LIGHT MY FIRE
by THE DOORS
You know that it would be untrue;
You know that I would be a liar;
If I were to say to you;
Girl we couldn’t get much higher;
Come baby light my fire,
Come on baby light my fire,
Try to set the night on FIRE!!!
The time to hesitate is through,
No time to wallow in the mire,
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre,
Come on baby light my fire,
Come on baby light my fire,
Try to set the night on FIRE!!!!!!!!!!!
You know that it would be untrue;
You know that I would be a liar;
If I were to say to you;
Girl we couldn’t get much higher;
Come baby light my fire,
Come on baby light my FIRE!
Let’s try to set the night on FIRE!
Let’s try to set the night on FIRE!
Let’s try to set the night on FIRE!
Let’s try to set the night on FIRE!!!!!!!!!!
Vegeta and Krillian race back to the island and Krillian’s overjoyed to discover Trunks still alive and in one piece. They land rejoining Trunks on the deserted battlefield. The youth quickly explains Cell’s challenge.
‘Curse that thing, it’s toying with us.’ Vegeta frowns in anger. ‘Just the way Frieza used to do.’
“A tournament but who’d want to enter a thing like that?” Says Krillian, “Not even you Saiyans would stand a chance.”
“Maybe not now, but if I go back and train in the hyperbolic chamber again when Goku comes out, I might.” Answers Trunks, “I have to at least try.”
Bulma is frantic, she starts screaming at Tien and Piccolo, “Don’t just stand there do something! Go save my baby!”
“It’s alright Cell’s left.” Says Piccolo, in puzzlement. Although now telepathically awakened he had still been unable to sense Cell’s thoughts. Just as Kami had been unable to pinpoint the original source of the disturbance he had feel when Cell first arrived. The creature must have some sort of mental shielding.
“Really!” Sighs Bulma with a mother’s relief.
“Bu.. why?” Questions the more battle perceptive Tien.
“Looks like I will have to take a turn training in the Room Of Spirit and Time.” Says Piccolo heavily.
Vegeta balls up his fist and glares at his son, “We won’t need either you or Kakarot. I only need to go in the room one more time. Cell will regret letting me survive.”
A voice comes from behind them, “I too will fight Cell. If someone will take me to Capsule Corp for repairs.” A wobbly 16 steps forward, “I will do what ever I can to stop Cell.”
Trunks goes immediately on guard, “Do you think we want your help? You’re just another of Dr. Gero's androids!”
Krillian gets a stubborn look, “Sure I’ll help you get there 16.”
“KRILLIAN?!” Exclaims the youth.
The little monk glances over at Trunks, “Don’t worry I don’t think such he’s a bad guy and the other two, the androids that Cell absorbed, they weren’t that bad either.” He shrugs, “Besides even you said they weren’t like to the ones in your future. And right now I really think we need all the help we can get!”
With that parting remark the little monk hoists the huge android over his shoulder and departs heading for Capsule.
Trunks and Vegeta return to Kami’s. Once at the palace they inform the others about Cell’s challenge. Telling them of the creature proposed martial arts championship in ten days time. Since it has only been a couple of hours since Goku and Gohan entered the chamber they realize that it will be almost a full day until they come out and someone else can go in. The Saiyan Prince sulks, at first refusing to even leave to return to Capsule.
But Bulma has other plans. So she deviously suggests that instead of just sitting around wasting training time, he and Trunks could both come back to Capsule with her and use the gravity room until they’re able to reenter the chamber.
Vegeta sees her point and agrees albeit reluctantly, but instead of waiting to ride with her, he takes off. At first, Mirai Trunks demurs, saying he’ll just stay at the lookout, but Bulma finally persuades the youth to come along with her anyway. Insisting it’s only right since Capsule, after all, his home too. He’s unable to disagree with her about that. So he finally gives in and agrees to fly back in the jet with her.
The blue haired beauty quickly reclaims her smaller son and the three head home. With Mirai Trunks cradling the younger version of himself as his mother pilots the plane.
On the trip back Bulma insists that he should start call her mom. In the face of Bulma’s stubborn insistence the deferential youth finally agrees to do so.
As they get near to Capsule and start to fly over West City, Trunks eyes widen at the city’s extent and beauty. He had grown up in only the ruins of the once thriving metropolis.
“Nice view, huh?” Asks Bulma seeing the look on his face.
“It’s incredible! I never knew West City had been so big!” Says the youth, “In my timeline the androids had torn the city apart in retribution, right after they killed dad.”
Bulma’s face turns grim, “Well it won’t happen this time around! We’ve still got your father, along with Goku, Gohan and you, that should be more than enough Saiyans around to stop Cell!”
Once they arrive at Capsule they discover that Vegeta had already arrived. But in his usual single-mindedness and without one word of explanation to her parents, he had gone straight into the gravity room and started training intensively again.
Krillian and come and gone before Vegeta had returned without much explanation either. Just dropping 16 off with a hurried request that Bulma's father repair it.
Bulma sighs in exasperation and glances in the direction of the chamber where her mate is closeted. Her parents are intrigued by the young stranger accompanying their daughter and when she introduces adult Trunks, the two older Briefs looks at the boy in complete amazement. Trunks and Bulma give a quick edited explanation of his first trip to the past to her parents and then a run-down of what has happened since.
Mrs. Briefs recovers her equanimity first and takes charge. “Well, I think it’s just wonderful that you’re here Trunks.”
Professor Briefs is still slightly perplexed. “Hurrumph. A time machine you say? How interesting and your mother built it. I wonder kitty...,” he scratches his head as he wanders off towards his lab, torn between this new concept and fixed the fascinating android.
Mrs. Briefs just smiles indulgently after her husband and then turns to Trunks saying, “Do you know just how much you resemble your father?” She beams at her adult grandson, “And I just bet you’ve inherited his appetite too! I’ve got some fresh baked cookies.” The youth nods sheepishly and blushes, “I could eat something, it’s been a while.” Bulma’s mother takes him by the arm and starts to lead him towards the kitchen.
Bulma stops them, “Mom let me get him settled in first, that way you can fix him something a little more substantial than just cookies.”
Her mother nods, “Of course, dear. Why didn’t I think of that,” then she gushes, “he’s still a growing boy!”
“What room do you usually use?” Asks Bulma as she leads him towards her tower.
“Actually, we’ve been living in the basement. The main dome and both towers were destroyed right after father’s death, it was safer for us to stay underground.” He tells her.
“Well for now, how about you take one of the guest apartments on the floor below your father’s and mine?” Trunks nods in agreement.
She leads him to Vegeta’s original room.
“There’s still some of your dad’s clothes in there,” she points at the closet, “if you want to change into something a little more casual.” He smiles shyly and nods.
Once she certain he’s settled in, she returns downstairs.
Bulma gives baby Trunks over to his grandmother‘s care. “Mom, I think the baby needs to be fed too, can you manage with both boys?”
Mrs. Briefs smiles, “Of course dear, but what about Vegeta?”
Bulma gets a determined look in her eye, “I’ll take care to him, myself!” Her mother nods adding a smile of understanding. Bulma starts to prepare herself for the coming confrontation with her stubborn mate.
She’s decided that she’s had enough of this separation, she’s going to be with Vegeta now, tonight! She’s missed him desperately these last few months and she senses than he needs her touch even more than she needs his. Besides if the unthinkable happens it could be her last chance to be with him.
But she knows she has to plan this carefully. Vegeta can be extremely stubborn at times almost as stubborn as she herself is. So the first thing she does is to prepare a huge dinner. She’s been sensing his hunger pangs for some time now anyway. Then encapsulates her careful preparations, the capsule’s stasis field will keep everything perfect until she’s ready.
She goes upstairs to change, determined to make this work. She’s not going to sleep alone any longer.
She smiles with certainty.
If the deferential Trunks is even admitting that he’s hungry, then Vegeta must be practically starving by now! She knows he’s expended even more energy than the boy had during his back to back battles with Cell.
Vegeta had once explained to her that the main reason Saiyan appetites were so large, was because of their tremendous energy output during battle. So she knows he must be ravenous, but when Vegeta is training he tends to ignore his hunger. It’s a hold over habit from his half-starved underfed childhood with Frieza. But Bulma had discovered very early, even before they had started their relationship, that when food was presented Vegeta would stop and take time out to eat. So the meal she’s prepared for him will be her passport into the gravity chamber.
Otherwise he probably wouldn’t even allow her inside the door. From his actions when he returned it’s obvious that he’s still determined to remain apart from her. She knows how pigheaded her mate can be when he’s made up his mind about something. But she had found out quickly that food was only one way to get past Vegeta’s determination, her mate has other weaknesses too and she knows them all. She smiles to herself remembering their first private dinner. She intends that tonight’s meal will end in a very similar manner, she’s even wearing the same thing she wore that night with some small additions.
Vegeta is dodging full-power energy blasts, when the holo-screen appears in midair in front of him. He is startled out of his concentration, but still manages to deflect the last blast and then glares at Bulma’s face. “What do you want woman, I’m busy training!”
She stares at him for a moment in awe. This is the first really good close look she’s gotten of him as a Super Saiyan, let alone an ascended one. Sure she'd seen both Goku and Trunks as Super Saiyan but this is different they hadn't been the man she loves.
The ambient golden glow Vegeta's emitting and his changed coloring takes her breath away, he’s so incredibly beautiful! There’s no other way to describe him. She had once thought he looked like a young god of war, but now he’s turned celestial, a sun god arrayed in all of his full shining glory! She’s entranced by the sight of him.
She blinks and shakes herself free of her magnetic fascination for her transformed husband. She needs to keep her mind firmly on her goal. She will have to handle her Prince just right or this won’t work.
She glares out of the screen at him, “Vegeta, you need to rest or at least stop long enough to eat. I know you’re hungry, so I’ve brought you some food.”
Vegeta pauses, powering down as he suddenly realizes how famished he actually is. “All right then send it in.”
He lands and lowers the gravity to earth normal so the door can be opened. Bulma enters, seemly empty handed.
She’s so lovely it tugs at him weakening his determination to stay away from her. The blue dress swirls softly around her slender form, tempting him, eroding his resolve.
He wants so badly to hold her, to bury his face in her silken hair and never let her go. But he stonily resists the temptation. He looks at her crossly, “I thought you said you had food.”
She smiles at him, “I do.” She pulls out a capsule, pushes down the release button and tosses it onto the floor between them. A elegantly set table, wine bucket and serving trolley materialize, the table centerpiece is a candelabra twined with tiny orchids, recalling their island gazebo, perfect for a romantic dinner for the two of them.
Vegeta stares at it then watches her, as she gracefully bends forward to light the candles. The pale skin of her décolleté glows seductively as the flames flicker alight. Suddenly he notices that she is wearing the same chiffon dress she wore the night they bonded.
“What do you think you’re up to Bulma!” He growls angrily backing away. She’s planned this, he knows it! Blasted woman with her damned traps, she knows too well how to manipulate him.
“I think you know exactly what I’m up to.” She moves closer to him.
He steps back from her warily.
“I can’t take this separation anymore. It’s not working.” She moves closer, extending a hand towards him.
He levitates out of her reach and glares down.
She stares up at him her hand opens, her face pleading, “Will you please come down here?!”
“Why are you doing this Bulma? Don’t you understand how hard this is for me as it is!?” He’s almost shouting at her.
Bulma drops her hand and looks down in dejection, “I do! I know exactly how you’re feeling Vegeta! That’s the whole damn problem! The separation isn’t working out the way we thought it would.” She looks up at him and he sees the tears in her eyes, “I can still feel everything that happens to you!”
In shock, he slowly descends, “Wh.., What are you talking about. I know the l inkage has weakened, I can sense it.”
She nods in agreement, “The link has weakened, but the strength of our bond hasn’t decreased! I can still feel all your pain and all your emotions.”
“But I don’t sense yours!” He protests vehemently.
“Actually I think you still are, it’s just being smothered by your anger and frustration.” She looks at him earnestly, “I can feel your rage, it’s so intense, it’s completely overwhelming everything else. Your fury is so all encompassing that it’s most likely suppressing your half of the bond.”
Vegeta pauses then stares at her with an unfocused gaze as he explores within himself. Searching to discover if what she’s suggesting is true. It’s extremely hard for him to push aside the rage he feels towards Cell, himself, and the anger over his failure to defeat the monster. But slowly he manages it and suddenly perceives that he can indeed still touch her emotions. They’re just deep within him, her connection to him had been buried within his heart, defensively shielded away along with everything else he holds precious. Her worry and concern colored by anxiety for his safety, are wrapped inside him, with all of her longing and love for him.
His eyes snap back into focus, he trembles with angry frustration, “I wanted to shield you, protect you from my pain!” He shouts as he stalks over to the console and pounds on it with his fist, denting the metal.
Bulma rushes over and grabs his arm, stopping him from inflicting any more damage on the abused control panel.
He looks down at her hands on his arm, clenching and unclenching his fists. Her touch releases the last of his emotional restraints.
She can feel it as he turns his anger back on himself!
“I don’t deserve you, I’m as much as a monster as Cell!” Shouts the Prince. “I can’t even tell we when I’m hurting you!”
He jerks his arm free of her in self devouring fury.
“Stop it!” She cries. “Stop it Vegeta! Don’t blame yourself, it’s not your fault!”
He turns his burning gaze on her. “How can I not, it is my fault! We didn’t have to be apart! I thought it was working, but it was only because I was so consumed by my own anger and fury. I thought the bond had weakened just like the linkage. But it was really just my arrogance blocking you. I did this to us for nothing!” He turns away disgusted wanting to punish himself for hurting her.
But she doesn’t let him, before he can move away she wraps her arms about him from behind, she leans against him pressing her cheek gently against him.
The warmth of her soft sigh caresses the back of his neck. Her very breath holds a balm of peace for him, it starts to dissolve the sharp edges of his rage, reassuring him of her unshakable devotion.
She whispers softly, “It wasn’t for nothing love. The pain echoes were definitely weaker, the only time it really was bad was when your arms were broken.”
He turns to stare at her in consternation, “You felt that too!”
“Yes but the pain didn’t last very long.” She smiles at him ruefully, “It stopped hurting when you passed out.”
He lifts his hand to cup her cheek, “I wanted to spare you, shield you from my pain, but I failed.” Then he drops it in dejection, “It was all a useless waste.”
“No it wasn’t, love.” She gazes into his dark eyes, “You did succeed in one way.” She snuggles closer putting her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes in contentment, “It proved just how much you really care for both me and Trunks even if you can‘t say it.”
Starting to be consoled by her longed for touch, his arms come up about her and pull her tightly to his chest. His anger is swiftly evaporating in the warm glow of her love.
As she senses the last of his fury melt away, Bulma opens her eyes and smiles into her Prince’s ebony ones, “Oh! Vegeta I’ve missed you so much. I’ve ached for you.”
“And I have missed you, my consort.” His lips meet hers and they share a passionate kiss. Long, slow, and intense, mouths opening with desire, tongues flicker tasting lips, then probe teasingly playing tag as they explore each other’s mouths. A warmth begins to grow deep within each of them. Even this small intimacy helps ease some of the lingering pain of their long separation. Her arms tighten about his neck, her fingers play lovingly through the strands of the thick hair at the back of his neck, as he clutches her tightly to him.
Suddenly his stomach growls in protest. The smell of the food she had brought has filled the chamber and finally registered fully on his senses.
Breathless Bulma pulls back, then looks down at the noisy culprit laughing, she pokes his stomach, “We better feed that beast, before we start anything else.” She wrinkles her nose in amusement, “I don’t want any distractions later. I want your full undivided attention!”
He reluctantly releases her but smiles in anticipation, as she quickly bustles about filling their plates. He moves to the table, takes off his gloves and sits down looking at the food and notices she’d brought all of his favorites.
“Woman, you know me too well!” He growls up at her affectionately as she places the loaded plate in front of him.
She grins down at him impishly and says archly, “I want you strong enough to take care of anything.”
“Anything?” He asks eyeing her.
“You heard me.” She puts her hands on her hips and tries to look regal and imperious but her blue eyes sparkle with mischief. “You told me I was your Queen.” Then smiles teasingly at him, “If that’s true you’re going to need all your strength to serve me.”
“I’ll service you alright, woman!” He smirks at her with a leer and then starts eating. His eyes continue to gleam predatorily at her.
Bulma just smiles, her plan worked out perfectly. She’s managed to reclaim her mate utilizing both of his appetites.
She eats a little bit but mostly sips at the wine she’d brought for herself, as she watches Vegeta consume everything in sight. He had never acquired a taste for it, even though she’d always had a single glass with dinner. It tended to help her relax after a hard day of work.
Once he finishes, she rises and comes over to him. He grabs her and pulls her down into his lap. Her soft body falls yieldingly into his strong embrace. She curls into him trustingly, cuddling close as her head comes to rest on his shoulder.
“Do you think you’re ready for your dessert?” She asks looking coyly into his dark eyes.
They glimmer as he answers her, “Maybe! If it’s a delectable earthling.” His left hand starts to slide down the inner curve of her thigh. He uses his right hand grasp her shoulder as he lifts her head to his. His lips crush avidly against hers, he may not drink wine but he does relish the lingering tart fruitiness of it on her lips.
She returns his kiss with equal ardor nipping at his lips playfully as she wiggles in response to his caressing hand, opening her legs slightly. Her tongue darts into his mouth then withdraws, his tongue pursues hers to it’s refuge. She nips his delicately before pulling her mouth from his to bury her face against his strong neck. Kissing, and lightly biting she travels up the length until she reaches her favored goal, his ear which she avidly starts nibbling.
His left hand explores further, he’s surprised but pleased to discover she had refrained from wearing panties again. He runs his fingertips across the sensitive crevice where her thigh meets her body, she flings back her head is reaction and sighs softly.
He grins in response. He’ll show her who’s really wields the scepter in this family. He knows that she had planned this delectable trap, and once freed of his anger he had eagerly fallen into it. But now she’ll have to pay the price for daring to manipulate the Prince of the Saiyans.
His face descends to her throat then down to the upper curves of her breasts as his fingers explore further under her dress. Discovering the soft flower of her femininity, he begins to tease at the silken petals until he feels them radiating the heat of her arousal. She quivers as they start to swell in response to growing her desires, parting to reveal the hidden entrance to her opening. He finds her pleasure nub and flicks at it with his thumb nail teasing it into life.
Once more open to her sensations, he too experiences the sensual pleasure of her responses.
She squirms at his touch, her legs tighten reflexively under his ministrations, softly moaning his name.
He continues the tantalizing massage of her womanhood and his fingers quickly grow moist from her secretions. He pauses to grin down at his now helpless mate, pulling out his hand he licks his fingers with relish as she watches, he murmurs softly, “You are indeed a delectable female.”
Her soft body trembles helplessly with her ignited passions and growing need. Returning to his game, he slips his fingers into her heated channel.
Bulma arches in response to his penetration, exhaling sharply in pleasure.
One hand is still tangled in his hair, he feels the tug as her hand clenches reflexively.
Bulma releases her grip and then spasmodically clutches again digging her nails into the back of his neck when another wave of sensation overwhelms her. Reaching for his chest with her other hand, her nails scrabble against his armor in vain.
She cries almost breathless, “Hey! Stop it!” with futile frustration, “Not fair!”
He grins down at her evilly, “I’ve never been fair, you know that.”
She manages to glare at him through her spasms of pleasure, sobbing, “But I can’t touch you!”
He smirks, “I don’t mind.” Then resumes nipping at her neck and exposed cleavage as he continues to toy with her sensitive flesh. He increases his efforts and she writhes in response to his hand’s penetrations, pleasure coursing through her body, and echoing in his.
She can feel him mounding under her.
Bulma defeated gives over to the wracking sensations of the toll of pleasure her mate is extracting from her.
Vegeta has Bulma exactly where he wants her. He plays with her unmercifully, his half of their bond makes it simple for him to draw her to the fullness of each sensation. Everything he is doing to her he is also doing to himself vicariously. He is feeling everything as she is, each delicious tremor shakes him as much as it does her.
One-handed he brings her to her first climax, but he withholds his own. Determined to prolong their pleasure as long a physically possible. For her it has only been a couple of months, but for him it’s been more than a year. He intends to make up for all the nights that he’s missed being with her. He removes his hand from beneath the skirt long enough to rip open her dress. The soft fabric falls open like a tattered blossom with her sweet body at it center.
Underneath he finds the pink and black corset. He smiles, his mate does know his tastes well. He increases her tender torture. His fingers return to tickling about inside her sensitive cavern. His teeth pull at the corset’s ribbon, untying it with a single sharp tug. He buries his face in the valley of her breasts, breathing in her intoxicating scent. Grasping her tightly, he limits her motions as he roots between her soft mountains nudging aside the silk and lace until the peaks of her breasts are fully exposed. Her breasts are full and round, still enlarged from nursing. He suckles, tasting the milk that nourished their son. The delicious fluid stimulates him further and he nips at her hardened nipples, his eyes riveted on her face.
Bulma squirms as he suckles, the touch of his lips send tremoring tingles straight to her core. She can feel his body reacting to hers as well. Vegeta is just as aroused as she is, but he is controlling himself. She soon realizes he’s drawing out her pleasurable torments to increase his own.
As she pants heavily after another orgasm, he pulls his hand from between her legs and slips his wet fingers into her open mouth, so she can taste her own juices. Then he licks what’s left before reinserting them into her opening again. She bucks in response, thrusting against his hand.
He claims her mouth in a salty sweet kiss as he continues his delicious manipulations of her body. He draws out her exquisite torture making her come several more times, barely giving her a respite to catch her breath between each eruption of pleasure. Her moans of tormented desire echo in the chamber. Her flesh is slick with sweat. His own ardor is increasing with each of her vicariously shared explosions.
He finally relents when his own arousal starts to become too painfully confined by his battle dress. But he only pauses long enough to reach down and open his pants. His erection springs free and he slides her around until he can enter her dripping cavern. She’s still helplessly gripped by her passions and climaxes once more as he enters her.
Bulma’s eyes widen as he finally gives her what she’s been aching for, her limp form begins to react as he thrusts eagerly into her. She sates her erotic hunger eagerly and begins to recover a little of her own control.
He quickly erupts within her, but still manages to control his ejaculation enough to withhold most of the precious essence. He’s not quite done with her just yet.
Vegeta leans back and smirks at her flushed face allowing her to recover. Once she’s able to breath regularly again he releases his grip on her, letting her get up. He starts to fumble with his cuirass, seeing this she comes over to help him remove it.
As she tugs the chest armor over his head, she glares down at him. “You’re a beast Vegeta, you know that! It wasn’t very nice of you to keep all the fun for yourself.”
He grins at her, “It certainly sounded like you were enjoying it.”
“You know what I mean.” She says trying to sound cross but failing.
He grabs at her, “Maybe we should try it again.”
“No you don’t.” She slips free of his grasp. Then heads for the stairwell that leads to the storage and repair area below.
“Just where to you think you’re going.” Suddenly he’s in front of her arms outstretched. “I’m not finished with you!” He glares at her with lascivious amusement.
She darts under his raised arm and past him. “I know I’m not!” She retorts teasingly then grins back at him. “But I’d like to be a little more comfortable.” She stops at the top of the stairs. “I had a bed brought down here while you were gone.” She blushes a little, and confesses, “I slept in here sometimes when I really got lonely for you, it helped a little.”
He follows her down and finds one side has been converted into a small bedroom, it’s even equipped with a cradle for the baby.
She has tossed the cuirass on a nearby chair. She comes over and pulls off his undershirt then with an unexpected push, propels him towards the bed. It’s edge impacts him behind the knees and he sits down abruptly.
She stops in front of him. “Now it’s your turn.” Her eyes glint with mischief.
Suddenly she’s on her knees spreading apart his thighs, she reaches over grasps his semi-limp manhood. Her touch is as magical as a genie’s, causing a tumescent engorgement once more.
She licks her lips then grasps his rising member as he grins down at her. She announces with relish, “Now it’s time for my dessert, Saiyan cream!” Her blue eyes dancing as she gazes up into his.
Slipping her mouth over his sensitive tip, as she begins to massage the long thick rod. It grows larger with each gentle teasing stroke of her hands. Vegeta lies back and gives over to his own pleasurable sensations as she had done earlier. His fingers claw into the coverlet as Bulma’s soft fingers draw increasing heat into his groin. One of her hands cups the soft treasure beneath and gently palpates it, increasing the exquisite rising pressures. He can feel her fires igniting once more, the sensual warmth suffuses them both. Their sensations and emotions are now fully entwined, they luxuriate in the ecstasies of their renewed bond.
She continues, and feels the climactic tide of pressure from his rising seed as he does. Vegeta struggles to restrain himself as long as possible, prolonging their growing ecstasy . But relentlessly the pressure increases as his essence continues mounting in sweet tormentingly tiny spurts, ever upwards within his growing scepter until as last, his luscious cream begins to spurt into her mouth. She steals one delicious swallow, then licking her lips, swiftly mounts the now mighty tree that has risen from his loins.
As her velvet flesh engulfs him, his hands reach up with a swift pull he rips the rest of the ribbon free, and the corset falls open, he captures her breasts as she pumps her body against his. Their passions intensify even more, his thrusts meeting hers, as his fingers dig into her succulent orbs.
She responds in kind, to the painful pleasure of his strong hands kneading her flesh, her clawing nails rake exquisite paths of flame across his bared chest. Their joy is doubled, then multiplies again and yet again. They experience each other’s full tactile experiences once more. An endless feedback circle of shared sensation that renews both their spiritual and physical bond with each penetration.
Suddenly as their passions release all of his constraints a golden glow appears, enveloping them both. His ki flame flickers to life engulfing their joined bodies, his hair flashes from black to golden while her aqua strands whip about wildly in the rising spiritual energies. His black eyes gleam as they change into glowing emeralds through lashes lowered in the strongest throws of sensual pleasure he has ever known.
Vegeta’s body size increases suddenly as he turns Super Saiyan beneath her. Bulma screams with astonished rapture as he expands within her, stretching and filling her more fully than ever before as they finally reach their conjoined culmination. Both bond mates are triumphant in his ascension during their sexual completion.
Satiated and drained she collapses across his glowing body.
His arms enfold her as he slowly powers back down.
At first her collapse causes him concern, until he senses it’s only from sheer physical exhaustion. Between her earlier multiple climaxes and then his unexpected transformation during this coitus she is completely worn out.
His mate is simply unbelievable, she has even taken his enhanced Super Saiyan form and increased size with out injury or pain. Just as easily as she had accepted him the first time. Bulma’s capacity to satisfy him completely still amazes Vegeta.
With a soft sigh she opens her eyes to his gaze. She murmurs in weary happiness, “That was fantastic, you are truly the Prince of all Saiyans.” Her loving smile warms his soul and once more she has melted the icy shield of anger around his heart. Her eyes droop closed again.
He slips out from beneath her, feeling his movement she puts out her hand to restrain him as he sits on the edge of the bed. “Don’t go back up yet, you still need to rest, love.”
He looks back at her concerned face then nods. He sheds his boots and pants then rejoins her in the bed, she nestles softly against his chest with a murmur of contentment.
They fall asleep in each other’s arms.
Trunks had been surprised when he came down after changing. Bulma was nowhere in sight and neither was Vegeta. Instead, Mrs. Brief’s who insisted that he call her Nana was busy feeding the baby. There was large meal spread out on the table. Professor Briefs was already eating. “Sit down Trunks. Dig in boy, you’re probably starved. Your grandmother is a fantastic cook!”
Trunks smiles, “Yes I know, she taught mom.”
“That’s right you’d know that already wouldn’t you.” His grandfather chuckles, “It’s hard to believe you and that little tyke,” he beams at the child in the highchair, “are one and the same.”
“Well sir, we are and we aren’t.” Says Trunks as he sits down and starts helping himself to the food. “This timeline is already vastly different than mine.”
“I think I understand, when you came back three years ago you split the time stream. That interference created a second timeline.”
“Yes, I think so and now it seems that there’s at least a third split and possibly even a fourth. It seems that Cell is from some further future too, he claims it’s mine, but there‘s some inconsistencies.” Says the youth between mouthfuls.
“Interesting.” His grandfather gets an unfocused look in his eyes. “I wonder if there’s some way we could view these alternate realities.” He starts muttering under his breath, as his eyes glaze over and an unfocused look appears.
Trunks glances at the older man.
His grandmother looks up from feeding the baby, “Now you’ve done it. He’s thinking about a new invention.” She chuckles, “He won’t be talking to anyone but himself and that cat now until he figures out whether he can do it or not.”
“Sorry about that.” Trunks looks down sheepishly.
“Don’t worry about it, dear.” His grandmother reassures him, “I’m used to it!”
“So am I, Mom’s the same way.” Trunks looks at his grandmother inquiringly, “By the way where is she? I thought she’d be here, too”
His grandmother glances towards the gravity chamber, with an odd smile. “Your mother was concerned about Vegeta, so she decided to take something out to him too.”
A few hours later Bulma wakes to find Vegeta smirking at her in satisfaction. “Well my Queen did I service you properly?”
Bulma answers regally, “Very well indeed my Prince.” Then at peers at her arm, it’s tinged slightly pink, she rubs at it, “But I almost feel like I’m sunburned.”
He props himself up on his elbow to regard her flushed flesh, “That’s an aftereffect of the ki power surge. Once your body grows used to the spirit flames it won’t happen anymore.” He compares his slightly darker arm to hers. “You’ll develop a permanent tan.”
She glances at him with a gleam in her eye, “Are you trying to tell me that you’re going to be transforming every time we make love now?”
“No, not every time or ever again if you don’t want me too.” He tells her softly. “I really didn’t expect it, when it happened it surprised me too.”
“Well!” Her eyes glow with the remembered triumph of their ecstasy that followed his unexpected ascension, “It was certainly exhilarating, but it was just a little bit too strenuous to do it all the time.”
“I didn’t think so!” He grins at her.
She tries to look cross, “You enjoyed tormenting me!”
He pulls her towards him, “You didn’t seem to mind much at the time.”
Her body presses against his as she glares, threatening him with a grin, “You were keeping me kinda busy, I could barely breath let alone protest. If you ever do that to me again, I’ll find a way get even!”
He smirks at her, “Is that a promise?”
She startles him, by reaching around and grasping the stump of his tail, “Yes!”
In response his manhood leaps into a full erection. He gasps in reaction.
She pushes him back down and covers his body with hers, parting her legs she captures it then with her free hand she guides him into her quivering opening. As she engulfs his tumescence she crows with glee, “See, I can get to you too!” Her blue eyes sparkle down at his.
Recovering, he rolls over on top of her. Then smirks once more, “I see, but a surprise attack doesn’t always mean a victory.”
She wraps her arms about his neck and smirks at him, “I don’t need a victory, just cooperation.” Her lips meet his.
This time their passion is swiftly fulfilled. After finishing she regards him through lowered lashes. Then grins as she senses his stomach starting to burble.
“You’re hungry again!?” She teases in exasperation.
He answers, “It takes a lot of energy to satisfy you woman!”
She gets up, “Alright, I’ll feed you, but you’ll have to fly me up to the apartment first for some clothing, you completely destroyed my dress! I certainly can’t walk around in just that.” She waves at her discarded corset. He grins and picks up his shirt tossing it to her, “Then wear this, you’re always taking them anyway.” Referring to the cherished BADMAN shirt that she so often sleeps in.
She slips it over her head, it barely covers her and doesn’t conceal much of anything. “I will but you still have to fly me upstairs. If the other Trunks caught sight of me dressed this way he’d probably die of embarrassment.”
She stops stricken, they both suddenly recall the danger that still faces them all, Cell and his tournament challenge.
He takes her in his arms, “Don’t worry, I’ll destroy that monster. I will not allow myself to be parted from you again!”
“Promise.” Her eyes search his.
“Yes, my consort.” He answers with firm conviction, then his eyes narrow as he thinks of his young warrior son from the future, and how Cell had claimed to have killed him before taking his time machine and returning to the past. “As I will punish anyone who ever harms any member of my family.”
She clings to him, “Just don’t get yourself killed in the process.”
He gives her a confident smile. “The only one that will die is Cell!”
Vegeta’s stomach rumbles. Bulma smiles a bit sadly. “If I don’t feed you it sounds like your stomach will kill me.”
They head up stairs and peek out the door. No one is visible so Vegeta sweeps her up in his arms and they fly up to the their apartment’s balcony.
Trunks has just awoke, he goes over to the bay window to look at out at the Capsule Corporation grounds. This is the first time he’s really seen it in an undamaged state. The sight is certainly impressive.
Shortly after his father’s death the androids had come and wreaked havoc on the plant complex in revenge. They had even killed Professor Briefs and his wife during the carnage. So Trunks had grown up in the ruins with just his mother. He had kinda doubted her glowing descriptions of her home, but now he can see that she hadn’t been exaggerating at all.
He wonders what it would have been like to grow up in such luxury. With both a father, a mother and grandparents. It’s something he’ll never really know for himself, but this interlude has made him appreciate what he’d missed. Seeing Nana and grandpa alive and happy makes him realize how hard it must have been for his mother raising him alone in the rubble left from happier times. Maybe, he can assure that this time stream’s Trunks will have everything he has missed. Just the knowledge that somewhere it did happen will be satisfying for both him and his mother.
The second time he’d seen his parents together, he had been concerned over the evident hostility and coolness between them. And the more they spoke the worst it had gotten. He had thought that if that was the way his father had treated his mother maybe it had been for the best when he was killed by the androids in his world. Whenever the two were together, Vegeta’s rage seemed to intensify, he acted so cold and unfeeling towards Bulma and his child, anger burning brightly in his eyes. Then she’d start getting mad and snipe right back at him. It was almost as if one’s anger was feeding the other’s. They acted as if they almost hated each other.
But then during the year Trunks spent alone with his father, he had come to a different conclusion. Vegeta did care for them, very deeply. He had given the youth the impression that he was even willing to risk his own life protecting this world only for the sake of both Bulma and his child.
So Trunks had expected something other that just more rage from the two of them when she had unexpectedly appeared at the lookout. He hadn’t understood what was causing the distance between them, because he knew that his father did care for her. And from the look in her eyes and the way she told him to take watch over Vegeta. It was apparent that she felt just a strongly about the Saiyan Prince.
Trunks is seriously thinking about confronting the both of them today. Now that he knows how much they really love each other. Something must be keeping them apart, maybe it’s just a silly misunderstanding. He can’t stand by idly and watch them both in such agony.
Trunks is still looking out the window as Vegeta flies past it carrying his mate up to their apartment.
Startled Trunks stares in amazement. Bulma is wearing Vegeta’s shirt and little else, while his father is dressed only in his pants. Trunks blushes a little at the sight. From their attire and way his father is cradling her gently in his arms, it’s suddenly obvious to him that Bulma and Vegeta had done more than just eat a meal together the night before. Their separation for whatever reason, is very obviously over.
Vegeta spots the adolescent boy from the future as he starts to fly upwards. His eyes meet those of Trunk’s, Bulma’s back is to the window and her face is buried in his shoulder. ‘Good let him see how much I cherish her. When he returns to his own time he’ll be able to tell his mother what he saw. It might be of some comfort to her.’ Vegeta turns his head and nuzzles Bulma’s ear, she pulls her face from his shoulder and he kisses her as they rise past the window.
The youth smiles, after time they’d spent together in the room at the lookout he’s finally beginning to understand his father a little more.
The Saiyan Prince is not the heartless monster that he appears to be. The stern gruff exterior of his is as much defensive, as offensive. Vegeta’s not demonstrative man but he does care deeply in his own strange alien way.
And from the way Bulma is cuddling close to return the kiss, Trunks is certain that she’s secure in Vegeta’s love.
Later Bulma encounters the older Trunks in the elevator as she heads down to start fixing a breakfast for Vegeta.
The boy blushes, “So what happened last night? Mrs.... I mean grandmother told me you were going to take something to father.”
“It turned out just fine.” She says with a dreamy smile.
“I take it you’ve reconciled then.” States the boy.
Bulma looks at him in startlement, “Reconciled? Why ever for, we haven’t had a fight or anything.”
“B.., but I thought that’s why you two were so mad at each other?” Stutters the youth in surprise.
Bulma smiles, “I can’t get mad at Vegeta. Oh, sure we’ll argue and stuff, but get mad? That’s practically impossible, it would be like getting mad at myself.”
“Then why did you both seem so angry whenever you were together?” He asks in perplexity.
Bulma looks at the young man, “Didn’t you mother ever explain the bond to you?”
“Bond? What bond?” He asks, as the elevator reaches the main floor.
Bulma stares at the boy in shock, then mumbles, “This is really something Vegeta should be telling you, but I guess I’ll have to try and do it.”
She leads him towards the main kitchen, “I hope I can explain it clearly.” Motioning for the boy to sit down. She pours out three bowls of cereal, two large and one smaller, setting one on a plate in front of Trunks.
As she starts fixing the rest of the breakfast she asks, “Didn’t your mother ever talk about herself and Vegeta?”
The seated boy shakes his head, “Only when I asked, and then she just said that he was amazing, that he could do incredible things but that he was a hard man to know and that even if he never actually said he cared for her, she knew he did.”
“Of course she’d known,” says Bulma. “That would have been because of the bonding. I can sense Vegeta all the time, he’s part of me and I’m part of him.”
The boy looks at her inquiringly.
She sigh in exasperation as she sets a couple of pitchers of juice on the table, “Vegeta really needs to be here, what’s taking that man so long!” She looks towards the elevator, then smiles.
The Saiyan Prince is coming towards them. He looks much more relaxed than Trunks has ever seen him.
As he takes a seat at the table, Bulma says, “Vegeta love, Trunks doesn’t know anything about the bonding.” She kisses his cheek as she places a brimming bowl of cereal and a plate filled with bacon in front of him. She returns to the stove and the dozen eggs she’s frying.
Vegeta frowns at her using that word again, but then looks over at the boy, “You don’t know about the bonding?” Then he growls, “Didn’t that woman tell anything about being Saiyan?”
Trunks defends his mother a little testily, “She was a little busy trying to keep us alive!”
“Easy Trunks.” says Bulma soothingly. She glares at Vegeta affectionately, “He’s not criticizing you’re mother, he’s just asking. Your father always sounds cranky when he’s hungry!” She grins impishly, adding “And he’s always hungry!”
Vegeta glares at his grinning truemate then turns to Trunks.
“Boy, this is something you really needed to know about. It’s vitally important that you understand what’s happening when it starts.” Vegeta says, “She should have told you all about this before you ever matured sexually.”
Bulma nods in agreement, but then adds, “Maybe she just assumed he understood, she did tell him that she knew how much her Vegeta cared for her.”
“That’s possible.” Offers Trunks. “She once said that she lost half of herself the moment dad died, she told me the only reason she didn’t die then was because she still had me. I thought she was just talking metaphorically.”
Bulma brings the eggs and coffee to the table, “She wasn’t. If something happens to Vegeta I’m affected physically as well as emotionally.”
She sits down, beside Vegeta, “The bond empathically links your father and me. I can feel everything he does, and it’s the same for him, we share all our emotions, every pain. When he was fighting with 18, I felt his arms break the moment it happened.” She rubs her left arm just below the shoulder, and with a grin at Vegeta adds, “They’re still achy aren’t they, love.”
Vegeta scowls still irritated by her fond pet name, but he’s grown used to it, and at least she confines it to inside the family. He grunts an affirmative around a mouthful of eggs, swallows and adds, “What Bulma is saying is true, but what you really need to know is how the bonding happens and why.”
“You tell him, the pancakes are about ready to be flipped.” Bulma gets up and goes back to the stove.
Vegeta takes another helping of eggs. “The bonding is how a Saiyan finds their truemate. You are attracted to girls aren’t you?”
The youth flushes, “Yeah!”
“Good, just checking. There’d be nothing wrong if you weren’t. I’ve known several odd pairings, and not just same sex.”
“Well I like human girls.” Trunks insists.
“You haven’t committed to anyone have you?”
“No I haven’t had the time.”
“Alright then. There’s no reason you can’t enjoy them but don’t initiate a permanent relationship.” Says Vegeta, “The bonding instinct will eventually lead you to your perfect genetic match. The link to your truemate exists already. It just hasn’t been activated.”
Bulma returns to the table with a second plate filled with pancakes and more eggs, “I didn’t know that part of it. You mean we were linked before we even saw each other?”
He looks up at her, “Before we even met. The bond link is something inherent in all Saiyans. At birth the instinctive link begins to seek, expanding outwards until it contacts it’s closest match. When it finally finds it, a light connection is formed. So the link is always active, always ready until the bond itself begins to be forged so that it will eventually lead unerringly to the most suitable mate.”
“Hmm, so you’ve always been my Prince haven’t you.” She teases playfully.
He looks up into her eyes seriously and his gaze softens, “From the moment you were born.”
“So I’ve got a linkage too?” asks Trunks.
Vegeta looks at the boy, “Someplace in your world, she exists.”
“But there’s been so much death there! What if she’s dead already or never even been born?”
“Then your link forms with someone else who is genetically suitable.” Vegeta tells him, “The Saiyan reproductive drive will not be denied.”
“You’re confusing me, you both keep talking like the link and the bond are two separate things. And then refer to them as if it’s a single object at other times.”
“The linkage and the bond are two parts of the same thing.” Says Vegeta.
Bulma can see the boy is still confused and looks about of a comparison, “It’s little like that egg.” She points at one on Trunks plate. “It has two parts, the white and the yolk, but they both exist together, until the egg is fertilized they do nothing. But once the yolk is fertilized, or in the case of the bond link, it’s activated, it changes becoming something else entirely.” The timer sounds and she goes after the biscuits.
Vegeta nods picking up where she left off, “When the pair touch, skin on skin for the first time it, activates the bonding instinct, the link and the bond become a single unit. You’ll feel it happen, it’s like an electric shock. It unites the truemates, stimulating and strengthening their linkage so it will bring them together from time to time to renew their bond. If one or both of the pair is not yet sexually mature, it only serves to keep them connected until they are both ready for mating. The pair will then chose a time and place for their first affirmation. Until then the mating imperative is in abeyance.”
“But it was a little different in our case.” Smiles Bulma, returning with a plate full of biscuits.
Vegeta scowls, “We were both fully mature when our bond was finally forged. It’s not usually the case. So our mating was a just bit..., precipitous.”
“I guess you could call it that.” Says Bulma with an amused look at her mate, as she turns to Trunks, “Let’s just say our bonding was completely unexpected. And by then your father’s mating imperative was a more than just a little overpowering.”
Trunks blushes then asks quietly. “H.. he didn’t force you?”
“Not exactly, remember because of the bond I feel everything that Vegeta feels! So as it became activated I was just as driven by the imperative too.” Bulma glances at her scowling mate with a smile. “If anything you could say it was a mutual aggression brought to a very satisfying conclusion.”
Then she looks at Trunks seriously, “But you should know this, we both wanted it even before it happened. I’d been attracted to your father from the first moment I saw him, and I’m certain he was attracted to me too.”
Vegeta nods as he reaches for a handful of biscuits. “Even on Namek, I couldn’t get this blasted woman out of my mind. She’s just too much of a distraction.” But the Saiyan Prince is glaring affectionately at his mate as he says it. “I cannot concentrate properly on my training when she is around.”
Trunks begins to comprehend, but something still bothers him, “Then why were you both so angry at each other earlier?”
Bulma had sat down and finally started eating too, “We weren’t angry at each other. We were just enraged.”
“My rage is an integral part of my basic fighting methods, the main wellspring of my power, it‘s anchor.” Explains Vegeta. “Anger a powerful source of energy in all Saiyans, even referred to by some as the Saiyan Rage, it’s stronger in some more than others.”
Vegeta shrugs, “Kakarot and Gohan’s basic fighting methods are based a different emotion, but it still took an explosion of Kakarot’s anger to finally trigger his first transformation into Super Saiyan, it works for Gohan that way too.” The Prince looks at the youth, “It’s obvious that your power is anchored in your determination, but anger still remains a factor.” Trunks nods in agreement, “Anger triggered my first transformation too.” Remembering the raging fury of grief that had gripped him after Gohan’s death.
Vegeta swallows and says, “Since anger is my anchor that’s what fuels my basic ki powers.”
“So when Vegeta is powering up, his overriding emotion is rage.” Says Bulma, “And since the bond is empathic in it’s nature, it connects our emotions. So if Vegeta is angry, I start getting angry.”
“If the bond is that strong, why did my parents ever separate?” Asks the youth.
Vegeta and Bulma exchange knowing glances.
“Probably for the same reasons we’ve separated from time to time.” Says Vegeta. “I cannot concentrate fully on my training when your mother is nearby. As I said before she distracts me, both physically and emotionally.”
“The link attenuates with distance and time, but the bond doesn’t break.” Says Bulma, “Separation somewhat weakens the intensity of the shared impressions. Vegeta and I had been parted for three months before the androids came, he had hoped it would spare me. But it didn’t work, not nearly as much as we thought they would.”
“So my anger wasn’t aimed at her,” states Vegeta, “but part of it’s because I couldn’t be with her, seeing her and the baby made it that much worse.”
“But then during his battle with Dr. Gero, I began to suspect that our bond was still functioning at almost full strength.” She looks at her mate. “I still could feel all of Vegeta’s anger, all of his pain. Then when he fought with 18 and was injured I knew I was right. I was leaving to go find him when the message came in about the second time ship. You pretty much know the rest.”
“So you’re saying my father left, not because he didn’t love my mother, but because he did!” Exclaims the boy excitedly.
“There’s a very good chance that it was the real reason he left her.” Says Vegeta, “Especially if the androids had been rampaging around before he was killed. They may have decided to separate under the same assumption we had. To protect your mother and be certain someone would be left to raise you.”
“That’s right.” Nods Bulma.
Trunks smiles in satisfaction, this explains so much. He’d always known how much his mother missed Vegeta. How sad and lonely she always seemed, but he hadn’t quite understood some of her cryptic remarks about his father. Now that he understands the mechanics of the bonding, everything about his parents’ relationship has suddenly become much clearer.
Bulma watches the boy’s face, then asks one more question. “Do you know how long you’re parents were together?”
The boy shakes his head. “Mom never mentioned any length of time, just that he was killed before I was even a year and half old.”
Bulma looks at Vegeta, “And they never had any warning. He didn’t know he might die.”
“So he wouldn’t have felt the need to do anything.” Nods Vegeta.
She reaches over and takes Trunks hand, “If your timeline was basically the same as ours until your arrival here three years ago, your parents had already been together for quite some time. We bonded two months after we came back to Earth from Namek, but the only ones who knew were the Nameks, my parents and the family doctor. We.., or at least I, was afraid that the others wouldn’t completely understand. They knew how violent your father could be and were all still pretty angry at him over their first encounter with him. I thought they might misinterpret the situation so we kept it a secret.”
“Boy, when you go back you tell your mother this, that if your father had survived, he would have married her eventually.” Vegeta tells Trunks, with total conviction.
Trunks looks at them in amazement. Vegeta’s left hand comes over and covers Bulma’s. The boy finally notices the matching wedding rings on their hands.
Just then Mrs. Briefs comes in carrying the baby.
She takes in the tableau and smiles. “I see everything worked out well last night. Do I smell fresh coffee?”
Bulma gets up and takes little Trunks from his grandmother, but the child spots his father and reaches eagerly towards Vegeta.
Bulma shrugs, “He’s missed his papa. Here why don’t you feed him.” She hands her mate their son.
Vegeta takes the infant from her. Bulma goes for the bottle and passes it to him.
They’re all surprised by what happens next.
The child burbles happily then says very clearly looking right at his father. “PAPA, PAPA.”
The others grin and even Vegeta’s stern face cracks. Baby Trunks grabs a handful of his father’s spiky hair and coos contentedly as Vegeta lifts the bottle to the child’s lips. The Prince grimaces as his son tugs his hair painfully, exhibiting his burgeoning Saiyan strength.
“He’s finally talking!” Exclaims Bulma, then she looks down at her husband in mock annoyance. “It figures he’d end up saying papa first!”
They all laugh with delight and then finish breakfast with much lighter hearts.
THE END OF BOOK THREE
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