TITLE: Ice Cold Lover
AUTHOR: Kichi
RATED: NC-17
DISCLAIMER:  Dragonball Z belongs to Akira Toriyama. Not me.  But I make no money off of anything on my website so fuck off.  Thank you.
PAIRING: B/? and B/V
WARNING:  This fic contains stalkers, death, necrophilia, and angst and LEMON.
SUMMARY: Fuck that.  Read the fic already!
NOTES:  I don't have any… I'm confused…
ARCHIVED:  www.geocities.com/kichisama666/fanfiction.html
 
 

    Today was the day.  Today he would take control of his fate and make his dreams come true.  For months he had been watching her, watching her work, watching her undress, watching her fuck that bastard that never smiled.
    How could he take that luscious treasure for granted?  He watched the man yell at her and watched her scream back.  He would enjoy setting that brilliant soul free.  And then he would reap his reward for his hard work and planning.
    She would be his for a short while and then she would be free.
    God, he couldn’t wait.
    He had first seen her beautiful face about three months ago and his heart had given that sickening lurch it always did when he saw his newest prospect.  He had sat outside her window at night, he'd followed her when she went shopping.  Once he'd been sure the game was up one night as he sat under their window after her dark lover had pleasured her like he intended to once he helped her escape from his clutches.
    Vegeta was his name.  And her name was more beautiful than the rising sun, like her face and fair form.
    Bulma.
    And his Bulma had told Vegeta about him!  He'd been careless, she'd seen him more than once apparently, and when she confessed these fears that made his heart freeze in its tracks the one named Vegeta had laughed.
    "Silly onna, no one is following you." He'd said.  Bulma had laughed weakly and the subject was dropped much to his relief.

    He'd been much more careful since.  And now the day had finally come.  She would be his.  She was home all alone and would be for quite some time.  Vegeta had left with another man who was taller though somewhat similar in appearance. And he knew when those two left together they wouldn't return until very late and both would be exhausted and bloody.
    He had hours, but he didn't need hours to set her free.  He only needed a few seconds.  Then she would be his and she would be free.

    She was in her room when he found her.  She recoiled in fear, his heart trembled, his loins burned with lust.
    "I've come to release you." He said.  She backed away shaking her head in negation.  "You'll thank me for this, I promise." He encircled her beautiful flesh in his arms, kissed those sweet lips, and fired.

    Her blood and brains were leaking from the bullet wound.  The small caliber revolver had not exited, but had ricochet through her skull, pulverizing her brains in seconds.
    Now she was free, and she was his.

    He ran down the hall with her in his arms and put her in the back of his van and took off.

    He drove for only ten minutes.  Out of the city and into the wilderness.  His home, his safest place.  He could have her all to himself for hours.  No one would know.  No one would find him.  No one would stop him from taking his prize, from having his just reward.
He deserved this.  He needed this.

    Her skin was still warm.  Her blue eyes had faded.  The expression of horror was still on her face.
    God she was beautiful.
    Slowly he removed her clothes.  One article at a time.  Slowly, as though performing a crucial ritual.
    Each article smelled of her.  He would keep them all, sealed in plastic with the air removed to preserve that scent forever.  He slowly arranged her limbs before they stiffened from the chill of death.  He spread her legs wide, her lovely pussy was open and waiting for him.  Her breasts were a tantalizing shade of white.
    He bent low and plunged his tongue into her vagina and then lapped upwards.
    Oh baby, give it to me..
    Yes, yes… This is what he'd been craving.  His tongue mapped ever inch of her precious flower.  His cock was throbbing.
    "Tell me what you want, Bulma and I'll give it to you!" he moaned.
    More baby, lick me, suck me…  I want your cock inside me, please.. I beg you..
    He undid his belt with a feverish yank and fumbling hands pulled down his zipper and released his swollen head from it's hated restraints.  He suckled her breasts and buried himself within her, moaning aloud at the tight fit.
    Ooohh, yeah! Give it to me, baby!  Fuck me! Fuck me harder!
    He pumped his hips faster, crying out with each thrust.
    "Oh God, I love you!  I love you Bulma!  Thank God your mine!" he cried as he came inside her.  Thick black blood began to ooze from her parted, pale lips.  He reached up and smeared it down he neck and painted her breasts with the crimson fluid.
    "Your so beautiful." He sighed, pumping his flaccid cock inside of her.
    Give me more, I need more!
    He thrust again, growing hard once more.
    "I've been waiting for this for so long!  I don't want it to end!" he moaned as he thrust harder and faster, building up to another climax.  "This is for you my dear.  I love you so much!"
    Thank you, this is what I've been needing.   No one can make me come like you! He trust harder and harder his breath coming in strangled gasps.  His dick was about to explode.
    Come inside me, baby!  Come inside me, I beg you!
    He screamed with his release.
    And his cry of ecstasy was immediately followed by an agonized screeching wail.
    "What have you done?!" he heard a vaguely familiar voice scream.  He froze in shock, who would dare to interrupt this sacred union?
    Then he felt a sudden pain so intense he couldn't breathe, couldn't think, the world turned red.

    "No! NO! KAMI NO!" Vegeta screamed.  Goku tried to stop him, but his attempt was half-hearted.  He was numb with shock and grief.  Vegeta put his fist through the murderer's back, the whole while wailing like a madman.
    Bulma's killer fell back with a choked cry and her naked ravaged body was pitifully exposed.  The strength left Vegeta all together as he caught a full view of her body and he collapsed, burying his face in her hair and sobbing wildly.
    "No, no, no!" he wept.  Goku felt tears blurring his vision.

    Her ki had vanished during their sparring match and Vegeta had almost collapsed.  And when he used his instant transmission Bulma was gone.  But her blood had painted the walls and the faint smell of gunpowder lingered.
    Vegeta's eyes had grown impossibly wide, and he had staggered back a step.  His mouth worked soundlessly.
    "We'll find her Vegeta, just hang on." Goku had gasped and was bent double with concentration as he tried to find her.
    But her chi was gone.  She was dead.
    But he could distinguish an unfamiliar chi that had been in the very room and easily tracked it.
What they saw then was more than enough to make their blood run cold.
    A man neither had ever seen was on top of her naked body.  He was fucking her.  Fucking her dead body.  Fucking a corpse.  He shuddered and cried out in pleasure.  He cried out that he loved her, that he'd done it for her.
    The mother fucker.
    Her bloodstained clothes were laid out next to them and her hair was black with blood.  Her skin was already blue with the chill of death.  Her expression was frozen with fear and blood was smeared down her neck and covered her breasts.
    The man was thrusting feverishly into her dead body.
    He said: "This is for you my dear.  I love you so much!"

    And then Vegeta screamed.

    It was the most sorrowful, heart-rending sound he'd ever heard and it immediately dissolved into broken sobs.
    "What have you done?" Vegeta cried and shot forward burying his fist into the man's back and tearing out his heart.  He pulled him off of Bulma and collapsed next to her, throwing himself on her, weeping.  Goku felt his tears sliding down his face.
    "Why her?  She didn't-" he broke off with a hiccupping gasp.  "Didn't deserve t-this.." his words dissolved into loud wailing cries.  "S-she told me- I didn't believe her!" he moaned.
    "We can wish her back, Vegeta!" Goku cried, his voice cracking as more tears spilled.
    "Buh-but I didn't believe her!" he screeched.  "She told me s-someone was following her!  Look at her!  Look what he did to her!" he cried louder.  His tear-filled gaze switched to the dead man lying in a nest of rotted leaves.  "How could you do this?!" he screamed as if the man was still alive and could answer.  He fell upon the body, bringing his fists down on the corpse in his fury and breaking every bone.  He felt hands trying to restrain him, and his aura ignited in a blaze of heavenly gold.  His hair turned pale blond and his eyes grew a livid green.  The body was hammered into a blood-soaked pulp under his fists.

    At last there was nothing left resembling Bulma's killer.  Only a deep crater with bits of flesh at the bottom.  He moaned softly and crawled to Bulma's side.  Goku let him go and struggled with his own tears.
    Vegeta stared at her gaping thighs in horror and clasped her cold knees.  But the slight pressure he exerted to close her legs and end the awful allusion of compliance wasn't working.  She was stiff and cold and he recoiled with a keening wail.
    "I-I can't-" he moaned, his sobs tearing at Goku's heart.  Her legs would have to be broken, or her tendons cut.  Neither had the heart to do it, yet, to leave her in such a state..
    "Vegeta, I know you think this is your fault, but it isn't.  And the dragon balls are active.  They've been for months.  We can wish her back."  Vegeta sat up and gazed at him in disbelief.
    "But I can't leave her like this." He cried.  "I have to- I can't leave her." He said, his voice high-pitched and panicked.  Goku sensed Vegeta's near-hysteria and crawled over to him and shook him roughly.  Vegeta shook almost convulsively , his face was flushed and tear stained and set in a terrible pain-filled grimace.
    "Vegeta.  We can wish her back.  Tonight.  We'll take her home and get the radar.  We'll find them all tonight and wish her back." He said, shaking the smaller Saiyan.
    "But I promised her I wouldn't let anyone hurt her." He said, his features twisting as more tears surfaced.  "She'll hate me now.." his words dissolved into silence and he shook with grief.  Goku saw more tears spill down Vegeta's pale face and sighed, drawing him into his embrace.  Vegeta stiffened and tried to pull away, but the attempt was out of reflex only.  He shook harder in Goku's arms, his sobs muffled into Goku's shirt.  Goku dared not glance at his best friends body and his own tears fell harder.
    "That's not true, Vegeta.  I know Bulma.  She loves you.  She always will."  Vegeta wrenched away his gaze bitter and accusing.
    "I promised her!" he cried, his voice cracking with grief.
    "I know that." Goku cut in.  "And I know Bulma.  She will never hold this against you.  She loves you Vegeta.  She knows you tried."
    "It doesn't matter." Vegeta snarled, his voice thick with unshed tears.  "Even if she does hate me.  As long as she's alive."
    "Vegeta.."  The stricken Saiyan Prince ignored him and gently rearranged Bulma's limbs without breaking them.  He hated touching her cold flesh, it filled him with disgust and shame that he should loathe to touch his mate, even if she was dead.
    He slowly bent her knees, careful not to damage anything.  It was hard but not impossible.  She was carved out of wood it seemed.
    He dressed her in her blood-stained clothes and gently lifted her.  Goku raised two fingers to his forehead and they reappeared in the bedroom.  The blood stains on the walls were a testament to her violent death and he carried her to his old room and lay her on his bed.  Her cold blood had stopped flowing.  He gently covered her with a blanker and closed her lifeless eyes.

    He finally tore his eyes away and Goku stood with the radar in his hand.
 

    Bulma's eyes shot open with a gasp and she screamed.    She clutched her head and felt her matted hair, felt the sticky blood and her hand came away red.  The door was kicked off his hinges as Vegeta plowed into the room.
    Her eyes were wide and brimming, she saw his pale, ravaged features, and burst into noisy tears.  She felt his arms around her and was shocked into silence as she heard his quiet sobs and felt his entire frame shaking.
    "I'm so sorry.." he moaned repeatedly.  Bulma felt ice pump through her veins.  It had really happened.
    "He killed me." She said softly, he eyes wide and staring.  "You brought me back?  Oh God, where's Trunks?!  He didn't see anything-"
    "No.  He had no clue.  He's in America with your mother- remember? I found you…" he rasped.  At last Bulma pulled herself from the tormented thoughts of her last moments and stared down at the Saiyan no Ouji that clung to her, crying quietly.  She felt her heart twist.
    "Vegeta.  It's alright now.  I- I just need to wash my hair.  I'm fine, I swear.  It's ok." She said as she tried to soothe him.
    "I promised you I wouldn't let anyone hurt you!" he fairly shrieked.  His head lay on her lap and his arms clutching at her as if she'd be torn away at any moment.  "When we got back here you were-" he choked and shuddered.  "You were dead!" He finished loudly.  "I'm sorry, I'm sorry.." he moaned.
    Bulma felt more hot tears slide down her skin.  Kami, she'd never seen him so distraught!  Not even when she'd learned the full extent of the abuse he endured at Frieza's hands.   That night was a story in itself.
    If she'd ever doubted that he loved her, she could never after this.  She felt her heart swell with love and pride.  She shook her head, desperately trying to banish her killers face.  The misery in her lover's eyes was enough to push away the memory and replace it with concern for him.  The irony of the situation didn't amuse her as irony usually did.
    "Vegeta, you don't have to be sorry.  I love you.  And I know you tried." She said softly, tugging his arms that clung to her like ivy.  He looked up into her blood-stained face, his eyes wide and still spilling tears.
    "Trying doesn't mean shit!  Especially after-" he stopped and his gaze immediately averted.  He angrily brushed away his tears, but could not stop the flow.  He felt like a failure.  Never had any defeat stung quite like this.  He hadn't been able to save her, so it was fairly obvious to him that he no longer deserved her.
    And he couldn't tell her- Ever- What the sick fuck had done with her body.  He would take that knowledge to the grave no matter what she said.  She never needed to know something like that.
    "After what?" she said her voice soft and entreating.
    "Nothing." He said, his voice flat and hollow.  She got down on her knees and stared into his eyes.  His soul shivered with delight.  She was alive, she was whole and undamaged.  The matted blood in her hair was ghastly, yes, but she was as beautiful then as she'd always been.  The bond he'd had with his that had been so viciously rent in two was restored.
    But the blistering shame he felt when he'd found an empty room with the walls painted with her blood, when he'd been unable to find her or her killer until Kakarotto found his chi and tracked him- it had been unendurable.  But he'd done it and seeing her alive and undamaged didn't relieve it, it only increased.  Seeing that open trust in her eyes was like a knife in his heart.  How could she look at him like that?  How could she ever put her faith in him again?
    Bulma saw the blatant guilt and misery in Vegeta's eyes and couldn't fully comprehend it.  She knew he felt bad that he hadn't been able to stop the insane stranger who had taken her life- well, 'bad' was a bit of an understatement, she had no idea the self-loathing he felt- but she was alright now.  A little scared and a lot repulsed, she wasn't sure when she would be able to shake the feelings, but none of it was Vegeta's fault.  She didn't understand why he couldn't see that.
    "Vegeta, I'm alright now.  I promise.  What can I say to make you understand?"
    "Nothing, Bulma.  I can't take care of you anymore you don't have to explain a thing." He said softly.  Bulma's eyes widened in shock.
    "What do you mean?" she said quickly, alarms going off in her head.  He couldn't mean-
    "I failed you.  Worse than any failure in my life.  I don't deserve you anymore.  I can't protect you, I am… nothing." He said, his voice barely above a whisper.  He broke eye contact again, so great was his shame and she saw another tear slip down his too-pale flesh.
    "No!" Bulma cried.  "No I won't let you do this!" she grabbed his shoulders and tried to shake some sense into him, but as usual his immense strength made the effort impossible.  "Vegeta, look at me damn it!" she cried, trying to catch his gaze.  He avoided her eyes like a child immersed in guilt.  "Stop it!" she screamed, tugging his ear.  He flinched from the volume and pitch of her voice, but slowly his red-rimmed eyes met hers.
    "But Bulma-" he began.  She silenced him with her mouth on his lips.
    "How could you say such a thing?" She cried when they parted at last.  "This is not. Your. Fault. There wasn't a thing you could do, or else you would have.  You brought me back to life, isn't that enough?"
    "No!" he cried.  "You don't know-" he abruptly stopped again, his flesh growing pale again.
    "Don't know what Vegeta?  And this time you better tell me damn it!" she snapped, her fingers digging into the flesh of his upper arms.  His expression abruptly grew tortured and his chin began to quiver.  She grimaced at the sight.  He wouldn't tell her.  He couldn't- but it didn't matter.  She had every right to know.  "Vegeta.  Tell me what he did or I'll find out one way or the other."
    "No!" he moaned , turning away.  His eyes clenched shut and she saw a few wayward tears escape.  She grimaced again.  She didn't like doing this to him.  He was still emotionally immature and the very fact that he couldn't stop the flow of tears was probably driving him crazy.  But she had to know.
    "Tell me!" she bellowed.
    "NO!" he screamed back wrenching out of her grasp.  She dove off the bed and tackled him.  She clung to the hem of his shorts and almost yanked them down.  She wrapped her arms and legs around his right leg and he glared down at her, but the anger was convoluted by the grief and shame still swimming in his eyes.
    "Fine I'll ask Dende.  He'll tell me." She snapped.
    "Fine!" he snarled, his voice cracking.
    "God damn it Vegeta!  Tell me what happened I deserve to know."
    "No you don't!" He cried, almost horrified.  "Bulma-" he stopped and again scrubbed away more tears and in a soft, tired voice he said:   "Let me go."  There was a double meaning behind those words and she remembered what he'd said earlier.
    "I failed you.  Worse than any failure in my life.  I don't deserve you anymore.  I can't protect you, I am… nothing."
    "No!" she shrieked.  "Never, Vegeta.  Not in a million fucking years!  Your mine!  I'm yours.  I won't let you do this.  If I have to tell you this one more time I'm going to go insane: IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT!" She began to weep as she clung to him.  "You can't leave me now! I- I can't live without you!  How can you do this to me, you might as well have left me to rot!" she cried, her eyes spilling crystalline tears.
    Vegeta grimaced and sank down next to her.  She flung herself into his arms, still sobbing.  He held her close, his hands racing across her warm flesh, shuddering as he remembered the feel of her cold and stiff.  Had it only been a few hours ago?  He was exhausted emotionally and physically.  Kami he'd never felt this way in his life!  Even all the abuse and humiliation he'd endured paled in comparison to this pain.
    Didn't she realize that she deserved someone better?  Obviously not, judging by the way she was clinging to him and carrying on.  He stared at the black blood still matted into her beautiful hair and lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bathroom. She still wept and shivered and his decision to leave her for someone better, seemed at that point a ridiculous idea.  He tried to dismiss the shame and pain, and to some extent it faded, but he would never forget this day and would keep every available sense trained on her and Trunks at all times.  He didn't want to leave her at all, his blood still burned for her touch, he still would give his last drop of blood for her.
    "Vegeta don't  leave me." She breathed, her voice quavering.   He sighed, his heart clenching.
    "As you wish." He said and set her feet on the floor of the bathtub.  He peeled of her clothes and then turned on the hot water and as she stood under the spray letting the water wash the dried blood out of her hair, Vegeta tore off his clothes and jumped in behind her.
    He gripped her hips and pressed his erection into her soft behind, he moaned softly at the contact.  What would he do if she was not here with him right now?  What if they hadn't been able to find the dragon balls so fast?  He owed that to Kakarotto.  He owed a lot to the other Saiyan now.  Kakarotto had found Bulma's murderer.  Not him.
    Without the instant transmission they would still be searching for the damn things.  And Vegeta didn't even want to contemplate what state he would be in at the moment if not for that coveted technique.
    He grabbed the shampoo from Bulma's fumbling grasp and squirted a small handful on her scalp and gently began to rub it in.  The bubbles were pink with the remaining blood and as soon as her hair felt clean he released her and she dipped her head under the spray again.  He smiled as the suds washed away revealing that much-loved shade of blue.  He grasped her breasts and kneaded them.  She moaned softly and pushed her hips back, grinding against his arousal.  He moaned again and slid his hand down to the juncture between her thighs.  He found her throbbing bud instantly and slowly began to massage it, pulling Bulma against his chest with his other hand.  He lazily groped her breasts with one hand.  She moaned louder and her legs began to tremble.  His fingers worked faster and her whole body began to shudder, her cries grew louder.
    He moaned again as he sweet little ass rubbed against his arousal again and without ceasing in his ministrations he used his other hand the push her head down a bit and entered her from behind.
Their moans echoed simultaneously and he began a quick, hard rhythm.  Bulma pushed against the shower wall and thrust back to meet him.  He massaged her throbbing clit faster and he whole body tensed.  He gasped as she tightened around him and pumped harder.  Suddenly Bulma screamed her release, her inner walls throbbing and pulsing around him.  He came instantly, crying his pleasure aloud.
    The warm water rolled down their heated flesh as the gasped for breath.  Vegeta held Bulma upright as the strength left her legs and he used his foot to shut off the water.  He pushed open the glass door with his toe and picked her up, igniting his ki and drying them both in a short burst.
Bulma shivered at the electrifying feel of Vegeta's ki, and lay her head on his shoulder.  He suddenly stopped and dropped her.  She bounced on the mattress with a small grin and he crawled into bed with her.
    He spread her thighs, sighing with pleasure, ignoring the thought of that horrifying moment when he tried the close her stiff cold legs after that bastard had left her like that.
    She stared up at him with those beautiful blue eyes, so full of love and trust it made him shudder.  He bent down and slowly licked her quivering flower.
    She immediately bucked with a sharp moan and her lay down before her, his arms wrapped around her thighs.  His tongue sought that bead of pleasure and slid over it rapidly.  Her thrashing and moaning made him grow painfully hard in seconds and the thought of burying himself to the hilt inside of her again seemed almost too tempting.
    He ignored that thought for the moment and sucked the tiny bead.  Bulma screamed her back arched.  He felt her trying to escape, as she usually did when he gave her two orgasms in a row.
She'd told him once before she needed more time to recover.  He'd laughed and dove at her again, making her come three times in a row.  She'd almost broken his grip a few times as she thrashed and moaned and screamed.  She'd cried at the end and he'd been seriously worried.  But she'd been quick to assure him that she was alright.  She'd been unused to experiencing that much pleasure in so short a time.  So he felt it his duty to get her used to it.
    "Oh God, oh God!" she cried as he continued his oral torture.  She suddenly screamed again, lifting off the mattress and when he tried to continue she squirmed wildly.  "Stop, Vegeta!" she gasped and he immediately released her.  She pounced on him, knocking him back and she grabbed his throbbing cock and her small pink tongue darted out at lapped the tip.  He fell back with a moan as she drew his entire length into her mouth and began to suck.  She increased her pace and he moaned desperately.  He gently pushed her onto her back and thrust into her with a cry that was drowned out by her lovely moan.
    Their cries intermingled as he thrust into her rapidly, their climax drew near rapidly and his harsh shuddering moan torn the silence followed by Bulma's high-pitched cry.
    They collapsed in each other's arms gasping for breath.  Vegeta's hands slowly made passes over her trembling body and he breathed a sigh of relief.  He'd never cherished her more than this moment.  She had almost been snatched away from him forever.  It had been unendurable, he still wasn't sure how he hadn't detonated on the spot.
    If Kakarotto hadn't been there to help him, Kami knew what he'd have done when he finally did find her.  He shivered suddenly and clutched Bulma tighter.  He felt her lips curve upward against his cheek and she squeezed him back.
    "I love you." She sighed.
    "Bulma, I would die for you.  I will die for you.   I will never-" His voice cracked and she felt him shudder.
    "Shh." She said squeezing him tighter.  "I know."  After several moments of silence he whispered softly in her ear.
    "I love you, Buruma.  Don't leave me again."  Her eyes filled with tears again, but this time they were tears of joy.
    "Never."
 
 
 
 

Awww!  Wasn't that so sweet?  Well, the end I mean, the beginning was sick I admit, but hey- I'm  a sick twisty fuck.  I like it.