Sorry for the long wait. A new chapter for you.
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Chapter 11
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Bulma blushed as she looked up to see Vegeta's gaze upon her. Sure, they'd just been in the pool together but now that he was in his human form again she felt suddenly shy. Everything seemed to be moving very fast. It took her months to finally open up to Yamcha, but with Vegeta it seemed like weeks. She was not ready for what this meant or how it was even going to work.
Of course, Goku made it work with Chi-Chi, so she knew it was possible; but if Vegeta actually left her and didn't come back she knew nothing would ever be the same. Bulma wrapped the towel tighter around herself before walking over to her dresser. She brushed her hair and as she did she tried to gain a little balance and calm herself.
"Woman, I feel you thinking." She heard the springs of her mattress give way and suddenly he was behind her in the mirror, his black eyes flashing teal before resetting. "There is no need to feel this nervous."
"How do you expect me to feel, Vegeta?" Bulma turned around in his arms. "This is going to take some time getting used to."
"Yes, I am aware. However, I will not leave you willingly." He gently eased her damp hair away from her eyes, pressing his forehead to hers. "I will always be with you."
He kissed her then, causing her to shudder, lose focus. Bulma drifted away into bliss as he lifted her in his arms. For such a hard man, he was surprisingly gentle and she let him take her away. She'd never felt like this before. They sunk into the mattress, a tangle of silk sheets and sweaty limbs. He caressed her body, heated her blood, made her feel like the only woman in existence.
For those moments, she felt that they would always be together. Vegeta was surprisingly quiet as he gazed upon her with teal eyes, his body slick with perspiration as he picked up the pace between them. As she passed the threshold, her body unable to take anymore, a breathless cry escaping her lips he followed after her, body quaking, and she felt the echo of his mind.
Before sleep claimed her she heard him whisper inside her head, "We are now one completely..."
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Vegeta grumbled as he walked on unstable legs to the door. He needed food and a swim to clear his head. Time was running out and Kakarot wasn't as far along in the training as he'd like him to be. Bulma was now an added complication. He wanted to wait until the battle had been won, Frieza buried beneath the cold ocean depths, Vegetasai a watery grave of respect for the fallen Mer.
Those plans were gliding further and further away. Vegeta felt his mate wake and the confusion of him being gone after their night of completing the bond. Staying in their bed meant he was not going to battle. At least, that's what he believed. Yes, there was a big issue of his home and he wasn't dead, so the effort still weighed heavy on his shoulders.
"Kakarot, the pool in twenty minutes." He grunted at the younger Mer before he left the kitchen. His earlier quest for food was then forgotten.
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Bulma sighed as she pushed her aqua curls away from her face. She'd never felt anything like that before. Yes, it was sex. Very hot and steamy sex, but the tone of it wasn't just bumping and grinding. It was more emotional, more internal, more defined. Another sigh escaped her lips as she got up from the twisted sheets and walked to the bathroom.
She could feel Vegeta and his frustrations, his anger, his need to finish what he started. An underlying determination to fulfill his destiny. Flashes of memories not her own crossed her vision, then. Blood, a cackling screech of laughter, and she screamed before dropping the bottle of soap in her hands.
Just as the images were there, they faded away and she was left on her knees in the shower; hands shaking. Thundering footsteps could be heard before the bathroom door sailed off it's hinges into the other side of the room, breaking the mirror. A wash of black flamed hair settled in her vision before she felt herself being hauled to her feet.
"Woman?"
"Vegeta?" Her voice quivered as the image passed before her eyes again. White clawed fingers, a purple, long, snake-like tongue licking the blood off of them. A mirthless cackle.
"Damnit … I knew this would happen." He shut off the water and pulled her into his arms and she felt his emotions as if they were her own. "I didn't want you to ever see these memories yet."
"What did he do?"
"You know he killed my father… "
"He ate him, didn't he?" The memories flashed again, a crack of bone, an arm being passed to a green creature beside him.
All Vegeta did was look down at his hands, a look of concentration on his face. The images disappeared, her breathing settled. "I apologize."
"For?"
"I wanted to wait, but it seemed the fates had decided."
"You never answered my question." Bulma looked down at her feet.
"Yes." He got up from the bed and walked out of the room. She didn't see him the rest of the day.