Disclaimer: Ahem, if I owned DBZ I would have made sure that the episodes had more adult content, cough.
A/N: Pretty much pointless lemon, you've been warned. Looks over at her unsuspecting husband However I haven't warned my lover wicked smirk but I'm sure he is going to find out soon enough.
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Chapter Eighteen
Passion's Captives
Vegeta yanked her down the hallway and into the lift, before releasing his painful grip on her arm and shoving her lightly away from him.
"Are you trying to get every male on this base killed woman?" He hissed at her, his eyes flashing with anger and lust.
"What are you talking about Vegeta?" She questioned wide eyed, not sure what had gone wrong with their evening.
"That little 'dance' of yours had every man in the room panting after you." Just the thought of other men's eyes on her was making his blood boil. Unexpectedly, Bulma closed the gap between them, pressing her full breasts against his hard chest, trapping him against the wall.
"The only man that I want is you." Her words were a delicate caress over his lips and he could feel the erection that he was trying to hide become even harder at her declaration. How could he make her understand that he could not give in to her, that they must not allow lust to overtake them.
"Get off me woman." He pushed her away so he would not be tempted by the silken feel of her skin, but still he could not escape her scent. At his harsh words the lustful gleam in her eye dimmed and the sharp edge of suffering flittered across her features. She whirled away from him and he had to fight the urge to pull her back into his arms where she belonged.
"Fine go play in your precious piece of shit Gravity Room while I find someone who thinks I am attractive enough to fuck." She hissed scornfully while trying to tamp down her tears. His rejection hurt her more than she would ever let on. The only reason that he must not want her was because she wasn't pretty enough to suit him. All those heated looks and even hotter caresses must have been an act, because he really must find her disgusting if he was turning her away now. He was better at the game than she thought.
With a snarl Vegeta pushed himself off the wall, pressing the emergency stop button before spinning her around to trap her against the wall with his body. His coal black eyes glared down at her, banked flames of desire dancing in their shadows.
"I thought I told you; never tell me what to do woman and you WILL NOT find some other male to play your games with." His fury knew no bounds at her words. He would never let another man touch what he had claimed as his, even if he refused to take her completely. Mine. A greedy voice whispered in his head.
He leaned his weight on his hand by her head while he slid the other one up her smooth thigh, just barely dipping under the hem of her skirt. The proximity of his body sent her heart fluttering and she suddenly found it hard to breathe.
"What is that you want so badly woman?" He asked hoarsely, determined to find out what was driving her to such foolish heights. He flexed his hand before moving it further up her slender leg until it rested at the top of her thigh. She shivered as her breath hitched and in response his thumb stretched out to brush against the hard beads that were slick with her juices.
"I want you." She whispered up at him. She stayed impossibly still, not wanting to frighten him away with any awkward movements. She yearned to pull him down for one of his searing kisses that stole her sanity, but she knew that something important was happening inside of Vegeta. A war of lust and logic.
Her words sent a tremor of desire racing through his veins and a soft growl of possession vibrated in his chest. "Why ruin yourself for a night of pleasure with me, when you have such fancy toys to fulfill your needs." To prove his point, he rubbed his thumb over a rounded bead, pressing it against her swollen flower watching as her eyes became half-lidded and her breath quickened. He was desperate to know why this had become so important to her. Why someone as intelligent as her would insist on acting like he was a normal man, worthy of her presence.
"You, only you." She choked out while her hands reached out on their own accord to clench his shirt in her fists at his shoulders, using his solid body as an anchor as desire began to rage inside of her. She didn't understand why he was being so stubborn. She was the one taking a risk, not him. He could never express any depth of emotion that she might crave from him. While this night might be the most meaningful experience of her life, it would be nothing more than momentary liaison to him. In the morning he would probably retreat to his gravity room without a word and would more than likely never mention the incident again. The hard light of reality made no difference to the torrential emotions that stormed inside of her, she wanted Vegeta and no other.
CENSOREDHer words made his chest clench and something sparked deep inside of him, in a place that he thought had long been dead. He had to know why she chose him, why now.
"Why?" He asked the burning question, needing an answer more desperately than he needed air to breathe. "Do you really want to wake up tomorrow knowing that you took a monster to your bed?"
Bulma could barely spit out one word much less string a sentence together while his fingers teased her inner walls, but need and desperation drove her forward, forcing her to passionately state her case. "Why do you speak to me of tomorrow? Don't you see that's the reason why today is so important? Tomorrow you could be sent away on another mission that you may not return from. Tomorrow someone may actually succeed in killing me."
She continued on ignoring his growl while hopelessly trying to form words that would accurately express her near panic of the future as his fingers moved inside of her, distracting her from her purpose.
"The future is full of what ifs and maybes, but one thing is for certain, whether or not you become Emperor or if I die, in the end we will be separated. So you see My Prince, right now is all we have because the only thing keeping us apart are a few scraps of cloth."
At the end of her impassioned plea she pressed her petal soft lips against his unyielding ones. She had poured her heart out to the stoic man before her, now it was up to him to make the next move.
Her words tugged at him, and he felt an awakening emotion deep inside that he didn't know how to name. He knew it was wrong, but he could not deny himself any longer. Once he had defeated Frieza he promised to let her go. He would send her away to her perfect little world she had picked out for herself and let her go on with her life. He would rule the universe from a lonely throne, knowing only a fleeting moment of happiness, but it would be more than he had ever tasted in his lifetime.
His lips crashed against hers, CENSORED He held her tight as he unwound his tail from his waist to push the button on the lift once again. She trembled in his arms as they waited for their floor and when the doors slid open he threw her over his shoulder to stride into the lab.
He set her down in the living room, just before the door to the bedroom and stepped back to pin her there with his piercing raven eyes. He gathered his tattered cloak of nobility around him one last time as he gave her a second chance to escape unscathed. "Here is your chance Bulma, leave now and you will stay untainted." If she told him to leave, he would turn on his heel and retreat to the GR, become stronger and defeat Frieza so she may live in peace.
He stood across from her so defiant, so proud, but she could see his pain in his eyes. She understood now why he always pulled away from her. Deep down, though he would never admit it, he hated the monster that he was. Forced to kill millions and to serve a tyrant, he was engulfed in feelings of unworthiness. Never in his entire lifetime had anyone ever extended a hand of friendship to him or uttered words of love. He was revered and feared, but never accepted for who he was.
She hooked her thumbs under the thin straps of her gown, pulling them away so the dress slid slowly off her body,CENSORED It gathered at her hips and with a twist it fluttered to the floor in a pool of shimmering blue. She stood before him decorated in glittering gold and ice. The necklace dripped down between her breasts to sway over her belly button. The "panties" were nothing more than a band of gold lace that were slung low across her hips and it had a single strand of luminescent pearls CESORED Her dainty feet were decorated in strappy gold heels, lending her extra height.
"No one has ever accused me of being pure, Vegeta." She turned her back to him, allowing the strand of gold to dance along her back alluringly before glancing over her shoulder in invitation. With a graceful dip of her hips she sauntered into the bedroom, confident that her soon to be lover would follow closely behind.
Vegeta's breath hitched in his chest as he was led helplessly by the beautiful woman into the bedroom. Even if he had a choice right now, he couldn't turn away. The thought of leaving her brought him physical pain. With a strong hand he stopped her in the middle of the room, towering over her from behind.
CENSORED! GEE YOU THINK. LOTS OF STORYLINE GONE.
He stretched his body over hers, sliding his arms under her shoulders and cradling her head in his large palms. He fitted his body against hers while he gazed into her passion dilated eyes. He had never seen a more beautiful sight in all of his years than Bulma in the throes of bliss. He never wanted to leave her. If he had the power to stop time like that frog Guldo, he would have held his breath until he died, if it meant staying in her arms forever.
Her hands slid up his arms, reveling in the hard feel of his muscles under his velvet skin. She gazed up into his onyx eyes, unable to fathom the look that he was giving her. If she didn't know better she would have thought he was expressing devotion or perhaps even love? She brushed the thought away as finally he gifted her with one of his delicious kisses that she had grown to adore so much.
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His glittering eyes stared down into her wide cerulean eyes, framed by thick lashes. There was an emotion glinting in their depths that he was hard pressed to name. A bolt of fear and longing raced down his spine, when he recognized that it may be love. Her eyes glowed with love for him and his heart clenched with the painful sensation that knowledge caused inside of him. Unable to face her, he chose the path of a coward and he dropped his head to capture her lips searing kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, thrusting into her hot depths, mimicking the rhythm of his hips.
Her crystal eyes clouded with sorrow before they drifted closed as she surrendered to his masterful kiss. Her heart ached with the certainty that he would never love her the way she loved him. She wanted desperately to wrap her entire body around his, to cocoon him in a nest of acceptance and devotion. She wished for once he would stop being the cold warrior that rejected all overtures of affection and instead would allow himself to just be a man. A man who loved a woman.
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Gently he rolled them over so they lay properly on the bed with her on top. He kept himself nestled deep inside of her and when she turned her head to smile languidly down at him, she saw his wicked smirk but there was more than that in his gaze, something he could no longer hide from her. Bulma knew that it couldn't be love that heated his eyes, but she couldn't help but to comfort herself with the thought that it might be affection. He began to move within her and as her eyes drifted closed with pleasure she grasped the notion that the mighty Saiyan prince beneath her genuinely cared for her, close to her heart.
Many hours later found a well sated Bulma draped over Vegeta's masculine chest, running her fingers over a particularly nasty scar. He sat unmoving beneath her one hand under his head, his eyes were closed but she knew he was alert.
"How did this happen?" She asked softly. One heavy lid slid open to look down at her before dropping closed again.
"I don't remember." He muttered with a slight shrug.
Her brow furrowed with confusion, if she had been so injured that it caused a ragged scar she would remember.
"What do you mean, you don't remember?" She quipped. She nearly rolled off his massive chest when he heaved a weary sigh.
"I have a lot of scars woman." She glanced at the skin she could see, verifying for herself that he did indeed have quite a few scars. It did nothing to distract from his natural good looks, in fact it seemed to enhance them.
"Oh." She muttered and she could practically feel him rolling his eyes at her. He moved beneath her, bringing his hands up to capture her hips in his palms.
"Get off me woman, I have to go train."
Oh I don't think so.
She hauled herself up so she straddled him, pushing his shoulders down on the bed with her measly weight. She was almost confused when he let her pin him there, but quickly a triumphant smile lit her face.
Looks like he wants to stay and play with me after all.
"Move woman." He growled harshly, but she could see a flare of desire behind his eyes. He had been like a wild animal, fucking her with a single minded intensity of a starving man at a last meal. Absolutely insatiable. At one point she had padded off to the kitchen for water only to find herself draped over the back of the couch while Vegeta thrust powerfully into her from behind. She was quite surprised to see the hint of desire in his eyes, this close to dawn after so many hours of unceasing mind blowing pleasure.
"Oh, why do you have to be such a grumpy butt?" She pouted wickedly down at him, she almost laughed out loud when she saw the shock flash through his eyes, but she quickly tamped it down when she saw anger follow quickly on its heels.
"Woman, that reminds me. What were you thinking calling me hunny bunny on that holo recording you left on the bots that were guarding you?" His growl had deepened from his previously playful one to a much more menacing timber.
Uh oh.
She lifted her hands off his shoulders, one trailing up to massage her neck behind her head. Her already flushed face deepened a shade darker and she looked distinctly uncomfortable.
"Oh that, well umm, the day that I recorded it, I was umm kinda irritated by you and I umm yah…." She stuttered, not really having a good answer that would satisfy him and keep her out of trouble. She could see him getting angrier, but the more she thought about it, the funnier she found it. She could just imagine the look on his face when he heard those words uttered to him. He grabbed her hips, intending on throwing her off of him and stalking into the GR when she lost her last vestiges of control.
Without warning she threw back her head, laughter tumbling out of her uncontrollably. Her long hair brushed over his bare thighs and his eyes were drawn to her jiggling breasts and the dancing sheen of the necklace that she still wore. Instead of throwing her off his hands tightened around her, holding her closer too him as the vibration of her laughter ricochet through his groin.
He felt an answering grin lift the corner of his lips as he watched her unabashed pleasure at his expense and he almost didn't realize it when his tail curled up over her thigh to languidly slide towards her core, but Bulma did.
Abruptly her laughter stopped when she felt something furry tickling her inner thigh, CENSORED
What is he going to do with that? What can he do with it?
Vegeta watched with amusement as Bulma stared with fascination at his tail. He smelled the change in her body the instant she noticed his tail and he couldn't suppress the wicked grin that flitted across his features. Gingerly she moved her hand towards the furry appendage, stopping a fraction away from touching it, her wide azure eyes darting up to his.
"Can I touch it?" Her voice quavered and her hand shook lightly. He could see the yearning in her eyes and he nodded that she may. Her eyes dropped down to look at his dark brown tail, her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth as was her habit when she was concentrating on something. Lightly she trailed her fingers over the fur, barely even touching it, but it caused delicate shivers to course through his body. She looked up to make sure that she didn't hurt him, but he stared back impassively.
Emboldened she applied more pressure, stroking it like she would a cat, nearly making him purr. To distract her before she discovered his weakness, he inched the tip closer to her core causing her to freeze. Her hand hovered over him while she brought other index finger up to her full mouth to gently chew on her nail, pulling her lower lip down slightly, her complete attention riveted on what he was going to do next.
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She collapsed onto his sweaty chest, cradling his spent shaft within her. As her breathing evened out she nuzzled against him, more content than she had ever been in years.
"I feel so safe in your arms." She murmured absently, a split second before her body stiffened with shock.
Kami, did I just say that out loud?
She waited with baited breath, hoping against hope that he hadn't heard her, knowing that he must have and that he would not be pleased with her uttering such rubbish. After a heartbeat or two had passed to her surprise he lifted his arms up to slide over her back. One hand delved deeply into her hair, holding her against his heart, while the other one braced her back. He squeezed her lightly before releasing her, allowing her to remain on top of him.
Shocked but happy, Bulma fell into a dreamless sleep, reveling in a sense of security that she hadn't felt since she was a child.
A/N: Again, about four or five pages were cut out, which you don't have to read. All you have to get out of this chapter is that in the space of one night they become closer. For one instant, they saw what their life could be if they could just span the difference between them.
