SURPRISE! This is a special chapter! Bulma and Vegeta fans, rejoice! I began writing their next part, and I just couldn't stop, so I hope you all enjoy this special romantic (lemon) chapter. Certain parts are reminiscent of events in A Runt Named Raditz, other parts are from solely Vegeta's POV, I took some artistic liberties and played a bit with poetry-like language. I really hope it comes across well. Sorry to anyone who wanted a full chapter, I will do my best to catch up with all the other characters very soon. Please, let me know what you thought!
UPDATE* I have been blessed to have the help of Lachanophobic over on AO3 help me polish up this chapter a bit!
Hazy. Dizzy. The blood flowers circling all around me. I can only blink lazily, pupils unfocused. Watching the red sky whirling overhead, blood pools down my vision, bitter copper taste on my lips.Milk taste, bitter faced. Mother thrust me away from her, what was I, but a child to do when she, who loved me, disposed of me so easily? My tongue still wet with mother's milk, I was thrown down into the filth. My father, alone, saved me. The foul witch that had made me, she longed for another woman's baby. Broly.
I watched men beheaded for lesser crimes, seen throats sliced open wide, as a child I sat on father's knee, watching he. Who would I be? Would I be that Prince, the title they all had given me? Could I be the mightiest, the righteous? Burning up; the memories... They haunt me. Day and night my thoughts are vexed.
Who are you, cool blue woman on a dark silky canopy? Feeding me the fruit that mother gave me, her hands soft like peach fuzz flesh, caressed in fine gloves. Love. She gives me power, all wrapped up in high red flowers. Silly woman with her head buzzing, up all hours, the night is ours...
The glow of fluorescent lights illuminates her white coat like a moth fluttering from lamp to lamp. Bulma squeezes a clamp, adjusts a dial on the device she has running, its bewitching blue light laminating her goggles with its incandescence.
"If I can only squeeze out the essence," She murmured, leaning over the table where a suit of armour is stretched, pulled to its limit, as she takes a dropper, with a silvery, metallic fluid inside; its hue is like the milkiest part of the galaxy, as she squeezes the plastic bulb, and just a drop falls onto the center of the suit, and washes out in waves, leaving a sparking opalescence over the white breastplate for just a moment, before fading, and hardening.
Bulma screws the dropper back into the bottle, labeled 'metallic component 0.1', and sighs, leaning up against the table just a moment, before backing away, removing her fingers before the large steel block, molten hot, can drop. She cringes, crossing her fingers, as the suit is crushed within. The block whirs, shuddering, and Bulma seems alarmed, backing up another step to reach the emergency button if need be. The gears clunk and grind together erratically, sparks flying, making a dissonant sound as the steel block crashes to the table, crumbling on impact. Bulma gasped, her heart racing as her feet left the floor, and the massive block exploded outward, fiery hot chunks of molten metal flying. The lava like-substance oozed out over the suit, as if it were fireproof. Bulma exhaled, then giggled as the emergency sprinklers turned on.
"Idiot! What the hell were you thinking?!" Vegeta seethes, not impressed. Bulma's gaze is watching how the lava flows over the suit, and she takes a deep breath, a tiny smile of success still on her angelic face, before inhaling, her chest rising, and turning to the bandaged man holding her.
"Will you give it a rest! Get back to bed!" She shrieked, making his shoulders tense just slightly, he adjusts her in his arms, before stepping forward.
"Yes, yes, 'rest, take your pills, piss in this cup', I heard you the last time, woman." He snarled, as she began to struggle to get out of his arms, her frizzy hair now drenched, makeup wrecked.
"It's for your own good!" She grumbled, then pinched a specific, very sensitive area on his chest. Vegeta flinched, and released her from his arms, seeing that the lava had blackened from the ice cold sprinklers raining down onto the laboratory, water running out the floor drains as she ran to go inspect her work. Vegeta rubbed at his pectoral, grumbling that he would get her back later as he followed.
"Look, Vegeta! My experiment was a complete success! Your new armour is now the best I've ever made!" She said happily, picking up the white and blue suit, with a new style, lacking bulky shoulder pads, or leg pads. Vegeta hummed with interest, taking the pant leg and stroking the slippery fabric.
"Hn. We will have to put it under vigorous tests to know for sure. Now, let's get the hell out of this mess." He snorted, slinging it over his shoulder. Bulma smirked and followed behind, grabbing his tail and swinging it around like a jump rope. Vegeta cringed and squatted to his knees, long enough for her to snatch the suit back, and run away, giggling all the while.
"You-you little thief, get back here with that!" He growled, holding his stomach where the sword wound still ached, wrapped and taped up well with an ace bandage.
"Na-Na-Na-Na boo-boo stick your head in poo-poo!~" She sang, and he made a roar of his discontent; chasing the little woman through the slick floors of the massive lab, whirling around the great machines, greasy with oil. Dodging dangling chords, he followed that subtle scent that spoke to him, hearing her quick footsteps, and the small huffs of her breath, even across the span of the below-ground capsule corporation laboratory; where the dimmed lights flickered, and red warning lights cast shadows over the masses of metal and made masquerade faces, the pain, aching in his neck like a brace, tight around his throat.
Vegeta stiffened, as a bright, white spotlight came on up overhead, and a haunting sound stormed through his senses, as Bulma played, howling like a wolf.
"Ow-Awoo! Can you find me? Are you scared? Come on, pussycat!" She echoed, but Vegeta was frozen, staring up at the light.
A ring... a blinding ring of light. Flashes of red. Metal doors, slammed shut."Get me out of here! I have to get out!"
He shuddered, tension rippling down his back, and making each hair stick straight up on his wet black tail.
"Stay still, this will only hurt a hair, a pinch, then that's it."They chuckled. "Listen to the doctor! He is only trying to help you!" A curdled voice. Black, fleshy wet lips. "Why, you seem so scared! It's only a routine procedure!"
"Vegeta? Where'd you go?"
It was only a few days ago. I had a strange itch that started at the base of my tail. Then it followed up, branching up my back. It makes it hard to sleep at night. Sometimes I have attacks. I just stop breathing. Burning red, the ache. It was my first stage of growth. The penumbra of my pain, radiated out through my brain. I would dream at night, things that I never thought would return to me. Tongue lapping, drinking up milk. Milk was the cure, but I don't have it anymore. I remember why now, mother hit me because she was sore.
The wolves howling, drowning out the hum of the red moon, when our city was attacked. I was so young then. But that was the first time I felt that knot in my back. As if my tail were receding in; in sheer terror. Curled up, and whipping back and forth under my veins.
"These pills will numb the pain."
"You can't be serious? Prince Vegeta's in the infirmary again?"
"This is the third time this week. It was late last night. I heard him screaming."
Hot. Sweltering hot, vision is wavering. Feel my pupils expanding, blood flow, intensifying.
"What you have is what we call 'phantom asphyxiation,' when paranoia eats through one's senses, symptoms become stronger, voices, visions, your illusions are getting longer..."
But I saw it! Men in blood coats. Black shadows, wrapped like wings! They come at night, shrieking! Keeping me awake, they're crawling by the door!
"You're wrong, there are none of these, dream things. It's all in your imagination."
"Vegeeeta? Sweetie?"
It was then, I felt the knife, twisting in my back! Digging, searching for the source! Gods that wouldn't unhand me! Monsters, to the table they had strapped me!
"Isn't that so very strange?"
"Filthy monkeys, what diseased animals!"
I screamed, when they pulled it out-what it was that was so incredibly strange. Night crawlers! Burrowed in my back, and nesting in my spine! I was right. All this time!
Vegeta looks back, his fluorescent red eyes, glowing, as the white spotlight washes over him, casting a black shadow onto Bulma. She takes a hesitant step back, blue orbs illuminated like crystal balls, laced with lashes. Vegeta's mouth of sharp teeth, gnashes. He's drenched, the red mark on his neck, throbbing, as he takes another step. There is a loud thud, as the sprinkler system shuts down, and red water lit up by the warning lights drizzles down, white sparks buzzing from outlets, as his foot makes a splash.
Shadow hunters, they stalked my bedroom at night. Watching through red eerie lights, their sweet curdled breath, hot fur, tickling me. I closed the door to keep out any more, but the blood cloaks followed me. Their red palmed hands wrap around my face, suffocating me.Mother, don't you love me?
"Sweetie?" Bulma whispers huskily, reaching her hands out, black latex gloves, shiny.
Father, brushed back my bloody bangs from my brow and kissed me. My wound, inflicted by my own mother. Black dress, her hands reaching out, tilting her pale neck as she begged me.
"Vegeta? It's me... " Bulma said shakily, as he took another step, and huffed, moisture coming off him in puffs of steam, the whites of his eyes starkly lit, as the warning lights at last were hit. Switches flicking down on an automated timer.
Darkness. I smell her. Heat coming off a small, fragile body. Wetness bringing out her essence. The ache curls up in my lower back, where the bloody gnat's teeth had dug. Worm blood. Too putrid for even a mother to love.
"Sweetie... It's wet. And I'm cold. We should get you back to bed." She whispered, and Vegeta answered her with a guttural purr, his primal blood brought out by the fluorescent light, like cool moonlight on ocean blue tresses, whirling vixens in royal blue dresses. She quivered in the dark, as the slow, flickering light of sparks rained down, liquid lightning.
"It's not safe for me, here... Every surface is a hazard. I could be electrocuted," Bulma gulped, as she watched the grainy shadows, her eyes squinting hard to make out what was moving. She quivered, her cold clothes crumpled and slick to her skin as he whispered.
"Since that night, I've been...afraid to bite." Vegeta whispered, and heat suddenly surrounded her.
"Even though my spinal surgery was a success, what they pulled out was a disgusting... mess of putrid worms...I didn't think I could bring myself to... to sink my teeth in your flesh." His hot hands clutched her hips, and she jolted, feeling a dull aching pain in her lower back, as the unmarked mating spot glowed crimson red.
"What mess? Vegeta?" Bulma gasped, clutching him back.
"Back when... I was still trapped underneath Frieza's claws. I was just a boy, when on a strange planet, a parasite bit it's way into my back, and burrowed all the way up into my neck, leaving an egg sac. I was infected. The secretion that the nest rested in, was mental poison. It caused delirium, paranoia, delusions of grandeur." He shuddered, leaning his mouth into the hollow of her neck as he panted.
"The infection made wreckage on my prepubescent body, stunted my growth. Because I was nothing more than a worthless 'purge monkey', I went weeks and weeks like that. Every night I had sleep attacks. It sucked my blood, and fed on it until I was so weak I could barely roll out of bed. That thing... It got into my head." He muttered, his body quivering, blood pulsing in his fingertips so quickly they felt like they were vibrating against the small of her back.
Bulma sighed softly, as she backed up onto a slick metal table, still wet, cool. Vegeta followed, pressing his hips between her white legs, stark in the darkness.
"It sounds so terrible... how horrible that must have been... And would you say, you still feel that phantom pain today?" Bulma's voice curled low, as she breathed down his bandages, her cool brow resting on his chest.
"...Yes. When I'm at rest, when I'm fighting. My back will never be the same. It caused horrible growing pains... No wonder I couldn't have been... more like,"
"Shh, let's not think too much about what could have been, or what happened..." She said, reaching up tentatively, her small hands searching for his face in the dark. Vegeta sighed and pushed his face into the cradle of her hands, gently nuzzling with a thick grumbling sound rolling from his sternum.
"You like me.. just the way I am? What if I could have been a taller man, a 'nicer' man?" He softly sneered, and her nose crinkled up as she thought the description reminded her of Goku, and disliked to think of him that way.
"No, silly. When did you get so goofy?" She giggled softly, and he grumbled in response, bumping his hips into hers. "When you bewitched me," He chuckled, "Ever since that dark night, when you first vexed me with your tight red skirt, and that heavy fruity smell, and you let me; the wolf lick the sweetness from your cupped little hand..." He rasped, sultry words dripping from his lips as Bulma's lashes fluttered, closing her eyes as he took her chin in his hand, lightly brushing his nose with hers. "Then you sniffed me," She said in a tiny voice, and squealed as he surged forth and chuckled, seizing her by the hips and squeezing them at the tantalizing memory.
"Yes, I remember your vulgar smell, how could I forget, the silly woman who became so highly aroused just from being licked," Bulma smirked, tilting her head back, and lowering her shoulders, allowing her lab coat to slip off them. Vegeta's pupils widened as he took in the sight of the tiny blue velvet tank top that barely kept her plush breasts from spilling out, and the red silk skirt, same as that night. "Undress me," She whispered, and he snickered, pulling away. Bulma's knees knocked together, frightened as his shadow was lost once again to the darkness.
"Is it that easy to make demands, princess?"
Light! Sparks splash down in the dark.
"Catch me." He chuckled, and was gone. Bulma shivered, her eyes wide, searching. She stood, shakily, her ankles feeling as weak as a newborn calves, as she hesitantly took one step forward, into a shimmering puddle, with her suede blue heel. She allowed her lab coat to fall to the floor, wrapping her hands around her goose-fleshed arms.
Stepped forth once more; her adrenaline pumping through her body and making it quiver with excitement, danger. Her eyes were wide, searching the dark shadows of the lab. She walked slowly, carefully over the fallen chords, avoiding the puddles, and stepping on the dry patches, her black latex glove sliding down a shiny metal countertop. She gripped it, and swung her legs up onto it, her heels clicking as she landed there, to safety. She paused, watching the darkness, honing in to all the tiny sounds around her. The hiss of steam from hot machines, the dripping of water being quickly evaporated away, as the lab protocol switched into order, shutting down all electrical systems, and blowing hot air through the facility to dry out what machines could be saved. Then, she felt it. A gentle buzzing in the back of her skull.
Come find me, Bulma. I'm waiting... Vegeta seethed teasingly into her mind, in a seductive voice that sent warmth flooding through her, jolts shooting down her firm thighs, and tingling there, as she carefully moved one delicately arched foot before the other, and turned her head side to side, mentally scoping out the entire lab from memory.
The mark on her back glowed bright crimson, and made his light in return, from where he reclined, relaxed in an old model plane, his wet clothes hanging off the door as he swiped his tongue across his lips in the dark. The pain still burned in his veins, but it was mixing delightfully with his desire, burning so hot to the point that it did not irritate him as badly as before, as he rested one hand on his abdomen, barely able to keep himself from stroking his exposed erection, resting against his abdomen, as he grinned; hoping that she would like what she saw.
Bulma inhaled, and made a heavy sigh with her annoyance, hopping down from the long counter, and into the vehicle lot, where many old models of hers sat, collecting dust like a museum of all her adventures long past. Bulma. He whispered in a laughing tone, and she whirled around quickly, her heart racing. She turned quickly, feeling her legs slipping together with her anxious arousal, her breath coming in hard and heavy as she felt as if she were chasing him, and would never find him.
"Vegeta!" She wailed, growing desperate.
"I'm right here, woman." He purred, and pulled her into the old hover plane. The hatch door slammed shut behind them, and she gasped as he pulled her up into his lap, and she felt the hotness of his flesh against hers.
"You bastard," She sneered playfully, then moaned as he snatched her up against him, and kissed her, his fingers buried in the fine materials she wore, as she quickly grabbed for his shoulders, gripping them for support as she rocked herself up against him and growled into his lips. Vegeta pulled back, smirking at her frustrated sounds, they paused to pant, foreheads pressed to one another as they stared into half-lidded eyes.
Vegeta pushed her shirt up, feeling the soft skin of her back and stroking it, where the red circle just tucked into the hem of her skirt glowed at the junction of hip and back, in the divots of her voluptuous backside. His breath shuddered as he felt there, squeezing his eyes shut; not wanting to inflict that same kind of haunting pain onto her. Bulma noticed his tension, and looked up, taking his face in her hands, and pressing her lips onto his forehead firmly. Vegeta shivered. She felt the shivering in his body, and wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him tightly, she pulled back, and looked down, seeing his pupils that had grown large and reflective in the dim light, as moisture pooled there but refused to rush forth.
"Honey, what's wrong?" She whispered, tracing her fingernails down his throat, he visibly gasped, baring his throat to her. Bulma saw the glowing anomaly there, and felt terrible for inflicting that type of pain on him, she leaned forward, and kissed it tenderly, making him sigh with relief, as her tender kisses soothed the ache. Bulma pulled back, seeing how it had now calmed down into a shining pink ring of teeth marks. Vegeta smiled up at her, visibly relieved, his eyes half lidded as she looked on in surprise.
He moved closer, and kissed her neck like she had, stroking his hands up her back, and pulling away her shirt, his hands overflowing with her pale breasts as he gently worked them in his hands, staring down at her as he did. Bulma got onto her knees, and he pulled the zipper of her silk skirt down, and removed it, leaving a gauzy pair of dark blue panties like a second skin. Vegeta pushed her into the bench seat of the hover plane, making her gasp, as he buried his face into the panties that barely concealed the shape of her to him, and sucked the wet fabric in between his teeth, tearing them away easily as she giggled; stripped of the thin underwear, as he smirked, and spat them out onto the floor, then returned to the crook of her legs, and swiped his tongue up her cleft.
Bulma shuddered, placing one heel on his shoulder, as he held her by her backside, and pulled her body up to his face, dragging his tongue up her center, achingly slow, then dipped it inward, and tickled her tender bud with the tip of his tongue. Bulma moaned heavily, and gripped his hair by the roots, pulling him deeper as he continued the delicate dance of his hot tongue on her delicate warmth, sucking her sweetness in his mouth and drawing her blood through the tiny bundle of blood vessels, making her head toss back, squeezing his skull between her powerful thighs as he continued his torture, before releasing her from his mouth, and kissing her there gently, nuzzling his nose into the sweet warmth of ocean blue curls as her purred his lips around her.
"I can't take it anymore!" She gasped, and pushed him back, watching as he licked his lips, his eyes looking wild for that split second as she challenged him, dragging her palms down his stomach, sweetly stroking down his bandages, and attending to his aching erection standing out, and straining towards her as she brought her lips to his tip, and licked, making him jerk his hips with tension. Bulma's eyes widened as she stroked around his groin, feeling the thick black hair that wasn't there before, and looking up at him with a look of puzzlement.
Vegeta simply smirked down smugly at her, clearly waiting for her to do whatever she wanted with him. He stroked one hand down the back of her short hair, then took a sharp intake of breath, as she quickly sunk him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around him. His knees buckled from the sudden change in temperature, the heat of her tenderly suctioning mouth making him growl, wanting to push her away for fear he would give in too soon, but Bulma came back quickly, her head bobbing naughtily as he closed his eyes and stroked her hair, biting his moans back by sinking his teeth in his lip.
"Bulma," He groaned, and she released him, backing away quickly and wiping her mouth, her devious eyes sparkling up at him from over her arm. Vegeta surged forward, pushing her down into the cushion, and grabbing her legs, wrapping them forcefully around himself as he thrust into her passionately. Bulma gasped, her breath lost, and frantically grabbed for his shoulders, her nails gripping for support, as Vegeta began to move against her just as forcefully, wet flesh slick with their saliva; making a erotic kiss with her nether lips sheathing all around him. Vegeta smirked, watching her pleased face, knowing that was exactly what his woman was daring him to do with her devilish gestures; coaxing him into taking her body without too much delicacy, mounting her roughly like the wild vixen he knew her to be.
Bulma cried, "Oh, Kami!" her legs flailing, as he moved them back around him, growling at her outburst, he flipped her around and slapped her backside hard, so hard that she growled back at him, after moaning. "Vegeta!" She cried, and he snickered, pushing back into her.
"That's right, I'm the one fucking you, not Kami," He chuckled, and she growled into the cushion, "Then just shut up and fuck me!" She said back with just as much attitude, which may come back to bite her in the back, as she quickly realized, gripping the seat and burying her face into it as Vegeta unleashed his passion onto her, his thumb reaching up once again to stroke the little circle shining for him, as he watched himself disappear into her body, flexing his abdomen as he stroked circles on her beautiful bottom, pulsing into her in a fervor, hips snapping, tail lashing, gritting his teeth as each push of his hips pulled him into her further, until he was buried in her. Bulma whimpered, feeling helpless as each grinding of his hips against her softness brought her closer to her climax, feeling the stroking, full sensation of him inside of her was almost enough to make her forget her own name.
"Bulma," Vegeta groaned, panting, then crawling over her, and pulling her hair back to see her face, as he thrust deeper into her, and kissed her throat as he moved slowly, his tail curling and making lazy coils with his pleasure, as he tilted his head back and sighed, eyes rolling back into his skull.
Bulma bucked her hips back onto him, coming up for air, he carried her back onto the other bench seat, and sat down, her facing away, as he brought her down onto his lap. Bulma gasped, sliding down his girth with her surprise, as he spread his legs and arched his hips up to hers, their slick joining exposed for all to see in the dark vehicle, the windows steamed up until they were dripping with condensation.
"Ohh!" Bulma panted, bracing her hands on his legs, as she wriggled herself down onto him, he tossed his head back and moaned passionately through his teeth, unable to contain his pleasure as Bulma took advantage of her position and rode him to her heart's desire, her breasts bouncing with every jerk of their bodies.
Vegeta squeezed her hips, and pulled her up, forcing himself up higher, he took control as she gasped and yelped, her eyes squeezed shut as she gripped his arms for balance, feeling every inch of her was full of his girth, as his thrusts became more intensely felt with each clash of their hips, she felt the bundle of nerves in her sparking with each clash, her head lolling to the side, as he licked and kissed her neck, nibbling there in preparation for when he would have to truly mark her.
Bulma's vision grew hazy as her body grew slack, waves of ecstasy crashing through her, as she heard Vegeta's rough groans in her ear, she whimpered, and clenched her body tight around him. He pulled her down firmly, and sunk into her fully as their bodies shook with climax, Bulma sighed as she felt the warmth flood out, gasping when Vegeta refused to let her go as he jerked his hips, unlike before when he had moved away as quickly as possible.
She whimpered, begging for him not to leave her. Vegeta heard her cry, and turned her face quickly with his hand to kiss her, staring into her eyes, as his eyelids fluttered.
"Bulma, it's...time now. " He whispered, then laid her down gently on the seat, pulling away from her carefully with shaking legs. She lifted her head, her eyes sleepy as she stared back at him in wonder.
Vegeta traced his fingertips up her legs, then cupped her bottom, caressing her, as he kissed up her round flesh, and licked the little mark there. Bulma's body spasmed unexpectedly, she moaned, feeling herself throbbing once again with pleasure as Vegeta's tongue slowly licked the strange spot. He sensed her arousal, and spread her legs to dip his fingers into her warmth, his own essence covering them as she shifted back onto his knuckles.
"Good girl," He purred, and kissed the mark. Bulma's body jolted like she was electrified, heat rushing through her as his fingers began to work her back up until she was crying out in pleasure, staring back at him, and pleading with her eyes for him to soothe her needs. Vegeta purred into the spot, and his mouth burst with flavors, he sucked the spot and tasted the ripe flavor of strawberries, and ripe Xenoba fruits, luscious like her cherry lip gloss lips, it tasted so delicious he didn't even remember why he was so afraid to bite her before, he bit into her backside eagerly as she screamed out with her climax, pushing back onto his curling fingers until she came around his hand. Vegeta felt a jolt throughout his body at the same time, his eyes widened as he felt what she felt, and his hips quivered, remnants of his climax still pulsing out as he rested his face on her backside, panting, his tail twitching, arched up from his pale backside. Bulma laid her head down on the cushion, closing her eyes, as her body's tension had all been unwound, her pleasure reaching out to bounds she had never known existed before.
They rested quietly in the afterglow, as Vegeta gently crawled up to lay behind her, and kissed her cheek. Bulma smiled, half asleep, and snuggled into his arms closer, feeling warm and comfortable, with his tail slowly coming around to curl around her waist protectively.
"Mmm," She sighed contentedly, and stroked his tail on her belly, feeling the soft warm fur, as Vegeta reached his arm around and held her tightly, kissing her ear, and nuzzling his nose into his throat.
"I don't know what I would do without you," He murmured softly, and Bulma giggled, "I'd be awfully lonely without you,"
"Hn. Too lonesome, you need me woman, admit it." He rasped, licking her neck just barely. Bulma shrugged her shoulders and turned her face back, kissing his nose, making him flinch back.
"I admit, I need you. I want you so bad I'll go crazy," She teased, feeding his ego playfully. "Go to sleep, crazy woman." He grumbled, and closed his eyes, Bulma following suit. "Goodnight," She said sleepily, and yawned, blinking tiredly. She turned back to peer at Vegeta, and saw that he had fallen fast asleep, his face buried in her hair. She giggled softly, then turned her head, and did the same, falling into a long slumber, of shared dreams, happy memories, and hopes to come.