Hey everyone! So there is another quick LEMON in this chapter! I couldn't help myself. I feel like I need to develop the characters a little better. I don't remember what I was thinking when I first started writing this story, but I want to finish it off with a great ending. I know I'm still a little rusty. When I look back at what I wrote before, I am shocked at how good I was back then. I'm trying to get back in the writing mode for all you guys out there who love reading a good story! By the way, this is the first story that I've actually written a lemon. Before this, I've never written anything like this. I hope I do you proud! Please review if you have time, if not, then just enjoy reading this story! :)
The Aftermath
For the next couple of days Bulma wandered the palace aimlessly. She would just walk until her feet hurt. And the Prince was as rude as ever. He wouldn't look at her. And he stopped kissing her on the forehead, every morning. She wanted to leave this planet immediately, but where would she go? She couldn't possibly go back to her home planet. Not after knowing that her father and mother betrayed her.
She thought something was up, when they parted, and her mother and father were so cold to her. Now more than often she would walk to the edge of Tanbasin Cliff which was located fairly close to the palace, and stare down at the icy water below the cliff.
And on more than one occasion she would fall asleep only to sleep a dream filled nightmare. But she knew it was not her that was dreaming, she knew it was Vegeta. She would see herself on the ground with a pool of blood, from his point of view, and she would see him rushing her away.
She could see the blood so clearly on his hands, as he tried to wash it off, only to brace his hands on both sides of the sink, almost crushing it as he cursed the universe for his turn of luck.
She was awake to hear Vegeta screaming in their bed. And she would curl up in a ball trying to ignore his cries.
She was in what the doctor called post traumatic depression. He had told Vegeta to keep an eye on her for the next couple of weeks, saying that she might do something to harm herself. And he did kept a good eye on her.
But there were sometimes when she would tell the guards that she was going to go on a quick walk, and she would beg them to not follow her, and they agreed. Which she knew Vegeta would not be happy about. But honestly? A woman needs some private time for herself sometimes you know?
She would sit by that cliff until she felt the yearning to go back to the palace. And sometimes she would stare down into the dark ocean, wondering what were to happen if she jumped. And ended her life. But then the more she thought about it, she realized that she was too important to jump that cliff.
If her father had found out that his only daughter was no longer alive, he might just attack the Saiyans. And even though the battle would be quick because the Saiyans would overcome her people fairly quickly, she knew in her heart she could never let that happen. She would never wage a war between her people and his. Even though the more she stayed here, she wanted to die. Because a little piece of her died everyday.
She buried her head in her arms that were wrapped around her legs. She breathed in the fresh air. It was as fresh as her planet. And the smells that came with this planet were different but not unpleasant.
She sat there until the green sun started to set, and she signed quickly, picking up her dress, and leaving the cliff as quickly as she could. Dinner was around the corner, and she knew that Vegeta would be waiting for her in their room.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Vegeta screamed, pulling at his hair. The Ice-Jins were getting closer and closer. They had advanced technologies that allowed them to warp into a different form, that was stronger than their regular forms.
Vegeta stalked the halls until he came across the hall of legends. He looked up at the tapestries that were aligned on the walls. It was said that there was a powerful Saiyan, who in a tactful battle against one of their enemies became a super Saiyan. And his hair glowed golden, and he was so powerful that he defeated all his enemies in one swift movement. The tapestries showed a man who was so extraordinary that he defeated all their enemies with one huge ball of fire.
But the fact was that there wasn't anyone on their forsaken planet who could actually turn into a super Saiyan. It was a legend, and the first man to actually turn into a super Saiyan was said to have lived a thousand years ago. And Vegeta wasn't sure if it were still possible. He had trained all his life to gain complete control of his body, and to achieve a battle harden body. But even he could not achieve that one golden moment of turning into the most powerful being in the universe.
He slammed his hand against the wall, cursing as he crushed the wall a little, and a couple of rocks fell from the wall.
He wanted to be the ultimate and strongest person in the universe. But it seemed as if he could only wish it, he might never become it. And if he couldn't become the most powerful person in the universe, then he doomed his planet to exile.
Bulma quickly walked to their room. She opened the door, expecting the Prince to start snapping at her, for leaving by herself, but when she opened the door, all she saw was emptiness. Maybe he left, she mused to herself.
She stepped in, and saw that they had already prepared their food, and left it on the table towards the left side of their room. She walked over and picked up one of the covers off of the food. She smelled the delicious smell of meat and she sighed. Their food was exquisite here. Unfortunately she wasn't sure what they were eating half the time. For all she knew she could have been eating a Saiyan.
She picked up a fork and she looked at the food, feeling nauseous. She wanted to eat, but she couldn't. She was sweep in sadness. She had lost her child, and instead of eating for two she was only eating for one now.
She pushed the food away, her hungry leaving her body instantly, as she ran to the bed, and buried her face in the sheets. Smelling the bed for anything that reminded her of her life before all this drama riddled her life.
She heard the door open, and she felt him before he descended on her quickly. He pushed her up to face him. And he searched her eyes for something she couldn't quite figure out.
Vegeta searched her face, but her face and her eyes were impassive. As was her entire body. She was no longer afraid of him he knew. She no longer feared him, and he knew it was because she had lost something important to her. She had lost the one thing she believed that would have made her happy on his planet.
He pulled her close to him, their noses so close, that it almost touched hers.
He kissed her on the forehead. But she clung to him like a helpless child, not being to let go. He pulled her closer to him, feeling his heart break.
His once cold heart was warming up in his chest, and he could not believe that this woman had changed him in the past month since he had mated with her.
She whispered to him, "Stay with me please?"
He pulled her closer to him, and kissed her on both cheeks, before running his lips against her red lips.
She sighed in bliss when the Prince kissed her. She had never known anyone as cold as her Prince, but he was always gentle with her whenever they were alone.
She felt his tongue against her lips, begging to enter her soft mouth. Reluctantly she allowed him inside, tasting her for the first time in a month.
He begged her with his tongue to forgive him, and to please try again, and she wondered if she would be able to try again. She wanted to cry out with pain every time she thought of trying again. She couldn't go through the pain of having another child die within her could she?
He pushed her down on the bed, now kissing her with more passion than she thought was possible. And she felt his hard shaft pressed against her body. She pulled away for a second.
"We can't. Please don't make me..." She whispered.
"We don't have to, if you don't want to. We can just lay here in pleasure with each other," He replied to her huskily.
She nodded her head. She looked into his dark eyes, as she saw something flash across his eyes. He pulled her close to him.
"You have no idea how many soldiers I've killed in battle. How much bloodshed I've seen. Maybe that's why I'm like this. I'm broken. I'm not a regular man." He whispered in a soft voice. "But there is one thing I can do, and I can make you feel like you've reached heaven."
"Take me away," She begged him.
He crushed his lips against hers, in a demanding way. He pulled her dress off of her with ease. He quickly pulled off his clothes as well. She was beautiful, breathtaking, and a goddess in his eyes. He soaked in every last detail of her body, and face. Trying to memorize her body and face forever.
He pressed his fingers against her wetness, feeling her core seep with lust for him.
He kissed her breasts, touching her to her core. She had to admit to herself, what he did to her, did make her feel good. But it wasn't all great for her. She knew as soon as this was over, he would be cold and distant to her.
She sighed in relief as his finger found her slick passage, and he pressed a finger into her wetness. She hissed in pleasure.
He kissed her on her collarbone, relishing in her beauty.
He pushed his hard shaft against her thigh and she felt him nudging to open her legs. Her legs spread open of their own. He kissed her on the lips, before placing the tip of his hard shaft at her opening. Then in one swift movement he pierced through her with a force that knocked her breath away.
She gasped for air like a fish who was out of water, trying to soak in all of his glory.
He pumped in and out, trying to release his frustrations in the past couple of weeks, since the unfortunate event that occurred in this room.
He continued thrusting into her, until she started to scream his name. By that time, she was too far gone to care anymore.
He roared with an animalistic growl that shook the walls of their room. Bulma screamed his name over and over again, until she came, pressing her nails into his back, causing welts to spread across his muscles.
And he pumped into her a couple more times, before coming in her glorious wetness. He pushed the hair out of her face.
She looked up at him, the impassive look still on her face. He kissed her once again, on her lips, trying to get her to understand.
She sighed, and feel asleep in his arms, dreaming a dreamless dream since the incident.
That's it for this chapter! I do hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! The next couple of chapters will be like a thriller. Well I'm hoping that it will be! :)