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Endlessly	By : Froglady15 Category: Dragon Ball Z > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2949 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Just my Husband, laptop, my 3 dogs and a very overactive imagination… Dragon Ball Z and any songs mentioned in this fic DO NOT belong to me. I'm just borrowing them for my own twisted amusement.
A HUGE THANK YOU once again to the amazing Dragonbabezee for beta-ing this chapter for me and fixing my silly errors.
Chapter 45
Vegeta launched the ship and off they went.
Bulma couldn't help but giggle from giddiness as the ship quickly exited the planet's atmosphere within minutes. This was the most ridiculous plan ever! Stranding herself in the middle of the unknown universe with an alien prince she barely knew. While ridiculous, the thrill of not knowing what to expect out of this trip was exhilarating.
"So? Where are we going?" she asked him once her giggling fit had passed.
"Where would you like to go?" he asked her.
"I don't know," she shrugged, exhaling heavily so her cheeks puffed out as she thought for a moment. "Until my planet was destroyed, I had no idea that life existed on other planets."
"How stupid and presumptuous; not to mention arrogant of your race to assume that!" he scoffed.
"Uh-huh," she replied, rolling her eyes at him. "Anyway, I don't know where to go. Take me anywhere. Some place interesting and fun; some place romantic. Surprise me!"
"Pffft." He snorted. Romantic. There was something he had no idea about. The only place that came to mind for him was his island back on Vegeta-sei, but he couldn't take her there. Not without his father knowing that he had returned. It would be impossible to land anywhere on the planet without being detected. Interesting and fun; there was another one he was completely clueless about. His idea of interesting and fun would not be the same as hers. It dawned on him at that very moment that even if she had all her memories, if she told him to take her someplace "romantic, interesting and fun", he would still have no idea where to take her. The immediate and obvious choice would be to take her somewhere extremely advanced in technology. He remembered that she had been in awe of his planet when she had first arrived there and she had flourished working with Bardock. He knew Vegeta-sei was one of the most technologically advanced planets in the galaxy, but he knew of a few others that put their empire to shame. It had always been his intention to build a peace treaty with these planets so as to share their advancements with his people. Unfortunately, his father never felt the same way so it was something that he kept at the back of his mind for when he would one day be king.
Vegeta thought for a few moments longer on her request. While he knew taking her someplace advanced would make her happy, he also did not want her completely distracted from him. The whole point of this was for them to rebuild their bond. So then, where to take her immediately? He decided on a technologically advanced planet for later on in her pregnancy. So that would be on the itinerary eventually anyway. So that left somewhere "romantic" for him to take her, and he had no ideas.
"If you still lived on your home planet and we were in this very same situation, where would you have me take you?" he asked, deciding to narrow down his options that way.
"Hmmm; either some place hot and sunny, like a tropical beach somewhere but completely private. Like Mexico or Hawaii or Fiji even. I had a friend that got married on a private island there and they honeymooned for like two weeks, just the two of them. Or a romantic older city in some ancient, preserved place like Rome or Venice."
He turned and looked at her blankly; he had never heard of any of those places, nor had he any clue what they were like. He sighed and thought for a moment of where to take her. He figured someplace warm and tropical with minimal distraction would suffice, so he entered the coordinates for a planet he had stopped on briefly once before when he had been working under Frieza after Bulma's supposed death. He had only stayed long enough to refuel and grab a decent meal but he remembered thinking that it would have been the perfect place to bring her had she still been alive.
The planet Tonga*. It was a very warm planet that consisted of many small private islands that were available for occupancy. From what he recalled when he was there, it was also very reasonably priced as well, though money wasn't an issue for him.
Vegeta entered the coordinates and set the ship on autopilot. "We will arrive at our destination in three days."
"Where did you decide?" She asked eagerly.
"You shall see soon enough." He replied evasively, not wanting to spoil it for her.
Bulma nodded thoughtfully, suddenly feeling nervous. She wasn't sure what to say to him. "You said you packed some clothing for me?"
Vegeta nodded, reaching into his pocket and handed her two capsules.
"I'm going to take a shower and change, if that's alright." She said, getting up and leaving him in the control room. He simply nodded.
He wasn't sure what to do now. He hadn't really thought any further than asking her to leave with him. He had a destination now but didn't know what to do. His immediate thought was to accompany her in the shower, but that wouldn't be appropriate at this point in time. He wasn't sure what would be appropriate. Should he go to her or should he wait for her to come to him?
He decided to wait and see what she did and in the meantime, he would make something to eat. He had eaten very little the days they had been on Callisto and he was starving. He figured it wouldn't hurt to make the Woman something as well. With that in mind, he got up and headed to the kitchen.
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Bulma rifled through her selection of clothes once she was finished her shower. Some of them, the more fancy clothing, she remembered from back on Earth, other outfits that were more simple, she could not recall but assumed she had gotten them on her time on Callisto.
She finished brushing out her damp hair, which was now just a bit past her shoulders; and then settled on a nice dress to wear. She figured since she was going to make the effort with him, it couldn't hurt to make herself up a bit; she could not remember the last time she'd worn something nice. She was a little more than disappointed that there didn't seem to be any make up or foundation for her to use.
The dress she chose was an off the shoulder nude colored dress with black lace over the nude, giving the appearance that she was naked beneath the black lace. It fit snuggly around her chest area, and the rest of her body. It had gathers on the side, which flattered her figure since the dress was fairly snug all over, the gathers hid her small bump beginning to protrude from her waist. She gave herself another once-over and decided since she had no make-up, that this would have to do and left to go look for Vegeta.
She quietly made her way down the hall in search of him until she finally found him in the kitchen sitting at the table, eating.
"Hey," she greeted, standing at the door, not venturing in further.
He quit eating and looked at her. Despite her still-damp hair and the lack of make-up, she still looked nothing less than radiant to him. The dress she chose didn't escape his notice; he remembered that dress immediately. It was the same dress she had worn when they had found each other on Bellatrix after all those months of being separated. He wondered if she had remembered that on her own and had chosen this dress on purpose or if it had just been by chance? He couldn't help but remember as well that she hadn't been wearing any undergarments underneath the last time as well and wondered if she had chosen not to as well this time too? He sighed heavily, trying to dismiss the thought from his mind.
"Can I join you?" she asked awkwardly as he devoured her with his eyes. She felt her face grow warm from the intense way he was looking at her and assumed he approved of her choice of attire. It was a pretty dress, but she hadn't expected him to look at her like that.
"Of course." He said finally, looking away from her. He hadn't meant to make her feel uncomfortable. "There's more food, if you'd like." He finished, getting up to grab her a plate.
"It's fine, I got it." she said, walking over and taking the plate from him. "You don't have to."
He nodded took a step back from her as she began to dish out some food for herself. "It's not the best meal, but it will do," he said awkwardly. "Where we are going will be much better."
"No worries," she replied, serving herself a healthy helping.
"I cooked everything," he said.
"I see that," she nodded and looked at him oddly.
He exhaled deeply partially from annoyance and partially in disappointment. She still didn't remember a damn thing, did she? He refrained from touching her and drawing her close to him; the urge to do so was almost overpowering. Instead he nodded and sat back down at his seat.
They ate in companionable silence for several minutes before she finally decided to talk to him. "So how do I start fixing the bond with you?"
He was quiet for a moment. He hadn't thought she would want to just start on that immediately. He was more than happy that she had even left with him. He had thought she would want to take things easy for at least a few days before wanting to jump right into the more serious issues between them. Though he was more than thrilled by her willingness to take the initiative, he chose his response carefully. "You've managed to build up a mental wall, keeping me out. Since you've managed to maintain that for several weeks, you will have to work at bringing it down again."
She nodded, but didn't really understand. It had been very easy for her to put up the wall. "How?"
Vegeta shrugged. "Just focus on not blocking me and picking up on my thoughts is all I can really say. That is how I did it before. I had to make the conscious effort to take in your thoughts rather than dismissing them, to undo it. In time it became easy. If that does not work then the only other way I can think of would be for us to reopen it would be for me to bite you again."
"Alright," she said with a frown as she tried to concentrate. After several minutes, she shook her head. "I can't do this. It's just giving me a headache."
"It will take time," he said. "I do not expect you to be able to fix it instantly. All I ask is that you try and put an effort into it. We will work on it together."
She nodded. "I'm sorry,"
"You have nothing to feel sorry for. None of this is your fault." He said.
"Not that. I'm sorry for not trying sooner," she clarified. "I didn't mean to be selfish and hurt you back on the ship. This whole thing is so foreign to me and it scares me. It really does!"
He shook his head. "I should not have reacted the way that I did. I am sorry for not being more patient; I said things that I did not mean and when I thought back on it, I realized that I was being unfair to you for expecting so much."
"It's alright," she said with a small smile. "I can't imagine what it would be like to have your spouse with you but not remember anything. I wasn't thinking about you or what you might be going through with all of this."
"It does not matter now," he said curtly, not wanting to rehash everything all over again. "You are here now. We will work on it together."
She nodded. "We have nothing else to do, right?"
"Hmmn," he grunted.
Silence once more enveloped them. Bulma wanted to say something more to him but could not think of anything. She decided to wash the dishes and clean up a bit to keep herself busy so she wouldn't feel so awkward. She turned away from him at the counter as she began washing the dishes quietly, listening to the clanking as she worked.
She heard a knock on the door.
Bulma raced to the door and opened it slowly. She was relieved to see it was Vegeta. He looked as regal as ever, wearing a black flight suit underneath his formal armor. "Hi."
"Hi." He replied looking at her strangely, taking in her appearance. She had cut all her hair off. She was still breathtakingly gorgeous though.
"You're early." She said awkwardly.
"I am." He nodded. "Are you going to let me in or should I leave and come back later?" he asked raising an eyebrow.
"No, no! Don't go. Please," Bulma said awkwardly, gesturing to for him to come in. "Come in. I ordered some food and some wine." She said, closing the door behind him.
He watched her closely. This was crazy! He was half expecting her to vanish at any moment, that this was just another game his mind was playing with him. He could not help but notice how beautiful she looked in that dress; she was wearing a beautiful nude and black lace off the shoulder dress, giving the appearance that she was naked underneath the lace. It came down to just above her knee and had gathers on one side, flattering her figure.
She was just as striking as he had remembered; still delicate and feminine as always. He noticed almost immediately that her arms were nicely toned and her posture was better. Good. Maybe she was still training. He thought to himself. She looked well and that relieved him.
Bulma smiled shyly, not knowing what to say to him. She went to grab them both a glass of wine. "Here." she replied handing him a glass.
He took it and took a sip, still watching her sceptically.
She gasped and looked down at herself. Here she was, wearing that same dress. "Vegeta, did you?"
He nodded with a smirk. "Yes, I did." The fact that she had seen what he had been thinking was a very good sign where re-establishing the bond was concerned.
She turned around to face him, not missing the look of amusement dancing in the depths of his eyes. "I asked you before, not to do that." She said, narrowing her eyes at him.
He shrugged, "I did not listen," he said with a grin. "Would you like to see the rest of that memory? I recall it quite vividly."
Bulma felt her face grow warm again from the way he was looking at her and shook her head at him. She nearly laughed at the way his face fell slightly in disappointment. "What if I want to make a new memory and not dwell on an old one that only you can remember?"
Vegeta nodded and smirked at her as he got up from his seat at the table and approached her. He wrapped his arms around her, bringing her close to him. "I would not be opposed to that." He said in a tone that made her feel warm all over.
She smiled a nervous smile at him. She knew she shouldn't be feeling this way; after all she wanted him and they had been together a countless number of times before, apparently. She was pregnant, so obviously they had done this before. She just could not remember.
"Why are you so nervous?" he asked her.
"Because," she started, feeling her face grow redder. "Because I don't remember ever doing this with you and I never did it with anyone else."
He shook his head at her and kissed her chastely on the lips. "So why are you troubled?"
"I feel… I feel worried I may disappoint you." She answered, biting her lower lip.
"And why would you think that?"
"Because you're obviously experienced." She answered.
He smirked and shook his head at her. "I am hardly more experienced than you."
She frowned in confusion at his answer.
"I have had no other woman before you, and I have not taken another woman since you." He said in a tone that made her stomach flutter again. "And I shall have no other woman after you."
"Really?" she asked while trying to hold back the smile threatening to take over her mouth.
"Hmmn," he nodded affirmatively before frowning and asking her; "Why is that so surprising to you?"
She blinked at him a few times before she responded, "Are you serious? Look at you! You're gorgeous! I'll bet you have women throwing themselves at you left, right, and center. Plus they told me you-"
He placed his hand over her mouth before she could finish the sentence. "I do not care what Theytold you. I am telling you that You are the only woman I have ever wanted and have ever had and it shall remain that way for always."
Bulma smiled at him, "I'll take your word for it." she said, reaching for him and running her hand slowly through his thick hair.
He smirked at her again after a long moment of silence.
"What?" she asked with a puzzled look.
"I just thought now how humorous it is that in this situation I have the advantage." He chuckled with a wicked glint in his eye as one of his hands lightly travelled down her back slowly, earning him a shiver from her from the gentle but deliberate touch of his.
"How so?"
He leaned forward into her left ear, "I know every inch of your body like the back of my hand. I know everything that drives you insane with pleasure; you are like an open book to me." He whispered seductively before nipping her on her earlobe and sensually rubbing her lower back ever so gently.
Bulma inhaled sharply at his words and felt her body instantly flush with heat from what she wasn't sure. Nervousness, embarrassment, anticipation? Maybe a bit of all three? She certainly didn't doubt him. "Is that right?" was all she could manage to say in reply. "So then tell me, what was my favorite position then?"
He chuckled at her as he raised his head to look down at her. "You're just going to have to wait and see for yourself."
"That's not fair!" she objected weakly. "Why can't you just tell me?"
"Won't it be more fun this way?"
"No! Because you know everything and I don't know anything and that's not fair."
He laughed at her again and shook his head. He was having a lot of fun with this at her expense.
"Oh no," she moaned.
"Hmmn? What?"
"Is it something really perverted?" she asked with a worried look on her face. "Is that why you won't tell me?"
"No," he scoffed, not believing how silly she was being. "Anything between mates, so long as it is consensual between both partners is fair game and should not be thought of in that way."
She nodded and looked at him. "Can you at least give me a hint?"
He smirked down at her, tired of this conversation, and cupped the side of her face with his right hand and caressed her cheek with his thumb before leaning down and kissing her chastely.
She reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer to her as she kissed him back hungrily. She sighed heavily against him as he brought his hands down to her waist; his large hands resting on her hips.
Without warning, he picked her up; holding her close to him as he left the kitchen and headed down towards the small bedroom where he gently placed her on the bed. He stepped away from her and knelt down in front of her. She looked at him questioningly.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked her quietly. He knew he wanted it, he wanted her and he wanted things back to the way it had been between them, but not if it wasn't something she was sure she wanted. He felt ashamed for the way he had treated her back on the ship and then again right after they had landed; he didn't know what he had been thinking. He had very nearly lost her due to his own impulsivity and selfishness. Her words to him that day they had arrived back on Callisto had rung through his head a million times over the three days he had kept away: "You said so yourself that you failed me by not telling me how you really felt. I am warning you right now, you are in danger of failing me yet again, just because you can't say a simple statement." He still wasn't sure he could tell her how much he really did love her, but he could show her.
She nodded. "I want to make things right,"
"I know," He said. "But this has to be something mutual. I want things back to the way they were, but only if that is what you want and not because of the way I reacted before."
"We can take things slowly, right?" she asked hopefully.
"We can take things slowly," he confirmed.
Bulma smiled warmly at him and reached for him, taking his hand and tugging on it as she crawled back further on the bed, happy that he complied. She touched the side of his face and wrapped her arm around the back of his neck, pulling him down towards her and kissed him.
He kissed her back, wrapping one arm around her waist and let the other travel up and down her side lightly. After a few minutes, he broke their kiss to look at her. Once again, he marveled at how beautiful she was and could hardly believe she was his. She was everything he could have ever wanted in a woman, a mate, a princess, and soon she would be his queen, if she would still have him, that is. Though he had little doubt that she would turn him away now at this point, a part of him wouldn't blame her if she did. He had hurt her and denied her and left her unprotected more times since they had been together than he cared to think about. He hoped with this trip he could make it up to her and they could remedy their union, renew their bond and start fresh together. No more denying or blocking. He wouldn't have it. He would not leave her guessing his feelings for her any longer. Who cared that it was a weakness? No one was here to witness it. No one else other than her needed to know it. She was his chosen mate. She had stuck by him through so much. He would not give up and cast her aside for wanting to wait on the bond. And if she never remembered everything, he decided that he could live with that. She was right: They could begin to make new memories now. Together.
With those thoughts in mind, he bent down and began kissing her again; deeply, thoroughly and with longing. Trying to convey his feelings to her since they were still missing the bond. As he kissed her he ran his other hand down the length of her body and up and underneath her dress. "Take this off," he mumbled against her mouth as he continued to kiss her.
She nodded and sat up somewhat as she pulled her dress off over her head and tossed it aside, revealing that she had only been wearing black lacy panties underneath and nothing else, but she immediately crossed her arms delicately and modestly over her chest, covering herself from his view. He smirked at her modesty, remembering how shy she had been the first few times they had been together before and loving her for it.
Vegeta leaned down and kissed her again, then reached for one of her hands and placed it above her head, and then the other hand, placing it next to the other so he had a clear view of her now. He kissed her up along her jawline and down her neck slowly making his way down lower and lower, scraping his teeth along her collarbone and making her yelp slightly at his nipping. He licked and then sucked where he had just bitten her in apology for his unintentional roughness. He reminded himself that he had to take things slowly and gently with her instead of completely giving in to his desire. He needed her and he needed their bond right now, but he would put it off a while longer for her if that was what she needed. For now, he would just be happy to lose himself with her in the most basic way; surrendering to the mind numbing pleasure he knew only she could provide for him. In return, he would do the same for her. His pride wouldn't allow anything less. By the end of tonight she would know that he truly did love her; he would make sure of it. And only then would he speak those words to her.
He let her hands go as he continued his journey down her body with his hands and mouth, worshiping her body; rubbing her and stroking her ever so gently in every which way and place he could remember she loved; he had not forgotten a single thing. She cried out as she felt his mouth close over one of her breasts; never before could she remember feeling anything as amazing as what he was doing to her and she knew they had only just begun.
Her breath hitched as his lips latched onto her nipple, sucking on it urgently but still gently for a few moments before moving onto the other to do the same thing. He smirked against her breast as she writhed against him, arching her chest into him. He could hear the frantic beating of her heart; as he continued to lavish his attention on her breast, he ran his hand up her side and let it rest on her chest; his palm resting where her heart was located. He could feel it beating just under her skin and he marveled wondrously once again, as he had countless times before at how fragile and delicate she was compared to him.
He moved onwards and downwards, alternating kissing and sucking and licking down to where his hand stopped on her protruding stomach. It was such a small bump right now, but compared to the flatness of her belly before, it was very noticeable to him. It occurred to him that within a few weeks she would be even bigger. He caressed the bump tenderly as though he were afraid to damage it or disturb anything. He kissed her belly softly almost as though he were in awe of the life growing safely inside. He brushed the tips of his fingers in circular motions across her stomach ever so lightly that it made her shiver. He looked up at her and smiled. A real, true smile!
Bulma was moved nearly to tears at the sight of him. She had never seen him smile, not since he had brought her back from Frieza's ship anyway. Sure she had seen him smirk and he was gorgeous; his usual scowl was sexy and appealing; but a true smile, made him almost devastatingly handsome. It was such a contrast to how he usually looked, she almost wished she had a camera to take a picture of him so she could have that image of him forever.
"What is it?" he asked, noting the strange smile on her face.
"Nothing, you just-" she started, shaking her head and hiding her smile, unsure if she should tell him or not. "I think you should smile more. That's all."
"Hmmmn," he grunted, mock frowning as though to rectify her observation. "The child is strong," he said to her, looking back at her stomach.
"You would doubt otherwise?" she asked.
"No," he answered. "Just merely making an observation."
She nodded and looked at him. "Anything else you can observe?"
He carefully placed his hand again on her belly and closed his eyes in concentration. "I can feel his heartbeat. It is very faint, but I can detect it."
"His?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. That hadn't been the first time he had referred to their baby as a boy. She had assumed that it was merely wishful thinking on his part but now wondered if he actually knew for sure?
"Hmmn," he nodded.
"You sure?" she challenged playfully. "How do you know?"
"My royal line always produces male children." He answered simply as though it were the most obvious thing in the universe. "You knew this before. Do you remember the name we had agreed on?"
She thought for a moment and then shrugged. "Vegeta? After you and your planet and your father?" she guessed.
"No," he shook his head.
"Then what?"
"Trunks," he answered. "After your father."
"Really?" she exclaimed, lighting up. "You're alright with that? He is your heir after all."
"I have no issue with it." he said. "Especially after having finally met your father. I would be more than happy to give my heir his name. I have done many things I am not proud of. My father has been involved with many atrocities. The Universe fears that name. I would not bequeath my son a name with a history such as that. As it is, I will have lots of work to do undoing the negative reputation of that name."
"Wow," She whispered, smiling to herself. "Why don't we name him Trunks Vegeta?"
He smirked at her.
"What?" she asked. "You don't like it?"
"No, I like it very much," he said with another smile that nearly took her breath away. "You suggested that before and we had both agreed upon it."
"Good." She nodded. "At least I'm on the same page where something is concerned, right?"
"You are." He agreed. "Do not worry yourself over it. You are right; we can make new memories."
She smiled at him and reached for him, wanting him close to her. He hesitated a moment to remove his shirt and tossing it on the floor somewhere before moving back up towards her, positioning one of his legs between hers.
Vegeta leaned down and kissed her deeply again, sliding one arm underneath her waist, bringing her closer to him. As he kissed her, he slowly brought his thigh that had been between her legs up to her center, as she began to grind her hips into his; her breath hitched as a wave of pleasure shot through her at the contact. She was revelling so much in that action that she hadn't noticed his other hand slowly making its way down between her legs, into her underwear, until he brushed his fingers gently over her clit a few times, making her cry out in pleasure before he slid two of his fingers into her already wet center.
Vegeta smirked wickedly at her as she tried to suppress a moan as he began to slowly move his fingers in and out of her. Oh yes, he was going to have a lot of fun tormenting her now. He decided she deserved nothing less after how she had gotten him all hot and bothered a few times on the ship on their way back to Callisto. He decided he was going to draw this out as long as he could before his own desire became too much for him to hold back anymore.
He leaned back down and kissed her again as he continued to pleasure her with his hand, enjoying the moans and panting noises she was now making.
"Vegeta," she mumbled against his mouth as she continued to move her hips against his hand, loving the feelings he was stirring up within her.
"Hmmn?" he grunted in acknowledgement, ceasing his ministrations. The last time they had been in a very similar predicament and she had said his name, she had asked him to stop. He hoped that wasn't the case right now. He took a deep breath, readying himself for her rejection; telling himself he would not be angry with her. He had told her they would go slow; maybe they were rushing things?
"No, don't stop," she said breathlessly as he had quit his pleasurable torture, still moving her hips against his hand. "Please; I want you,"
He raised his head to look at her; she was nearly glowing. Her face flushed from pleasure, her skin slightly damp from perspiration. "Then you shall have me, Woman." He said as he bent down to kiss her and continued to pleasure her again with his hand.
As he continued his pleasurable assault on her body she ran her hands up and down along his muscular arms a few times, resting them on his shoulders briefly before venturing them further down his back and back up again. Then she ran them down along his chest and abdomen until they reached his arousal. He stopped kissing her when she shyly retracted her hand, but he grasped it and put it back down to his groin. He wanted her to touch him. He wanted her to know how much he desired her.
Her eyes widened as she cupped him through his training pants, getting a sense of him. He couldn't help but smirk down at her as he remembered that same look coming from her the first time they had been together. The memory of that night would forever be precious to him but so would this. He did not have the worry and stress of hurting her this time. She was just as innocent now as she had been then but she could really enjoy him this time instead of being frightened over such an inconvenience.
He closed his eyes and moaned as she stroked him gently through his pants.
After a few moments of that, she gathered the courage to slide her hand down the front of his pants, actually touching him this time. He helped her slide them off down his hips before carelessly discarding them as well. He was pleased when she didn't show any hint of fear and continued to stroke him slowly.
She at his growl of need as she stroked him, but she was having a difficult time concentrating her efforts on him as he began moving his fingers inside of her again but with more urgency. She gasped as he suddenly stopped to rip off her panties in one easy motion as though they were nothing more than thin paper.
As much as he forgot how much he enjoyed foreplay with her, since they usually just skipped it, he decided enough was enough. His own arousal at this point was nearly unbearable he wanted her now. He looked down at her as he placed himself at her wet entrance, ready to take her; she looked absolutely stunning right now, her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen from him kissing her to excess.
Bulma took a deep breath in preparation for him as she felt him, anticipating the discomfort.
"Do not be afraid," he said. "I will not hurt you."
She nodded and winced slightly as she felt the tip of him begin to press into her.
He kissed her deeply as he slowly sunk his length into her. She squeezed her eyes shut and moaned into his mouth as she felt him bury himself into her, though was pleasantly surprised at the absence of the discomfort she had been anticipating despite his assurance otherwise.
Vegeta could not wait any longer. Instead of giving her a moment he immediately began slowly moving in and out of her, gently making love to her. He broke his lips away from hers to look down at her; pleased that she seemed to be enjoying herself.
She cried out as he began to move just a little faster and harder into her as she wrapped her legs around his narrow waist.
As he bent down and kissed and nipped his way down her neck, he refrained from biting her again, despite the strong instinct urging him to do so. Not wanting to overwhelm her with trying to repair the bond, he decided to leave it be at the moment and just enjoy this.
She panted his name, running her hands down his back, clutching him and scratching him with her nails. She cried out as she came, waves of pleasure pulsing though her as he continued to thrust into her, not slowing down as he felt his own climax fast approaching.
Vegeta wrapped his arms around her waist, squeezing her tightly against him as he lost himself inside her. He brought his lips down to crash against hers so he would not bite her. He kissed her deeply as he continued to slowly rock his hips into her, trying to prolong both of their releases for just a little longer. It had felt like so long to him since they had been together. He smirked against her mouth as he felt her tremble against him, waves of pleasure still washing through her body.
He parted his lips from hers, resting his forehead against hers as he looked at her, trying to catch his breath again. Her arms were still wound around him, wanting to keep him close. He buried his nose in the crook of her neck for a few moments, inhaling her scent once more before he withdrew from her and held her close.
He was about to doze off in to a contented nap but the feeling of Bulma bringing her hand to his chest, lightly running her fingers up along his skin on his chest and abdomen roused him back to his senses. She finally ran her hand back up to his chest, lightly tracing his skin with her fingers. She turned slightly, resting her chin on one of his pectorals and looking at the deep scar her fingers had stopped at.
"What happened here?" she asked fingering it lightly.
He looked down at the scar in question, "Frieza." He answered with a frown. "I did not complete a mission the way he had wanted it done."
"You didn't finish it?"
"No, I finished it. Just not the way he had asked me to." He answered.
She nodded, studying it closely for a moment before carefully leaning over to kiss it, brushing her lips across it tenderly as though by doing so would make it disappear.
Never had he ever shared his battle wounds with anyone. Not even her. He had been able to tell that her former self had been bothered greatly by the many scars that marred his otherwise perfect body but despite that had never asked him specifically of the nature and origin of a single one of them as she did now.
Perhaps back then she had sensed his lack of desire to speak of anything to do with his past when he had served Frieza. Or maybe she had been afraid of the answers. Whatever the reason or case may be, he did not mind sharing the specifics of his battle history with her now.
Before he had.
Right now he didn't. Why was that? Maybe because now he knew that she would accept him despite all of his past transgressions. He had been so afraid of frightening her off before that he had never volunteered much to her; only bits and pieces here and there and only when she really pushed him. Now things were different. What was there to hide from her anymore? Frieza and his scientists had made sure she knew every evil and vile thing about him that he had previously sheltered her from. It had taken her some time to wrap her mind around it all and he had truly believed she would never be able to accept him, but here she was. In his arms, fussing over him with concern; not recoiling from him from fear or disgust.
She asked him about every scar and listened intently to him as he told her who, how or why he had gotten it. Most were from Frieza. One of two he had gotten from Zarbon or his father. The rest he had gotten from battles and skirmishes. Here and there. Those ones he didn't mind telling her about. They were almost like trophies.
After each explanation, she'd lick and kiss the imperfection. It dawned on him then that before all of this, he would absolutely not have allowed her to fuss over him like this. He wondered why?
The longer he thought on it, the more he decided it didn't matter. Frieza was dead. More than that. He had beaten him down and had humiliated him beyond belief. Sure he had some scars from the time he'd spent serving under him but he had overcome all of that. He had been able to rise above it all and wipe him out of this universe. And all because of a delicate, frail human woman he had happened to come upon by pure chance.
How had it even happened? How had he even allowed himself to let her in?
After all the horrible things he had been involved with in his past, he had assumed that any kind of happiness outside of universal domination was out of his realm of understanding. How had she been able to see and find in him what he himself hadn't thought existed? He had been brought up to believe that to care for someone else was not only a weakness, but something to be greatly ashamed of. Yet here he was. It dawned on him heavily now at this very moment more than ever before.
He loved her.
He had known that and had come to terms with it a while ago; shortly after they had been reunited on Callisto, but it had never struck him as hard as it did right now. He had known but had denied it almost violently for so long. He had heard of such ridiculousness and had always scoffed and ridiculed anyone who claimed to have any such affections for another. He had thought himself completely incapable of the emotion. He was selfish and prideful. Both traits that had nearly caused the demise of their relationship in the time they had been together.
He had denied her and shut her out. He was impatient and at times callous. He'd even threatened to leave her and she had still stuck it out with him without even knowing him. Oh, how thankful he was that she'd agreed to come with him! He was beyond ecstatic that things were beginning to look up for them! They still had a ways to go where rebuilding the bond was concerned, but he was alright with that. They would get there eventually; of that he was sure. He would give her as much time as she needed.
He loved her.
He looked at her and watched her as she stroked his skin gently. She was the kindest, gentlest being he had ever met, yet she was also one of the most mentally strong people he had ever met. She had no physical strength to speak of, yet could still manage to hold her own and had not lost her sanity. Here she was, she had been through hell and back and she was fussing over him. Him! One of the strongest warriors in this universe. Yet as he took her in, as much as it didn't make sense, it was plain to see.
He loved her.
Finally, she brought her hand down to his abdomen, where her fingers caught in a deep scar. "What about this one?" she asked, bringing him out of his revelation.
He smirked at her. "That one was your fault."
She looked at him in alarm and frowned, "How could I have done that?"
"The day after I had taken you as my mate, I had left you in Kakarott's care to leave my planet. Circumstances were as such that it was not safe for you to remain on Vegeta-sei." He started.
"Is that when the ship was blown and you thought I had been killed?" she asked.
He nodded. "Yes. After Frieza had blown the ship and I foolishly attacked him in my rage. He broke my arm, my leg and several ribs. One puncturing a lung and one had protruded through the skin. That is from that scar."
She looked at him in awe. He had nearly killed himself over the thought that she had been killed. The depth of feeling this man seemed to carry for her nearly overwhelming her once again. He had been right all along, he did not need to tell her those words. She had been so stupid in her pushing him away and insisting on hearing them from him. The bond still wasn't re-established, but she understood why she hadn't needed him to tell her that he loved her, even now, without it. She was so moved by him right now. He had put everything on the line for her. More than once from what she knew now. She decided in that moment that it was her turn to give in and put herself on the line for him.
Bulma leaned forward as far as she could to fuss over that scar as she had the others. "I'm sorry for this one then." She said.
He chuckled at her. "It barely crosses my mind. You need not apologize for it."
She nodded and leaned back up to kiss him chastely. She wanted to tell him she wanted to fix the bond now, but wasn't quite sure how to say it, for whatever odd reason.
He looked at her, noticing her slight change in demeanor. She seemed deep in thought. He had not meant to make her feel bad over revealing the origin of that particular scar. He had only been teasing her when he had commented on it being her fault. He hadn't thought she would take it that much to heart. After all, it hadn't been her who had done it. Once again, it dawned on him how much he loved her.
She was somewhat different now than she had been before. She had changed a little. Not necessarily for the better, but definitely not for the worse either. She was still his Bulma in every way that mattered. He had been so caught up in worrying that she had changed so much and how she didn't remember anything that he had failed to take into account that she hadn't really been changed that much. She was still his woman. Still his mate. He still loved her whether things stayed as they were now or went back to the way they were.
He loved her.
Bulma felt her face begin to flush at the way he was looking at her. It was intense and almost made her tremble with want for him again. "What?" she whispered, beginning to feel more awkward by the moment as he looked at her.
"I love you," he said to her. There it was. He had said it. Never had he thought in a million years he would say those words to anyone and yet here he was, he had finally said it to her. And the universe still seemed to turn and function. There weren't any explosions or cataclysmic events coming to a head in the several silent moments following those words flowing from his lips. It was out in the open and he had to admit he didn't mind it.
She smiled at him and leaned up and kissed him. He had actually said it! She had decided she didn't need to hear it and yet he had said it just now. Tears began to flow freely. Never had she felt so loved and accepted. "I love you too," she said back to him. As she kissed him, she began moving her hand down towards his member and he smirked at her as he felt himself growing hard again. "Lusty wench," he whispered to her. As he rolled himself on top of her, ready to claim her once again as his.
Bulma closed her eyes and whimpered as he entered her and began to move in and out of her, slowly. This time he would take his time with her he decided as he laced his fingers with hers, gently pinning both hands above her head. He kept his pace slow and controlled, not wanting to rush things.
As she felt the levels of pleasure slowly beginning to build up within her again, she tried to move her hands but could not. She wanted to touch him and run her hands along his body but he would not let them go. She felt him smirk at her against her neck as he had felt her trying to free her hands from his firm grasp. He gently squeezed her hands playfully acknowledging that he knew she wanted her hands free but he would not let them go just yet. She mock scowled at him in response and arched her body against him as much as she could, wanting to be as close to him and take him in as deeply as she possibly could.
He continued to rock slowly into her, looking down at her, marvelling at her beauty once more, the expression on her face, completely endearing to him. He stilled his movements, keeping himself buried inside her just as he felt her beginning to tighten around him. He knew she was close, but wanted to prolong her release.
She moaned in frustration, arching her body into his, trying to still move against him to start another powerful release, feeling somewhat irritated that he had quit just as she was near her peak so soon after her last one.
"Vegeta," she sighed.
"Hmmn?" he growled as he pulled himself nearly out and slowly slid back into her almost torturously slow.
She couldn't remember what she wanted to say to him; almost all coherent thought lost to her at this point, pleasure the only thing she could concentrate on. He finally let her hands go, bringing his arms around her waist and bringing them both up so he had her in his lap. He settled on his knees; she wrapped her legs around him and she began moving herself up and down his length, riding him slowly.
Vegeta wrapped his arms tightly around her as he let her set the pace this time. One arm around her waist, the other under her arm and around her upper back, his fingers splayed out wide, rubbing her back comfortingly. He took in her scent and buried his face into her chest, sucking and licking at one of her breasts. She threw her head back, giving into all these pleasurable sensations.
She felt him scrape his teeth against her collarbone. "Do it," she murmured.
"Hmmn?" he grunted.
"Open it up," she said. "I want you to."
He raised his head and looked at her a moment. He didn't see any apprehension or doubt in her eyes. I'm not afraid anymore. He heard her say.
He didn't question it. He kissed her deeply, his mouth assaulting hers almost aggressively. He moved his hands down her sides, resting them on her hips pulling her down against him so he could bring himself deeper inside of her. His lips travelled up along her jawline and down her neck. He licked and sucked the scarred skin on her neck for a moment, hoping he wouldn't mar her neck up any more than it now was. Without further thought, he bit down on her.
Bulma cried out, as he bit her, squeezing her eyes shut. To her amazement, the pain subsided quickly and was replaced by an overwhelming abundance of thoughts and emotions. She felt everything from him then. She had picked up the odd thought and emotion from him since they had started this, but now it was amplified. She felt his relief and joy that she wanted to accept the bond again. She saw images of herself. Things they had done together. Things she did not remember, but somehow still felt vaguely familiar to her.
He showed her the night they first met. How she had caught his attention on stage nearly immediately. How beautiful he'd thought she was, how impressed with her he had been once he'd actually met her and learned a little bit about her. He showed her how he saw her. He shared with her the all the reasons he saw her as worthy to be his mate. How he valued her opinions and inner strength. Her compassion and her intelligence. There is no one else but you, He said to her. You are my mate.
She felt nearly overwhelmed from what she felt from him. What is your favorite memory of us? She asked, hoping that if he showed her another flashback, maybe everything would start coming back to her. As much as she was convinced she was in love with this man, she still desperately wanted to remember their past.
He thought for a moment. I have a few. He said back to her. He brought her back down towards the mattress so that he was on top of her again, slowing down their now frantic pace. He really wanted to take his time rebuilding this now that she was open to it.
"Prince Vegeta, I, Bulma Briefs promise to always be here for you no matter what the occasion or the reason. I will support you in any way I can. I accept you wholly, completely and unconditionally for who you are no matter what happens, no matter what life throws at us. I will always be your mate, your friend and your lover for all time until death claims us both. I love you." She said and kissed him.
Wow. He thought to himself suddenly regretting his decision to exchange vows. He wasn't any good at revealing feelings of any sort other than anger maybe. Anything he had to say to her would pale in comparison to the declaration that just came from her. "Bulma." He started, taking a breath. Not knowing at all what he was going to say to her.
"You have my word as Prince of Vegeta-sei that I will always protect you to the best of my ability. I may not always be kind, patient or attentive, but be assured that I will always put your well-being and safety ahead of everything and anything else. I will never leave you and will remain faithful to only you. I'll give you everything I am with the knowledge that it will never be enough and that you deserve much more. I do not know what I did that I found myself lucky enough to have found you but please know that I am yours and always will be until my last breath."
Bulma smiled at him as she watched him struggle through that. That he even did this spoke volumes. She was truly touched beyond words by his vow to her and she kissed him as soon as he was finished. Accepting everything he had just said to her.
"Does that suffice, Woman?" he asked with a frown.
"It does, my Prince and my protector." She said with a smile. She leaned down to kiss him again, which he readily responded. He pulled her tightly to him and kissed her deeply.
Bulma gasped as she was hit with that memory along with a few others. She felt his emotions and thoughts behind them all, but still did not feel any recognition of any of it. All she could feel was his emotions and thoughts on these events and memories.
He picked up on her despair at not remembering these things that were obviously important. It will come, he said to her as he began moving quickly against her again. He could feel his release beginning to build up and did not know how much longer he could last.
What if it doesn't?
Then it doesn't. We can start again. He replied. All that matters is that we are bonded again.
Within moments after that, she sobbed as she came; wrapping her arms tightly around him, as she convulsed almost violently against him, bringing him to his own climax. He growled deeply as he allowed it to take hold of all his senses. He thrust into her deeply one more time as he released himself completely inside of her, tensing up as the waves of pleasure washed through him. Thoughts of everything and anything else lost to him at the moment. He stilled inside of her for a moment before he withdrew, pulling her into his arms, holding her close as they both lay there together feeling completely sated and satisfied. It didn't take long for sleep to claim them both.
*AN Fun Fact: There is no planet called Tonga. BUT there is a Kingdom of Tonga is a Polynesian sovereign state located near Fiji. It comprises of 176 islands with a surface area of about 750 square kilometers scattered over 700,000 square kilometers of the southern Pacific Ocean. Fifty-two of these islands are inhabited with its 103,000 people.
Lengthwise, the kingdom stretches over a distance of about 800 kilometers in a north-south line located about a third of the distance from New Zealand to Hawaii. It is surrounded by Fiji and Wallis and Futuna (France).
Tonga is one of the few countries in the world that have successfully resisted European colonization, and the Polynesian kingdom has never lost its sovereignty to a foreign power. Tonga is the only Kingdom in the South Pacific.
Tonga has a tropical climate with only two seasons, wet and dry, with most rain falling between February and April. The tropical cyclone season currently runs from 1 November – 30 April, though tropical cyclones can form and affect Tonga, outside of the season.
My Boss says that you can rent one of the tiny islands of Tonga for $1500 USD a year for 90 a year term and have a luxurious home built for as little as $40K USD. That's his retirement plan. He was telling me all about this a few weeks back and I thought "Huh that may work for this story…" Up until a few weeks ago, I hadn't even heard of Tonga. I know of Fiji. But not Tonga. How cool is that?! I wish I had more money! Lol!
All Information provided courtesy of Wikipedia.
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