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Recovery	By : Not_Bulma06 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 4750 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or its characters.

I want to thank SilverSakura for the kind review! I hope I do not disappoint :) Thank you for the positive ratings!

This chapter has some fairly graphic content in it; it isn't a lemon for the sake of a lemon. I hope it shows how twisted Bulma's mind. Please enjoy.

Chapter 2: Asking Nicely
Brows furrowed, he sat deep in thought watching Bulma suspended in the healing pod. He had to push his feelings aside to find a solution to this hurdle. Vegeta knew he could not call on Kakarot or Gohan to help him, bringing them into the fray would only cause Bulma further distress once she woke up. He knew it would be days before Bulma would wake up, her injuries were fairly extensive.
Vegeta knew he would have to call upon the Namekian for any assistance, he would be the only one able to comprehend this situation. Bulma’s Earthling friends would be quick to judge Vegeta for this situation, a situation that he did not have a direct hand in creating. He hung in the air, feeling for the Namekian’s energy. He quickly pin pointed the energy and rocketed off to find him.
Piccolo sat, meditating on a rocky out crop. The wasteland surrounding suited him, although he had been spending more time at lookout with Dende and Mr.PoPo. Piccolo felt him hanging in the air behind him. What on Earth could the Prince of all Saiyans want from him, he thought to himself. His inner voice layered with sarcasm, his thoughts interrupted by Vegeta’s voice.
“Namekian. Come with me.”
Piccolo stood, turning to look up at the hovering Saiyan. Vegeta’s expression was blank with a seriousness to his eyes, giving no clue to what he wanted. The Namekian crossed his arms, raising a brow in a silent directed at Vegeta.
Vegeta mumbled something so quietly, Piccolo’s ears couldn’t make out the words. Uttering these words seemed to unnerve Vegeta just by saying them. This amused Piccolo.
“What did you say Vegeta? I didn’t catch that?”
Vegeta turned away, crossing his arms tightly across his broad chest. He would rather have a blade buried into his gut than utter those words again. This is for her, he reminded himself. To help his mate come back to this world, raise her from the pits of her inner hell he would have to momentarily get over his own pride. His face flushed red as he whispered again.
“I need your help.”
Piccolo chuckled with a coy smirk. He brought himself to be on level with the Saiyan Prince. He looked over, Vegeta’s discomfort amused him further. What could be so horrible that he would seek out help from anyone?
“Of course, friend. Why did you not seek Goku?”
Vegeta glared, snapping his head to look over at the green skinned alien. Again reminding himself, he would have to put up with the Namekian’s antics until Bulma was back. Once his mate was again standing by his side as companion, lover, and parent of their child- the heckling from the Namekian would be worth it.
“Just follow me. You will understand.” He said shortly, blasting off back home.
Vegeta couldn’t bear to watch Piccolo’s reaction to horror story scrawled over the mounds of paper. He simply leaned against the cold metal wall of the lab; his eyes closed just listening to the steady beeping of Bulma’s heart monitor. He could hear Piccolo shift, shuffling the papers back into the original order.
“Vegeta, how did Bulma come to need the healing tank?” He was careful to not hold any accusatory tone in his questioning.
“She either fell or jumped from the roof. I thankfully was able to get to her immediately. When I brought her down here, I found that writing.”
Vegeta moved over to stand in front of the tank, watching Bulma floating peacefully. He could see the Namekian standing behind him. He wondered how he would react further.
“I understand why you didn’t go to Goku. We do not get along, but I do not judge you Vegeta. I once was pure evil, a dark soul not able to appreciate life in the least bit. These events have not transpired, you now have the hindsight to avoid any further damage. What do you need of me?”
Relief from judgement, something that her Earthling friends couldn’t provide. He had made progress but since the World’s Martial Arts Tournament, where he slaughtered so many innocent lives he could feel fear, apprehension, and anger directed at him. Even sacrificing himself in a failed attempt to destroy Majin Buu could not erase the damage he had inflicted upon the world and his image.
While Vegeta discussed various methods of aiding Bulma in her road to regaining herself; Bulma floated with in the chamber in a dream like state. Her mind flashing different images in random sequence. She no longer felt the need to shy away or run in fear from the forms of Vegeta, Goku, and Gohan.
The rush and warmth of arousal overcame her small body unbeknownst to Vegeta and Piccolo.
She did not struggle against Gohan, slamming himself deep into her backside. His savage bite to her tender breast provoke her release a deep moan from her throat. Her moan muffled by the thickness of Goku’s member pressing deeper into her throat with each of Gohan’s thrust. Waves of orgasm rushed over her body. In a moment the scenery and partners changed.
The images were blurry; creations of fantasy from her now twisted mind. She sat back wards upon Gohan’s lap, pressing his throbbing phallus deep into her core. Looking on, she watched Vegeta sitting calmly across the room. As he watched her, Goku greedily sucked upon Vegeta’s arousal. She wondered how far this dream would go.
She matched Goku’s rhythm as she moved on the youngest Saiyan’s throbbing shaft. Her blue eyes locked with Vegeta’s. Bulma could see Goku’s pace quicken, Vegeta craning his head back letting loose a deep grown. She pulled herself off of Gohan; taking his hand to pull him come close to the other Saiyans. She bent over, placing all her upper body to lie on Goku’s head. Her weight forced him to take Vegeta deeper. She felt Gohan position himself behind her, two large hands firmly grasping her hips to forcefully enter her swollen wet flower. Let’s see how you like it when it’s forced down your throat- Kakarot. Each time Gohan plunged himself into Bulma, the resulting force pushed Goku further down Vegeta.
Bulma’s eye were fiercely burning as she stared back into Vegeta’s dark orbs. She felt Vegeta’s hips buck below the masses of flesh, the four seemed to melt into one. Vegeta’s eyes grew wide, releasing a lustful roar as he climaxed. Bulma interrupted his vocal declaration of satisfaction with a harsh kiss. She kept Vegeta in her vice like lock of her lips as Gohan released himself deeply into her.
These perverse images and dreams would continue to invade Bulma’s thoughts as she healed. The fragility of her mental state began to morph into a sick need for more…more control.
While Bulma dreamed her twisted dreams Vegeta and Piccolo discussed various situations to attempt to rehabilitate the small blue haired woman.
“Look Namekian if I thought it would be easy, I would have not come to you for assistance.”
He rocked back in a chair, massaging his furrowed brows with a gloved hand. Vegeta released a slow deliberate breath before sucking in sharply.
“Why can’t things be simple like back on Namek?” He asked himself, his words pricked Piccolo’s ears.
“What do you mean on Namek?” Piccolo raised an eye brown in question at the Saiyan prince.
Vegeta flushed red across his face with a flash of embarrassment to form a look of annoyance.
“Don’t concern yourself with it Namekian.”
Piccolo chucked, amused with Vegeta’s momentary emotive state. He glanced over to Bulma floating in the tank and sighed.
“Look why don’t you get some rest, it seems that she will be in there a while.”
Vegeta glared, only providing Piccolo with a grunt before leaving the lab. He passed Bunny in the main atrium of the house. Without going into detail he informed her that Bulma had an accident and she would need to watch Trunks for him for a few days. She happily agreed to help without pressing the apparently troubled man for information. Vegeta soon entered his room, the room he soon shared with his mate. He peeled off his clothes and laid himself out across the empty bed. The cold satin bedding soothed his bare skin. He was mentally drained and fell into a deep dreamless sleep.

Well I know that was a bit extreme but I hope everyone liked it. Will Bulma achieve her fantacy? Slowly working on Ch 3, please C&C! Thank you!
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