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The Story of Us

Chapter Two!

This is the story of Bulma and Vegeta’s relationship told through the eyes of their sexual escapades. Several chapter fic that when woven together tell the story from beginning to end* of their shared life together. Each chapter happens at a different but important point in their relationship and can be read as a full story or as stand alone stories. My submission for day two of the @tpthvegebulsmutfest!

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He didn’t know when his life spiraled out of control. He was a dad now, guess he has to come to terms with that since he’s met the boy from the future who claims to be his. These people on Earth are so fickle, one moment they are just fine then the next they are yelling at you for something you should have done. How was I to take care of the artificial humans AND protect the woman from dying? Why don’t one of those humans take up the slack and do something, ANYTHING besides stand around and complain without lifting a finger to help. Things with the humans had been going relatively well, Bulma had seen to it that they kept their tongues and Vegeta had promised to “play nice” whatever that means. But ever since Bulma and the baby had been knocked out of the sky and the boy from the future had saved them, the humans had been treating him poorly again. What did they want from him? Sure he was the Prince of all Sayians and was literally as close to perfection as anyone could get, but he couldn’t do everything for these ingrates. In reality, he had been too distracted trying to catch the blasted Dr. To even realize what had happened until it was too late and still… Oh fuck them! They could have done something! Why is this still bothering me? Vegeta thought as he hugged the lithe creature pressed against his body closer. The only person who mattered was right here with him, and the boy in the room next door also, I guess. But definitely this woman. The only thing that had mattered to him for over a year now in fact. It was so difficult for him to leave to train, but if he hadn’t Vegeta was convinced he would have been way too distracted to have ascended. But he did and now he was the Legendary. It didn’t seem to matter to him anymore, not with all the possibilities his future with the woman held. And yet, he knew he was still holding back from her. He knew it was time, he could feel it in his very being. Each day that passed without him giving into her fully was agony, and now with the Cell Games looming in front of them, Vegeta knew he needed to give in. He was sure they would win, but if for some reason they failed.. he didn’t want the woman to die without knowing how much she had molded the person laying next to her. Almost as if she could feel his thoughts, Bulma rolled over to face him. “Hey you” Her voice sounded like a flute, calm, sweet and airy. It was one of the most beautiful things he could imagine hearing. She looked into his eyes. Something was there just beyond the big bright pools of her irises. They were darker then normal, he recognized it as something he held for much of his life, unable to let it manifest. “Vegeta, I’m scared” there it was - fear, worry “I know you will do everything you can to win, but… what if….. “ her face scrunched up in a frown, her brows gathering. Shit is she going to cry? “Shhhh.” He purred towards her. His fingers found to base of her neck, massaging up into the base of her skull “Woman, Bulma. I have to say…something. I am not good at this.” He looked to her. She opened her eyes took a moment to steady her breathing and brought her eyes to his quizzically. She bit her lip in anticipation of his next words. How was he going to do this? The last time he said anything to this extent he was beaten and… well lets just say that Nappa had a real mess to clean up. Vegeta had learned at a young age that weakness and caring, fear, worry, all emotions besides pride and strength, confidence were looked down upon and punished. He never learned how to … what did they call it? Express himself. Well unless it was cockiness.. he was pretty fantastic at that. No, this was going to be difficult. He could almost feel Nappa in Hell mocking Vegeta for the weakness he had been displaying. Could that bastard come back from the dead to beat the feelings out of him, or try to at least? And besides the taught ideas that expression lead to physical pain, what if the woman was toying with him? What if this was just a coupling of convenience? He had sired her son, but did she care for him the way he cared for her or was this all an elaborate ruse to keep a strong man close by? No he knew he would not be physically punished for revealing his emotions, but the threat of rejection… that was something that worried him to his core. He had nothing, truly without the woman. She placed her hand on his face, rubbing his cheek with the pad of her thumb, could she have read his mind? Why was she looking at him this way. She always had a knack for understanding him even when he was unable to say what he meant. But no, this time would be different. Too long had he pushed her feelings aside to protect his pride, to assuage his fears of failure. Now was the time, the only time he had left to let her know. They could all be dead tomorrow, so it had to be tonight right now - consequences of pride be dammed. “Bulma” her name sighed out of his mouth.

Holy shit! He never says my nameShe had watched his indecision for a full five minutes before attempting to comfort him. There was something he wanted, no needed to say. Was he leaving again? Was he finally sick of her and abandoning her and his son? This, whatever it was, was important, big - life changing. She could tell something was on the tip of his tongue from the moment he laid his arm around her waist when they laid down to rest. She locked her eyes with his and waited. As his mouth opened his tongue clicked and he took a deep breath in, seeming to attempt to calm himself. “Bulma,” he said her name again “did I ever tell you about my mother?” Bulma shook her head, confused “she was so strong. She was the only Sayian that was strong enough to fight my father and not die. They were sparring partners. She was an Elite, but her family politically had fallen out of grace. Some sort of scandal involving her younger brother. My father became enamored with her, and entered into courtship ritual without the advisors blessings. Very taboo. She would sing to me, her voice was scratchy, but one of the most serene things I can remember.” Then he began to sing, a low guttural melody that had sharp interjections stabbing into the melodic line. It was beautiful and one of the most melancholy things she ever heard. “That song, was a warriors lament, a lullaby really for Saiyan cubs. We, Saiyans, are taught to not care. I remember I told my mother I loved her in front of my father one day and he broke my arm and three ribs before punching me in the face. I was not yet two years old. She died giving birth to my brother Tarble. That woman, stubborn, refused to pod him. I cried, my heart had been wrenched from my chest. Then my father sent me to Frieza. I refuse to speak of the tortures I endured there, but on my 15th birthday Raditz brought me a woman. I bedded her, it was my first time, she was…. Not the most amazing woman in bed. But she was sweet, and kind. And no one had shown me kindness since my mother. She was…. Lets say take care of. Nappa had to clean up the mess. One by one, each person I had ever cared about was taken from me. Eventually I had no one. Then there was you. My angel, you saved see from myself. My anger, fear and hatred of the universe was rotting my soul. But you saw the real me. How did you do that? You pulled me out of that pit of hell I buried myself in. Never have I cared about someone the way I care about you. Bulma, I love you. You will not hear me say this after tonight, it is not the Saiyan way, but I love you more than you can know. My woman, My Bulma. The one who cleansed my soul and gave me new life. Literally and Metaphorically. You are my life and my savior. I am terrified I will loose you tomorrow. I can not do it. I can not let the world end tomorrow without you knowing what you mean to me. Bulma, be my mate. My life partner, the one who shares my bed, life, heart and soul for all times. If I die tomorrow at least I will die fulfilled as your mate, lover, husband.”

His heart skipped a beat! He was sure she was gong to turn him down, but she loved him! She was his… well not yet, not officially. His mouth crashed with hers, taking in the warmth of her mouth. He could taste beer and cigarettes on her breath, he had been harping on her to quit those cancer sticks, but he didn’t care right now. All that mattered was him and her in this moment. She pulled his tongue into her mouth sucking lightly on it. She pulled away from him and lightly pressed kisses to his cheeks. Her hands finding those spots on his body she knew made him dizzy with need. He lowered his head to her shoulder and planted gentle kisses. He ran his tongue along her collarbone and planted gentle kisses on that area between her neck and shoulder. Vegeta’s hands were kneading the plump skin of her hips, and pushing the cotton of her pajamas up to expose her breasts. Bulma lifted up to allow the shirt to come off and lay back in place as Vegeta’s lips trailed down her neck to her pert nipple. His mouth descended on it nipping and suckling at the rosy nub. Hands groping her bottom, his body was reacting to the confession, her response his dick was so hard it hurt. He ground it against her clothed pelvis, eliciting a groan of excitement from her. Vegeta’s breath hitched as he felt her hand slide into his sweatpants and grasp his aching shaft. Her thumb rubbed the head massaging his royal crown as he worshiped at her breast. He sat up and slid his pants down his body. He watched as Bulma scurried to follow suit. Vegeta grabbed her hips and pulled her to him, as he lay back down his face smothered in her dripping pussy. Her body lay over his chest and abdomen, she reached for his cock with her hungry mouth. Her lips surrounded his head as Vegeta began to lap, lick and suck at Bulma’s clit. Mutually the two began to ratify their lover with their mouths, wet suckling noises and muffled moans escaping their mouths. Bulma pulled away, “Please Vegeta, I need you” Her voice quavered. Vegeta let go of her and she rolled to the side. He sat up and Bulma moved to him, straddled his lap and began to guide him into her depths. She pulled herself all the way down until he was buried to the hilt inside of her. His eyes met hers. How did he ever deserve this celestial creature before him? He gripped her hips and pulled her into him for a deep, desperate kiss. He needed her, more than anything he ever needed before. HIs breath was taken away when she began to rise slowly, almost letting him slip out of her then she plunged back down. Slowly, with more control of her body than Vegeta gave her credit for she began to move on top of him. She caressed his cheeks while kissing him, holding him in a loving way no other woman ever had. Vegeta’s fingers dug into the flesh of her hips, careful to not damage her. Her tits rubbed against his skin electrifying each move. He broke their kiss and trailed his face to the crook of her neck. She reached around his back, letting her fingers lazily fall down his back, then scratching back up following her motions as she rode his cock. He felt his orgasm begin to build. His tongue slipped from his mouth and licked at her neck. His teeth slid over her skin, then he bit into her neck gnashing his razor like teeth over her fragile skin. He felt her walls begin to flutter around his cock and was surprised as Bulma repaid him in kind biting into his neck and lapping at his blood. Vegeta lost himself in that moment, spilling into her core, amazed at the deep connection the two shared. She almost instinctually knew what was required of her, he never had to tell her. This woman. His woman now and forever was connected to him. His wife. His everything. Vegeta was all of a sudden exhausted. Too many emotions were swirling over and over in his head. Love, contentment, satisfaction all mixed with nerves and fear. Vegeta suddenly felt slightly sick. What would happen tomorrow? He couldn’t loose. He wouldn’t loose. This woman and his child had to live. They were too good. He was done letting evil take everything from him. He would squash the being named cell and he would do it for her.