CHAPTER THREE - CONFESSIONS


Bulma sat, rather shakily, on the cave floor. Vegeta looked out at the storm. He could pass through it easily, but with Bulma it would be much slower, and with her spooked, they'd probably get fried. The storm wouldn't pass till morning, so they'd have to stay here the night.

He turned around and gazed at Bulma. She was shivering violently, and her face was a shade paler than usual. He grabbed some dry branches and fired a ki blast at them. He finally had a small fire started, and Bulma huddled in front of it. Her clothes were soaked and then she stared up at Vegeta.

Vegeta stood at the edge of the cave, water dripping off his clothes. His dark eyes roamed over Bulma's body, and she shrank back from his gaze. His fathomless eyes stared coolly at her, then he headed towards the fire.
He sat down, and stared into the fire.
"I'm sorry that I didn't go, Vegeta. I'm afraid of storms." She sat back and recalled a memory from when she was little. "We used to have bad storms all the time when I was a kid. The thunder used to scare me and I would always be alone. My parents were too busy to come and comfort me." She sighed sadly and sank back into her seat. Vegeta felt his heart going out to Bulma. He wanted to take her into his arms and say that he understood, but his pride kept him where he was. "Well, when Frieza destroyed my planet, when I heard the screams of my people before they died, that was the first time that I felt alone." Then he turned away from Bulma. She went over and sat by Vegeta. "Oh, Vegeta." She smiled and put her arm around him. Vegeta sat there stiffly, trying not to be overcome by the emotions that were overtaking him. Then he knew why this was happening.

Is this stupid earth weakling my...mate? But it's impossible! But as he sat there, he could feel a bond forming, even as was thinking. He could feel it getting stronger and stronger, taking over his body and hers.

As soon as she touched Vegeta, Bulma felt a warm feeling seep through her, and all she could see was Vegeta's dark eyes. Then Vegeta slowly drew her up onto his lap, and kissed her.

The kiss flew rapidly out of control. She had no time to think of resisting as Vegeta coaxed her lips apart and plundered her mouth with his tongue. With a deft hand he pulled all the clips out of her blue hair, and raking his hand through the length of her glorious hair. Bulma's head swam dizzily as she clung to him, returning the kiss with a hunger as urgent as his own.
His hand slid slowly over her body, and her head tipped back as she gasped desperately for air. His hot mouth traced a scalding path down the sensitive hollows of her throat, and Bulma trembled with anticipation as she felt Vegeta's caressing touch rise with an unmistakable intent towards the aching swell of her breasts.
She ran her hands up over the hard muscles in his shoulders, feeling the raw, masculine power in them. She moved closer to Vegeta, rubbing herself over his aroused state. She felt him harden more, and she slid her hand down his pants and began to stroke it lightly with her fingers.
Vegeta gasped as he felt her fingers move up and down his member, and he closed his eyes with pure ecstacy.
He began to undo the buttons on Bulma's top, then he drew down the zip on the back of her skirt. She waited patiently as he stripped her, her lashes lowered as his gaze swept over the length of her body, her slinky curves now only hidden by the black lace of her underwear.
She risked a glance up at Vegeta, and her heart nearly stopped as she saw the dark fires blazing in his eyes. He let her down gently onto the soft cave floor, and claimed her mouth in a kiss that melted her bones. His fingertips began to circle slowly, tantalizingly over the smooth plain of her stomach, until he found the front clasp of her bra, nestling in the soft valley of her breasts. Bulma caught her breath in trembling anticipation as he unfastened the hook, and brushed the delicate fabric aside.
Then Vegeta's mouth began to make the same lazy, spiraling path, going down to her chin, lightly nipping her, then down to her throat, making her moan with pleasure. He was torturing her, circling closer and closer to the tender pink nipple. Her breath was hot on her lips as she moaned louder, her spine curling with sheer ecstasy as his lips finally found one taut pink nipple, swirling it languorously with his tongue and drawing it deep into his mouth to suckle it hungrily, pulsing white heat through her brain

Vegeta had no idea what he was doing. He was just following his Sayjin instincts, trying to please her, and feeling her pleasure turned hi on even more. Her innocent caresses were driving him to insanity, and her sweet words she moaned were like music to his ears.

Bulma was getting sick of him teasing her. She decided to have her revenge. She pushed Vegeta off her, and made him lie on the floor. She took off his top, slowly, pulling it over his head. Then she began to kiss him, starting from his forehead, moving down his face, down to his chest, and further down to his manhood. She pushed his pants and boxers off, then he came up to his aroused member. She licked the tip gently, making him cry out in pleasure. She laughed evilly, then began to touch and lick him, making him moan her name over and over again. She brought him to breaking point, then as the sticky, white liquid surged out, she lapped it up, like a cat drinking milk.

Vegeta decided he would now show her a thing or two about revenge. He pushed her down again, then he headed down to her womanhood. He took of her panties with his teeth, dragging them down her slim thighs, and pulling them off her slender feet. She had already taken off her shoes and socks, and so had he. He then began kissing up her leg, nipping the soft flesh of her thighs, then gave her clit a small lick and then went to her other leg and repeating the procedure. Then he began licking her clit, bringing her juices to his tongue, lapping them up, tasting her sweetness. Then he entered her with his tongue, swirling around, trying to find a sensitive spot. When he did, he gave her no mercy, turning her moans to screams as she held onto his head, telling him to go faster.

Bulma felt the liquid warmth wash over her again, making her shiver with delight. Vegeta was giving her no mercy, teasing her with his mouth and tongue. Then he decided that playtime was over. He moved up and entered Bulma slowly, taking her tenderly, as she was not strong enough for him to give her his all. But as Bulma moved beneath him in response he began to lose control, thrusting faster and faster until she could only submit to the fierce demand, as her body shook and her head was in a frenzied swirl of intense pleasure, until her body was awash with it, and then with one last shudder, it was all over.
Bulma and Vegeta picked up thier clothes and put them on, then settled down to sleep in each others arms.

Bulma woke up, sunlight in her face. She woke up Vegeta, who smiled at her and picked himself up. They walked to the cave entrance, hand in hand, until they got to the entrance, then Vegeta picked up Bulma, and kissed her passionately, then they blasted of into the big, blue sky.