Title: What Once Was Lost
Author: Killarri
E-mail: killarri@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17 (For language and lemon)
Summary: When the last three surviving members of
the Saiyan race come to Earth,
what will happen when they go to high school? A B/V high school fic with a huge twist.
Warnings: This is an AU!!!! Vegeta is going to be OOC so don’t say I
didn’t warn you. LEMON CONTENT!!! If you can’t say the word “sex” without
giggling or blushing, then you probably shouldn’t read the lemon. For those who want to skip the lemon, I’ll
let you know before it starts and you will not miss any important plot
points. The lemon is really only for
those, like me, who are complete hentai's and love a well-written lemon. Also, there’s a little more Yamcha bashing,
for those of you who requested it.
Disclaimer: I don’t own DBZ. Eh, I can’t come up with a creative disclaimer right now.
AN:
This chapter is extremely long. I even
cut some out of it because otherwise it would have been unbearably long. For those who want to skip out on the lemon,
it’s not until the end of the chapter and I’ll let you know before it
starts. To those people who read the
lemon, it’s only my second attempt, so please keep that in mind.
What
Once Was Lost
Chapter
Ten: Soul Mates
There
was nothing. Only a bleak, infinite,
dark void that surrounded her. Bulma
couldn’t shake the eerie feeling of déjà vu assaulting her and after a few
moments, she remembered. It was from a
dream, that first dream she had right before school started, the one with the
mystery man.
Would
she find out his identity this time? Or
would he fade away into oblivion as he had in the last dream? It didn’t take long for her to realize that
this wasn’t exactly like the last dream when a bright white light appeared on
the distant horizon.
She
moved towards it, slowly and cautiously, unsure as to what would happen when
she finally got there. Would he be
there? Or maybe a new face from the
life she couldn’t remember on the distant planet of Vegetasei? Whatever it was, she would be ready to meet
it head on.
As
she drew near, the light brightened in intensity, so much so that she had to
cover her eyes to shield the sensitive irises from the blinding white
glow. The light was coming from an open
doorway, and she tried peering inside but could see nothing. Did she dare step through the door? Kami only knew what was on the other side,
but at the same time, she felt compelled to see. After all, she thought, it is only a dream so nothing can hurt
me.
Mind
made up, she squared her shoulders and marched proudly into the white
unknown. Once inside, the door slammed
shut behind her and she jumped startled by the loud bang. Turning, she looked back to see what had
caused the loud noise and screamed. The
space where the doorway had once been was now completely empty. The door just disappeared.
“Sorayu?” A softly spoken female voice asked at her
back.
The
blue-haired saiyan spun around irritated that someone had actually snuck in
behind her, but as she eyed the dark haired woman before her, her jaw dropped
in surprise. “Mama?” She questioned as tears welled up in her
eyes.
“Yes
baby.” Kylara replied as hot, salty
tears filled her chocolate brown eyes as well.
“Oh
Mama!” Bulma cried and launched herself
at the petite woman hugging her fiercely.
“I’m sorry I left you.” She
sobbed.
“Oh,
don’t cry baby.” Kylara stroked her
daughter’s aqua hair tenderly in an attempt to calm her, just as she had done
when Sorayu was a child and came home crying after being tormented by the other
children in school. “I know you didn’t
want to leave. But if you hadn’t, you
would have died with the rest of us.”
Bulma’s
head snapped up to solemnly regard her mother.
“But I let you die.”
Kylara
laughed lightly. “Hush, no you
didn’t. If you had been there, the
result still would’ve been the same. Frieza
still would’ve destroyed Vegetasei.
Besides, the Prince needs you.”
“I’m
sorry.”
“Don’t
be. You don’t know how happy I am that
you’re alive.” Kylara smiled and tucked
a stray strand of aqua hair behind Sorayu’s ear. “I just wanted to tell you that I’m so proud of you, my little
princess.”
“I’m
no princess.” Bulma mumbled.
“No,
not yet.” Kylara winked at her
daughter. “But you will be. Vegeta loves you and he’ll make an excellent
mate.”
Bulma
flushed slightly and asked, “Do you really think that he loves me?”
“Of
course he does. Look in his eyes and
they’ll tell you.”
The
blue-haired woman smiled and hugged her mother to her again. Neither knew how long they stayed like
that. In the realm of the subconscious
what seemed like hours could be only minutes in reality. The time they had together was over all too
soon and Kylara gently extracted herself from her daughter’s strangle hold.
“Listen
to me, Sorayu,” she said softly, “always remember that I love you and that you’ve
done nothing but make me proud.”
“Do
you have to go?” Bulma asked meekly
hoping she could spend even just one more minute with the woman who gave birth
to her and raised her. The woman she
could hardly remember.
Kylara
nodded sadly. “Yes, child, I do.”
Cerulean
eyes filled with tears and they flowed unnoticed down Bulma’s pale cheeks. “I’ll miss you.” She whispered.
“This
isn’t good bye.” Kylara stated
gently. “I’ll be watching over you for
as long as you live. We’ll meet again,
Sorayu.” The older woman wrapped her
arms around her child one last time before floating out into the great white
void.
“I
love you, Mama!” Bulma screamed as she
watched the visage of her mother disappear into nothingness.
“I
love you too, Sorayu.” Was the soft
reply that echoed throughout the air.
The moment the final
words faded away, the bright white light changed and Bulma blinked as she found
herself in a lush garden underneath a blood red sky. Was this Vegetasei, she wondered glancing around for anything
that would spark awareness in her surroundings.
Bulma wandered around
the vast garden, inspecting the vibrantly colored exotic plants with a
scientific eye for detail. She searched
her mind for any trace of information about them, but none were familiar to the
blue-haired saiyan.
At the end of the
lavish garden, there was a small pond complete with what appeared to be purple
water lilies floating on the surface.
Stepping up to the water’s edge, she carefully observed the hundreds of
fish mulling around the pond. Every
species was just as beautiful and exotic as the next. Some were long and thin with violet scales while there were some
that closely resembled the variety of fish found on Earth but with different
coloring. One was ruby red with long
whiskers like a catfish and another looked like a bright yellow blowfish. And the smaller fish near the top of the
water even looked like they were glowing.
Bulma watched them
completely fascinated for a few minutes until her sensitive ears picked up the
unmistakable sound of children laughing.
Unable to repress her curious nature, she reluctantly abandoned the
wonderful pond and she followed the gleeful laughter.
When she finally found
the source, Bulma gasped loudly at the sight.
Before her, was herself, as a
child. The girl she had once been was
currently laughing and pointing at the scowling young saiyan prince.
“I like this
game!” She proclaimed loudly, idly
throwing a rock into the air over and over again.
“Of course you would!” Vegeta growled.
The aqua-haired little
girl giggled again and replied with feigned innocence, “Is it even possible for
a mere rock to injure the great Saiyan Prince?”
“Of course it
isn’t.” He informed her with the
typical wide smirk plastered on his face.
“Especially if you don’t throw the stupid things.”
She simply smiled
sweetly and then lobbed the rock in her hand at him. He dodged it and still smiling, she proceeded to throw an entire
pile at him in quick succession. He was
able to dodge most of them, but a few hit the mark much to her delight.
Bulma watched the scene
in awe. It was just like Vegeta had
described. The two were in short best
friends, almost inseparable. She observed as they moved on from the rock throwing
to a light sparring session. After a
good fight, each child lay down on the grass to relax.
“I don’t want to leave
tomorrow.” The young girl whined
yanking a few blades of grass from the ground.
“It’s only a couple of
months.”
She sighed, “I know.”
“Sorayu?”
“Hmm?” She replied closing her eyes.
“I want to ask you
something.”
Her eyes snapped open
and she rose onto her elbows, eyeing him curiously. “What?”
“Well…um…” he stammered
nervously, “when we get older,” he gulped, “when we grow up, will you…be my
mate?”
Sorayu, both the child
and the woman, gasped in surprise at his question. He asked me to be his mate, the teenaged Sorayu asked herself
watching the two children closely. She
was dying to know how she responded to the question, and for a moment, she
wondered how she’d react if the question were posed now.
Bulma watched as a
bright smile spread across her younger self’s face and the young girl asked,
“You really want me to be your mate?”
Vegeta shrugged. “My father said that my mate should be
strong, smart, and beautiful. And that
I would have to be able to trust her.
You’re the only girl like that I know.”
The young girls smile
grew even bigger and a slight rose hue tinted her cheeks. “You think I’m beautiful?” She asked quietly.
“Um..well…” the prince
mumbled his cheeks now sporting a light blush of their own. The rest of his sentence was cut off when a
blue blur knocked him to the ground. He
began to object to his situation but was interrupted again by a tight hug.
“I would love to be
your mate, Geta.”
The smile that crept on
to his face was by far one of the most beautiful things that Bulma had ever
witnessed, and smiling she rubbed her watery eyes. Upon reopening them, she noticed that the surroundings had changed
once again. Instead of the beautiful
garden, she was back to the beginning and again standing in the middle of black
nothingness.
“Not this again.” She mumbled under her breath. What did her subconscious have in store for
her now? Admittedly, this dream was one
of the more pleasant ones she’d had over the years, but it felt like more than
a dream. It felt as if there was still
some important revelation lurking in the shadows.
The hair on her neck
stood on end, and she felt another presence around, watching her. “Is anyone there?” She called into the void with an eerie sense of déjà vu. No answer came. “Hello?” Bulma cried searching the blackness for some sign of
whoever was studying her. Silence. The feeling of being watched stayed with
her, and she was about an inch shy of a full blown panic.
A deep chuckle from
behind her was accompanied by a familiar gruff voice, “Such a paranoid woman.”
Bulma shrieked in
surprise. She turned to glare at the
smirking saiyan. “Kami Vegeta!” She yelled, “Do you want to give me a heart
attack?!”
“You’re a Saiyan.” He scoffed.
“Saiyans don’t get heart attacks.”
“Hey, it could
happen.” Bulma mumbled petulantly
visually giving him a good once over.
The skintight blue spandex and white chest plate looked familiar, and
after a moment, she remembered it was from an earlier dream. “Oh my Kami!” She breathed staring wide-eyed at the saiyan before her. Vegeta was the mystery guy from that first
dream days before she even met him. Did
that mean that they were meant to be together?
Vegeta smirked under
her careful scrutiny. “Like what you
see, Woman?” He purred seductively.
Bulma watched him draw
closer until only a few centimeters separated their bodies unable to utter a
single word. His close proximity made
it impossible to think of anything besides how good it felt to be in his
arms. Unable to resist the tremendous
urge, she leaned forward catching his lips in a tender kiss. He responded enthusiastically pulling her
into his arms and against his body. The
kiss quickly grew passionate and Bulma threw her arms around his neck
desperately trying to touch as much of him as possible. Vegeta broke away from her mouth leaving
soft butterfly kisses along her jaw line and up to her earlobe which he bit
lightly.
“Soon, little
one.” He whispered and then abruptly
disappeared.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Bulma jolted into consciousness with
a start waking the light sleeper beside her.
A bleary-eyed Vegeta glanced wildly around the room in confusion before
his dark, and clearly annoyed, gaze settled on her. “Where’s the fire?” He
asked sardonically.
“Sorry.” She mumbled sheepishly and then yawned turning her gaze to the
alarm clock on her bedside table which displayed
Still more than half asleep, the
Saiyan Prince mumbled, “Nothing.”
Bulma smiled, and the mischievous glint
in her eyes did not go unnoticed by the prince who knew immediately that she
was planning something. “Good,” she
spoke simply, “then you can come over and spar with me around eight?”
Vegeta eyed her warily, unsure as to
what ideas were fluttering in her mind, but eventually nodded. Besides, he thought smugly, it’s not like
she could come up with something that I couldn’t handle.
“Great!” She squealed. “Let me
take a shower and I’ll make some food for us.”
Excitedly, she picked out her clothes for the day and a clean towel and
hurried into the adjoining bathroom shutting the door with a sharp click. In seconds, the sound of water running could
be heard coming from the small room.
Vegeta blinked, twice. What the hell had he just agreed to? He groaned rising from the bed and quickly
descended the stairs into the living room to wait. Grabbing the remote control, he flipped through several channels
before settling on some old blank-and-white war movie. The minutes ticked by as he somewhat anxiously
awaited the appearance of his soon-to-be mate.
When she finally descended the
stairs, she smiled and grabbed the cordless phone and dialed walking into the
kitchen. More than a little curious, he
followed and leaned against the refrigerator, intentionally listening in on the
woman’s conversation.
Bulma had to fight the urge to laugh
when she noticed Vegeta oh-so-casually eavesdropping. She knew she was acting weird and she did indeed have something
planned for him, but a talk with Chi Chi was in order first.
After the phone rang over ten times
on the other end, Bulma was about to give up and just call back later when a
breathless Kakarott panted out, “Hello?”
“Hey, Kakarott. What took so long?”
“Hey, Bul-…um….what do you want me to
call you now?”
Bulma laughed pulling out the
various lunchmeats and things needed for a lot of sandwiches. “Either one. But honestly, I would prefer Sorayu.”
“Ok then, Sorayu.” He chuckled, “As for taking so long to get
the phone, sorry. Chi Chi and I were
outside sparring and no one else is home.”
A slight pause. “Speaking of
that, did Vegeta stay over at your house last night?”
Bulma felt the heat rise into her
cheeks and if she had a mirror on her at the moment, a beet red woman would’ve
stared back at her. Thankfully, her
back was to Vegeta, but that still didn’t lessen her embarrassment. She wasn’t a child anymore and it just
wasn’t right that a woman of eighteen blushed as much as she did. And it didn’t help that he was hearing every
single word. “Yes.” She finally hissed in warning, “and you
better not give me any shit about it.”
Kakarott laughed, and said, “Oh, I
won’t. But you know Chi Chi.”
Bulma sighed in defeat. Yeah, she knew Chi Chi enough to know that the
woman wouldn’t spare the opportunity tease her. “Could you get her for me?”
“Yeah, sure. Hold on a second.” The phone was set down, probably on a nearby table or something,
with a sharp click, and she could hear Kakarott’s foot steps as he left to get
his mate.
As she waited, she spun around to
regard Vegeta who was smirking smugly with his arms crossed over his chest,
also known as the way he looked about ninety percent of the time. “I thought that the great Saiyan Prince
wouldn’t care what I was talking about with ‘Kakarott’s harpy’.” She remarked sarcastically.
Vegeta saw the challenge, and
recognized it for what it really was: a pathetic attempt to get him out of the
room while she was talking with that annoying woman. Normally he wouldn’t want to listen to any of it, but since she
was so obviously trying to keep him from listening in, he wasn’t going
anywhere. “I don’t care.” He stated flatly.
“Then why are you bothering to
listen, hmm?”
“I’m waiting for the food.”
“Whatever.” She replied rolling her eyes. He cared and she knew it. With a mental shrug, she just decided to let
it go. His curiosity was more amusing
than annoying and she wasn’t planning on getting into any serious discussion
with the only other female saiyan over the phone anyway.
“Hey Bulma…er…Sorayu!” Chi Chi cried happily when she made it to
the phone.
“Hey Chi!” Bulma returned just as brightly.
“What’s going on?”
“Not a whole lotta.” The blue-haired saiyan replied
conversationally. “I was wondering if
you wanted to go shopping with me.”
“Sure. What time?”
“Uh, well, we’re just sitting down
to eat now, so about half an hour.”
“We?” Chi Chi asked with a mischievous note in her voice.
Damn, I almost made it, Bulma thought
sighing. “Yes, we…as in me and Vegeta.”
“Oh okay. Just checking.”
“Uh…anyway, I’ll be there soon.”
“See you.”
“Later Chi.” The blue-haired saiyan
mumbled and then hung up the phone. She
set the platter full of sandwiches on the wood table, and without a word, the
two saiyans devoured everything within minutes. Bulma quickly cleared the dishes and set them in the sink leaving
them until after she got back from her outing.
“Are you going home?” She questioned grabbing her purse. “I can give you a ride over if you are.”
Vegeta eyed her warily. Though he had never ridden in a car with
her, he had heard from the rest of their friends that the woman was an
atrocious driver, the main reason that 18 drove them around most of the time. “Will it end up killing me?” He asked in all seriousness.
Bulma rolled her eyes as they exited
the large yellow structure. Who had
been spreading horrible lies about her driving? Sure, she’d hit a couple parked cars, a pole, a tree, and a
couple mailboxes, but she wasn’t that bad
of a driver. At least she hadn’t hit
anything that moved yet. “You can
believe what everyone else says and enjoy walking home, if you want.”
Vegeta snorted. “Who says I would walk?” Smirking, his body lifted into the air and
within seconds, he was just a blur on the far horizon leaving behind a visibly
fuming Bulma.
Did he always have to be such an
ass? Shrugging, Bulma climbed into her
car and was soon speeding down the road, her favorite
She wasn’t surprised, pulling into
Krillin’s driveway, to see a smug looking Vegeta sitting on the front
step. He stood as she approached, and
she stopped in front of him a moment, waiting for him to move out of her
way. Of course because of his
uncooperative ass nature, he didn’t move and she was forced to side step him to
get to the front door, but was stopped forcibly after only a few steps by a
gentle grip on her arm. Without a word,
Vegeta pulled her to him and after planting a quick kiss on her lips, stepped
aside for her to pass.
“I’ll be at your house at eight, woman.” He reminded her before levitating around the
house, presumably to enter his room through the window.
Bulma smiled in daze and knocked at
the door. Chi Chi answered after only a
few seconds with a smile on her face that stretched ear to ear and for a moment
Bulma wondered if she’d seen that little exchange with Vegeta. The raven haired saiyan said nothing though,
instead just moving to the car, and Bulma climbed into the driver’s seat. Then, tires squealing, the duo took off to
one of their favorite places: the mall.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The two women spent hours trying on clothes and just
basically burning a hole in Bulma’s vast expanse of C.C. credit cards, and to
Chi Chi’s credit not one teasing comment escaped her lips. After about twenty different shops, their
Saiyan stomachs began rumbling and the two decided that a trip to the food
court upstairs was in order.
“Can I ask you something?” The blue-haired saiyan began quietly as they
found a table to sit at. She plopped
her huge tray of Chinese food on the table and watched as Chi Chi did the same
and sat in the seat across from her.
“Sure. Shoot.”
“Um…” Bulma muttered somewhat
uncomfortably. “Well…I…was wondering
exactly what you’re supposed to do once you’ve chosen a…um…mate.”
Unfortunately for the raven-haired
saiyan, she was taking a big drink of her Pepsi and the question surprised her
so much that she spit the brown cola from her mouth and choked slightly. When she recovered her wits, Chi Chi smiled
slyly, and asked, “Why would you want to know?”
“Because I’m in love with
Vegeta.” Was the simple reply.
“Aww.” Chi Chi remarked smiling brightly. “I knew it would happen.”
“Well,” Bulma began lowly
absentmindedly pushing the noodles around on her plate, “I would feel better if
I knew that he felt the same. I mean
we’ve kissed a few times, but that doesn’t mean he loves me.”
“Bulma…oops…Sorayu—it’s going to
take me a while to get used to that—when we got home from your house last
night, I cornered Kakarott and he told me what Vegeta said about you.”
Bulma’s head snapped up to regard
her friend, and in a small voice filled with hope, she asked, “Really? What did he say?”
Chi Chi shrugged, “Not much. Just that if you hadn’t ‘died’ then he
would’ve taken you as his mate.”
“He asked me the day before I left,
but I hardly expect him to hold up to some promise he made when he was still a
kid.”
“Sorayu, I don’t think you have to
worry about that.” Chi Chi replied with
a slight wave of her hand. She knew Vegeta
well enough to know that he felt the same way.
Either way, those two would be bonded within the week. “As far as Mating goes,” she explained
quietly, “you have to go through what’s called ‘The Hunt’.”
“The Hunt?”
Chi Chi nodded. “When a male has found a female that he
wants to Mate with, he will do all he can to get her to attack him. If she wants to Mate with him, then she will
instinctively attack then run away. He
hunts her and if he can catch and subdue the female, then they will Mate.”
Bulma looked at Chi Chi with
confusion swirling in her eyes. The
Hunt sounded rather primitive for a space faring race. Humans even had a more sophisticated
ceremony for that sort of thing. After
voicing her thoughts aloud to her friend, Bulma was surprised when Chi Chi
laughed loudly.
“Yeah, I’m sure it would probably
seem pretty primitive, but there are reasons behind it. Males far outnumbered females and the hunt
was to ensure that females weren’t Mating with males weaker than them. Survival of the fittest.” Chi Chi frowned then, and continued, “As far
as humans go, 18 explained the whole concept of marriage and divorce to me, and
I don’t really understand it. When
saiyans take a mate, it’s for life. The
bond ensures that.”
“The bond?” Bulma echoed.
“There are two types of bonds that a
saiyan can have with their mate. The
first is of the mind. They’ll be able
to read each other’s minds, see each other’s memories, and even communicate
telepathically, sometimes over great distances if the bond is strong
enough. The second bond is of the
soul. The pair will be able to feel
each other’s emotions and physical pain, if one dies the other will follow. The soul bond takes years to develop and
some mate pairs never get to it.
Usually only the strongest bonded couples develop it.”
“So there was no such thing as
casual sex?”
“No there was,” Chi Chi replied
leaning back in the white metal chair.
“But if at any point the male bit the female, then the mind bond started
and they were mates.” She pulled back
the collar of her shirt to reveal a small half-moon scar at the place where the
neck and shoulder met. “You
understand?” She questioned.
“Yeah.” The blue-haired saiyan replied with a sharp nod. “It all makes sense to me.”
Chi Chi smiled and checked her
watch. “Damn,” she muttered, “it’s
almost four.” She stood up gathering
the trash from her meal and pilled it on the red plastic tray. “I promised Krillin’s mom that I’d fix
dinner tonight so she could have a break.”
Bulma laughed as she stood and threw
away her trash. Her own mother
sometimes complained about her voracious appetite and she didn’t want to
imagine the work that went with cooking for four saiyans. Grabbing her purse and the dozen or so
shopping bags she acquired, Bulma followed Chi Chi out of the crowded food
court and to the down escalator.
“Besides, I think we bought enough anyway.”
Chi Chi glanced to her own hoard of
bags and replied with a light chuckle, “I don’t know. I think there’re a couple of stores that we didn’t buy out.”
The two women pushed through the
crowd of weekend shoppers, and were just about to the doors of the huge complex
when a familiar voice calling Bulma’s name made them both stop in their
tracks. Both women turned and when confronted
with the owner of the voice, none other than a grinning Yamcha, Bulma cursed
her absolutely rotten luck and heard a low growl from the woman beside
her. Why did she always have to deal
with that idiot?
“What do you want, Yamcha?” She sighed out tapping her foot impatiently.
His gaze traveled from Bulma to Chi
Chi and back several times before he finally spoke, asking quietly, “Can I talk
to you alone?”
“Whatever you have to say you can
say in front of Chi Chi.” Bulma replied icily.
She still hadn’t forgotten what he’d done to her car, and though he
denied it still, she knew it was him.
His scent was all over the area, but she couldn’t exactly say that
without letting on that she wasn’t human.
“Please?”
Grinding her teeth together in
irritation, Bulma rolled her eyes.
“No,” she hissed, moments shy of completely losing her patience, “start
talking or I’m leaving.”
“Bitch.” He muttered under his breath, though not low enough for either
saiyan to miss it. “Bulma, I love you,
and I’m sorry about everything. Do you
think we could give it another try?”
“No.” She replied flatly. “You
had your chance and you blew it.
Besides, I’m in love with someone a hundred times better than you.”
“What?! But I would know if you were dating anybody.” Yamcha yelled drawing the stares of many
mall patrons in the area. “Who is it?”
Bulma smirked and said, “Vegeta.”
“What does that midget have that I
don’t?”
“Everything. My heart,” was Bulma’s simple reply.
“What the hell does that mean?” He asked angrily.
Bulma was about to give a detailed
list of exactly of what Vegeta had that the man whore in front of her didn’t
but her response was cut off as a blue-haired woman, who Bulma recognized as a
freshman at their school, Maron, interrupted their conversation practically
throwing herself at Yamcha.
“Oh Yamcha!” She cooed with a horrible high pitched voice
that hurt both saiyan women’s sensitive ears.
“Sorry I took so long. Ready to
go on with our date?”
Bulma laughed loudly thoroughly
amused by the situation. The asshole
tried getting back together with her while he was already on a date. Her loud laughter eventually got the other
blue haired woman’s attention and she turned, frowning, and shot a nasty look
at the two women.
“Don’t worry we’re not trying to
steal your gigolo….oops…I meant date.”
Bulma said with false cheerfulness.
Her icy azure eyes narrowed on Yamcha who looked very uncomfortable
under her scrutiny. “This is the last
time I’m going to say this, Yamcha, so listen closely. I do not want you. I will never want you again.
If you don’t leave me alone from now on, you won’t only have to deal
with me, you’ll have to deal with Vegeta too.
And let me assure you,” she smirked then, enjoying the way he was
squirming, “he is completely capable of kicking your ass to next year and will
not hesitate to do it if you don’t get the message this time.”
She heard Chi Chi snickering beside
her and she smiled turning to her friend.
“Let’s get out of here.” The two
women then exited the mall leaving a very embarrassed Yamcha and his confused
date.
“God that felt so good!” Bulma remarked on the long walk back to the
car. “Hopefully,” she began with a
light giggle, “threatening him with an ass beating from Vegeta will do the
trick.”
“Somehow I doubt it.” Chi Chi drawled.
“Yeah, he’ll probably have to get
beat up at least once before it’ll sink in.”
“It’s not like Vegeta would
mind.” She pointed out.
Bulma laughed at the truth behind
that statement. Vegeta didn’t like all
that many people, but he particularly loathed her ex-boyfriend and didn’t
attempt to hide it. In fact, he would
probably take great pleasure in painfully reminding her ex just how hated he
really was.
They made it to the car and once all
the bags were loaded into the sports car’s rather small trunk, Bulma pulled out
of the parking lot. Speeding by at
least fifteen miles an hour the whole way there, which wasn’t a big deal for
the lead-footed woman, in only ten minutes, she dropped Chi Chi off at home and
headed to her own house. There wasn’t
that much time before Vegeta would get there, and she still had some work in
the lab that needed to be done in addition to preparing for her prince’s visit.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Vegeta touched down on the front
lawn at C.C. at precisely
He raised a hand and tentatively
knocked on the metal door. Within
seconds it opened with a whoosh to reveal a brightly smiling Bulma. He noticed immediately that she wasn’t
dressed in her normal training attire, instead garbed in a black halter top and
a pair of black shorts, and he had to fight the urge to gawk at her. The outfit showed more skin than he’d ever
seen her display, but not to the point of indecency, and she looked absolutely
amazing.
“You’re going to wear that in a
spar?” He questioned
incredulously. Although, he wouldn’t
really mind if she did; it was all great eye candy.
“Yeah, you like?” She asked doing a little turn so he could
see the whole thing. She knew she
looked sexy and judging from the way his eyes had bugged a little when she had
first opened the door, he thought so too.
“I got it today.” She stated
with a shrug and exited the house closing the door behind her.
She led him across the lawn, and he
frowned noticing they were going in the opposite direction of the gravity room,
but still followed her anyway. They
stopped once they were some distance away from the main house, and Bulma
smirked devilishly. “I wanted to spar
outside and with ki, if that’s alright with you.”
“It’s your funeral.” Vegeta replied as his own customary smirk
graced his features. “I’ll just have
even more of an advantage over you than before.”
“Oh? And what makes you think that, Veggie?”
He purposely ignored the nickname
issue; it was a lost cause anyway and instead asked snidely, “Do you honestly
think that a weak woman could hold a candle to a super saiyan?”
Bulma glared at him sinking into a
crouch. Weak woman?! “Bring it on, Princey,” she spat
angrily. I’ll show him who’s weak, she
thought as she shot forward with the intention of wiping that damn smirk off
his face. She was met with only air
though as he phased out from her path and reappeared behind her.
Vegeta smiled smugly at the woman’s
back and tapped her lightly on the shoulder.
“Now, what were you…” he began but was cut off when she spun around
quickly and clocked him right in the face with a punch. He staggered backwards a couple of steps,
and she took advantage of his error by sweeping his legs out from underneath
him.
He landed on his back and scowled
more than a little embarrassed at being taken off guard like that. That mischievous glint returned to her
cerulean eyes then, and she smiled before levitating a couple feet into the
air. “Come catch me if you can!” She hollered and then took off in a fiery
explosion of ki.
Vegeta lay flat on his back a moment
utterly confused. What the hell was she
doing running away from a spar? It
almost seemed as if….his eyes widened as realization dawned. The little minx had initiated the hunt!
Deciding that he wasn’t going to
waste any more time, he jumped into the air and silently powered up to super
saiyan. She already had quite a head
start and knowing that woman, she was going to make it as difficult as possible
for him. Not that I would have it any
other way, he thought as he picked her scent up in the air. Following it, his mind wandered to what
would happen once he finally caught her.
The thought that he could finally do something about the almost
maddening desire he had for the blue-haired saiyan drove the prince to even
higher speeds to catch up to her.
He wasn’t surprised to see that
Bulma had finally descended in a heavily wooded area. The area was only illuminated by the dim stars above since Earth
no longer had a moon, and wearing black, she would easily blend in. The Prince resolved not to find her by her
ki; after all, what was the challenge in that?
Instead, he would use instincts and his enhanced senses to catch his
prey.
Within moments, he picked up on her
trail once again, and smirking, followed it for several minutes. He paused every so often to check the forest
floor for the woman’s small footprints to confirm that she had indeed come that
way and wasn’t just spreading her scent all over to throw him off track. The underbrush grew thicker as he went
along, and for ten minutes, he pushed through the shrubs until he came to where
both her scent and footprints stopped.
Vegeta slowed his breathing and
stood absolutely still trying pick up any sound in the surrounding area, but
the only sound in the night air was his own quiet breathing. His nose did pick up on a new scent,
however, and he followed it to a nearby bush with red berries. The bush itself sported a bald spot where no
berries grew. Several of them lay on
the ground, smashed, and Vegeta smirked realizing the woman’s plan. She had used the berries to cover up her
scent and doubled back then veering from her original path.
He turned around and walked the path
this time checking the ground around for footprints as he walked. Sure enough, after a few minutes, the trail
of small marks in the soft dirt led him out of the more dense part of the wood,
and eventually into a clearing with a large pond. They circled around the waters edge before reentering the forest
on the opposite side, but this time Vegeta didn’t take the bait. He knew her well enough to know that she’d
be in the pond. Instead of going back
into the forest as she intended him to do, Vegeta went straight for the waters
edge and peered in. He didn’t see her,
but a few air bubbles did float to the surface, and although they could have
been from fish, he knew it was Bulma.
After drawing a deep breath, he dove into the water in search of his
mate.
The pond wasn’t very deep, but the
water was murky and combined with the low lighting made it even more difficult
to spot her or a hole that she might be hiding in. Nevertheless, he checked the pond methodically searching for any
place that she could conceal herself.
He was several minutes into the search when a flash of blue caught his
eye as Bulma shot out of her hiding spot and tried swimming around him to get
the surface. Though she was fast, Vegeta
was faster and he grabbed her leg, pulling her to him. They floated to the surface of the pond in
each others arms, and once they emerged, Vegeta brushed her wet aqua hair from
her face. He smirked and in a deep,
husky voice whispered, “You’re mine, little one.”
AN:
Lemon alert from here to the end of the chapter.
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His lips were on hers in an instant
in a passionate kiss that was almost bruising in intensity. Bulma never noticed as he lifted them out of
the cool water and gently laid her on the ground in one fluid motion. Her arms wrapped around him and she explored
the corded muscles of his back with her fingertips while his tongue played with
hers darting in and out of her mouth.
Vegeta’s hands operated feverishly causing her skin to tingle every
place they made contact, first her arms, next the sensitive skin of her neck
before moving down to gently massage her heaving breasts through the material
of the black halter top she wore.
Vegeta broke the kiss and his lips
trailed kiss from her jaw line to her neck where he could feel the rapid
throbbing of her pulse. His mouth
continued downward, nipping lightly at the skin left bare by her shirt until he
finally came to fabric. Impatiently, he
ripped the garment from her body and reveled in the soft moan that escaped her
lips when he took a pink nipple in his mouth while rolling the other one
between his thumb and index finger. He
could smell the heady scent of her desire in the air around them, and his
erection throbbed almost painfully in response. The Prince stubbornly forced himself to calm his almost insane
lust and resist the urge to just bury himself inside of her. Instead, his mouth left her breast and
resumed its downward journey, kissing down her flat stomach, pausing to dip his
tongue into her navel, and then finally, to the waist line of her shorts.
Bulma sucked in a deep breath as she
felt her shorts ripped away from her body and seconds later when her panties
followed, she lay completely nude before the Saiyan Prince. Her thighs snapped together and her face
turned a bright crimson. At her mate’s
deep chuckle, she shyly averted her gaze slightly embarrassed. One hand gently cupped her chin and forced
her eyes to his while the other lightly brushed the soft skin of her abdomen,
right above her aqua curls.
“Let me touch you.” He purred seductively. All the resistance fled her body, and his
hand parted her folds allowing his finger to lightly brush against her clit
several times before moving to the outside of her wet entrance. A loud moan erupted from Bulma, and unable
to resist, Vegeta gently pushed a finger inside. He began slowly pumping it in and out, adding a second one, and
within moments, she was gasping and writhing in pleasure.
Bulma felt the pleasure building up,
and when he leaned forward to take a breast into his hot mouth, she arched her
back and exploded against his hand. She
screamed her lover’s name for all the forest to hear and writhed wildly in the
throws of her first orgasm. When her
body stopped trembling minutes later, she smiled and pushed her mate onto his
back, purring, “It’s my turn now, my prince.”
She straddled him, lightly rubbing
her moist womanhood against the huge bulge in his shorts, and smiled again upon
receiving a muffled groan for her efforts.
She captured his lips in a gentle kiss as his fingertips lightly roamed
her back eliciting goose bumps in reaction before they finally came to rest on
her buttocks. Bulma broke their kiss,
gently biting his lower lip as she pulled back, and her soft lips followed a
similar path to his, first down his angular jaw line, then to his ear where she
nibbled on the lobe. She moved on to
his neck, trailing hot kisses down to his collarbone, and finally to where she
encountered his shirt.
Bulma silently debated on whether or
not to be nice and not rip it from him, but recalling how her own clothing
suffered that fate, she decided that she wasn’t going to be nice. If she had to fly home naked, so would
he. And with one tug, the ruined
garment was tossed off to the side, and her mouth returned to his now bare
torso. Every touch was light and
teasing as her mouth and hands explored every muscle, every contour of his
amazing body. Vegeta’s hands tangled in
her silky hair as she kissed down his abs, and in seconds, the spandex shorts
were gone. Bulma’s eyes widened as she
took in the slight of his erect member, and once again, she felt the heat
rising into her cheeks, although that wasn’t the only place.
Vegeta smirked wickedly at her
reaction. “Impressive, isn’t it?” He asked with a wink.
“It’s just that I’ve never…” Her explanation was interrupted by his kiss
and as their tongues intertwined Vegeta gently pushed her onto her back,
covering her petite frame with his body.
“Neither have I.” He murmured against her lips. Positioning himself at her entrance, he
hesitated and leveled his intense obsidian gaze on her. “Are you sure you want this?” He asked seriously praying that she would
say yes. “If we do this it’s forever,
you won’t ever be rid of me.”
Bulma simply smiled cupping his
cheek, and spoke softly from her heart.
“Yes. I want this. I love you, Vegeta.”
A wide grin graced his face and he simultaneously
entered her warmth, breaking her barrier, and crushed his lips to hers,
swallowing her sudden cry of pain. He
stayed still for a few moments, letting her get used to the intrusion, and when
she gave a small nod, he began thrusting slowly. The Prince couldn’t stop a loud groan as he fought to keep from
losing it right there. She was so tight
around him, and the feel of her muscles massaging his length as he moved was
almost enough to make him climax on the spot.
Vegeta stubbornly held onto his control determined to hear her cry out
his name in pleasure again.
He sped up the tempo, and Bulma
moaned his name in appreciation. Every
powerful thrust hit her most sensitive places, and she felt her orgasm building
again. Winding her legs around his
waist, she moved with him, meeting his every motion with her own, and tangled
her hands in his ebony spikes. His
quiet grunts in her ear only served to drive her on, and when he whispered, “I
love you, Sorayu,” she felt waves of pleasure wash over her as she climaxed,
calling his name out over and over.
Vegeta climaxed seconds after her,
and as he spilled his seed into her welcoming womb, his teeth instinctually
found the spot on her neck and he bit down, finally claiming her as his
mate. Moments later, she bit him in the
same place, and they both collapsed in exhaustion. The Saiyan Prince tenderly brushed a few sweat covered strands of
hair from her face, and taking in the sight of her flushed complexion, the
tousled hair, the deep red of his blood staining her lips, and the deep
sapphire of her passion clouded eyes, he felt himself hardening again inside of
her.
Bulma laughed gently tracing his
lips with her finger. “Ready for more,
my love?” She purred seductively.
“Oh yes.” Vegeta moaned rolling them so she was on top, and he grabbed her
hips moving her slowly up and down on his penis. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
He husked watching her as she moved hypnotically over him. Bulma threw her head back and rocked her
hips faster, moaning loudly, and Vegeta bit his lip feeling his orgasm
approach. His hands abandoned their
current position and came up to fondle the firm breasts that bounced so
enticingly with every movement.
That was all it took for Bulma to
climax again and she mindlessly called out her pleasure as she exploded, and
was closely followed by her mate’s release.
Panting, the blue-haired saiyan fell weakly onto Vegeta’s chest, and
tried to rein in her thundering heart beat.
The whole experience was nothing short of amazing, and she smiled in
complete happiness for the first time in her life.
Vegeta smirked softly stroking his
mate’s hair. He felt content, something
he hadn’t really felt since the day Sorayu left Vegetasei a decade ago. Now that he had it back, he would never lose
it again. “Woman,” his gruff voice
rumbled, “we should probably get to a bed, because we won’t be leaving it for a
while.”
Bulma giggled, and replied, “We
could go to my house, since no one’s there.”
“That sounds perfect.” He picked her up and not even bothering with
the ruined scraps that at one point were clothes, and took off into the air.
“I can fly you know.” Bulma protested, even though she didn’t
really mind being carried home in the arms of a handsome prince.
Vegeta rolled his eyes. “Of course I know that. But I can get us there faster.” He let his power free and silently
transformed into a super saiyan for the extra speed.
Bulma gaped in awe at a
blonde-haired, teal-eyed Vegeta, and mumbled, “So this is a super saiyan.”
“What do you think?”
She twisted in his arms until her
mouth was just inches from his ear.
“Honestly, Vegeta,” she whispered lowly, “I think you look damn sexy as
a blonde.”
His gaze fastened on her and the Prince
almost smirked at the lust shining in her dark sapphire eyes. He flew at his maximum speed, with only one
goal in mind, getting to a comfortable bed as soon as possible so he could make
love to the incredible woman in his arms, his soul mate, all night long.
AN: Man, I think I need a cold shower after that one. What do you guys think? How was it for my second attempt at one? Email me at the address at the beginning of the