Chapter 9 - Confessions
By: DestinyBabee
"Wait! Vegeta, can I come watch you guys train?" Bulma asked.
"I don't think you'd be interested in violence." Vegeta raised his eyebrow.
"Well, what makes you say that?"
"Because, you're an earth woman." He smiled. Bulma stucked her tongue out and followed him anyway.
As the pair entered the palace's training facilities, Bulma immediately felt endangered. A feeling of uneasiness crept over her as she felt the ground shake and thunder-like clashes booming in her ears.
'What am I getting myself into?' She reasoned.
"Don't worry. Nothing will happen to you. You're safe here, woman." Vegeta responded to her frightened face.
"Wh-who said I was scared?" Bulma tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, but her fear clearly showed.
Vegeta smirked. "It's plaster all over your face. In any case, you need not worry about getting hurt while watching. I will protect you if need be." He finished off trying to sound cool about it.
"Thanks.."
As they entered the huge training arena, several saiya-jins were already there sparring. It was exhilarating to be so close to a fight. Back on Earth, Bulma was always sheltered from extreme violence. She has never before witness an actual fight and her adrenaline was pumping. She was scared, yet excited at the same time. As she continued gawking at the fighters, she suddenly noticed Vegeta had left her side. She search desperately for him scanning the whole area. She eyes finally landed on Vegeta firing up for a battle with one of the commanders she had seen on the ship. Her eyes now fully glued on Vegeta, she couldn't help but feel her heart tighten a little. A part of her was frightened Vegeta may get hurt. 'What am I thinking? He's the saiya-jin prince. Nothing will happen.' With that thought, The commander landed a punch square on Vegeta cheek causing her to yelp a little. She relaxed a bit after, she saw how quickly Vegeta recovered with a confident look on his face. For the next 5 minutes, Bulma had her hands clasped on her mouth trying to prevent herself from shrieking in fear for Vegeta's life. 'Why am I so worried?' She suddenly realized how stupid she's acting. 'He's not even in a real battle!' But still, the feelings wouldn't go away and her eyes remained fixated on Vegeta. Everything else just didn't seem to existed. The only thing she could heard was Vegeta's hard-breathing, his witty and insulting remarks to his sparring partner. She was so entranced, she failed to notice a blue ki blast straight towards her. In the distance, another pair had deflected a ki blast, and it was now heading straight for an unsuspecting Bulma.
"BULMA!" She suddenly heard Vegeta cry in horror. Snapping out of her trance, she head swiveled left,startled realizing the ki blast was quickly closing in on her. Her eyes widened. Her body frozen with shock and fear. "You fucking idiot!" Vegeta shouted as he almost instantly flew in front of Bulma.
She didn't even have time to close her eyes. Bulma simply stood there staring at it. Then, something hit her, hard, but not from the direction she was expecting. Her head banged against the conrete floor, and she felt something solid and warm pinning her to the ground. The next thing she knew, she was lying on the concrete and felt the ground quake as the ki blast collided with the concrete beside them. Feeling warm breath on her skin made her aware that someone was with her, and the only person that has saved her before was Vegeta. Two long muscular arms wrapped around her body shielding her from the debris sent flying in their direction.
It was absolutely silent for one long second before reality hit. She could hear more than one person shouting Vegeta's name. 'Is he hurt?' Bulma panicked. However, more clearly than all the yelling, she could hear Vegeta's low, frantic voice in her ear.
"Woman! Are you all right?'
"I'm fine." Her voice sounded strange. She tried to sit up, but realized Vegeta was still on top of her holding her against the side of his body in an iron grasp.
"Be careful," he warned as Bulma struggled. "You hit your head pretty hard."
Bulma now became aware of a throbbing ache centered above her left ear. "Ow.." She said.
"That's what I thought." His voice, amazingly, sounded like he was suppressing laughter. "You humans can't protect yourselves worth shit."
"How in the..." She trailed off, trying to clear her head and get her bearings. "How did you get here so fast?"
"Saiya-jins can fly," stating the obvious.
"Oh.. Right.. Ugh.. my head. Would you mind getting off me?" Realizing he was still protectively wrapped around her petite figure, Vegeta stood up trying not to blush. Bulma staggered to get on her feet. Automatically offering his hand for support, Bulma took it, and saw her surroundings. the spot where she was was now replaced with a big hole that was created. 'I would've been toast!' She thought.
"We should get you to the regeneration tank." Vegeta suggested. Without waiting for her response, he lifted Bulma up gently and started heading out the door.
"I don't need medical attention, Vegeta! I'm fine! Let me down. I just want to rest in my room," protested Bulma.
"You can barely stand, woman. For once, just stop arguing with me." Vegeta's serious tone rebuttled. The trip to the tank was silent as Bulma simply had nothing to say. She figured she should relish the concern Vegeta was showing.
The next morning, Bulma woke already in her warm cozy bed. 'Somebody must have brought me back.' She thought as she noticed she was wearing something completely different. As she sat up, she saw Maria in a chair next to her sleeping quietly. She smiled at her. Maria was like her second mother.
Quietly slipping out of bed, Bulma silently slipped out of bed and headed toward the bathroom to freshened up. She emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel and began looking for an outfit.
"Princess! You're alright! Thank kami!" A tear-filled Maria hugged Bulma.
"Oh, Maria. Of course I'm okay. You don't have to worry about me."
"Trouble always seems to find you. Thank goodness the prince was there to protect you."
"Speaking of the prince, what happened after he brought me to the regeneration tank? How did I end up in my room?" Bulma asked.
"Well, the doctor gave you some sleeping pills, and then you were put in the tank for 15 minutes. You were still asleep so Prince Vegeta brought you back here." Maria explained.
Bulma was silent for a moment as she tried to recall her last experience in the tank. "HE SAW ME NAKED?!" The sudden realization hit.
"Well, yes, but don't worry. I won't tell your father about this little incident. You should take today off to recuperate a little, princess."
"Oh lord." Bulma blushed, embarassed. She walked to her wardrobe and picked out a mint short-sleeved v-neck empire-line dress with a velvet print. She quickly did her make-up and left her azure hair fall freely on her shoulders. Before leaving her room, she slipped on a pair of cream-colored satin ballet flats with a sapphire-embellished buckle.
"Where are you going, princess?!" Maria questioned.
"To thank my savior."
Having no idea where to find Vegeta, Bulma walked aimlessly to places she thought Vegeta might be. She tried the canteen, the training room, the throne room, but could not find him. 'Where is he?' Still walking, she saw Nappa and walked towards him. "Do you know where Vegeta is?" She asked after grabbing his attention.
"I saw the prince outside 5 minutes ago."
"Thanks, Nappa." Bulma headed to the nearest exit, and walked casually across 2 guards who were too busy flirting with their saiya-jin women. Disappointed that she still hadn't spotted Vegeta, she continued walking until she finally spotted the prince sitting up against a tree staring blankly at the lake in front of him. "Vegeta!" She called out.
Vegeta turned around. His mouth tightens, and he turns his head back again.
Finally reaching him, Bulma walked up to him and sat down in front of him. "I.. uh.. I just wanted ot thank you- for yesterday- for.. saving me." She uttered out.
"Mm."
"So.. what are you doing exactly?" Bulma asked trying to initiate conversation.
"Nothing. You're annoying." Vegeta got up and motion to leave only to be stopped by Bulma.
"Why are you always so cold?"
"You're human. You'd never understand." He simply said looking away.
"Vegeta, you saved me. No matter how mean you are to me, I know that that's not the real you. Can't we just be friends?" Bulma pleaded moving closer to him. Vegeta didn't move an inch. For what felt like hours, they simply stood there staring at each other. Slowing the pair inched toward each other closing the gap until Bulma felt his soft warm lips pressed very softly against her own. With every moment passing, Bulma could feel her body burn with desire. Her moan came in a wild gasp. Her fingers knotted in his hair, clutching him to her. Her lips parted as she breathed in his heady scent.
Gently, Vegeta pulled back, eyes dark with desire, panting slightly. "I give in." He breathed. "How frustrating this is." Also, breathed slightly heavier than usual. Bulma stared back with confused eyes. This was every bit new to her to see this side of Vegeta. "You know, we simply CAN'T do this. I'm sure for obvious reasons, you know why. I probably sound like a fool right now, but to be perfectly honest, I'm afraid that I'd like to stay with you much more than I should, much more than our agreement requires." He looked away feeling it difficult for him to admit his feelings out loud for the first time.
"I know.. but-"
"Us being together is really not in your best interest." Vegeta cut her off.
Bulma frowned.
"I suppose I shouldn't have saved your sorry ass so many times. For allowing myself to even get close to you. I should have just kept my distance long ago." He sighed. "I should start now, but I don't know if I can."
"I want to spend time with you. To be perfectly honest myself, I enjoy your company.. no matter how disgustingly arrogant you are." Bulma mumbled.
"Which is exactly why I should, but being saiya-jin, I'm essentially a selfish creature. I crave your company too much to do what I should."
"I'm glad."
"Don't be!" Vegeta back away; his voice much harsher than usual. "It would be pure sandal if it were leaked out that you and I fancy each other. Intermixing has neverbeen heard of. It would be proposterious!"
Bulma thought for a moment. "This isn't a marriage proposal, Vegeta. Can't we just be hush about it?"
Vegeta looked across the treetops, thinking through his response.
Before he could reply, Bulma began again, "You know, I could never understand why you were so cold with since the very beginning. How could you hate me so quickly..."
Vegeta smiled. "To me, you humans were just knock-offs. I simply hated your resemblance to our kind. Humans are so pathetically weak in comparison to saiya-jins, and it felt like a disgrace. This coalition was like something summoned from my own personal hell to torment me. The first day I ever laid eyes on you humans was a repulsive feeling. I thought it would make me deranged." He looked up then at Bulma's staggered expression as she tried to absorb everything he just told her.
"So why did you save me all the times? Honestly.."
"I..I really don't know. I kept telling myself that by letting you die, the great coalition would be ruined, and the sad reality is, without you Earthlings, we would never defeat Freeza to free ourselves from his oppressive ways. But I only thought of that excuse later. At the time, all I could think of was, 'Not her.'" He closed his eyes, lost in his agonized confession.
Common sense told Bulma that she should not, in any way, ever want to be near his creature. But instead, she was relieved to finally understand. They were declaring themselves.
"I wish you could feel the.. complexity.. the confusion.. I feel. That you could understand." He raised his hand to brush a few strands of face out of her face, admiring her exotic beauty.
"Tell me." She breathed.
"I don't think I can. You already know the deplorable creature I am, yet I feel for you. I'm not used to feeling so human. Are your kind always like this?"
Bulma smirked. "So you're feeling the 'feeble' emotions that we feel right now?" vegeta simply stared at her not appreciating the mockery. "Just kidding." She added. "So saiya-jins don't fall in love?"
"Saiya-jins choose mates for the purpose of reproducing. There is rarely any emotional attachments to them. I don't understand how a simple human female can effect me, a saiya-jin prince, so much. I don't know how to be close to you," he admitted. "I don't know if I can. Saiya-jins were never bred to 'feel'. At a very young age, we were taught to fight and survive."
Bulma leaned forward slowly, cautioning him with her eyes. She placed her head gently against his chest. She could hear his breath, and his rapid heart beat. "This is enough," she sighed, closing her eyes.
In a very human gesture, he put his arms around her and pressed his face against her hair, taking in her lavender scent.
"You're better at this than you give yourself credit for," she noted.
"Woman, I'm trying. Saiya-jins fuck the shit out of females they're attracted to. Be thankful I'm not fucking your brains out right now."
Bulma snuck a peek down at this pelvic area and finally took note of his huge hard-on. She quietly giggled, but did not comment on it. They stood there like that for an immeasurable moment.
"We should go now." Vegeta said suddenly. Bulma looked up at him. "It'll rain soon."
Noticing the darkening skies, Bulma nodding blushing slightly. The pair began walking silently back to the castle.
"So.. are we ever going to have a moment like that again?" Bulma wondered.
Vegeta laughed. "You just get your ass cracking on that gravity room."
Bulma pouted only to have Vegeta laughed her even more.
The next couple days seems to pass by as though nothing had ever happened. Vegeta still treated her with the cold shoulder most of the times. Bulma began to wonder whether their previous exchange had been a figment of her imagination.
One evening, as Bulma was sleeping silently in her room, Vegeta slowly snuck into her bed chamber after having snuck passed the guards undetected and unlocking the door with a small ki blast. He thought about her constantly. After days of trying to revert back to some normalcy, he realized he couldn't treat her just like another human. He had to see her. Her room was dark, but he could still make out her slender figure underneath the covers. Vegeta walked over to Bulma's bed to see the picturesque serenity she displayed. For awhile he simply stared at her sleeping figure listening to her soft breathing. Then suddenly, the gasps Bulma began to take were slowly becoming faster, longer, and deeper.
Confused by her increased breathing he shifted his drowsy gaze to the body across from him. Almost immediately on sight, whatever trance he was in, left him awoke as he found his eyes transfixed on her form. The princess was tossing her covers from her body as beads of sweat began forming on her brow and began to cascade down her face, blatantly displaying the inner heat radiating from her body.
'Is she having a nightmare?' Vegeta wondered. It was then that he heard a soft almost inaudible moan.
He listened to the soft panting and whimpering her lips released and watched her body twisted longingly back and forth. Her hands seemed lost at first, until they made contact with her own flesh. Vegeta could hardly believe he was seeing this; the slow path her long delicate fingers traced; first circling her stomach, then, more roughly, kneading their way up to her breasts, where her hands halted to attend to her pert nipples. The moaning increased as her hands tried to relax the hard mounds beneath her digits, but her attempts seemed to merely invoke the opposite effect as her body began shaking even more desperately.
The saiya-jin in him screamed for him to take her now, but on the other hand, Vegeta's conscience was telling him the moment he realized what she was 'suffering' from that he should leave. He was invading her privacy, and had no right to bear witness to her private visions. But in his moment of shame, he could not leave. As much as his mind screamed for him to go, his eyes could not leave her aroused form as with each moment her actions became more bold. One hand had continued to massage a throbbing breast, while her other slowly began pulling down the top of her gown to release her firm mounds to be violated by her naked fingers. The effect of each revealing movement dazed the Saiya-jin prince even more. His body had begun reacting from the moment he had first heard her soft moans, but now his reaction was actually becoming painful. The sight of her creamy white breasts being kneaded by her long slender fingers was more than the Saiya-jin could view without his body demanding more from him.
Before he knew what he was doing, he had carried himself to her side. Sitting on the bed next to her, he just barely stopped himself from reaching out to touch her bare skin. 'By the gods what is she doing to me!?' His mind had screamed at him. 'You have no right to look at her this way, to feel┘ desire for her in such a manner. She is human!!' And it was at that moment, at that thought that he had realized how very wrong he had been. The creature before him was a human, but it was well-known there were plenty of saiya-jins fucking females of other species, just not having feelings for them. Unable to suppress the forbidden feelings she invoked inside him, he recklessly allowed his lips touched hers.
Had he not been so lost in thought at the time, he might have realized how close his body had drifted to hers. Or, he might have noticed that her hands had left her breasts and began seeking out his body, almost as if finding the remedy to her pain. But he didn't notice, until it was too late. Until her hands had found their way to his neck and brought his lips down to hers in, what he assumed to be, the physical act she was experiencing in her dream.
Why hadn't he stopped it? At the time he had hid behind the fear of waking her. He told himself that if he had pulled away, she would have awakened to both their embarrassments. But deep inside he knew it was an excuse. A pathetic reasoning he hid behind because he could not, even if he wanted to, break from her soft lips┘ hot tongue┘ and impassioned caresses. With every second that passed, may the gods help him, he wanted more of her. His hands, under a power of their own, had even begun to explore her body desperately, until he had heard the all too shocking vocalization that broke through his daze and brought him back to reality.
"┘Make love to me┘"
As if the shame had suddenly hit him, Vegeta finally realized what he was doing to her. Here, in her unconscious reality, she calls for a someone to 'make love to her,' the terminology her people used for mating. His father once explained to him that 'making love' was something that could only be performed by two people who truly loved and desired one another. He remembered laughing at the term. But now here he was, taking advantage of her dream of that perfect mate, by seeking his own physical indulgence from her. A million things was running through his mind. 'Is she dreaming of me?'
A cold chill ran down his spine as he realized things would never be the same for them after that day. How could he ever look into her eyes again without thinking of ripping her clothes off? How the hell could he continue to honor the saiya-jin code when his body so easily reacted to her moans and self-gratification? The thoughts had become too much for the prince to bear as he abruptly broke from the all too torturous sight, relieved at not waking her. He had set out to leave, but failed to make it far enough before an even more frightening vocalization entered his confused mind.
"┘Oh yes, Vegeta┘"
He had heard her moan passionately in the throws of her fantasy. Vegeta had intended to write off the sound of his name as some delirious thought his mind had implanted, but the even louder reverberation of his name, a second, and then third time disproved whatever doubts he had. 'She IS dreaming about me.' His mind demanded an answer, the concept sounded all too bizarre, and arousing at the same instant. 'It can't be!' He had told himself. 'She couldn't possibly be attracted to me in such a way. She's too innocent. It┘ It is just a dream┘ It couldn't possibly represent her true feelings┘ She begged for love┘ I┘ I must have forced the thought into her head when I touched her┘ '
Even as Vegeta had tried to rationalize what he was hearing, he knew a part of him wanted to think, even if for a split second, that she had been dreaming about him. A part of him had wondered what it would be like, could be like, to know the woman on a more intimate level. But that minuscule part of him was greatly overpowered by the soul shattering part that had reminded him exactly who he was dealing with. A human female. And it was only that rational thought that motioned to him leave her room before the horrid possibility of her waking occurred.
As he slowing crept to the door, Vegeta was confronted with another lustful moan of his name. Unable to resist another kiss, Vegeta shamefully walked back to Bulma's bed wanting another kiss before he left.
He slowly lowered himself and planted a soft gently kiss of her lips. He was about to pull away and leave when Bulma abruptly woke to his touch. He could feel her entire body tighten with his lips still touching her soft ones.
'Shit,' he swore and quickly pulled back. "Look, woman. I know this looks really bad, I was just checking up on you. It's not my fault you play with yourself in the middle of the night. I was merely-"
"I was playing with myself?!" Bulma shrieked shaking off her remaining grogginess. She looked down at her exposed chest. She clearly remembered her erotic dream, but not her body physically acting it out. Feeling the uncomfortable wetness on her underwear, Bulma blushed hoping Vegeta's Saiya-jin senses couldn't pick it up. 'Good thing he can't see my face right now..'
"Yes, you were playing out some dirty sexual fantasy." Vegeta smirked at his diversion. "And guess who's name you moaned in ecstasy?"
'No, please don't tell me..' Bulma's eyes widened in panic. "I did not moaned anybody's name in ecstasy!" She could not think of anything else to do but deny it.
"Oh really? If my memory serves me well, and it does, mind you, I clearly recall you moaning my name in throes of pleasure."
"I was not.."
"Oh? Then what's this?" Vegeta boldy slipped one hand under her night gown and slowly stroked her damp panties.
"Ahh.. Vegeta.." She protested weakly.
"If not, then why are you reacting so much to my simple touch?" Vegeta smirked teasingly feeling himself get worked out as well.
"Why are you even in my room at this hour!" Bulma changed the subject, annoyed clearly wanting to evade the current topic.
"To see your embarassment." Vegeta moved closer.
Feeling her heart beat faster as Vegeta approached, Bulma let out a small gasped in anticipation.
"I know you want me, woman. Say it." Vegeta whispered oh-so-seductively.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Really.." Vegeta slyly caressed her thigh.
"Ahh.. yeah.." Bulma uttered out.
"Yeah what?" He continued arousing her even more.
"Mmmm.. I w-want you.."
"What do you want?"
"You already know." Bulma whined.
"No I don't." Vegeta replied innocently as his hands crawled from her thighs to her pert breasts.
Bulma pursed her lips trying to hold in another moan. "I want you t-to.. fuck me. Oohh.." Bulma moaned as Vegeta slyly licked the crook of her neck. Her skin burned under his touch.
"Well then, I suppose I'll have to give it to you, princess." He breathed before taking her lips in his once more, only this time more passionately and lustfully.
Bulma returned the kiss with equal lust. Without realizing it, her hands, as if with minds me their own, began peeling away Vegeta's clothes. She was having a little trouble, and Vegeta smirked at her urgence as the kiss went on. Bulma's night gown was already half off, so it would not be difficult for him at all.
Once Vegeta was stripped naked, Vegeta took the pleasure to rip Bulma's night gown off of her. Bulma was too horny to even care at that point.
"Are you sure about this, woman?" Vegeta asked before advancing.
"Yess. Vegeta, I want you. I want all of you." Bulma gasped, as Vegeta swiftly entered in missionary. "Ahh.." Bulma bit back the pain she felt as Vegeta took her purity away. In her mind, she had no idea why she was giving herself up so easily to the saiya-jin prince, but her feelings and desires for him was just irresistable. Even as she was in pain, she could feel Vegeta wipe away her tears, and from witnessing other saiya-jins mate first hand, cearly she was more than just another fuck to him.
"It's over, woman." Vegeta whispered in her ear, as he gently thrusted her in juicy warm wetness. To get her mind off the initial pain, he tried his best to distract her by exploring more of her perfect body. Her warm tightness was painfully arousing. He wanted to just fuck the shit out of her, but decided against it as he didn't want to cause anymore pain than he already had. Saiya-jins were well-endowed, and she probably felt like she was being ripped apart.
"It.. wasn't so bad.." Bulma breathed heavily as Vegeta continued his speed-gaining thrusts.
"Mmm.. woman." He bent down to capture her lips in a heated kiss. "Gods, you're so tight." Vegeta's mind reflected in the throes of passion.
It took Bulma a few moments, but her body finally began to move in sequence with her new mate's every thrust. Both of their pleading bodies were pulsating to be set free by the euphoria that only one another could bring them.
In an almost simultaneous explosion, the mates felt the orgasmic bliss neither have ever had.
The intense feeling of rapture Bulma experienced was like none other she could have ever imagined experiencing in her all her life. It was utter perfection.
A parallel harmony engulfed Vegeta as he collapsed upon his mate, very much exhausted by their union.
After only a few minutes of rest, Vegeta gently pulled out of his mate, and rolled to her side, not wanting to crush her with his weight. Taking a few moments to readjust his groggy eyes, Vegeta lifted his hand to touch the face of his flushed mate. "So beautiful," he whispered softly as he stroked her cheek. Her breathing had steadied to a quiet hum, telling him after their first intense love making sessions, that she had fallen asleep. Not surprising, considering he woke her up in the middle of the night just to take her virginity away. 'Perhaps I should have been easier on her?' Vegeta wondered, before tightening his arms around his mate's body and gathering her securely in his embrace. "I love you, woman." he whispered with pride, before allowing the veil of sleep to fall upon him as well.