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Overcoming the Past
Bulma led Lena to the well hidden pantry full of alcoholic beverages. The two women jerked their attention away from the massive selection of booze and towards the front door that received a sudden knock. They raced to the main entrance, but were greeted with the setting sun.
"That's…strange. Oh, wait! What's this?" Bulma commented as she picked up a manila envelope from the Welcome mat. "Hey! It's addressed for you. I didn't realize that you spoke to anyone from your orphanage anymore or that they knew you resided here."
"I don't speak to anyone from there. They all think I'm…" dead. Lena finished mentally and let her audible statement trail.
"Well it's showing that place as the return address. Would you like me to open it?"
"No! No, that's okay. I'll take it up to my room and check it out AFTER I've had a drink. Let's fetch the white wine. I'm beyond ready to down the whole bottle," Lena said, exasperated.
Raditz and Vegeta were hiding nearby as the unidentifiable guest approached their home. He appeared to be orange haired and left an envelope of some sort on the front porch. Suddenly, the man vanished as if he were smoke into the air.
"What the deuce?" Vegeta snarled as Raditz exclaimed with his own "What the fuck?" They eyed one another speculatively and decided it was beneficial to report the incident to the other Earthly protectors.
"Perhaps the Namekian knows something about that sorcery," Vegeta mumbled regrettably. Raditz was unfazed by the green martian and had yet to understand Vegeta's disdain for the pickled hued alien. He assumed it had something to do with the dragon ball search he missed out on due to his own death.
Meanwhile, Bulma and Lena had already consumed two bottles of the white wine that perked Lena's interest and were enjoying one another's company in her room. Bulma was currently sporting a deep purple, skin tight dress and was currently forcing Lena into a matching electric blue one. The two were in a constant state of laughter as Bulma finally managed to get the form-fitting dress over Lena's double-ds.
"….Can't….breath…." Lena gasped as the dress made sure her chest would suffocate her.
"Don't be so damn dramatic! You should be happy with such an amazing body and take advantage of it. Say, why don't we call Yamcha and get him to take us to that new dance club that opened last month. I haven't been out…hiccup…since I got pregnant eight years ago and Trunks is over at the Son residence tonight! Vegeta won't even know we're missing!" Bulma managed to utter with only just one hiccup.
Lena nodded her head eagerly. After all, she was the only one that was age appropriate to go to those places and had never even been to one. She burst into another fit of laughter as Bulma clumsily picked up her cell phone and dialed.
"Yamcha?! Come get me and Leeeeeeena. We want to daaaaance," Bulma slurred. Unfortunately, she was not met with the eager response she had anticipated.
"YAMCHA?! You foolish bitch, this is your mate. Do no move a single muscle or I'll kill you and your giggling buffoon of a friend I hear snorting in the background. Do you understand?" Vegeta roared.
"….hiccup…oh shit," Bulma replied as she threw her phone far away from her as if it was going to bite her. Lena was rolling on the floor gasping for air that was being stolen from her slightly because of her constant laughter and largely because of the boob restraint of a dress she was in.
"Damn it all Lena, this is your fault!" Bulma shouted at her friend as she turned into an angry drunk.
"What? How the hell is it my fault that YOU picked up YOUR phone and that YOU dialed the wrong number?" Lena responded in a poor excuse of a French accent.
"…Hiccup…Why are you talking like that?" Bulma asked as her temper evaporated.
"Cause Raditz can! Did you know that he can speak every language on this planet fluently?"
"Wow."
"Yeah, but I sound way cuter."
"Sure. If you think dying cows sound cute."
"Bitch."
"You face is."
"No! Your face, you blue haired bimbo."
"My face? Mine is as fabulous as my natural, vibrant sky colored hair."
"So that is natural? Does that mean your….other hair is blue too?"
"….." *giggling*
"Hey Bulma."
"Hey Lena."
"How old is Raditz?"
"Older than Vegeta."
"What?!"
"Yeah, he has to be at least ten years older than you." The two girls began to sober up slightly from the seriousness of the subject. "You like him, don't you?"
"Well…not exactly. I don't really know him well enough to like him, you know."
"Yes, I do know. You just have a deep connection with him that he seems to share with you and enhances whenever you two are near each other, right?"
"Wow, that's exactly it! How did you guess?"
"Vegeta and I experienced the same issue. It occurred with Chi-Chi and Goku too."
"So I'm not going crazy in that aspect then?" Lena whispered.
"No, sweetheart. You are not crazy in love," Bulma answered just before Lena's unlocked bedroom door was blasted free from its hinges.
"Woman!" Vegeta growled at his wife, "You disgust me to no end sometimes. Get off your ass and come with me so that I can punish you for your stupidity." Bulma's numbed face only allowed the right side of her mouth into a smile, making her appear to sneer at his demands. His angry attitude intensified under his wife's scrutiny. To Bulma, punishment from Vegeta meant fun.
"Raditz, since Lena is the one that needed a drink but managed to fuck my wife up instead, why don't you accompany her to the place they intended to go to without our permission. I would die a thousand deaths before I see Yamcha's gleeful face escorting either of them to a club. Besides, if she doesn't get out of my line of vision soon, I will burn her where she stands. She is clearly responsible for this idiocy.
"Wait a minute! Why can't we all just go?" Bulma begged as she crawled her way to her irate man.
"Fuck no! How many times do I have to tell you that you are too old to partake in that type of entertainment?" Vegeta scolded his now sobbing wife.
"Oooold?" she cried as Lena snickered. "Lena, you shut up! I'm going to kick your ass when you get home from your night out!"
"Whatever!" Lena teased as she used Raditz's pants for support in getting back on her feet. "Let's go big man. I'll show you the way," Lena winked at Raditz who appeared uncertain with the aspect of going to a club.
"Why don't you just rest here? I need to talk to you about something important," Raditz asked. At that point, Vegeta had already carried his crying mate out of the room and forced the woman into screams of pleasure next door.
"You really want to try and talk while they are doing that?"
"Fine, but you will talk to me soon."
"Okay!"
~One hour later, still at the club~
"Raditz I am begging you to please stop glaring at every male that approaches me. Better yet, stop following me around! There's absolutely no reason for you to hover over me. How am I supposed to get a guy to dance with me when you keep scaring them all away?!" Lena screamed over the roar of music pounding around them. She was already back at the tipsy state she was in with Bulma earlier that evening. Raditz gave her an affronted look.
"These weaklings disgust me and I will not allow them a chance to get near you and act in ways that is only meant for mated people."
"Oh dear Kami, you cannot be serious right now! We're not in the dark ages! This is what free, young people do. Bulma wasn't kidding when she said…." Lena almost called the gorgeous alien old, but caught herself in time.
"What I mean is that the men scumming this place up only have one thing that they are interested in and I do not intend to let it apply to you," He sputtered. He had unsuccessfully tried to convince the bright blonde to leave the noisy, drunk infested building three times already. The human woman he had begun to admire simply ignored his requests as she continued to shake her ass, an ass that could easily be seen thanks to the tight blue dress and misty gleam of perspiration she was wearing. The sheen coated her exposed skin delicately, allowing the flashing neon lights to dance along to her body's rhythm.
"Seriously, Raditz? Since when did you start caring about what happens to females? According to my nightmares, you let your pregnant mate die and according to Mr. Prince Vegeta, you enjoyed torturing women after that." Lena regretted the words the moment she admitted her haunting thoughts. The Saiyan's face flushed red as he roughly grabbed her left arm and threw her over his shoulder.
"Fine. If that is what you truly think of me, then I will act the brutal beast you imagine me to be," he bickered as he carried her towards the nearest exit.
"No Raditz, please. I am so sorry. I honestly didn't mean that the way it sounded. I'm just surprised that the ruthless alien Vegeta made you out to be is not the person I see you as. How is a woman supposed to act when the most attractive man she sees returns those feelings for her, but is a supposed murderer of planets? Please, oh please don't hurt me! I am begging you to put me down. I may vomit any minute now with you toting me around like this!" Lena whined as the alcohol started to take its toll.
"Hmmm. I wouldn't want your acid filled stomach to ruin my shirt," he grumbled sarcastically as he flipped the girl off of his shoulder and into his arms as if she were a bride being carried over the threshold.
"Seriously, put me down! Just let me have one dance with another male before you dominate the rest of my life," she pleaded as he regrettably nodded his head.
"I will let you dance the rest of the night away if you promise to let me in your bed afterwards. Promise me that, and I won't bother you again until you are ready to take us seriously."
"Fine! A one night stand with the most dangerous creature on this planet sounds like a plan to me!" Lena half-heartedly agreed. She didn't think he would hold her to her word. He wasn't being serious, right? Drunkenness was clearly clouding her rationality. "Now let me dance!" she hollered as he backed away from her exotic hip rolling.
Bodies swarmed around her once Raditz removed himself from the picture. She could feel them press and grind against her slick skin and dress while Raditz fought every instinct in his bones to annihilate every male occupying Lena's presence by thinking of the "torture" he was going to put her under later. He jealously watched her laugh as her long yellow hair bounced in unison with her chest while her arms swayed above her head.
He fought that menacing urge until twenty minutes later when a red haired teen roughly grabbed Lena's breasts and shoved his face into them. Lena gasped in pain and tried to shove the stranger away, but the adolescent dug his fingers deeper into her ribs, forcing her to let out a shrill cry.
Raditz allowed rage to dominate every other emotion he was currently experiencing. He remembered a similar incident that involved his past love and this situation was undoubtedly going to end the same way. The longer he stayed in Lena's presence, the more his Catsearia seemed to shine through.
He grabbed the kid by his copper colored hair and threw him across the dance floor and into a large speaker system, killing the sound that it played and possibly the person thrown into it. Lena's face dropped as she witnessed the attempt at murder caused by her stupidity; stupidity that she had killed others with before.
Raditz had regained his composure and grabbed Lena before fleeing the scene. He was about to speak when Lena did.
"I'm so sorry, again. This is my entire fault. It always is! I always fuck up everything with the people I care the most about. I know that you have been working so hard at adapting to human ways and a new way of life. I am begging you to not hate me for messing that up for you. I ruined all of the restraint you placed yourself under by being a stupid whore!" She spat.
They were already close to home when she began to sob. She grabbed her stomach as she collapsed to the ground in the grief she had bottled up from the past five years; years since she had first built the androids and the machine she knew she would soon be contrived with if the envelope she received matched the evidence the empty box once held.
Raditz had never seen a woman cry. He had seen them scream in pain, fear, and death, but they never spared him a tear. He was the one accountable for the drama that had just happened. He was the one that acted on his emotions. He was the one that should be apologizing to her. He pushed those thoughts aside as soon as he realized that her mournful appearance was not a result of what happened at the bar, but the past. He walked over to the woeful girl, in shock of the pity he felt for her. Pity was a feeling he was very unfamiliar with, but he was sure that was what he was experiencing.
Lena stopped feeling sorry for herself as the burlesque man neared her. She crawled to her feet in complete embarrassment of her behavior. She pulled her dress down her thighs as long as the material would allow her to and tugged the top of the dress in an attempt to conceal her marvelous cleavage. The act failed to make any difference in hiding that one feature she so desperately wanted to be rid of and only pulled the dress up back to her bottom. The thought of the red-headed man nuzzling her nauseated her to the point that she doubled over and vomited on the sidewalk nearby.
Raditz covered his nose from the burning scent of alcohol as he grabbed the frail girl once she was finished emptying the foul liquid. "I swear to all things damned that if you ever drink that shit again, I will kill you," he whispered into her right ear. She smiled and closed her eyes as he lifted her into the bridal position he had held her in before the destructive chaos they created earlier.
Vegeta and Bulma were no longer expressing their bond to one another to the entire world when Raditz finally made it back to the house.
Thank Satan they're asleep. I would have blown the house up if their loud mouths were still belting. The last thing I need is for Lena to be woken up. I can tell she hasn't had much sleep since I've arrived, Raditz spoke to himself.
He thought it best to only carry her to his room considering the fact that his arms burned from carrying her nearly the entire trip back. Once she was on his bed, he stripped her of the tainted blue dress and tossed it onto the floor opposite of him. He examined every inch of her pale skin, her golden hair that hung loosely around her, and the black laced panties she had managed to fit in underneath the tight dress.
He longed to smash his face into the spot between her perfectly proportioned breasts that the other mother fucker previously had engaged. He clenched his fists as he weighed the pros and cons of taking advantage of the unconscious woman and decided that he was not yet ready to be killed by the brotherly Saiyans he was developing closer relationships with. He ever-so-gently lowered himself into the bed alongside the silent human. More than likely, she was going to freak out the moment she realized where she was at, but he was just too damned tired to put her in her own bed.
Lena jerked awake to the sound of her name being screamed throughout the house. She tried to sit up, but found herself tangled in a mess of black ropes. Raditz chuckled at the facial expression she made when she realized what was wrapped around her was indeed his hair. Her eyes darkened as she made the connection of waking up in his bed nude. No wonder Bulma was anxiously calling for her—she probably thought Lena was dead. Lena didn't call back, but thought of her current predicament.
Hadn't she promised things with the man she was next to? If he had held her to that promise, then she wouldn't be able to move and as far as she could tell, her body felt fine. If anything, it felt needy.
Well, all is fair in love and war and all's well that ends well, she thought to herself as she climbed onto the wide-eyed Raditz.
"Lena, you don't—"
"Oh, but I do," she interrupted him by placing her right index finger over his mouth. She then raised her hands to cover his ears as she called out to Bulma "Your voice is hurting my hangover! I'll talk to you in a few hours! I'm busy right now!" Her friend didn't respond back, so she took that as an okay to finish what she had started. Raditz's eyes stared mischievously into Lena's forest green ones when he realized what she was suggesting.
Bulma ceased all questions she was about to embark on her best friend when it hit her that Lena's voice was not coming from her bedroom, but close to Trunks's room.
Thank Kami Raditz was out training with his brother. Lordy knows what he would have done if he knew what Lena was about to do with some random man. I wonder who the lucky guy is, Bulma contemplated before the noises began.
Raditz traced the sensitive pink flesh centered on each of the two mountains of flesh belonging to Lena. He couldn't believe that they were finally his, and could barely withstand the urge to take her at once. He managed to do so as she continued to do her own thing with him. She kissed his face delicately, taking in all of the features she could finally admire without embarrassment of getting caught. Her kisses began to aim towards his neck and down his well-defined abdomen. She only hesitated to pull down the sheets that concealed what she was about to experience first-hand.
She immediately froze at the sight of what he had to offer and only moved to leap off of the bed in an attempt to melt into the wall farthest away from him.
"No fucking way. How the hell is that supposed to fit?!" She squealed as she pointed at his continual rise for her. His shocked eyes morphed into malice before he spoke.
"We had a deal, remember? One time is all I ask."
"I understand that, but…but… that was before I realized that you were also part horse!" she stuttered as her knees began to weaken at the thought of getting ripped in half. He probably harmed women intentionally like that before her. Her knees gave way and she began to sink to the ground just as the aroused man lifted himself from the bed and slammed her back up against the wall. She carefully raised her eyes to meet her aggressor's.
"You're not seriously scared are you? Sure, I could kill you, but I'd rather keep you around," he taunted her.
This is going to hurt, but it's just one time. Who wouldn't want to be pounded by this sexy beast anyways? Bragging rights, just think about that," her inner goddess laughed in encouragement.
"Okay, let's do this," she said, giving all rights to Raditz as she swayed her hips back to the bed. He wrapped his left arm around her waist before shoving her back to the wall.
"Ouch! You're already trying to destroy me!" She excitedly whispered as he then lifted her right leg up so that her knee was bent into her chest. Her laced panties were already ripped from away from her so that she was completely exposed to whatever he intended to do. He sneered at her panicked expression as he began to slowly massage her rosy clit with the tip of his Saiyanhood. Lena's nails clawed into his shoulders instead of his back since her arms couldn't wrap around his massive width. Before she could resist, he forced the head of his shaft into her moistening sex.
"Mmmmph" she mumbled, biting her lips. She had gotten this far and it was too late to back out now. She forced herself to lock eyes with his to give him the encouragement to continue. One cue, he pushed himself deeper into her warm tightness. The pain was everything unimaginable as she thought it would be as she failed to contain her screams of true hurt as he continued his rhythmic thrusts. Her head began to feel heavy as it hit the wall supporting her with each push he gave her. He appeared to be having fun watching her struggle to remain conscious before he wrapped his arms around her and turned to walk them, still united, to his bed.
At that point, Lena was able to relax enough to allow Raditz deeper inside of her. His lack of care for her pain threshold exceeded as he refused to slow down the pace or speed of his attack, forcing the bed to quake beneath them. The support base of the bed eventually weakened and snapped, thus forcing the two lovers to collapse along with the mattress onto the floor. The change forced Lena into a different, pleasurable position. Her panicked cries turned into purrs as her body FINALLY adjusted to the larger-than-a-human's- cock hitting her loosening walls.
The subsidizing pain tempted Lena into looking down at where the action was taking place and noted that he had only entered half of himself into her. He noticed her big-eyed stare and paused.
"Are you well off now that I can fully insert myself?" Her eyes rounded at the thought of him poking through her walls and killing her, but she was tougher than that. She nodded her head in agreement and in one agonizing force, he was finally fully inside the woman he so desperately longed for. The act insured Lena's loudest scream yet and Raditz could hear Bulma's faint 'tsking' of concern. He began to worry about how soon the prince would comprehend what was taking place and prayed that he had at least another hour before he needed to escape for his life.
Raditz disregarded any begging of a short break the beautiful woman beneath him uttered as he rammed her resisting vulva. He felt her wetness escape her as she began to shudder in delight as opposed to the discomfort she held minutes before. She finally reopened her tightly sealed eyes and caught his onyx ones peering at her. He smiled innocently before tucking his face under her left breast and biting the soft flesh underneath it. She gasped painfully one last time as blood trickled from the wound. He smiled again at what he had just accomplished as he released his pent up cum deep inside of her.
He collapsed onto his mate as she continued to slap at his pumped up arms, begging him to not suffocate her. His refusal to move instigated her own bite onto his right ear and forced him to flinch in surprise at her brutality. He pulled himself out of her quickly, causing another moan to escape her pouted lips. She laid there quietly for a few moments before climbing onto him and resting her fatigued body on his. Her head rested in the center of his pectoral muscles as her toes tickled the shins they relaxed on.
"I didn't know I could feel so many things all at one time," she softly admitted to him. "Raditz, I think…this is going to sound completely irrational and crazy, but I think—" her confessional stopped as she was interrupted by a blast coming from somewhere in the house.
"Oh my fucking God, Lena! Tell me it's not him that's in there!" Raditz quickly shoved Lena off of him, dressed himself, and left her sitting there in shock as he flew from his bedroom window.
That freaking coward! Now I'm going to have to face them on my own. Yay me.
I can only image how the next conversation will go XD. Hope this was an okay read!