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Chapter Twenty

Surrender

Bulma waited for Vegeta's return in the safety of her quarters, anticipation and dread drumming inside of her. She felt him before she saw him, a crackling in the air heralding his arrival. His aura was snapping and seething, standing the small hairs on the back of her neck on end.

He burst through the door in a rage, sweeping her off her feet and pinning her to the far wall effortlessly. His feral eyes were alive with self doubt and despair. He scowled darkly down at her, his full lips compressed into a straight line.

"What have you done to me? First you cage my body, and now you have ensnared my mind."

He pressed closer, his lean body sinking into her softer one. His greater weight trapped her fully, giving her no chance to struggle.

"I can't escape you," he whispered into her ear.

Bulma placed her hands against his solid chest. An empty gesture meant to defend herself, but the feel of his rapid heartbeat under her palm was the real enticement. With every thud, she felt more connected to Vegeta. She saw him as a man, not as a monster.

"Did you kill him?" Her whispered question lingered between them. It was an invisible wall that would not be breached, but it could be circumvented.

"Perhaps if I kill you instead, I will be free," he growled as he wrapped his strong, battle-scarred hand around her slender neck. She leaned her head back against the steel wall, exposing her throat in surrender, her breathing rapid and shallow.

His reply, though deadly, warmed her heart. It was like the lighting of a candle in the deepest night. She saw beyond the threat to what he was trying to hide. He had not killed the man, and for that she would pay. She wasn't afraid though. Her life was already forfeit to Vegeta, but in return she would claim something of his. A small piece of his reawakened soul.

"If you kill me, you will only be alone."

Vegeta glared down at her, bitterness welling up inside of him at the sight of her calm features. He hated her and yet he lusted after her. He wanted to touch her, to taste her, to absorb her until she was apart of him. His desire for her was like an itch under his skin. He couldn't quite reach it, but it tormented him day and night.

"Maybe if I take you, I can be free of this obsession."

His other hand glided down her ribs and over her round hip to grasp the underside of her thigh. His touch was gentler than it had been before, darkly sensual and arousing. He watched her pulse flutter, and he felt a spark of victory that he could affect her so, especially after their last encounter. He pulled her leg up to wrap around his waist, his tail curling around her knee to hold her in place.

"Maybe I can break the spell you cast, witch."

His voice was rough with passion, almost desperate. He thrust his groin into hers, sliding his hard length against her softness. Bulma arched into him, inviting his masterful intrusion to her space. The fear that she had felt for him had been fleeting. She knew now that if hadn't taken her by force in the control room then he never would.

She wanted him with a desperation she had never felt before. Sometime between fearing him and fearing for him she had fallen into lust with him. Perhaps if she looked into the darkest part of her heart, she might find something more than just animal attraction, but she wasn't ready to admit that just yet. She finally gave into the longings of her body and forsook the murmurings of her conscious. A part of her knew it was wrong to be so willing to be touched by the man who would have murdered her world, a man who vowed to take her life with his bare hands, but she couldn't deny herself any longer.

She looked up at him with large trusting eyes, spearing him through his long dead heart.

"You don't have to take me Vegeta. I will give myself freely in return for a promise." Her voice wrapped its way around him, binding him to her, coaxing him to give her anything.

"A promise that I won't kill you?" he snarled.

He was unable to meet her gaze so he buried his face in to the crook of her neck inhaling her scent deeply. He didn't want her to see the doubt in his eyes. As a boy he had been given everything, but as a man he had to fight for the smallest shred of dignity. To survive, he had committed atrocities that had condemned his soul to the deepest pits of hell. He knew that he could perform the vilest of acts without remorse, but for split second he couldn't imagine wrapping his hands around her neck and callously watching her special spark of life that warmed his cold soul dim and die.

"No. A promise that you will allow yourself to feel happiness while making love to me."

Vegeta felt something raw and powerful rip down his spine at her words. It wound its way around his heart, breathing life into it once again. His tail tightened on her thigh, pulling her deeper into his embrace, and his already pulsing erection stiffened painfully.

"I fuck; I do not make love," he protested, desperately trying to ignore the warm feeling that was spreading through his chest.

"You fuck space trash, Vegeta," Bulma hissed, and then she leaned close, whispering into his ear, while running her nails down the curve of his back.

"Make love to me."

Vegeta growled deep in the back of his throat. A raw, hungry sound, full of wanting and need. His hot mouth latched on to her neck, his wet tongue sliding possessively over her pulse. He could feel her heartbeat on his tongue, and he felt a rush of pride. Her life belonged to him. Her heart beat because he allowed it. He owned her, yet he couldn't get over the lingering sense of unease that he had traded something far more valuable in return.

Bulma wound her arms around Vegeta's neck, thrusting her fingers into his thick hair. Her head fell back against the wall, her lips curling into a secretive smile. Her sapphire eyes sparkled in the starlight that streamed through the porthole above Vegeta's head as he ravaged her neck. He may own her body, but she was so much closer to owning his heart.

This has been cut due to fanfiction guidlines.

Vegeta pillowed his head on Bulma's soft breast, listening as her heart beat slowed. His tail flicked contently around her thighs as he enjoyed the feel of her fingertips tracing his spine.

Bulma smiled as she cradled Vegeta's body in hers. She felt happiness well up inside of her until she thought she must be glowing from the inside out. Vegeta's weight began to press down on her and she shifted subtly. Her eyes widened when she felt Vegeta stir inside of her, his spent shaft thickening.

Vegeta raised his head, smiling down at her with a self satisfied smirk that she couldn't help but to return. He rolled away, easily pulling her with him so she landed on his solid chest. He moved fluidly, keeping himself wedged tightly inside of her.

She looked own at him, stunned at the change in his appearance. His face had softened around the edges, his lips were fuller, and the lines of worry on his brow less deep. She absently traced her fingers along the curve of his jaw, drinking in the sight of him.

"Are you happy?"

Vegeta's eyes darkened at her question. The look she was giving him made him uncomfortable. It almost seemed like she was seeing a whole new person. In a way he liked it. It made him feel like he could become someone different, someone better.

Deep inside he could feel a foreign warmth where before there had only been coldness. For a moment he thought that it must be happiness because he had never felt it before, but he pushed it ruthlessly away. He knew better than to indulge in such a thing.

He opened his mouth, but her trusting gaze stalled the lie forming in his throat. Instead of a vehement denial passing by his lips, a mortifying truth escaped.

"Maybe."

Bulma smiled down at him, her teal hair framing her face and shining like a halo around her head. She leaned forward capturing his lips in a soft kiss that burned his withered soul.