DISCLAIMER: Akira Toriyama = DBZ creator
Chapter 5 - Crawling in the Dark
The hot, arid wind swept over the rolling dunes lifting sand and
sending it spinning in tiny dust devils. Vegeta walked on the high
ridges of sand. The vast empty landscape suited him. It was
vacant, barren, devoid of life. Just like him.
His life had steadily fallen apart since he'd first come to Earth.
That was the beginning of the end of everything he'd known and come to
depend on. After Kakarotto defeated him that was one crack in the
armor that shielded his heart and soul from the world. He'd been
enraged to think that all his hard work and training had been futile.
Every ounce of self-respect he'd built up had been dashed away in one foul
sweep by a third class Saiyan.
And of course, Kuui his hated rival on Frieza's ship had no problem
with rubbing that fact in his face. It was like a lemon on a fresh,
bleeding wound. After that everything had come crashing down.
His hopes, dreams and aspirations for the future were now like so much
dust. Utterly worthless in the face of the storm.
That's how he felt. Like a storm that would never break.
Pent up emotions were coursing through him too quick to identify.
The only thing that made his bleak existence somewhat memorable was the
fact that he finally reached Super Saiyan. But even that had not
mattered against the androids.
If only he'd been first to ascend. Things would have been so
different. He would have crushed Frieza, and taken his time about
it. How many nights had he spent dreaming of Frieza's screams as
he tore the Ice-jinn into pieces? How many days upon days had he
dreamt of the day when he could finally avenge him and his people for all
the years of slavery under Frieza? If he would have known it would
turn out like this, would he even have bothered to train?
Of course. And twice as hard. Maybe then he'd have a shot.
Or kill himself trying. Either way seemed a satisfactory outcome
at the moment.
So much time wasted. So much of his life down the drain and what
did he have to show for it? True he had ascended. But when
a Super Saiyan got their ass kicked by an android (and a female at that)
all the work and effort seemed like a waste of time.
What was the point? Life had been nothing but a joke for so long.
If there was a God, he hated Vegeta no Ouji.
Vegeta stopped in his tracks and dropped to the ground.
Even being killed by Frieza didn't seem as bad anymore in comparison
to everyday life. If that was what his situation could be called.
Everyday he spent here he felt like he was being strangled. Everyday
there was another blow to his ego. In the end both sounded pretty
similar.
So why did he stay? The answer was simple. There was no
where else to go. Even if he wanted to leave, and he could at anytime,
there was nowhere that he could go. Anyone still alive from Frieza's
army were probably struggling for dominance in a universe that was suddenly
free in all senses of the word. Purging planets was a thing of the
past and any that still tried would be annihilated. Where would
he go? How many people out there would kill just to get a piece of
him? Not to mention old enemies in Frieza's army. There were
many who hated him just because he was Saiyan. That was one thing
he really never encountered on Earth. No one outside of the "z-fighter"
circle knew what the hell a Saiyan was. It was both a blessing and
a curse.
If he stayed here he wouldn't hear "stupid monkey" or any of the favorite
terms for Saiyan among Frieza's men.
But there were times when leaving seemed the only option. Right
now he could stay. He was far away from anyone who might bother him
as far as he knew. And he wanted to keep it that way. At least
until he figured out what he would do with himself.
That was the major point. What would he do now? Kakarotto
was dead, never to return. He'd never get the chance to wipe that
stupid smile of the bastards face. God, how he hated him. Everyone
loved him and if anything went wrong they looked to him to make it right,
because OBVIOUSLY no one else could do it. No one else was as strong
as him.
No one ever remembered all the stupid mistakes Kakarotto made because
they just loved him so much. Did anyone remember how he let go of
Radditz's tail and that foolishness had cost him his life. Did anyone
care that he'd been spared by the fool only to leave the dolt in the middle
of battle with Captain Ginyu, when the fool had actually trusted him to
fight on his side. And what about Frieza? The stupid ass hadn't
finished him off obviously. While the retard was gallivanting through
the galaxy Frieza showed up on Earth. Vegeta almost choked
to death on a spare rib. And yeah, that was Kakarotto's fault too.
Everyone was blind to his faults. The androids would never have been
created if he would have killed Dr. Gero. But did anyone blame him
for it? Hell no!
It was enough to make him want to puke. The stupid third-class
finally realized this after Cell. All the problems they had were
because of Kakarotto's weakness and stupidity. He even admitted it!
But they still loved him unconditionally. It wasn't right.
And here he was, he could hardly get any respect at all. Was
it because he wasn't merciful like Kakarotto? They should all know
by now what his mercy got them: More fucking problems.
What was the point of bitching about it? Obviously it wasn't
helping him. He'd come no closer to a decision on.. what? What
was he even trying to decide? He couldn't leave earth unless he had
a death-wish. What was he trying to decide? Kakarotto wasn't
coming back. Not even to fight him. There was nothing else
he really wanted to do.
He didn't want to stay and raise his brat. That thing had been
an accident anyway. And its mother…….
Oh, that's right.
That was why he'd come out here in the first place.
The onna. The damn woman.
She'd never made any demands on him during her pregnancy or any time
after that. Why? Didn't she want him around? Or did she
know that he didn't want anything to do with the brat? He'd agreed
to train the boy when he was old enough, but until then he was free.
But there was nothing to do.
Maybe that was why she hadn't made a big deal about it. She knew
he had nowhere to go.
"Damn that bitch!" he snapped. His voice echoed about him.
He quickly got to his feet. There was too much missing information.
He couldn't figure a thing out until he could figure her out. Or
at least understand her intentions where he was concerned.
Having made at least one decision he rose into the air, gaining speed
until he was far away from the barren waste and close to, dare he think
it? Home?
She was in the kitchen and his stomach growled loudly at that moment.
He frowned but headed inside. He walked up behind her silently and
before he could stop himself his hand reached out to squeeze her plump
little ass. She jumped in surprise, a gasp escaping her as she spun
to face him. She opened her mouth to deliver a scathing insult but
blinked in shock as she saw his face.
"What the hell did you do?" she gasped. Vegeta frowned
"What?" She reached up and gently touched his cheek and Vegeta
instinctively flinched. She sighed, and before he knew what was happening
the onna was in his arms, squeezing for all she was worth. A curious
warm feeling enveloped him even though he didn't know what the strange
gesture meant. He'd seen ningens do this to one another and while
watching from afar was one thing, experiencing the warm embrace was… nice.
She lifted her face to meet his curious gaze.
"You face is red as a lobster! Where the hell were you?"
"Desert." He muttered.
"Why?! No wonder your sun burned AND wind-burned it looks like.
Come sit." She demanded pushing him into a chair. He obeyed
and sat, to Bulma's and his own surprise. Why was he so willing to
do what she wanted? HE had come to demand some answers from her.
But just moments before, when she'd held him, for a moment he was almost..
happy. It was a surprising sensation, much different from the joy
of defeating an enemy.
And the even more surprising fact was, he liked it. So he was
unconsciously doing whatever she wanted to have more of that feeling.
He shook his head realizing suddenly that Bulma was headed out the door
muttering something about the garden.
What the hell is going on? He wondered. The first time they were
together it had been nothing but lust. Sure, she was attractive,
but he would never have lowered his standards to sleep with a ningen if
she wasn't.
Then she had told him she was pregnant. He'd been stunned, but
he should have known. He would have before her in fact, if he hadn't
shunned her after they first slept together.
But now. It was different. After all that had happened
with the androids and Cell he realized what he could have lost. And
the thought was more than unsettling because he realized he would miss
her. But she wasn't really his. Not really. But did he
really want to do that? Did he really want a crazy ningen as his
mate?
The door swung open and Bulma walked in. He noticed she wasn't
wearing a bra, as they were called. They were useless anyway.
In her hand were three small, blade-shaped, fleshy leaves lightly spotted
with pale green. She tore the skin off of one and he could see a
clear, oozing jelly-like center.
"What is that?" he asked backing away as she brought it towards his
face. She smirked at him.
"It's only a plant, Vegeta. It's called aloe. It helps
heal sunburn." He frowned, but said no more so she pressed the aloe
to his cheek and rubbed in with her fingers.
As she worked he was utterly silent so Bulma attempted to make
conversation.
"So why the desert?" she asked, not trying to sound too interested.
"Be alone." He muttered. She heard him though.
"Why? Your alone most of the time anyway."
"Every time I come in this damn building there is someone around.
Why not?" he said, not raising his voice. Bulma frowned.
"Why do you want to be alone?" she said, her voice dropping.
"Because." He said, equally soft.
"Do you hate me?" they locked eyes for a moment. The question
was totally off topic and completely unexpected. Vegeta blinked in
surprise but betrayed no other emotion. She wanted the truth,
he couldn't lie. Not to her. Not while staring into her luminous
blue eyes.
"No." he said. She smiled. Vegeta averted his gaze and
stared at his fingernails. Her fingers felt hot on his skin, even
with the cooling aloe. He hadn't realized he'd been burned until
she put that stuff on.
"Vegeta." He returned his eyes to hers.
"What?"
"Why don't you hate me?" He wanted to be angry. Why did
she keep asking questions? And why hadn't he blown up about it already?
He suddenly realized their close proximity, she was barely an inch away,
yet only her fingers touched his cheek. He wanted to pull away, but
he couldn't.
"I don't know." He said, barely above a whisper. Instantly their
lips met and they were locked in a fierce embrace. The toppled off
of the chair Vegeta had been sitting on but didn't seem to notice.
They were too busy tearing at each others clothes, trying to get them off
as quickly as possible.
Vegeta sat up and began to tug Bulma's jeans off. She pulled
her shirt off and he crawled over her and their lips met again. Their
kiss broke again as Vegeta pulled his shirt over his head.
He yanked off her underwear and began to tease her clit with his tongue.
One powerful arm wrapped around her thigh to bring her closer and hold
her still at the same time as she writhed beneath him. Her squeals
of delight were the sweetest torture ever inflicted on the Saiyan no Ouji
and she tasted perfect. The sensations flooding Bulma caused her
hips to buck and lift off the floor. Vegeta groaned and grabbed one
of her perky breasts, his thumb traced her nipple as he continued his oral
torture.
He couldn't believe how aroused he was. Sure he had been the
first two times they'd done this, but he'd never paid attention to her
needs. Now he wanted nothing more than to please her. And besides,
he was getting off just by the delighted squeals that passed her lips.
He didn't even care that they were in the middle of the dining room and
anyone could walk in at any moment. And if anyone actually did..
they would definitely regret it.
After several agonizing minutes Bulma screeched, her body trembling
wildly as her orgasm crashed over her. Vegeta lifted his head with
a veiled grin and licked his lips as Bulma lay panting. He took the
opportunity to tear his pants off. He was amazed at how badly he
wanted her. But first he drew up close and gave her a soft kiss.
She sat up, pushing him back.
"Lay down." She commanded, still panting. He tilted his head to the
side as if it would help him understand. "Do it." She urged.
When he complied as grabbed his stiff member and leaned down. He
gasped when he felt her warm, soft tongue lap at the tip. He bit
his lip to keep from crying out as she placed her lips on the head and
began to slide down the length, her tongue caressing the whole way.
Vegeta almost screamed as she began to bob her head. He clenched
his teeth but an occasional gasp still came out. It was too good.
He could feel the side of his face twitching, not to mention practically
everything else. With a strangled cry he came, and Bulma swallowed
it all like a champ. She sat up and giggled, a smile lit her face.
Vegeta sat up, his eyes wide with surprise.
"You like?" she asked. He didn't reply but instead climbed on
top of her and, spreading her legs with his knee, thrust inside her.
Bulma blinked in shock that he was hard again. She moaned loudly
as his length filled her.
Vegeta sighed as he entered her. She was warm, tight, and wet.
Her arms and legs wrapped around him as he began to thrust into her.
Her moans steadily grew louder until they began to hurt his ears.
But he didn't care. It was definitely worth the pain.
It was almost an hour later before they both came again, and by that
time, both were exhausted as they curled up in each other's arms in a sweaty
embrace. As their sweat began to cool Bulma shivered and Vegeta,
needing no more prompting, picked her up and carried her to her room.
Once inside he dropped her on her huge, overly-soft mattress and collapsed
next to her. Their arms wound around each other again and each gave
a contented sigh before sleep took them.
TBC...
There. I hope that didn't suck too much.