Halloweenie 2020 prompt entry for day 2.
My first ever entry into any prompt week. And first Omegaverse Vegebul fic.
I hope you enjoy my random thoughts spilled into a fic.
Smoked Paprika
For a moment she was transported back to the far away marketplace of her youth. Loud sounds of the crowds. The array of colours from the spices. As well as the exotic fruits and vegetables that made her eyes burst open wide, so she was able to take in all the visual information.
But this smell was unmistakable. Smoked Paprika. Her reality popped back just in time. He had smelt her too, their eyes bound together like a tightly woven link. Heart bouncing against her rib cage, her body pleaded for her to move. But she knew better.
If she, an omega, ran. The alpha would chase.
Pushing down her instincts while anxiety flooded her systems, she maneuvered through the crowd. Controlling her breathing as not to trigger him. She had yet to meet an alpha, she was shocked with her own ability to instantly recognise him and react. Built in survival instincts maybe?
Being in a village, a county even, full of beta's made him stand out like a blazing storm. Though, she was sure even if she was in a crowd of alpha's, she would have picked this one out. She felt a pang of his trace pressing into her back with such force, it was as if there were more than one. He would have found her amongst a crowd too it seemed. Ducking and trying to break his gaze. Her knowledge of this village was vastly superior to his. He had never been here before. She knew this for damn sure.
Bingo.
She felt his penetrating eyes fall off a cliff. Swiftly, she pulled her body into the tent beside her, grabbing a blanket that had kept the flies from the meat. It was putrid smelling, perfect. She made her way out the back of the tent. Following her way back around from where she had just come from. Easily slipping out of the market area between two stone buildings. Passing through a small inner village hobby farm, she bent down in the mud with a large, friendly pig. The large animal sniffed at her curiously as she grabbed handfuls of mud in her hand.
She painted her face like a warrior.
Heat discharged through the trees and cascaded over her bare skin. Midday was fast approaching. Her day had been hijacked by the alpha and his imperious chase. Despite that fact, she had managed to escape him. Hiding herself further into the rolling hillside. Now the contrast between the warmth of the sun's rays and the cool water splashing on her face kept her mind firmly in the present moment. The pigs' filth washed away down stream, along with her former trepidation.
But as the thoughts returned, so did the tightness in her chest.
Before her mother passed, she tried to warn her daughter of alpha's. They were something to be feared, often travelling in packs of young men. They would cause a lot of trouble for her if they were to find her, out here in this small beta village. Unbeknownst to them, the world of alpha and omega was secret and hidden.
But also, an alpha, a mate was something she needed to find. This was her blight as an omega. Her mother had assured Bulma that when she finally met alpha's, they would all want her, but she would only want one. How she would come to know who exactly her alpha was, had never been explained to her. Like a lost duck on a deserted pond, she was vulnerable and alone.
The alpha from this morning would not leave the village until he found her. What was she going to do?
Living in the nearby woods for a few nights was probably something she could accomplish and not risk injury. If she went back to the village, it could be a lot worse than some cold sleepless nights. Irritation made her hands curl into a fist. She cursed her omega self as she climbed her way out of the stream, heading toward the large grouping of old trees, still stinking of pig shit.
A silence drenched the wooded area in a thick, heavy blanket. Her instincts rose to a crescendo, raising her heart rate and pumping her body full of adrenaline. This time her hearing was the first sense to be activated.
Low pitched and in full tone, the howl rocked through the trees, bouncing off every surface and protruding into her, invading her. Was there more than one?
Then she smelt it.
"No…"
Smoked Paprika.
Her feet were pushing off from underneath her before her mind could catch up. Sprinting through the forest. She still stunk of meat and filth. But he had found her anyway. That trick wouldn't work again. She would have to outrun him, but running would…
"Fuck!" She cried out, tears of frustration and fear beginning to pool.
Running from an alpha was a bad idea, his scent intensified and hit the roof of her mouth, making her taste buds dance. Bringing her body alive, the small spots on her neck began to swell and pulse in anticipation. Oil building on her scent glands No doubt pushing out her own scent for him to follow more closely.
Deep trembling started in her body, sending her mind into a dizzy spin while making her knees and ankles weak. More hormones entered her system, being dumped ferociously with each passing second. Fear took over, enforcing its law on her body.
The terrain began to close in, making her speed decrease significantly. She was met with a rockface, one she would have to scale to escape. Her arm reached out, her hand gripped, her legs pushed. Further up the rocks moss and vines she surged. Suddenly, her peripherals picked up movement behind her, a dark flash and more potent scents. This time, smoked paprika was mixed with something else, it was pungent and earthy.
It was too late to react before his jacked arm wrapped around her waist from behind. Pulling her from the strong grip she had on the rocks. Her scream reached the top of her throat when she saw it.
A second body. Another set of arms swiping for her. Her eyes widened as she watched a second alpha miss her by millimetres. Fury plastered across his face, so savage it made all the air leave her lungs. Pressing her chest in painfully.
The muscular body curled around her and tuck in, rolling hard back down the incline. Hitting branches and rocks as it went. Small yelps escaped the alphas mouth. His scent enveloped her, the touch of his skin and the pressure from his hard body aroused the omega inside her awake. The familiar tightness and throbbing surged through her. She clenched her eyes shut with despair. Unable to stop it.
Her heat began.
In a skid and swoop, she was pushed behind him. His powerfully built body instantly took on a defensive stance. Protecting her from the dangerous, foul smelling alpha.
"Stay there little omega" He growled, turning his head slightly, his onyx eyes catching her deep blue gaze.
Smoked paprika was defending her?
The alpha from the market. He had followed her, or he had followed this other, more aggressive alpha. Strong pounding began at the junction between her legs, her muscles tensed and released a steady stream of slick that gushed and soaked her immediately.
Another powerful wave of his deliciously smoked and sweet scent hit her. She watched the protective alpha as his body tensed up, his fists balling. Growling softly his concentration swapped between her and the other circling armed alpha, then back to her again. Just the closeness of his body and scent made her pulse with need.
"Fuck!" He grunted. "The chase sent you into...oh shit"
Moaning, she was sure he could smell her heat, he couldn't keep his eyes from her. His body was betraying him in real time. Did he mean to protect her, or claim her as his own? But even now, his actions were contradictory to the little knowledge she had of alpha's.
"What's going on?" She breathed hard through the pulsing of her aching muscles.
The protective alpha's body straightened, like he had clawed back some resemblance of control. One last shudder was all it took. He slid a knife from his sleeve, holding it up in front of his face. He was in control.
"Just be quiet and don't move!" His head turned back toward the other alpha for the last time, his black spiked hair was as still as his tight body.
Bulma's eyes searched out for the other alpha. He was armed too. Taller, and beefier than the one that stood between them now. Like a dangerous beast, he towered over both of them. Could he win against a bigger alpha?
The area grew cold and silent once more. Thick with tension, the air sunk and sat dead around them. All it took to start was a twig snapping off in the distance. The two alpha's shot at each other, weapons tightly gripped, their powered-up legs pumping them toward the other at speed. The clash was loud and heavy, sending the taller aggressive one flying. Taking the opening, the short man landed a knee into his middle. The opposing alpha coughed out in a winded cry.
Just as the alpha, saturated in smoked paprika, plunged his arm down, the opposing alpha grabbed his wrist and bolted it dead in place. A second hand came up and constricted her rescuer around his windpipe. He scratched at the other alpha's arm. Trying anything he could to breathe again.
"NO!" She screamed before she could catch herself.
The aggressive alpha's attention was altered for a split second. A fatal mistake. Knocking the aggressive alphas grip from his throat, then subsequently from his attacking wrist. Smoked paprika stabbed multiple times into the taller man's chest. Blood sprayed and thickly covered his face. Bulma shook violently as her defender screamed and rampaged his blade into the dying body. A horrifying squelching and sickening gurgling filled the void around them.
The alpha's chest heaved as he tried to suck air into his lungs. His body slowly rose, he flicked the remaining blood from his weapon and arms. Hiding it away again into his clothes.
"W...What…" Bulma muttered. Her hands rattling in front of her.
His face turned, drenched in his enemies blood. His eyes still wild and alert from the fight, like someone else had taken over. Was he still in control?
"Omega… " He breathed hard as he began to stalk toward her. "Earlier in the market"
"I thought you were hunting me" Bulma squeaked.
"I was"
Shudders ran through her, she grabbed at her arms, trying to shield and protect herself. Wiggling as pain began to stream up her back into her brain stem. Her heat had truly begun, slick wetting her core further and sending her scent into the air like a noxious gas. One that sent the alpha insane.
"Your heat" He groaned long and hard. "I smelt it and almost lost control"
"I wasn't in heat yet in the market"
Slowly, he continued roving toward her crumpled mess of a body. Her eyes dropped and became hooded, along with the strokes of muscular pain flowing through her. She began panting, like there was not enough oxygen on earth to satisfy her need.
"Yes you were" His voice rumbled low. "I've never smelt anything like in my life! So sweet… Blueberries and vanilla. I knew little omega, so did your body. Than that fuck began following you too."
He stopped in front of her, eyes bearing down on her. Bulma, with the last of the energy she could muster, looked up to him.
"Who are you?"
"Vegeta"
Bulma swallowed hard. "Thank you, for saving me" Her body began altering her thoughts, pushing her towards mating with the alpha in front of her. Vegeta. Compelling him to take her. Knot her. Breed her. Take her for his own.
"I need…"
"No! No, you don't" He said, pain twisting his handsome features. "I will not, especially not here" His eyes twitched toward the dead body behind him.
The heat was so intense that her mind had pushed out the reality of her situation. Her traitorous body begging this alpha, who saved her life, to fuck her while a man lay dead not even ten metres away. Without any sympathy to her plight and on cue, again, a stream of slick left her thighs drenched. She watched him inhale deeply, trying to absorb all of her, closing his eyes in pure pleasure of her scent.
She let out a husky moan, clenching her eyes shut as tears rolled down her cheeks. His scent invading and manipulating her. Her pain, it wouldn't end until he took her. If she was safe at home, on her own, she could take care of her week long ordeal alone. But with him, standing here above her, excreting that purely delicious scent. Now she had smelt this alpha, only his knot would do. There was no way her omega was going to let her body move until he knotted her.
"I will get you home, there were more alpha's on the road, you're still in danger"
Fluttering open, she gazed up at him.
"What would have happened to me?"
She watched as his eyebrow raised. "Is this the first run in you have had with an alpha…?" He gestured with his eyes at her name.
"I..I'm Bulma." Gingerly she bit at her fingers. "And yes, you were the first alpha I have ever smelt"
"Bulma" His coarse, deep voice hummed her name "You've never been told?"
"My mother died when I was young, my father before I was born. She didn't, she couldn't explain everything to me"
"You're in real danger, he would have fucked you until he killed you"
"And you won't?"
He snorted and looked away from her, crossing his arms. "I'm of a higher birth than that scum. I can control myself" His eyes skipped back to hers. "I would never let my rut kill an omega"
Her mouth and voice leaked out before she could stop it. "Will you knot me?"
A rumbling in his throat erupted, he bared his teeth and snarled at her. Seemingly taking it as an insult rather than her begging him. She decided his offence was a less embarrassing reaction for her, than to admit she had just begged a stranger to fuck her.
"I can control myself" He repeated, but his eyes told a different story. Searching her body, drinking her all in. It was obvious that he wanted to. "Is your house safe?"
Did he know of her protection? She bit down on her bottom lip. 'Yes"
"Then I will take you there, and you can ride out this heat on your own"
"Why did you save me? Why do this?"
For a moment he didn't move at all, silently facial features tensed and eased in seconds, as if he had come to a decision. Looking back at her, Vegeta held out his blood stained hand to her, his eyes begging her to stand up and move.
"Because those low-life scum deserve to be slaughtered."
He wouldn't have control for much longer.
"Their impulsive, disrespectful actions could out us all to the beta"
Like a rush of warmth on a summers day, realisation swarmed her mind. She guessed she now probably understood his actions.
"You've been following them?"
Her control was all but lost. If he touched her further she would begin begging him again, but with a higher intensity. Was this what her mother spoke of?
Hand trembled as she stretched out for his grip. This heat was only going to escalate, would he still be able to continue to deny her? Stuck between wanting him to continue to rebuke her, and take her in the dirt, she finally came to a decision.
He met her touch with a strong hand, his skin setting her into a blaze. Intoxicating all the senses, a stimulating wave drove through her. Her body and mind agreed, during one of the most consuming heats she had ever felt, he was the one. Her alpha. She sensed he felt the bond between them too.
A smirk flashed across his handsome face.
"Clever omega"
