Legendary Warrior

I think you will all like this one. Lemony goodness alert!!!!


Chapter 3

Vegeta watched the blue haired woman from the front steps of the Brief’s enormous home. To his acute annoyance she was presently leading thirty human children and their teachers around the Brief’s compound. While he had to admit the tiny offspring were somewhat amusing to watch, he was still impatient to get the woman alone.

With a small, resigned sigh he wandered towards the group as they gathered near his precious gravity chamber. He hovered at the edge of the group, hands in the black slacks the blond had suggested he wear, and watched the woman entertain and teach the children.

She beamed down at them and laughed as she told them very simply what the huge dome shaped chamber did. The children were awestruck one moment and giggling the next, never bored with their odd, blue-haired tour guide. He smiled slightly, realizing she would make a very good mother to his own offspring. She reminded him, a bit, of his own mother.

She noticed him over the tiny heads of the children and smiled. “Good morning Vegeta,” she called with a wave. “Say good morning to Vegeta kids,” she said to the group. As one they all started chattering and calling good morning to him. She laughed a little when he backed away slightly under the onslaught, but returned their greeting with a small, amused smile. Vegeta probably wasn’t used to so many of the tiny humans.

“Do you work here Mr. Vegeta?” one little girl chirped, giggling and blushing.

“Hardly,” he grunted. “I train in this chamber behind you.”

“Oooohhhh,” several children said as if he’d explained something profound.

“Do you have girlfriend Mr. Vegeta?” the same girl asked, fluttering her eyelashes adorably at the bulky Sayian.

He blinked. Were all earth children so forward? Probably learned that from her older sister, he thought irritably. Several other girls giggled at the question and repeated it while the boys made gagging noises. “Girlfriend?” he murmured. Isn’t that what the woman had been to the weakling? Mates but not really mates…silly concept. “Not exactly a girlfriend, but there is a woman that I am going to spend the rest of my life with. Is that close enough?” he asked flicking his eyes over to Bulma.

“Like a fiancé?” another girl asked curiously. “Is she pretty?” Several of the other girls echoed this question as well, while the boys pretended to look bored.

“She’s the most beautiful woman in the world,” he murmured, mostly to Bulma. Bulma’s face turned a rather adorable shade of pink and he smiled teasingly at her. Several of the children caught the exchange and started giggling and whispering. Before they could get too out of hand he decided that he’d better leave them to the woman. “Behave for the woman,” he murmured to the children. He waved and amidst several groans of disappointment wandered across the yard.

Bulma watched him go with a small smile on her face. She shooed the children towards the house where they were going to have a picnic and play games until they had to go back to school. Glancing back over her shoulder at the retreating Sayian, she smiled and wondered just what he was up to.

***

Bulma rubbed at her neck and shoulders. She’d given more piggyback rides and thrown more balls today than she could ever remember. Children were great, but thirty at once was a bit much. She sat on the back steps of her house and sighed. The yard looked like a small war had broken out. Toys and paper plates were everywhere. Thank goodness for a big brain and the invention of her maid bots. The tiny robots were busily rolling all over the yard, collecting and sorting, saving her from an afternoon of torture.

“Long day woman?” Vegeta rumbled softly from the doorway.

She turned and smiled. He looked amazing in those black slacks and a soft, white button down, bare toes peeking out from beneath dark fabric. She had a feeling her marriage-minded mother had deliberately dressed him it the outfit, knowing that the mussed office look at always driven Bulma wild. What woman didn’t secretly fantasize about her lover coming home from a long day at work and then pouncing on him?

She remembered he’d asked a question and sighed, looking back towards her bots. “Thirty or so five-year-olds are a bit much to deal with. They were an advanced kindergarten class from town. The children at the school are those that seem to have an interest in science. It was fun showing them around and playing with them, but man I’m sore,” she finished, rubbing at her neck again.

He snorted softly. “Why do you think I escaped?” He sat down behind her and started to gently rub at her neck and shoulders.

Stifling a groan she murmured, “You probably did the best thing. Can’t have you vaporizing someone’s kid.”

He chuckled softly, knowing she hadn’t meant it as an insult. He of all people knew he occasional had a quick temper. It had been a good quality while he purged planets, but in his new life, it was something he needed to work on.

“Mm, Vegeta, that feels amazing,” she mumbled as he continued his muscle soothing massage. She marveled at the preciseness in his touch and that he was even doing this for her at all. With a small squeeze he could effortlessly snap her neck or shoulders, but instead he used the lightest of touches to sooth her body. Really it wasn’t a great leap in thought to wonder how his touch would be in a more intimate situation. Her body warmed pleasantly at the mere thought of him running his powerful hands over her naked flesh. Would he be just as gentle or would he be rough like Chichi had warned?

Vegeta laughed softly, wickedly, behind her. “Do you remember that I can smell you woman?” he whispered close to her ear.

She blushed furiously and nodded slightly. “Yes I remember. Cut me some slack though. This is really good. What I don’t understand is why you don’t…you know….” Her blush deepened and she stared at the steps, chewing her bottom lip nervously.

“Why I don’t attack you every chance I get?” he said in soft, dark amusement. “I want to, I really do woman. But I was trying to build up something a little more…substantial first. I had hoped that love would develop between us first…but according to your mother and, even worse, Kakkarot, it takes time.” He nuzzled her hair and neck, his hot breath sending tingles through her warming body. “I am out of time.”

She turned slightly and peered up at his face. “Are you leaving?” she asked softly, disappointment clear in her voice.

He smiled and shook his head. “Not if I can help it.” He tilted her head back and ran his lips lightly across her face. “No, I just can’t keep from touching you for one more minute.”

“Goku,” she murmured softly.

“Pardon?” he growled. Had she really just said his rival’s name instead of his own? Of all the insults….

“Are you like Goku right now?” she murmured. “Chichi said Goku can’t control his…urges sometimes. Are you like that now?”

“I am in rut like Kakkarot, yes,” he grumbled pulling away gently. “Is that a problem woman?”

Bulma stood and moved away, so she couldn’t feel his body and smell his rich, spicy scent. “I just don’t want you to take me as your mate just because you’re feeling a little…hard up. What if it’s just the hormones driving you and you’ll regret it later? I mean, how long does this ‘rut’ last?”

“A month,” he grumbled.

She nodded and rubbed her forehead. Sighing, she put her hands on her hips and regarded the sexy young prince. Besides looking a tad annoyed and frustrated, he didn’t look like he was going to blow up at her for questioning him. “So what if it’s great for a month and then at the end you are thinking ‘what the hell did I do?’ But at that point it’s far too late. We’ll be permanently joined at the hip and mind, apparently, and there’s a chance I’ll even carry your child. What then?” she asked looking away, blinking at tears that shouldn’t even be there.

He growled softly and stood. “Woman,” he rumbled, tugging her against him. He tilted her face up and waited patiently for her to look up into his face. “I won’t deny that at the moment all I really can think about is sinking into you and never pulling back, but I assure you that my need to be with you is not purely hormone driven. I have been watching you for a year now. We’ve screamed at each other and I’ve come damn close to incinerating you on more occasions than I care to remember. But there’s something about you that doesn’t make me want to destroy you; I’d rather hold you and protect you. That is a new sensation, for me, and one that I don’t have around anyone else. You make me feel…normal…peaceful…needed, yet so confused,” he murmured gruffly. “I ‘must’ be physically and mentally close to you woman; I need it to survive, to stay sane.”

Bulma looked up at him with pooling eyes, listening to the heartfelt declaration from the proud man. She would have never believed that the insane prince who had come to her world a year ago, bent on destroying everything she knew, could ever say something so sincere and beautiful. “Vegeta…I mean…are you sure? I’m not an easy person to live with,” she murmured softly, her voice catching.

He smiled slightly and wiped a tear from her cheek, “Yes I know. That’s why I like pissing you off. It’s kind of fun to watch and really easy to do,” he teased. “You’re a pain in the ass most of the time, but I suppose that just makes it interesting.” When she smiled shakily at him and laughed a little, he knew he’d won. “Be mine?” he asked huskily.

She nodded. “I will be your mate if you promise you won’t regret it later.”

“Oh I’ll regret it many times, I’m sure, woman,” he said with a short laugh, “But I would regret every moment wasted, even more, if I didn’t posses you.” He bent and with a small growl settled his mouth against hers. Bulma’s soft lips pressed against his own and parted gently at his tongue’s insistence.

With a contented sigh she wrapped her arms around his neck and melted against his hard, wide body, sinking into the gentle searching kiss. She hadn’t pegged Vegeta for a gentle, careful lover. Maybe he was just unsure how to handle her. Every woman was different.

Through the fog in her brain she realized something that hadn’t occurred to her before. She pulled back and looked up into his eyes as he slowly opened them. At his questioning gaze she blushed and bit her lip. “Vegeta? Have you…have you done this before? I mean can you have sex without having a mate?”

He frowned lightly. “I suppose I could, but that isn’t the way Sayians do it,” he murmured. “Is that a problem woman?”

She shook her head, blushing. For once she wished she were still a virgin too. Ten years had wiped all possibility of that away though. “I was just curious,” she muttered lamely.

He chuckled softly, wickedly, and swept her up into his arms. “I assure you I know exactly what to do woman.” He cut off her protesting and apologizing with his mouth, kissing her until she clung for dear life and melted into his chest. Without further conversation he slide open the back door, juggling her body easily, and carried her through the house.

Mr. Briefs was reading a newspaper next to his wife in the family room and stood to see if Bulma was injured. Why else would Vegeta pack her into the house like this? Mrs. Briefs caught his arm and, with a small giggle, pulled him back to the couch. “Leave them dear,” she bubbled happily. “Mr. Vegeta has it all under control I think.”

“But…” the professor started, his protective instincts flaring. His wife shook her head and smiled telling him to just relax. Their Bulma was well into adulthood after all.

Vegeta ignored the woman’s parents and quickly bounded up the stairs and down the hall to his room. He’d wanted to see her in his bed for weeks. He’d long dreamed of her soft hair, spread against his pillow, and her soft, creamy skin against the dark blue of his sheets. Of course he admitted, with an inward smirk, he’d also imagined her sprawled on the kitchen table and bent across her desk, but that was for another day. Today he wanted nothing more than to pull off all of her clothing and explore every inch of the woman that was about to become his forever.

He set her down and immediately attacked her mouth, his lips far less gentle than they had been a moment ago. Bulma squeaked in surprise, but rapidly adjusted to the new fierceness. Apparently she was right in thinking he wouldn’t be gentle about this. Somehow soft and sweet didn’t fit Vegeta, and, strangely, she was okay with that. In fact just thinking about what was likely to come, excited her, and drove her to press hard against his muscled body.

He groaned into her mouth and slid his hand into her hair, grabbing a fist full of the silky strands and pulling her head back to better plunder her lips. It was all he could do, to keep from simply yanking up that tiny summer skirt of hers and sinking to the hilt inside her warm body. Vegeta fought the insistent prod of the hormones the rut had triggered and did his best to keep it slow. Somehow he didn’t think the lush female in his arms would appreciate their first time together to end up with her bent over the mattress and him finishing ten minutes from now. He’d heard her complaining a few times to her girlfriends that the weakling had difficulty bringing her to climax. He grinned inwardly. He may not have a whole lot of practical experience in this area, but he’d be damned if she didn’t orgasm as least once before his slid into her. After that he’d do his best to make it happen again and again.

He growled hungrily into her mouth and slid his hands down under her rear to lift her off the ground. Without the slightest indication of strain he lifted her from her feet and laid her back against the cool sheets of his wide bed, his body settling firmly against hers and his forearms taking the brunt of his dense weight. She murmured and kissed him harder as her legs looped around his narrow hips and her bare feet rested against the back of his muscular thighs.

Reflexively his hips shifted and flexed against her body, her soft groan sliding into his mouth as his hard arousal ground evocatively into her soft feminine flesh. “Oh yes,” she murmured against his lips. Feeling a brief jolt to his ego, Vegeta repeated the slow motion. She broke the kiss and arched against him, her mouth opening in wordless pleasure. He bent and gently nipped at her long, creamy neck as his hips continued their slow and tortuous press.

She reached up with trembling, clumsy fingers and tugged at the collar of his white dress shirt. “I need to feel you,” she whimpered breathlessly. “Oh!” she gasped as he flexed again. Trying to grasp the reins of her senses she blinked slowly, licking her lips and tugged again. “Please.” How did he do this; sweep away all of her senses, all of her control?

Vegeta nipped gently at the pulse of her neck and, without any thought for the shirt, reached up with one hand and tore it away. He heard her gasp of surprise and half expected her to start yelling about the cost of the thing. Instead he felt her soft fingers graze over his hard, muscled back and then heard her soft hum of pleasure. Vegeta smiled to himself and turned his attention back to the trail he was taking across her body.

He placed another lingering kiss near her pulse, the place where she’d bear his mark very soon. Regretfully leaving the tender junction of her slender neck and shoulder, he slid further down, popping the buttons of her shirt as he went. Vegeta spread the thin fabric, baring the plump swell of his mate’s breasts. He shuddered slightly at the delicious scent that hovered only near a woman’s breasts; it was warm and comforting, soothing. Drawing the scent in deeply, he shuddered again and bent to nip and kiss gently at the source.

Bulma ran her fingers lightly over Vegeta’s hair, surprised at how soft it actually was, but even more surprised by the tender homage he was paying to her breasts at the moment. He gently nipped at the flesh of her bra-plumped cleavage, sending goose bumps skittering across her body. Not wanting to lose the article of clothing and unsure if Vegeta knew how to undo it, she arched and reached under her own back to release the clasp.

He paused and looked up at her, an amused smile on his handsome face. “Eager or unsure if I would destroy it?” he asked with a small, dark chuckle.

She blushed lightly. “A little of both,” she admitted.

He smiled and lifted her slightly so he could remove her shirt and bra. “Sayian women wear a similar garment, so I would have figured it out.” He growled softly as he tossed the garments aside and gathered warm flesh in both hands. Her body was absolutely glorious. Slim and plump in all of the right places.

“But I thought you’d never done this before,” she murmured thickly as he bent into her body once again.

He lightly brushed his lips across her hard, peaked nipple. “I haven’t, but my mother had several such garments around her room. I remember them well enough,” he murmured, amusement clear in his voice. “I assure you that I’ve seen any assortment of clothing imaginable. I have also seen nearly every conceivable sexual act, so don’t think I’m a blushing, innocent virgin, woman.”

She protested, “I don’t…well not exactly.”

He laughed softly and flicked his tongue out to taste the dusky pink nipple beneath his lips. She shuddered and without further teasing he sank down and took her flesh into his mouth. Bulma gasped and clenched her fingers hard in his spiky hair as his tongue and teeth teased deliciously over her flesh. He arched his back slightly and resumed the tease of his groin sliding against hers, reveling in the ragged moans and whimpers that slid from her lips. His mate was so delightful responsive he didn’t think he’d be able to go a single day without having her at least once. Not that he minded the duty in the least.

He released her overly sensitized nipple and turned his attentions on the other. Bulma’s choking cry went straight to his groin and he instinctively thrust hard against her swollen flesh. She gave a high gasp and clenched her hands hard in his hair. He felt his control slip just a bit, but grabbed a hold of it immediately. If he lost it, he was afraid he’d do something to hurt the delicate human female. He hadn’t been joking back in her lab when he said Sayians weren’t gentle. Vegeta was inordinately proud of how well he’d reigned himself in so far, though he was becoming less and less sure of how long he could maintain that control with her making those little gasping sounds and flexing her hips against his.

He release the second nipple with one last nibble and moved down her belly, his hot, damp breath exciting her as it rushed over her tingling flesh. She felt like tiny fingers of electricity were running over her body; she felt hot and cold all at the same time.

Her excitement doubled the instant she felt him lift her hips and unzip the delicate skirt she wore and then slid both it and her soaked panties down her legs. She rose up on her elbows as Vegeta ran powerful fingers down her belly and over her sensitive, trembling thighs.

Vegeta had to close his eyes and breath deeply for a moment, trying to hold his control as her scent, unencumbered by clothing, drifted around him and filled his senses. Control. It was something he’d always prided himself on, what he was known for. Cold, deliberate control. With a looming sense of dread he felt it slip horribly as she shifted under his hands and, when Bulma whispered his name huskily, he lost the reigns completely.

Bulma saw the shift almost immediately, as Vegeta opened his eyes. He’d been so still and silent for a moment, she’d been worried he was already regretting his decision. But then, when she said his name, and he opened his eyes, it became patently clear he had no intentions of stopping. His arousal darkened eyes blazed with something she recognized immediately. Determination. It was something the young prince had an infinite supply of.

Vegeta growled softly and reached down to grasp her hips, his vision blurring momentarily as raw lust streaked through his body. Unable to focus on anything clearly, he followed his senses and buried himself in the sweet scent of his mate’s body.

Bulma cried out and arched, falling back as Vegeta bent and buried his nose and mouth between her thighs. She clenched at the sheets, gasping and whimpering, mindlessly, as his teeth, lips and tongue tormented her swollen feminine flesh. Yamcha had sometimes been willing to pleasure her this way, but hadn’t done it with near the enthusiasm Vegeta was exhibiting at the moment. Her fuzzy, pleasure swamped brain idle mused that he looked like he’d happily spend hours nuzzling and lapping at the delicate flesh between her thighs. If his growls and soft groans were anything to go by, he was enjoying this as much as she was.

Her breath caught and her hands flew to his hair as he focused suddenly on the center of her desire, gently rolling the swollen nub between his tongue and lips; sucking delicately as short, high gasps left her parted lips. She clenched her fists and flexed her hips and rear, straining to reach that special, vital place where her climax would start. Bulma felt it and focused, her hips lightly flexing as it began to build. Vegeta’s excited, rumbling groan rolled against her flesh, startling a gasp from her, exciting her body even further. She could feel the telltale burning beginning and tightened hard around it.

Vegeta felt the woman stiffen suddenly in his hands and pulse urgently against his mouth. He may not have ever felt a woman climax, but he knew without a doubt she was there. He nearly lost it all, in his painfully tight slacks, as her high, relieved scream filled the stillness of the room and she fell apart in his hands and under his mouth. Slow rolling tremors shook her body, her swollen feminine flesh pulsing and clenching against his lips. Bulma melted into his hands and the damp sheets, tiny tremors making her twitch and her body clench. Vegeta wondered how it would feel around his hard flesh when she climaxed with him buried deep inside.

He rose up and reached for the buttons of his slacks, very nearly ripping away the offending fabric like he’d done with his shirt earlier. He managed to get them unbuttoned, unzipped, and pushed down around his rear at least. Bulma opened her eyes and regarded him over flushed cheeks as he once again lifted her hips. Without words he pressed his long, wide flesh against her open, swollen entrance and thrust hard.

Bulma arched and screamed as hard flesh thrust uncompromisingly into her slick, sensitized body and bumped against her womb. Rather than wait to ensure her comfort, Vegeta simply stared down into her darkened blue eyes and pulled back, thrusting in again as the head of his erection cleared her dripping body. She shuddered and closed her eyes, gripping the sheets under the slow, insistent thrusting of her lover. She supposed she shouldn’t be surprised at the lack of sweet words and such. This was Vegeta after all.

Little did she realize, Vegeta was watching for signs of discomfort in the delicate female. He’d studied human physiology and such before traveling to their planet. He knew that, aroused, he was bigger than most human males, but she didn’t seem to be in any pain. Instead she was gripping the sheets and flexing her hips to meet each of his careful, gauging thrusts. Deciding she would be able to handle him comfortably, he leaned forward and placed his forearms next to her body to support his weight a bit.

Bulma gasped as Vegeta shifted above her and changed the angle of his thrusts. She shuddered and groaned as the new position sent his wide flesh sliding over her swollen clitoris, caressing it with every slow glide. As he quickened the speed of his thrusts, gradually, she felt the familiar burn of her orgasm flare again. In all her years of sleeping with Yamcha, she’d only be able to orgasm, from the thrusting alone, a few times. To her surprise and pleasure she realized if Vegeta had enough staying power to last a few more minutes, she would be able to do it with him easily. Vegeta didn’t show any sign of stopping soon.

Bulma gripped at Vegeta’s thrusting rear end and stiffened a few moments later. Despite her surprisingly strong grip and the fingernails digging into his flesh, Vegeta didn’t pause in his fast, hard thrusts as Bulma screamed his name and clenched hard around him. He nearly crowed in triumph as she trembled and writhed beneath his body, clutching urgently at him as she strove for another orgasm, using the first as a springboard into pleasure. She gave a strangled grunt and clawed at his back, as, what he assumed was another orgasm, shook her again only a few moments later.

Bulma sobbed and undulated against him, unable to form any real coherent thoughts. All she could think about was the heavily muscled man moving over her and so perfectly inside her. It was hard to believe that it was Vegeta…Prince of all Sayians…that was driving into her, sending her over the brink again and again.

As another orgasm started to build she felt the rhythm of Vegeta’s thrusts slip ever so slightly. Realizing he must be getting close, she redoubled her efforts and flexed her hips harder to meet each thrust of his hips. She was rewarded by a rough appreciative groan and thrusts that threatened to press her deep into the soft mattress.

Vegeta felt it, the tightening in his groin that signaled the coming end. He hadn’t wanted it to end yet, but knew it would have to eventually, and he didn’t want to hurt the female below him. Ironically he realized he’d be doing that the moment he sank his teeth into her tender flesh. His mouth instinctively settled over the hollow just above her clavicle. He growled softly and thrust heavily into her, hoping pleasure would distract her from the pain.

Beneath him, Bulma stiffened and with a long, now familiar wail, climaxed hard around his thrusting body. Without thinking he bit hard, his bottom teeth slicing into creamy flesh. The metallic sweetness of her blood immediately filled his mouth. Bulma cried out in pain and jerked under the heavy press of his body. Instinctively she pushed at him, trying to get away, but his body wouldn’t budge an inch.

Vegeta ignored the twang of regret at hurting her and concentrated on what he was doing. He gripped her hip hard with one hand and used the other for support as he thrust insistently into her body, taking his final pleasure. He kept his lips sealed firmly over the tiny wound as fire roared through his veins and pooled evocatively in his groin. The pressure built steadily. Releasing a strangled growl against his mate’s flesh, he paused and shuddered hard, emptying himself against her heavy womb.

With a relieved sigh, he trembled and rolled until she was sprawled on his chest, his body still deep inside her own. Gently laving the tender mark in Bulma’s flesh, he gathered his ki and reached out tentatively with his mind, hoping, praying he would meet her own. His heart leapt and he purred softly when he felt the stirring of her consciousness against his own and then her own tentative poke.

Instinctively he twined his consciousness around and through hers the moment she responded. She stiffened at the alien sensation of another in her mind, but gradually relaxed under his gentle strokes and soft, silent whispers.

After long moments reassuring and caressing his beautiful, trembling mate, he felt her body slowly sag against his own, exhaustion finally sinking in. She mumbled incoherently as he finally pulled his mouth from her neck and kissed the damp silkiness of her blue tresses. He didn’t know what she said, but felt the contentment and happiness slide across the still tenuous link between them. Smiling softly, her pulled her securely against him and let his mind follow hers into the quiet bliss of slumber.

A/N: Whew! I need a break! I\'m going to go fold laundry, and then get cracking and chappie 4. Hope you enjoyed this. I certainly had fun writing it! :)