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Tail--Eight
Konban wa, minna! Here's the next chapter--full of lemony goodness. I hope
it makes sense...lemons are rather hard to write. Especially since I don't
want it to sound gross and squishy. And with this lemon, it actually has
relevance to the story!! {{shock}} Everyone, pick up your jaws from the
floor...yes...make sure you get the right one...good...okay! Now enough of
me ramblin'...prepare the sporks for a lemony good time! Gie-chan
~In the Air~
Ranma sailed in his arc, trying to right himself so he didn�t
land on his head, or worse yet, his tail. He finally touched down, on
his feet, thank goodness, and noticed he landed on the outskirts of
Nerima. �Boy, Akane really has an arm on her. I think this is the
farthest she�s ever sent me flyin�!�
�Do you want to go for another try, Ranma-baka?� Ranma
spun around and was confronted with the Super Saiya-jiin Akane;
huffing and puffing from her anger, wielding her mallet as a baseball
bat. �Because I�m ready for another try up at bat!�
Ranma widened his eyes and started to back away slowly,
waving his hands in front of himself. �Hey, Akane-chan, you know I
was just teasin� you! I do that all the time. Now, put the mallet
back from where you found it, and we�ll go home and get some real
clean clothes on, alright?� Ranma suddenly stopped, for he had
backed up against a wall.
Akane kept coming closer, an unnatural light glinting in her
sea-green eyes. She smirked evilly. �Oh, I don�t think we need
those clothes right now, Serori-chan.� Akane reached out with one
hand and pulled the tie to her ill-fitting gi top loose. With her other
hand, she put her mallet back in sub-space. She reached for Ranma
and pulled him close. �You know, Ranma, I remember what we were
about to do when we were in Oozaru form.�
Ranma scrunched his face up, trying to remember. His eyes
widened suddenly. He glanced at her, interest and something else
shone in his eyes. �You do?�
She nodded, eyes closed slightly. She wrapped her
yellow-furred tail around his upper thigh, gently applying pressure.
His dark-brown one snaked out and captured Akane around her
waist, bringing her closer. �I do, Ranma. And I was very
disappointed that we didn�t get to finish what we started...� With
that, she started to kiss his bare chest, nipping and licking a path all
the way up to his shoulders, and the Mark she created in Oozaru
form. It had healed over, thanks to the switch back, and the senzu
bean. But a faint outline still remained where her gigantic canines
broke the skin. Akane breathed on the Mark and the area around it,
barely flicking her tongue across the surface of his skin.
Ranma groaned in her ear. The delicious sensations she was
creating were wreaking havoc on his already weakened control. He
suddenly cried out in surprise, more so than pain, when she, with no
warning, broke open the skin again. She swirled her tongue around
the bite area, causing Ranma to growl deep in his throat and tighten
his grip on her. Akane suckled on the wound, cleaning up the spilled
blood that ran down his neck and shoulders and pooled in his blades.
She nipped her way back up his sinewy neck and played with his ear,
tickling the fine hairs that rested there. Ranma shivered as
thousands of electric tingles shocked his nervous system.
Akane traced his sides and stomach with roving fingers. She
reached behind Ranma and rubbed his back, running her fingers over
the thickly corded muscles that twitched excitedly when her fingers
passed over them. Her hands found the base of his tail, and gently
massaged around it, making a complete revolution around the base.
She gave it a light pinch.
Ranma spasmed; the sensations sweeping across his synapses
in his spine overran his control and squashed it like a tiny bug.
Ranma growled at Akane and started to ravish her neck with
reckless abandon. He found the Mark he had made on her and
reopened it as well with a savage nip. He drank up her blood and
moved to her mouth, wanting to taste the inside of that, as well. His
hands roamed over her body freely, touching and teasing certain
areas with the lightest of feather-touches. They drifted around
her shoulders and he pushed off the gi top with careless flick of the
wrist. She stood there, in her naked glory, with only a smile and a
yellow glow to cover herself.
Akane backed up a bit, letting him get a better view of her.
She smirked at him, enjoying his reaction to her. �Kawaiikune
otemba? I think not.�
He devoured her figure greedily. �No, you never were.
You�re my Kiiro Himawari--my Yellow Sunflower.�
Akane�s eyes softened. �That�s sweet, Ranma-chan.� They
met for a tender kiss. When they pulled away, Akane�s eyes turned
lustful. �Your sunflower needs some sun, Ranma. What are you going
to do about it?�
He smirked. �Well, I�ll just have to shoo away the clouds.�
He reached down and pulled off the blanket that he had wrapped
around his waist several times. Akane returned Ranma�s smirk and
crushed herself to Ranma, molding her body against his. �Is it sunny
enough for you, Hima-chan?�
She nodded, rubbing her body up alongside his, eliciting
several growls from his throat. �Your flower is in full bloom, ready
to be picked.� They both started to float off the ground and fly
high in the air, above the street and into the thick clouds that
enveloped the Saiya-jiin with their fluffiness.
Ranma shifted slightly and brought Akane�s legs up around his
waist. He nuzzled her neck, biting her ear as he spoke. �I guess I�ll
have to gather my share of the bounty, then.� With that, he thrust
into her, not stopping until he was fully penetrated.
Akane cried out in pleasure. There was no pain, since her
hymen had been broken years earlier due to her vigorous training.
For the first time, though, each felt whole; complete. After been
denied and waiting for so long, the halves had finally merged to
become one.
They sat there for a minute, just basking in the pleasure of
being together. Ranma started thrusting slow and even, gradually
increasing his speed to match her intensifying need.
Akane cried out in estcasy, her aura growing stronger and
brighter with each of Ranma�s thrusts. She entangled her hands in
his hair, undoing his already mussed pigtail and causing his hair to
explode into wild tufts that swept up and off to one side. Ranma
wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her tighter to him.
His aura brightened and pulsed in time with hers.
With a final thrust, and a cry from both, Ranma and Akane;
Serori and Seiika, sealed their Bond for eternity, and became one in
their heart, mind, body, and soul. They climaxed, howling each
other�s name and with a final flash of their auras, Ranma released
his seed into Akane.
They panted, leaning on each other, sweat glistening in the
night air. No words were needed, for the Union opened a link
between their minds. Akane rested her forehead against Ranma�s,
as a soft red light surrounded them both. Ranma leaned forward
and gently bit Akane�s nose, holding it in-between his teeth. Akane
responded to the kiss by grasping his chin with her own.
�I suppose we�d better go home. The others are probably
there, already, and wondering where we are.� Akane released
Ranma�s chin and lightly kissed the corner of his mouth, burying her
hands deeper within his tangled mane of hair.
�So? We�re big kids, now. We can stay out after dark.� He
grinned and nuzzled her ear, growling softly under his breath.
�You animal...not satiated yet?� Akane purred seductively,
intertwining her now brown tail around his own. He shook his head
and kissing her mouth, began to re-establish a rhythm, faster and
harder than before. Akane matched his thrusts, and soon both
reached and cried out their climax again, their aura exploding on
release.
They occupied each other for several hours, basking in each
other�s presence, and in the Link their Union created, in oh so many
ways.
Finally, after feeling satisfied enough within each other�s
embrace, Ranma pulled out of Akane for the last time and wrapped
her tight within his strong arms, feeling her heartbeat settle slowly
to match his own once again. They floated down together to where
their �clothes� lie, and dressed each other, save a few kisses and
caresses interrupting the process. The two mated Saiya-jiin blasted
off toward home, to end a life there, and start a new life in another
place.
***
~Capsule Corp~
Bulma landed the jet and once she climbed out, encapsulated
it with a push of a button. She put it back in storage and walked
inside the living headquarters of one of the largest corporations in
Japan. When she entered the main living area, she was greeted by
the sight of her mother in a stunning green-sequined evening gown,
primping herself in front of a mirror on the wall.
�Konban wa, �Kaasan. Where are you going all dressed up?�
�Konban wa, Bulma-chan.� Mini Briefs greeted her daughter.
�Your �Tousan and I have a banquet to go to in Tokyo. Some inventor
friends of his that always get together.� She shrugged. �Don�t wait
up; we�re staying overnight.�
Bulma smiled at her mother. �I just got back from Tokyo.
Have fun, �Kaasan. Don�t drink too much.� She paused and asked
off-handedly. �Did Vejiita talk to you, yet?�
Mini rolled her eyes. �Yes, dear. Vejiita-san did �tell� me that
his sister and her �mate� are going to be staying with us for awhile. I
had the bots prepare the large suite on the West wing.� Mini smiled
at Bulma and winked. �He seemed rather nervous when he was
talking to me. Would you know why, dear?�
Bulma nervously laughed and shrugged her shoulders. �Why
would I know that? It�s not like he talks to me, or anything.� She
blushed a bit, embarrassed by her behavior and her mother�s
question.
Mini just smiled knowingly at her daughter�s discomfort.
�Don�t worry, dear. Everything will turn out all right in the end.� Dr.
Briefs walked into the room, indicated he was ready, and walked
outside. Mini patted her daughter�s hand and picked up her purse,
readying to leave for the night.
�Ano...do you know in which direction Vejiita was headed?�
Bulma asked casually, trying not to sound nervous herself.
Mini shook her head. �Iie, I don�t, Bulma-chan. I saw him
head towards the East wing earlier, but he could be anywhere, now.�
Bulma nodded her thanks. �Hai. Good night, �Kaasan. Have
fun.� She turned toward the East wing, where her bedroom suite
was located, but stopped when her mother called out to her.
�Bulma-chan, matte!�
She turned around to face her mother, who had stopped in
the door frame. �Nani?�
�Your �Tousan and I just wanted to let you know that we
approve of your choice. He�s a real hottie!� She winked at her, blew
a kiss, and continued out the door. �Have fun tonight, dear!�
Bulma�s eyes were wide as she stared at the closed door her
mother walked out. She blinked several times before she shook her
head in wonder. She would never understand her mother. Never.
Bulma continued down the stretching hallways, making her
way to her suite of rooms. She walked into the burgundy and
hunter-green decorated suite of rooms and turned on the lights.
She called out to Vejiita, but received no answer. She shrugged and
moved into the bedroom. Here, she was greeted with a slight
surprise. On the table next to her dresser rested a small vial and an
envelope with her name on it. On top of the envelope was a red rose,
still in it�s bud form.
She smiled slightly to herself and picked up the rose, smelling
its sweet aroma. She found a crystal vase and placed the rosebud
within, and rested it on her dresser. She picked up the envelope and
opened it, to find a slip of paper with one line of roughly scratched
script upon it.
~~Onna--Take this and use it.~~
Bulma fingered the small bottle and opened the stopper. She
smelled it and was pleasantly surprised. �How did he get a hold of
bath oils? I don�t think I�ve ever smelled something so...� She
smiled inwardly and shook her head, walking into the bathroom.
Here, she was surprised again. The furo was already
prepared and filled with steaming water. On a small table next to
the tub rested a plate of fruit and a glass of champagne. Next to
the glass was another red rose, slightly more open than the one
before. She plucked a few grapes and popped them in her mouth.
�Mmmm...those hit the spot.� She quickly got undressed and tossed
her clothes into the hamper. She sat down on a stool, and scrubbed
and rinsed her body and her hair with cold water, preparing herself
for the steaming bathwater that awaited her.
She poured the vial of oil into the bath, and swirled the
water around to create the foaming bubbles. Bulma giggled a little,
remembering her last bubble bath was when she was about seven
years old. She slowly sank into the frothy water, feeling the hot
water seep into her muscles and work out the kinks and knots the
long day created. She reached for her champagne glass and fruit
and gleefully indulged herself; she deserved this. Bulma closed her
eyes and sank deeper into the water, letting the bubbles of the
water and the champagne pop away her worries.
After a half an hour or so of luxuriantly floating in the water,
she reluctantly climbed out of the still-steaming furo and dried her
body off with a big fluffy towel that rested on the vanity. She
donned her robe, and picking up the rose, walked into the bedroom
feeling very comfortable and relaxed, skin radiating from the heat
and the oils Vejiita gave her to use.
In there, she was greeted again by another rose, this one
almost full bloom, and a note on the bed.
~~Onna--wear this.~~
She picked up the silk dress that was folded neatly on the
bed. She held it up to herself and shook her head in wonder. She
pulled it over her head and zipped it up. The dark purple silk fell in
smooth folds around her petite frame, accentuating her soft curves
in all the right places. A even darker purple rosette pattern floated
throughout the material. The dress itself was sleeveless, with thin
spaghetti straps; ankle-length, with a slit on each side that rose to
dizzying heights. The hint of cleavage gave just a tantalizing peek
of what lay underneath. All in all, it was a gorgeous dress, and Bulma
smirked ruefully; it showed that the gruff Saiya-jiin Prince had
impeccable taste.
Speaking of the Prince, as Bulma placed the two new roses
into the vase on her dresser, she glanced into the mirror and found
him standing on her balcony, staring at her with a look of rare awe
on his face. She turned around to take in his own image, face to
face.
He looked devastatingly handsome. He wore a skin-tight
black bodysuit with gleaming white armour that winked at her in the
moonlight. A black velvet cape with dark purple lining billowed out
behind him, waving gently along with his tail in the warm breeze. A
circle of gold curved around his firehead, the dark red stone restig
at the point of his widow�s peak. His Saiya-jiin pendant gleamed on
his chest, and in his gloved hand, another rose, this one in full bloom.
Vejiita and Bulma stared at each other, silenced by each
other�s presence. Bulma was the first to break the trance. She
inclined her head and gave a small nod of greeting. �Hi.�
Vejiita blinked and blushed slightly. He nodded and stepped
inside the room. �Onna. You...you aren�t as ugly as you usually look,
tonight.�
Bulma blushed, recognizing the compliment. �You�re not that
bad-looking yourself, Otoko.�
Vejiita handed her the rose, and Bulma placed it with the
three others she received earlier. �Arigato.�
He grunted in reply and studied her for a moment. �Are you
ready?� He asked quietly.
She nodded, and reaching for her hand, he pulled her out into
the night and onto the balcony. The almost-full moon shone down
softly in the almost-clear sky. He continued to hold her hand as he
stared into the night sky. �On Vejiita-sei, this ceremony is usually
held in front of the entire population, followed by a feast and a
match between the best senshi. Seiika and Serori performed theirs
during the Royal Honor Guard Ceremonies. They weren�t supposed to
do it then, and it was highly unexpected.�
He pointed to a spot in the southern half of the sky. �That
spot right there is where Vejiita-sei would be, if it still existed
today. It created the point in the Constellation Ya Senshi, or Arrow
of the Warrior.� He traced the constellation out for her.
He turned to look in her eyes. �Me, Seiika, Serori, Kakarotto
and his brat are all that is left of my race, my people. There might
be more out there; I don�t know who was off-planet at the time
Friiezer blew it up.� A look of disgust flashed across his face.
He took a deep breath and continued. �Saiya-jiin don�t put
much faith in many things; only our pride and our fighting abilities
ring true and can be counted upon in time of battle. We don�t have
any ruling deities, or sacred traditions, except for First Rites and
the Mating Ceremony.� Bulma opened her mouth to speak, but
Vejiita halted her with a gloved finger on her lips.
�Hush, Onna. Let me speak. I may not be this open again.�
She nodded and he moved his finger to her cheek, caressing it as he
spoke. �I understand that the Humans on Chikyuu have many
ceremonies, and gods, and rites. You will have to remember, often,
that I am not Human, Onna, and never will be. Knowing your temper,�
he smirked as she scowled, �you will forget this.� He moved his hand
to her slightly damp hair and brushed a few stray strands back.
�The Link we will create with the Bonding will be all-encompassing.
You will feel my emotions, and I, yours. We will be able to sense
each other�s pain,� he paused, blinked, as if remembering something
for the first time. His lip curled slightly, a hint of a sardonic grin
exposed. �And each other�s joy.�
His face turned serious and he held both of her hands within
his own. �Do you wish to continue with the ceremony, knowing what
you do of me, my race, and my history? Because, once the Bond
forms, it cannot be broken, or bent, or twisted in any way. We will
be Mated for Eternity, our souls fused. Do you accept the Bond,
Bulma?�
Her face serious, she spoke. �I accept the Bond, Vejiita. I
accept you, for you.� She smiled and winked. �Pride and all.� He
scowled, but said nothing. �I understand you are not Human, but
Saiya-jiin, and will try to remember that in the future when my
patience has been worn rice-paper thin.�
She reached out and touched his cheek, tracing his high
cheekbone structure with a finger. �I will also try and remember
that, being an endangered species,� she smirked and moved her
hand to glance over his high forehead and scowl lines. �That the
need to repopulate the species will fall to me.� Vejiita�s eyes
widened with the implication. He hadn�t thought that far ahead, yet.
She continued, unaware of his thoughts. �I will love the children we
create together, for they will be made from the love of our souls.
They will be raised to know both their heritage�s, Human and
Saiya-jiin.� She dropped her hands to enclose his once more.
�Do you accept me, Vejiita? Do you accept that I am Human,
and not Saiya-jiin? Will you remember that and treat me with the
respect that I deserve? Do you accept my love?�
He locked eyes with her. Within her calm lake-blue waters he
saw trust, love, and a slight hint of fear. Did she fear him? Or did
she fear his rejection? He nodded once. �I accept you, Bulma. I
realize you are Human, and will always be Human. I will,� he paused,
thinking, but continued on. �I will honor our offspring as I honor
you. I accept your...love, Bulma. Will you accept my attempt?�
She smiled wide and nodded. Vejiita curled up one side of his
mouth in a small attempt to smile. He released her hands and
stepped back a pace.
He spoke, eyes interlocked with hers. �Your heart is mine,
for mine.� He raised his left hand and turned the palm face down.
�My heart is yours, for yours.� Bulma placed her right hand
under his, palm up, leaving a few inches of room in between them.
�Your mind is mine, for mine.� A glow began to surround
them.
�My mind is yours, for yours.�
�Your body is mine, for mine.� The light pulsed, growing
increasingly brighter and stronger.
�My body is yours, for yours.�
�Your soul is mine, for mine.�
�My soul is yours, for yours.� The light exploded brightly and
settled between their outstretched hands.
They both spoke at the same time. �We are one: heart,
mind, body, soul. To be apart is being halved; together, we are
complete. Eternal and unchanging. Nothing will sever the Bond.�
With the last word, they brought their hands together with a loud
clap and the light disappeared. They pressed their hands on each
other�s chest and the light flared again, sealing the Bond and ending
the Ceremony.
The wind gently rustled their clothes and slightly mussed
their hair. The moon shone down on Vejiita and Bulma, who just kept
their eyes locked on each other.
Bulma was the first to break contact. She closed her eyes
and took a deep breath. �That...that was incredible. I could feel our
souls merging!� She opened her eyes and smiled at her mate. �I
could feel your love for me.� She closed her eyes again. �I can feel
you, Vejiita.�
Vejiita grunted and stepped close to her, wrapping his arms
around her and burying his face in her neck. �I prefer to touch, in
order to feel, Onna.�
Bulma wrapped her arms around his chest and murmured her
agreement. �I like it this way, too.� She jumped a little as she felt
his tail snake through the slit on her dress and wrap around her calf.
�I don�t think I�ll ever get used to that.� She giggled as he moved it
higher up her leg. �Ooh! It tickles!�
Vejiita grunted and turned his head slightly to nibble behind
her ear. Bulma purred quietly, and pressed her body closer to him,
encouraging him to continue. He complied, moving his hands up her
back, fingering the zipper that kept the dress closed. He unzipped
it, and stepped back to let the dress fall off her shoulders and pool
at her feet.
He took in the vision that was revealed to him. Soft
moonlight outlined the gentle curves that made up his mate. Bulma
blushed heavily under his gaze, but kept still, head held high.
�Onna, you are...� and for the first time that he could
remember, he was speechless. He shook his head and smirked. �You
take my breath away, Bulma.�
Her blush deepened and she moved closer to him. �I know,
Vejiita-chan.� She clasped her hands around his face and pulled him
in for a kiss. Soft at first, but it quickly became stronger, and more
demanding. They each pulled away, breathless. Vejiita grunted once
again and smirked.
He bent slightly and gathered Bulma up in his arms. He
turned toward the bedroom and entered, laying Bulma on the bed
gently. He quickly removed his amour and bodysuit, until all that
remained was his pendant and the circle of gold in his hair.
Bulma blushed as she watched him undress. She had always
liked muscular men; it was one of the reasons she fell for Yamucha,
but the male in front of her made Yamucha look like a scarecrow.
Her eyes roamed greedily across his chest, arms, and legs as she
watched the muscles upon muscles slide, no flow, from one position
to next as he strode to the bed. �You aren�t the only one whose
breath was stolen, Otoko.�
He sat on the edge of the bed, Bulma sitting up to be level
with him. He leaned forward and bit her on the nose, closing his
eyes. She responded and encased his chin. �My mate, my Onna; my
soul is sealed within yours. You hold complete control of the
Saiya-jiin no Ouji.� He moved his mouth to her ear and ran his
tongue across the lobe. �How in the hell did that happen?�
�My Otoko, my mate, you hold the same ties over me.� She
breathed in his neck, nibbling on the tendons that pulsed full of life
there.
Bulma surprised Vejiita, and herself slightly, when she bit
down and reopened the Mark she gave him last night. He growled
deep in his throat and gripped her tighter, taking pleasure as her
tongue cleaned the wound of his lifeblood. He returned the favor
when he bit down on her neck.
Bulma sounded a cry of pleasure as his tongue brought forth
sensations that electrified her entire nervous system. She rubbed
against him and purred into his ear. �Vejiita-chan, I can�t wait any
longer...�
�Soon, Onna-chan, soon.� He pushed her down, so she lay on
the bed. He nipped her nose again and slowly made his way down her
neck to her chest. He swirled his tongue around her hardening
nipple and suckled on the tip like a newborn babe. He grasped it
between his teeth and bit.
Bulma shrieked and gripped Vejiita�s hair in her hands,
intertwining her fingers in the thick strands. She crushed his head
to her chest, reveling in the sensations he was creating in her.
He moved his attention to it�s twin and repeated the process.
Bulma writhed under him, estcasy flowing through her veins. Vejiita
moved lower, dragging his canines across her taut stomach, flicking
his tongue across her navel before delving in.
Bulma just tossed her head back and forth, nonsense sounds
forming on her lips. Her body was responding to Vejiita in oh so
many ways. Breathing became more difficult as she struggled to
keep her emotions at a somewhat manageable level.
Vejiita, himself, could feel his control slipping away. The
scent that Bulma radiated slammed his senses silly, making his head
cloudy from the unadulterated passions. It didn�t help things,
either, that their Link was near completion, and he could feel her
reaction to his foreplay. He moved lower and brushed his lips over
her nether region.
Bulma�s hips bucked as shockwave after shockwave assaulted
her senses. She cried out, sweat pouring off her body. Vejiita bent
his head lower and inhaled her aroused state deeply. He kissed her
inner thigh, feeling her tremble and shake with each brush of his
lips and tongue. He looked up into her flushed face, eyes wild with
the passion he created in her. �Are you ready, Bulma?�
She nodded her head violently. �Oh Kami, yes!�
Vejiita smirked and positioned himself over her, wrapping an
arm around her waist and the other around her head. He lifted her
and they began to float a few feet above the bed, suspended in the
air. Vejiita�s aura started to become bright as he began to ravish
her neck once again.
Bulma groaned and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.
�Oh, gods, Vejiita. Before I explode...�
He grunted in her neck and with a swift thrust, entered her
and broke her barrier. Bulma cried out in pain, and a few tears
dripped down her cheeks.
Vejiita cleaned each of them off with a flick of his tongue,
and waited until they stopped. �You were untouched?� His voice
held a note of surprise.
She nodded and gripped his neck tighter. �Hai. I�m okay.�
He grunted and slowly started to move in and out of her, creating a
steady rhythm of long, slow, smooth strokes. Bulma moaned
deliciously, feeling complete and whole for the first time. She began
to match his rhythm, coaxing him to go faster by wrapping her legs
around his waist. He wrapped his tail around her thigh and squeezed
in rhythm with his thrusts.
Vejiita groaned loudly. He couldn�t believe this weak Human
female was creating such strong emotions in him. Emotions he never
before experienced or dreamed they existed. The control he held
such tight reins over was easily slipping through his fingers with
each sound she made. He fit perfectly next to her, around her,
inside her--it was like they were made from the same mold, each
only half of the final magnificent product. They had finally come
together to become one, to become whole.
Bulma cried out, the extreme sensations blowing her mind.
She dug her nails into his shoulders, deep enough to draw blood.
Vejiita�s aura started to pulse and his hair flashed blond several
times, finally staying blond, but went unnoticed by the coupling pair.
The light was blinding, and with a cry from both Vejiita and Bulma,
they climaxed together, the aura surrounding them exploding into
whiteness, sealing their souls, and opening the Link between them.
After a few more thrusts, Vejiita released his seed into
Bulma and howled out his pleasure. Bulma shook from the second
orgasm and clamped her arms around the male on top of her, tight
enough to have suffocated any ordinary human male. The aura
dissipated, and both panted heavily from the exertion, a soft red
glow surrounding them for several minutes. Vejiita pulled out of
Bulma and held her tightly in his arms, still suspended in the air. He
lowered themselves onto the bed and pulled a light sheet over their
sweaty, but completely satisfied, bodies.
Bulma snuggled into Vejiita�s chest, still euphoric from the
Mating. She curiously probed at their Link, feeling its completeness,
and testing the boundaries of how it existed. Always the scientist.
She felt the emotions radiating off him in thunderous waves. She
felt a calm peace first and foremost, with a hint of confusion
weaved within.
She glanced up at her mate, his confusion written on her
face. �What�s wrong, Vejiita-chan?�
He opened his eyes and pointedly stared at her. He knew
what she was talking about--he felt her probing him through the
Link He said nothing aloud, but held her closer, showing her through
the emotions he sent through to her soul.
Bulma was reeling from sensory overload. She closed her
eyes and concentrated, trying to make sense of everything Vejiita
had sent her as they stampeded through her mind. She felt his
frustration, for not knowing how to express himself properly in a
verbal sense. She felt satisfaction, and pride, for a �job well done.�
She picked through the anger--Friiezer completely dominating his
anger for destroying his planet and his people before he had a
chance to rule them. She felt envy at Kakarotto, or Goku, for
becoming a Super Saiya-jiin before he did. He felt disgust at
himself, for not being the Legendary Super Saiya-jiin. She smiled at
the next emotion, though. Confusion surrounded her; why she chose
to be his mate after everything, and why he fell for her. Confusion
for the entire female species, actually. �You never will figure that
one out, Otoko. I suggest giving up now.�
He smirked at her, and sent another set of emotions through
the Link. This time she was assaulted by a craving need; the need
for her to accept him unconditionally. Hidden under everything, and
it was there, was love. Or what she identified as his love. It was
still in its infancy, this new emotion, but it was there. And it
warmed Bulma thoroughly.
She shook off the tingles that jumped up and down her spine
and looked into the fathomless depths of his ebony eyes. She
poured her own emotions back into him. Fear was a primary emotion;
not fear of him, but the fear of him rejecting her, and leaving her
when he grew tired of this planet, and of her. But the most
overwhelming emotion was love. Pure, unconditional, love for him,
and him, alone.
Vejiita opened his eyes wide. �Is that...is that your...love...for
me?� He asked incredulously.
She nodded, increasing the tsunami of love flowing between
them. �Hai, it is. Humans have a tremendous capability for love and
to love. That�s why we have big hearts. They do more than pump
blood through our bodies.� She smiled gently and bit his chin. �I
love you, Vejiita. With my entire heart.�
He looked at her and bit her nose and brushed his lips across
her forehead. �I...I have deep feelings for you, as well, Bulma. I
don�t know if it is love, for my black heart has never felt it before.
I would not be able to identify it within myself.�
She shook her head. �Don�t sell yourself short, Vejiita. You
have the capability to love. It�s just been locked away by years of
fighting and killing, abandoned and forgotten.�
He snorted. �If you say so, Onna.�
�I do, Otoko.� She sat up, looking down at him. �Within this
muscular casing of yours lies a soft, loving, caring, heart. It has to,
for I know. I saw it. I fell in love with it.� Vejiita snorted again and
turned his head away.
She jabbed him in the chest. �Don�t snort at me! What about
Seiika? Don�t deny me this one, Vejiita. I�ve seen it with my own
eyes. You love her, and you barely know her.�
Vejiita just closed his eyes. �I...Onna, you assume way too
much. Tomorrow will be a busy day. You should rest. There will be
a full moon tomorrow night.�
Bulma got up and sat on Vejiita�s chest, trying to snag his
attention. �Don�t change the subject on me, Otoko!� He looked at
her with a bored expression. �I know you don�t think about feelings
or weak stuff like that. This is one thing you will have to be get
accustomed about me right away. I do, and I tend to, use and
express all of my emotions in a variety of ways all the time.� Bulma
crossed her arms and glared down at him.
Vejiita, throughout her little speech, watched the said
different emotions play across her face. When she was done, he sat
up, knocking her down into his lap. He stared at her, nose to nose.
�Are you finished?�
�Hai.� She glared harder and turned her cheek away from
him.
�All right, then.� He closed the distance between them and
nibbled on her ear.
Bulma whirled her head around and bumped noses with the
surprised Prince. �What do you think you�re doing? We�re fighting,
here!�
He nodded and grinned slightly. �I know. I�m showing
another emotion for you. Isn�t that what you wanted?�
Bulma scowled and snorted. �I didn�t mean lust.�
He smirked and brushed his lips across hers. �You didn�t
specify, Onna.�
She smiled and ran her fingers through his damp locks. �Oh...
you! Whatever...�
Vejiita smirked, knowing he won this battle, and pulled her
down to him. �Sleep, Onna.�
She stuck her tongue out at him, but settled her head on his
heart and her arms around his waist. He draped an arm around her
middle and the other rested on her head, absently stroking her hair.
Bulma pulled the arm around her waist closer and rested his
calloused hand on her heart, letting him feel her heartbeat.
She closed her eyes, and before she dropped off into sleep,
mumbled to him. �Aishiteru, Vejiita-chan.�
Vejiita continued to stroke her hair until he felt her breaths
even out and the Link go calm. He bent his head and kissed the top
of her blue tresses.
�Ai--Aishiteru, Bulma-chan.� He closed his eyes and fell into
blissful slumber.
Waaiii!! Isn't Vejiita a softie? I'm going to clear up something, now.
Vejiita is going to be trmemdously out-of-character within the next
chapters. Why, you ask? Well, A lot of things are going to happen to our
favorite Royal Male. The biggest influence will be Akane-Seiika. He has
missed his twin horribly, and her presense has filled many holes in his
life. Also, Bulma's influence on the Dark Senshi will make him more
open--atleast in her presence. But, he'll still be our favorite Proud
Prince. Although, his softer side will be shown more. And, I feel that he
does have one. I am prepared to defend my Vejiita-oujisama to the death!
Now, where's my dulled butter knife... Gie-chan