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Recovery	By : Not_Bulma06 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 4750 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 9: Veracity
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Days had passed with uneventful routine on Namek. Bulma had seemed to resume her normal habits like most human females. She ensure her appearance was optimal and the cleanliness of her surrounding satisfactory. Vegeta studied her behavior closely, not unlike a hunter tracking the habits of a desired target. Something did not sit right in his gut with her return. Never had he come close to losing someone he cared for, it had shaken him.
“Is everything ok hon?” Bulma interrupted his thoughts, as they both stood on the rocky formation at the mouth of the cave where for the last few days they had been staying together.
“No.” His response visibly surprised her. He turned to her, his solid form firm in stance as he squared his gaze on her. “I need to know more. I need more information over what happened. I can smell your nervousness about something. If we as mates will repair and remove the space between us, there cannot be any secrets.”
She looked down, wringing her hands together. The scent of her anxiety grew, filling his nostrils with its sour aroma. The smell of fear and terror usually excited a Saiyan, however emanating from his mate it was anything but. Bulma turned on heel and quickly went inside muttering,” Follow me.” He followed her into the cave, unsure what would have her so visibly shaken. The pair came to sit in the small kitchen area, opposite sides of the small dining table. She sat shrunken down into her seat, shame filling her eyes as she met his stone like onyx orbs.
She spoke softly and clearly of what she had done. The well placed knife into Gohan’s back. Her deal with the devil that lingered with in her once its haunting began in the healing tank. The inappropriate way she approached Goku, then threatening him with violence if Vegeta ever got word of her actions. The various dreams she had, where Vegeta and the other Saiyans who once had a hand in her torture participated in deviant acts of sexual pleasure. How the dreams only escalated once she had been trapped within her own mind. In the end she felt the most shame in taking pleasure in one particular dream.
She recalled it clearly, even though it had been months since her earliest and frankly most tame dreams started with in the healing tank. Her husband sitting proudly with Goku, the lesser Saiyan, kneeling before him eagerly taking the entire length of his engorged member deep into his throat. How she watched him lustily while she lead Gohan into manhood. In the end, she forced Goku down further with her body weight, locking eyes as the mated pair was pleasured by the lesser Saiyans.
The pair sat quietly, all of the cards upon the table. Her secrets uncovered. Her shame exposed. Bulma sat waiting for her judgement. Vegeta sat considering what he had just heard.
“Well frankly I am not surprised.” His attitude seemed to be cavalier about her fantasies and even her hidden agenda adulterous transgressions. He could see that Bulma was puzzled with his reaction.
“Saiyan culture is different in how it viewed sex. The urge to mate, produce offspring, and bond with another were not always high priority. It unfortunately became a tool of punishment and payment in the later years of the empire, reaching the peak of depravity during my father’s rule. His weakness against Frieza led him to look for power and control where ever he could find it. You in your state had to do the same thing.”
Bulma sat, still perplexed at his reaction. She had just finished telling him details of a sexual fantasy involving his rival and he was completely calm. No looks of disgust. No harsh glare of judgement. Just logical reasonable understanding.
“You aren’t exactly fond of your father….” She trailed off, eyes fixed upon the blank surface of the empty table. Vegeta leaned over, placing his gloved hand to cup her delicate chin. His words stern pushed from his lips with pride, “You fought your demons and won.”
Vegeta sat back in his chair. “Since we are airing out our secrets, I have one for you.”

King Vegeta paced his throne room. Waiting for the lower Saiyan to be brought before him. He had one last lesson he needed to impart upon his son before he left to serve Lord Frieza. He knew his son would be surviving on his own and would be without allies.
“Father why am I here? I could be training.” A young angry voice yelled out. The prince sat upon his throne, wearing his signature scowl as he impatiently waited for his answer. Before the king would respond, the doors to the grand hall began to open. Three Saiyans entered escorted by a pair of guards. King Vegeta took his rightful place atop his massive throne.
Prince Vegeta recognized the two male Saiyans. The elder was Bardock a well-studied scientist and a useful tool when purging worlds of lower life forms. The young male Saiyan, near the princes’ own age was Bardock’s son Raditz. Raditz was not a warrior of great intelligence, but he was promising as a heavy hitting meat shield when the time came. The third the prince did not recognize, she was an adult female. She was pleasing to the eye but nothing extraordinary. The trio came to kneel before the king and prince.
The king spoke out, his voicing booming, “I understand that this female refuses to mate with anyone else. She wishes to be your mate Bardock for life. However I do not see the need for this. She has already bore you a son of acceptable strength.” King Vegeta motioned to Raditz, who knelt before his king. “Why does this woman refuse to do her duty in furthering the Saiyan race?”
Silence hung in the air, the young woman stood before King Vegeta carefully avoiding his gaze. “I love Bardock. I want to be mated with him again. I want to serve as his mate and life partner.”
“Well the woman wishes to serve a lesser Saiyan rather than serve her king?” King Vegeta mused. “Send the boy away, send him to the harshest training camp you can find.” The pair of guard drug the now terrified Raditz away from his parents, leaving the four Saiyans alone.
King Vegeta dismounted his throne making his way to stand in front of the couple. “Bardock. Do you wish to keep this woman?”
“I do my King. I serve you and will serve you until my dying breath.”
King Vegeta’s lips twisted into a sickening smile. The young prince felt a wave of an emotion he seldom felt. He felt uneasy with the situation. He knew his father would not kill anyone today, he had seen him do that hundreds of times. This was different.
King Vegeta took a hand full of the Saiyan woman’s’ hair, yanking and twisting forcefully to pull her head down to the level of his waist.
“Show me how much you want this female. I can smell she is in heat now. Ripe for the taking. Show me how much you want to be her mate. If I am satisfied with what you have to show you may live as mates. If I am disappointed, she will die.”
Bardock stood, looking into the clear gray eyes of his mate. She mouthed the words to him, ‘do it’. The Saiyan male began to disrobe, stripping down into nothing to stand before the king. He took with soft phallus in hand and began to stroke vigorously. Soon the soft appendage was full of live, hard and erect. He moved quickly behind his mate, ripping away her layers of skirts. He knelt down behind her to kiss the hidden pearl between her legs.
King Vegeta pulled the female close to his groin, releasing his own throbbing member. He pushed her delicate mouth onto him. She gently began to suck and lick upon his arousal. Bardock, sat his eyes wide with shock watching his mate.
“Did I say stop Bardock?” King Vegeta hissed. “I could remove her pretty head now if you like.”
Bardock’s eyes burned with rage. He stood tall, locking his eyes with the king. He thrust himself forward into his mate. He locked his massive hands upon her wide hips to deliver more impact with each thrust forward. Sweat began to bead upon his skin, the intensity never left his eyes.
The king reached his hand out to take hold of the female’s tail. Bardock violently knocked it away with his own, a primal growl escaped his lips. He took his mates’ tail and placed it midsection into his mouth. He bit down ferociously, causing her to let loose a muffled scream before going limp. Each successive thrust into her, Bardock pushed her harder and harder onto the arousal of the king. He could see the king losing control, he now bucking his hips against the impacts. The king gave a weak howl and pulled himself away from female. He shot his royal seed, covering her delicate face.
Bardock never lost his intensity as he hammered himself into his mate. His eyes never wavered in the stare into his Kings’ eyes. When the king finally looked away, be it out of boredom or shame, Bardock finally released himself deeply into his mate.
Bardock pulled out, his body heaving from rage and exhaustion. He gently scooped up his limp bodies mate, using his tail to wrap around the armor he had removed. The nude Saiyan stood, waiting for judgement.
The king had righted himself with in his trousers once more and taken a seat upon his throne. “You may go. I am satisfied with your actions.” He sent them off with a dismissive wave. The pair disappeared from the throne room, leaving the royal Saiyan males in silence.
“Do you understand the lesson I taught you son?”
“I do father.”

“The lesson he taught me was that he was weak. He could not command or have warriors follow him from loyalty.”
Bulma stared at him, eyes wide with shock. “So you…had to watch that?”
He gave a small nod, “Yes, like I said the view of sex on my planet isn’t a likeness shared between our worlds….I had to watch my father violate Kakarots’ mother, while he was being created.”
“Do what??” Bulma gasped,” How do you know??”
“Simple math woman. Shortly after that event, I was sent off to serve Frieza. It was no longer than 10 months later my planet was destroyed. Kakarot had to have been born, power level measured and sent to Earth just prior to the destruction.”
Vegeta pushed away from the table, bringing himself to his feet to stretch and flex his now stiff muscles. Sitting around sharing stories was not something he was accustomed to. However if long conversations were needed to repair his relationship with his mate, he would tolerate them.
“Now woman, we need to leave.”
Are all of Bulma's skeletons out of the closet? Where are they going now? Find out on the next chapter of Recovery!
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