Embrace The Night

Title: Embrace the Night (2/?)
Author: ShadowDrake
Note: Please note that most of this is told from Vejita's point of view, and his perception of humanity and Goku is not that of a human being. He is an alien who grew up in a very different culture - which thankfully was nowhere near that nutcase Frieza.


EMBRACE THE NIGHT (2/?)

Vejita set silently in a large winged backed chair beside the bed that held his mate, his dark eyes noting her even breathing knowing she would sleep for several hours, her body needing time to regain its strength. He had used her well and repeatedly after claiming her before the fireplace, making sure the weak human saw everything. He smirked at the last thought, as he recalled looking over the woman's body while she was on her hands and knees as he took her from behind, seeing the human's hate and disgust over the act. Not that he cared, the human would not be alive much longer, he need only deliver his message to the traitor Kakarrot then the fool could be killed. *Perhaps I'll let my pet have him as her first kill,* he thought darkly, before shaking his head, *no... her first kill will be a more worthy victim ... and not the weakling that once mindlessly rutted into her body.* His dark eyes hardening as he clutched his fists on the chair's leather armrests recalling the human that had once been such a large part of his pet's old life, her wannabe mate who saw her as a means to a very rich end.

*But not anymore,* his smirk returning as he thought of the changes in his pet, the ones that had taken place already that lured her back to his side, and the ones that were yet to begin. *He is no more then a shadow to you now... an image in a dark mirror... but don't worry I will be there to help you sort them out. Help guide you as you struggle to identify friend and foe. You will not be left alone to be bombarded by meaningless images that could drive you from me once more.* His smirk became truly wicked at the thought, as he planned how best to use the confusion that always accompanied the 'changes' taking place within his pet. Her once human form shaking off the last of its 'humanity' becoming something far superior to the weak savage race that infested this world like a plague.

He smiled into the darkness of his master chambers, leaning back in the chair, dark eyes glowing faintly as he watched his pet turn in her sleep the blanket and sheet covering her slipping a bit to expose her bare shoulders. He had left her nude after taking her, having ripped her nightgown from her in his haste to bury himself within her once more. The ruined silk at one point tossed onto the bound human's head, briefly covering hate filled burning eyes before the garment slipped off to pool forgotten on the floor beside the human's imprisoning chair. Although the woman saw none of that as she slowly lowered herself before her master. Her tiny hands running up and down his leather clad thighs as she licked her lips in anticipation her cloudy, lust filled eyes focused on his crotch before darting up to his hard dark eyes silently begging for the chance to taste him, please him in the manner she had been taught.

Vejita closed his eyes as he recalled the feel of her hair as he ran one hand through it allowing the strands to fall gracefully back to her shoulder, her face upturned and silently pleading with him to make the pain and hunger go away. Even as his dark gaze bore into hers, silent and foreboding, he shifted his stance spreading his legs apart to allow her to slide closer to him and begin to undo his pants, eagerly freeing his hard cock. Her eyes never left his as she ran her tongue across the head of his cock like a cat licking at a saucer of milk, above her Master smiled just a little... pleased she was remembering her lessons and allowed her to begin to suck him off. His hands tangled in her hair keeping her head where he wanted it, Vejita's dark gaze returned to the bound human who was howling into his gag at the sight, the human's world shattering, while the dark Prince allowed one hand to pet and stroke his plaything's silky hair as she pleased him.

A movement on the bed brought him out of his thoughts as he regarded her slumbering form, even after her time in the punishment room, where she was reminded very harshly that her actions displeased her master she was still breath taking. And tonight, when he had decided that she had been punished enough, that it was time to give her a chance to redeem herself, his servants had taken her from the rack and cleaned her until she glowed. Her silky hair retaining a bit of a curl to it, as if some minute part of her insisted on being free, wild and untamed. Not that Vejita minded, as long as she understood what freedom he allowed her could easily be taken away and she could once more dwell inside the punishment room until she was willing to crawl to his booted feet and kissed them in adoration... broken and submissive.

Although, Vejita knew he would never put her back into the punishment room for such treatment, she was a thing of beauty to be moulded and guided as he civilized her to Saiya-jin standards. He did not want a mindless plaything to be fucked and abused, an empty shell who huddled in corners fearful of her master's touch. Such creatures were beneath him, he would not destroy; he would cultivate, nurture, and tame her until he had recreated his pet into a true mate to sit at his feet as he ruled his Empire. No, if his pet dared to truly defy him again he would not have her body and soul broken until her only use would be on her back staring unseeingly at the ceiling, her complex and creative mind rendered a barren wasteland. If she dared to disobey his rule over her again... an act he knew she was terrified of committing ever again, knowing what the wrath of her Master would be in vivid detail. If she dared, her fate would not be the punishment room's many torturers... it would be the Saiya-jin Mind Reapehat hat would tear into her mind devouring and recreating as it imprinted 'obedience' commands into his pet that would ensure she never thought of disobedience again, commands that could have her mindlessly slaughter her own parents at his mere suggestion.

He felt himself hardening as he pictured his pet's terror of the Mind Reaper, she was not a fool she understood what the process did and rightly feared it, she begged not to be subjected to it when he had first captured her. But she had been turned over to the Mind Reaper nonetheless to be given a taste of what true hell was, as her mind was torn a bit and put back together with a few minor obedience commands added to her psyche that left her curled meekly, as much as the restraints allowed, into a ball on the padded table, crying soundlessly, chanting over and over that she would be good, she would obey. Vejita remembered standing beside her, stroking her hair and telling her that there was no need for tears and he knew she would behave but she had to be shown what life would be like if she rebelled. He had spoken to her as a father would to rrifrrified child, knowing that the Mind Reaper had put more then just a few key obedience commands in his little pet, it had started her taming process, giving him the edge he would use to educate her, tame his wild pet to his satisfaction.

Although, the Mind Reaper could easily ensure her complete and utter obedience, mould her to his satisfaction in just one sitting; there was also a very high price to pay. The reaping process was not gentle, it wasn't meant to be, it was a lesson on what disobedience caused, it also permanently scarred its victims' mindscape leaving a telltale path a skilled telepath could follow like a blind man reading brail. While his pet would be his model mate she would also remember every second of the mind reaping proceed, remember having her mind ripped from her and refashioned, remember having every memory, every dream stripped from her and put back together while her master stood over her, displeased it it had come to the Mind Reaper for lasting obedience.

No, he would not use the Mind Reaper on his pet; only keep its ominous presence looming over her - his trump card in getting her ultimate obedience when it really mattered. Besides the danger to her mind, her brilliant intelligence could not be risked by allowing her to undergo prolonged exposure to the Mind Reaper. His pet instinctively knew this, she wasn't like the rest of her savage race, she knew her master wouldn't damage her mind purposely; in this she understood part of her value to him. Which is why she feared the Mind Reaper and the Punishment Room, having tasted both and wanting no further exposure to either. All her life she had been taught her value lay in her intelligence and the inventions she created that continued to expand her family's power and wealth, it was also what disgusted Vejita the most about her parents. They allowed her to be used like a piece of equipment, her skills and talent shackled so she could only use part of her great mfreefreely. But she was his now and he would insure she was not forced to curb her creativity, force her to work only in one direction. She would soon learn to fully use her great mind, discovering her true potential that was not bound to a cluttered lab and imposed deadlines.

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"Vejita?"

A sleepy voice questioned, as the woman rolled over one hand reaching blindly for her mate's warm body. Sitting up she looked around a bit fearfully, wondering if she had only dreamed of being forgiven. *No, the punishment room does not have beds, * she corrected herself giving her head a shake to chase away memories of her punishment. She was sure she had been forgiven, removed from her bounds, and sent to her mate... it was too real to be a dream.

"You should be asleep woman," Vejita's low voice said out of a shadowy area beside the large bed, his tone giving nothing away, as his dark eyes watched her every move like a tiger intently studying its quarry.

Following the sound of his voice she found him immediately seeing a dim outline of the Saiya-jin in the large chair, a silly grin tugging at the corners of her mouth delighted that he was still with her. Caught up in her happiness, Bulma didn't realise she had been able to find him in the very low light emitting from the large stone fireplace that dominated the far wall. While the castle had been renovated over the years, completely modernized and capable of self-support from the rest of the world for over a standard year, she had learned that her dark lover liked having the ancient source of heating. He would sit for hours near his fireplace with her at his feet, usually a hand absently stroking her hair as he told her stories of his lost home world.

Vejita smirked as he watched his pet slide out of bed and approach him on silent feet much like a predator stalking its prey. The smirk turning into a wicked grin as he felt a stirring in his cloth sleeping pants, his dark eyes noting the gentle swaying of her amply breasts. She truly was a sight of rare beauty, a talented mind sheathed in the body of a goddess... and the best of all she belonged to him.

With a small lopsided smile Bulma stopped in front of him, "I had a... dream," she said after a moment choosing over her words carefully, "I think it is a memory of before... before I came here." She said, slowly as if unsure of his reaction. Shortly after her capture Bulma had been given a truth serum as part of her interrogation by the Saiya-jin Prince, after all she had been a close confidant of his mortal enemy. It was only natural she would have been interrogated; Bulma would have been suspicious if they hadn't tried to get any information out of her.

Although the Saiya-jins using a powerful alien truth serum on her did throw her off guard, she had been expecting a brute of an interrogator with a torture rack. Gambling on the Saiya-jins killing her before she could betray her friends and family; however, Vejita had another method in mind, one that involved his chief healer and a syringe full of this ugly pink liquid. Instead of having to endure being beaten to within an inch of her life, she was strapped to a table and sleepily told them everything they wanted to know. With Vejita standing at the head of the table one hand tenderly stroking her hair and telling her not to fight it, just tell him... her Master... what he wanted to know and she would be rewarded. With his other hand resting under her chin, his thumb absently stroking her cheek like a lover would and not a warlord intent on conquering her world. Theire ire time his dark eyes staring into hers, hypnotizing her with their intensity, drawing her in where she would become lost and would have to rely on him for her safety. It had gone on for hours, Vejita asking questions that she answereth rth remarkable detail giving him everything he wanted while staring into his eyes.

Bulma recalled there being a pause in the interrogation... it was getting late and Vejita still wanted her to experience the terror of the Mind Reaper before he would allow her to rest. Then came the next day, where the chief healer tried another truth serum on her, one that was suppose to be stronger since she had managed a bit of resistance during the first interrogation. Although she didn't know it at the time, the first truth drug was suppose to be strong enough to question her without Vejita having to step in and mesmerize her with his piercing dark gaze. However the healer used too strong a serum the second time, one that nearly killed her and left her in a near coma for several days. While physically she made a full recovery, her memories were effected, parts of her past she couldn't recall properly, the names and faces of people she couldn't identify that once meant the world to her; although, it was believed that in time those memories would return on their own.

"What did I tell you about your past? About things you couldn't remember?" Vejita asked reaching out to pull her into hip sep settling comfortably with her so she was curled up next to him in the chair. With one hand he drew her head to his shoulder, the other hand wrapping around her waist to hold her there. His pet's memory loss was an unforeseen side effect of the serums his chief healer was using to question her. Unfortunately, the 'late' chief healer failed to take his woman's alien biology into account and almost killed her with a near lethal dose of one of the truth drugs. Vejita's eyes flashed angrily with suppressed rage for a moment as an image of his pet in full cardiac arrest due to an incompetent's bumbling flashed through his mind. Only to firmly push the image aside a moment later as he heard a slight whimper from his woman due to his tightening hold on her. Shaking his head slightly, he placed a kiss on the top of her bent head as an apology loosening his hold a bit so he was no longer in danger of breaking her ribs.

Absently nuzzling the pulse point on Vejita's neck where she had bitten him earlier, "You said I should talk to you about them," she said in a small voice edging closer to him subconsciously. There was something about being with him and his dark intensity that called to her, welcomed her with its forbidden presence daring her to come closer. "That it wasn't supposed to happen... you only wanted to know about Kakarrot." She said, ing ing the amused smirk that crossed Vejita's face at her use of the traitor's birth name and not the Earth name he had adopted.

*So... he is no longer 'Goku' to you, * he practically purred to himself, pleased that she was losing some of her fierce loyalty to the traitor who was a constant thorn in the Dark Prince's side. *Good...its as it should be... he is filth that betrays his heritage while hiding behind the innocent he claims to protect. If he was truly a protector of the innocent... one that fought to protect the weak... he would not hesitate to kill his enemies in their defence. * He told himself, knowing of some Saiya-jins that only fought in defence of their home and loved ones, those particular warriors were sometimes the most dangerous on a battlefield. Fighting with the knowledge that their failure could mean the deaths of their family, to a Saiya-jin family was everything. The continuation of their race depended on rising the next generation to be as strong as possible, to stand proud and tall in defence of their world and people.

Shifting a bit, Bulma raised her head to look at him, her tongue slipping out of her mouth to wet her dry lips and cutting across her bite mark on her mate's in in the process. "I want to remember... but I'm not sure if you'd like any of it." She said in a harsh whisper closing her eyes and readying herself for his reaction. Only to nearly jump out of her skin as his hand came up to her chin, his thumb rubbing her lower lip thoughtfully.

"Look at me woman," Vejita said in his low and dangerous voice, waiting for her to comply before continuing, "I told you I had nothing to hide... yes, you and I were enemies at one point... but I captured you, made you mine... and nothing will make me let go of you." He went on, his eyes glowing with his possessiveness of her. "You tried to run from me once fearing your stirring memories... and what did it get you?"

"The punishment room," Bulma said in a low voice returning his direct gaze with one of her own.

"Yes... and all because you did not wait to talk to me... tell me about the memory flashes you were having," he continued, "I told you that I would not lie to you about my part in the war with Kakarrot."

"I know," Bulma replied feeling like a child who had just let down her parent, "the memories where just driving me crazy... it was like I couldn't see straight it was so confusing." She said, "but I begun to remember more while I... was hiding from you," her voice dropped a bit waiting for his response, wondering what was going through his mind as his endless black eyes stared back at her without judgement. He had told her he would help her rebuild as much of her lost memories as he could, using information he had gathered from other sources, that he would do all he could to help her get back what was taken from her. All except turn her loose, allow her to return to her family that was something he refused to do. Claiming she belonged to him and not even crossing over to the next dimension woulep hep her from him. She thought a lot about his words while on the run, sorting out most of her past, except for various unrelated events over the last few years, she had nearly all the lost memories once more. During that time huddled late at night in the back of a little cave she had found - not daring to return to her family knowing that it would be the first place Vejita would look for her - she realised that Vejita had been telling her the truth, helping her sort things out like he promised. *And like a scared baka you ran from him... he was trusting you to behave for him like you promised... like you gave you word you would, * she berated herself firmly feeling disgust for herself and her betrayal of her mate's trust. *How can he ever trust me again? I'm going to have to make this right to him... show him that I'm not a savage...my word is just as good as his. *

"Tell me about your dream," Vejita's voice brought her out of her thoughts, his dark eyes stng hng her as if he was looking into her mind, his arms shifting her closer.

"It... had you and me in it," Bulma began slowly, her brow furrowing a bit in thought, "I think it was when you captured me. I remember you yelling for me to come to you... and I was firing something back at you."

She stopped talking at Vejita's chuckle, his arms bringing her closer as he nuzzled her bite mark returning the lick she had given him playfully. "That was indeed the day I finally caught you," he said, as he paused to lick and nip at her neck for a moment calming her with his touch so it would be easier for her to speak if she didn't think it was going to anger him. "Why don't I begin? Tell you want I remember of that day and you tell me what you remember?" He suggested after giving her bite mark one last lick, settling both arms around her to keep her close with her head resting on his shoulder. Feeling her nod and sensing that she was beginning to relax in his embrace one of her fingers absently tracing designs on his bare chest, "now let's see... I do recall yelling for you to come to me. Naturally you refused, being as savage and untamed as you were," he began with an almost fond smile recalling the hunt his mate led him on for well over a year, proving her worthiness to become his without even knowing she was doing so.

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{FLASHBACK: Capsule Corp roughly a year and a half ago}

"Woman... come here!" the voice was as hard and as cold as its owner, the Saiya-jin warritandtanding in the ruins of what used to be the Capsule Corp compound. "Now woman.... my patience is wearing thin!" he growled one fist wrapped firmly around the throat of one of the weaklings foolish enough to belief they could keep him from her. It had taken him over a year to find her, of carefully searching the planet as she continued to elude him all the while mocking him with her defiance.

Vejita felt the energy blast heading his way moments before it hit him from behind, "All right you Saiya-jin bastard... you wanted me.... here I am" Bulma growled preparing to unleash another blast from her rifle she built specially for annoying house wreckers and super-powered warlord conquerors.

Batting away the next blast sent his way, the Prince dropped the warrior he had by the throat; a familiar smirk forming on his lips as he finally spotted his prey crouched not far from him, with weapon raised. *She's beautiful,* he thought lustfully as he casually strolled toward her, already making plans for her. She had been his obsession since finding himself and his remaining people stranded on this useless mud ball, haunting his dreams and desires as he plotted his revenge. He still got hard thinking of the first time he saw her, holding the traitor's half-breed brat as she watched the battle between Kakarrot and one of minominor warriors. She had stood out among the savages that had allied themselves with the traitor, the odd blue colouring of her hair immediately calling attention to her. She would be even more so once she was his and was properly trained.

He knew instinctively that the child wasn't hers regardless of what his scouts reported she did not belong to Kakarrot. No, he knew that she was merely protecting the brat, an instinct shared by the women of his own race for their young. It gave him hope that once she was gently broken to his hand that she would make a good mother for his cubs. Even if she did pass on her old colouring to the children she would bear, Vejita knew she would be fiercely protective of them. He couldn't wait to see her with her first born, suckling it at her breast as she set at his booted feet. The colour of the cubs didn't matter, his brat could have purple hair and an equally purple tail for all he cared, Vejita knew the cub would be strong and powerful, a proper heir to the throne. She also had a great mind - he had learned from his scouts - one that was starved for knowledge, that too she would pass onto her cubs and they would be raised in a civilized environment and not have to struggle like their mother. However, while her hot temper and fiery defiance was amusing there was a time and place for everything... and while she was warming his bed she would be submissive to his every desire, anything else was unthinkable. He had chosen her to stand at his side as he set the universe ablaze and she would do so or pay dearly for defying him.

Bulma fought to keep herself under control, her mind racing, she had not been expecting the Saiya-jin to attack Capsule Corp, he was suppose to be on the other side of the planet fighting with one of the other warriors while she made this quick trip home to restock her supplies. Yet here he was, strolling casually toward her that damn little grin of his on his face, as he got nearer. She couldn't explain the strange little jump her body made whenever he got near her, it was too disturbing, the way her mind would suddenly fill with images of him taking her. *Get a grip Bulma... he wants to enslave you and the planet... fight him! Hold him off until Goku gets here.* She forcibly told herself gripping her weapon tighter, a fierce look of resolve in her eyes; she would go down fighting if she had to.

Vejita's smirk widened a bit as he phased in behind the kneeling woman, one hand shooting out to grab her weapon the other forcibly reaching down and pulling her up, "I told you my patience was wearing," he growled, the hand holding her weapon glowing suddenly an energy field surrounding it as he held it away from him before it exploded. "You will learn to come when I call you," he went on his eyes dark and laced with unconcealed lust for her as they bore into her. "I am your master and you will obey me."

Forcibly pushing down the fear that threatened to overwhelm her, Bulma spit in his face while bringing her knee up suddenly aiming for his groin. Expecting the move, Vejita merely backhanded her evading her carefully aimed knee with ease, "You are mine," he growled catching her before she fell to the ground. Tossing the unconscious human over his shoulder, Vejita took to the air eager to put distance between him and her would-be rescuers. Now thathad had the woman, he had to make sure would not be leaving his side anytime soon, at least not until he had tamed her, remade her into his mate, one who would stand beside him as he rebuilt the Saiya-jin Empire with the remains of his once proud race, he couldn't wait for her training to begin.

{END FLASHBACK}

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"Yes... that is what I remember happening," Bulma finally spoke after a moment a bright smile lighting up her face as she turned to look at her mate. "I remember!"

"As I told you... you would," Vejita replied in his gruff voice, his eyes softening a bit as he shifted, putting one arm under her knees, the other holding her close as toodtood up. "Remember this the next time you have a dream," he said a hint of warning in his tone, "I will not be so gentle with you the next time you try to run from me. You are my mate... in this life and all lives to come... you will never escape me." He promised as he carried her over to the fireplace before sitting her down on her feet. "Do you understand that?"

"Yes... I understand," Bulma replied, feeling a faint flutter in her chest, a little voice inside of her practically cheering that he didn't seem to be bothered by the memory instead he seemed please she remembered trying to kill him... in his own gruff way. "But... does that mean you're mine too? In this life and all the ones yet to come?" she asked tentatively, something inside of her needing to know for some odd reason. Like she had always been terribly alone, even in her old life among her old friends, she never really had anyone that cared just for her even if he did have strange ideas about courtship and major possessive issues.

"We are mates... mind, body, and soul... what do you think?" He countered, firmly pushing down his anger at her ignorance of something that is common knowledge by all Saiya-jins. *To not know of mates and their importance... just how savage are these humans?* he questioned himself, surely they could not be that uncivilized, *this is Kakarrot's doing... he has made her fearful of Saiya-jins,* he corrected himself his eyes darting briefly to the scar on one of her hands one Kakarrot had given her as a boy before returning to her face. According to his information, she had been reaching for her drink during a meal and ended up with Kakarrot savagely biting her. Reaching out to take her hand he used his thumb to trace the scar there, running back and forth over it as he watched her face pleased to see that she had figuring out the answer on her own judging from the intense look shining in her eyes.

Now was not the time to think about how Kakarrot's mistreatment of his self-proclaimed sister had terribly affected her, but found himself recalling the traitor's crimes against the woman. How his mate had picked up unconscious habits to protect herself from Kakarrot. No matter how many times she denied that Kakarrot - or that worthless human that courted her - did not abuse her in any way, but was in fact her protector and at times little brother she never had, Vejita knew the truth. Kakarrot was more then just a Saiya-jin that hit his head and got his brains scrambled, he was an honourless deviant who only cared for himself and keeping his stomach full. No warrior of honour d tad take food meant for their family, yes his people did tend to eat a lot - especially warriors who used a lot of energy in battle - but they did not allow their family to go hungry. A warrior was suppose to have the strength to go without food, either during a long battle, an extended journey, or if there was simply not enough to go around, a warrior was expected to give his share to the those who really needed it.

That was one of the hardest things he had to teach his mate, that her food woult bet be taken from her and she need not sneak or hide it from others. During his hunt for her, he had learned a great many things about her, like how she would take food into her lab where it would remain untouched for hours while she worked. Often eating cold meals late into the night just to get her share knowing from personal experience Kakarrot inhaled all food placed in front of him and bit those who got to close. When she had first came to him he worked hard to break her of this habit, he would sit her on a small stool at his feet during meals feeding her from his hand, it was also a good way to make sure she was eating properly. Her stool was high enough so that she could see her plate, sitting de hde his; although, she wasn't allowed to touch it, she could see that Vejita would only eat the food on his plate leaving hers untouched unless he was feeding her something from it. Slowly she learned that the food on her plate was hers and no one was going to eat it but her, even if it was sitting beside a Saiya-jin's newly emptied one.

It nearly sent him into a blind rage the night she was allowed to take food from her own plate during a meal with some of his most trusted warriors. She had been reaching for a piece of meat when Raditz had moved his hand toward his mug of fire-ale...Bulma had froze, hand held out just touching her food. Her panic had been thick in the air, his warriors, the servants... everyone could smell it, could see her shakily withdrawal her hand and bury it into her lap as she hung her head. Vejita spent the rest of the meal enticing her to eat the remainder of her meal; although, she wouldn't look at her plate or Raditz for the rest of the meal.

Bulma watched Vejita for several long moments watching the shadows and energy dance across his dark eyes as if in deep thought, without thinking she leaned closer to him stepping into his personal space. Grinning rather wickedly, not understanding the strange urge that had came over her, she rubbed her nose with her mate's, giggling a bit as he twitched in response. "I figured it out Master," she said in a low husky tone, "you're mine... as I am yours," she went on slowly pausing to kiss him across the lips. Putting her hands on his board shoulders she leaned her head back for a moment studying his face for a long moment as if looking for something. Feeling rather pleased with herself she leaned back toward him... and licked him right across the nose.

Vejita's eyes widened in disbelief his tail sharply snapping in the air behind him as he growled playfully at his laughing little mate before he lunged suddenly tossing her over his shoulder. "That's it pet... you got to be reminded who is in charge around here." He hissed marching back to the bed and tossing her onto it, pouncing on her before she could roll away.

"You're tail?" Bulma brightly guessed knowing that it would only get her into more trouble, but not caring, this was the kind of trouble she liked. Some part of her purring happily as her mate growled lowly at her his eyes flashing with his arousal and lust. As much as he claimed he wanted an obedient pet, he wouldn't give up her small acts of rebellion for anything, he liked her unpredictable nature. How she would shift from all business to playfulness without warning playing her little games with him anywhere and at any time as long as it meant he was pounding inside of her for the rest of the night.

With a low growl rumbling in his chest Vejita put his head near Bulma's ear, a wicked light shining in his eyes, "Pet... obey your master," he began triggering one of the obedience commands he had implanted in her psyche, pausing to lick her ear, "show me your wild half... purr for me." He ordered, chuckling as she began to do just that her eyes shifting a bit as she arched into his caressing hands eager for more the Master had. "That's my girl... I'll take you hunting soon... you'll like that wouldn't you Pet?" he asked, slipping two fingers inside his mate while his lips went to her neck his fangs easily finding his bite mark.

Bulma didn't reply as she purred happily for Master enjoying his touch. She had missed his touch while away now understanding that only he could make things better and guard her properly. Thrusting her hips in time with his teasing hand, she tried to lick at his chest wanting to taste some part of him but he kept moving away.

Vejita's looked down at his pet, smirking at her lust filled eyes with something not quite human staring back at him wanting and needing him. "Stay," he warned as he quickly slide out of his sleeping pants and positioned himself at her entrance, "you are mine," he growled his fangs showing in the dim light, "now and always." He vowed as he slammed into her, burying himself to the hilt as he pulled her head to his neck, knowing his little pet was growing restless being confined in the castle when she wanted to run free in the night with him. Setting a hard pace he allowed her to lick and nip at his neck, knowing she wouldn't bite unless giving permission. However he first had to remind her who was in charge and who was the pet, "Good pets get rewarded," he whispered into her ear before pushing himself up but keeping his cock buried inside her, "come here," he said his eyes glowing with energy.

Purring and cooing as she used Vejita's strong arms to pull herself up, hissing lowly as his cock moved within her. Grunting lowly as she stared into Master's eyes, she remained still holding onto him, liking the feel of him inside her. Grabbing her hips so she couldn't go anywhere, Vejita allowed his ki to raise and encircle them both as he gentle hovered off the bed so he could shift into a more comfortable position before lowering them back down once more so they were both sitting up now. With hands still on her hips he began to slowly slide her up and down on his cock setting the pace he wanted for her, which she eagerly caught onto happily riding him in this new pion.ion.

Bulma rode him slowly, hands resting on his shoulders for support, forcing herself to keep the pace Master had set knowing she had to please him so she could get her reward, her feral eyes staring into his rapidly becoming lost in his hypnotic hold. "That's right," Vejita purred capturing his pet's mind as he slowly ran his hands up and down her back. "Look into my eyes... there is no other but me. I will make it all better Pet... I have the answers you seek... all you need to do is ask." He whispered in a low voice as his Pet slowly rode him keeping her gaze upon his falling further into his embrace. "And I will take all the hunger and pain away." He finished, one hand going to the back of her neck and pulling her head to his a signal that she could now speed up her pace Master was done with his instructions for theht. ht. "Feed... become stronger for me my Pet, so I won't have to use the commands to let you out. Grow strong for me to hunt at my side where you belong." He urged closing his eyes in bliss at Bulma's snarl of agreement as she re-bit his bite mark a low rumbling purr building in her chest. "Good girl," he purred taking her hips in his hands and began directing once more making sure she was moving up and down at a faster harder pace for them both, his pet giving his neck one last lick before raising her head to kiss him hungrily. For the rest of the night the only sound in the room was grunts and purrs as Vejita used his pet in several positions taking her repeatedly on the bed, each time with a wild urgency as if firmly placing his mark on her so she would have no doubt who was Master and who was Pet.


End Part 2.