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Chapter 6: In you're body and Mind.
He watched over her like a guardian angel sent by the gods. If a soul dares to disturb her, they would feel the full extent of his wrath. 'She looked so peaceful, a pleasant substitute from all the yelling and screaming she does during the day. I guess I can't blame her, she runs a company, and manage to satisfy the needs of two no three saiyans. She lay there exhausted from a days worth of working in her lab and wiping snotty noses now in the comfort of her bed. He sat down and started to examine his life.
A few years ago if a Drixilon (an alien psychic race) had told him this was his future, he would have basted the alien for lying to the prince of saiyan. A few years ago he would have never thought this is what his life would have succumb to. A human wife, half breed children, human friends, yes friends. They are his friends. Even though planet Vegeta was wished back, he felt that Earth was his home. Physically he is a saiyan but mentally he is a earthling.
The Beautiful blue haired woman he share his bed with made him realized that, but at what price. Because of her his pride means nothing no more, they are his pride and joy. Not to be the best super saiyan, not to impress his father. 'Oh father I bet you're disappointed in me, I must be making a mockery of the entire race. But it doesn't matter now, this is my life. Who needs pride when you have them. They are all the strength I need. Evry time I engage the enemy, I think about them and it fuel my desire to make it back to them.
He look at her flawless shape as she sprawled off on the bed. The years has not done her no justice. She had a few wrinkles here and there but she has the body of a 20 year old. If she wasn't so tired he would have woke her up and leave her with rug burns for weeks. After two hours watching his wife sleep, Vegeta was finally gonna call it a night. But then something caught his attention. His precious wife released a painful moan which he instantly caught. For years of knowing his wife he knows when she feels good and when she doesn't.
He looked at her face and he saw a painful look, like a struggle was going on. She was having a nightmare. Vegeta was going to wait it out and see if she will calm down and realize that it was just a dream. It got worst, she started kicking, screaming and shuffling on the bed. Vegeta rushed by her side and try to shake her from her troubled mind. No use she was already far gone. He realizes that shaking her wouldn't work so he used the mental bond they had and enter her thoughts. He manage to calm her down and she jumped from her sleep.
When she shot up she saw her husband next to her comforting her. She jumped in his arms and await his embrace. Vegeta heard his wife sniffles and cries and her heavy shaking. After a few minutes, she calm down and she was going to explain to him about her horrible nightmare. Before she could, he hushed her, he already knew. Her cries turn soft sobs now.
"Shhh….it's okay. You won't lose me. I'm not going any where." Vegeta said to his wife. She knew then and there that he saw what she saw in her mind. She almost lost her husband.
'It's not the first time so I was started to be convinced.' Bulma said through their mental bond. They are communicating but their lips are not moving.
'This is not the first time?' Vegeta spoke back through their mental bond.
'No, I been having that same particular nightmare all week and every time I would be thinking that you'll be next to me to comfort me, you'll always be off training somewhere. I'm left to face my demons alone.' Bulma said as she was about to burst into tears again.
"BULMA….it's okay. I promise I'll be here fore you more often. When you fall I'll be there to catch you, when you cry I'll be there to wipe your tears. I LOVE YOU BULMA" Vegeta said in words.
Bulma can't believe that it is Vegeta who is telling her this. He is not the same saiyan she didn't dare to but did crossed path with on planet Namek. She had accepted the fact that he won't love her like she want him to but he would always be with her no matter what. She had never heard him use the four letter words before, until now.
The room was dark but Vegeta could see the tears well up in Bulma's eyes. She was about to declare her love for him but he put him index finger on her lips. He then kissed her. Slowly they kiss a breath taking kiss. Vegeta was about to do something to Bulma that he had never done before. He is going to make love to her. When ever they had sex it always about him getting off but she also gets off in the process so tonight it's all about his beautiful wife.
Their eyes are the only glimmer of light penetrating the darkness of the room. Vegeta gently nudge her on her back so he can climb on top of her. He planted butterfly kisses on her forehead, both cheeks, he settled at her neck for about five minutes then he moved on. He wanted to get her wet and ready. He played with her collar bone for a while. The irritating garments she wore was annoying him, and she saw that. She motioned to take off her night gown but was halted by Vegeta's hand.
He wanted to do it him self. There is no need for words so she didn't even protest. She knows her husband is overly capable of pleasuring her so she is going to let him do his stuff. Second thing Vegeta had never done to Bulma and that was to orally pleasure her, she had done it to him countless times but he had never returned the favor but she never had a problem with it.
Vegeta slowly undress his gorgeous wife by first taking off her nightdress. He lifted it over her head. He was vexed yet curious about the second layer of clothes she had on. He doesn't have a good history of taking off a female's bra, as much as he doesn't see the importance of one, but they do. Bulma saw the look he gave the bra and smiled. Vegeta continue to kiss her moving to her upper breast that is bulging out of her tight bra.
He gave them a squeeze and started rubbing her hard nipples through the silk lacy material. Bulma was pulling in sharp breath. She wanted to rip off the bra so he can assault her breast. Vegeta continued playing with them until the bra was wet with saliva. He reached behind her so he could open the bra. He struggle and fed up with trying so he melted the straps un-be-knowing to Bulma. He threw them on the floor. He look at the succulent morsels in front of him. Bulma thought he was waiting for an invitation so she thrust them in his face.
He grabbed her tits and kneed them like dough. She started playing with her nipples in between his thumb and his index finger. Sharp breath started escaping her pink lips. He sucked on them like Trunks and Bulla did when they were babies. Bulma closed her eyes and let Vegeta please her, she know she is going to be screaming for the rest of the night. She grabbed his head and pulled him to suck her nipples more.
After 10 minutes of playing with her breast, he stopped. He moved down to her tummy, planting butterfly kisses along the way. He dipped his tongue in her belly button. He then went down to her toes and back up. He stopped at the crook of her legs. Vegeta positions his mouth over the developing heat and moisture in between her thighs. He breathes his hot breath on her heat. Something ran through Bulma's body that he had never felt before, a really good feeling. As Vegeta was going to dive in for a taste, Bulma halted his actions.
'No Vegeta, don't do it.' Bulma complained mentally
'And why not, you do it to me.
'I'm you're wife, suppose to.'
'Yea so as you're husband I'm also obligated to. So shh'
'But Vegeta….'
'Not…. Another…. word' Vegeta said not threatening but he got his point across.
Bulma grabbed the bed post and prepare her self of a heated assault on her kitten. Vegeta dove in and ran his tongue over Bulma's clit. She moaned out loud. He started teasing her by kissing her lips. Bulma was getting frustrated with the teasing. She begged him to fuck her. Stop what he's doing and fuck her.
"VEG…ETA…PLEASE….." Bulma said through heavy labored breathing. Vegeta used his saiyan eyes to penetrate the darkness and look at the painful look on her sweaty face. He's been teasing her for about an hour now. She was on the breaking point and she was about to burst. Bulma was frozen stiff when Vegeta dipped his tongue in. She clenches her eyes thigh as Vegeta ate her out. Vegeta rubbed her clit with his thumb while thrusting his appendage in and out of his wife.
Bulma couldn't move couldn't scream. Tears of ecstasy rolled down her eyes. Bulma's juices just came out of her like a river. By the time he had stop her juices were enough to fill five coffee mugs. Bulma scream louder and louder as her orgasm hit her over and over and over again. When he was done she was shaking uncontrollably. He gave her five minutes to regain her composure. He didn't wait for a written invitation when she looked at him with all her pent up passion in her eyes.
Vegeta jumped on to of her. He shoved his tongue down her throat so she can taste her self. She did and she loved her taste, like expensive wine. He position his manhood over her entrance. Bulma waited with suspense as Vegeta was about to enter her.
BANG! BANG! BANG! "WOMAN...I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE..WHERE IS MY FUCKING DINNER.
Bulma jumped out of her sleep and her dream. She was overwhelmed, by the dream and the noise an annoying saying was creating by banging on the door.
"BREAK DOWN THE FUCKING DOOR WHY DON'T YA." Bulma yelled back. She instantly bit her tongue. She was confusing reality Vegeta with the present Vegeta. 'The Vegeta in my dreams was suave, romantic loving, caring, COMPASSIONATE..etc. Compare to this blood thirsty, animalistic, barbaric sadistic bastard.'
"LOVE TO." Suddenly there was a sound of something breaking then she saw her door flew across her room and into the wall opposite the door.
"WOMAN, IT'S 8:30, GET YOU'RE LAZY ASS UP AND MAKE ME MY DINNER. I WON'T TOLERATE INSUBORDINATION..." In Bulma's mind all she heard was bla bla bla but his last statement made her chuckle.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LAUGHING AT?"
"OH NOTHING DADDY." Bulma said in a innocent yet mocking tone. Ask where Bulma found the balls to make fun of Vegeta, you're asking the wrong person. Maybe she was getting immune to Vegeta's threatening appearance. Vegeta knew she was mocking him and it's wasn't helping her predicament.
"Are you mocking me woman?" Vegeta ask rhetorically.
"Noooo, I would never do that daddy. I wouldn't want to be spanked now would I." Bulma got up and left just in time Vegeta blew a vain. She would have close the door behind her but it was 4 inches engraved into her wall. She went to whip him up a quick dinner.
Vegeta was still standing in the middle of Bulma's room wondering what went wrong. He decided he was going to put the scare to her later. On his way out Vegeta finally acknowledge the scent that was burning his nose since he entered the room. It's has a sweet scent yet a musky scent. Vegeta walked towards Bulma's bed where the scent was getting stronger, there was a huge wet spot in the middle. "Hmpf, the woman was busy last night."
