Passion vs. Rational Thinking

Passion vs. Rational Thinking

Disclaimer: Nope I do not own…nor do I get any money for this, so if you try to sue me it will backfire.

Authors Note: I am very sorry for the Authors ID thing that appeared in the second chapter…it seemed it appeared because there were some errors in my writing program, but everything should be taken care of.

There is one more thing that I forgot to mention. I do have a beta reader, and she is glad to help me with feedback and spelling errors. Still please forgive us I we don’t succeed in tracking down all the spelling and grammar errors, we’re trying our best. ^-^

Warnings: well it’s rated as a no underage readers fic…this mean there will be graphic lemon scenes and dirty language.

Enjoy.

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Chapter 3: Complex Conversations are equal to Complex Feelings.


Bulma sighed deeply as she gingerly examined the newly earned teeth marks that her rather furious bed partner had inflicted upon her skin over the past week. She winced at the stinging pain as her slender fingers travelled over the rough skin that had suffered during the wild activities with the insatiable saiyan that fucked her day and night.

Her eyes shimmered with moisture as she attempted to apply some soothing balm to the marks, but failed miserably as crystal droplets fell from her narrowed eyes and onto her shoulder, leaving a glittering trail behind.

Bulma brought a delicate hand up to her cheek wiping the fluid away; she seemed to be doing that a lot lately. It seemed having sex with Vegeta had many more drawbacks than a hoarse throat and stiff abdominal muscles.

Vegeta was a pure animal!

Bulma had been sure that sleeping with Vegeta was going to make her the most satisfied woman in the entire galaxy. And it did, but her satisfaction had quickly backfired on her. After a few rounds with him, she had really begun to feel the consequences; both physically and mentally.

First off her body was beginning to become permanently tense with nervousness as he seemed to take pleasure in stalking up on her, like a silent predator. She had noticed how she had become more jumpy and paranoid whenever she caught a sound out of place. It was slowly killing her nerves, and made her more edgy and intolerable to her social circle, whenever she had a break from their deal.

Second off and most important, Vegeta had been inflicting an unacceptable damage to her gorgeous body which Bulma could no longer tolerate. She had asked him to stop biting and scratching her skin, but he had merely shut her up with a well aimed bite to the poor skin of her inner thigh. Bulma had screamed and yelled that she would never sleep with him again, but after soothing the wound with his wicked tongue and persuading her with a few orgasms that sent her soul sky high, she hadn’t cared what the fuck happened to her body or mind.

For a while…

Bulma sighed as a few more tears slipped from her eyes as she carefully rubbed the balm over the bite on her inner thigh.

It had been a punishment for her ‘weakling appearance and her dismissal of the saiyan coupling methods.’ It seemed she had successfully insulted the saiyan prince when she had threatened him with going back on their deal unless he stopped screwing up her skin, but as he dug his fingers into her moist heat and squeezed her secret places roughly Bulma slowly acknowledged that no matter what, she was in too deep and there was no turning back now.

No one told the prince of all saiyans what to do!

Bulma frowned as she angrily scrubbed her cheeks hating herself for letting Vegeta get to her like this. It was just that…deep down she may have dared to hope that this whole thing would bring them closer together. She had hoped that they could sort some things out, and when this heat of his was over they may even be able to act somewhat civilized towards each other.

She chuckled bitterly, how stupid she could be, they would never be friends. But the more she thought about it and the more time she spent with him, the more she admitted that she wanted it, wanted his attention as a person and not just as some cheap hooker.

Speaking of which…wasn’t that a purr?

Groaning half in annoyance and half in lust as she felt velvet skin slid across her bare stomach as those torturous hands locked themselves on either side of her. She shuddered as those wicked lips drew a feather light trail from her shoulder up to her ear. The devilish tongue snaking around her earlobe, catching it between sharp fangs where it was rolled and sucked until Bulma squirmed and the smell of her desire hung thick in the air.

“Time for the next round woman.” The words stirred both lust and dread in Bulma.

Vegeta chuckled at the blue haired weakling’s pathetic attempts to escape his grasp. He grinned as the smell of fear seeped from her skin and reached his senses and he grew even harder at the thought of her fearing him and his animalistic attentions.

“Vegeta I can’t, I’m exhausted and we have been fucking for hours. I need a break.” She squirmed as she desperately tried to ignore his hands which were playing around her belly button, occasionally taking small folds of skin and pulling them.

He growled. “Woman, I have no patience with your ridiculous whining.”

At that Bulma’s furry flared. “Look you bastard, I have done nothing but getting laid by you day and night and I’m sick of it, I need a break!” she tried to get out of his hold, but to no avail.

Vegeta bared his fangs and crushed her half exposed body to his. “Stupid woman, I have already told you that saiyans are rather rough bed partners during our heat.” He sneered annoyingly, how many times did he have to explain this?

“Beast” Bulma hissed as she tried to unlock his hands from around her waist, but they remained firm as steel bars.

There was a deep throated chuckle which unsettled Bulma.

“You think so? Well, you have seen nothing yet.”

With that statement the prince pressed his body close to hers; his heat ebbed of his body and seeped into hers. His teasing tail snaked around her leg before letting go again brushing against the sensitive skin. Bulma gasped and started to wriggle in an effort to get away from the tickling tail as it made its way to her core.
There was a deep laugh as Vegeta’s mouth skimmed across the back of her neck. He blew on her skin savouring the shiver that ran through her body as she responded to his ministrations. One of his hands slid up to firmly squeeze her breast, while his nails raked over her stomach in a rough caress.

Bulma’s limps had fallen to her sides and her breathing became heavy with unwanted desire. As Vegeta played with her breast, Bulma was all too painfully reminded of that she was only dressed in her flimsy undergarments. She released a groan of her own, and with a willpower she didn’t know she possessed she grabbed Vegeta’s exploring hands and pulled them away so she had enough room to turn around and face her torturous lover.

After regaining her composure she summoned her death glare and angrily covered herself with her hands before he could get anymore ideas. Vegeta merely raised an eyebrow at her defensive behaviour.

“Vegeta! I’m serious. I’m sore and I need time to treat your damn bite marks.” She tried to back away but his hands captured her again and pulled her close.

“You shouldn’t complain about those bites woman. After all saiyans bite those they are fond off.” There seemed to be a trace of affection in his voice that tainted his bored tone.

“What” What does he mean!?

There was a heavy sigh. “What I mean, little one, is that it is a saiyan custom for the male to show affection for somebody by biting them.” He nuzzled her neck and inhaled deeply groaning in response to her heavenly aroma.

Bulma though seemed unaffected by the sudden complement. “Well, I’m not a saiyan, Vegeta. And I don’t want you to bite me anymore it’s too painful.”

“Weakling.”

At that Bulma’s fury exploded, she dug her nails into his skin and raked them down furiously. “I don’t fucking care if I’m a weakling! I don’t want you bite me anymore. Understand!?” She thrashed violently and lashed out trying to strike him across the face. Vegeta seemed amused by her anger and he laughed maliciously flexing his neck; easily avoiding her attempts to inflict pain upon his being.

The mocking smirk on the saiyan’s face only fuelled Bulma’s anger; she screamed in frustration and aimed her fist at Vegeta’s jaw. To her surprise she felt her knuckles connect with his smirking lips, and she gasped and drew her hand back as pain lashed through her poor bones.

She winced and closed her eyes tightly as her hand throbbed. She heard Vegeta laugh heartily as he carefully took hold of Bulma’s sore hand and lightly massaged it.

“Settle down woman.” He ordered huskily. “I’m not here to hurt you. I just want to relieve this.” Vegeta bucked his hips against her, and despite the hate Bulma felt she moaned and automaticly sagged against him, ready to accept him inside her.

Vegeta smiled in satisfaction and pulled her closer. “You see Bulma, you need it too. You can’t lie to me.” His hand ran up and down her arm feeling the gooseflesh that appeared by his feather light touch, while his other hand was busy memorizing the curves of her ass. He was about to continue with his original purpose, but a shudder of revolt snapped him back to reality and he looked up and saw the woman’s eyes clouded with lust and dread.

Realisation dawn on him and he chuckled darkly. “Don’t worry little one, I’ll try to control myself.” There was another shudder and the prince knew that his words hadn’t brought any comfort.

“I don’t believe you…” The tone was pure uncertainty.

“Neither would I, after all I’m just a cold blooded killer.” It was a statement, but there was a clear trace of annoyance in his voice that seemed to lure Bulma out of her trance. She slowly raised her eyes to meet his, but there was no trace of fear in them, instead they sparkled with…anger?

“Don’t say that Vegeta, you are not like that anymore. You’ve changed.” Her harsh tone almost made him want to slap her. Who did she think she was? Judging him! Despite his anger at her unwanted assumptions he felt his smouldering desire burn brightly in response to her spirit as she stood there daring to tell him he had changed for the better. But he had to admit that some of his more nasty habits had gone underground.

A cold blooded killer would not have hesitated to destroy everything his enemy held dear. Or he would have left only to return when he was a Super saiyan and slaughter his rival and these weak emotional beings he associated with.

A cold blooded killer would have soaked the Earth with the blood of innocents.

And he hadn’t done that!

Vegeta growled, momentarily forgetting Bulma’s presence. So maybe he was changed…so what? That didn’t mean he didn’t plan on killing his nemesis when he became the Legendary. And when those androids appeared he damn well planed on destroying them in a very creative way.

Ah yes, he was a killer! He had just become a little more civilized, but that didn’t mean he didn’t like to destroy.

So if he had descended from being a cold blooded killer to be a ‘normal’ killer…

Then he could care less.

“I don’t need your assumptions woman, all I need is to become stronger, and I could easily do that without the help from your human technology.” Vegeta’s face once again shoved the features of a seasoned worrier and his playful hormones had been brushed aside in favour for discussing the ever important subject of him becoming the strongest in the universe.

Bulma seemed to have warmed up; she wasn’t standing stiff in his arms like a damn statue. She was starting to feel the effect of the arousal that filled the air, and Vegeta smiled as the spicy scent of her arousal mixed with the sweet aroma of her fear that still lingered on her skin.

Bulma seemed deep in thought and her rosy tongue swept out to wet her lips while she crafted a plan from the limited information given by Vegeta, so caught up in thought she didn’t notice that her sensual tongue gesture had not slipped by unnoticed by the figure looming over her.

Swallowed up by her newest discovery Bulma’s mind raced. Sure she knew his ultimate goal was to reach Super Saiyan, and there was no doubt in her mind that he would in fact reach it, and when he did she was as sure as hell that he would do everything in his power to take down Goku.

But what she had always doubted was if he really would destroy Earth and leave to take over the Universe. All heat escaped her body and an overwhelming coldness settled in the pit of her stomach and she barely caught the gasp that threatened to spill from her lips. If Vegeta became too strong for all the Z fighters to handle then the Earth and its inhabitants would be left completely at his mercy. If only there was something she could do to make Vegeta change his mind, then she would be able to eliminate him as a threat.

Maybe if she could make Vegeta so addicted to her that he could never consider touching another woman, then she would have a good chance of convincing him to if not to stay then leave Earth alone. Bulma carefully rolled the idea in her head making sure to see it from all possible ankles. It was a flawed idea and very risky, it meant she would have to play on Vegeta's emotions. But even so Bulma had always wanted to help the Z fighters anyway she could and if it meant manipulating Vegeta a little with her womanly charm, then so be it. She was beautiful after all.

Putting her newly crafted plan into action, she thoughtfully let her hand brush against his crotch and pulled away giggling teasingly when he tried to nestle his erection in her hand.

Vegeta growled warningly and squeezed her breast.

She smiled despite Vegeta’s distracting handling of her breast. “Well in that case you wouldn’t have anyone to help you through your heat remember?” she teasingly blew him in the ear.

Vegeta merely chuckled and proceeded to poke her gently in all the sensitive spots he had discovered on her body, enjoying the control he had over her when he felt her shiver in response.

“Foolish human, I could always find a whore with twice as much…experience as you.” Vegeta rubbed his nose up her throat until he was nuzzling her under the chin. Bulma angrily punched him on the arm.

“Damnit Vegeta I’m not some fuck toy…!” Vegeta snorted. “I know you’re not…” He was cut off by Bulma’s angry sob.

“Don’t give me that! You called me a whore the first time we slept together. I am not a whore.” She sobbed and trembled visibly. Her small hands were fisted in his shirt, and his eyes widened with her sudden display of emotions.

Hesitantly he brought his hand up to her face and gently wiped away the crystal droplets. He rubbed her back soothingly and he lowered his face next to hers and rubbed her cheek comfortingly.

“Stop your crying woman.” He whispered carefully. “It was just my hormones talking, it meant nothing.” It was hoarse but an apology nonetheless.

Slowly Bulma turned her head and looked at him. Her wide azure eyes still shimmered with unshed tears, and Vegeta felt his gut tighten. Bulma carefully brought her arms up and wrapped them around his broad shoulders. They stayed like that for a long time before a feminine voice broke the silence.

“Really?” it was a single question, accepting only truth.

“Really” was the confirming replay.

Bulma was still perplexed about this entire situation. Did Vegeta just apologise to her? But the warmth that spread inside of her at the thought of having Vegeta turning on a friendlier tune around her was far beyond everything she had dared hope for.

Though he was still rough during their bedroom activities it was properly just because he was ruled by his primal instincts. They could always work on Vegeta’s gentler side, when the heat was over.

Oh God! What was she thinking!? She was thinking of a damn next time! A time beyond the heat!

No! She couldn’t allow herself to think such thoughts. They would just hurt her. And she had had enough of that from Yamcha.

No, no there would not be a next time damnit. She was going to help Vegeta through his heat as she promised. But after that there would not be any men in her life for a long time…

Saiyan or human!

After sorting out her thoughts Bulma raised her eyes to Vegeta’s once more, automaticly her hand dipped down and grasped his crotch and the other fisted in his shirt. Her plump red lips stretched into a smile as Vegeta’s eyes narrowed and sparkled with barely contained lust.

Bulma stroked him teasingly before whispering. “Well, we better relieve this before you burst.”

There was a deep growl and in the next instant she was pinned against the cold bathroom wall, a hungry Vegeta between her legs. Bulma panted and arched her back trying to get him to enter. Her undergarments was long gone leaving her fully exposed to Vegeta’s greedy eyes. He braced his hand on her shoulder before lifting her leg so she could wrap them around his waist.

He brought two fingers to her mouth and pushed them in. Bulma sucked on them forcefully scraping her teeth over the flesh before letting them go. Vegeta smirked as he brought his fingers down to her eager entrance. He stroked her lowed lips making her gasp and moan before he pushed them into her dripping sex.

Bulma screamed in pleasure as his invasion immediately triggered a soul searching orgasm she had become addicted to. She came in a shuddering rush as white dots danced before her vision, as her juices dripped from the juncture of her thighs and onto the floor. Still dizzy from her mind numbing release she vaguely felt Vegeta’s fingers being replaced by his thick length as he readied himself to take what he wanted.

He entered her roughly and Bulma screamed as she was stretched to her limit. Vegeta pressed his warm body close to hers and moved in deep harsh thrusts that caused Bulma to slide up against the wall as she followed his movements.

Bulma shakily moved her hand up and grasped the prince’s hair, wrenching his head up and claiming his mouth in an exploring and sweet kiss. Vegeta growled against her mouth and plunged his tongue inside her heated mouth. Their tongues battled briefly but Vegeta soon claimed control of the kiss and swept his tongue around inside her mouth gathering her sweet flavour.

His powerful hands had left her waist to skate over her ribs and taking time to feel the exquisite texture of her skin. He groaned in appreciation as his hands found their way to her bouncing breasts where he played with the plump flesh. His hands squeezing and forming the mounds, tearing moan after moan from Bulma’s throat.

Each time they joined Vegeta felt himself growing more and more fond of the woman. The way her body moved.

The way her soft cries and hoarse screams seemed to boost his lust.

The perfect sensation of having her soft curved body melted into his, when he was buried inside of her.

He loved the way her muscles convulsed around him when she climaxed and how the slippery sensation triggered his own release…

Indeed she was becoming an addiction to him.

Vegeta soon felt the familiar clenching of Bulma’s muscled as she neared her own release, he opened his eyes and was met with the picture of pure ecstasy…Bulma’s pale face was flushed and her head was thrown back her red lips was slightly parted and she was panting heavily.

Vegeta captured her lips in a fiery kiss just as their sweaty bodies shuddered in union as violent orgasms tore through there beings. They slumped against the wall panting for life before Vegeta carefully withdrew from his fuck partner, keeping his hands on her shoulders to keep her from collapsing face first into the floor. Seeing the dazed look in her eyes he regarded the boneless body in his arms with an unknown glint in his eyes. He grunted, rolling his eyes before lifting her up and carrying her into the bedroom.

He dropped her on the cold silk sheets but didn’t cover her up. He heard her gasp eyes widening as she hit the icy fabric. Vegeta chuckled and she glared but she was way too tired and satisfied to badmouth him.

Sighing deeply she closed her eyes and gathered greedy fistfuls of the heavy covers and entangled herself in them like a cocoon. After a moment she felt a pressure upon her. She cracked an eye open smiling coyly at the prince which still lingered in her room eyeing her intently.

She winked at him smiling sweetly at his snort. Shrugging to herself she yearned snuggling deeper into the covers. A low chuckle caught her attention but she didn’t bother to open her eyes. Soon she heard a soft click as the door closed and she was soon lost in a blissful sleep.

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“So you see Miss Briefs, it’s rather important that you take it easy for a while. Your body shows sign of lack of sleep. It is not healthy.” The stern man voice paused in the other end of the line giving Bulma time to absorb the importance of the information.

“Yes I understand. Thank you very much.” She politely finished the conversation, and placed the receiver down gently. She groaned and leaned against the counter, her hand coming up to rest on her forehead, her head throbbed with said sleep problem and dizziness made the room spin and her sight blurred. Her brain hammered with pain as she tried to digest the shock from her newest discovery.

It had only been two days since her suspicion was confirmed, and all ready it had screwed up her life as she knew it. She snorted bitterly; it had been her own fault. She should have been more careful! Now she was caught in a difficult but perfectly predictable situation.

Her troubled thoughts twisted together creating a swirling chaos in her mind and she gasped as a cruel tightness pinched her chest.

The problem was that the new turn of events didn’t only concern herself…it involved a certain prince too.

And she didn’t even dare think how he would react to the idea of a new addition to his race. Hell she didn’t even know what to think of it herself!

With a heavy sigh she leaned her head back as her hand sought out her stomach. “How am I going to deal with this?”

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That was la fini on the third chapter! Well I hope it wasn’t too short. But I included all the events I had planned so I guess that I’m satisfied…but as always reviews and helpful feedback are welcome…!