Chapter 41

Dear readers.

This is Draguna here and I have to let you know, I have been well over due with this chapter. I hope you like this chapter and I have to warn you, I am going to have a few more chapters after this one, but I plan to end this story soon.

But don't worry.

For those of you who want to read it, I have a sequel all lined up.

Enjoy!

"So, time for details!" Bulma and Moray had left the Jacuzzi, had their skins rubbed with the finest body oils, by the finest men next to Vegeta and Cell, had their nails done (Bulma had long red dragon nails and Moray had white lotus flowers painted onto her long black nails), had their hair washed and were waiting for the stylist to get back from his own manicure. They were both sat in large, white dressing gowns and sat with their hair in a wrap. "Spill!"

"Well, we were, erm." Moray blushed and shifted in position. She had never had girl talk before. And she had never had anything like this to talk about before. It almost felt taboo.

"Oh I know that blush!" Bulma giggled and dragged her chair closer.

"Well then he said he loved and wanted to prove it and well, he was very intimately positioned with me..." Moray felt like she was blushing more profoundly as images of that night flushed back to her like a heat wave over her entire body. Making her want to go home…for a little re-enactment.

"Oh continue!" she blushed again and looked to her knees.

"Well he bit my neck and it really hurt at first. Then I realised what he was doing. He simply said three words and I latched my teeth into him like some sort of animal! I didn't know what came over me…"

"But it was great wasn't it?"

"I felt like some sort of animal."

"Like I said, it felt great didn't it?"

"…yes…"

"Ha! I knew it! My little Moray is a mated woman and to none other than an ex baddy. Just like me. The bad ones are always the better ones in…the kitchen…" Bulma censored as a pair of beauticians walked passed and walked out through the doors, out of sight and ear shot. Moray simply giggled and so did Bulma.

"And then we continued what we were doing…for a few more hours…"

"Oh I remember when I mated with Vegeta."

"How did you two get together in the first place?"

"Oh, you want the inside story of how the great Bulma Briefs fell for the obnoxious Prince Vegeta, huh?"

"Yes please."

"Alright. It all started after he came to live with us. About a month afterwards actually…."

Flash back

"Oh that man! I am going to scream!" A woman in her late teens, Bulma, huffed as she collapsed into her bed. Vegeta had hardly been living at CC for 3 weeks and already he had broken the entire Gravity room (GR) twice without hindrance of going lighter on it. In fact, he seemed to go even harder than before, just to make Bulma make it tougher. But both times had been in the early hours of the morning, 3am last time, and he had stormed upstairs, rasped on her door and demanded she fix it that moment. The first time she did, the second time Vegeta had literally drag her out of bed and make her do it. He didn't even offer to help with any of it. He just threw her in the rubble and said "Fix it now woman!" and stormed off.

Bulma had finally finished it for the second time, 24 hours of hard labour inside the control panels, the machinery and gritty debris of the old version of the GR, and now she finally collapsed on her bed. She didn't even wash the dirt or lubricating oils off her almost black skin and filthy dungarees as she slept deeply on her bed. But she had missed the bed as she collapsed and was sleeping, in fact, on the floor next to it. She was zonked out flat and breathing deeply.

It wasn't until the next day she finally stirred. 24 hours work demanded for 24 hours sleep in exchange.

Bulma finally got to her sore feet and peeled her spoiled clothes off, dispensed them into the bin and had a 2 hour shower. She was that dirty, that she had to wash her body 3 times and her hair 5 times before she even remotely looked like her old self. She then threw her underwear on, a pair of denim shorts and a baggy white CC shirt before leaving for breakfast. It was 10am and she was even into a schedule now. Get up, shower, dress, cook, get Vegeta to eat his breakfast, eat her breakfast a few hours and a sore throat later, go back to bed and wait until 'his highness' needed his precious GR fixing or restocking with target drones and then the cycle usually started again. And this morning was no exception. Bulma had her brilliant blue hair down; it fanned over her back and framed her face flawlessly. But her eyes were tired and her feet dragging. She worked to the bone running after Vegeta and cooking for him, constantly. She swore he ate more than the entire human race did in one day. After a mountain of pancakes were piled up on a plate with syrup and chocolate source, she placed it on the table and walked up to his room upstairs. Bulma knocked a few times. "Vegeta? Breakfast is ready." She said in a mono tone voice and she seemed empty, lifeless. She then returned to the kitchen and started to cook his second serving. About 5 minuets later, the sound of guzzling food she had come accustom to, came from behind her and she knew he was there. She counted exactly 2 minuets later and turned around with his next plate of pancakes. "Here you go Vegeta. The GR is fixed and reloaded. Just call next time you need drones or when the GR blows up again." Bulma had her eyes closed and looked to the floor. Her voice was unenthusiastic and sounded like a recording from a robot. Bulma poured herself a bowl of Coco Pops and sat at the other end of the table, like she did every morning. Vegeta had taken her place so she took the place he told her to, as far away from him as possible. Although he used mere human in there somewhere, but she had stopped caring.

"Thank you…"

Bulma almost chocked on a coco pop. It got lodged in her throat and Vegeta ran from his side of the table to hers. His strong arms encircled around her waist and squeezed her hard. The dreaded Coco Pop shot out her mouth and back into her bowl. She panted for a while and held her throat lightly, stroking it. "Are you alright?" that was twice he was nice to her. This was odd. Something was most certainly up.

"Yes I think so. But I have suddenly lost my apatite…and my love for Coco Pops…" she felt a chuckle ripple through his chest and into her back as he still held her.

"Good. That crap makes you fat."

"So do pancakes…" she muttered. But he hadn't let her go yet. In fact, his hold seemed more comforting than usual.

"Even after a near death incident, you are still as foolishly light hearted as ever."

"I will take that as a compliment…even though it wasn't…"

"It…was actually…" ok, that makes three consecutive times of being nice…and he is holding me rather…possessively…

"Oh…then I apologise. Thank you."

"Don't mention it." He pulled her against him and Bulma raised an eyebrow. "Don't work today. You look like a wreak."

"I have to Vegeta. You need me to or you would have to go a day without training."

"…I could do that…if I had something better to do…"

"But you don't do you?"

"…"

"Didn't think so. See, when you don't have hobbies or friends, that happens." Bulma chuckled, but obviously Vegeta didn't see it that way as he pushed her away and stormed off towards the GR.

"And you would know about that now wouldn't you? Little miss rich bitch and her high life of social events and petty fund raisers. You don't have any friends or hobbies either. You just lock yourself away in your room and wait for orders like the drones you build. You are incapable of leading your own life. You need someone like Kakarott to lead it for you, isn't that right?" Bulma's mouth opened and she turned her back to him. But he wasn't done. "I take it back. You do have friends and hobbies. You have blueprints and computers for friends and you favourite hobby is running back and forth with spanner and wrench for daddy, and being the best you can at ruling the title of the Cold hearted Ice Queen and bitch of the year." Vegeta smirked and folded his arms over his buff chest. But didn't like the silence he got in return. Usually, when they fought, Bulma always had a comment lined up that was at least just as nasty as his. But this time she was just silent. No screams or retorts, no cards up her sleeve. Nothing.

"…Gee Vegeta." She chuckled weakly. "You got me there. How stupid of me for trying to hide that from you huh? And I thought you wouldn't notice how cold I was. Guess I was wrong…" she wrapped her arms around herself and was grateful that she had her back to him. As streams of silent tears ran down her face and began dripping off her chin. She hung her head forward and looked to the floor. "I will be in my room…if you need me…" she turned slowly and walked past him, all the fight from her gone. But what she didn't know, was the pang of stabbing pain in Vegeta's heart as he saw the tears on her face. It made him disgusted with himself. "And for the record Vegeta…I was only kidding about the no friends and hobbies comment. I thought…for a moment there…I was your friend…guess I was wrong. Coz just like you said…I have no friends…" Bulma ran up her stairs and broke down in her room.

"Bulma…" Vegeta hung his head and slummed into his chair…her chair… "I'm sorry…" but Bulma was in her room and sobbing her heart out.

End flash back

"Wow…that was really harsh. I am so sorry for you." Moray placed her hand on Bulma's shoulder and she smiled.

"Don't be. That was then. We avoided each other for months. I thought it was because he hated me. But he told me later it was because he thought I hated him. We were both wrong."

"Then when he was hurt you went to his tank and he pulled you under…and you erm…had it underwater." Moray giggled and blushed. Bulma laughed too. "But how did you bond with him?"

"Ah well…."

Flash back

Bulma hummed to herself as she finished her final adjustments on the GR for the 76th time.

"Vegeta? I'm done."

"About time woman. I have been waiting long enough. I am eager to begin!" He scolded, but Bulma ignored him. He wasn't being nasty, it was just his way.

"Well then I will leave you to beat yourself senseless and pick up the pieces later. bye." But before she could reach the door, Vegeta yanked on her wrist and locked the door.

"And where are you going woman?"

"You said you were eager to begin. So I was going to let you train." Bulma raised an eyebrow at the lust filled film over his eyes.

"Training, is not what I am eager for. I believe we are well over do, for the next level of this relationship as you call it. And I yearn for it."

"Next level?" Bulma became even more confused. They had already slept together, so what was next? But Vegeta let her hand go and stepped back. As he began to pull his clothes off, his body reacted to her roaming eyes. As he became fully naked, his arousal evident, she gasped and blushed.

"Allow me to educate you on a custom of the mighty Saiyan race." He purred and bared his fangs at her, like a bad boy vampire.

"Well, I am always up for studying other races and their cultures." Bulma whimpered as Vegeta came so close to her, that his hot breath beat down on her face.

"On this planet, you become an item, you fornicate, you wed and produce offspring." He smirked and let his hands fall from her shoulders, taking her button up blouse with them. The buttons didn't stand a chance from his shear strength. "But on my planet, we do not become intimate unless we intend to mate."

"Is that like marriage?" Bulma whimpered again. Vegeta's hands had dropped form her now bare shoulders and were manhandling her jeans button and zipper.

"No. Mating is far more than the human pathetic equivalent. To become mates is a life long commitment, a bond that can never be broken. It is far more physical than a ring and a piece of paper." Her jeans dropped to the floor and he traced her ear lobes with his fangs. His hands masterfully unlatched her bra and let it fall to the floor, to clutter around her with her other discarded and forgotten clothes. "We will be able to share more than just our lives and bodies with each other. We will be able to share our souls and minds, becoming closer than ever before. And you can only mate once." Vegeta's large fingers slipped down the rim of her lacy underwear and ripped them in two. Bulma shivered slightly from the chill in the air, and down her spine. Vegeta heavily dragged his tongue across her collar bone and trailed all the way up her jaw at the other side of her face. "And I, Prince of all Saiyans. Want you to be my mate…Bulma." With that, Bulma threw herself at Vegeta and they were soon writhing on the floor like wild animals…

End flash back.

"And you can fill in the rest, as if I remember correctly, you are not a stranger to the antics of a randy bad boy. Are you?" Bulma teased and loved it when Moray giggled like the little girl, she used to be.

"And then he bit you? How romantic."

"More romantic than with you and Cell?"

"What? Oh no. nothing will ever be like it was for me and Cell. But you can understand that, right?"

"Of course." Both girls laughed and didn't even see the camp strut of a man in pink, skin tight latex like trousers and a see-through white vest.

"Hello ladies." The new, obviously feminine man sashayed into the salon section of the complex and picked up a comb and a pair of pink scissors. "Who's first?"

"You go first B. you have shorter hair then me."

"If you insist."

A few hours later…

"I love it!" Bulma jumped up and down and flipped her hair. It was cut like a bob, but the ends had been styled to flick up and out. It made her look years younger and would be a lot easier to handle. "Let me see you M." Moray tip toed round the corner and smiled. She had corkscrews in her hair and it bounced with life with every step she took. They had lost their clothes and were dressed in all new outfits. Bulma had a black Latin short skirt with matching halter neck boob tube. But there were lots of red, lacy frills hanging down from her top over her bare stomach and her red material belt down to her knees. She had black ankle strap shoes on with no high heel (Vegeta didn't like it when he was taller than him). Her makeup was more prerogative with her lips and eyelids black with blood red eyelashes, eye liner and lip liner. She was definitely going for the wild look.

Moray however, had something more, oriental. She wore aChinese Sleeveless, Purple Plum Blossom Short Cheong-sam.It had a large tear shape opening over her cleavage and slits down each side, showing off her large legs. The flowery blossom pattern on her dress was gold. Her eye lids were purple to match her dress and her lips. But her eye lashes were gold and so was the lip liner. She then wore large purple high heels and new she looked hot. The dress actually came down to her mid thigh, very revealing. This will teach Cell for resisting me this morning he he.

"I love that dress M."

"And I love yours B. wow, is Vegeta ever in for a surprise…"

"He is. He thinks I took you to the labs in West city." Both girls laughed and left the complex. After a quick check that they had their things, they hopped into Bulma's car and headed back home.

"Oh Bulma?"

"Yes hun?" they drove slower than before, simply to preserve their hair do's.

"Thank you so much for today. I have had so much fun."

"Hay no problem. Hay, I had fun too."

"Yeah, it was really cool. You are more than what meets the eye Mrs Briefs."

"And so are you Mrs Gero." They both laughed for a while before the large 'Gero Manner' came into view.

"Stop here. I want to hide my Ki and surprise him."

"Ok. Talk to you tomorrow. I want details."

"Only in exchange for the look on Vegeta's face when he sees you."

"Done!" with a final chuckle, Moray jumped out the car and waved Bulma off. She then turned and walked towards her home.

Her home.

It felt so good to say that. To belong somewhere and know that a door was all that stood between her and her lover. Speaking of whom…

Moray tiptoed up the front garden (a long trek lol) and hid her Ki. As she got to the door, she found it to be open, with a sticky note on it.

Dear Moray. Please obey the instructions around the house as there will be a nice surprise for you at the end.

With Love.

Cell.

"What are you up to Cell?" she giggled to herself and locked the door behind her. Moray gasped and smiled madly as she saw the floors covered in perfect rose petals, making a path from the door to the stairs. She followed the path and found a note on the first step.

Remove your shoes and self restraint before continuing She chuckled and took her shoes off. She put them to one side and walked up the stairs. On the stop step, was another note.

Flare your Ki slightly she knew what that note was for. To let him know she was here. She bit her lip, flared her Ki slightly and walked along the candle lit path to the bedroom door. Where there was another note.

Go no further if you are not prepared for an animal, who will pounce, mate, rock your world and then do it all over again. Leave your innocence at the door before you enter, and you better be ready. She shivered and gently pushed the door open…

As she opened the door, she saw the most erotic sight she had ever seen. Cell was laid on the bed, holding a perfect rose against his cheek, smirking sensually with his lower pelvis covered in red petals. The room had a romantic dim light from scattered candles and she looked back to Cell. He winked at her and she closed the door behind her, leaning against it for support. She wouldn't tell him, but just looking at him, looking like that, was making her wet already.

"Princess…My Queen." He purred and beckoned for her to join him. Moray began, but saw a note on the floor before her.

Undress slowly

She chuckled and looked to him. He still looked as arrogant and gorgeous as ever…so very delicious. She slowly unclasped the side of her dress, quivering as he watched her every movement. She slipped out of them…and stood solely in her frilly underwear. Moray bit her bottom lip as she stepped towards him. She closed her eyes, and her bra just, slipped off her shoulders. "You have been practising your powers…very nice."

"I am not that good yet. I haven't exactly had much time to use to practise…" Cell winked at her and she shivered again, slipping out of her underwear. "Any more notes? Or can I come to you now?" She walked towards him as he winked and knelt on the bed before him. Cell traced the rose down the valley of her bosom, and leaned into her. He traced the path of the rose with slow, painfully arousing kisses and stopped at her naval. Moray laid next to him, and blew the petals off his groin slowly. "I love you, you're perfect you know that." he smiled and held her face with one hand. The other played with one of her curly locks.

"And you are perfect, and I love you more than my own perfection." Moray's drugged eyes didn't leave Cell's as he sat up, and she knelt between his legs. Slowly, their lips smoothed together and Moray placed her hands on his shoulders. Cell had gone through all this trouble for her, morphed the entire house, arranged the entire day, and this was all worth it. He was purposely taking his time, being careful. After all, he wanted this to be a success…and the time was right. The sweet kiss mixed wit panting breaths as Cell rose his hands to cup her breast gently. Moray's hands held his neck and they deepened the kiss of silent devotion. She gasped pleasantly as he began to massage her around her nipples carefully. He was worshipping her entire body as his lips moved from her lips, to her neck. He licked his tongue along her jaw and down her neck, leaving a wet trail all along her collar bone. She moaned and leaned her head back, letting him leave sensual kisses down her cleavage. His hands slipped from her tender breast and came to rest on her hips. She brought her head back, her mouth open slightly, erotically parted with heavy breathing. Moray held his shoulders and leaned in to kiss him. But he swerved and gently lowered her to her back. This was the medically proven, more successful position for his desired outcome after all.

"Please, Cell." She closed her eyes, already suffering from the first stages of ecstasy. "I want you inside me." she groaned as he parted her legs, and lowered between them. "Oh Cell…" he licked her gorgeous green lips, all her makeup removed by this point.

"Yes, my Goddess. You shall have what you wish…" he placed his fingers into her entrance, and smiled. His plan had worked. She was perfectly lubricated for him. That would make the act easier and let him concentrate more on…

"Ohh." She whimpered and Cell put one large hand under her shoulders, holding her tight in place. Slowly, he slid his now fully erect, throbbing shaft inside her, inch by inch. "Ohhhh Cellll." Moray snaked her hands onto his back and her swollen lips met with his, blending again in a heated frenzy. As their lips smashed together, so did their hips. But Cell didn't lose his control; he made sure his pace was steady, precise. Even as Moray tried to buck against him to pull him deeper inside of her, he still controlled the pace. Her orgasm was painful, and he was fighting off his own as it happened.

"YES!" he roared and immediately quickened the pace. Moray's face went even redder as her nails raked down his back. He quickened again with an almost lightning speed and Moray screamed his name over and over again. The bed broke out and they both fell off the bed, Cell making sure he was the one who landed on the floor. He then rolled her back onto her back on the floor and didn't once slow his rocketing pace. He was determined.

"CCEEEELLL!" Moray yelled as her body wracked with electric pleasure, and Cell soon joined her. Even as he yowled her name, he held onto her and made sure to spill all his seed inside her. only then, did he withdraw from her. "C C Cell." Moray panted, her entire body heaving for breath and caked in sweat. "Y You are a sex god!"

"And where would a God be (pant) without his goddess?" Moray chuckled.

"In a (pant) bed that isn't (pant) broken."

"I prefer this alternative." He smirked and nibbled at her ear. Cell pulled the cover off the bed with his tail and covered both their sweaty bodies, spooning her into his arms.

"As do I." Moray had never been as exhausted in her life and let Cell pull her back against his front. "Good night my love. And thank you for today. It was really special."

"Yes, I wanted today to be special for you." In more ways than one. He smiled and draped his arm over her waist…placing his hand on her stomach. "I love you."

"And I love you." She drifted off to sleep, after a few hours of nuzzling and giggling (from Moray not Cell, he doesn't giggle lol). But Cell didn't sleep. He simply watched his mate, already longing for the next day.

"Good night my darling." But she was asleep. "get your rest…you will need it."