Weeks have passed. The Nameks had settled into an easy routine, even Piccolo had found Capsule Corp. quite pleasant. He taken to meditating by the little stream in the atrium, when he wasn’t with his brother Namekians.
Bulma had even caught Piccolo taking pot shots at a certain antennaed frog once. When she had protested about it, the green warrior smiled saying to her that it was just to remind Ginyu that he was only there on sufferance and not to get too uppity with the other inhabitants of the pond. Then the Namekian warrior also mentioned that Vegeta had even sent a couple of blasts in the Ginyu frog’s direction with threats of how good frog’s legs might taste. The only thing that was keeping the stupid frog safe, was that Bulma’s mother thought he was “so adorable”.
The little Namekian Dende and Gohan have become fast friends. It’s good that the kid has someone closer to his own age to play with finally.
Much to ChiChi’s dismay once she’d given him permission to visit, Gohan had taken to spending whatever free time he’s had to come over and be with his new friend. Goku’s wife still doesn’t like the fact that it puts her son anywhere within Vegeta‘s proximity, but does finally admit the boy has cheered up a lot now that he’s got someone his own age to be friends with. The two boys get together at least a couple of days every week now. Bulma even thinks that the little Namekian has a bit of a crush on her, if that possible. He always blushes such a cute shade of green when he notices her.
But the Saiyan Prince hadn’t settled in at all. Ever since the pool incident they barely exchange passing words and when they do say anything to one and other it always seems to end in insults. It was as if he was determined to avoid any interaction with her or anyone at all now.
Shortly after that he’d taken disappearing early every morning, only to return late at night, hungry and exhausted. When she did finally catch and confront him once to ask what he was doing, he only said three curt words to her, “I’m training, woman.” Then he stalked off.
But Vegeta’s incredible feral animal magnetism is still affecting her. Even that short conversation had left her weak in the knees. He draws her attention whenever he’s around long enough and somehow she always knows when he’s about to make an appearance.
All the female employees are affected by him too. They all drool every time he walks by. Which he apparently doesn’t seem to even notice! But she’s also caught him watching for her, sometimes, just as she watches for him. All they ever seem to do is anymore is exchange stares or insults.
When she goes to bed at night she often ends up tossing and turning unable to sleep until she hears him come in. Then all she can do, is think about him being downstairs, she swears that it’s almost as if she can feel him, only one floor below her. When she does finally fall asleep, all she does is dream about him coming up to her rooms and making love to her. She just can’t seem to shake this obsession she’s got about him.
She also knows, that he’s still determined to fight with Goku.
She’s tried to keep busy so she wouldn’t think about him all time. She’d taken to spending long hours first designing and then constructing a training room. Originally as part of the idea to keep him distracted, she had planned on trying to get Vegeta’s help and advice for the construction, but he was never around when she needed him. So she finally had to get Piccolo and Gohan to assist her. They aided her in adjusting and testing the new battle drones she designed specifically for ki fighting. They should be strong enough to withstand any amount of hard usage from Vegeta.
It’s taken her almost two months to get it all finished, so while she was working she had started to ignore him the way he was ignoring her. But now with the project finished she had nothing to do and gotten tired of his silent treatment of her.
She’d really been pleased about how it turned out and hoped that he’d like it. Without realizing it, the project had slowly changed in her mind, from a way keep a dangerous man from getting too violent and causing problems, into a gift to please him and try to entice him into sticking around for awhile. When it was almost finished, she’d left him notes slipped under his door, a couple of times, telling him that she had something to show him, notes that he apparently just disregarded.
Well she finally had it. Tonight she’s gonna corner him.
(Music)
So tonight she’s decided to lay in wait, and ambush him when he returns from wherever it is that he runs off to all the time. She know she can do it, cause she seems to always know when he’s about to return. So when she gets that feeling she goes out to sit at the outside patio table and watch the sky. Finally she spots his flight trail approaching and retreats to just inside the doorway. He’d been taking to avoiding everyone lately by leaving before dawn and coming back extremely late, long after nightfall, but this time she’s not going to let him away with it.
He lands and starts towards the door, she waits silently, holding her breath, until he’s within a few feet of her and then steps out in front of him.
He stops startled. In his exhausted state he had not sensed her presence. He’s noticed everything about her whenever he’d seen her during these past weeks. This time, for once she’s not dressed in that damned coverall, instead she’s wearing a light blouse and shorts. Her lovely form is fully revealed to him. It almost takes his breath away.
“Vegeta, we have to talk.” She blocks his way, standing in front of him hands on her hips.
“Why woman?”
“Because you’ve been avoiding me, I want to know why!”
He grimaces, “I told you once I’ve been busy training.”
“That’s not good enough. I’ve been busy too, but it doesn’t make me totally antisocial!”
“What do you think I should do? Play games like those idiotic Nameks?”
“Why not, you could probably use a break.”
“Can’t we talk about this later, I’m hungry, sweaty and I itch.”
“If you’d wear something other than that uniform long enough to let someone at least try to get it clean, you wouldn’t be itchy!” She retorts.
“I don’t have anything else.” He replies.
“And that’s because you won’t stay around long enough for us to go get you anything.”
“Let me be woman.” He pushes past without touching her.
“No!” She follows after him.
They enter the elevator, she stops in front of him, glaring. “We’re going to talk if it kills me.”
“I could arrange that you know.” He threatens.
“I know you could, but you won’t.”
“How do you know that?” He retorts.
She pauses her eyes widening with the sudden realization, “I..,” that she is uncertain of exactly how or even why she knows that he would never hurt her, “I just know.”
He looks at her, “All right then talk.”
“No, not here. We’re going to sit down and do this right”
“What do you mean?” The elevator stops on his floor.
She steps out and waits for him, finally he gives up and leads the way to his apartment, they enter.
“First you’re going to get cleaned up and put something else on. You’re going to give the housebots your uniform to clean, it reeks. Then, instead of just grabbing everything in the refrig downstairs, you’re going to come up to my apartment for a decent meal for a change.”
He glares at her fiercely but it doesn’t deter her. She heads for the closet, pulling out the first things that come to hand. A pink shirt with BADMAN printed across its back and pair of pants. She tosses them on the bed. “Put these on after you’ve bathed. If you’re not upstairs in an hour, I’ll come back down here and drag up you up myself!”
“I can lock you out.”
She puts her hands on her hips, “I can override any lock in this tower.”
He looks at her, “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Yes, I would! One hour Vegeta or else!” She glares back at him, “I'll have dinner waiting."
She stands there watching him until he gives up and starts stripping his armored shirt off as he heads towards the bathroom. She catches a final glimpse of his athletic form as the door closes between them. Troubled, she turns away. Why does just seeing him turn her on so much? What she really wants to do is stay, and join him in the shower. God I want him so badly, I‘m going to go through with this, whole thing dammit, I am! I can’t take it anymore. She heads up to her apartment.
About forty-five minutes later Vegeta exits the
elevator on level ten.
He had dressed in the clothes she had laid out but had encountered some of the same problems as before. His shoulders were too broad, almost to big for the shirt to fully encompass. While his waist and hips were much slimmer. Vegeta had finally resorted to cinching a belt tightly about his waist to hold up the pants, he’d even had to add another hole to the damn belt! He’d left the upper portion of the shirt unbuttoned since it had refused to come together beyond the third buttonhole anyway, thus leaving a open vee with an ample expanse of his chest exposed.
This is the first time he’d been up here. He enters a beautifully appointed living area, big bay windows on either side afford breathtaking views. One of the ocean and opposite that a view of West City’s skyline, the city lights are twinkling in the darkness, like land bound stars. With money to spare Bulma had redecorated the company’s visiting executive suite, when she converted it into her private apartment on her twenty-fifth birthday. It’s a place filled with luxurious comfort in mind as well as displaying her impeccable taste. Overstuffed couches, chairs, and fine wood accent pieces are enhanced by priceless objects d’art and vases filled with fresh exotic flowers.
He’s even startled when he sees a dragonball displayed, but realizes on closer inspection that it’s just a glass replica.
He wrinkles his nose appreciatively at the unfamiliar but savory aromas emanating from somewhere ahead. His mouth waters, he hadn’t lied when he told her he was hungry, he’s practically starving as usual.
That was the one good thing about being here, for the first time in his life the constant ache of hunger was been gone for longer than just a few days. He’s noticed that his muscle mass has increased and it even seems as if he’s gotten a little taller too.
When he had first arrived he noticed that he had had to look slightly upwards to meet Bulma’s eyes, but now his are at an even level with her’s.
Damn that Frieza to very hell there is, if he had only been adequately fed as a child he probably would have been a Super Saiyan ages ago. And as big if not bigger than Kakarot!
Following the tantalizing scents, he crosses the room and enters what must be the eating area. A scintillating crystal object hangs overhead, shedding a soft lambent light over a fully loaded, sparkling table. He has not seen anything quite so elegant in a long while.
"It's about time." Says Bulma as she comes out of the kitchen, carrying yet another dish.
She looks at him and almost drops the plate. He’s absolutely gorgeous!
She is exquisite! Having shed her earlier outfit and that ugly orange utilitarian Capsule Corporation coverall he’s gotten so used to seeing her wearing, for a much more flatteringly feminine outfit. An airy looking blue thing that matches her hair. It softly floats about her curvaceous form as she moves, then clings electrically to her body whenever she stops. Two tiny strands of sparkling crystals seem to be all that is holding it up. The lowest edge barely covers the top of her thighs, while the material is so sheer that he can almost make out the color of her nipples.
The sight of her makes his loins tighten with desire. He’d almost forgotten just how strongly proximity to her affects him.
"I was beginning to think I'd have to come down and get you after all." She says, covering her astonishment. ‘My God! I never thought anything of Roshi's could look that good! His broad chest gleams in the light like fine polished bronze. I was beginning to have second thoughts, but now.., I’m really tempted to just go ahead with this whole crazy plan after all.’
The table is inviting as she is, loaded with several brimming platters. He sniffs appreciatively, to his keen warrior senses this is a feast of aromas. With her own soft scent drifting redolent under the others. This is indeed, her place!
He’s been waiting a long time for this. These last couple of cycles had been harder for him to endure that he had thought they‘d be. Every time he’d encounter her, she’d stir his senses, almost to the point of madness. It had finally gotten so bad that he had to avoid her completely, otherwise he’d end up lying awake at night just thinking about her lush body pinioned and trapped beneath his.
"I know how much you can eat, so I wanted to be sure there would be plenty." She smiles, crookedly. "I’ve been waiting all day, preparing this supper just for you. I think I could almost match your appetite myself, now." And not just for food, if what ChiChi has told her about Saiyan lovemaking is really true.
Vegeta notices that the plates are set on the same side of the table, close beside each other. Good he couldn't have planned this better himself. She’s finally gotten to the point that he’d been waiting for her to reach, she’s as hungry for him as he is for her. Now’s the time, eat, sex and leave, but not too quickly, he will savor everything and avail himself fully to all of her offerings.
"No formalities tonight, even though I’ve fixed you some real gourmet food." She grimaces, “The other guys always make fun of my cooking. But I sure it‘s just that they can’t appreciate the subtleties of finer foods. They‘re all just happy with plain old rice balls and fish most of the time. I just hope you‘ve got a better palate.”
Bulma sits down and motions for Vegeta to come and take the seat beside her.
"I made us a fresh asparagus salad with truffles, escargot and oysters on the half shell, followed by steaks and lobsters with fresh vegetables, and then a heavenly white chocolate mousse with strawberries for dessert.
There’s also a couple of good vintage wines and some champagne, I know you usually don‘t drink alcohol but at least try the wine, if you don’t like it you don’t have to drink it, I’ve got fruit juice for you. But it‘s not as harsh as that scotch dad gave you before. Actually there‘s only just enough alcohol in these to help aid in digestion."
His mouth is watering, for more than just the food.
She picks up her utensils and starts eating, watching her carefully he follows suit. Their arms almost brush against each other from time to time, making them both acutely aware of their proximity. Each almost contact sending tingles of .., something shivering through them both.
The strange new foods are delicious, enhancing his senses even more delicate flavors titillate across his tongue. He thinks, ‘It figures Kakarot wouldn’t appreciate food like this, he’s such an oaf.’
The wine, which he had tasted warily, was not bad at all, nothing like that harsh tasting whiskey stuff her father had given him that first night. The mild alcoholic content of the wine helps relax his achy muscles and ease his tensions.
What he doesn’t realize, that it’s also weakening and lowering his mental defenses.
Not only is she beautiful but she certainly can prepare food well, his physical desires war with one and other. Bulma's scent is as intoxicating as the food's but soon his hunger wins out over other considerations, if only temporarily, and the only sounds are of appreciation for the food from the young couple.
Finally finishing the last bites of dessert, the two look at each other in complete repletion.
Vegeta has never felt quite so relaxed or at ease in his life, even his appetite is fully satiated. One of his rare unaffected smiles reveals itself. It’s only the second one she‘s seen, but for some reason it suddenly makes everything seem so much better.
Bulma returns it, softly. Then pushing back from the table, she stretches languidly, the bodice of her dress pulls tightly across her chest, revealing her every curve to Vegeta's raptious gaze.
Finally she straighten and asks, “Why‘ve you been avoiding me? Was I wrong that first day? I had kinda gotten the impression that you liked me.”
He looks at her, then says truthfully, “I needed to train, being around you distracts me.”
I knew it, she exults, he is attracted to me! I’ve seen it every time I looked into his eyes!
She wonders as she watches him, but he’s so damned volatile, do I even dare continue on with this?
But Vegeta’s so incredibly sexy, just looking at him always turns me on and I haven’t been with anyone in such a long time, not since way before even Raditz arrival. The last time was just before Yamacha and I had that final fight. And boy am I so attracted to Vegeta! Maybe if I do go through with this I can get over him, for all I know he could still end up being a lousy lover.
“You know I thought you were hot when I first saw you.” She says.
“You called me ‘kinda cute’, not hot.” He responds.
‘He remembers my exact words?!’ Straightening up in her seat she considers his face, "You know, you're even better looking when you're not all growly."
"Growly?" He asks slightly perplexed. ‘She’s succeeded in disorienting me again!’
She leans towards him, placing one elbow on the table and reaching over to almost touch his forehead with her finger. He can even feel the heat emanating from it. Her finger drifts downward to stop just in front of the usually wrinkled expanse between his brows, “You know all fierce and mean looking all the time, with your forehead all scrunched down and everything."
He can feel her finger’s almost touch, it’s like a feather sensually drawn down his brow, something stirs deep within him. She's seemingly unaware of how the angle she leaning makes her decollage gape revealing the sensuous curve of her breasts to his view. It reignites the flames of his desire for her.
His eyes devour her lush body. He wants to grab her and take her now, right here on the table. With difficulty he restrains himself.
She leans back and looks at him, contemplating his
even features; "In fact, you're actually quite
handsome." There is a dangerous light gleaming in his
eyes that makes her reckless. I do believe that I will
go through with this, I want him so bad it almost
hurts, she clenches her thighs together trying to ease
the sensation of warmth that’s pulsing and flaring down
there.
"I suppose I could be. I've been told it before." He responds gruffly, as her words once again stir unpleasant memories. He‘d had forgotten that aspect of interacting with her. "But I don't think about it." Her uncanny ability to dredge up his most deeply buried memories!
Frieza's men were not at all adverse to using anyone who was attractive enough, for their perverse amusements between raids, as long as the victim was unable to fight back. They had often referred to him as their pretty little prince, just before particularly intense sessions.
"Why not?" Her voice distracts him from the painful memories of his being used repeatedly by the perverts in the barracks. Just another helpless victim until he had gained enough strength to finally stop their unwanted attentions.
“Saiyans are warriors, and true warriors just don't think about that type of thing." Is his terse response.
Her interest though disturbing, is enticing to him at the same time, he cannot take his eyes from her lovely face and those soft, inviting lips.
"But how do you know if you attractive to the opposite sex." She continues persistently., but she’s puzzled. What’s happening? Things had seemed to be going along so well and now all of a sudden he’s all upset again.
"We just don't worry about it, true warriors are more concerned about increasing their strength." He begins to rise, a frown starting to reappear on his brow. This human female is stirring him, in totally unexpected ways. Her questions bring back memories he'd rather not have, but at the same time he is still reluctant to leave her presence.
He had hoped for a quick fling, and a simple release, but instead something odd is happening to him. This is not proceeding at all as he had wanted or planned. Strange new emotions are starting to flare wildly within him. What is going on?
"Hey, don't get mad, we were just starting to have such a nice time and I'm just curious about your people, their culture and customs." She reaches a hand towards him as if to stop him.
Unwilling, or is it that he’s unable,? to resist her appeal, he sinks back into his seat. "It's a dead culture." He replies woodenly, despair crashes back in on him, she had distracted him so much that he'd almost forgotten.
"Not yet, you said once that there might be a few other Saiyans in the universe." She places her hand over his.
Initiate! Sensations start to flow between the two anchors, re-enforced psychic strands, long dormant spring into action and begin exchanging emotional and physical responses.
It’s as if electric shock shoots through them both, it’s the first physical contact they’ve ever had. They both glance down at their linked hands, she pulls hers back in confusion.
But it’s as if her touch had suddenly flipped a switch, releasing the last of his long pent-up emotions.
"Even if there are, we will be the last; there will be no suitable females of my people left." His sorrow is overwhelming. Even that electrifying touch from her hand cannot fully dispel his grief over his race’s inevitable demise.
"Maybe not, how do you know that?" She asks softly.
"The Saiyana,.. what we called our females, were usually not warriors. Very few ever left our planet, and those that did, became warriors because they were infertile." Breaking eye contact with her, he pushes roughly away from the table, standing he leans on his hands on the table, "And so any hope for a rebirth of my people died,” he spits out the last words like venom, “when Freiza destroyed my world!" He turns his back to her.
Why can't she just shut-up, and why is it, that he really doesn't want her to? What is she doing to him?
"I..,I'm sorry., I didn't know." She's silent for a moment, then says, "but that doesn't mean the end of your race. Goku and ChiChi have proved that, with Gohan."
"A low-level Saiyan and his human female's half-breed." He replies disdainfully, stalking to the far end to the room. What is wrong with me? Why I am losing control? I should just leave, but I can’t seem to muster the will power!
"You sound like a jerk." Bulma bristles, she dotes the young demi-Saiyan almost as much as ChiChi does. "A child is a child, and if he’s cherished by his parents, that's all that matters. Besides half-breeds as you call them are better than total extinction!" She stands up and storms off into the living room.
His sorrow rips at her soul, why is he so damned stubborn. Can’t he see that there is still hope for him and his people!
She moves to the window and looks out over the cityscape.
Why am I so drawn to Vegeta? She stares at lights below. It’s more than just sympathy even though his past is so tragic. I want him to know that I understand how he feels. I want to hold him dammit! Tears well in her eyes for him. His anger seems to blind him to the wonderful possibilities of life.
Vegeta stares after her for several moments torn between leaving and staying, then slowly follows her into the main room. She's staring out the window at the city. Reflections of light glisten off her cheek. What is it about this woman? She draws him irresistibly.
Somehow she knows he’s come into the room behind her. Why do I feel this way about him and how can I explain it to him?
Her dress is virtually transparent against the back glow of the city lights. He clenches and unclenches his hands, imagining them on her body, then shakes his head to dispel the thoughts.
"Bulma." His voice roughens suddenly, husky, with his desire.
What is happening to him? No female, of any race, has ever affected him this strongly before.
Her glare at his reflection, like ice, cools his sudden heat. She can fully arouse him and then shatter him in moments! Something very strange is happening to him.
"I.., perhaps you are right," he starts, "I've never thought much beyond seeking my revenge against Frieza." Why does she affect him this way?
"Well you can start now." She turns to him; there are tears on her face and he suddenly knows they’re for him! Suddenly it's blindingly apparent to him that her anger, isn't directed at him, it's more of a fury of frustration, over of his attitude. Her lovely face is filled with her concern for him and his well being! In all his life there had only been one other who seemed to care that much about him, his mother and he can only vaguely remember her.
He’s astonished as Relief! Floods through him.
"I just can't standby and see anyone like you give up without a fight!” She almost sobs. Then regaining control she adds, “You may not like it me saying this, since you don't seem to like him, but I can see a lot of similarities in you and Goku."
"Similarities?" He asks, "To Kakarot?" His anger stirs sluggishly warring with his returning desire for her, she dares to compare them, the Prince of the Elite to the son of a mere third rate warrior!
She nods, "You both possess the same stubbornness, the same courage and determination.” Her eyes are eloquent, “It's so apparent. Even your anger is just as volatile as Goku's, when he's fully aroused."
Her words ring true and he realizes that she’s complementing him. His anger subsides and his desire increases once more.
Bulma has never felt such intensity about any man before not even Yamcha. He is more completely male than anyone she's ever known before. All her fantasies fully personified have seemingly come to life, in Vegeta. She hadn't even dared dream that such a man could truly exist.
"You once thought I was Goku's mate, and I laughed about it." She looks into his eyes, pauses and then a dmits hesitantly, "But., in reality., if he had been older or I had been younger..., who knows what might have happened. I could easily be attracted to a man like him...," she turns back to the window, dashing away her tears.
He can barely hear her breathe the last three words as they mist the glass.
"...,or you."
Vegeta looks at the woman standing in front of him; suddenly he feels that strange stirring return from deep within.
In sudden comprehension, he backs away from her. Shock fills his mind and a sick fear grips his soul. This shouldn't be happening! It can't be, not now! Not with her, not a mere human!... But it is!
They’re is bonding! That shock, the touch of her hand on his had been the final step of linkage, the trigger of physical contact!
He struggles trying to fight off this reaction, even knowing as he tries that the attempt is futile, that it's doomed to fail!!
His eyes widen, how can it be that this..., this human female.., is the one! She is his truemate?!
No wonder she’s stirred him so much, no wonder he can't resist her! That's why she understands him to his core, it’s why she’s affected him so strongly. The bond had already started linking them, that first day he saw her on Namek! That’s why he couldn’t stop thinking about her. And all those blue tinged visions he had after he left earth, they were about her.
And now tonight, she’s unknowingly been reading and responding to his emotions!
Bulma is his truemate, the one he had despaired of ever finding once planet Vegeta had been destroyed.
His heart pounds, blood heat rising. No wonder her mere presence arouses him.
Vegeta staggers slightly, as he feels the bonding begin to take a firmer grip, drawing him irresistibly to her.
He senses her sudden flash of fear..., and through their growing linkage, her still intense eagerness for him.
Bulma turns, her eyes widen as she too has finally started to feel the effects of the invisible tendrils that have been insidiously weaving them together for the past months, with every casual spoken word, every random thought about the each other.
The bond is almost like a living thing, it has grown, built on their mutual attraction. And it has completely and irrevocably ensnared them. That one casual touch of her hand on his, the physical contact of skin on skin completes the last stage. Their connection is now unbreakably forged, and intensifying even more. They are caught up in the mating dance of the Saiyans. The linkage continues tugging at their psyches, drawing two different but perfectly complimentary spirits to unite as one balanced whole.
"Wh..., what’s happening." She staggers towards him, now herself, unable to resist the bonding attraction. Her eyes widening in fear, physically as well as psychically drawn to him by their strengthening spiritual link. "What are you doing to me?!"
He grasps her upper arms as she moves closer, trying to hold her away. Futilely willing for this to not be happening! It’s the one thing he’s both wanted and dreaded.
"You're doing it to me, too." He growls, angrily, "We are bonding!..... You asked me how a Saiyan knows if they are attractive to someone of the opposite sex. We’ve never had to think about it, because at the proper time we just are. To the only one that really matters to us! The one who is our spiritual and genetically perfect match, our truemate."
He desperately flings her away and retreats backward trying to distance himself from her but unable to turn away from her. "Normally, such matches and bonding happen in childhood, before sexual maturity. So after the pair bond, they continue along until they decide on a proper time for their mating to occur. But rarely, an unusual circumstance occurs."
He grimaces in anger at his past, "Like to me, a Saiyan who doesn't meet his match until after they are both mature."
He turns away but cannot help but turn back to face her, arms held stiffly by his sides, "When that happens, when the crucial final link is forged by physical contact, the pair bonding becomes swift and sudden. We are violently, even painfully driven to mate as soon as possible, almost instinctively. No one starts it or stops it, it just happens."
She looks into his eyes seeing the truth and his desire for her growing, even as her own grows for him. She can feel herself begin responding more strongly with a warm moist throbbing, as her body reacts to his and...., also she feels a tightening, a swelling stiffening!...., it’s as if she can feel the sensations of his body responding to her’s!
She closes her eyes and struggles to get free of fire of their mutual arousal. Griping the sides of her head as she shakes it in denial while numerous dual sensations start flaming through her mind and body. Even as she longs from deep within her soul to simply collapse forward, to be enfolded and feel him enfolding her in his rock hard arms.
"You're trying to tell me that I'm you mate, your perfect match?!" She replies voice shrill in hysterical disbelief as looks up at him again.
"Yes!! And I am yours, if it were not so this would not be happening to us." Rage flashes in his eyes.
She can feel his livid anger, not at her but at himself. With just a taste of unspecified fear.
He feels her terror and despair as well as the flaring ardors of her warming spasms.
She backs away from him wary of his rage, "Yeah, right!" Grimacing, she tries futilely to fight her desires, to resist the longing that’s burning like a growing bonfire inside her, longings that she knows because she can actually feel it, match his. "I know what this really is Vegeta! It's just some cheap Saiyan mind trick to try and get you into my bed. Now stop it!"
She thinks randomly, King Kai you promised me nothing bad would happen!
In other world an antenna twitches, “Good it’s finally started.” The crafty Kai thinks, “I‘d almost given up on them.”
Vegeta steps towards her, then exerting all his will power, he stops, visibly trembling with the effort. He growls savagely "I wish I could, if it were only that easy." He feels her desperation, along with her increasing desire. A desire that he shares.
"I.., I don't believe you." She protests, her heart racing, knowing it's beat matches his.
"Look at me!" He clenches his fists in futility, even as his burning gaze devours her, her fear and desire pounds into his brain. "I'm as helpless in its grip as you are."
She knows what he says is true, she can feel his disgust with himself, his desperate wanting of this not to be happening. Even though he had despaired that it never would happen.
His anger at himself wars with his hunger for her; he tears his gaze from her seductive form. "I have just done what I condemned Kakarot for doing. I have bonded to a human female!!!" Almost spitting with livid self-contempt.
But then the final psychic strand connects, and Vegeta’s spirit starts to draw upon the one thing it has been deprived of for so long, the comfort and security of undoubted unshakable love. His spirit draws the longed for sustenance from deep within her soul, out of the wellspring of stability he feels inside her very being. He has unknowingly longed for a return to such a sense of security and peace, a vague cherished memory from his earliest childhood. This is the part of her draws him to her even more strongly than their mere physical compatibility.
This is the true cause of their bonding, her certain sense of security balances all his needs perfectly. Her calm spirit soothes his battered tormented soul. The carefree happiness of her gentle and joyful childhood, with the certain knowledge that she was cherished and beloved by her parents. This is the source of Bulma’s confidence and it is the bedrock of her true hidden strength supporting her own forceful personality. A personality that is an equal match to Vegeta‘s. No weaker soul would be able to survive partnering with his ego.
Finally unable to resist any longer, he looks back at her, angrily., helplessly.., and longingly from out of his terrible loneliness..., lovingly.....!
Stunned by the overwhelming onslaught, Bulma stops resisting. She is suddenly opened to the full impact of all his tumbling emotions through the linkage that has entangled them.
His anger, and self-contempt, the deep abyss of the anguished years of his solitary loneliness. The burning pain and shame of his traumatic childhood, the memories of past torments that still torture him, feeding his unrelenting rage and pushing him to the edges of madness, pours through her heart.
Tears well in her eyes for him, dampening the flames of fury in his heart and soul.
Then his desperate need for security and acceptance rises from deep within him along with his fiercely intense desire and finally, the love for her that bursts free from his last restraints, a single good thing, so pure and simple, and utterly undeniable. She suddenly realizes that everything she had felt is real, it’s what makes Vegeta, Vegeta. She had seen the contents of his heart and touched the pain of his memories. And Bulma knows without doubt that he truly loves her, just as much as she suddenly realizes, that she truly loves him.
His fierce emotions are enflaming her passions too. She now wants him as she has never wanted anyone before. His fury and torment are igniting her desires to both sooth and comfort him. She has become yin to his yang. Her light fills his darkness, her peace calming his fury.
Completely shocked by the intensity of their intermixed emotions, they still try to resist, although far less strenuously than before.
Bulma still in emotional overload asks, "I can't believe this, what happens to us now?"
She unknowingly, instinctively takes a hesitant step towards him. Realizing that she offers him something he has longed for endlessly, a comfort of security and happiness that he has hardly known.
He moves closer to her, slowly. "On Vegeta..,"
"Wait a minute, you have the same name as your planet?" She starts to back away from him, fear flaring again, momentarily, but is stopped by the window.
"Yes, every Saiyan king and his heir have carried the name Vegeta."
"Well, before this goes much farther, no son of mine...!" Bulma's voice again takes on a slight edge of hysteria as she grasps at any last chance of a possible escape.
He stops moving. "Whatever you want, Bulma." He says, struggling with his desire, "It doesn't matter anymore anyway, my home world is gone." He continues talking, letting her regain her composure. "As I was saying, on my planet the final bonding was quickly followed by the first mating and then the couple would be recognized as a formally partnered pair."
Bulma frowns, unconsciously moving towards him again drawn by the first stirrings of the second phase of Saiyan bonding, the mating imperative. "That's it,... no formal ceremony or anything else!" Her indignant reaction momentarily, allows her normal personality to assert itself. "What a big gyp!"
Her movement has carried her within his reach, they are standing close, their breathing quickens, as they inhale each other's scents. Her innate gentleness is has calmed his fury and continues to sooth his tormented soul.
He longs to take her, but dreads the aftermath.
The thing that had made all his sexual forays brief one time encounters.
He raises his hand up to her face, tracing his finger along the curve of her cheek; their ardor rises with the caress.
She glares at him, but all traces of hysteria are finally gone from her voice. "Well, I got news for you, buster, I want a wedding, maybe not right away and it doesn't have to be a big one but I want one!"
Her arms slide up encircling his neck as her body brushes sensually against his. Burning with their doubled desire.
"Whatever is customary here on Earth." He smiles at her; his anger finally banished in the bond's completed glow. "Since it seems this will be my new home after all." Even his dread and fear are being subsumed by the bond.
Saying as she cuddles closer, "You better believe it bub." She brushes her cheek against his, her voice softening; "I've waited a long time for the right man to come along. And now since it seems that I'm gonna be stuck with a jerk like you," he voice sinks to a seductive whisper, "I'm not going to let you get away!" Her tongue softly caresses his ear, exciting him; she turns her face to his.
His eyes turn serious, "I will have to leave you.”
Her heart hesitates at his words.
But the look on his face reassures her as he tells her,
“But I will always be drawn back to you.”
Adding, fiercely. “I can never escape the bonding and neither can you.” He glares into her eyes, “We Saiyan’s always bond for life."
Then Vegeta captures her tantalizing mouth and kisses it, hard and long, banishing the fears in both of them of any future loss.
Their mouths' devour each other's, his hands roam over her body, exploring each curve, cupping and kneading her softnesses. She buries her face in his shoulder, and he feels the warm trickle of her tears.
"Why do you cry?" He asks in puzzlement.
"Because I’m so happy. I was beginning to think I'd never find someone I could really love."
"Is this what love feels like?" He asks in astonishment.
She looks up into his questioning eyes, smiling through her tears of joy. "Yes, Vegeta. Oh yes!"
His soul tightens, ‘At least I know she loves me now. Even if it doesn’t last. I will remember this moment.’
He kisses her again long, and slowly. Their passions growing more intense with each passing heartbeat.
She slips her hands inside his shirt and suddenly feels as if she is floating, her feet rising free of the floor, then realizes that they are.
As he scoops her into his arms, she says clinically, her intellect jumping beyond her body's reactions. "We have to handle this carefully." Gazing up into his face adoring, but seriously. "We just can't come out and announce this right off, especially with Piccolo and the other Nameks still here, everybody would think we've gone crazy."
"What do you suggest," he asks stopping mid-flight, not certain where he's going, he considers the sofa then dismisses it as inadequate.
She lays her head on his shoulder, and starts to softly nibble along the side of his neck sending shudders of pleasure shivering through his body. She stops just long enough to say, "Well, we could just keep it our secret for a while." She grins, "It's kind of romantic too, that way." She waves her hand towards a doorway just beyond the elevator shaft and starts nibbling again but this time at the lobe of his ear. The teasing of her tongue and teeth, sending intense waves of pleasure coursing throughout his nerves.
He moves with her towards it. But stops before the threshold, gritting his teeth, "If you 'd rather wait a day or two." She looks into his eyes, sees his suppressed need, knowing and feeling the cost of pain that making this offer to delay is causing him.
It makes her love him all the more, but her burning need matches his and she shakes her head. "No, I want you ..,now!" Her teeth return to their tender torments.
He enters the room; an elegant bed is against the farthest wall.
She stops to grin impishly up at him, "Truthfully, Vegeta, I haven't stopped daydreaming about this possibility since I first saw you on Namek. When you called me attractive I wanted to kiss you right then and there even though you scared me shitless. So I tried hard not to admit even to myself how much I was drawn to you, even then, as horrible as you seemed."
"I desired you then as well," he says gruffly, need is roughing and deepening his voice even more, "and at the time, the thought of you belonging Kakarot, just made me all the angrier."
"I think that wild fury was what attracted me the most." She blushes. "I was lured by the challenge of helping you, to make whatever pain caused it, to go away. I longed to banish the madness that was consuming you, to try to give you peace to replace it."
He sinks down onto the edge of the bed cradling her on his lap. “Peace? Yes, you have given me that.”
As much as she knows that his need is consuming him, he seems reluctant to start.
She snuggles closer, "And really, I was kind thinking about trying to seduce you anyway tonight. Ever since I found out what you're really like."
“What do you mean?”
She grins impishly, “Oh, I finally figured out what you’ve really been doing these past few months when you run off.”
“I said I was training.” he says gruffly.
“Oh I know that, but I also figured out just how you were ‘training’.” Her smile turns sly, “I began to notice that you’d always check the news. Wherever there was a rampaging beast, or a bunch of bandits attacking defenseless villagers, suddenly something or someone would suddenly come along and stop it. And don’t even try to tell me it was Piccolo or Gohan, I already checked that possibility out. They both denied having anything to do with it.
He responds unconvincingly, “It was the only way I could find any kind of decent challenge.”
Bulma kisses him softly and whispers, “Give it up Vegeta, admit it, I know the truth. You’re not really as bad as you try to pretend to be.” Then she adds brightly, "And after all it just proves something to me that I’d suspected all along. You maybe be a reluctant one, but you‘re a hero at heart.”
She grins and cuddles close, “I guess I’m pretty lucky, it isn't everyday that a girl gets a real live Prince dumped in her lap, even if he is Prince Not So Charming." She kisses him, then suddenly jumps up and dashes into the dressing room. "Just wait a minute."
Her voice drifts out to him, slightly muffled, “You don't know how badly I wanted to stay and join you in that shower.” She glides back out, dressed in a floaty pink mist that takes his breath away.
As much as he burns to possess her, he dreads the final ending of this.
Coming to the bedside, she pushes him back down onto its surface. Sliding over his recumbent form, to straddle his slim hips, she can feel him mounding up under those pants. She leans forward to kiss his mouth then his chin followed by his throat, her tongue flicking in and out caressing that a faint strange encircling scarabout his neck, lightly tasting his flesh. Then half rising she brushes aside his shirt lapels, and her lips begin to flutter delicately across his chest. Alighting on his nipples she softly caresses them with her tongue. Then she starts in nibbling again, her teeth teasing each nub alternately. He arches his back in pleasure, but when she attempts to reach for the growing hill between his legs. He sits up swiftly, pushing her over onto her back, pinning her beneath him.
This is so different from the brutality he had become accustomed to; her gentle foreplay is so stimulating. He has only known the rougher, violent versions of sex like the type he had been subjected to as a boy or the quick arousal and release he had known as a man. Unaware till now the depths of pleasure that such soft delicate sensations could cause. ‘Is it this the way it is for normal men?’ he wonders.
He dreads her reaction. But cannot control his desire for her much longer. The mating imperative is driving him relentlessly, he fears losing control. He does want to destroy the first happiness he’s ever found.
He shrugs free of the shirt, half rising he grasps the pink mist concealing her body from his sight in his fist, with a single sharp pull it drifts free. His eyes rake her exposed flesh, licking his lips; lust for her burns brightly in his eyes. His strong hands begin to explore her body, caressing her flanks, thumbing her nipples. She moves restlessly, responding to his every touch.
Pausing only for the time it takes to remove his boots, and uncinch the belt, so his pants fall and he can step free, he quickly leans down towards her. Moving so swiftly that she cannot glimpse his full nudity.
Burning in the passions of her own desire, eagerly Bulma reaches for him; her eyes widen at the battle scarred masculine beauty of his torso. His teeth gleam as he descends upon her once again. Their lips meet; his hands roughly caress her breasts his teeth nip at her lips. She can feel his manhood stirring between her thighs. Then he leans his face lower towards her breasts, lipping her nipples, sucking and then at first softly, then harder, nipping at them as his ardor increases and he feels hers doing the same. He tries to match her earlier gentleness, but it is a losing battle. Years of abuse at the hands of his childhood tormenters have conditioned and accustomed him only to roughness.
As her hands caress his back she feels the strange long ridges crisscrossing it. She spreads her legs wider eagerly, waiting for him to enter her.
Suddenly, the onslaught of the bonding imperative finally overtakes him, his passions flare wildly, he loses the last shreds of his control, and inflicts one vicious bite. Not on the nipple itself but just to one side of it, harder than the rest, drawing blood, and marking this female as his alone. She will always bear this small scar from him, the Saiyan's male’s mark on his mate. She responds with a pained cry and by clawing his back, rises to ease the sharp pain and to reduce the pull of his teeth on her flesh. Suddenly his teeth release her, withdrawing; he prepares to mount her, a ferocious hunger flaming from his eyes. Her blood smearing his lips has fully released the beast buried within, the violence of his past, added to the ferocity of his race, has fully possessed him. He snarls, the dominant male about to take his mate.
For the first time she glimpses him in his full glory and he's enormous! It frightens her; she's never been with anyone so large. He’s nearly as thick as her slim wrist and at least 10 inches long. He’ll batter her apart and split her! She pushes at him futilely, trying to resist him but now he’s oblivious to her distress, fully caught up in his mating frenzy. She wants to stop him, but their shared bond causes his animalistic passions to quickly overwhelm her psyche, igniting hers and making her just as eager for him to take complete possession of her.
The only type of sex Vegeta’s known till now, has either been marred by brutality, force and violence, or purchased and ending with fear and rejection. He had been inured to equate pain rather than pleasure with sex. Instinctually, he reverts to what he knows, all conscious control is lost, there is only one thing impelling him now, the need to completely possess his mate. Cognitive thought has fled, he is the primal male animal.
Savagely driven by the mating imperative Vegeta takes her swiftly, entering and stretching her painfully, in bestial ardor he pistons his rod further and further into her body. Filling her chamber, battering at her inner core, oblivious to Bulma's initial feeble protests. But then her whimpers of pain, turns into animalistic moans of pleasure that match his as he stretches her beyond what she had thought was her limit and then suddenly stops.
She can almost taste his feral satisfaction. He is completely enfolded within her, even so large as he is; he's not too big! She can totally encompass him, they are matched, a perfect fit. She has fully embraced his manhood from tip to its root. She is totally and completely his!
Their bodies are as tightly meshed together as their sensations, soon they begin to move in unison. Their dual pleasure rising with each stroke, until.., until ..., they simultaneously reach their glorious climax.
Vegeta is barely conscious as he slowly sinks onto her body, his head cradled on her bleeding breast.
Bulma has never felt so complete, so fulfilled in her entire life. All of her past encounters had always been lacking in something. Although she had never failed in climaxing, often even multiple times, she has never managed to reach the glory of a simultaneous release with any of her previous lovers. She had come very close several times with Yamcha, but even then one of them would not quite make it to that final elusive joint fulfillment. Vegeta has again proved to be an answer to her dreams.
She softly strokes his furrow free brow, tracing his widow’s peak then runs her fingers through his long spiky mane, still full of the wonder she had just experienced. She marvels at the texture of his thick stubborn hair, ‘I never thought it that it would be soft, and so silky!’ Tactilely reminding her of something fantastically luxurious, and it suddenly dawns on her, it feels like one of her finest furs, no wonder the strands refuse to fall like normal hair. It’s his, no.., her lion’s glorious mane.
The sense of intelligence slowly returns to the Saiyan Prince, he doesn’t feel her tender caresses yet, caught up in the depths of his despair. All he can remember is kissing her breast, suckling and nibbling at her nipples, then the salty sweet taste of blood and little else. This is the first time he has ever lost control totally. He shudders remembering the last time, it’s all over with now, Bulma will reject him, just as all the others have always done. Why couldn’t he be a normal male?
Bulma feels his shiver and the sting of his tears as they start to trickle down her wounded breast.
What is it that she feels, emanating from him? It almost seems like despair, but it can’t be that. What just happened was so amazingly wonderful!
She enfolds him in her arms as she feels the caress of his tongue gently licking the blood from her breast.
Raising himself, he gazes down at the darkening bruises and bloody wound left by his teeth upon her battered body. He avoids looking at her face, lost in his own returning senses he cannot yet feel her reaction, but he knows from all too bitter experience what will be coming next. He just hopes he hasn’t injured his truemate too badly. Even in his controlled throws of passion, he had almost killed his last partner. That female had been unable to handle even part of his full size. He steels himself strengthening his inner shield against her expected look of loathing but still he asks with concern touching the seeping scarlet imprint of his teeth on her breast, "Did it hurt much when I marked you as mine?”
He has only a vaguest idea of what actually occurred while he was in the grip of the mating madness, the bonding imperative had fully controlled his actions. He faintly remembers her struggling against him during his first forceful entry and then everything goes completely blank except a strange lingering memory of satisfaction. Since all of his former partners had feared and refused him after only a single bout of his berserker method of lovemaking, he fully expects the same from her. He steels himself for the look of fear on her face and her inevitable rejection of him.
But instead for pushing him away, she pulls him closer and smiles softly up at him.
He is amazed by her totally unexpected demeanor, the light of love still shines from her glorious blue eyes! Miraculously she shows no sign of either loathing or rejection. Instead she gently gazes at his face and her lips curve upwards in a soft smile, she strokes his cheek as she answers tenderly, "I barely felt it when it happened, and it doesn't hurt that much now either,” as she brushes her other hand absently across the scarlet bite mark, then clasps his fingers.
She senses that for some reason he still desperately needs reassurance from her, so she finishes. “After all you are my Prince." Reaching up her arms to encircle his neck, she lifts her lips to his., whispering ,“And you’ll never have to be lonely again, beloved.”
She pulls his face to hers and kisses him, she can taste her own blood's saltiness on his lips.
She draws it out slow and lingering, her tongue flickers across his lips probing until he parts them. Vegeta responds slowly, still in shock from her totally unexpected reaction. She slips her tongue into his mouth and twines it about his. Pulling him closer to her.
Their desires start to ignite once more, stirring their shared passions. She joyously opens herself to him, as he rises over her, murmuring, "My insatiable Saiyan Prince.....," then pulls him down to have him merge with her again.
Vegeta still hesitates, but she seems so eager for him, this has never happened to him before. Finally her kisses and caresses convince him, fully arousing him. He starts to enter her once more, and is surprised at the ease of his entry into her passage. But quickly assumes she is still loose from having been stretched during their first mating. Moving with the utmost care his slow gentle first thrust takes him almost halfway into her, which is not particularly unexpected, most females can usually accept that much of him into themselves.
But Bulma arches against him with a low cry, longing to sheath his magnificence fully once more. Her arms encircle him, her hands trace trails of fire across his back, as she strains towards him.
It startles him when she pushes her hips against him acting as if she wants even more of him. Taking him unaware so that his second thrust takes him deeper than he intended, easily slipping several more inches inside her.
She is now embracing nearly three/fourths of his shaft, and still she raises herself eagerly straining towards him. She’s making soft whimpering sounds of what almost seems to be frustration. Her cry turns to a mournful moan as he starts withdrawing, readying for another carefully controlled thrust.
He begins to move forward once more, trying to take care not to overwhelm her with his full size. As he carefully moves against her the third time, she frantically wraps her legs about his slim hips and using her strong leg muscles startles him by pulling him strongly to herself as she thrusts frantically against his loins and astonishes him completely when his full length slips easily into her soft recesses.
Her glad cry of, “AAAAHHHH!!” Fills his senses, as her nails dig deep into his back with her ecstasy. Her soft walls pulse warmly around him.
She has taken in his full erection! Not only easily but also joyfully.
Released from the constraint of worrying that he might hurt her, he begins to thrust more vigorously
. Their passions quickly intensify, facilitated by their bonding. Each can feel the sensations the other is experiencing, thus enhancing their knowledge of what movements create the most pleasure for their partner.
Her silken folds are now clasping softly about his shaft caressing its full length with each completed onslaught. The sensual tickle of their hairs repeatedly mingling and parting is a single shared joy. He can feel the lips of her moist inner mouth press firmly against his sensitive tip at each completion in sensual hidden kisses. Her heated walls surround him from crown to base and their continual pulses stimulate him. Since no one had ever been able to completely enfold his manhood, he had never experienced such intense sensations along his full length before now.
Their bodies begin to move in a slow rocking motion. She is flexing her hips to match his thrusts, along with alternately tightening and relaxing her inner chamber’s muscles. He is in concert with her, matching her movements, with short swift thrusts of his own, reveling fully in her enfolding center.
The suctioning kisses of her inner lips and the velvet caress of her pulsing walls are driving him wild. He quickens his thrusts further and she intensifies her responses to match his.
She can feel him swelling up even larger inside of her, as he comes closer to the moment of his release.
Each thrust causes the pulsing waves of sensation to rise and crest within her, he can sense each cresting end with an increasingly stronger explosion of her pleasure, that courses through them both. She can feel the building pressure of his essence inside of him, rising up within his growing shaft as he nears the point of its ejection. Their movements become more and more frantic, both striving for the summit of their matched ecstasy, until they join a single joyous triumphant cry of their shared orgasmic completion.
They collapse in a contented kiss of fulfillment, panting heavily.
Murmuring each other’s names and happily wrapped in each other’s arms, still united physically and psychically, they drift towards sleep.
Far away, in other world, King Kai finally responds, softly, to Bulma’s earlier thought. “’I told you nothing bad would happen.’” She only half hears his belated reply in the deepest depths of her mind, but a smile hints across both her and her lover’s bruised lips.
King Kai nods at the aura of contentment that emanates from the newly mated couple. “I think I’m a pretty good matchmaker even if I do say so myself.” He chuckles happily.
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