I do not own DBZ. (this is Christmas time, you really think I can afford to buy this anime series? C'mon.)
Chapter Three
A day went by without so much of a word from the prince. Bulma was worried. But why? This was a forced marriage… wasn't it? Why did she even care if he came back or not? But something bothered her. It ran though her brain and down her spine like a cold invisible snake, ready to strike. There was something about him that she couldn't put her finger on, And it was driving her to madness.
Stepping out into the hallway, Kakarrot standing a few feet behind her as she started to make her way through the maze of the castle. Without looking where she was going, she ran into a steel like muscular chest. Behind her Kakarrot hastily bowed to the figure.
Bulma looked up, seeing King Vegeta, Bulma bowed slightly and the saiyan king laughed.
"You've seemed to have my son acting strangely. How in all Vegeta-sei did you do it?"
"I didn't do anything Sire." Bulma said, being careful to avoid eye contact.
"Oh, you did something. And I am impressed. But don't let whatever your doing affect what his mission is. Understand?"
"Yes, sire." Bulma bowed once more and walked past him. The sight of the Saiyan king made her skin crawl. The way his eyes roamed over her body.. The thought made her sick.
She turned another corner and then outside coming face to face with a rather large garden what was given to her.
"Kakarrot, why is Vegeta always a jerk?" She looked to a flower then cupping it carefully in her hand, leaning in to sniff it's sweet scent.
"Well, milady, he has basically been raised by war and blood lust. That can do that to a man. Didn't you know that?"
"Guess I didn't. But the king is right. I haven't seen him for a while… not since… the last kiss we shared." Bulma sighed and moved away from the flower to set herself on a nearby bench.
"So you two shared a kiss, huh?" Kakarrot questioned.
"Yeah."
A figure appeared behind the two people, chuckling.
"I don't believe that it is any of your concern what we do, third-class. Leave is." Vegeta growled appearing behind his wife.
Hiding the flash of anger from appearing on his face, Kakarrot nodded and stood, walking back to the castle."
"Also, it is none of your concern to disclose our personal life to a third class warrior." Vegeta instructed.
"What personal life?" Bulma questioned back, standing to face her husband.
Vegeta smirked, walking to her and slipped his arms around her tiny waist and pulled her agenst his hard body. "What you and I do behind closed doors, Onna."
Holding her breath, Bulma tried to think reasonably. She could feel his large muscles under his spandex suit and she could almost feel herself melt within his arms.
"Nothing else to say, Onna?" He asked seductively, his hand roaming down to cup her rear, causing Bulma to moan softly.
Bulma leaned her body to his more and with that, Vegeta took his hint and scooped her up to carry her back into their room.
Bulma's mind was in a haze. She had remembered that she was arguing with vegeta, but why was her body screaming for his touch? Opening her eyes, she was laying on their bed, Vegeta over her and staring down at her.
"What… What are you doing?" she managed to ask.
"What do you think?" Was her response. Vegeta's voice seemed to be strained as if to hide his emotions.
Vegeta leaned down, brushing Bulma's shirt from her shoulder and gently kissed it, his lips brushing over her soft skin. His hand roamed over her body once more, her moans of pleasure and need only caused him to go on.
Pulling himself away from her shoulder, he suddenly ripped her shirt open to expose her bra-less body underneath him.
Somewhat surprised and shocked that she didn't wear a bra, Vegeta smirked as he took in her beauty.
"Where you planning on teasing me?" He asked, running a finger over her already hardened nipple.
Bulma looked up at him, embarrassed, but made no move to tell him to stop. Something was holding her back.
"Well?" Vegeta urged, pinching her nipple carefully.
Bulma groaned at the pinch and gasped, finally finding her voice. "n.. no, it was too hot for a bra.." she said, a brighter blush appearing on her cheek.
Chuckling, Vegeta leaned back down to press his lips to hers, kissing her deeply. His tongue pressing through her lips he roamed her mouth, probing and tasting her.
Bulma sighed into his kiss and felt herself reaching up to push odd his training suit.
"Impatient?" He smirked. He allowed her to push the suit off his body, revealing that he wore nothing on underneath.
After a few moments of stripping each other, Bulma's eyes looked over him. He had scars all over his body. Even though the scars looked almost hideous, he looked almost… 'Beautiful' a voice inside her mind muttered. Bulma blinked and smiled. 'Yes… he's beautiful..' she thought.
Having watched Bulma's reaction to him, Vegeta smiled inwardly when she didn't order him away from her. Not that he would listen anyway. He leaned forward to capture her nipple between his lips, letting his tongue lick over the hardened nub. Doing so, he heard her give out a little whimper of pleasure.
Bulma couldn't believe what was happening. She couldn't understand how her body reacted with each and every touch that Vegeta gave her. Letting out a small whimper as she captured her nipple, she felt his hardened manhood inch closer to her.
"Relax…" He whispered into her ear softly. Sensing her relax somewhat, and without hesitating, he pushed himself deep into her, causing her to give out a small cry of pain.
After waiting fore her to get used to him within her, he pulled back slightly to push back in at a slow but steady pace until he heard her moan out happily once more.
As he gradually gained speed, Vegeta grunted and lent foreword to kiss her neck. She looked up at him and he smirked. Lifting his hand to her breast, Vegeta distracted her long enough to bite his teeth into her neck, earning a startled gasp from her.
With the small gasp, they both came out with pleasure filling both of their bodies, sending shivers through their spins.
Bulma laid back weakly, feeling tired more than usual, she somewhat feeling comfortable with Vegeta on top of her, holding her. "Vegeta…" She whispered softly.
As he Erupted his seed inside her womb, all her memories flooded into his mind. He held into her and pushed her head close to his neck. "Bite me, Onna." He grunted.
Bulma looked to him questionably, not understanding. "Vegeta…?"
"Do it." he growled, growing impatient.
Bulma blinked and wrapped her arms around him, letting her own teeth sink into his flesh. With his blood sinking into her mouth, she watched his memories as they came into her mind almost all at once. The memories that he gave her erupted tears in her eyes and she wept at the pain that he had once felt.
Vegeta closed his eyes as he held onto her, cursing himself for the show of weakness and tender care, but what of just this once, holding her and caring for her.
"Just this once."
Vegeta willed them both to sleep, and slowly, Bulma's tears faded away to sniffles as she curled her body close to his. Sometime in the night, Vegeta's tail wrapped around her slender hips, a small non-Vegeta like smile appeared on his lips as they slept.
"Just this once."
Ok ya'll. I know it took a lot of time for me to write this out and I know it isn't all that great, but this is my first lemon that I have written, ever. And I am not real sure when the next chapter will be up, but I will work as hard as I can to get it out soon. Kisses, ya'll.