone and words. "O-Okay…" And he took off into the air.
I looked up at Vegeta, tears blurring my vision. "How could I just forget about him and start to love you? I mean, I've always hated you. But know that I know that I love you, I don't even care that you kicked him off my island. It's like I don't even know him anymore. I'm just so confused about all this…"
"Shh…Let's talk later. First, you need rest." He picked me up and carried me into the house, setting me on the bed.
"Vegeta…" I moaned out his name.
"What is it?"
"Make love to me…" I said, unsure of how to phrase it.
Vegeta lent down and kissed me. "Of course, koi."
We were stripped, our bodies molding perfectly together. He thrust inside me, holding still to make sure I was okay.
I nodded, telling him to move.
He pounded into me, my screams of pleasure drowned out by his. He bit down into his mark just as he reached his release and I orgasmed. I screamed, letting the world know that I had been taken by the second strongest thing in the universe.
He collapsed on top of me, his teeth still in my neck. Blood pooled in his mouth and he drank hungrily, as if he was a vampire and I was the prey.
Black danced around the edge of my vision from lack of blood, but surprisingly, I was able to keep in touch with reality.
His breathing echoed in my head, the uneven breaths creating a beat to which my own breathing copied.
"I love you, Vegeta." I muttered, before passing out.
I awoke the next morning feeling slightly ill. Vegeta was still asleep, so I slipped quietly out of bed and walked to the bathroom, where I promptly threw up into the toilet.
Vegeta walked in behind me, probably awoken by the sounds of me throwing up. "Are you okay?" He asked, kneeling down and sitting on the floor beside me.
I nodded weakly. A look came onto his face, and he went pale.
"What is it Vegeta?" He looked at the floor.
"You're pregnant."