A Light in the Darkness

A Light in the Darkness part 3

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A Light in the Darkness - part 3:
A Surprise for Vegeta
by Mia Skywalker & Wataruo


PAIRING: Bulma/Vegeta (this part)
RATING: Still X
WARNINGS: More lemon. Next part is as well. You may choose not to read it, but unfortunately you'll miss a pretty major plot point if you do!
DISCLAIMER: Neither of us owns any of the DBZ characters, but we both wish we owned Vegeta. (We do own Vegeta action figures. Does that count?) These characters are owned by Toei, Viz, Akira Toriyama, and FUNimation, even though the last one is a crying shame. We do own what we've written here, and our specific storyline, just not Dragonball itself. We make no money off of any of these guys, nor off this
fic.
SUMMARY: Vegeta gets a surprise!
NOTES: ::ahem:: Lemon....
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS: A big thank you to Selenity Jade and W-chan for the
re-beta on this! ^_^
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Last time on Dragonball Z: A Light in the Darkness....

Knowing that Bulma wouldn't be able to support his weight, Vegeta rolled off her
onto his back. He lay there for several moments, his heart pounding and
breathing ragged. It took him longer than usual to come back to himself, but he
recovered before Bulma did. He shifted himself so that he was on his side,
propped himself up on his elbow, and he lazily traced patterns on Bulma's
stomach with his hand as he waited for her say something. He imagined that she
would be angry with him for seducing her. She had every right to be, and if she
asked him why he had done it, he wouldn't be able to give her a satisfactory
answer.

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Bulma gasped for breath, as she shuddered back to herself. The feelings which
had drowned her so thoroughly were beginning to ebb, and her mind was gradually
coming back to itself. As it did, and she realized what they had done, she felt
a sudden shame and horror wash over her, and closed her eyes in mortification. ::What
have I done?:: she thought in despair. ::How could I have done that?::
She was honest enough to admit to herself that she had been just as culpable in
the affair as Vegeta had been. 

'Affair' was the correct word, she thought to herself. She couldn't believe
she had done that. She suddenly wanted to curl up in a ball, to sink into the
earth and never have to face anyone again. Especially Vegeta. What must he think
of her? He probably assumed that either she threw herself at every man around...
or that she was so desperate for a man that she would choose him. She started to
shrink in on herself, mortified with her own behaviour. She wished she could
sneak out of the room, but had the feeling he wouldn't let her. ::I guess it
couldn't hurt to try,:: she thought to herself, opening her eyes to glance at
him, to see if she could find a way to sneak out.

Vegeta raised an eyebrow when she looked over at him, but didn't say
anything. The Saiyan prince had a tough time trying to figure out what her
expression meant. He had the nagging suspicion that she wanted to bolt. He
wondered if she was embarrassed by what they had done. It didn't make sense to
him; after all, it was a natural function and they both had gotten something out
of it. Vegeta frowned down at her when he realized that something was most
certainly wrong. But he couldn't for the life of him figure out what it was.

When Bulma saw Vegeta studying her so intently, she swallowed nervously. She
had no idea why he was staring at her that way, or what it meant. The sudden
frown on his face sent a wave of despair through her, as she realized that she
must have displeased him in some way.

She closed her eyes again, swallowing a sob hastily, and shivered
unconsciously, as her mind raced to find a way out of this. ::What else?:: she
thought, in a sudden flash of wry pain. ::No wonder Yamcha never wanted to
sleep with me. It's obvious that I'm no good in bed, from the look on Vegeta's
face. And he's obviously as repulsed as Yamcha was. I'm getting old, and ugly,
and I'm not even good to sleep with! Maybe I can run away. Maybe he'll leave me
alone now. If he doesn't hate me! Who am I fooling? He's always hated me. But
now he'll hate me even more, and he'll have reason!::

She sat up abruptly, wrapping the sheet around her, and started to head
towards the door.

Before Bulma could make it to the door, Vegeta had stood up and scooped her
up into his arms. "Leaving so soon?" he asked as he smirked down at
her. As he was looking at her, a stain on the sheet caught his attention. It
took him a few moments to realize that it was blood. Bulma's blood. His eyes
widened in surprise, and if it had been possible, his jaw would have hit
fl
floor.

"You were a virgin!?!" he asked her incredulously. "I thought
that you and Yamcha...." He trailed off, frowning at her when he realized
that obviously Yamcha had not been Bulma's lover. He was shocked into
speechlessness as he stared down at the woman in his arms.

Bulma's heart pounded in terror and anticipated pain. She swallowed heavily,
feeling a lump in her throat that made it difficult to swallow or breathe. She
couldn't move away from him without squirming ungracefully out of his arms and
probably landing ignominiously on the ground, so she simply stayed still,
staring down at a spot on the floor, filled with utter humiliation.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, in a voice filled with pain and
self-recrimination. "Maybe if I had been more experienced, you might have
liked it more." Tears started to sting her eyes, but she didn't let them
fall. She started shivering in his arms, still afraid to try to leave. "But
Yamcha never wanted me, just as you don't either, because I know I'm not good
enough...."

"Kami woman, why didn't you tell me?" he asked looking down at her.
He realized ruefully that he hadn't given her much of a chance. "Did I hurt
you?" he asked. He knew that for women the first time was often painful,
and if he had known, he would have been gentler. ::Or not have seduced her at
all.:: Vegeta felt uncomfortable at having taken something from Bulma that
she could never replace. ::She should have given her virginity to someone she
cares for.::

Vegeta didn't like the feelings of protectiveness that were overwhelming him.
He didn't know how to deal with them, and was more than a little confused on how
to handle the situation.

Then something she said caught his attention. "What are you talking
about, woman? I enjoyed it. Didn't you?" he asked.

"I didn't tell anyone," she whispered, still full of self-loathing.
"I didn't want everyone to know that... that he didn't want me." The
tears she had been fighting to hold back started to fall. "He never wanted
me because I wasn't young anymore, I wasn't pretty enough anymore, and he has
all those other women...."

She shivered, too raw with her emotions at the moment to be anything but
completely honest with him, as she continued speaking in a soft whisper filled
with self-hatred and recrimination. "He has all these other women, so he
doesn't want me, because I'm not as young and as beautiful as they are. How
could you say you enjoyed it? You looked so angry, like you wanted to hurt me
again!"

"Again?" Vegeta pounced on the word. "I hurt you?" For
some reason the prince was feeling slightly nauseous. "Woman, I am sorry.
It was not my intention to hurt you." As soon as he uttered his apology he
realized he meant it. He hadn't meant to hurt her and knew instinctively that he
would never harm her. He sat down on the edge of the bed still holding her in
his arms. He rocked her like one would comfort a crying child and considered
what she had told him. Yamcha didn't want her? He had more than one woman?

::What is that baka thinking!?!:: he thought incredulously. Bulma was
one of the most beautiful women he had ever known, so what was Yamcha's problem?
::He doesn't know how to treat a woman, that is for certain.::

"Yes, but it wasn't your fault." Bulma continued to whisper, her
tears clogging her throat, choking her. "It was mine. I didn't... I guess
it was because I didn't know what I was doing, so I didn't do something right.
I'm sure there's something wrong with me, isn't there?" Tears continued to
flow unchecked down her face, and she gripped his shoulders instinctively, her
fingernails digging into his skin. "I know there's something wrong with me,
because it hurt, and because... because you were so angry at me. I'm sorry I did
it wrong, Vegeta. I'm sorry. I won't do it again."

"What? How could it be your fault?" Vegeta looked at her in
confusion. "Don't you know that it always hurts the first time for a woman?
It was nothing that you did. And where did you get the idea that I was angry
with you? I don't understand..."

Vegeta trailed off, watching Bulma in concern. He had never seen her like
this. She was completely convinced that there was something wrong with her and
he was determined to prove otherwise. "I can prove it, woman. There is
nothing wrong with you." He bent his head and kissed her gently, not
wanting to upset her any more than he already had.

Bulma responded immediately to Vegeta's kiss, not even aware that she was
doing so. Her arms snaked around his neck, pulling him closer to her, once again
caressing the skin on the nape of his neck. She had heard his words, but she
didn't really believe them. She knew there was something wrong with her.
Otherwise Yamcha wouldn't have avoided her, and Vegeta wouldn't have been angry
with her, and it wouldn't have hurt her. It was the memory of that pain that
caused Bulma to suddenly freeze. What was she doing? She was going to let Vegeta
have sex with her again, hurt her again. Somehow it hadn't worked right before.
What made her think it would work right this time? She froze, her eyes open in
shock, every muscle in her body tense with the anticipation of the pain that he
was going to cause her.

Vegeta felt her whole body go tense and it confused him. She had been
responding. She had enjoyed their previous bout of lovemaking, he was sure of
it. So what was wrong? "Calm down, woman," he told her softly as his
free hand stroked her lower back to soothe her fears. "I won't hurt
you." He kissed her mouth lightly, trying to get her to respond to him
again.

"You... you won't?" she whispered against his lips. "Then you
won't... to me... again...?" She was confused, bewildered. She wanted him
to - oh, she wanted him to! - but she was afraid that it would hurt again. She
was afraid that there was something wrong with her. But she also wanted him to
touch her again, the way he had before, making her feel so absolutely wonderful.
She had never imagined that anything could feel so fantastic in her entire life.

"I promise I won't," he whispered against her mouth. He lay back on
the bed, holding Bulma on his chest, and kissed her passionately when he sensed
that she wasn't going to panic and flee. He slipped his hands underneath the
sheet and caressed her skin. Vegeta explored her mouth with his, memorizing the
feel of her lips against his as he held her against him.

Vegeta's hands on her skin were building a fire deep inside of her, making
her ache in an oddly pleasant way. She didn't want him to stop touching her. She
knew that she should, and that she shouldn't want this so much, but she was
powerless to stop him, powerless to even want to stop him. Her hands slipped
around him, caressing his chest. She was amazed at how soft his skin felt. It
wasn't rough like she had always imagined it would be, but soft and silky, yet
it overlay muscles of steel, sculpted like warm marble. She opened her mouth
wider, allowing his tongue to explore the inner contours of her own, as a soft
moan escaped her, and she pressed herself unconsciously against him.

His own low growl mingled with hers as she pressed herself to him. He slowly
unwrapped the sheet from her body and let it drop carelessly to the floor and
shifted so that Bulma was lying slightly beneath him. His mouth found her
breast, his hand kneaded the other as he sucked and licked at her nipple. Vegeta
found it exhilarating the way she squirmed underneath him, arching her hips
against his.

Bulma's body was on fire, his touches igniting her, leaving trails of flame
where they touched her skin. His mouth on her breast was molten lava, lifting
her into the air, giving her wings. She felt herself flying.... Her hands rested
on his shoulders, caressing them, trailing down his arms to his biceps where she
felt powerful muscles bunching under her touch. The sensual feel of his strength
and control under such smooth skin was a contrast that made her absolutely wild.
Her legs parted instinctively, and she whimpered softly, not knowing what she
was begging for, but knowing she needed something from him, which only he could
give her.

Vegeta smirked in satisfaction when she arched into him. He trailed kisses
down to her belly, and then paused to play with her navel. Then he moved lower
still, slipping his tongue inside of her, and made satisfied slurping noises as
he drank her in. Vegeta was aware of her hands in his hair, systematically
gripping then relaxing as he continued his exploration of her with his mouth.

Bulma whimpered when he pulled away but gasped when he pressed the tip of his
arousal to her entrance. He smirked down at her as she writhed beneath him. Her
movements were almost more than he could take but he held back to kiss her
deeply beforidiniding into her warmth.

Bulma's fears and anticipation of the pain she was sure she would feel were
forgotten as his movements inside of her once again invoked that intense
pleasure she had felt earlier. She could feel herself rising as that wondrous
feeling spread its way back through her limbs, centering in her womanhood, where
he stroked her in such an incredible manner. She was once again incapable of
telling him to stop, even if she wanted to. She cried out softly, her back
arching against him, her fingers clenching, digging into his biceps, the nails
drawing blood without either of them being aware of it.

He increased the tempo of his thrusts, and she began to move as well,
matching him thrust for thrust, although not with as much strength and force as
he was using. She squeezed him automatically, and he could feel himself going
over the edge in a way that he had never done with a female before. Her innocent
caresses managed to increase his own passions, and he was very quickly losing
control. He bent forward, still thrusting inside of her, and took a nipple in
his mouth, licking the tip of it lightly. She cried out again and arched toward
him, allowing him easier access to her breasts. He suckled each one, one after
the other, making her lose her rhythm with him so she simply moaned and writhed
mindlessly.

His lips, tongue, and hands on her breasts, as well as his manhood inside of
her, all contrived to suddenly lift her and shatter her into little shards of
pleasure. He raised his head and captured her cries in his mouth, and her gentle
squeezing on him sent him over the edge as well. He thrust a few times more
savagely, and then threw his head back and roared aloud his fulfillment, as she
shuddered and quaked with the last vestiges of her own climax under him.

Vegeta rolled onto his back taking Bulma with him so that she now rested on
his chest. He had reredered more quickly than she had and he could feel her
heart pounding against his chest. He stroked her back with his hand as her
breathing slowed.

If someone asked him why he had just made love to Bulma, he wouldn't have
been able to answer. He still couldn't believe that the passionate woman he held
in his arms had been a virgin. Why hadn't Yamcha touched her? Was he that
pathetic that he didn't know how to please a woman? He continued to ponder this
as he lay there with her, and he cout fit find an answer to his question no
matter how hard he thought about it.

To be continued.....

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And on the next exciting episode of Dragonball Z: A Light in Darkness (sorry, I think I watch too much DBZ! ;-) - Needless angst due to lack of communication.

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