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Pleading Truths	By : KahlanN Category: Dragon Ball Z > General Views: 1860 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Pleading Truths

Chapter Number: 6

Author: Kahlan Nightwing

Pairing: B/V

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Lemon

Disclaimer: Dragonball Z is the sole property of Akira Toriyama and all parties therein. I do not claim to
own Dragonball, Z, GT or any of its characters. I am making no money from this story.

Summary: Like a good mystery? Think you can handle this one? Come see if you can guess what's happening to Vegeta. Even Bulma's worried about this one. Whatever could it be?

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Chapter 6

Bulma groaned, shifting slightly at the hardness underneath her and the cold that was seeping into her skin to create goosebumps. She gasped softly as the motion made a certain area of her throb in punishment.

She lay there for a few minutes; trying to recall why she would be feeling so sore down there; until it all came flooding back, causing her cheeks to redden unmercifully as the whole incident played itself like a movie behind her eyes.

She raised a hand to her forehead and moaned. What had she been thinking? That was it. She hadn�t been thinking; at least, not with her head. She�d just had sex with Vegeta. She�d just had sex with an alien Prince, and while that didn�t sound so bad, the implications of sex with an alien Prince who was Vegeta were slightly unknown. She didn�t like unknowns.

She sat up slowly, the blanket hindering her movement until she yanked it from around her body. Why was she on the ground with a pillow and that infamous burgundy blanket? Where was Vegeta?

She took in her surroundings and everything else clicked into place. He had been quite adamant about her not being near him when he changed, so he�d set her outside the GR and locked himself in.

She stood on shaky legs, wrapping the blanket around her to cover her nakedness. She seemed to remember clothes tearing�.

She used the outer wall of the Gravity Room to steady herself. Ok, first order of business was to ignore the pain and try not to think of its source. The next was to see what time�

She nodded grimly as her eyes inspected the digital red numbers and moved to the control panel just to the side of the door of the GR. It was four hours after sunset. Time to see exactly what Vegeta was�.

Her hand hesitated over the button that would allow her to see inside the Gravity Room. She really did want to know what was wrong, but there was a tiny part of her that didn�t. It was that part that was still a na�ve girl and believed the entire world was right and free of monsters. It was the part that wanted to relive every second of that intimate moment with Vegeta with happy bliss. It didn�t want that moment ruined by the sight it would see. It didn�t want its image of Vegeta tarnished by whatever he was at the moment.

With a decisive tap of her finger, Bulma pressed the button and watched anxiously as the screen in front of her came to life.

Bulma stared at the inky darkness in front of her before nearly smacking herself on the head. Vegeta had turned off the lights.

�You need sleep.� That had been his only response when she had told him she would be able to see him this way. Perhaps some tiny part of him didn�t want her to see what he was either. For some reason, the thought lightened her.

She shook her head and accessed the internal controls of the Gravity Room, typing in the code to turn on the lights and reveal all.

She shrieked and jumped back from the screen as a finger tapped her on the shoulder. Whirling around, Bulma once again confronted a sheepish-looking Goku who was shaking his head to get rid of the ringing in his ears. Bulma immediately moved in front of the screen, blocking the other Saiyan�s view just in case he could actually see in the dark.

�What do you want, Goku?�

Goku tilted his head to one side, quizzically looking at Bulma�s impatient face and her awkward posture, not to mention the blanket wrapped around her. �Um, Bulma? Are you naked?�

Bulma turned three shades of red, clutching the cloth closer to her. �Goku! Get out of here! I took the senzu and I�m fine. Now leave!�

Goku scratched the back of his head, moving back some to relieve his ears. �Calm down, Bulma�. I�ve seen you like this��

Bulma dropped the distance between her and the other. �Don�t say another word, Goku! If you were any other man you�d be singing soprano right now!�

Goku scratched his head again in confusion. �Um, okay.� He grinned brightly. �Vegeta back yet?�

Bulma sighed, rolling her head and looking like she wanted to scream. �No! Now go away! I�ve gotta get dressed!�

Goku nodded, a small smile on his face. �Any reason why you�re naked outside the GR?� With that last question hanging in the air, Goku put two fingers to his forehead and vanished, leaving an open-mouthed Bulma wondering when Goku had gotten smart and why no one had told her about it.

What had he been there for anyways? He�d never actually stated that�.

With an aggravated sigh, Bulma turned back around and again stared at the black screen in front of her, brows drawn down in frustration. Now she felt like stomping around and cursing Goku and forgetting all about finding out about Vegeta. Maybe that was just her subconscious trying to find an excuse though�.

She sighed and hit the enter button, watching the screen as the inside of the Gravity Room lit with artificial light. She didn�t realize she was holding her breath until she had to let it out with a great whoosh.

Nothing was in the GR that she could see, and she began to worry. Then she realized the limited angle of the square camera in the domed room and panned the shot around to where Vegeta had laid the meat, assuming that whatever it was would be there.

Bulma caught her breath at what she saw. There it was, curled protectively around the meat and blinking at the light. She�d run across the animal many times in her search. In fact, she�d even mentioned it to Goku.

Okay, now what to do? She knew what animal Vegeta was. So she would observe him, see what he did. For now though, there were other problems.

She watched he stood slowly, stretched, and paced around his confinement, sniffing the walls as if searching for an exit. She panned the camera again and followed him as he made his way to the door, stopping to sniff there with more interest than before. She knew they weren�t that big in the wild or captivity.

Peering closer, she caught her breath at how beautiful�well, it was Vegeta�Vegeta seemed like this. The black fur shone as he turned, seemingly highlighted with gold at the tips. He strolled again, back to what was left of the meat; a bloody puddle on the floor; and she moved the camera to watch him.

His head jerked up, golden eyes catching the camera�s movement by the whirring sound that faintly reached pricked ears. The bushy tail went out straight from its body as its nose lifted up and cautiously scented the air. He sneezed at the strange machine; at his predicament in general; and continued onto the meat, circling around and plopping down beside it with a heavy sigh.

Bulma shook her head to relieve it of the strange sensation those eyes had given her. There was one solution to this whole problem, and Bulma intended on using it. It would bring some problems with it, but she would discuss it with Vegeta when he woke. For now, she was tired, Vegeta was fine, and the pillow on the floor was calling her name. Turning off the monitor, Bulma turned back to the ground and the discarded pillow and curled up there, worries set aside by the items that always solved everything.

~<*>~

Vegeta came to screaming and was immediately trying to fend off a suffocating soft thing that was clinging to him. His mind and body screamed with him as he tried to use hands and feet in an attempt to throw off whatever was attacking him. The thing was flung from him with a grunt and he sat up, looking frantically around with widened eyes.

�Jeez, Vegeta! You were screaming like someone was murdering you! Are you okay?�

His still wide eyes blinked at the blue-haired woman that was rising to her knees from the floor. A burgundy blanket was clutched around her, but it was quite evident that she was naked since her fall had opened it slightly at the waist. Noticing the direction of his look, she blushed and covered herself, standing up and keeping back from him. Her blue eyes were concerned despite the flush. �Vegeta?�

He sat up, hooking his arms around his knees and looking interestedly at her. �What?�

Bulma stared at his casual manner and shook her head. �You want a blanket, or do you want to walk around naked all day?�

He blinked again at her and looked down at himself. He was indeed naked. �I think my clothes are fine. I tore your pants, but I�m pretty sure mine at least, are intact. Why aren�t you dressed? It�s morning isn�t it?� He blinked his eyes again and Bulma realized then that he was half-asleep. He might as well have been sleepwalking. That explained the strange behavior.

�Yeah, it�s morning, Vegeta. I just didn�t want to waste time going upstairs. Come on. Get up. You need to go to bed.�

Even if Vegeta was half-awake, his mind was obviously still functioning. He smirked as he rose, reveling in the fact that her eyes took in everything as he stood before her. �In your bed?�

She blushed again, feeling heat in places other than her face. �Um, no. Yours.�

He looked slightly disappointed. �Oh�� His voice creaked into a yawn that showed her his canines as he approached. He kept one eye turned on her as he bent down by his waist to retrieve his pants from where they lay beside her, smirk widening as she followed his every movement like a hungry hawk. He straightened again and met her eyes. �You sure?�

She glanced away, fidgeting under the blanket. �Yeah. Need to make breakfast� Oh!� She suddenly bounced up as if someone had pulled strings attached to her joints.

Vegeta jumped, almost falling over himself as one leg was caught in his pants and one out. �Woman! Don�t do that!�

She giggled like an adolescent as he rolled his eyes. �Sorry. I found out what you are!�

Vegeta raised a brow as he pulled his pants up and buckled them once again. He was surprised the buckle was still intact with the way she had pried at it. �Really? And that�s something to cheer about?� He was struggling to focus on the woman�s words. They wanted to float away from him.

Bulma shrugged. �Well, makes the job of wishing you better that much easier.�

His head came up in surprise so fast the room spun. He swallowed several times, trying to block out the smell of the blood he knew was in the corner, and focused on her eyes.

�Vegeta?�

He hadn�t even noticed her come to stand beside him, hand grasping his arm. He shook it off lightly. �I�m fine. I get disoriented after. I just need rest.� He waited until she had nodded before continuing. �So what am I?�

�A wolf.�

His black eyes looked curiously at her. �A wolf. That�s it? I�m a wolf.�

She nodded, a bright smile on her face as if she�d just handed him all the answers on a platter.

Vegeta rolled his eyes and heaved a sigh, wondering how Dr. Briefs could�ve fathered such a child. Ah yes, Mrs. Briefs. �How is that possible, woman? I�m Saiyan. I turn into an Oozaru with a tail and a full moon. I do not turn into a furry dog every night.� He took a step and felt his world tilt to one side. Once again, it was Bulma that kept him steady. It was her or the floor. Besides, he didn�t mind her closeness.

�It�s not a furry dog. Wolves act nothing like furry dogs. You�re a black wolf with yellow eyes and you�re huge. At least, for a wolf.�

He once again removed her hand from his arm and started for the open door. �I don�t care if I�m a giraffe with orange and black polka dots, what I want to know is why I�m turning into a wolf and how to undo it.�

Bulma beamed as she followed along two steps behind. He found it slightly annoying that she acted as if he would fall over at any moment. But with him feeling as if he�d drunk three bottles of wine, maybe it was best. �That�s the thing; with the dragonballs, it doesn�t matter how. We just wish that you are cured of your lycanthropy.�

He turned his head back slightly as he leaned on the banister and made his way cautiously up the stairs. �Lycanthropy?�

Bulma nodded, only relaxing from her vigil when Vegeta reached the landing and headed down the hall to his room. �The disease of being a wolf every�well, night in your case. Most legends say only under a full moon.�

Vegeta shrugged. �There�s no moon. Maybe�they adapted. It�s a disease?� He sounded incredulous that what caused him such weakness would be equivalent to a virus. Then again, there was Kakarott�s heart disease�.

Bulma reached around, turned the doorknob he fumbled with, and stood on the threshold, watching as he stumbled to his bed and stood in front of it. �According to folklore. But, it�s kind of mind-blowing. I mean; it�s a myth.�

He grunted as he turned and looked at her. �Super Saiyan was a legend for my people. I always thought it just a myth. Dragonballs are a myth to your people also, yes?�

Bulma nodded. �Yeah.� She stepped into the room further, realizing that Vegeta half-awake could spill a lot. �Why was it a myth for you? I thought your people put a lot on it.�

He shrugged. �I saw how far it got them, holding on to such hope. I preferred�prefer more solid things; things I can touch and sense; things that aren�t fairy tales told to children. Immortality was real. The Legendary was not; until Kakarott.�

Vegeta huffed, sitting down on the edge of the bed with eyes that couldn�t quite focus on the woman before him. �Back on topic, woman. We�re going to wish away this�disease?�

Bulma nodded. �When you wake up, you can eat what I�ve put into the fridge. The sooner I start, the sooner you can continue chasing that legend.�

His eyes considered her from across the distance between them, not really picking up the words that came from moving lips. He could smell her from here�. �Woman, come feel my forehead. I think I have a fever.�

Bulma�s eyebrow rose. Surely Vegeta� No, he wasn�t the pick-up line type. With that thought firmly in her mind, she crossed the carpet to Vegeta and bent down slightly to feel his head. �Well, you don�t feel that warm-mmm�.�

The word was muffled by Vegeta�s lips as he pulled her down by the blanket bunched around her neck and covered her mouth with his, smirking. Blue eyes widened fractionally at the�playful gleam in black ones as Vegeta�s other arm came up behind her and scooped her legs out from under her. He bounced back on the bed, gripping her by the blanket, the back of her legs, and her lips; laying both of them down on the bed side by side.

Finally, needing air, both broke backwards, Bulma to glare and struggle in his grip and Vegeta to smirk and turn her struggle into an attempt to get the blanket off. �Vegeta��

He stopped his undressing as she stopped her struggles, piercing her with black eyes that seemed to seep her very will away. �What? It was a mistake? Isn�t that what you humans say?� He shrugged, not giving her a chance to speak. �Whatever. I don�t care what you think it was. It was sex. And I want more. Now.�

She stared at him for a few moments more before blowing air in his face in frustration. �Men!� With that one announcement, and no further explanation, Bulma stripped herself.

Vegeta gave her one appreciative look, and a thankful one if the tight state of his pants was any indication, before lowering his head to her chest. �Woman�.� The word trailed off as his tongue lapped over her skin, tasting and teasing at the same time.

Bulma eagerly arched into him, once again fumbling with that cursed buckle. This time the metal gave under her hands and she tore it and the cloth it had held away.

Vegeta gasped, head jerking back, as Bulma took him in her hand and vigorously pumped. His eyes met hers with shock and a little anticipation as she pushed him back onto the bed and straddled his ready form. �I just wanted to repay the favor, Vegeta.� He�d never known that irritating voice could sound quite that sultry.

He watched, hypnotized, as her hands slowly lowered, not seeing the smirk she was giving him. He hissed through his teeth and his lids closed over rolling eyes as her hands worked up and down, circling and scraping lightly. He didn�t realize he was growling until his eyes popped open when she chuckled.

Her hands continued to move, but now it was her head that descended. He couldn�t; didn�t want to; stop the moan to encourage what she was going to do. If her hands were doing this to him; then her mouth�

The whole top half of his body bucked from the bed, head thrown back to gasp for air as his eyes popped as wide as they would go. The sucking and smacking sounds he heard were only furthering his rise as he fell back onto the bed hard, making the whole structure shudder. He heard a chuckle again and hissed as it vibrated against him, making a chill run down to his toes. No. He couldn�t wait!

Bulma gave a mock-shriek as she was pulled up roughly and shoved into Vegeta�s heaving chest. She barely had time to look into maddened eyes before he flipped them both over, covering her body with his and entering her in one smooth thrust. Now it was Bulma�s turn for her eyes to pop wide and then roll around their sockets.

Vegeta gave a sigh of pleasure at the tight warmth that surrounded him and let go to the rhythm that had the bed creaking like a wooden rocking chair. Neither heard the sound as they continued to pound against each other, Vegeta thrusting and Bulma arching; until it couldn�t be told who was making what movement.

However, the great bellow that rattled the windows in their panes was definitely Vegeta�s. As was the shriek that followed along with twin streaks of fingernails driven into and down a tanned back Bulma�s.

Both fell back onto the bed, Vegeta angling himself so that he didn�t land on Bulma this time. Vegeta immediately felt weariness drag him down as the combined effects of the transformation and the sex dragged him into sleep, one arm slung over Bulma�s waist haphazardly and his face buried in the crook of her neck.

Bulma lay in the bed, staring up at the ceiling and content to just stay there with Vegeta�s warm body pressed up against hers and his arm across her middle. Unfortunately, time was precious. She needed to fix him a lunch big enough to hold him appetite and nutrition-wise. She needed to get the dragonball radar, somehow come up with some excuse for the others so the sudden darkening of the sky wouldn�t freak them all out, and collect the dragonballs. Hopefully, Vegeta could help in that area. She�d simply cart the GR around with them since it could be encapsulated. With Vegeta�s flying, it would take a lot less time�.

She bit her bottom lip as she swung her leg over the side and carefully extracted herself from Vegeta�s arm, sitting up on the edge of the bed. Was Vegeta�s power back? If not, they had a problem. Maybe she could ask Goku� Vegeta would be against that�. Yamcha? Vegeta would be against that, but for different reasons. He�d said it was just sex, and that was fine by her, but she had a feeling he was the jealous type. Wasn�t every man?

With that question and the answer attached to it left in the air, Bulma rose and walked stealthily to her room to get dressed, quietly closing Vegeta�s door with a soft snick.

A/N: I guess once you start writing lemons, you can�t stop�. So, all of you who guessed correctly with wolf or werewolf get a small prize. Like a BG I made or anything small that you would like; sound file, clip, etc. Why small? Why not the big one? Simple. You�ll find out either next chapter or the one after that. Depends on how long it takes to collect the DB�s.

BTW, keep guessing. You now know to look up �Japanese wolf� or �Japanese werewolf��. I have the page I found the info on bookmarked, so I will give the URL at the end�. BTW, I changed the prize from Episode 141 to Movie 6, I think. Revenge of Cooler, with the Metal Coolers�. Yeah, it took me 30 minutes to download the file, so I figured it would be better than a download that I can�t upload even in .zip format�. ^_^ Will that make you guess more? How about a music video for anyone who comes close? Ah, I�ll discuss it when I email the winners, eh?

Lupa: Love your name�. Well, you�re right. It�s definitely not typical�. Wolves are so awesome�. Fav animal right there. Care for a second guess?

Dragon Girl: Interesting. Looked it up. I�ll definitely watch it. Was it a book too? I can�t recall�. You�re not really off�. You could say you�ve got part of it�. ^_~

Susan: Chew on that, girl! Now figure it out! Lol This is fun! This satisfy the lemon urge? I don�t think I can stop now! Lol Thank you, but that is my artwork. I have to get the pic of my cat up, it�s the best one. Can you believe they erased the map? That *was* mine, fool! Oh well, I�ll repost it till they get the hint! Wolverine. Yet another Anti-hero. Oh, that wolverine! The �wol-� part was right!

S.G.: Nope. See what I mean by almost kitsune? They�re in the same family. Dogs�. Have as many guesses as you wish. I am not the Earth dragon�lol.

JadedBest: *snaps fingers* I had someone better in mind for the lemon�. Master Roshi? Duh�. 18 is cool but the whole snapping-Vegeta�s-arm thing really messed it up for her. Plus, well, she�s *too* emotionless�. She should at least sound arrogant or something. I did like her comeback to �Bring it on�. �As you wish.� You�re danged right it�s as Vegeta wishes! lol

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