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Endlessly	By : Froglady15 Category: Dragon Ball Z > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2949 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 17
- 18
- 19
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Just my Husband, laptop, my 3 dogs and a very overactive imagination… Dragon Ball Z and any songs mentioned in this fic DO NOT belong to me. I'm just borrowing them for my own twisted amusement.
Thanks so much for the reviews. I haven't had a chance to reply since I have been busy writing this but I will get to you all I promise! Please enjoy! This has been a long time in coming. I know you all have been dying for them to finally get together. So here you go.. ;) I've never written a lemon before, so I hope it's ok. For those of you that aren't comfortable with that kinda thing or are too young to be reading about things like this, I did include a disclaimer before things get hot and heavy. Please enjoy, I put a lot of effort into this chapter…
Chapter 18
Vegeta landed on the beach on the secluded island he owned. It wasn't completely dark out; the sun was setting though and the sky was a gorgeous mix of yellows, oranges, reds, pinks and purples. He gently placed Bulma on the ground on the sand that was still warm from the scorching day light.
"Wow! This is beautiful!" Bulma exclaimed. "Where are we?"
"This is an island that I purchased a few years ago. No one lives here and no one else knows about it. Not even my father." Vegeta replied, taking in the scenery. It was indeed a very intimate and romantic setting. He had nearly forgotten how beautiful and peaceful it was here; it had been so long since he'd been out here. "No one will bother us here."
Bulma turned and looked at him with a small smile. She hadn't said a word to him since they had left the palace. She didn't know what to say and she was still feeling really shook up. "It's gorgeous." She said.
Vegeta reached for her and pulled her to him. "Woman, I am sorry." He said.
"Sorry for what?" she asked with a frown.
"Sorry that you had to see all that. Back there. I never intended for you to ever have to witness something like that." He said frowning in shame. Her silence since they had left the palace; even what little she had said since they left that room was scaring him much more than he would like to admit. He hoped and prayed that she wouldn't be afraid of him now. If she turned away from him, he didn't know what he would do. It didn't matter that he had told her he had killed before and that she knew vague details of his life that he was ashamed of; it was a different thing all together for her to know these things and then witness s him doing it firsthand. So far she hadn't recoiled from him, which he took as a good sign. But he could tell she was still really shaken up; not that he blamed her. "I should have had you leave. I was so consumed with rage that I didn't even think until after we left. The only thing I thought of was getting him off of and away from you. The rest, oh god, Bulma. The rest of that was just a release of almost ten years worth of pent up hatred for that man coming out in that. For everything he's done to me and others that I knew, to you and what he wanted to do tonight. I reacted. You do not know what kind of horrible and disgusting creature he was. Please believe me when I say I did the entire universe a favor. I am not sorry for it. I am, however sorry that you had to see that. I should have sheltered you from it. I never wanted you to see me that way. Ever."
Bulma nodded. She wasn't sure how to respond. She understood what he was telling her. Her heart broke at the look in his eyes; a look of shame, sorrow, confusion and something else she wasn't quite sure of. Was it anger? She believed him that the universe would be a much safer place without Zarbon in it. But something he had said before Vegeta had blasted him was bothering her. He had said "See your Prince's true colors." What had he meant by that? Had Vegeta simply been hiding who he really was from her since they met? She found it difficult to believe. He was so caring and gentle around her. She believed that he would never raise a hand to hurt her. However, she couldn't wipe that image out of her mind of him beating that man to death. And his face. He seemed to revel in the carnage he was creating. It was such a complete contrast from the man she knew. She would have argued until she was blue in the face that he would not have been capable of what she had just seen over an hour ago. She knew he was a warrior and that he had taken lives; even destroyed entire planets and races. But this was different for some reason.
On one hand she was beyond disturbed but on the other, she understood where he was coming from. He had told her before that this Zarbon was a horrible person. That he had tormented him during his entire service under Frieza since he was a boy. She had witnessed firsthand what a pig he was when she first met him. Even tonight. Was it not enough that she had degraded herself to dancing half naked in front of him even though both she and Vegeta expressed outrage at the idea of her doing it to begin with? Vegeta had stressed over and over again to her since he had taken her with him from the tavern that he would go through whatever means necessary to protect her. She had always just assumed everything would be fine. Now she knew what he meant and how seriously he took that commitment he had made to her.
"Bulma. Please say something to me." Vegeta said calmly. "I need to know what you are thinking."
"I don't even know, Vegeta." She said truthfully, looking into his eyes and shaking her head. She turned away from him and sat down in the sand. "I'm so sorry."
"What do you have to be sorry for?" he asked, sitting next to her.
"For not listening to you. You were right. We should have just left. None of this would have happened." She blurted out. "I put myself in that situation and I should not have questioned your judgment."
"Do not be sorry for that. You did not know-"
"But I should have trusted your instincts. You know these people. I don't. When you wanted to leave, we should have just left."
"Woman, you were right that leaving when I wanted to would raise too much suspicion. I am just as guilty of putting you in that situation. I am the one who is unable to stand up to neither my Father or Frieza to be able to have told them both to go to hell." Vegeta said gripping both her arms firmly. He refused to let her take any responsibility in this.
"But what was the point? By now, I'm sure they have discovered him and it's going to be obvious that it was you and now that we're gone, they'll know. What if they're already looking for us?"
"Let them look, Woman. No one will be able to find us. We are half way around the planet from the palace. No one knows that I own this place. It would take them days maybe even weeks to find us if I keep my energy suppressed. By then I will have thought of something. I promise you, my father will be more upset that I left with you than that I killed Zarbon. Even Frieza won't care that I killed that miserable bucket of scum."
"How can you be so sure?" Bulma asked him shakily.
"Because Lord Frieza only wants the strongest warriors in his service. If I was able to kill his top general, then that top general had no business being there. That promotion I told you about? He had hinted that all I had to do to get it was surpass Zarbon. In the end, that would have meant killing him." Vegeta explained. "The only reason Frieza will be upset is if I do not return to take my place as his general."
"You're not going to do that, are you?" Bulma asked.
"Not if I can help it. No."
"So what are we going to do then?"
"We will leave." He said simply.
"Really?" Bulma asked, her eyes lighting up.
"Hmmn." He nodded. "I have been giving it a lot of thought since you mentioned it the other night. It might be our only option."
"Oh, Vegeta!" she exclaimed in joy, hugging him. "This is wonderful! When?"
"Well, now that we have the complication of me killing Zarbon, it will have to be tomorrow sometime in the afternoon at the latest. I had been hoping to let you do one more stint at the banquet tomorrow night and then leave. That way we would have time to map out a route and gather supplies for that gravity room so you could start on that." He said. "Also, there would have been no suspicion and by the time they knew we were gone, we would be long gone."
"Suspicion?"
"That you are my mate." He said, looking intensely at her.
Bulma looked up at him and beamed. She was speechless. "Really?"
"Silly Woman. Why do you think I brought you here?"
"You planned this?"
He smirked at her. "Why do you seem so surprised?"
"I don't know. I just am. I wasn't expecting this so soon. You kept saying we couldn't consider being mated for a while. And then you thought you might have to leave with Frieza and have me to stay with Bardock and his mate until you figured a way out. I thought it might be a few years before we could finally be together."
"Hmmn." He nodded. "I thought it would be a very long time as well, but after not being able to keep track of you last night, I realized that we need to have a bond if I am to be able to protect you to my full capacity."
"You decided this last night?"
"I did."
"Wow." She said, smiling at him and not knowing what to say. "I can't believe this." She leaned in next to him and kissed him.
Vegeta kissed her back; relief flooding through him. He had been so afraid she wouldn't want anything to do with him after having seen him annihilate Zarbon the way he had. He was very ashamed of letting himself lose control like that in front of her. He gently pulled her into his lap so that she was straddling him, and deepened the kiss. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and kissed him back hungrily.
They sat like that, just kissing and holding on to one another for a long time; relief flooding through both of them. Relief that they were safe. Relief that they were alone and no one would bother them for now. Relief that they could finally be together completely.
Vegeta broke off their kiss and rest his forehead against hers. "I need to know, Bulma. I need to know that you do not fear me."
"I'm not afraid of you, no." she said, looking back at him. "I'm a little upset at having had to see that but the circumstances kind of left you little choice."
"I would never hurt you." He said seriously.
"I know you wouldn't. Thank you. For saving me from him. If you hadn't been there or stepped in when you did I don't know-"
He kissed her, silencing the rest of her sentence. He did not even want to think about what would have happened if he had not stayed. "Although, I am going to have to teach you a few things about self defense. Though I admire your courage to attempt to defend yourself, that was pathetic."
"Hey. I did the best I could!" she argued, feeling somewhat offended.
"I know. That is why it was pathetic. That is what scares me. I will teach you. I might not always be around."
"You always seem to be around right when I need you." She said.
"Woman, it will make me rest easier knowing that you have some sense of how to defend yourself if I happen to not be around to get to you immediately. To know that you can take care of yourself at least until I can get there." He said with a tone that told her she had no choice in the matter.
"Alright. I'll let you teach me." She nodded.
"Good. We will start tomorrow." He said. "I do not understand how you were able to fend him off the first time you encountered him."
"Luck I guess." She shrugged. "I told you I did the best I could and was saved by his scouter going off. If it weren't for that, I would have been done for."
He shook his head. "No more. You will learn."
"Yes, your highness." She said with a smile.
"Now that that is cleared up, I only have one more thing I must ask of you."
"Anything, my Prince." She replied with a smirk.
"This is serious, Woman." He said with a frown. He was suddenly feeling very nervous. He had thought all day of how he was going to ask her and now that he had her safe and in his lap right in front of him, he found the words unable to form.
"What is it?" she asked, caressing the side of his face. He looked so troubled.
"Woman," he sighed heavily. "Bulma. I.. Will you accept a bond with me for the rest of your life?"
Bulma smiled. "Of course I will. I already told you that before. Why was that so hard?"
"After everything that has happened. I needed to be sure your affections haven't changed any. I understand if they have. I have put you in danger and have been unable to protect you."
"You came and protected me when it mattered. That's all I care about." She said gently. "As for everything else, you couldn't have had any way of knowing all this would happen. You've done the best you can and that's all I could ever ask for."
"What if my best is not good enough?" he asked, fear written in the intense look he was giving her.
"Well, you said so yourself that you couldn't defeat Zarbon and you did. With relative ease, or it seemed that way from where I was sitting. I think you greatly underestimate yourself and your abilities."
He shrugged. He had felt an adrenaline surge like nothing he had ever experienced before when he saw Zarbon trying to take advantage of Bulma. Complete rage and instinct had taken over. He had fought with rage before, but it still had not been anywhere near the same as that had been. The overwhelming need to destroy that man and to protect his woman at all costs had completely taken over from all sense of rational thought in his mind at the time.
"I believe that you will always be able to keep me safe if the occasion arises." She said confidently. "I have complete confidence and faith in you."
He looked up at her and into her eyes and saw that she believed everything she had just said to him. The depth of the feelings he had for this woman deepening even further with that simple statement from her. The fact that she believed in him moved him to such a degree that it scared him. What if he failed her? He couldn't. Failure was not an option. Not where she was concerned. He was moved to such a degree that he had nothing to say to her. No words could express what he felt. Or he couldn't find them in that moment, though he knew they were well overdue and she deserved to hear them.
He did the only thing that came to mind and felt natural at that moment and kissed her. He kissed her with as much passion as he could trying to convey everything that he felt to her. He felt another wave of relief when she responded and kissed him back with just as much enthusiasm, opening her mouth for him to explore with his tongue. He pulled her closer into him as she tangled her fingers in his thick hair at the back of his head.
Vegeta broke their kiss and looked at her intensely. It was now or never. He thought to himself. He had to do this now before he completely lost his nerve and let his pride nag at him to stop being a weak fool. He reached into his pocket and brought out a small simple black box.
"This is for you." He said simply. The small speech he had prepared mentally thrown to the wind.
"What is it? Bulma asked, blushing.
"Open it up and see for yourself, silly woman."
Bulma opened the small black box and gasped in surprise at the beautiful blue and black ring presented before her. Was that an engagement ring? "Vegeta, it's beautiful!" she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him again. "I thought you guys didn't exchange rings in your culture though."
"We don't. I thought since you will be following my customs and rituals and this is the only one of yours that I really know of that I thought you might appreciate it. I will not be signing any paperwork or treaties. But I can deal with giving you a ring."
Bulma beamed at him. How sweet and thoughtful that he had even thought to do such a thing for her. She fought back the tears she felt quickly coming to her eyes as she felt an overwhelming crash of emotions flood through her. She blinked and couldn't help it as a few tears ran down her face.
Vegeta frowned. He hadn't thought that doing this would make her cry. That was the last thing he had wanted to do. He gently wiped away a tear from her face with his thumb. "Woman. Why are you crying? My intent was not to upset you."
"I'm crying because I'm so happy." She said with a smile, feeling silly. "I'm anything but upset, Vegeta. I can't believe you'd even think to go through all the trouble. I would want to be your mate regardless."
Vegeta shrugged awkwardly. Not really knowing what to say to her. "So this is acceptable?"
"The ring? Of course, Vegeta! It's beautiful. I love it! Why wouldn't it be?"
"I did not know which one to pick. I chose this one because the stone in the middle is the same color as your eyes and I liked the contrast of the black stones. I thought it was delicate as you are. At the time, anyway. If you want a different one, we can go exchange it." He said quickly, now unsure of his choice. It had made the woman cry after all. That hadn't been the reaction he had been hoping for.
"No. It's perfect. I wouldn't have you take it back or exchange it for the world." She said, putting it on her ring finger on her left hand. It even fit perfectly. She held her arm out away from her, examining the beautiful ring on her finger. It was perfect. She couldn't get over how much thought he had put into it. "The blue stone matches my eyes as the black ones match yours." She murmured.
"You said both mates wear rings, correct?" he asked.
"Usually, yea." She nodded. "Some men don't but most do."
He pulled out the plain onyx band from his pocket and held it out to her.
"You got one for yourself?" she exclaimed. "You didn't have to do that. Especially if it's not part of your customs."
"If we are going to do this, I wish to do it correctly or not at all." He said. "I will not be able to wear this, but I bought a chain. I can wear it under my armor until I can wear it without attracting too much attention."
Bulma took the ring and looked at it. She smiled to herself at the effort he had put in. All for her. She took his left hand and slid the ring on his ring finger. "There." She said, smiling at him.
He looked at his hand. He surprisingly liked how it looked on his hand. "Hmmn. Now what?"
"Well, usually after the vows are spoken and the rings are exchanged, the groom, who would be you, gets to kiss his bride, in which case is me." She said, looking at him expectantly.
"In that case," he said and kissed her gently.
Bulma wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, pulling herself closer to him.
"What do they do for vows, woman?" he asked suddenly, realizing he had missed that part.
"We don't have to." She said, shrugging.
"No, what are they?" he asked again.
"Usually to the effect of repeating after a minister that you both agree to stick by and cherish one another till death do you part in sickness and in health and for richer or poorer. I don't know the whole thing. Lots of people write their own vows." She explained.
Vegeta nodded. He didn't know why, but he wanted to follow this custom from her people for her, even though he felt it to be completely ridiculous. "Alright, woman. We shall do that."
"What? Make our own vows?" she asked with a smile.
"Why not?" he asked.
"No reason, I'm okay with that. I just never would have thought you'd want to do something like that is all. I already know how you feel about me. I don't need vows to tell me."
"True. But let's do it all the same. That way it should be official in my culture as well as yours."
"Alright. Fair enough. Want me to go first?" She asked excitedly. He nodded. "Okay. Prince Vegeta, I, Bulma Briefs promise to always be here for you no matter what the occasion or the reason. I will support you in any way I can. I accept you wholly, completely and unconditionally for who you are no matter what happens, no matter what life throws at us. I will always be your mate, your friend and your lover for all time until death claims us both. I love you." She said and kissed him.
Wow. He thought to himself suddenly regretting his decision to exchange vows. He wasn't any good at revealing feelings of any sort other than anger maybe. Anything he had to say to her would pale in comparison to the declaration that just came from her. "Bulma." He started, taking a breath. Not knowing at all what he was going to say to her.
"You have my word as Prince of Vegeta-sei that I will always protect you to the best of my ability. I may not always be kind, patient or attentive, but be assured that I will always put your well being and safety ahead of everything and anything else. I will never leave you and will remain faithful to only you. I'll give you everything I am with the knowledge that it will never be enough and that you deserve much more. I do not know what I did that I found myself lucky enough to have found you but please know that I am yours and always will be until my last breath."
Bulma smiled at him as she watched him struggle through that. That he even did this spoke volumes. She was truly touched beyond words by his vow to her and she kissed him as soon as he was finished. Accepting everything he had just said to her.
"Does that suffice, Woman?" he asked with a frown. He couldn't believe he had just done that. He, the Prince of all Saiyans had lowered himself like a fool for this woman. What was she doing to him? He wondered briefly. She's ruining me. The deep recesses of his mind whispered to him. No, that wasn't true, he replied. For the first time in his life he felt like he had a true purpose in his life. He had someone else to live for and look after. Not just himself. He knew by continuing on with his plans tonight he would be creating a huge weakness and potential downfall for himself, but at the same time he didn't care. He wanted this woman, no needed this woman; burned for this woman. By the end of tonight she would understand the full capacity of his feelings that he just could not put into words. She would have no doubt of who she belonged to. She would belong to him just as he would belong to her.
"It does, my Prince and my protector." She said with a smile. She leaned down to kiss him again, which he readily responded. He pulled her tightly to him and kissed her within an inch of her life. He ran his hands down her sides slowly, bringing them back up under her shirt sending a shiver through her. She looked down at him hungrily and pulled her shirt up over her head and discarded it to the side. She sat in his lap, looking at him for a moment, wondering what to do next. She quickly made a decision and reached behind her and undid her bra from the back and let it fall between them.
Vegeta gently captured her lips with his own. He soothingly continued to rub his hands up and down her back and sides. He slowly began to kiss and gently nip his way up her jaw, down her neck, to her shoulders until he reached her collarbone and down to her chest. He looked up at her briefly for a moment as if asking her permission to continue. She tangled her fingers in his thick hair on the back of his head and pulled his face into her chest.
Bulma threw her head back as he began to suck gently at her left breast. She kneaded her hands through his hair as she let herself go, relishing in these new sensations.
Vegeta wrapped his strong arms around her small waist, crushing her against him and burying his face into her chest. He inhaled her scent deeply. He could smell her and a hint of her arousal. Just that alone would have turned him on, except for the slight lingering smell of Zarbon still on her neck.
He looked up at her and kissed her again. "Are you ready to head in?" he asked.
Bulma nodded breathlessly and cried out in surprise as he stood up with her in his arms. He put her down for the briefest second then picked her up again, bridal style and carried her into the small house that had been hidden in the trees. She hadn't even seen it from where she was sitting in the sand.
"This is my other home." He said simply. "It isn't as nice as the palace, but that is part of the appeal. No servants, or anyone around to bother us."
"It's wonderful." She said, looking around at her new surroundings after he had turned on the lights. The floors were a simple light brown hardwood. There was a small living area and kitchen with all the necessary amenities. The walls were bare. He didn't even have curtains up on the windows. There was a white sofa and small coffee table in the living room and a table with four chairs in the kitchen.
He carried her up the stairs, revealing a loft. There was a couch on one side of the wall by where they had just come up the stairs and a huge bed on the other end of the room. There were white curtains that hung to the floor closing off what looked like a huge window across from the sofa. Directly across from the stairs was a short hallway that looked to lead off into a washroom.
"I love this, Vegeta. It's so simple." She commented truthfully. "It's perfect. I'm glad you brought me here."
He kissed her chastely on the lips and headed to the window. He drew back the curtains revealing a sliding door and opened it, heading out on to a small balcony. There was a chair and small table and that was it.
Vegeta put her down gently and wrapped his arms around her from behind and gently leaned against her into the railing. They stood there in silence as she took in the view from the balcony. It was almost completely dark out now. The sky was a deep purple and there were millions of stars. Way more than she had ever seen on Earth when he used to sit on the roof of Capsule Corp with Yamcha and stare at the sky for hours. It had been one of her favorite pastimes.
"Wow." She murmured.
"What?" He asked.
"There's so many stars. On my planet, I used to lay on the roof of my home and look at them and I was always amazed at how many there were. I always thought it was so beautiful. This puts that to shame. I guess the universe really is a big place."
"Hmmn. You have no idea, Woman." He said, nibbling on her ear.
Bulma turned around in his arms and kissed him. "So this is it?" she asked shyly.
"Uh hmmn." He murmured, kissing along her jaw line. "If you want it to be. If not, just say the word."
"No. I do. I want this more than anything. I want you more than I have ever wanted anything. It's just-"
"What?" he interrupted her, looking down at her in concern. "I will not hurt you. Not anymore than I can help it, anyway."
"No, I know that. I trust you. It's going to hurt. I know that. That's not what I'm worried about." She said quickly, feeling bad that he would think she even thought that of him. "Can I take a shower first? I know this might seem silly, but I need to shower him off of me. I know it's probably just mental but he had licked my neck and the side of my face before you.. Ya. I'm sorry, if you think I'm being stupid-"
"No, that's fine. I can smell him on you." Vegeta said with a smirk.
"Oh my god!" she exclaimed, smacking him on the shoulder. "You should have said something when we were out there!"
"I did not want to offend you." He said. "It's not so obvious. It's worn off mostly."
"Still. If you can smell that then I will for sure feel better about showering quick. I'll be really quick, I promise!"
"Go ahead. The washroom is just that way." he said, letting her go and watched as she darted down the hallway as fast as she could. He smirked at the delicate way she covered herself up with her arms.
Bulma closed the door and started up the shower. Oh my god! This is finally it! She panicked excitedly. We're married! I'm married! Well, almost. She looked again at the beautiful ring he had given her and couldn't hold back a smile. She loved it. She loved him! She couldn't believe he had done all of this just for her. She uncapsulated a bunch of her things and started going through her stuff quickly. What am I going to wear?! Of all the times I wore something just in case, right now I have nothing! I'm so unprepared. She thought to herself as she threw around item of clothing after item of clothing.
"Woman, are you alright in there?" Vegeta asked on the other side of the door, his voice clearly laced with amusement as he heard her rifling around in there.
"I am. I just. I just need to find something to wear when I come out." Bulma called out.
"May I come in?" he asked.
She paused a moment. Thinking that over for a second and then shrugged. He had already seen her without her top on and in a little while they would be mated and bonded anyway. "Umm. Sure?"
He walked in slowly and smirked at her and the mess all over the floor. "Woman, what the hell are you doing?" he asked in an amused tone. She had noticed that he had removed his armor and shirt already. He was only wearing his black training pants.
"I told you, I need something to wear when I come out."
"Silly woman. No you do not." He said walking up to her and leaning into her right ear. "It'll be on the floor in the matter of moments." He whispered sexily.
She looked at him wide eyed and blushed profusely at his insinuation. At which he smirked at her deviously. "Fine." She said, unzipping her pants and removing them, heading into the shower, her hand covering the back of her bum.
He smirked again at her modesty and obvious nervousness at the situation. She needed to calm down. He capsulated the rest of her clothes on the floor and removed his own pants and followed her into the shower.
"May I assist you?" he asked from behind her, startling her. She had not noticed that he had joined her in the shower.
"Sure." She said shortly.
He smirked at her, grabbing some soap and lathering up her shoulders, back and neck. He soothingly rubbed her neck and shoulders. She was so tense he noted, pulling her towards him. He started kissing the back of her head; she had pulled her hair into a high bun on the top of her head so the rest of her hair wouldn't get wet. Vegeta continued to rub her neck, shoulders and arms as he nibbled gently on her right ear. He really wanted her to calm down and relax.
Bulma sighed and closed her eyes, leaning back into his strong arms and giving into his ministrations. She felt silly. Now that they were going to actually be together she was nervous. She was thinking of all the times she had wanted this and all the nights she had been so disappointed that he hadn't taken things further with her. Now that she was faced with it, she was terrified. Not of him. She trusted him implicitly. She just suddenly felt unworthy. What if she disappointed him? She sharply inhaled as she felt his large gentle hands caress her breasts, lathering them up with soap. She moaned as he allowed them to linger and he gently massaged them. He moved his hands down towards her waist. He continued to kiss along her neck and shoulders and caressed her body soothingly.
She turned around to face him and kissed him. He looked down at her and smiled. A real true smile; not his usual smirk. When he smiled, it was absolutely devastating. He was absolutely gorgeous.
Bulma turned around from him and rinsed herself off quickly and shut the water off. When she turned around he was already gone. She exited the shower and he handed her a towel, looking at him in wonder that he was already dry. She dried herself off and threw the towel up over the shower rack.
Vegeta offered her a hand and she took it, following him as he lead her to the bedroom. When they reached the bed he turned and looked at her with an intense look. He looked at her in her entirety; top to bottom, taking in her curves and svelte figure and smiled that beautiful smile again. "You're beautiful." he said.
Bulma smiled and looked at him. He was absolute perfection. The very description of the Greek Gods she had been made to study in school. No, she thought to herself. He's even more gorgeous. "So are you." Was all she could manage to say, knowing that saying just that didn't do him justice.
Vegeta smirked and bent down to kiss her. Gently at first, then deepened it; leading her to sit on the bed. She followed his lead.
He got up to shut the lights off, leaving the curtains open to allow the moonlight into the room. It surprisingly provided much light here. As he did that, Bulma took the opportunity to snuggle into the bed and under the silk sheets; her heart pounding a mile a minute. Just breathe. Just breathe. She kept telling herself for all the good it did her.
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Vegeta headed back to the bed and crawled under the sheets, pulling Bulma close to him. She swallowed hard and looked up at him. The look of complete adoration on his face nearly brought tears to her eyes again. She reached up and ran a hand through his thick hair, pulling him close to her and kissing him. He steadied himself with his left arm and positioned himself carefully above her all the while continuing to kiss her. He allowed his right hand to caress her body; her sides to her hip, along her long leg and back up to her breast. He broke his kiss and traveled down to her breast, and suckled gently on the left nipple as he fondled the right with his hand.
Bulma moaned and arched her back into him as she had last night, but this was so much better; no clothing, no worries. They both could give into each other wholly and completely without reservation. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down closer to her. He finished fondling her right breast and let his mouth take over the other one as he moved his right hand down between her legs, gently parting them, giving him access to her most sacred place.
He gently penetrated her wet center and began to gently pump his finger in and out of her, moving his finger in a come hither motion when inside of her. She gasped at the feeling, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as he continued without let up. This time, there was no teasing. He wanted her to reach her peak of pleasure before continuing on. She knotted her fingers through his hair tightly as he continued to pleasure her mercilessly with his hand. Her other hand was clinging to his shoulder. He kissed her deeply as he let his hand caress her clit gently at first and when she started moaning and squirming, he began to stroke her with more urgency as she moved and arched her body against his hand, losing herself in the pleasure he was giving her as his hand continued to caress her and his lips traveled up her jaw line and by her ear. She moaned his name as she felt herself reaching completion as he continued his assault on her body, his fingers playing inside of her. Then there it was.
Bulma gasped as she felt the weaves of pleasure pulsating through her body. He covered her mouth with his and kissed her deeply as he continued pumping his finger in and out of her, allowing her to ride out her climax fully. She tightly wrapped her arms around him as her body convulsed against him.
When she was done and had finally calmed down, he began stroking her again, gently. He had to make sure she was ready for him. He did not want to hurt her, even though he knew it would be inevitable. He looked down at her, her face was still flushed and her body still trembling. She was so beautiful. And she was his. He was glad he had not indulged before in the pleasures of his father's harem. This was something as new to him as it was for her. They were both equals in this. He smirked at the thought that they could learn together. What amazed him was his own self control and patience. His own arousal at this point was almost unbearable, yet he ignored it. He wanted to do this right. She deserved nothing more. He did not want to damage her or have this be an unpleasant experience for her. He had heard many stories throughout the years from soldiers on Frieza's ship, even from Nappa and Raditz about accidentally hurting a woman in the throes of passion. There was a reason his father went through bed slaves like he changed his pants. He had always been disgusted by that. He refused to allow himself to hurt her. She was the only good and pure thing in his life. His life; full of war, destruction, death, anger, disappointment, and torment. Somehow he had found her. He would do his utmost to cherish her.
She looked up to see him looking down adoringly at her. She knew he had put her first ahead of his own pleasure. His level of self control once again impressing her. These past few days he had proved to her over and over again how much he loved her, though he hadn't spoken the words. She didn't need them. She knew. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down closer to her, ready to continue.
She gently reached down, running her hand down his chest and those perfect abs. Good god, he's incredible! She thought to herself. He was absolutely magnificent and beautiful. And he was hers. She finally made her way down to his member and stroked him gently, getting a sense of the length and mass of him and her eyes widened. She had been too nervous earlier and didn't look at him when they had showered or before they crawled into bed. How were they going to do this? She began to panic. She looked up at him and realized she had given herself and her thoughts away.
Vegeta looked down at her with uncertainty. "If you want to stop-"
She silenced him with a kiss. She set aside her fear, knowing that he would stop if she told him to and loving him even more for it. "No. I don't want to stop. I want you." She replied, looking him in the eye as she began stroking his length again gently, loving how he trembled with need above her.
He knew she was ready. He was only dreading the inevitable pain he would inflict on her. Why was this so hard all of a sudden? It was completely natural. After all the nights they had fooled around and almost done this; falling asleep feeling unfulfilled and fighting the urge of wanting nothing more than to roll her back over and just take her, why was he holding back now and still willing to wait if that's what she wanted? He looked into her eyes as he allowed her to take the lead and guide him towards her. He saw no apprehension or doubt. He saw that she wanted this as much as he did. She kissed him lightly on his lips and he took that as permission to proceed. He ever so slowly and carefully slid himself into her.
Bulma gasped suddenly as she felt him reach the barrier of her innocence. At that point he looked down at her, his eyes laced with concern. "I do not want to hurt you." He said.
"It's ok. I know it will hurt. I trust you though." She said, cupping his cheek with her hand.
He took her hand off his cheek and laced his fingers with hers. He couldn't believe how blindly she trusted him. He could tear her in half if he wasn't careful. With one last look, he finally pushed himself into her; kissing her deeply as she cried out and whimpered at the pain. She squeezed his hand, locking her fingers with his. He understood, and stopped himself from moving with great difficulty to give her a moment. Even though he knew this would happen, he still felt a weave of guilt wash over him.
Bulma squeezed her eyes shut, willing the tears to not fall, lest he see them and leave. The pain was intense and burned between her legs. She let him kiss her deeply, trying to forget about it. She exhaled and started moving against him, letting him know that she was alright. He broke their kiss and began to move slowly in and out of her. She moaned into his shoulder as the pain began to subside, only to be replaced by weaves pleasure as he slowly and gently made love to her.
Vegeta continued to hold her hand and slid his other arm around her, placing his hand on the small of her back, raising her up slightly so that he could move deeper inside her. He then wrapped his tail around her waist tightly, pulling her even closer to him if that were possible.
He looked down at her, and noted how lost she seemed. Lost in the pleasure and closeness of him wrapped around her. He kissed her again passionately. "Bulma," he rasped into her ear.
"Hmm?" she moaned in response.
"Are you sure you want this?" he asked, fighting against every instinct he had not to bite her just yet.
She knew what he meant and nodded. "I do." Was all she could think to say at the moment.
"There's no going back."
"I know."
He kissed, licked and nibbled his way down to where her neck and shoulder connected. He sucked on her for a few moments and then bit down, deeply.
Bulma cried out and squeezed his hand tightly again, but the pain subsided almost immediately as she felt a tremendous weave of emotion wrap itself around her soul. She felt at that moment everything that was Vegeta. The pain and torments he had endured; his insecurities that he hid so well beneath his steely exterior that he wasn't enough. She saw images in her mind. She saw herself as he saw her. From the moment they first met till now. She understood that he was showing her everything he could not say to her and she knew that words would never be enough to describe the depth of feeling he had for her. She remembered the night he had told her, "I feel very strongly about you." What she felt now from him made the meaning of those words pale by comparison.
He let go of her neck and buried his face in her neck, taking in her scent and began moving a little faster inside her. He tried to send to her everything he felt for her. He had felt the vows that he had spoken earlier to her were lacking. This was the only way he could show her what she meant to him. He sent her everything, knowing that bearing his entire soul to her would be opening himself up to weakness, but in that moment, he didn't care. He showed her how much he cared for her, how afraid he was for her at the possibility of losing her for any reason. He showed her the rage, desperation and need to protect her he had felt earlier on; and lastly the desire and passion that burned inside of him for her.
Bulma sighed in contentment as her mind was overwhelmed with emotion. If she'd had any doubts about this man's feelings for her before, she didn't now. She wondered if the bond would work both ways being that she wasn't Saiyan. She calmed herself down and thought of everything she felt for him, hoping he could feel it the way she had felt his thoughts.
She assumed he did when he squeezed her hand gently, as if urging her to continue. She sent him her thoughts of sadness and despair at the loss of her planet. Then the giddiness and joy she had felt that first night they met. The hope and pure happiness when he had returned for her. She then focused on how much she loved him and the acceptance of him even though she knew he was ashamed of many things from his past. She showed him her feelings of longing and desire for him as well as the blind trust and faith she had in him. Faith that he would reach his goals and become unstoppable, faith that he could and would protect her from anything. She lastly sent him the feeling of fear and awe she felt as he protected her from Zarbon. Yes, she had been afraid but she needed him to see what she had seen; he needed to have confidence in himself. She didn't want him to doubt himself or his abilities any more. She showed him exactly what she had seen, the change in his appearance; and then she sent him the pride that she felt for him. Pride that he had been able to do something that he thought he couldn't. Pride in the kind of man he was and would become once he was free from Frieza and his father. Pride that he had chosen her of all people as his mate. Pride in knowing that he would always keep her safe and that she had never felt as safe as she did now with him.
Vegeta looked at her in surprise. He had no idea she felt so strongly for him. He felt he didn't deserve her unconditional love. She shook her head at him as she picked up on that stray thought of his. She didn't want him to feel that way.
Bulma wrapped both her legs around his waist and moaned as he thrust into her a little harder and with more urgency. She gasped and closed her eyes as that simple action seemed to build up even higher pleasure within her. She didn't think she would last much longer. He let go of her hand, wrapping his other arm around her waist, allowing him to be able to thrust himself deeper inside her without hurting her. She wrapped both arms around and clung onto him for dear life, trying to move along with him as they both strove together in unbridled passion towards completion. He felt himself nearing his climax and knew he would only last a few more minutes. He wanted her to join him though.
She felt his tail loosen up around her waist a little and he moved just the tip of it so it was rubbing against her clit from the friction between their bodies. It took her mere moments and she cried out in ecstasy as she felt herself explode from the inside in pure pleasure.
Vegeta looked down at her, savoring the look of pure pleasure on her face and as he felt her muscles contract around him, came his own release almost immediately. He instinctually bit down into her neck again as he climaxed, pouring every ounce of feeling he had into her. I am yours and you are mine for all time. He thought to her.
Bulma's eyes shot open a she heard his voice in her mind as clear as if he had spoken the words directly to her. I will be yours forever and always. She thought back to him and knew he had heard her when he smirked down at her.
He held himself up with his elbows, resting comfortably, looking down at the beautiful delicate woman beneath him. He smiled down at her as he watched her calm down and catch her breath. She was still trembling slightly. He bent down and kissed her chastely on her lips. He could still feel her emotions swirling around within him. This would have to take some getting used to. He thought to himself.
Yeah. No kidding! He heard her reply in response at which he smirked down at her. Are you alright? He asked, his eyes revealing concern. I did not hurt you did I?
No. I'm fine. More than fine actually. She replied, smiling up at him. He had been incredible.
Vegeta smirked as he caught the stray thought that ran through her mind. You were pretty amazing yourself, Woman.
Bulma blushed and realized that they were still connected. She moaned as he gently licked the bite wound on her neck and felt him start to move slowly inside of her again, making her want him all over again. He leaned down and kissed her deeply as he began to make love to her again.
They spent the rest of the night strengthening their new bond, claiming one another and familiarizing themselves with each other's bodies giving in freely and fully to each other without restraint, completely oblivious to anything else. Not caring that tomorrow would be an absolute disaster that neither one of them would see coming…
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