Endless green

In less than twenty-four hours they would arrive on Namek. And then everything would be different again. Everything would change again.

Pressing his forehead against hers, Bulma let out a long sigh. Sweat was the only thing between them at this moment. Her heart was racing. Lightly touching his chest with her fingertips.
Hearing him take a deep breath before ravishing her neck again, Bulma closed her eyes in delight. Marveled at how the simple sensation could make her entire body go weak, she tried her best to follow his pace.

It was as if her body gravitated to his. And his possessive nature greedily welcomed her.

In a daze, her mind wondered for a moment if this feeling was normal.

Her skin seemed to be highly sensitive to his touch. And no matter how much she tried, she felt like she couldn't evoke the exact same feeling in him. Her hands simply did not possess whatever type of power it was he unleashed so excessively on her skin.
Not that she could ever experiment much as he'd always take charge. And her weak mind and body completely surrendered whenever he did…

She hated admitting this; but she lost control each and every single time they were together. It was a fight she was willing to lose. An effortless sacrifice. Surrendering to the inevitable.

'It's no good when you're thinking, woman.'

His breath tickled her ear, making her unwillingly moan. Moving off her, his hand wandered over her curves while his mouth found hers. Trembling at the idea that it was long from over, she pushed her body to his while he buried his hand between her legs again. Letting out a gasp, she felt his mouth smirk against her lips before taking her mouth again. His tongue was possessive. Every touch was possessive.

'V-Vegeta…'
'Hm..?'
'This isn't normal…'
'What isn't?'
'This.'

Again she felt him smirk against her lips and when she opened her eyes and when looking into his she saw a mix of lust, triumph and the devilry she knew all too well.
Instead of answering her, his mouth wandered off to kiss her neck again, over her collarbone and ending on her breast. Whining in response, Bulma couldn't find the words to speak at first. His fingers continued, making her come closer with each thrust. But his pace was too slow to send her over the edge. She loathed him for being so torturous with her.
Every hiss and plea got ignored, thus not letting her get one bit of control.
His tail would wrap itself possessively around her body; be it around her thigh, her waist or even her wrist.

Eventually his mouth traveled back to hers, giving her a rough kiss and adding a bit more pressure when rubbing. Another gasp escaped her lips and the words dried up in her throat when she felt a familiar wave of pleasure come over her. With a vigorousness he let her feel the boundaries of what was to come only to stop abruptly.

'What isn't normal, woman? Tell me,' he whispered in her ear. His tone was low. She was certain he was aware of the effect he had on her, but he wanted her to say the words out loud. And like always, she submitted to his request.
'Your touch,' she simply breathed out.
Again, she felt him smirk. When teasing her, she pleaded for him to either stop or finish it. Hearing her say please always gifted his face with a look of pure victory. He continued on, she arched her back, squeezed her legs around his hand and let out a loud moan when her climax finally hit her.

Hearing her heart echo in her ears, her vision was at first blurry and it took her a second to figure out he was again teasing her body, his mouth back on her breast, his now wet hand touch her other breast. At first, she had blushed at these actions but now it would only fill her further with lust. He could make her enjoy things she used to frown upon.

Hearing her make little sounds of pleasure, he halted his actions. His eyes shamelessly wandered over her body, followed by a look of approval. The blush on her cheeks only made her look more appealing to the eye in his opinion.

'You haven't really given me answer,' he said, acting as if he still didn't know what she was talking about.
Slowly opening her eyes again, Bulma repeated her words, 'Y-your touch.'
'What about it?' His devilish grin made her want to growl at him, not out of anger but just purely because he knew oh-so-well what she was talking about.
'H-how do you do that?' Throwing a question back instead of answering.
'You haven't figured it out after all this time?' He asked her while lazily placing kisses al over her upper body.
'You don't let me think,' she bit out.
'Ki,' he mumbled against her skin.
'Ki?' she echoed in surprise.
'Yes, Ki. I release a little bit of Ki when touching you. Your body is quite responsive to it,' he snickered, amused by how whiny she got whenever he did so.

'I don't think I'll ever be able to do the same for you,' Bulma said while her breath hitched when he pushed her legs open and placed himself between.
It wasn't that she wasn't able to turn him on or please him likewise, but she did feel that there was no way she could bring him to the same height without using that same power.
Pushing himself against her body, he let out a hollow laugh. His one hand traveled from her shoulder, over her breast, waist and eventually rested on her hip.
Again, he brought his mouth to her ear, clearly knowing that when his breath tickled her skin it was something she enjoyed.

Overly sensitive, she shuddered in reaction. Tucking her hair behind her ear when looking at her, he gave her another smirk.

'You know I like it when people tremble in my presence.'

Another kiss.

'And I do like controlling those who seem to be under the impression that they don't have to obey me.'
'I d-don't…'
'No?' he mockingly asked. 'I don't think you obey me quite so well when you are not underneath me, naked and completely wet.'
She winced at his vulgar language but let out a sigh when feeling him move and come inside of her. A sigh escaped his lips which only put her in a deeper daze of absolute pleasure.
'I mean,' she uttered while he slowly started to move, 'I don't disobey you.' Much.

Kissing her thoroughly, gloating his dominance over her, his hand nestled itself in her hair to keep her in place. His tail instinctively wrapping itself around the ankle that had moved up when he had entered her. Holding her entire body in place. He halted and gave her a look,

'Don't worry, my skin wouldn't react to it the same way yours does. Besides, I am very much enjoying myself.'

Pushing her deeper into the bed, Bulma tried to struggle, though not quite sure why she bothered to do so. She wanted this more than anything. He'd never let her make her own decisions. Not here. Not in this bed at least. That didn't mean however he didn't enjoy her trying to take back control.

Slowly opening her eyes, Bulma felt her entire body protest at the idea of moving. Her body ached, especially between her legs. Vegeta had devoured her. Completely worn her out.
'We'll be arriving on Namek in two hours,' he said.
Following his voice, she saw him standing at the door and noted he was wearing his usual uniform again. The crest of the royal line imprinted on the armor. A sign of the king returning.
Crossing his arms, he silently took in the silhouette of her body that was only half concealed with a sheet.

She wanted to move but her body wouldn't respond.

Noticing her tiredness, he first arrogantly smirked, reveling at his own work before pitying her. He walked over and slowly picked her up, wrapping the sheets around her naked body.

'What are you doing?' she drowsily asked.

Walking through the empty halls, Bulma was grateful no one was around to see this embarrassing scene. She let her head rest against his shoulder, holding on to him just a little longer. Soon this would all be over. Closing her eyes, she blocked out the thought. Imagining this life would continue and could even be everlasting.

After dwelling in darkness for so long, she had found comfort in his arms. And now, she wished for the darkness to last.

Seeing the regenerating tank come into sight, Bulma noted it wasn't a bad idea to spend the last hour in there as she would need some strength to face the next adventure on Namek.
Gently putting her inside, Vegeta gave her one more thorough kiss, almost losing himself in the process before parting. Bulma was still in some sort of daze and did not know if she was relieved or sadden by him not continuing.

'Rest for now, woman.'

'Already told you, my name is Bulma.'

She saw the corner of his mouth go up. For a moment she could've sworn she saw him give her a genuine smile. But like always, he didn't respond to the remark. Deep inside, she knew he'd never call her by her name. That would make things too personal…

Then her eyes fell shut and soon founding herself drift in a familiar darkness. Her body soon began to float, her hair tickled her skin and in this utter bliss, she found sleep again.

I'm flying…

Fluttering her eyes open, it took her a second to realize where she was. As the water drained, her body welcomed the coolness that followed. She felt energetic, strong and above all, ready to face what was coming. Her body was well rested, and her mind had clarity.

Getting out of the regenerating tank, she stretched herself out. Not caring about her own nakedness.
I feel so wonderful… I feel so alive.

The desperateness of the last few months had been washed away and her scars of fear had been healed. She felt like her old self again. Strong willed, cunning, confident…
Living with Vegeta had bring her some much-needed peace. Sleeping had become something wonderful again over the past weeks. She had felt safe from the madness of the universe in his arms. Something he had noticed and gloated about whenever he could.

Well, if you can't beat them, join them, woman… The memory of what happed after flashed before her eyes, making her realize that she had forgotten about him saying that the moment his lips had met hers.

The thought made her smile from ear to ear. Yes, he had been the start of this strange and terrifying journey but perhaps they were fated to meet, and this was the only way how. Great, now I'm making excuses for him…

Going to her room, she grabbed a blue jumpsuit, put on some black boots and combed her hair. When looking in the mirror, she recognized herself for the first time again. Her eyes were bright, cheeks healthy and rosy. Though she had the familiar glow she always got from the regenerating tank, she felt there was something else that made her look so radiant…

She felt happy.

The realization made her smile and then bite her lip in doubt.

How long am I going to fight this feeling…?

Her heart had spoken to her in her dreams.

If fate had brought them together then she needed to be here with him.

Aware that the life they had shared for this short amount of time was over, the idea of never being around him anymore had now become something unbearable.

This was the most important battle of his life and win or lose, she wanted to be with him.

With a smile, she turned around and went to search for the man she had somehow ended up falling for. Of course, she was aware he would never answer her feelings. Nor would he ever soften up by how she was feeling.
But sleeping with him, being so close to him in his most fragile state… These last few weeks of pure bliss. It had changed everything.

Because of her own loneliness she was able to recognize his. And yes, it had driven her into his arms.
And even though he was completely unaware of it, she had come to understand him much better. She was aware now that fear, hate and other emotions drove people mad.

Numerous times it had caused her to take it way too far.

So he, who had been driven mad by a tyrant that had crossed his path so long ago, felt a madness that was almost fatal. He needed to fight, not just to win, but to finally silence the many voices inside. To stop the madness for once and for all.

Bulma placed a hand on her now racing heart, the thought and revelations scaring her a little.
All she wanted now was for him to find some peace. Perhaps he'd allow her a place in his heart if she managed to be the cause of that.

Vegeta was unaware of it, but he had claimed a place in hers by simply ending her long torturous isolation. All he had to do was give in.

So why should she fight? Why not give in, like he had?

Because it can't be. Because it's wrong. Because now, it's over… We are on Namek. Here he'll fight Frieza. He'll bring back his people. He is the King of Saiyans. He's…

Stubbornly she shook her head, refusing to let doubt seep in again. No! I must not think like that! I refuse to be saddened or scared anymore! I want to hold on to this feeling!

Getting up from her chair, she decided to no longer dwell on her personal feelings. He wouldn't care about them anyway. None of it mattered at the moment either. First, they had to overcome this, they had to survive this insane mission.

Realizing they had already landed on Namek, Bulma figured Vegeta would not be waiting around for her to wake up. Understanding his way of thinking, she decided to go take a look outside. The air here would be fine for her according to the ship's data.

When she walked out of the ship, her body shivered in slight delight. She relished the sight and breathed in the fresh air. The cool breeze, the smell of grass, everything was just like on Earth. Maybe even a little bit better. Stretching out her arms to embrace the wind, she took a deep breath and took it all in. Freedom was once again hers. The thought made a genuine smile appear on her face.

The planet looked like an oasis of endless green. It was so quiet and peaceful. For now…
Her heart sped up at the idea of what was waiting ahead but placing her hand on her chest, she whispered for it to calm down.

Looking around for any sign of life, Bulma had to conclude she was still all by herself. No Namekian had come to see the new visitors. Her heart winced when thinking of Kakarot, and knowing he too was around and had perhaps already terrorized the Namekians so much they feared any newcomers.

With a sigh, she tried to figure out if she should stay put or leave and explore Namek by herself.
The latter was perhaps not the brightest idea when knowing there were plenty of enemies around to use her against Vegeta. And aside that, she had no idea if the Namekians were going to be as friendly as Kami.

Deciding to stay put until his return, Bulma turned back around. Looking at the ship, she gasped when seeing something odd on the side of it. Running closer to the weird obstacle attached to the ship, her eyes widened when seeing what it was.

A small pod of some sorts! Immediately she remembered she had seen it when departing planet Vegeta. But how…?

Unable to reach the smalls hip from the ground, Bulma ran back inside to reach it from the inside out.
The sight of the mysterious white pod felt like a bad omen. Whoever had leeched onto their ship was here now too! Which also meant this person could sent out current location! What if Frieza already knows…?!

Cursing Ilkm for installing such a bad detecting system, she first checked the system to see when exactly this could have happened. Only to then see it recognized the pod as part of its own system, which explains why she had missed it. The system had simply not reported it.

Realizing this was abnormal, she tried to think of an answer. Why did the ship not alert them of this?
Frowning at the weird turn of events, Bulma hastily got out of her chair and decided that the pod outside held all the answers.

Carefully getting through the hatch that led to the upper deck of the ship, Bulma tried to reach and get inside the pod. But noticing it was in an atypical place to reach, she had to get creative. Biting her lip, she got a rope to help.

Stupid Vegeta! Leaving me all by myself…

He could've easily flied her up trembling legs, she tried to reach the pod that was on the left side of the ship. Looking around, she immediately realized it was out of sight for the cameras to detect it. Meaning it had intentionally leeched itself onto this specific spot, knowing it would remain unnoticed by her or any other captain flying the ship.

As she moved, she noted she wouldn't be able to walk all the way over there without falling. Tightening her grip on the rope, she took a risk and as her feet slipped, she jumped off the ship and grabbed on to the pod.

The landing was a bit rough to say the least. Swallowing, she told herself to not look down while she tried to figure out how to open the door of the pod.

In a rather unhandy manner, she managed to open it up and get inside. It only occurred to her now, that there still could have been someone inside.

I'm such an idiot at times…

Trying not to overthink her hasty and reckless actions, Bulma immediately went to work. Pressing a few buttons, she noted this pod had not been made on planet Vegeta. The system was completely different.

Biting her lip, she tried to see if she could contact the last call the culprit had made.

…Cui?

Startled, Bulma didn't answer, hoping the man on the other side would tell her something more that the name of the man who had occupied this pod. Suddenly a screen popped up.
Jumping practically out of the chair, she pushed herself down and then quickly cut through the wire with a small cutter she had taken with her.
Almost letting a sigh escape, she pressed a hand to her mouth. …Cui, do you copy? The voice asked again. I can't make a connection…
She glanced at the cutter in her hand, I guess it was good thinking when I decided to take this with me in case the rope caused problems…

…Cui?!

Come, come on, you idiot! Tell me something more useful!

…I already told you, Frieza is on his way! Are you honestly fearing Vegeta this much?

Her eyes widened in shock and before she could think it through, she cut the wire of the connection as well. Realizing that this meant that the Saiyans were indeed dead, her heart sank.
Swallowing her fear, she tried to figure out if this pod could give her some more information to work with. It still didn't make any sense that this thing could attach itself so easily and without notice to their ship!

But suddenly the rope around her waist moved. A light pull at first but then a rougher one. Letting out a yelp as she was pulled towards the opening. Hitting her head against the pod, she let out loud scream. Whoever it was kept pulling, hurting her in the process. She wanted to cut herself lose but the cutter fumbled out of her hands onto the seat. As her fingertips almost reached out to touch it, she was pulled out of the pod with a great force.

'Stop it!' she screamed. The pulling abruptly stopped and she found herself suddenly dangling dangerously off the ship and completely at the mercy of whoever was on the other side of the rope.