Chapter 12
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of little Blair Witches)
When Bulma woke up it was still dark inside
the ship, the one window that was in the tiny bedroom allowed a small amount of
starlight into the room, but not much. In the silvery gloom Bulma could just
make out Vegeta’s face a few inches from her own. His breath was warm on her
skin and Bulma felt her body tingle to life as she watched him sleep. His face
was so angular and angry and yet so masculine and warm at the same time. She
knew that she could no longer deny how attracted she was to him - not just to
his amazing body which she could remember in great detail, but also to him;
Vegeta.
She loved his mocking look, his argumentative
tone, his cockiness; she even loved his smirk…love? Yes, she loved him and she
didn’t even know when she had fallen for him.
Vegeta’s eyes opened as if he was aware of
her scrutiny and in return he gazed back at her and Bulma instantly recognised
the fiery look he gave her. Vegeta could deny it all he liked, but he loved
her in return. Bulma could see it in the way his eyes swept across her face and
the way the look he gave her almost caressed her skin. He had fallen for her
well and truly, only his saiyan pride stood in the way of him openly accepting
his emotions.
Which was a pity.
Bulma slowly, hesitantly inched closed to
Vegeta until her lips hovered above his. Vegeta closed the distance between
them and placed a feathery light kiss on her lips, then another on each side of
her mouth. One of his hands moved down to rest on her waist and the other
reached over her to gently stroke her hair. Bulma’s eyes drifted shut and she
let out a small sigh as Vegeta’s hand slipped along the waistband of her pants
and undid the button at the front. She opened her eyes as he sat up and looked
down at her; he kissed her forehead and then slowly tugged her pants off, his
eyes devouring every inch of her legs that were exposed as he rid her of her
jeans and the small scrap of underwear she had on.
Bulma swallowed as his hand trailed up a long
thigh and slowly stroked up her stomach till he reached her shirt and removed
it in the same slow and gently way, his hands undressing her as if he were
unwrapping a delicate present. Bulma’s blue eyes met his shadowed dark ones and
she sat up and wrapped her arms around him. Vegeta dropped his head to her
shoulder and let her hold him; Bulma rested her head on his, enjoying the
silence of their lovemaking.
Her hands slowly found their way to the
bottom of his shirt and she pulled back far enough to begin undoing the buttons,
aware of Vegeta watching her face as she undressed him. Button by button she
undid his shirt and then pushed it off onto the bed. She let her eyes roam over
Vegeta’s perfect chest, his toned muscles rippling as he rolled his shoulders.
She ran her fingers down the muscled perfection of his chest and let the tips
of her nails dance against his skin as she leant forward to kiss his neck and
shoulders.
She bit her lip again as she let her hands
wander lower and she began to unlace his leather pants, her movements as slow
and as purposeful as her saiyan lovers had been. Vegeta lay down on the bed and
watched Bulma with fascination as she slowly peeled his pants off, a tip of her
small pink tongue poking from the corner of her mouth as she concentrated of
ridding him of his final piece of clothing.
“You’re beautiful.” Vegeta murmured suddenly
to her as Bulma lay down next to him and let him take her into his arms,
relishing the heat of their skin-to-skin contact. His comment was unexpected
and Bulma blinked in surprise.
“You’re beautiful too.” She told him honestly
– meaning what she said. At that moment Vegeta was the most beautiful thing she
had ever seen, his body bathed in the starlight as he pulled her on top of her
and looked up at her with those endless black eyes of his, the twin black orbs
seeing straight through her; seeing her strengths and her weaknesses and loving
everything that they saw.
Bulma lay down on Vegeta and felt his hardness
between her legs, but there was no rush to be together this time, they had time
to explore each others body, to offer the other what they could, until eventually
Bulma lithely moved down slightly and in one smooth motioned moved Vegeta
inside of her. The saiyan prince’s eyes fluttered shut and Bulma lowered her
torso over his until her breasts were flat against his chest. She ran gentle
hands down the corded muscles of his arms and then slipped them under Vegeta so
she was holding onto his back.
She began to move against him, slow and
gentle rocking movements that sent spasms of pleasure straight to her and
Vegeta’s core. Neither made much noise as she made love to him, only the
occasional soft grunt or moan escaping sensually parted lips.
Vegeta’s arms wrapped around Bulma and held
her to him, his body meeting her every slow thrust until Bulma though she would
die from the slow build up of pleasure. She opened her eyes again and looked
down at Vegeta, their eyes locked and Bulma felt Vegeta’s body tense under her
as he let out a jagged breath and his body came into hers, his warmth spilling
into hers just as Bulma reached her own climax and fell exhausted onto Vegeta, her
damp blue hair plastered to her neck and back.
Vegeta lay still for several minutes;
listening to his mate’s heart beat in her chest, listening to her soft
breathing. He pulled her hair away from her face and looked down into those
blue eyes of hers that had captured him so long ago. “You’re perfect.” He told
her as he kissed her forehead and slowly moved Bulma off him and moved himself
down till he could rest his head on her chest.
Her small hands played with his hair as they
both retreated into the own thoughts, knowing that the time to talk would come
later and enjoying the silence and warmth of their companionship for the time
being.
~*~
“What was your planet like?” Bulma asked Vegeta
as she lent against the headboard of the bed and looked at her new mate as he
lazed on the pillow next to her like a big cat, yawning and stretching.
“It was s big place, or so it seemed to be as
a child.” Vegeta looked thoughtful and moved closer to Bulma. He put his head
on her stomach and continued, being open and direct with Bulma for the first
time since well, since ever. “It was busy and noisy and there was always
something happening. Always some fight or some big military leader coming or going.
I was pretty much allowed to come and go as I pleased as a child, but I spent
most my time training with Nappa or my father. Occasionally my father took me
with him on purging missions.” Bulma watched as Vegeta smiled faintly. “I used
to love wowing the other saiyan officers with my power.”
“I’ll bet you did.” Bulma stroked his hair
again, feeling a sense of regret that Vegeta’s entire life had been build around
how much power he had. “You don’t exactly seem like the shy and quiet type.”
Vegeta chuckled, his black eyes shining as he
contemplated his childhood memories. “Not really. Being angry and prideful was
more my forte, but then considering that my father raised me that isn’t much of
a surprise, he wasn’t exactly a ray of sunshine himself.”
“What happened to your mother?” Bulma asked
gently. She’d always been curious about Vegeta’s parents but he so rarely
opened up that she’d felt asking him about it would be a breech of his secrecy.
For a moment Bulma didn’t think Vegeta would
answer, then he looked at her a little sadly. “She died when I was young.” He looked away, perhaps re-living the pain of
his mothers death.
“How?” Bulma massaged the back of Vegeta’s
neck.
“She just got sick, none of the doctors knew
what was wrong with her and eventually she died.” Vegeta shrugged. “I don’t
remember her; I only know what my father told me about her. What about you,
woman? What was your childhood like?”
Bulma smiled as Vegeta’s tactful subject change.
“It was pretty much one adventure after another. Goku and Krillen and I used to
have all sorts of fun fighting the red ribbon army.” She smiled faintly. “Then
we all just grew apart and grew up. It wasn’t until the re-union when Raditz
showed up that I saw any of my old friends again.”
“Did you miss them?” Vegeta seemed curious.
“I missed Goku and Krillen. But Master Roshi
I could have done with out meeting again, and Yamcha and I had been on and off
even after the gang drifted apart.” Bulma yawned. “But…yeah I missed them. I
missed the adventure.”
Vegeta sat up and moved next to her.
“Bulma…when we get back to Earth what’s going to happen?”
“What do you mean?” Bulma raised her eyebrows
and looked at the spiky haired man next to her.
“With us. What’s going to happen to us? Are
we going to tell your friends about us or are you going to end it before we get
back?” Vegeta seemed nervous now. Perhaps he wasn’t quite as out of tune with
his emotions as Bulma had thought. Then again it was dangerous to assume anything
with Vegeta.
“Of course we’ll tell them about us, I’m not
embarrassed…are you?” Bulma watched his face carefully but Vegeta’s face was a
blank mask.
“No.” Vegeta seemed content now and
pulled her against him. “Do you want me to beat up your weakling ex?” He
brightened at the thought of a fight and his black mask was replaced by a bloodthirsty
look that shook Bulma to the core.
“Mmm.” Bulma thought about it. “If he annoys
you then go for it but don’t go looking for a fight.” She prayed that Yamcha wouldn’t
provoke Vegeta – he was more dangerous then the ex-bandit knew.
Vegeta raised his eyebrows and trolled his
eyes. “Well considering that being in the same room with the weakling annoys me
I guess I can look forward to a nice Yamcha beating when I get home.”
“You called it home.” Bulma looked at him in
amazement. “You actually called Earth home!”
Vegeta felt a smile tug at the corner of his
mouth. “Home is where your heart is Bulma.”
~*~