A Light in the Darkness - part 4: Needless Angst Due to Lack of Communication
by Mia Skywalker & Wataruo

PAIRING: Bulma/Vegeta (this part)
RATING: Still X
WARNINGS: Lemon, but the last of it for a little while at least....
DISCLAIMER: Neither of us owns any of the DBZ characters, but we both wish we owned Vegeta. (We do own Vegeta action figures. Does that count?) These characters are owned by Toei, Viz, Akira Toriyama, and FUNimation, even though the last one is a crying shame. We do own what we've written here, and our specific storyline, just not Dragonball itself. We make no money off of any of these guys, nor off this fic.
SUMMARY: Needless angst due to lack of communication.
NOTES: More lemon....
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS: A great thank you to Magnes for her beta'ing of this. Thanks to Selenity Jade and W-chan for the rebeta!

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Last time on Dragonball Z: A Light in the Darkness....

If someone asked him why he had just made love to Bulma, he wouldn't have been able to answer. He still couldn't believe that the passionate woman that he held in his arms had been a virgin. Why hadn't Yamcha touched her? Was he that pathetic that he didn't know how to please a woman? He continued to ponder this as he lay there with Bulma and he couldn't find an answer to his question no matter how hard he thought about it.

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Bulma could feel Vegeta's heart beating against her own, and felt his breath in her hair, her cheek pressed next to his. They fit perfectly together, even though he was smaller than most men. At least, in height he was. He was so much more muscular than most men that her hands wouldn't even go around his biceps. And she knew he could crush her like a bug, without even thinking about it.

She turned her head slightly, pulling back a little so she could view his profile. There was a harshness in his features, like his face had been chiseled from stone, but he was not bad looking. She'd gotten to know him a little in the year that he'd lived with them, and she'd learned a little about his childhood. It's not that he was terribly forthcoming, but she'd figured things out from bits and pieces he'd mentioned, from hints he'd accidentally let drop. 

She knew he'd had a very strict and demanding childhood. His mother had been gone - he'd been told that she was dead but he didn't know the truth of that, apparently - and his father had always been cold, ruthless and unfeeling. This was apparently the norm for Saiyan nobility, or at least for the royalty. He'd never expected anything else, at least. He'd never been taught to expect anything else. And anytime he'd ever grown close to anyone, ever started to develop a friendship, that person would abruptly disappear. He was never told anything, but had assumed they'd been killed, and he'd learned never to develop friendships for anyone, lest that very fact cause the person he cared about to get killed. Eventually he had grown incapable of feeling anything like that, but had grown as cold and as cruel as his father. 

She couldn't help but feeling a twinge of pity for that little boy that had never been given any love or friendship. She wondered if there was any of that little boy still locked deep inside him somewhere. Did he want to feel love or friendship? Did he desire any of that?

He turned his head towards her, interrupting her thoughts, and the two gazed at each other for a long while. There was an intensity in his gaze that startled her, and she wondered what he was thinking. His mouth looked soft, for once not firmed into its usual smirk or scowl, tempting her to touch it. She gave in to her temptations, and reached up, stroking his lower lip lightly with her forefinger. His lips were surprisingly soft, as she touched them gently, wonderingly. 

She cupped his cheek with her palm and continued to stroke his lips with her thumb, and noted that his cheeks were soft and smooth as well, not rough as her father's often were, from weather and the slightly stiff feel of whiskers just under the skin. Then she realized that she had never noticed shaving implements in his room. He often disappeared for days at a time, as well, and she'd never seen any sign of whisker growth on his face when he returned. She continued to touch his face likely, simply looking into his eyes and wondering what he was thinking.

Vegeta let Bulma caress his face for a little while longer then reached up to take her hand. Her kissed her fingers, one by one, before pressing his mouth to her palm. He never took his eyes from hers as he licked at her fingertips. He found himself staring into her blue eyes and wondered why he had never noticed that a man could lose himself in those azure depths. Vegeta linked his fingers with hers before giving her a soft smile. "I told you I wouldn't hurt you," he said softly. "Do you believe me now?"

Bulma's eyes widened in surprise as she realized that it hadn't hurt at all that time. She nodded, not pulling her hand from his, wondering at how gentle he was being with her. She was afraid to speak, afraid to break whatever spell had been cast upon the two of them. Somehow all of their hostility towards each other had vanished and had become... something else. She wasn't entirely sure what it was, but she was sure that she didn't want to lose it. She wanted to grab hold if it with both hands and never let go. But she knew she had to speak, had to ask, had to know... why. If she didn't....

"Vegeta, I...." She trailed off uncertainly. How was she supposed to ask what he wanted of her? When she wasn't even sure what she wanted of him? "Vegeta? Why?" she finally asked hesitantly.

Vegeta looked at her blankly before he realized what it was that she was asking. And to be honest with himself, he didn't know. But it had felt right. She had felt right. Vegeta blinked a few times and scowled. How was he supposed to tell her something that even he didn't understand? What really confused the Saiyan prince was that he wanted to give her an answer when he never explained himself to anyone.

"I don't know," he admitted after several long minutes of silence. "Are you angry?"

Bulma blinked. Angry? Why should she be angry? She shook her head, looking slightly puzzled. "No, why would I be?" she asked softly. She still wasn't entirely certain why he'd wanted her. Why would he want her, when she was certain he could have had anyone he wanted? Why pick her? "Vegeta?" she asked him again hesitantly, still speaking barely above a whisper. "Why did you want me?"

"Because you aren't afraid of me," he said looking at her. "Because you are beautiful." Vegeta continued to gaze into her eyes. "I have many reasons. I can't pinpoint it to just one thing. Why did you let me?" Vegeta asked as he brushed a strand of hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear. "If you had told me to stop, I would have. You do know that don't you?"

"I...." She blushed, suddenly shy again. "I didn't want you to stop," she admitted bashfully. "I didn't know what you were doing, but... I didn't want you to stop." She shifted slightly, subconsciously wanting to move both away from him and towards him. Her eyes dropped in embarrassment. "That was wrong of me, wasn't it? I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have...."

Vegeta surprised her by chuckling softly, and then reached forward with one hand to grasp her chin, forcing her eyes to meet his. "There was nothing wrong in what you did," he told her firmly. "Nothing at all." He shifted so he could lean forward and kiss her.

Bulma responded automatically to his kiss, leaning into him as she felt her heart pound harder and faster, beating in time with his. Her arms slipped around him and she pressed herself to him, feeling the hardness of his chest pressing into the softness of hers. She could also feel his growing arousal nudging her between her legs, and she automatically opened them slightly to accommodate it. He slipped between her thighs and she tightened around him, feeling her own passion increase at the sign of his growing desire for her. All of her feelings of low self-worth and lack of desirability were being washed away by his very apparent desire for her. He wanted her. HER! Not someone else, she wasn't simply second choice. No, he'd wanted her, it was quite clear from the very start of their lovemaking session. She just wasn't entirely sure about why.

Vegeta groaned as she pressed herself against him. He could feel that this was not a one sided attraction. Bulma felt desire for him as well, he knew it. He just wasn't sure why she wanted him.

All thought scattered as she squeezed him between her legs and the warrior had to fight the urge to plunge himself into her. Vegeta knew that he needed to go slow. ::Even if it kills me:: He slowly stroked her back with his hand, the other he slipped in between them to stroke her womanhood, and he was rewarded with Bulma's low moan.

Vegeta's hand against her was doing wonderful, glorious things to her. She pushed against his hand instinctively, seeking fulfillment from him. His fingers stroked her, playing her like an instrument, driving her wild with desire. He could feel her wetness on his fingers, but he wasn't about to grant her satisfaction yet. He rolled her onto her back and parted her legs gently, and continued to play with her womanhood with one hand, while he reached over and took a breast in his mouth. She bucked against him, whimpering, as his tongue drew circles around her nipple. He covered the nipple with his mouth and sucked lightly, flicking the tip of the nipple with his tongue. She almost screamed with her heat, her arousal. He stroked her hair with his free hand, reveling in the silky feel of it running through his fingers. She continued to buck and writhe against him, and he could feel her passions rising again. ::Not that it takes very much:: he thought in satisfaction. The passion she exhibited pleased him greatly, made him desire her so much more.

When he could feel her passions reaching their peak again, he positioned himself above her and slid gently into her. She thrust up against him violently, more violently than he'd expected. He wrapped her legs around his hips to allow himself to go even more deeply inside of her, and was rewarded once again by her soft cries of pleasure. She continued to buck against him, and would have thrown him off if he'd been anyone else. 

He grinned, and gave her what she wanted, plunging deeply into her. He felt her climax, wave after wave of pleasure washing over her as her orgasm crested, and her thoughts shattered, flying like so many birds, reaching up to heaven with the stars. She squeezed his manhood as she continued to climax, and the gentle pulsing against him, her tight warmth, drove him over the edge as well. His cries joined hers as they both reached fulfillment, and she continued to climax for a long time. When he felt her pleasure finally ebb, he rolled off of her and held her tightly against him.

"Still think there is something wrong with you?" he asked softly. He ran his fingertips down her back then back up to her shoulder, marveling at the softness of her skin. "I think you are perfect." He slid his hands down her sides, memorizing every curve of her body and the feel of her. The warrior found himself too lethargic to even move, and he lay there for some time, content to just listen to the sound of Bulma's heartbeat.

Bulma blushed at his comment. Perfect? She wasn't perfect, and she knew it. Something must be wrong with either his vision or his sanity. She'd been told that Saiyans had better than perfect vision; they could see things beyond what humans could. She remembered that as well, from when she and Goku were young. Therefore it must be his sanity that was in question. That she could believe; he was certainly not acting like his normal self. Not that he ever really acted sane most of the time. Sane people don't go around blowing up planets and killing people for no reason.

She did wonder what all this had been about. She'd never felt anything as incredible as what she'd just felt with Vegeta, but for all she knew he did this sort of thing all the time. He certainly seemed to know what he was doing, at least. She wondered what he was planning on doing. Had he just been releasing an urge? She could easily believe that. He was a barbarian; he'd never demonstrated anything else. He was cruel, he was thoughtless, and he was a killer... and he'd just been incredibly gentle with her. 

She lay with her face against his chest, trying not to think about where he wanted to take this. Would he expect that now he had 'rights' to her, that now he could sleep with her, do this whenever he wanted? Or was he simply going to discard her now that she was 'used goods'. She didn't know which idea bothered her more. The first one annoyed her, but the second... hurt. It hurt more than she was even willing to face at the moment. She let out a sigh inadvertently, as she tried to figure out what she even wanted.

Vegeta frowned as he heard Bulma's sigh. The warrior had no idea what to expect from her after this. Would she permit this relationship to continue or would she reject him? He didn't know which of the two scared him more. He wanted to explore this relationship with her. More than anything he wanted it. But what did she want? He had taken advantage of her inexperience of men to seduce her. But he had no idea on how to approach the subject. 

::How does one choose a lover on this planet anyhow?:: Vegeta sighed as he wondered why this was so important. He'd had quite a few lovers in the past. All had been discarded after a short while to discourage them from getting too attached to him. But with Bulma, Vegeta found himself wanting something more. His arms tightened around the woman he was holding and he considered how to broach the subject.

To be continued.....

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And in the next exciting episode of DragonBall Z: A Light in the Darkness... Parental consent?