A/N: Hello everyone! Long time, no see. How has everyone been? I hope you've all been doing well and keeping safe and healthy. It's been a while since I've updated but I think my writer's block has come to an end (for the time being, anyway XD). That being said, I'll quit my rambling and save it for later. I hope this chapter was worth the wait. Please enjoy!
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Chapter 16
He vowed that while he still had blood flowing through his body and lungs that filled with air, he was never going to let anyone touch her, hurt her like this ever again. And if they tried…
Well.
Vegeta kept his gaze on Bulma, seeing his eyes begin to glow red in the reflection of the glass. He smiled, the gesture dripping with malicious intent.
They would understand why he was known as the Prince of Death.
He would personally see to that.
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Making sure that the chamber had been set correctly one last time, Vegeta glanced at the woman floating peacefully in the healing liquid before leaving the room. He needed some new clothes and the woman did too. She couldn't wear her yellow jumpsuit again since it had been destroyed by the ki whip.
After he managed to find something for both of them to wear, the prince made his way to the ship's bathing chambers. He turned on the water in the shower and made a quick detour to the dryers to put his new chest piece in. Its design was different from the armour he'd been donning for a while now. It had no shoulder pads or groin guards. It was a more modern take on traditional Saiyan armour.
Bulma's armour was a unique design, one that was rarely used anymore. It was white with one golden rigged shoulder strap, the other side left bare. It had no pads around the lower body area. The design was rumoured to be based off of the only female member in Bardock's fallen squad.
Once the shower was ready, Vegeta stepped in and let the scalding hot water run over his grimy body, washing away the blood and remnants of the lifeless sacks of meat just outside the door.
Usually, he would have no problem letting his guard down slightly and relaxing under the water. It was one of the only times he had peace and quiet, his mind blissfully empty, devoid of the noise and happenings of his everyday life.
Unfortunately, his mind was fully occupied this time around.
'Last time I checked, Frieza had managed to find the Namekian village the woman and I had found and had been busy slaughtering those poor slugs one by one. Knowing him, he'll take his sweet time torturing them to get what he wants.' Vegeta mused, his brows furrowed.
He couldn't really guess what the lizard lord was after in his path of destruction at the village. He'd already gotten all the dragon balls back. All that was left was to make his wish. So what was he searching for?
Vegeta shook his head, deciding that it wasn't worth pondering over. It wasn't his concern what Frieza was looking for at the village, nor did it matter what happened to those villagers. He'd already got what he'd wanted from them the first time. All that mattered now was what his next move would be.
Feeling the temperature of the water start to drop, he put his hand under the automatic soap dispenser and began to cleanse his body.
'Before I'd left Kakarot to deal with Ginyu, the radar had shown that the dragon balls were in the vicinity of the ship. Frieza wouldn't make the same mistake and leave the balls out in the open like last time. And now that Kakarot's little friend and brat have the radar, I can't tell exactly where they are. But', Vegeta felt a small smirk come on his face,'something tells me they're not that far.'
The prince turned off the stream and stepped out, drying himself instantly with his ki. He put on his pants and boots before stepping in front of a foggy mirror. He swiped his hand on the glass, seeing half of his face in the reflection.
Knowing that his goal was so close, that his wish for immortality was within his grasp, with no one around to stop him this time… Vegeta could hardly contain his excitement. His blood was bubbling in anticipation, imagining himself when he was transformed and had Frieza on his knees, begging futilely for the prince to spare him his pathetic life. Vegeta felt his fingers twitch, almost able to feel the cold skin under his gloved fingers giving way as he squeezed the lizard's throat and snapped his neck.
He looked at his reflection again, his mouth contorted into a dark grin.
'Soon, Frieza. I'll have you whimpering for your life like the coward you are. Mark my words.'
Turning away from the mirror, he suddenly remembered something. Something that had him clicking his tongue in annoyance. The dragon balls here grant three wishes, and those pesky earthlings wanted to wish their pathetic friends back from the Other World. He rolled his eyes.
That was a waste of a perfectly good wish if you asked him. They were weaklings. What good would it do bringing them back to life? Especially the long haired one who died against a Saibaman. What was his name again? Yamaha? Yamchuck?
'Who gives a shit what his name is? He's a weak excuse of a warrior who couldn't even defeat a plant creature.' Vegeta felt a cruel smile twist his lips at the memory. And that 'warrior' was supposed to defend his planet and his mate against him and Nappa? Laughable!
'Not his mate anymore.' His Oozaru mockingly sang at the back of his head, a malicious toothy grin on its maw. He hated that he agreed with the damn thing.
Speaking of defending…
His mind strayed to Kakarot and how he was doing. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the other Saiyan's ki. It seemed like he was handling Ginyu just fine, toying around with him for the time being.
'Of course he's handling Ginyu well, considering the possibility of him being a Super Saiyan.' He thought bitterly. And if he dies, then it would be because he let his pure hearted self get tricked into sparing them.
"That fool is far too soft to even be a Third Class warrior. Knowing him, he'll have Ginyu on the brink of defeat and offer him a chance to leave the planet again in exchange for his life instead of finishing the job." Vegeta said, shaking his head in disgust.
A small sound in the distance broke his musings. Paying more attention, he deduced the sound as beeping. It would seem he'd been lost in his head longer than he thought. It was the isolation chamber. The woman was healed.
Foregoing his armour and shirt, he made the trek back to the medical bay. Upon entering, he saw Bulma floating in the blue liquid, her hair waving around her face delicately. Vegeta punched in the sequence to drain the healing fluids, occasionally stealing glances at the woman inside.
She looked so much better than before. Her face was no longer swollen, her nose was perfectly set. Her eyebrow and, though he couldn't see them properly because of the oxygen mask, her lips were no longer split open too.
Once the liquid drained completely, the door opened and her eyes slowly fluttered open.
Vegeta felt his breath catch in the back of his throat.
Her eyes, their deep blue hue, were shining with that same intense glow he'd seen in them since the first time he laid his own eyes on her. Loathe as he was to admit it but after he'd found her in his old room, so close to death, he'd dreaded seeing the life leaving her eyes. Dreaded the thought of her bright flame being snuffed out by his enemies.
He grimaced slightly, feeling uncomfortable with that last train of thought. Just when the hell had things changed so drastically between them in such a short space of time. It didn't make any sense. Trying to ignore the discomfort he suddenly felt, Vegeta stepped back and reached for a towel.
"Stand up, woman." He said, his voice slightly gruff.
Raising her eyebrow but saying nothing, Bulma stood up gracefully, her upper half exposed while her leggings and boots were completely soaked. Vegeta looked over at her with a clinical gaze, wanting to make sure she was completely fine.
Her chest, once littered with dark bruises, was now clear of imperfections. There was also a slow and steady rise and fall, telling him that her ribs had mended back together nicely. He made a motion for her to turn around, and when she complied, he felt himself release a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. Her back, once riddled with hideous gashes from the ki whip, was devoid of any scars or marks. She was as good as new.
He tried to ignore the immense relief flooding through his being.
Still in his head, he wrapped the towel around the woman and lifted her out the machine, turning to make his way back to the bathing chambers where their clothes were, trying to ignore how well she fits against him.
When had it all changed?
When had he stopped seeing the woman as a pawn in his scheme against Frieza and started seeing her in a different, more personal light? When had her bright soul wound itself around his dark, tainted one? And why had he let her?
"It's not something you control. One day you're going about your business, doing what you do. The next, you've got somebody tied to you for life."
The young Saiyan prince grimaced as he listened to the tale his subordinate was telling him. He, along with Nappa and Raditz, had just finished purging a planet and were currently doing final checks to make sure they hadn't missed anything crucial before heading back to report to Lord Frieza. Somewhere along the line, on their cleanup mission, Nappa had found a box of expensive looking booze and decided a small break was in order. They were ahead of schedule so there was nothing to it.
Raditz, the lightweight that he was, had passed out after finishing a bottle of the stuff. Nappa could handle his drink better, but there was no doubt he was intoxicated. And for some strange reason, their topic of conversation had turned to his home planet. Well, more like a monologue since Nappa was doing the talking and Vegeta just grunted his acknowledgement, not really participating in the topic.
He never liked discussing anything regarding his home planet, not wanting to think about how he and his comrades were the last ones alive. It made him boil with fury, and that wasn't good for anyone within range of him. But this time, he couldn't help but listen as the older man spoke about the concept of mating. It wasn't like he was going to experience it since there were no female Saiyans left, plus he had no interest in being tied down. So he settled for the story.
"Not something you can control? That sounds dangerous. Not to mention frivolous." Vegeta commented, his mouth set in a sneer.
Nappa merely chuckled like he knew something the young prince didn't. "Well, once upon a time, I would've told you that you'd eat those words once you found your mate. It completely blindsides you. When you and your mate come together, it's one of the most powerful things a Saiyan can experience. No one can fight it. Not even your own father could resist the pull when he found your mother."
"Hmph. That just proves he was a weak king, letting himself get ruled by emotion. We Saiyans have no need for such silly attachments. They'll only slow you down and prove to be a liability." The prince spat.
Nappa didn't respond, choosing to remain quiet. Which was very unusual for the big brute. Even when he got drunk, he never shut up. This time around, he was eerily silent. When he looked at him more closely, Vegeta noticed the lines on Nappa's face appeared to deepen in the light of the bonfire they lit. He looked… tired.
After what felt like an eternity, he spoke up.
"Saiyans are… were a passionate race, Vegeta. It's what fuelled us along with our pride as a warrior race. It was why we were such fearsome fighters, relentless conquerors. When you take away the passion, what remains is just a shell of your former self. A person going through the motions. Being alive, and not really living." Nappa said with a serious expression, a strange glint in his eye.
The young prince said nothing for a time, merely looking at his advisor. After a time, he simply scoffed.
"I still think it's pointless and just a distraction. In this life we live, we're far better off without such ties."
The mammoth of a man shrugged, taking another swig of his drink from the bottle. "Whatever you say, Vegeta."
That was the last time he'd ever seen Nappa in that state until the day he died.
After that conversation, the big oaf had gone back to being his usual self, never even giving an indication that he remembered their talk. He'd never seen Nappa look so dour. He knew that the man had had a mate of his own before the planet was destroyed, and she along with it. With the way he acted after, he never gave any indication that losing his mate had changed something drastic in him. And Vegeta knew that if he ever had, he'd have scolded the older man for showing weakness. After all, the damage had already been done and there was no use looking back.
But now… he couldn't help but think that Nappa might have been right. Finding your mate and everything after isn't something that you can control. You're hit by total surprise and won't know what hit you until it was too late. He knew that now. And he had a feeling that no matter what he did, he would never be able to sever the tie.
Although if he was being really honest with himself, he wasn't sure he wanted to.
Nappa may have been a bumbling idiot with more brawn than brain, but at least in this aspect, he'd left Vegeta a bit of wisdom.
Not that he'd ever tell him that when he sees him again in hell one day. He'd kill him all over again. And yet somehow, he had a feeling the big brute was sporting one of his stupid grins on his face, going on and on about how he'd told him so.
Bulma kept unusually quiet, looking at the man who had come to her aid and was now carrying her away to… wherever it was he was taking her.
After Vegeta had cradled her into his arms, she'd opened her mouth to tell him that she could walk just fine. Her body felt better than ever and she was sure her legs would work more than perfectly. That was until he'd crossed the threshold and started walking down the pathway. One look at her surroundings and her voice had been stripped from her throat.
The scene before her had been one of absolute carnage.
The floor had been soaked in coagulated blood of different shades, going from the usual red to neon green. There were different body parts all over the show.
'Oh Kami, was that a brain?' She thought to herself, feeling her empty stomach start to roll. Vegeta didn't even bother stepping over or around them. His feet pushed them away as he walked past completely unfazed. She knew Vegeta had to have done some serious damage to the people here in his mission to rescue her, but she wasn't expecting something that looked straight out of a nightmare.
To avoid puking up bile over them both, she turned her face into his neck. His natural scent, untainted by sweat or blood, reached her nose and she unconsciously took a deep breath, filling her lungs with him. She immediately felt herself calm down, soothed by his presence and melted even more into his arms.
That worried her. Quite a bit actually.
A moment later, Vegeta turned into an open door leading to a blessedly clean room devoid of gore. He set her on her feet and walked over to a small pile of clothes, coming back to her with them in hand.
"Put these on. Your yellow suit was torn to shreds by those imbeciles. This is the only thing available here." He explained in an even voice, his facial expression neutral.
"Thank you." She said gently, taking the clothes and turning away, hearing his grunt of acknowledgement. Dropping the towel from her shoulders, she took off her wet leggings and boots and got dressed in a pink short sleeve lycra shirt and black full length leggings of the same make. She'd figure out how to put the armour on eventually. While she was getting dressed, her thoughts were racing at a hundred kilometres per second.
For the life of her, she couldn't figure out why she was so comfortable and easy going around Vegeta when, not so long ago, he'd been nothing but terrible to her and had insulted her greatly. He'd hurt her feelings with his callous actions and his cruel words. He'd taken what they'd done together and thrown it back in her face, making her feel dirty. Like she was a toy to be used then discarded quickly when her purpose was fulfilled.
And yet, here she was, feeling nothing but safe in his presence. It made no sense.
Then there was her matter with Yamcha.
Oh, Yamcha.
She knew that after her time with Vegeta, there was no way her relationship with him would be mended. He'd never forgive her for this. And she wasn't so sure she could blame him if he decided not to. It was a betrayal of the highest form. To take the man responsible for his demise into her bed, into… into her heart.
And that was where the problem was. That was where things just got so fucking complicated. She was feeling things for him that she shouldn't be feeling at all. She knew it wasn't right. None of it was. But she couldn't help it. Nor was she sure if she wanted to.
The heiress bowed her head, memories of the past few hours coming to the forefront. When she'd been thrown in that torture chamber and had her jumpsuit and shirt ripped off of her body by those savages, she'd felt so exposed and vulnerable. Unfortunately, her modesty being snatched away from her proved to be the least of her problems. She'd been beaten, her nose broken, her lungs punctured with her broken ribs, her back whipped raw to the point she was sure her bones had been visible. But the entire time she'd been suffering, she'd only had one person in mind. Not Yamcha. Not even her best friend and childhood hero, Goku.
No.
The one who dominated her mind during the attack was Vegeta. It was his name she'd been screaming out for. She'd wished more than anything that he'd burst through those steel doors and save her from her torment. Even after it was over and they'd tossed her back into his room.
Bulma had crawled over to the bed, tears mixed with blood streaming down her face. The sting of the salty fluid felt like small razors slicing through her cut lip, blood and snot dripping down her broken nose that she was struggling to breath with. She was in the worst pain she'd ever felt in her entire life and she'd wanted it to end.
Once she had expanded the last of her energy getting onto the mattress,she'd closed her eyes and in her mind, flashed an image of the Saiyan Prince standing tall, proud and strong, her last thought being him coming down like an angel of death on her tormentors before she'd blacked out.
When she'd awoken to the sensation of being on the move, she forced her one good eye open and lo and behold. It was Vegeta, his face covered in blood and gore, his eyes set straight, his full lips thinned into a grim line and his head held high. He'd looked like the devil who had returned from punishing his subordinates and was determined to drag some poor soul back with him to the darkest pits of the underworld.
She'd been so happy that she'd started crying.
Because he'd made it. He'd come back for her. And he avenged her just as she imagined he would. In his own ruthless style, brutal in his punishment. She knew it was wrong to be happy he'd killed those people but at that time, she hadn't cared in the slightest. Her heart had been full with nothing but joy and affection for the man who'd rained down hell upon his unsuspecting victims.
Bulma shook her head slightly, banishing those thoughts. They'd come from a mind that had been clouded by pain and suffering. Now that her head was more clear, she felt the doubts coming over her again. Not to mention, she was so fucking confused. She had so many questions.
Why had he come back for her? All these people he killed, did he do it for her or to satiate a lust for blood and mass destruction that he hadn't had the chance to feed since he arrived on Earth? Did he actually care about her or was this just something he did so he could get his wish from the dragon balls?
She put on her gloves and boots before putting her long, damp hair into a braid, heaving out a silent but heavy sigh.
All questions she had no clue where to get the answers to.
"Woman." Vegeta called out.
'Kami, would it kill him to use my name a little bit?' She mused, rolling her eyes slightly.
Bulma turned to face him, her mouth partially open to verbalize her thoughts. Only for her throat to close up and her mouth to go dry.
Vegeta hadn't put on his armour yet so he was still in his lycra suit, the tight material hugging his body in a way that made her feel hot. Suddenly, memories of the moment they shared came back with full clarity, how he handled her body so confidently, so boldly. How he'd made her feel a way that Yamcha never could manage to do.
The erotic slideshow was enough to make her thighs clench, as if her body knew that the source of the most earth shattering orgasm she'd ever experienced was standing right in front of her.
"Woman, did you hear me?"
The young genius shook herself out of her musings, cursing her mind for betraying her. Feeling embarrassed that he'd caught her staring, if the smug look on his face was any indication, she cleared her throat and responded.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" She looked at him, fighting the urge to direct her eyes away.
"I asked you what it was you were thinking so hard about."
Oh yeah, right. Like hell she was going to tell him she'd been fantasizing about him.
Pulling her shoulders back, she kept his gaze. "I wasn't thinking about anything in particular."
The prince merely smirked at her, easily seeing through her little cover up. He had a feeling he knew what her mind was on, she just didn't want to admit it. Which was fine by him. He was more than willing to play her little game.
"Really? Could've fooled me, woman." He said, inching his way towards her.
"Please. Don't flatter yourself, Vegeta. The world doesn't revolve around you, you know." Bulma rolled her eyes, putting a hand on her hip.
He chuckled, his smirk getting wider. "And when did I say that I was what you were thinking about? I'd just been commenting on how lost in thought you were."
Shit.
He caught her. She slipped up by making that cheeky comment. She'd ensnared herself in her own trap.
Getting that much closer to her, he saw the moment she realized her folly. Now to add the kicker.
"Although, it doesn't surprise me that I was what dominated your thoughts. I could smell your arousal from all the way across the room." He finished with a wolfish grin, her deer-in-headlights expression awakening the predator in him. And right now, he had his sights set on his prey.
Seeing her in Saiyan armour was doing things to him, making him want nothing more than to throw her down and ravage her until she went hoarse from the pleasure.
Before she could make a move, he closed the distance between them and wrapped an arm around her waist, burying his face in her neck. She heard him inhale deeply before he exhaled, his hot breath causing her to shudder, trying to ignore the chuckle against her skin. Bulma felt her heart begin to race, her palms becoming moist in her anticipation.
Just his presence was so intoxicating, he was barely doing anything and she felt herself undulate, her body begging for his touch, for him to give her another taste of the ecstasy only he could give her.
Kami help her, she was almost willing to beg him for it.
He pressed himself against her and slowly circled his hips, the evidence of his arousal hard against her. The feel of something warm and wet sliding across her neck in just the right spot had her whimpering quietly. She found herself panting, slightly mortified at how drenched she already was.
Lifting his head up, Vegeta leaned back slightly and looked into her eyes, the sapphire ring almost swallowed up completely by her blown out pupil, her pink lips parted slightly. Her eyes dropped to his lips, her tongue licking her own. She looked absolutely ravenous.
Without warning, the prince dipped his head and kissed her passionately, taking his time reacquainting himself with her. He felt her mouth open slightly and he wasted no time, feeling her tongue dance around his oh-so-sweetly, the innocent desire in the gesture making the base of his spine tingle with pleasure. With a mind of its own, his tail wrapped itself around her waist and squeezed, attempting to pull her even closer to him.
Bulma moaned quietly into his mouth, one hand wrapped around his neck, the other buried in his hair, holding tightly, making his body harden even more than it already was. He kissed her one last time before allowing her the chance to breathe, delicately sliding his lips down her neck.
"Vegeta…" she whispered, her voice filled with longing.
Suddenly, he felt something snap deep within his spirit.
With a growl emerging from his chest, he raised his head and crashed into her, devouring her petal soft lips with his own.
Bulma swallowed a gasp as she felt her back collide with a wall, any and all space between them annihilated. Her head was pulled back by a hand in her hair, shivering with delight at the sensation of him dragging his teeth up the column of her neck, the heat between them threatening to burn anything and everything in their path.
Her hips moved of their own volition, wanting… no, needing him more than she ever had. Bulma dragged her nails down his back. She was almost delirious with desire, her head feeling light and slightly dizzy.
Vegeta groaned at the sensations down his back and quickly, he grabbed her thighs and lifted her higher on the wall, feeling her legs wrap around him immediately. He raised his head and kissed her, his head swimming when feeling her return his fervor in kind.
For a moment, it occurred to him yet again that she'd nearly met her untimely end at the hands of those savages and that he wouldn't have been able to do this again. Hold her small body against his, smell her intoxicatingly sweet scent, taste her unique flavour, listen to the sounds of her pleasure, hear her scream his name in ecstasy. He'd nearly lost it all.
He had this overwhelming urge to just breathe all of her in, to get under her skin and mark her delicate flesh so that anyone who wanted to try and hurt her again would know exactly who would be paying them a visit.
And it wouldn't be a friendly one, that's for sure.
Lost in the overwhelming force of nature that was Vegeta, Bulma moaned a little louder when she felt something scrape her bottom lip. It felt a bit sharp. Wanting to know what that was, she pulled her head back slightly and lowered her gaze…
Only for her eyes to widen in surprise.
With his mouth slightly open, the heiress could see that Vegeta's canines had grown out quite a bit. To the point they almost touched his bottom lip. They looked much sharper than before, the points at the end as tiny as a needle's head.
Bulma was stunned. She'd never seen anything like that before. Although if she thought about it, the look suited him very well. It completed his image as the warrior prince who was very much looking like he wanted to feast on his unsuspecting prey. The idea should've frightened her. Or at the very least, it should've given her pause. But it didn't.
Oh no.
On the contrary, she felt her nipples tighten in response, the points dragging against the soft material of her clothes adding to the delicious torture. She found she was more than willing to play along and be his helpless prey.
'What the actual fuck?!' She yelled in her head, the previous train of thought dying away instantly. She closed her eyes and willed herself to focus, ignoring her body's call for release.
This is exactly what she'd been wondering about. How can she bend so easily to this man who was hot one moment, then glacial the next. Doubts started rearing their ugly faces up in her head again.
Despite her rapidly developing feelings for the warrior prince, she didn't know where he stood and the idea of giving herself to him when he may very well just dump her back on Earth when this was all over… that he could just leave her forever…
It made her feel sick.
So it was only natural when, almost without thinking, she blurted out a question she hadn't meant to verbalize. "Vegeta, why did you come back for me?"
It was as if a switch had been flipped. As soon as he'd registered her question, she watched as he began to shut down, the heat between them cooling almost instantly. He separated himself from her and took a step back. He stood in silence, an annoyed expression marring his handsome face.
The prince wasn't annoyed at her though. He knew she was well within her rights to ask him that question. After all, the last time they were alone, their parting words had been less than pleasant, especially on his end. So naturally, she'd be confused at his presence and wonder why the man who had berated her so horribly was the one who came to her aid when she needed it most.
No, what annoyed him was that he didn't have an answer to that question that didn't make him seem like a lovesick fool. He really didn't feel like telling her that he'd pretty much broken the sound barrier on his way to Frieza's ship after Ginyu had told him she'd been brought back.
Mercifully, he didn't have to think up some lame answer to her inquiry, she beat him to the punch with something much simpler. "How did you even know I was here? Last time you saw me, I was in the capsule house."
Well, now that she mentioned it.
"How did Ginyu even manage to find you in the first place?" He asked, pleased he succeeded in turning the tides on her. But he was also genuinely curious to know how that purple horned freak had found her. Did he somehow manage to stumble upon the cave coincidentally?
Vegeta saw her shoulders tense before her gaze moved slightly to his left. She was avoiding eye contact. Immediate red flag. She wouldn't do that unless she knew she'd fucked up. He felt suspicion start to come to the front. He just knew that whatever it was she was about to say, he wasn't going to like it at all.
The heiress pursed her lips, feeling uncharacteristically nervous to the point she stopped looking at him directly. She knew that no matter how she told her story, it'll always start the same way: That she'd defied him and left the capsule house when he vehemently told her not to.
The situation was about to get ugly. Kami help her.
Forcing her eyes to shift back to his, she gave him a wobbly smile before she spoke. "Yeah see, about that. It's a really funny story." She finished with a timid laugh.
"Is that so? This, I'm just dying to hear." He crossed his arms, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Which made her trepidation even worse. Vegeta usually used sarcasm when he was in a good mood or if he was trying to hold back his anger. And something told her what he was feeling wasn't the former.
Bulma slid the tip of her foot around in a circle, her hands behind her back. "See, the thing is, he found me… outside…"
"Outside? When you say 'outside' do you mean he found you standing outside the cave, basking in the rays of Namek's gloriously oppressive suns?" His joking tone seemed to somehow be devoid of humour.
She gave him a tight-lipped smile. "Not really."
"Then what, pray tell, do you mean by 'outside'?" He asked, his jaw tightly clenched.
Deciding there was no point in delaying the inevitable, Bulma heaved a sigh and told him the truth.
"I was trying to find Elder Tsuno's village not long after you left with Krillin and Gohan. The thought only came to me after-"
"After I specifically told you to stay put, you decide to do the opposite and go on a joyride to visit your jolly green friends! Do you have a death wish, you foolish woman?!" Unfathomable! He couldn't believe that she would do something so reckless after he'd basically said the Ginyu Force had arrived to sign their death warrants.
The heiress felt her eye twitch, not appreciating how he interrupted her. She knew he'd be angry at her decision and she didn't blame him. But he could at least let her finish explaining, for goodness sake!
She took a breath and continued her story. "No, Vegeta. I wasn't going for a social visit. It was really important that I found the village because I needed to get the-"
"What you needed to do was stay in the house like I told you to! Honestly woman, even a child can follow orders better than you!" Vegeta intervened, his fists clenched tightly. This woman was going to be the death of him one of these days.
Bulma growled, finally done with his shit. "Would you stop interrupting me for one fucking second?! I wasn't going to pay them a visit. I needed to get the password to summon the dragon so you guys could make the wishes!" She stepped forward, poking his chest with her finger. "At some point, because everything looks the same on this planet no matter where you turn, I eventually got lost. It was just dumb fucking luck that I'd been in his path at that time."
The prince blinked, not knowing this piece of information. So to summon the dragon, a password was needed.
How typical. Of course there's a fucking password. So even if the runts hadn't wasted time trying to fight him and they'd attempted to summon the dragon, it wouldn't have mattered since nothing would've happened anyway.
Vegeta scoffed, brushing her finger off of him. "Regardless, your efforts would have been wasted since, whether or not you'd succeeded, the Ginyu Force had already been too close. The village was too far away for you to get us the password and make our wishes in the nick of time."
The young genius grimaced, hating that he was right.
The moment she'd gotten lost, she should've known that she'd run out of time. The sensible thing to do at the time would've been to turn around and head back. But dammit, she'd been determined! At that time, they'd only had the one chance and she'd been against letting it go to waste knowing she could probably do something to prevent that from happening. Only for her to get dragged back over here and get beaten senseless. And for what?
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Something dark and ugly unfurled in her emotions as flashes of her torture went through her head, threatening to pull her under and sweep her away. Not wanting that to happen, she shelved them away in the 'Sort Later' part of her brain. She could always get therapy when she gets home.
Shaking her head, she inhaled deeply and looked at the man before her. "Okay, but I still wanna know how you found me."
Vegeta barely managed to suppress a sigh. Seemed there was no way to avoid that question. Gods above. "Ginyu told me you told him that Kakarot and I would be coming for you once that Third Class managed to make it to Namek. He'd only said that because the bald one had said Kakarot's name and apparently, you'd told him about the idiot."
"Wait a second! Does that mean Goku is here?! He's on Namek right now?!" Bulma asked, her heart threatening to jump out of her chest.
"He's busy fighting Ginyu and his lackey Jeice as we speak." He said with a nod.
The heiress clasped her hands together, gushing with joy knowing her best friend had finally arrived. "Goku! I knew he'd make it! He never lets us down!" A huge silly grin on her face.
Somehow, seeing her dreamy expression at Kakarot's arrival made him bitter. It was also a stark reminder that she was going to go back to that mudball planet she calls home when everything was said and done. And as for him, once Frieza was defeated?
He was a mercenary with no roots, no connections. He made his living destroying people's lives. He was feared across the universe and had enemies in all four corners. She'd never be completely safe with him. If anything, she'd be a weakness. Should anyone ever find out about their bond, they'd use her against him the same way he'd used Kakarot's whelp against him a month ago. And the last thing he needed was a snivelling woman following him around,
'No, she needs to go back to her life on Earth and move on. Be with her former mate, Yamchuck or whatever the hell the beta male's name is.' Vegeta pretended not to notice how his fangs throbbed, his blood boiling with murderous intent as the thought of that weakling being with her, touching her… kissing her, crossed his mind.
The moment his thoughts threatened to go beyond them just kissing, he cut them off. He might have gone on a brand new killing spree if he didn't.
'No one can touch her but us.' His Oozaru snarled, the beast in him less than pleased with Vegeta wanting to let her go.
'Life's tough. Suck it up.' He responded, the heaviness in his stomach daring to oppose his thoughts. Damn traitorous body.
"Hello! Earth to Vegeta!"
The prince snapped out of his musings, seeing a small, pale hand waving in front of his face. Looking at the woman, he saw her eyes were filled with worry.
"Would you stop that?" He growled out, grabbing her hand.
Bulma raised her eyebrow. "Hey, it's not my fault you couldn't hear me. Your face had turned all frightening for a second. You looked like you wanted to kill someone."
If only she knew.
"You're not wrong. I am frightening and dangerous. You'd be better off keeping your distance from me." He said, his hold on her hand tightening.
"Huh?" Bulma's head tilted to the side. Where did that come from? Honestly, the man gave her verbal whiplash sometimes with his abrupt subject changes.
The monarch frowned heavily at her. "Kakarot's whelp and the bald one went back to the house to look for you. Once they don't find you there, they'll probably spend some time searching for you before coming for the dragon balls. When they get here, I'll order them to take you and leave you back at the house. And when everything is said and done, they'll come back for you and you can all go home. I'll stay behind and fight Frieza to the death."
Bulma swallowed audibly, her stomach dropping at those words. "And when you've defeated him, what will you do next?"
Vegeta couldn't help but smirk a little. She'd said 'when' and not 'if'.
"I'll take my rightful place as ruler of the universe." He could just see it now. As word spread of Frieza's defeat at the hands of a Super Saiyan, all beings would tremble before his might. His smirk shifted to a small grin, already seeing everyone at the Planet Trade Organization bowing before their new master.
However, one of them wasn't so happy about that news.
Bulma's palms were moist, her hands trembling at the revelation. Her head felt light, she felt nauseous. Although she couldn't understand why she was so distraught at the thought since it was what she wanted. He said she was going to go home after the wishes were made. She should've been happy, yet she wasn't.
But if she was being honest with herself, she knew exactly why she felt like this.
She knew she'd never be able to forgive herself if she let him go about his merry way back to killing people when Frieza's throne was left vacant. He'd basically become the new Frieza, being a terror to trillions around the universe. She couldn't let that happen if she could do something about it.
That wasn't all there was to it. It went deeper than that.
'It's also because… I don't want him to leave me.' Bulma blinked when she felt her eyes burning. For all the confusion she felt, she just knew that she'd be unhappy without him. Her reservations had come from not knowing for certain how he felt about her. She knew he was attracted to her physically. But her fear had stemmed from whether he could be capable of being attracted to her emotionally.
With everything he's been through in his own life, expecting him to be open to receiving affection from her, or anyone for that matter, in a way that wasn't just through sex… it was a lot to ask. Not to mention, she'd be opening herself up to a world of heartbreak.
Vegeta was a wandering soul. He didn't settle with anyone. He didn't trust anyone. He abhorred weakness and saw any kind of positive display of affection as a liability. So it was a bad idea to want to attach herself to him beyond the physical. Downright stupid, really.
And yet…
'Life has a way of testing a person's will, either by having nothing happen at all or by having everything happen at once.' Like a butterfly landing softly on a flower, she smiled minutely at a new revelation.
Armed with one of her favourite quotes, she'd found the answer to all her questions.
Since she'd arrived on this planet, it's been one ordeal after the next. She'd been kidnapped, insulted, beaten and tortured by the bastards on this planet. She's had her worst nightmares come to life not once, but twice. She's literally been to hell and probably would've stayed there, if one person hadn't been around to drag her back to her feet.
Vegeta was in no way perfect. But he's been her saviour, the dark to her light. Like Yin and Yang, they balanced each other out. To her, they made perfect sense. And if she died now, she knew she'd be okay. Because she'd go with the knowledge that she'd finally found what she's been looking for ever since she met Goku on Mount Paozu all those years ago.
She'd found her perfect man. Her prince charming.
Her one true love.
And she'd be damned if she let him slip through her fingers while she still had oxygen in her lungs and blood flowing in her veins.
"Stop."
While she'd zoned out, he'd gotten dressed and was halfway towards the door before he'd halted at her words. He turned to face her, his eyebrow raised in curiosity. Steeling herself, she looked him dead in the eye and sealed her fate.
"When this is all over, come home with me."
"What did you just say?" He stepped back in shock, his eyes wide with astonishment.
"When you defeat Frieza, come back to Earth with me."
The prince couldn't believe his ears. He was sure his hearing was finally starting to fail. He searched her face, looking for any hint of deception or poor humour. All he found was a calm, confident woman looking dead into his blackened soul.
Gods above. She was serious.
"Woman, are you insane? Do you have any idea what you just asked me?!"
She nodded. "I've never been more sane than at this moment."
Vegeta felt his heart start to race. This wasn't happening. He wanted to yell at her, shake her and tell her the brutality she'd experienced had finally cracked her. Because there was just no way!
There was no way she was on the same wavelength as him.
Hadn't his thoughts been about this? About what would happen after Namek? And here she was basically reading his mind!
"Absolutely not! How could you even think to ask such a thing?!" He stepped towards her, his face twisted with anger.
Bulma pursed her lips, clenching her hands into fists. "Why not? Vegeta, you could have everything you want on Earth! You wouldn't have to kill people to get your way anymore! I'm from the most powerful and influential family in the world. You could be the equivalent of royalty back on Earth!"
"Everything I want?!" Vegeta got in her face, grabbing her upper arms. "Could you bring my planet back from destruction?! Bring my people back from extinction?! Stop Frieza from ever stepping foot on Planet Vegeta in the first place?!"
Kami, the look in his eyes made her heart bleed. His face was twisted in anger but his eyes, for a brief moment, gave her a look into his soul. He was shattered. Traumatized and hurt by the unfairness of it all, of a life he'd never gotten the chance to live. She desperately wanted to help him heal, show him that softness and kindness weren't a weakness.
"If I had the power to do all that, I would! But I can't! So I'm offering you the next best thing." Bulma never broke her gaze, wanting him to feel the sincerity of her words.
"The next best thing." He repeated with a sardonic laugh. "Tell me something, woman. Why are you so comfortable with the idea of having a mass murderer, a pillager and destroyer of planets in your home? Don't you fear the implications?"
She frowned at that. "What implications?"
The prince smiled mockingly at her, shaking his head like he was talking to a toddler. "Do you really think your family would be okay having me in your home, knowing who I am and what I've done? What about your friends that you want to wish back? Would they be okay with this? Would your mate be okay with knowing the man that fucked his woman was now living with her? They'd never forgive you for that."
Bulma flinched at his crude words, her heart twisting painfully. She knew he was saying all of this to scare her off her decision (and he was doing a pretty good job at it too) but what he said was true.
Her mother, being the ball of sunshine that she is, would probably overlook all of that because Vegeta was good looking and made her daughter happy. Her father, not so much. He would not be okay with having the man who kidnapped his daughter live under the same roof. Her friends, besides Gohan and Goku, would likely shun her for her decision. And Yamcha, he wouldn't be able to stomach her presence.
But…
"I'm not done." She said to his retreating form.
…It was a risk she was willing to take.
"If you won't come back with me, then I'll just go with you." She said, conviction in her tone.
Vegeta felt his throat close up, his head shaking ever so slowly. He was absolutely floored. "You're a fool."
"What did you call me?!" Bulma yelled.
"I said you're a fool!" He roared, his tail whipping the air behind him ferociously. "You think that option is any better?! You'd be following me to your doom! I make my living by killing! Would you be okay with that? Would you be okay with watching me destroy planets and strip others of their resources to build my empire?! Would you be able to sleep at night knowing that, by associating yourself with me, you immediately make yourself a target for assassination?!"
At her silence, he gave a dark laugh. "Of course not. You could barely do anything with the small amount of people here. What makes you think you'd fare any better against a galaxy worth of them?"
"Listen here buddy. My experiences on this planet don't speak for who I am as a whole. I'm more than capable of taking care of myself." She growled out.
Vegeta snorted, not believing her brave speech for a second.
"You think I'm joking?" She whispered softly. Something in her voice made him look at her, really look at her. The conviction in her eyes was shocking. She really believed in her statement. And something in him wasn't so sure she wasn't just blowing smoke in his face.
He released a sharp breath. "Why are you so determined to keep me around? What's the catch?!"
"There's no catch!" She said loudly before forcing herself to calm down. She took a deep breath and looked at him, taking him in fully. She knew her next words were either going to end in tears of joy or end in tears of sorrow. She was hoping against hope that it wasn't the latter.
Bulma took a step closer, a hair's breadth of space between them. "Vegeta, I'm not some naive little girl who's looking at you through rose coloured glasses. I know who you are, what you are, what you've done. I know exactly what you're capable of. The evidence is right there." She gestured towards the door.
She gave him a small smile. "But I also know that you're determined, brave and strong. So strong that you don't need to live the life you've endured under Frieza. And it doesn't have to end there. You want to build a new kingdom? So be it. Sign me up. I'll help you build one in a way that doesn't get you put on any more hit lists. I can help you get stronger with my inventions, help you improve in ways you've probably never considered. I would do anything and everything in my power to make you happy. I would give you… me. Wholly and truly."
Unbelievable.
Vegeta was astonished. Never in his life had anyone ever sworn themselves to him the way she just did. Nappa and Raditz had done it purely out of obligation. No one in the PTO held any respect for him. The ones that did only did it because they feared for their lives around him.
But Bulma. She meant every word. And her eyes, her beautiful eyes as blue as the ocean, held nothing but pure certitude. There was no malice in her words. No hidden clause in her offer. It was as clear as crystal.
Where did this woman come from?
She'd lived a sheltered, pampered life since the day she was born. Why was she so willing to throw that all away to be with him? A killer. A planetless prince of a near extinct race. It made no sense. He struggled to believe it was true.
And yet, somewhere deep in his jaded heart, he felt the strangest thing. The tiniest sliver of warm light had penetrated his defenses. A light brought on by the woman standing in front of him. It was immaculate. But loathe as he was to admit it, he also feared it. Such things were dangerous for someone like himself.
Though… was it really so wrong that for a fleeting second, he wanted it to be true?
"On the battlefield where Kakarot is, before we'd been interrupted, he'd spoken about how he'd been training at a hundred times gravity on his way here. His massive jump in power spoke of this feat. Would you be able to do the same for me?" He spoke, his eyes never leaving hers for a second.
Bulma felt her heart begin to speed up. 'Is he saying what I think he is?'
While what Goku did was very impressive in its own right, since a normal human would've been squashed at just ten times normal gravity, she was focused on the hidden words in Vegeta's statement. If she wasn't mistaken in her guess, he was telling her that he was truly considering her offer.
Breathing out a laugh, Bulma looked up at him. "My dad is a genius in his own right. He's where I get my brains from. So I'm not too surprised that he managed to create a machine that controls gravity for training purposes." Her smile widened. "But whatever he can do, I can definitely do better. So yes, I can build you a machine like that with some added extras to make it even more challenging."
Well, well, well.
The prince felt a sadistic smile spread. She was essentially saying that she was willing to make him even stronger than Kakarot.
'And who am I to turn down such a generous offer?' He mused, malicious joy spreading through his body.
The heiress gasped in pleasant surprise when she felt his tail wrap around her waist and pull her in sharply, her hands landing on his chest guard. The barely veiled excitement in his eyes lit her up with hope.
Vegeta dipped his head, his lips ghosting against hers as he spoke. "I feel I have to remind you I have enemies that will probably try and find me for retribution one of these days." He let his hand drift from her outer thigh, slowly making its way up her hip. His other hand sliding under her head, tangling his fingers in her soft hair.
Bulma smiled briefly, reveling in the feel of his exploration of her body. "Well then, they'll have to go through me."
"Really?" He asked, amusement dancing in his eyes.
"Mmm-hmm." Her smile turned into a smirk that mirrored his own. "Vegeta, I'm someone who, if I really wanted to, could easily lay waste to anyone who just looked at me wrong. If I was a bad person, I could kill so many people on Earth in a snap with the weapons I built in my teens, and no one would be able to stop me. No one. Not even Goku.
So rest assured, if anyone ever comes to Earth to try and take you away from me," she paused for a second to lay a soft, slow kiss on his lips, "I'll be more than happy to show them how painful being wrong can really be."
Gods. Have. Mercy.
Vegeta felt his body throb, tiny flames of pleasure licking across his skin. The look in her eyes, the concrete resolve and the hint of bloodlust in them thrilled him. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that she meant every word.
And oh, how much he longed to see her bring down her wrath on his adversaries. The poor fools would never know what hit them. His Oozaru grinned approvingly in his mind, the beast salivating at the pure savagery that this small slip of a woman in his arms was capable of.
He could almost see it. She, dressed in the armour she was wearing now, standing with one of her inventions in her hand, the machine smoking from use. The bodies of her victims, beings stronger than her in strength but not in cunning, laying before her. Her face streaked with their blood, a wild and fierce look in her eyes.
Heavens be damned.
Like a dam bursting at the seams, the imagery drove him forward to his target. He kissed her fiercely, his blood burning with unfiltered desire for the woman in his arms. He breathed her in, pulling her tighter to his body, wanting nothing more than to drown her with the intensity of his want.
Bulma responded in kind, happy beyond words at the outcome. He'd accepted her proposal. He accepted her. He hadn't used his words but this was Vegeta. He didn't need to. With Vegeta, when he chooses to let his actions speak instead of his words, that was when he was at his most sincere. And right now, he was telling her that he was willing to take the risk with her. He was content.
All that was left was to bask in the delicious heat of the inferno that was them.
Vegeta walked forward, making her take steps back. He inhaled her sharp breath as she felt her back collide against the wall. They were right back where they started. Only this time, he was going to make sure he saw things through to his goal.
Bulma writhing helplessly under him, singing his name as he worked her body. The orchestrator of her pleasure.
The prince broke contact, drinking in some much needed oxygen, before he buried his face in her neck. He burned a trail down her neck with open mouth kisses, grinning at the whimpers falling out of her mouth. He felt his fangs grow out again, his animal instincts wanting nothing more than for him to lay his mark, show everyone in this universe and the next that this woman was untouchable to anyone but himself.
He dragged his sharp teeth slightly up her neck, stopping above her carotid artery. He could see it jump beneath her skin with the rush of her vital fluid, feeling his mouth water knowing he could just sink his fangs in and all that warm, spicy blood would come rushing into his mouth and down his throat.
His nose picked up the tiniest hint of her fear, yet the scent of her arousal had only strengthened. She knew what he was thinking, she'd seen his fangs before, but the idea seemed to excite her even more.
Vegeta smiled wolfishly before he sucked on the skin, pulling away to see a dark red mark. As much as wanted to, he wouldn't bite her neck yet. No, he'd save that for after he had Frieza's head in his possession.
But that didn't mean he couldn't mark her in other places.
The prince stood up tall and kissed her, before dragging her bottom lip with his teeth, the sharp ends creating the smallest cut. A small bead of blood escaped and he lapped it up, groaning quietly at the taste.
Bulma's head was swimming. The only reason she remained upright was because of Vegeta. She felt his hands slowly wrap around her wrists before he pulled them up over her head. The submissive position was so unfamiliar to her, and yet her nipples tightened, her breath coming out in short gasps. She watched his head raise up, his eyes looking into hers. What she saw made her spine tingle.
His eyes, normally the colour of obsidian, were now a deep blood red. Combined with his elongated canines, he looked positively feral.
Vegeta saw her pupils blow wider at the sight of him. He grinned with a fierce edge, dragging his tongue over his fangs ever so slowly. He couldn't help but chuckle when he saw her body shiver with delight. It seemed she liked what she saw. That was good.
Which meant she was going to love what he did with them.
Keeping his eyes on hers, he unwound his tail from her waist, slowly tracing the curve of her body. He led the furry appendage over her stomach, leisurely dragging it down her hips. It travelled down her thigh before curling around and coming up inwards, getting closer and closer to its target.
She tried to move her hands but he held steady, slowing his tails ascent slightly, relishing in her frustrated sigh.
"What's wrong?" He asked in a deceptively sweet tone. "Is there something you want?"
Bulma frowned at him. "You know damn well what I want."
"Do I?" He tilted his head, his smug leer never leaving his lips. "I'm not too sure about that. Let me see. Could you want this?" He held her wrists with one hand, the other getting tangled in her hair as he bent her head back and buried his face in her neck, kissing a spot behind her ear that had her moaning softly in his. Her hips rolled against his, his body shuddering at the delicious friction.
"No. You want something more, don't you?" He breathed out, loving the game he was playing with her. She was at his mercy and she knew it.
She'd been so distracted, she didn't notice where his tail was. He slipped the appendage into her pants and led it down, down, down…
The heiress jerked when she felt Vegeta's tail drag over her lower lips. Coming up, it gathered her wetness and came to her clit, circling it at an achingly slow pace. Her head fell against the wall, a shameless moan escaping her at the new sensation.
"That's it." He said, his voice dropping low, the effect of it similar to silky smooth dark chocolate.
Bulma writhed her hips in time with his tail working its magic, panting like she was being deprived of oxygen. She'd never felt anything like this before. She wanted to run her hands down his back but he held fast, drinking in her every reaction. The bastard knew what he was doing and he was enjoying seeing her squirm so damn much.
She bit her lip, trying to suppress the sounds desperately wanting to escape her throat.
Vegeta was having none of that.
The Prince made his tail circle faster, swallowing her moans in his mouth, kissing her breathless. Pulling back slightly, he bit the tip of his glove and pulled it off, not caring where it fell.
All at once, he kissed her while his hand dived in and found her soaked pussy, sliding a finger in her entrance while playing with her faster.
Bulma's lips faltered, her mouth falling open. Her body was engulfed in flames, feeling herself rise to her toes involuntarily. He simply followed her, his sinister laugh making her clench around him.
"Vegeta." She groaned, frustration pouring out of her in waves.
He just smiled. "Still not enough? Gods, such a greedy woman you are." His tone was dripping with arrogance, the attitude of a man who knew how to deliver sweetest torture.
He upped the pace, watching her intently as she squirmed even harder. He pressed harder against her, stopping her attempt at adding friction. "Uh-uh, woman. If you want more, you're going to have to ask nicely."
Oh, her face was a picture right now. She gave him such a dirty look, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed in rapture. "No way. I don't beg."
"Oh? Well then, you'll just have to wait until I'm good and ready." Fuck, she made it so easy to rile her up. Looking her dead in her eyes, he slowed the pace of his tail as he curled his finger in a come hither motion.
Bulma groaned, hating how he was working her body so well. It felt so good but she needed more and he wouldn't give it to her! She desperately wanted to move her hips, drag her fingers through his hair but he had her in his command.
She opened her mouth to speak, only for her breath to catch when he switched up, circling his tail faster, adding another finger and fucking her slowly. It was the most exquisite torment on her body. A squeaky moan felt out her lips, unable to help herself.
She couldn't bear it anymore.
"Vegeta!" She cried out, her voice tinged in sweet anguish.
"Yes?" He playfully replied, knowing he had her where he wanted her.
"Oh please, please. I need more. Please, Vegeta!" She implored, beyond giving a damn at her begging.
He laughed, victory was his. "Now was that so hard?" Honestly, this was killing him as well but he had patience in abundance. Nothing gave him more pleasure than seeing Bulma an absolute wreck by his doing.
Giving her a quick kiss on her beautifully swollen lips, he quickly dropped to his knees and dragged her pants down. Using his tail to hold her body up, he swung under legs up and over, her thighs resting on her shoulders. His mouth watered as he saw something akin to morning dew on a delicate flower. Her pussy was positively soaked, dripping liquid down her thighs. He felt his cock throb painfully at the sight.
He wanted nothing more than to strip them both naked and fuck her until they both saw stars, feeling her wrapped tightly around him as he worked towards getting the closest to absolution he ever would. The prince turned his head to the side, leaving hot open mouth kisses on his way up. At the apex, he nibbled on the delicate skin, hinting at his intention.
Bulma panted heavily, her hands in his soft hair. She felt herself clench when she figured out what he was going to do. She so wished the armour wasn't in the way so she could play with her breasts. Sensory deprivation was a hell of a drug.
Raising his eyes to hers, he leaned in and slowly slid his tongue up her drenched lips, circling her clit and closing his mouth in a sensual kiss.
"Ah, yes." She moaned out, a blissful smile on her lips.
Vegeta ate her leisurely like he had all the time in the world. She dragged one hand through her hair, her back arching her body into a delicate curve. Bulma was thankful he held her by her waist since she was sure she would float away.
The prince held back a groan, tightening his fingers on her thighs. She smelled so sweet yet musky. Her taste akin to a ripe fruit bursting with fresh juice, a drop of her dew sliding down his chin. He had a feeling this would quickly become an addiction and he didn't think he'd mind being a slave to its clutches.
Moving up slightly, Vegeta ran his tongue over her clit as he slid his fingers back inside her, fucking her sensuously.
"Oh god!" Bulma cried out, a tight grip on his hair. She felt a familiar tightening in her abdomen. She was getting close. "Don't stop, oh please don't stop, Vegeta."
'That's it, Bulma. Let it all go.' He whispered in his head, a smug look on his face.
He pulled out the stops. Heating his fingers with his ki, he went faster, closing his mouth over her engorged nub and flicking his tongue with a single goal in mind.
She was going to come in his mouth, leaving her own personal brand all over him.
Bulma sobbed, tears of pleasure building in her eyes. Her cries quickly turned into gasps, slapping her hand against the wall. She felt Vegeta do something absolutely sinful with his fangs, and then…
The heiress yelled in rapture as she felt herself fall over the edge, her vision going white, her body vibrating with the power of her release. Her spirit sang, a glorious song of rapture taking her higher than she's ever been.
Vegeta removed his fingers and replaced them with his mouth, not letting a drop go to waste. He moaned against her, relishing her shudder against him from the vibrations of his voice. His gaze moved to the inside of her thigh, a feral expression crossing his face.
Without wasting time, he peeled his lips back and bit down on the soft skin of her inner thigh, his eyes almost rolling to the back of his head. Her velvety blood slid down his throat, a savage growl rising from his chest. With it, he felt something click into place in his chest. She'd permanently left her own small, unseen mark on him. As if from far away, he heard another cry come from her, feeling her body shake, overstimulated from all his attention. Whether it was more pain than pleasure, he couldn't know.
He did know one thing.
Bulma Briefs was his mate. And anyone who wanted to try and hurt again?
No dragon alive would be able to fix what he did to them, that was for damn sure.
The prince licked at the blood before pulling back to admire his handiwork. No one would be able to doubt who she belonged to if they ever saw it. Not that he'd ever allow a soul to see this. It was for his eyes only. His little secret mark. He smiled salaciously, his beast pleased at the outcome.
His head snapped up slightly.
'What the fuck was that?'
Concentrating a bit more, he bit back a curse when he felt two familiar ki signatures heading towards the ship. Kakarot's brat and the short one were close by.
What wonderful fucking timing.
His cock twitched as if it concurred with his sarcastic statement. It seemed they were done for the time being.
Slowly, he swung her legs over his shoulders and stood up. Despite the disturbance of their private time, he couldn't help it when a dirty smile crossed his lips.
The woman looked absolutely dazed, her eyes half lidded, her cheeks flushed and glowing, her chest rising and falling with her heavy breaths. She looked like she was well sated.
"Bulma." He said slowly in a deceptively innocent whisper.
"Hmm?" she responded, a soft smile on her lips.
Getting closer, he kissed her leisurely, letting her have a taste of herself. She caressed the side of his face, her actions unhurried and sweet. Pulling back, he leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "Unless you want our guests to catch an eyeful, I suggest you get dressed."
"Huh?" She blinked slowly, his words pulling her out of her haze. Did he just say guests?
Vegeta stepped back, raising his eyebrow at her. "We're about to have company and I don't think you want them to see you looking utterly ravished. Unless, of course, you're comfortable with public indecency."
Ugh. He had such a way with words.
Pulling her pants up, her eyes fell down to look at him and she cringed. There was no way he'd be able to hide that bulge. Even a blind person could see what was happening down there. That had to be uncomfortable.
Following her line of sight, Vegeta smirked before getting in her personal space again. "A minor interruption. You best get some rest. I'll be back to finish our play time a little later."
The dark promise in her eyes had her gulping, bringing up all sorts of fun little fantasies. Good Kami, the man was insatiable. And apparently, so was she.
He pressed a quick kiss to her lips before looking back at her with a serious expression. "Don't leave this room until I return. Anyone who isn't me, you yell at the top of your lungs. Do you understand?"
She gave him a quick salute, standing at full attention. He rolled his eyes, making her chuckle. She couldn't help it. He brought out her silliness when he was all serious sometimes. "Yes, I understand."
"Foolish woman." He said under his breath before turning and walking out the door, closing it behind him.
Bulma looked at it for a second before an ear splitting smile came on her face, lighting her up with happiness. She did a little wiggle, celebrating in the spacious bathroom. The heiress felt happier than she had in a very long time. Despite her doubts, her wish had actually come true. Once everything was said and done, they'd all go back home to Earth and live out their days in peace.
Against the odds, two fiery souls had come together as one.
A/N 2: And there we have it, folks! The two most stubborn people in the universe have finally made peace and have become official!
*Fireworks! Sparklers! Popped champagne! Cake and ice cream and all that good shit!*
LOL.
Anywho.
This is, I'm 1000% certain my longest chapter ever! My fingers are fucked XD. But it's all good. I just hope this was worth the year long wait. I even threw in a little smut for your patience! You're welcome ;D! Rest assured, even if it takes 10 years, this story will be completed. Nothing more painful than an incomplete story lol XD.
Also, did you notice the little easter egg I dropped in here? It's a homage to an underrated character to a very influential person to the DBZ universe. Plus the DBZ abridged reference. The person who guesses correctly gets a cookie XD.
If you're curious, the quote I used is by Paulo Coelho. It just fit right in with the theme of this section, you know?
I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter! Please don't be shy and let me know what you think! I hope it made sense and flows properly. Lemme know in the comments!
And as always, a big shoutout to vbtb 16, ThunderxShadow, Aspen, deasiacherry, GilliMelie and Trixie-chan for your reviews in the last chapter. You guys are amazing and real ones for sticking with me! I appreciate you!
Stay safe and healthy everyone! Peace, love and good vibes to you all! Until next time!
RR18