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Vegeta's Tail	By : MzD Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 5250 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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- 19
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z and I make no money from this story.
Warning: Swearing and mild lemon content.

Chapter 18

Space Frustration
In the depths of space, moving away from New Namek a small spaceship was travelling to an uncertain destination. Bulma sat in her pilot chair with a blanket wrapped around her. She had plotted the course as instructed and Vegeta seemed pleased with her set up. He had left her without comment of any good job she had done. He was now completely different than before. Even before they got together and were just house mates he was more polite. He would at least not threaten to kill her. He was back to the monster he was, the alien prince that was under Frieza's control. He still couldn't believe Frieza was dead and they were going into the very heart of the Kold Empire.
Bulma was sure there would still be remnants of the army left over. She pulled her blanket tighter around her and snuggled down into her pilot's chair. The chair, even reclined was very uncomfortable. It also didn't help that she was feeling incredibly miserable and horny. It was over 24 hours now since she'd had sex with Vegeta and her body was telling her about it. Her tail had been constantly twitching for 6 hours and she was keeping her blanket around so if Vegeta did come in to order her around again she could hide her obvious sexual frustration. She doubted she could hide her smell though and wished she could run to her room for some of her expensive perfume.
She groaned again as she turned and felt a tremble within her body. The ship was in autopilot and downstairs was a shadow of her husband. The same body, the same intellect and power. There was just no emotion there. She couldn't go to him to ask him to make love to her, he didn't' know what love was. He was empty or the feelings she'd seen where locked up tight inside him.
'Like I could ever unlock him,' Bulma thought. 'I wonder if I could drug him again?' Her groin was tingling. She refused to relieve herself and masturbate. Not with HIM downstairs. She had locked the hatch but that didn't mean he couldn't get through. He was a Saiyan, he could punch his way through that door like it was tin foil. Plus she knew that no matter what she did to herself there would be no way she could feel satisfied.
Bulma watched the hatch door in the darkness of the room. Part of her was wishing Vegeta would burst through and rape her. Another was wanting to be back home, safe in a soft bed with her son beside her in his cot.
Bulma checked she still had an emergency capsule that could keep her safe. She held it tight in her fist. She would protect herself even if her body would reject that idea. Her tail twitched, it always seemed to do that when she was feeling sexually frustrated. It was one of the annoying things about it.
Bulma moved again in the chair. There was no way she could survive the journey without sex. She had become addicted to it. She had become addicted to Vegeta. She mildly wondered if this was part of the bond that Vegeta had always gone on about since their wedding.
Down in the lower level of the ship, the Saiyan prince in question was having just as much trouble. He was trying to work out the training facility. It was obvious it was where his other self trained. He needed to work out to test the limits of his new found power. He needed to ditch the woman as soon as possible.
Her very presence was making his body feel the need to rut. Her smell her was so potent and it was everywhere! he thought he was safe in this room but once he'd eliminated his own smell there was hers. It was small flowery type smell. It reminded him how much he hated flowers. 'What did that Namekin call her?' He wondered, 'Bulma? Doesn't that mean bloomers?'
He paused at the door as he thought about going to see her. He then went back to his original position. 'Idiot, what do you think you're doing?' He told himself, 'She's only a weakling, she'd break.' But then she did claim to be his mate. He found himself thinking about. To be mated with you did need to have sex. So unless he had been extremely gentle she could take some Saiyan savageness.
'Why do I care about breaking her?'
"She's only a worthless human," he found himself muttering.
'Worthless enough to make a ship and pilot it,' his thought countered.
"I don't care I need to fuck."
'You know you're crazy when you speak to your own thoughts.'
Vegeta grunted and didn't return a comment to the stray voice in his head. Part of him knew what he had to do it was the only way to get the sex demons out of his head and his murderous ones back. Beside the weird bitch was probably gagging for him. He would up the charm and whoo the wench. Prince Vegeta always got what he wanted... always. If he could just find a way to gag her high pitched voice he could possible get his pleasure from her.
00
Bulma was still having trouble sleeping. Her own sex demon voices had rose up. She wanted Vegeta and she wasn't able to have him. Bulma was a girl that always got what she wanted. The very concept of something she wanted being within reach but not able to touch was an alien concept. It riled up her hot temper and wound herself up more with her inner conscious, her spoilt self and her cool more scientific self. It felt like her mind was being split in two as she bounced between her personalities.
'Just rape him!'
She growled and flipped again.
'Use the gas you stole!'
Bulma had taken some gas bombs from the space pirates. She had mostly grabbed them out of morbid curiosity. She could put on her space suit and gas him.
'Men are so easy, you could arouse him with no effort what so ever.'
Bulma sat up, she could just get in her space suit just in case. She tried to convince herself she wasn't going to do it. She wasn't that desperate for sex.
'Yes I am, I want sex NOW!'
Before Bulma knew it she was sat back in her chair in her space suit and fingering the bomb. It would be a death wish if she did it. She could do it as one last big bang before she died.
"Big bang, good one Bulma," she chuckled.
She was broken from her own amusement by a noise form down below.
'Darn, he's still moving about.'
Bulma said more than darn when she heard a clank on the steel ladder, 'FUCK! He's coming up here!'
She leapt back into her chair and swore some more. She was still in her space suit, how could she explain that one?
'He's probably coming to kill me now,' she thought, 'either that or to rape me.'
Images raced through Bulma's mind. Vegeta bursting through the door holding her down, ripping her suit and his own clothes off. Pressing his hot, sweaty body against her cooler, scared trembling flesh. Her hands grabbing his rounded muscular buttocks, giving them a good squeeze as he nibbled on her neck.
These horny thoughts haunted her mind as Bulma's tail squirmed inside her suit. She couldn't have it outside the space suit. Now she wished she'd taken more time and designed a special attachment for it. The tail was tickling her back leg and it wouldn't stay still since she'd managed to turn herself on so much just with a daydream
There was a chap on the door.
"Woman are you awake?" He whispered.
'What's going on? Hasn't he come here to kill me?'
"I have need of you."
"Yeah?" Part of her leapt up in joy. He must remember her, 'he needs me?'
"I want to fuck."
"WHAT KIND OF COME ON IS THAT?!" She screamed, Bulma wasn't going to submit even if she did want it. She tried to force out any of her thoughts of shouting out 'yes please.'
"Is that any way to speak to the Prince of Saiyans," Vegeta yelled back.
"I'M NOT DOING ANYTHING WITH YOU YOU MURDERING BASTARD!"
"I could easily break through this flimsy door!"
"So...?" Bulma paused. She wasn't going to submit to him. She had her pride, she would rape him before she would let him just fuck her. What the hell was he doing asking? Didn't the Prince of Saiyans take?
"I don't care, I don't want to!" 'Ooh I am such a good liar.'
"I thought you might be feeling the need to mate with me." Vegeta purred through the door. He knew he could break through the hatch. The only thing that stopped him was he wanted her to come to him. He had expected her to be quietly submissive.
"I don't need anything from you except my old Vegeta back!"
"He's gone woman, whoever he was, there's nothing left of him, those were memories that were all destroyed remember? That wish you made killed him." Vegeta sneered. "We had the same past, so part of him is right here... let's fuck."
"Ooooh, you savage fucking monkey!" Bulma snapped. For some reason she found her courage again to talk back to him. Perhaps it was because she was so angry and there was some false security from the door. Whatever it was Bulma was in her 'take no shit' mood.
"I'd rather you'd fuck yourself!"
"Stop mucking around I know you want me," Vegeta growled, "I can smell you from here."
'But I'm wearing a space suit?' Bulma thought, 'no, he's bluffing, better play along. There's no way his sense of smell is that good.'
"Ahhhh!" She screamed, "how dare you!"
Behind the door Vegeta smirked, 'I knew it she's gagging for it.'
"Fine woman, I'm coming in."
"I'm not your woman!" She yelled. If she was going to die she was going down screaming, "I'm just Bulma to you!"
"Open up or your name will be dead meat!"
With a yelp Bulma pushed the door locks and a light blinked green, it was now open. There was a thud as her hatch opened up. Bulma screamed again as she saw the spiky hair entering. The wolf was no longer at the door he was in her secure hiding place. She chucked the small bomb. It exploded sending a cloud of the purple knock out gas.
"What the fuck?" Vegeta growled, "you think this can defeat the Prince of Saiyans?"
"The Prince of Assholes more like it!" Bulma yelled.
"Don't you know Kakarrot's a Saiyan too?" Vegeta said. "You're calling him an asshole and his offspring."
"I don't care," Bulma growled, "you're an asshole and the Prince of them all. I never said anything about Saiyans."
Vegeta coughed, "what the hell was that?"
"Knock out gas," Bulma said smiling. She was safe in her air tight suit.
"It won't work I'm a super Saiyan," Vegeta said advancing on her.
"I know..." Bulma whispered, "still doesn't mean you can try those lame ass moves on a woman. I do have my pride."
Vegeta chuckled, "you don't know anything about pri..." Then he toppled over, like a small tree being felled. He swooned backwards, straight as a board and landed on his back.
"Ain't got pride now," Bulma snorted, "the nerve! Asking to have sex just like that! Whatever happened to 'Woman I have a proposition?' I guess the older Vegeta really was smarter!" The first time Vegeta had asked her for sex he had used that very line on her. The proposal of a trail sex had seemed like a good offer at the time. Especially when he had worded it in a way that made her have a choice in the matter. "Next time try a more gentlemanly manner.
Then Bulma noticed she was talking to herself and fell silent, 'Nothing worse than a crazy woman in space.'
She flicked a switch on her control panel and checked it was still on path and with a simple alert system set up. She looked down at the sleeping prince. She was a crazy woman with a homicidal maniac as a husband then so be it. She tried lifting her 'darling' with a lot of difficulty into the pilot's seat and wrapped in a blanket. She was going to get some decent sleep even if it mean knocking him out and risking her life.
'I need my beauty sleep,' Bulma thought. Her tail twitched inside her suit, it had different ideas but Bulma wasn't listening. 'No, no sex with murdering bastard,' She gave him a soft caress as she made sure he was still breathing. He was fine and she stomped down to the bedroom in her bulky spacesuit. She made sure to lock the door from the outside to keep him and the gas in.
As she entered her sleeping quarters she pulled off her spacesuit and grabbed some tape. She wrapped her tail up in a blanket so it couldn't thrash around as much. It fell heavily down against her thigh with a sign of defeat. The tingling sensation was still there but it was dulled at least. Bulma sprayed her body with her smelliest perfume. She knew how much Vegeta hated the stuff, she just needed a chance to sleep. She wasn't going to give in. He wasn't HER Vegeta, she would wait and see what Moori came up with. She just hoped it was soon because she was feeling horny as hell.
'Please Moori, help me.' She prayed as she slumped into her bed.
00
Back on the planet Namek the dragonballs had been retrieved and the people had gathered around them. With no humans among them they all talked in their native language.
-"Father do you think Porunga will understand why we called him?"- An adolescent Namekin asked Moori. -"We will not be making any wishes."-
-"Do not worry Hammer,"- Moori answered. -"Porunga must serve us, even if it is only questions and not wishes we make."-
-"It's good that we upgraded the balls when we did."- An older one agreed. -"We can revive more than one person with a single wish now."-
-"Yes, but I would prefer to let life live as it should." Moori said.
-"But this wouldn't have happened if Ms Bulma hadn't messed up her wish!- Hammer said angrily. -Loki was my best friend, he was killed without warning. Somehow he knew those two were trouble!"-
-"Loki will return, I have no qualms about reviving him."- Moori explained. -"His death could have been avoided, but we must wait till Bulma breaks the spell."-
-"You mean it's not real?"- Someone in the crowd asked.
-"The spell is very real, I just need to know what it was that Porunga did, Arise my old friend! The immortal dragon Porunga!"-
The dragonballs glowed and the skies darkened. The large green mass that was Porunga rose out of the spheres with a roar.
-"Speak your wish and I shall grant it."- He said.
-"It is no wish that I need Porunga."- Moori explained. -"I merely need to know what the last wish you did and whether it truly is permanent."-
-"The strange human and her Saiyan mate?"- Porunga rumbled.
-"Yes, it's just a question, What spell did you use?"-
-"I reversed his body in time."- Porunga said. -"His mind and body were taken back to the point of his tail loss. His power level remained the same as requested, there was also something else that I could not alter. It was beyond my power."-
-"What was that?"-
-"I do not know it was... something."- Porunga said slightly unsure. -"It was a powerful emotion, I think, but it was connected to another life force. I had not seen that before."-
-"No, nor you should,"- Moori chuckled. -"So I was right their bond is still active."-
-"No, not active, dormant,"- Porunga said. -"This bond, this power that you speak of, there were parts of it connected to memories but the main source of that power is sleeping inside the one called Vegeta.-
-"I do not understand this Saiyan bond enough to be certain."- Moori groaned. -"You're wish is un-reversable?"-
-"I cannot take back a wish that has been granted."-
-"Father, is that all we're going to ask Porunga?"- Hammer demanded angrily. -"Is that your plan?"-
-"For now."- Moori said. -"Thank you Porunga. You can return to your rest but please leave the dragonballs here. We may be needing them soon."-
-"Whatever you need Moori."- Porunga said and he vanished back into the magical balls.
Moori scratched his chin wistfully. -"Not to worry my children,"- he said. -"I have a feeling that everything will work out. We just need to wait and let time take it's course. The pair shall come together by themselves. Their souls are connected, I doubt they even realise it, but it is there. From what I understand of Ms Brief's description it is like merging two bodies but instead they are only merged slightly by mind, their bodies are still separate."-
-"That sounds crazy."- One Namekin muttered in the crowd.
~What if you're wrong about this bond thing?~ Hammer growled to Moori through a mental thought.
~Oh not to worry, I'm hardly ever wrong,~ Moori chuckled back telepathically. ~They will come back together, even if they don't want to.~
The rest of the Namekins remained silent. They weren't so sure. They didn't have much faith in this 'bond' thing that was mentioned. The Namekins as a race had never formed partnerships like the mammals did. They had no real concept of mates or sexual mating habits. How could they put faith into something that to them was a myth? As asexual beings their only knowledge of family was that they had a father only.
Most of them decided it was better to do as Moori asked. They would wait and see. If this 'bond' failed then there was no wish that could right this incident. The universe would be doomed with no-one powerful enough to stop the Saiyan Prince. Perhaps Gohan or Piccolo could but they were on the other side of the universe. Their only real hope was Bulma.
~"We're doomed..."~ Someone whispered.

Author's Notes: You might have noticed I toned down the angst just a bit. I was starting to get depressed, but I turned the angst into lust. Also if anyone was wondering -""- means they were speaking in Namek. (Namekin?)
There were far too many uses of the f- word in this chapter but I think considering the circumstances it's justified.
So next chapter some answers need to be answered like, how will the bond work, what can Bulma do to save the universe and What is Bulma going to do with an unconscious Vegeta and an oversexed libido?
Find out next chapter!
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