Problems with having a Tail

Title: Problems with Having a Tail {part 2}
Author: ShadowDrake
Note: Back by popular demand and request for more Vejita friskiness…I finally found the time to finish the sequel to Problems with Having a Tail.

PROBLEMS WITH HAVING A TAIL
Part 2:

“Sit still woman,” Vejita ordered his squirming mate who refused to settle down in his lap as the two set before the low burning fire pit in the remote cabin that served as their retreat from the rest of the world. The dark Saiya-jin Prince preferred the little hideaway with its heavy timber and stone construction nestled snug in a nearly forgotten mountain valley. There was plenty of wild game in the area and the small greenhouse garden his mate kept whenever they were spending the summer and most of the fall – hidden away from the fools that called themselves warriors – ensured they would not go hungry.

“I think…,” Bulma countered twisting her upper body around to look at him, “…you…” she paused to give him a quick kiss. “…Should tell…,” and another, “…that to…,” followed by one more “…your tail.” She finally got out grinning at the confused look in her mate’s black eyes. “It won’t leave me alone,” she clarified, using one finger to lightly stroke the length of the appendage in question that lay across her thigh.

Arching an eyebrow at the slight ruffle of his tail fur, Vejita leaned a bit to the side to see where his prehensile appendage was, a frown coming to his face as he noted its position. ‘Leave her alone’ he ordered his wayward tail that was lazily draped across Bulma’s right thigh the tip resting between her legs. ‘It’s not time for that’ he firmly told his tail, which was absently brushing and stroking Bulma’s silk covered crotch under the robe she wore. As if having a mind of its own, the defiant appendage merely paused in it’s task for a moment to come out from under the robe to wag its tip at him like it was laughing at the command before returning to its previous activity. Hearing a snicker off to his side, the proud Warrior Prince turned his dark piercing eyes back to his grinning mate who wasn’t even trying to hide her laughter. “Quit encouraging it,” he ordered in a gruff voice, “you are corrupting it… taunting it and teasing it into disobeying.” He accused as his tail continued to ignore him having found something far more interesting and entertaining to do then anything its owner seemed to want to do at the moment.

“I’M encouraging it?!” Bulma challenged suppressing a low moan of pleasure as Vejita’s clever tail managed to brush aside the fabric of her panties and reach bare skin. “I think…,” she got out before closing her eyes as the industrious appendage darted inside of her momentarily, causing her to unconsciously move closer to him, her mind almost forgetting the conversation. Nuzzling her nose against her mate’s neck, Bulma paused to lick at the tan skin she found there hoping he’d get the hint and replace his teasing tail with something else. ‘Damn frisky Saiya-jins and their tails’ she thought ruefully, one of her hands going to his crotch to return the favour as she continued her licking and nipping at his neck and bare chest. ‘Its not fair how he gets added help like that!’

“Yes…YOU are encouraging it,” Vejita went on shifting a bit to slide out from under her, a faint light shining in his dark eyes, “encouraging ME, taunting me with your mere presence to come and make you mine.” He continued in a husky voice slowly lowering her to her back with one hand while his tail snapped and lashed at the air behind him in anticipation. “You are forever clothing your body in the most unfit rags… either obscuring my view of you or allowing others to see way too much.” He admonished before ducking his head to capture her lips with his own, one hand going to the sash of her robe to tug at it, impatiently pushing the offending garment aside to lay a hand on her bare stomach. He kept his hand there for a long moment as he shifted slightly to capture one of her nipples between his teeth earning him a contented moan from his withering mate.

Bulma allowed herself to relax as Vejita’s clever tongue and teeth played with her breast, her back arching eagerly even as his hand on her stomach held her down. “Please,” she heard herself gasp as she tried to move closer to him, one hand blindly trying to caress the straining bulge in his pants but he kept moving away from her. Only to have him chuckle darkly against her breast as he kept that hand on her stomach, holding her firmly yet gently down, “Vejita… please… I need…,” she began as a cool wet tongue licked the tip of her nipple before being blown on gently by her teasing mate. It wasn’t often that her Dark Prince got into a teasing mood but when he did, Bulma knew she would be in for a long night of being tormented by her wicked lover until she was near mindless with desire.

“No,” Vejita said with another chuckle raising his head to regard his mate who lay before him with eyes closed trying desperately to regain some kind of control of herself. “Daily you taunt and tease me with your little games…always testing and mocking my self-control.” He went on in a strange tone, an odd look in his eyes as he stared down at her thoughtfully as if looking for something. “Daring me to come closer…claim what is mine,” he whispered before lowering his head once more a faint growl in his voice as his hands began to move and Bulma lost all thought as her mate claimed her for himself.

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Vejita settled Bulma’s sleeping form on the alcove bed built into the wall next to the fireplace and settled down beside her, a faint smug grin on his face as he paused to brush a lock of her hair out of her face so he could see her better. It never ceased to amaze him how fast and brightly she burned for him, how the faintest of touches it seemed had her in his lap eager to get him naked and inside her. He supposed it was the conqueror in him that insisted she always be near mindless with desire for him before he took her. Not that he was ever so cruel as to leave her unfulfilled, he enjoyed watching her as she came for him, how her eyes were always at their brightest and most flashing as she rode out orgasm after orgasm while he mercilessly pounded inside of her. He liked wearing her out to the point her eyes were already drifting shut after he was done having his way with her for the moment. It always gave his ego a boost knowing that only he could drain her that way, that she would always turn to him to make her complete, knowing that he would not rest until she was nearly hoarse from screaming his name over and over.

His grin grew wider as he thought of how she looked while she tried so desperately to keep up with the pace of his thrusts at times; he enjoyed watching her stubborn, determined side try to wrestle control from him. Not that she ever won, but he did love to watch her try. He still got hard thinking about the time she tried to seduce him by coming to him dressed in leather and trying to handcuff him to the bed while she rode him mercilessly. Not that her puny restrains could hold him for long, even if they had been specially designed for him. Although he did thoroughly enjoy breaking out of the restrains and taking her until she submitted to him in the ancient ways of his people by baring her throat submissively, silently asking to become his for all time. He closed his eyes briefly recalling the image of his mate laying meekly before him with her soft throat exposed to him whimpering faintly in need while trying to compose herself, determined to prove she was a worthy mate for him.

Edging closer to her, Vejita nuzzled the side of her neck while placing one hand on her flat stomach. With an almost inaudible sigh he felt himself begin to relax, letting his mate’s scent and presence wash over him calming and soothing him as it always did when she was near. He couldn’t explain how Bulma’s mere presence effected him as it did, often bringing him out of a dark mood by simply walking into the room. He just knew it did and embraced it, a part of him whispering without her, he would surely lose his mind. Granted his woman had a temper and an ego on a par with his own at times, but she also had a softer, gentler side she only had with him. Only when she was alone with him did she feel comfortable enough to let go of her “bitchy” side and just be herself. Vejita loved this soft side of his mate; she kept him sane – for the most part – kept him focused. He knew he had to be the best to keep Bulma for himself least another came along and tried to take her from him.

Pausing to give his slumbering mate’s neck a playful lick, Vejita absently began to trace designs along the muscles of her stomach, a faint purr rumbling in his chest as he continued to bask in the tranquillity his mate offered. While Bulma did not have a high ki level, nor was she able to channel and expel said ki into force blasts like he could, Vejita knew how hard and diligently his mate worked to stay fit and trim. Bulma was strong for a human female, far stronger than most gave her credit for, given a weapon and an adversary unable to use ki blasts she was more than capable of defending herself. Which was proven during one particular incident with a would-be kidnapper that left Bulma with a set of bruised knuckles and a black eye; although, that didn’t stop Vejita from insisting on taking over her training. He made sure she continued to train properly, building lean strong muscles and horning the martial arts that the runt, Kuririn, had been secretly teaching her over the years.

Vejita didn’t know why Bulma had chosen the monk to teach her the martial arts, but in the long run he supposed it was for the best; at least Kuririn had taught her something useful and didn’t waste any time by trying to hit on her or by endlessly shoving food down his throat. The Prince was sure his mate would have gotten herself killed if that idiot Kakarrot or that scarred weakling Yamcha had tried teaching her anything. Vejita found himself shuddering as an image of his mate doing a bizarre bastardised version of Yamcha’s signature “wolf-fang-fist” attack flashed through his mind. Muttering a dark curse and vowing to slowly torture that fool to death yet again, Vejita firmly pushed the image aside in favour of a more pleasurable one; such as his mate naked and at his mercy. He really liked that image – along with any other image that had his Bulma eager for him – and best of all it didn’t make him ill or want to claw out his own eyes in horror.

The hand on Bulma’s stomach stopped suddenly in mid-tracing as Vejita’s eyes snapped open, his breath catching in his throat. ‘By the ancients!’ he swore to himself as his finger slowly went in reverse over her abdominal muscles stopping in a half arch over her belly button. Flattening his hand to place his palm over the area he concentrated focusing his senses on her belly as if searching for something. Vejita set up slowly careful not to awaken Bulma while keeping his hand on her stomach as if afraid by moving it he would somehow destroy the tiny life growing inside his mate’s womb. An almost feral grin tugged at the corners of his mouth as he reached out with his mind, examining the faint little whisper of life, while the ki level was tiny almost undetectable he could tell it was going to be a strong one.

His feral grin turned to one of determination as he thought of the gift his mate had given him. His possessiveness for Bulma growing as a stray thought entered his mind whispering ‘They will try to take the two of them from you… take your mate and give her to another while your brat will be taught by fools… if not killed outright… you know how they hate you. It is no secret that scarred idiot wants your mate, he will be more then willingly to see you dead and your brat called his if it means getting into Bulma’s bed once again. You know how accidents happen… your brat will not be safe if you are not around to teach it the ways of a warrior,’ the voice taunted him ‘you have to become stronger… deadlier… to protect them.’ Vejita’s suppressed a growl as his mind mercilessly played out scenario after scenario of Kakarrot and his band of fools trying to take his family from him. (NO,) the Prince, his eyes glowing with rage, growled into the stillness of the cabin, (no one will take my mate or my brat from me and live... NO ONE!) He vowed in his native language.

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Bulma slowly opened her eyes as she drifted toward consciousness and found herself drowning in a pair of twin black orbs alight with an inner fire. Suppressing a sudden shriek, it took her a moment to realise that she was staring into the eyes of her dark mate who seemed to have developed an overwhelming urge to stare into her face while she slept. “Vejita?” she questioned, raising one hand to touch the side of his face her eyes locking with his. He seemed to be lost within himself as if engaged with some inner struggle. He did that sometimes, usually late at night whenever past memories overwhelmed him, driving him out of his slumber. Sometimes it would take her hours to calm him enough for his mind to right itself and return to her. During those long nights she often found herself held captive in his arms as his unseeing eyes relived some past image that still scarred his soul.

“You’re mine,” he said in a whispered somewhat haunted voice, the look in his eyes shifting slightly at her touch as if the simple contact of her hand to his face seemed to bring him back to himself somewhat, “even if you do shamelessly tease me to distraction.” He added with a sultry smirk absently nuzzling her hand as he felt a part of himself relax. Letting her touch calm him as it always did.
He knew that she was his; that she had chosen to be by his side and would not leave him for another. But there were still times when his own self-doubt would surface, when that small part of him that he refused to give council to would slip into his forethought and fill him with questions of her love.

“I know,” she said, recognizing that somewhat wild, distracted look in his eyes that told her he had been worrying again.

Vejita smiled down at his mate, knowing she understood in that way of hers. That she knew what he was trying to say, even if he himself didn’t have a clue to what he was talking about. But his mate did know, he could tell by that look in her eyes and the soft little grin that tugged at the corners of her mouth whenever he got in these moods to try to give voice to the feelings he had for her. While he rarely paid attention to his emotions, aside from the anger and the rage that once governed his very existence, those emotions were nothing compared to the ones his mate fired in him. Bulma aroused such fiery emotions in him that he knew he would kill anyone that threatened to take her from him, be it mortal or god, he would protect and defend what belonged solely to him. His hand returned to her still flat stomach, once again checking on the tiny ki nestled snug there, this too belonged to him; it was perhaps the only good thing he ever created. He would protect this little one too, raise the brat to be strong and proud… perhaps it would be the first of many brats…’Bulma would like a big family to take care of’, he thought firmly, ‘we will start with this little one and see how it goes.’

Bulma arched a slight eyebrow at Vejita wondering at the odd play of shadow and energy that briefly darted across his eyes before disappearing into a sea of blackness. “Mine to do with as I please when I please,” he went on in that haunted tone again, his eyes momentarily un-focusing then focusing back on her all the while burning with a feral darkness that was so much apart of him. “I will take you with me when I go to train in space I think… I will make you scream for me… beg for me… over and over.” He promised in a dark whisper. “Will you sit at my feet worshipping me like a good mate? Or will I have to collar you and tame you anew?” He went on painting image after image in her mind, a knowing smirk flashing in his endless black eyes as he smelled his mate’s arousal. “I will have to get out the bands again won’t I? You have grown too wilful… I see it in your eyes; you seek to challenge your mate.” His hands began to move over her body with practiced ease, “you still have that leather outfit… yes, I see that in your eyes as well… you will wear it for me as I take you.” Bulma only whimpered as he went on, knowing what her life would be like if she went with him into space. She would be naked and at his feet even before the ship left Earth’s gravity, she wasn’t a fool she knew how much of a conqueror was still in her semi-reformed Dark Prince.

When Vejita called her ‘his’ he meant it… in ways far deeper and darker than the others could ever image, and she accepted it. She knew it was really the only way he could have her… it was either all or nothing at all with him. And for all his bluster and his words of possession… he would sooner tear out his own heart then be without her. In the end that was enough for her, he may be a volatile, homicidal, grumpy son-of-a-bitch of a War Prince… but he was ‘her’ Prince. He would never be a gentle loving husband living in peace, he was much too scarred both inside and out for that to ever happen. He simply did not know any other way to be, other than possessive and warlike… in time perhaps he could learn a better way, but he would always be that proud Warrior Prince at heart.

Bulma knew, in that way of hers, the real reason he wanted her to accompany him when he went into space. It wasn’t so he could have his wicked way with her all over the known universe, it was to protect himself. (Although, he did have every intention of fulfilling all his dark promises of lust and passion.) He needed her there to stop him from giving into to old habits and temptations. She was his conscious – as he once whispered softly to her – with her at his side he could keep his own rage and inner destructiveness at bay for the most part. In the end she trusted him and his dark concept of love and mates. In time, once he learned to forgive himself for the things he had to do to survive during his years as a slave to Frieza; he would learn how to be somewhat less possessive of her. But until then she would be patient with her Dark Lover as he tried to find his way along a nobler – if not – a less violent path.

Vejita paused in his exploration of his mate’s warm body and looked into her eyes to see the knowledge she had of him shining there. He nodded absently to himself, sure his mate would come with him, he knew he had to get her off the planet before the others realised she was carrying his child. He would take his little family to an remote planet he knew of that was far off the intergalactic trade routes, where his woman could have her child in safety, well she would be far away from those idiots Kakarrot and Yamcha in the very least. “Shall we make strong brats… you and I?” he questioned a faint rumbling in his chest. “Shall thousands upon thousands tremble at the mere mention of their names? …What say you mate? Shall we unleash titans upon the universe to make countless worlds shake with fear and the ancient ones roar with jealousy? Shall we, my mate… shall we?” ‘There… I said it… in the way of my people…like I never can say it in the way of yours.’

“Yes… you insane Saiya-jin,” Bulma replied with a laugh, grinning rather fondly up at him, still trying to get used to the Saiya-jin way of saying ‘I love you’, ‘leave it to a warrior race to turn ‘I love you’ into a battle cry,’ she thought ruefully. “We shall make strong brats you and I.” She got out before bring cut off by Vejita’s lips hungrily seeking hers as his hand drifted lower on her stomach seeking her inner warmth once again.

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As Bulma drifted off for the second time with Vejita curled protectively around her, she heard a faint voice whisper ‘come… my daughter of Earth… return to the ancient lands with your mate.’ Snuggling closer to her mate she sighed contently as hauntingly familiar images of a lost ancient world flickered through her mind, images of a world of monkey-tailed warriors frozen in time waiting for the return of their legendary King and his azure-haired Queen.

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Elsewhere –

In a place nestled snug between the dimensions an ancient Saiya-jin God smiled upon the last of his children. (Yes… you and your mate shall make strong brats…and the worlds shall tremble anew in both fear and awe.) The deity whispered in a nearly forgotten tongue, (come my son… bring your mate to me…reclaim what is rightfully yours.)

The End…or Beginning… or something.