A/N: First of all, thank you to all my readers, especially hektols for the panoply of reviews and mallie-3 as well, for her own overwhelming reviews! Thanks also to kinglongoria for unwittingly helped me out of a major writer's block haha! Nearly 80 reviews since the last update and over 200 fav's! Wow! Tis great! Thanks again, folks! And I'm truly sorry for keeping you waiting for so long! You know how life can get! :D
Oh and Goldy, I know you felt that the get-together was a little too soon here, but you have to remember that circumstances changed everything in this story! Bulma/Vegeta interacted more often and Vegeta had his moments of vulnerability from time to time. One thing led to another and BOOM! And thanks a bunch, I really love writing the fight scenes haha!
And Jessica, it's great that you write lengthy reviews! I always love reading 'em hehe!
I'm Still So Deep - "I am just so blown away by these last few chapters of yours. This has easily become one of the best V/B fics I've ever had the pleasure of reading; I'd even put it in my top 3. That lemon was absolutely brilliant and descriptive; it was right up there with one of Niteryde or Tempesst's lemons. You have grown so much as a writer and these last few chapters really showcase that. Your characterizations are perfection, and every chapter plays out like a real episode (hell, it's even better than an actual episode! :D)" - Wow, you're literally killing me with the praise! Gosh, thanks so much, my dear friend! *blushes profusely*
Anyway, shit's about to go down here, homeboys/girls, so be prepared! There's a lot of insanely sharp 'n dirty lemon here, but I've made it a mild for FFN, so once again, be sure to check out the adult-fanfiction link on my profile page! :D
Chapter 40: Sweet Revenge
The Prince had just finished his workout at fifty times Earth's gravity and exited the large Capsule ship. Ever since he got his green card to train there, the audacious blue-haired wench re-configured the system, so it would lock down if pushed past level twenty. The outraged Saiyan demanded that she fix it, however, Bulma wouldn't have it, arguing that she would only be willing to shift the maximum gravity input by ten per day, at the very most. Apparently, if he trained too hard, he'd end up hurting himself! Curse her for being so overprotective! Perhaps she was getting back at him, after what had transpired in the shower, only days earlier. No, that couldn't be it. Knowing her, she had something else in mind for that, something that wasn't quite so mild or shallow.
"Hey, Vegeta!"
Oh, speak of the devil!
"What do you want?!" He hissed.
"Just wanted to invite over for a drink, by the swimming pool." She smiled sweetly, a tiny glint of mischief behind her deep oceans of everlasting azure. It was barely perceptible, but nothing could escape the hawk-eyed attention of the flame-haired Prince. "What do you say, my Saiyan?"
"Fine!" He huffed.
Bulma giggled and led the way. They sat down opposite each other, Vegeta's perusing gaze fixed upon her rather than his chardonnay glass filled with rich, golden wine and a succulent slice of lemon, wedged on top.
"What is it?" The heiress asked, feigning innocence.
"Nothing." He replied placidly, knowing that at least one of these drinks, was surely spiked, if not both of them. Not that any human drug could possibly cause him harm, but this went a lot deeper than just that. This was a challenge that he was loath to fail! His pride and sagacity were on the line here and he needed to choose right! Moreover, nothing would be more hilarious than turning her ruse, right back on her pretty little face.
"Look, Vegeta." She sighed, her shoulders slumping and her eyes shutting for a moment. Simultaneously, an idea hit the Prince and he surreptitiously switched the indistinguishable chardonnay glasses, before she could re-open her eyes. "If you think I'm trying to fool you, you've got me all wrong."
"Fool me?" He snorted. "As if you could ever fool me."
"I wouldn't be so sure." She furrowed her thin blue brows, cautiously sipping her glass and simultaneously, eyeing her lover. Vegeta's muscles tensed for a moment, as realization dawned on him that if she had indeed overdosed the drink, things could turn out real ugly for her! No, it would be fine, he reassured himself. The Namekian brat could always heal her. Besides, she'd only taken a tiny sip, so all would be okay and if not, they could always wish her back with the dragon balls, not that he'd let it come to that.
Bulma placed the drink back on the table.
"Why aren't you drinking, Vegeta?" She yawned, eyes half-lidded all of a sudden.
'Oh, so she did spike my drink!' He smirked inwardly, as he observed the visible signs of fatigue, etch her otherwise chipper features. 'That crafty little wench. She thought she was so clever!'
"W-Well?" She mumbled, voice scarcely audible. Bulma blinked slowly and her head wobbled a little.
"Oh, my bad." His lips quirked up and in one large swoosh, he guzzled the golden beverage, before him. The heiress suddenly gave him the most sinister of smiles and at that moment, alarm overtook him, setting root deep within. Seconds later, he felt his energy defenestrate, as he was assailed by an overwhelming rush of enervation.
The female quickly stood to her feet and approached him.
"Wh-Wh-What d-did y-you-"
Bulma grabbed Vegeta's head before it smashed through the aluminum table, smirking to herself, all the while. The plan worked! Yes! She would most certainly savor the sweet taste of revenge! It was time!
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A sharp, potent smell roused the Saiyan Prince awake. The first thing he saw was a bag of salt and holding it, a waggish blue-haired female, grinning widely and stupidly. He tried talking, but the gag around his mouth completely garbled his words.
"Rurr-ish-shish?!" He demanded, attempting to say "What is this?!". Taking in his surroundings, he realized that he was firmly secured to a quilted pad, attached to a long and wide wooden table, his arms horizontally aligned. His wrists were fastened on either side of him with thick, inbuilt, black leather straps and right above them, those infernal Ki restraints, which were glowing blue, signalling their activation. He tilted his head up, shifting his gaze forward. His waist was also tightly fastened in the middle, as were his lower shins, with two adjacent, unyielding straps. His tail was completely unresponsive, lying motionless between his legs. What the hell happened to it?!
Bulma laughed like there was no tomorrow, placing a hand on her forehead, as she heard his muffled curses. This was exactly what she'd anticipated. Her mirth only augmented, as he futilely attempted to writhe and squirm his way to freedom.
"Struggle all you want, tough guy, you're mine!" She proclaimed, arms akimbo and grin as prevalent as ever.
"Ruu-Rurrinn-Riiissshhhh!" He snarled, prompting another lengthy guffaw from the heiress, to his complete chagrin. What he meant to say was: "You fucking bitch!".
As Bulma finally cooled down, she cracked her neck a few times and rolled her shoulders back, before climbing on the table and bestriding the stroppy Saiyan's naked chest, with her bare, porcelain legs, skin on skin. Vegeta's eyes widened and only now did he realize that she was dressed in naught but her underwear and a spaghetti strapped, lavender singlet. He instantly felt his member begin to harden.
"Mmmm, looks delicious." Bulma licked her lips as her eyes turned towards the leaning tower, protruding from his near skin-tight spandex shorts. Vegeta's cheeks instantly went aflame. Damn this wily little seductress! What had she done to him?! And what about his tail?! "Anyway." She turned her impish eyes back to his. "First of all, let me assure you that your tail's gonna be alright within a few hours. I just sedated it, is all." He let out an inwards sigh of relief at that. "Didn't want it to interfere, before I got my game going. That aside, however, you're probably wondering what this place is."
He frowned at her, in a silent gesture for her to go on.
"This is what I call my 'treatment lab'." She announced. "I seized one of the guest rooms for myself but don't worry, you and I are the only ones here. I've soundproofed the walls, the ceiling and the floor, so no one's gonna know what I'm about to do to you."
"Rrrurr?" He uttered, his attempt at asking "what?". A rush of unsettlement coursed through him, alongside a sense of thrill that he tried suppressing.
"But first of all, you're probably wondering how I managed to get you here." She went on. "You see, that wine you drank was completely non-alcoholic and roughly 70% Xanax powder. Normally that wouldn't be near enough to bring down the mighty 'Prince of all Saiyans'." She did her best Vegeta imitation, as she spoke his title, triggering an indignant growl from the lump of muscle, below her. Bulma laughed it off and continued. "But even you can only take so much, after training for hours on end." She ran a hand through her blue locks, as she continued. "I also know how shrewd you can be, since you managed to nab five dragon balls right from under Frieza's grasp, back on Namek and so, I didn't underestimate you. I knew full well that you'd switch those wine glasses, the moment I let my guard down. But, unfortunately, I've seen 'Princess Bride' one too many times, to fall for that one hehe." A short pause followed. "Delivering you here wasn't so tough either. I just tethered those Ki restraints to your wrists and afterwards, put you inside an oxygenated repository capsule that I just happened to have with me. I literally had you in the palm of my hand, the whole way here. The rest is pretty much, history."
That duplicitous wench! She'd tricked him all along! She was only feigning enervation after sipping her drink, so that she could dupe him into chugging down his own! Damn her! And damn him for falling for such a simple ruse! She'd even added insult to injury, by reducing him to a pint-sized capsule, if only momentarily! This was completely unforgivable!
"And now, it's about time we got started." She gave him her best cheshire cat grin and removed her silken shirt and her cotton bra and panties, without delay, giving him a full view of her sacred, florid centre and those perfect, perky mounds. The Saiyan's eyes gaped wide open, heart lurching and cheeks flaming ten shades of crimson, as his member became fully upright. Oh Gods he wanted to touch her so bad. "You like that, huh, you little pervert?!" She exclaimed puckishly, smirking as she spun the pink undergarments around her index finger. He growled louder this time, vexed that he was unable to respond to her jibes. Curse her! "Let's see how much you like this, dirty Saiyan." Bulma placed her panties on his face, chortling in complacence, as she heard the smothered protests beneath, his voice as gravelly as ever. Unsurprisingly, however, the sounds slowly died down, and Vegeta shut his eyes, overcome with a surge of reinvigorated desire, as he inhaled deeply, flooding his nostrils with the sweet, entrancing fragrance, soaked nicely in the fine cotton. By the heavens, her redolent scent was truly exhilarating and mind-numbing. It ran it's way through every path within his sinewy figure, setting his blood cells, alight.
Vegeta's entire body sank downwards and was still as marble, making it appear as though he were an inbuilt part of the quad-legged table that he was tied to. He badly wanted a taste of the palatable, heavenly treasures within her! It made him feel so paltry and feeble, but he just couldn't help it any longer! She was driving him crazy! In all this time, he hadn't gone down on her! Why hadn't he?! For some stupid reason, it had always slipped his mind! Truth be told, he hadn't pleasured a woman that way all his life. He'd always gotten it over as quickly as possible, till Bulma came along and added more flavor to the ride.
Within mere seconds of his silence, the heiress grew jealous of her own panties and decided that it was time to go to the next level! "Enough of this!" She pulled them away, earning yet another indignant growl from the Saiyan! She carelessly tossed her underwear behind her and placed her feet flat on the quilt, an inch above either of his brawny shoulders, offering him an even better view of her already moistened core. "Now then, I'm gonna take off your gag, but you have to promise to behave, understood?!" She knit her brows.
A minute went by, before he nodded slowly, wanting nothing more than to rip through these blasted confines and put that mettlesome little vixen in her place, but the rational part of him urging that he play along with her lewd game, for now, since it would help secure his freedom in the long-run.
"Great!" Bulma tilted his head up and untied the gag from behind, before unwinding it and casting it away. The Prince licked his lips a few times, in a bid to rid himself of that horrid, cloth-like taste, before giving her a nasty glare. "So, anyway." The heiress interlaced her fingers and thrust her arms forward, cracking her finger and elbow joints, completely impervious to her lover's deathly stare. "You probably don't know this." She stood up, right above him, arms crossed beneath her chest, now giving him a direct view of her scarlet nub. "But I did gymnastics when I was a little girl and I even won the silver medal, back in high school." She divulged. "You know what my favourite move was?" Vegeta was hardly listening to her pretentious blather, his eyes roaming the insides of her exquisite legs and thighs, all the way up to the focal point, her rich, carmine wetness that was practically begging to be devoured. "The middle split."
"Wh-what?" Vegeta stammered, getting a good sense of where she was going with this.
A/N: Strong lemon follows for quite a while and I've had to censor it, due to fanfiction's policies (so sorry about that). The full version's available, however. Just copy-and-paste the 'ArchiveOfOurOwn' (Ao3) link on my profile page and you'll see it (alternatively, you can copy-and-paste the adult-fanfiction link, but Ao3's better xD). =P
Summarized version: Bulma rides Vegeta's face, till she releases herself and after a short break, they engage in some number 69 xD.
XOXOXOXO
A good half hour passed and the odd pair were in their room, dozing off after yet another heated romp. Bulma had agreed to release Vegeta, so long as he conceded this round to her and allowed a week-long truce, before they engaged in yet another battle of wits. Though the Saiyan's initial plan was simply to go along and violate his word, the moment he was unshackled, the heiress reminded him that doing so would only mean taking the coward's way out. Thus, he decided that after a week passed by, he'd beat her in her own game and show her what it meant to challenge a true Saiyan Prince.
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Five days went by normally enough, with Vegeta finally reaching 100 Gs in the gravitron. God, his strength was rising immensely now! By his estimate, it would be a mere few months, before he re-acquired the legendary power he'd possessed, when he'd put a hole through the almighty Frieza, himself! But he wouldn't stop there! He'd continue training relentlessly and surpass all bounds and limitations! No one would stand in his path towards true greatness! He considered taking the easy way out, by demanding that the Namekian whelp heal him, every time he pushed himself near death, thus taking full advantage of any Zenkai power-ups that were sure to ensue. However, his pride strictly forbade it! He didn't require anyone's help! The gravity room provided everything he would ever need!
As he was in the midst of a lengthy set of inverted sit ups, he picked up a notable Ki signal on the front door of Capsule Corporation. Rage boiled through him, as his senses identified none other than the scar-faced coward. How dare he presume to show his detestable face here, after what had transpired, just over a week ago?! He flipped off the pull up bar and went over to the central console, pressing the "off" button, before opening the hatch and heading out the gravity chamber to meet the inferior Earthling.
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Yamcha arrived at CC and timidly rang the door bell a good few times, before he heard the footsteps of a fuming Bulma, rushing down the stairs.
"Dammit, I'm coming, I'm coming!" She yelled.
The scarred man bit his lip nervously, as he awaited her. The heiress opened the door and her jaw fell slightly, as she was greeted with the startling sight of her ex lover, scratching his head sheepishly.
"Uh- Yamcha?"
"H-Hey, Bulma." He smiled tremulously.
"Umm- Hi?" She replied weakly, before shaking the dumb look off her face and repeating, with more poise. "Hi!"
"How are you?"
"I was fine, till you showed up." She japed.
"Huh?"
"It was a joke, stupid." She frowned, folding her arms. "Anyway, I'm glad you dropped by. So what's up? Did you come here just to see my gorgeous face or what?" The heiress winked.
"Hehe, w-well no." A mild blush tinted Yamcha's cheeks. 'Geez, same old Bulma.' He thought to himself. The scarred man suddenly knit his brows, as he sensed an unwanted presence behind him and whirled around. All color drained from his face, upon taking in the sight of an incensed Vegeta, a feral grimace contorting his visage. That murderous look alone was darn near enough to chill him, right down to the bone.
"You." The Prince said in a deathly, low voice, as he clenched his fists. "You dare to step foot here?!"
"Vegeta?" Bulma put herself in between the two warriors. Oh shit! He was still pissed off about what happened the last time! "Hey, just relax, would you?! Don't do anything stup-"
"Back away!" The Prince yelled, whereby the stunned heiress fell on her rear.
"Hey, leave her alone!" Yamcha demanded, taking a threatening step forward.
"Or what?!" The Prince smirked wickedly, keeping his Ki suppressed, just so he could lure the weakling into a false sense of security.
"Or I'll kill you!" He scrunched his brows, promisingly.
"That's just what I wanted to hear!" Vegeta's smirk widened into a sinister grin, as he assumed a battle stance, Yamcha following suite, though he was put off by the overtly confident demeanor, about the Saiyan. A few seconds ticked by, both fighters ignoring the Bulma's enraged protests. Luckily for them, the heiress was clever enough not to jump in the way this time, lest she sport another brutal injury or worse.
"We don't have to do this, Vegeta." Yamcha said tactfully.
"Yamcha's right, dammit!" Bulma cried. "There's no need for this!"
"Tell me something, weakling." The Prince smiled smugly. The scar-faced man scowled, taking great offence to the Saiyan's demeaning jibe. "When they wished you back to life, did you leave your balls behind in the afterworld?"
"Vegeta, would you shut up?!" The heiress yelled. She looked towards her ex, observing his fury climb higher and higher with each passing moment. "Yamcha, just ignore him! He's an idiot! He doesn't know any better!"
"Well, eunuch?" Vegeta pressed on, cackling inwardly. Now pushed past his melting point, Yamcha roared loudly as his Ki flared around him, instantly going on the offensive, in spite of Bulma's loud and vehement objections. The Saiyan easily blocked the attacks headed his way, not even bothering to strike back.
"You know, I'm hardly even trying here."
"Fuck you, asshole!" The scarred man took it up a notch as they went airborne, but to no avail. A minute or so passed and he was already beginning to feel exhausted. Dammit, just what was going on?! The last time they fought, Vegeta was on the losing end, but now, he was just toying with him, as though here were nothing! How dare he?! Vegeta suddenly vanished and Yamcha was agape, as his foot hit the empty air, in front of him.
"Behind you, weakling!" Vegeta boldly exclaimed, folding his arms and standing pompously midair. The scarred man whirled around, in astonishment. "You know, I had no clue that losing your balls would effect your fighting capabilities, this much. Then again, you were never anything special to begin with, so I suppose I shouldn't be surprised." He jeered. "I mean, honestly, what could be more humiliating then getting killed by a Saibaman?! Hahahaha!"
"FUCKING BASTARD!" Yamcha bellowed, placing his fists by his side, as a fiery red aura enveloped him and his muscles augmented. He would no longer hold back! Vegeta's eyes narrowed in surprise. "KAIO-KEN TIMES THREE!"
The former bandit shot towards the Prince at supersonic speeds. Vegeta grimaced, as he was scarcely able to avoid a blow headed his way. It seemed that this human learned the same technique that Kakarot had, in Otherworld! He never knew he had it in him! Truly astounding! The Saiyan upped his game a little and vanished once again, appearing behind the scarred man and landing a hard knife hand, right on the nape of his neck. The crimson aura of the Kaio-Ken dissipated immediately and Yamcha fell towards the ground, barely clinging to consciousness.
'Impossible.' The scarred man thought to himself, as his body plummeted. 'I never stood a chance. How did he get so strong?'
Bulma let out a bloodcurdling scream and instantly rushed to Yamcha's side, as her ex landed in the dirt.
"Yamcha, Yamcha!" She yelled frantically, grabbing either side of his face, tears brimming her azure eyes. "Talk to me!" The scarred man forced his eyes open.
"B-Bulma?" His lips quirked up slightly. "Don't worry, Bulma. I- I'm okay."
"You idiot, what the hell were you thinking?!" She shrieked. "I told you not to let his words get to you! Seriously, what is wrong with you?! Are you that bent on getting yourself killed?! Again?!"
"Well- uh- n-no." He mumbled, shamefacedly. He'd messed up big time! Surely that bastard Vegeta would have his head now!
The Prince landed nearby, watching the scene playing before him, with a glint of amusement in his ebony eyes. Now that he'd gotten back at that fool, he wasn't really interested in finishing him off, so long as he stayed out of his business. Honestly, why even bother? As far as he was concerned, he didn't deserve the honor of being killed by a Saiyan Prince! He walked over to the former lovers, looming over Yamcha's virtually limp, figure.
"Well, I must admit, you're a lot stronger than I expected, but don't let that go to your head, weakling." He stated. Both Bulma and Yamcha looked up at him with nasty glares. "I was barely even using a quarter of my full strength against you." The scarred man blanched, as he absorbed that horrifying newsflash. Surely Vegeta was bluffing. He had to be! However, what he heard so far was trivial, in comparison to the abrupt and utterly inconceivable statement that followed. "Also, know this. As of yet, I'm not even one-tenth as powerful as I was back on Namek and that's before I transformed into a Super Saiyan."
Yamcha was speechless, stunned beyond words! Was Vegeta really telling the truth?! It couldn't be! If it were, then he could never hope to reach such monumental heights in strength, even if he lived to be a thousand years old! The gap between their powers was completely unbridgeable!
"You humans are weak!" The Prince scorned. "The Saiyans will always be the strongest, for our powers grow without end! Never forget that! Let this be a warning to you! Next time, I won't be so generous!" He promptly walked past him, deciding that he'd likely given the miserable human enough of a fright, for at least one lifetime.
"Hey!" Bulma stood up and strutted over to Vegeta.
The Prince turned around, only to receive a surprise slap, right across the face.
"Why, you-"
"Shut up, asshole!" The heiress shrilled, repeatedly prodding his bare chest with her index finger, whereby he flinched. "Never forget this, O Mighty Prince of morons! You're living on our planet, eating our food and using our training equipment to intensify that strength, which you happen to love so much! Pull a stunt like that again and I'll close the gravity room down for good, you understand that, buster?!"
"You wouldn't dare!" The Saiyan fired back.
"Try me, jerk!"
"I'll just fly the capsule ship somewhere else!" He threatened. "Then what?!"
"Oh yeah?!" Bulma challenged. "Who's gonna repair it for you, when it inevitably breaks down or runs out of fuel, huh?!"
"I- uh-"
"That's what I thought!" The heiress smirked, arms arrogantly akimbo.
"Damn you!" The Prince growled. "You always ruin the moment!" He promptly swivelled back around, hurrying towards the gravitron to continue his training, whilst brooding angrily about a certain insufferable, nosy, blue-haired wench, who felt the need to interfere with his affairs, at every turn!
Bulma giggled at his last statement and couldn't help it, as her expression softened. She just couldn't get enough of that moody Saiyan! He would definitely feel sour towards her for a while, but she'd make it up with yet another mind-boggling round of steamy love-making.
The heiress sauntered back over to Yamcha, who was looking back at her in absolute disbelief! Since when had Bulma grown a set of balls that big?! And was she really in any position to dub him as suicidal, given what had just materialized, before his very eyes? How on Earth was she even breathing, after addressing Vegeta so impertinently?! God, this was the Bulma he loved so dearly, only ten times more assertive and foolhardy! If only she could jump back in his arms and ditch the nasty Saiyan!
"Hey, hang in there, Yamcha, I'm gonna ask Dende to heal you, 'kay?"
"Uh- okay- umm- wait, Bulma!" The scarred man called out, just as she was headed inside.
"Huh? What's up?!" She walked back over to him, kneeling down.
"I wanted to give you something." He placed his hand in his left pocket and pulled out a beautiful, white gold bracelet, with triple diamond studs in the centre.
"Whoa, Yamcha, don't tell me that's-"
"Yep, I found it in buried beneath the sofa, back at my place haha." He laughed, as he saw her eyes tear up. Her mother gave her that bracelet, for her eighteenth birthday, but she'd been foolish enough to take it off and lose it, a few years back. The loving and ever-so-kind Mrs. Brief had of course, forgiven her right away, but she'd never forgiven herself.
"Oh my God, that's so sweet!" She exclaimed cheerily and pulled her ex up into a tight embrace, while the latter grinned, loving the feel of her soft skin. Bulma pulled back and looked him in the eye, smiling benignly. "Thank you so much, Yamcha!"
"Hey, you know I'd do anything for you, Bulma."
"Yeah, I know." She chuckled. "Friends forever?" She asked him. His face fell at that. He'd truly been hoping for more. Then again, perhaps he could wait and bide his time. Surely, Bulma had to see that Vegeta was all wrong for her! She belonged with him and he refused to give up his endeavor to recapture her heart! "Yamcha?"
"Friends forever." He nodded and she smiled, enveloping him in another hug. Bulma truly felt her heart kindle with joy! She had Yamcha back in her life and she wasn't going to let him go! Of course Vegeta wouldn't be too thrilled at the idea, but hopefully, she could be the bridge between those two lunkheads! After all, she loved them both, only in different ways!
A/N: Seems Yamcha's determined to get back the girl he loves! But what will Vegeta have to say about it?! How will things fare from now on?! Guess we'll see next time, so remember to review/follow/favourite, my friends! :D
Thanks again, everyone! Much love to all of you! :D
Power levels:
Yamcha: 18 000
With Kaio-Ken x 3: 54 000
(Yep, that means Yamcha can defeat any members of the Ginyu Force, minus Captain Ginyu!)
Vegeta: 250 000
1/4 strength: 62 500