Surviving Together

Chapter 8 – A Bitter Irony

Once Bulma managed to come back to reality after the rush of pleasure drifted away from her, she slowly opened her eyes to see Vegeta walk over to Zarbon. She immediately closed them again as she pulled her knees into her stomach and began to cry. She had never felt so dirty in her life. Not just physically, but emotionally. She had just lost the only thing she could take pride in still having. She always wanted to save herself for the right man, so when she knew it was the real thing she could look into his eyes and say her body was only meant for him and that she never and would never be touched by another. She never wanted it to happen like this. Especially since the truth of the matter, and the most sickening fact of all of this was that she enjoyed it. When he held her in his arms and then looked into her eyes, she actually wanted him to take her. She wanted to know what it was like to have him inside of her. She wanted to feel that connection. She covered her mouth so as not to draw attention for the two arguing men across from her. ‘I enjoyed this! How could I? My friends and family must be looking at me from the after life in shame. They’re all dead while I’m enjoying being raped?’ No, she knew that she could never call it call rape. She might not have had a choice in the matter, but she could never be angry with Vegeta for it. Had he not been there she would be bleeding profusely and screaming in pain beneath Zarbon right at that moment. That would have been rape.

She hated all of this. She hated that she had to loose her virginity like this, to have her body used by the one man who had spent the last six months vowing to protect her. How ironic. He had to be the one to make her feel so used. She buried her head deeper into the pillow as she wrapped the covers more tightly around her. She didn’t want to deal with this pain, this sorrow any more. She no longer could withhold her cries of distress, fortunatly that was the same moment Zarbon left.

Once Zarbon was gone Vegeta slowly turned back to Bulma. He again saw the tears in her eyes as she was curled up in a little ball with the covers wrapped around her as if for protection. He didn’t know what she felt after this, he didn’t know if he had hurt her, and if that was the cause of her tears. Or if it was the emotional scaring that was causing this. For all he knew it was bother. But the one thing that was clear to him, it was that he couldn’t leave her unless she asked him to. He did this, he was the one that took her against her will, he was the one that stole her purity, her innocence, her virginity. Him. How bitter was the irony. He preached to his fellow Saiya-jin about how important their honor was, their pride. How forcing yourself of a woman, a child, was disgrace to their people. And now look at him, who ultimately took her? Who stole from her what he fought to protect? He felt pledged by shame, but he knew he had to at least know he hadn’t damaged her. Vegeta hesitantly walked back over the bed and sat down next to broken shell of a girl he had left. “Woman.” Vegeta whispered finding the word child or girl no longer appropriate.

Bulma slowly opened her tear soaked eyes as she looked up at the only man who she had ever been with so intimately. She wanted to yell and scream and beg him to give back what she knew he never could, but she didn’t. All she had to do was look into his eyes and see the regret and concern. He clearly wasn’t dealing with this any better then she was, and she suddenly felt guilt in being the cause of that. She knew his honor, she knew how he must have felt as dirty and disgraced as she did that moment. And a part of her found comfort in there joint misery. Bulma wiped her tears as she slowly sat up, through still with the covers tightly wrapped around her. For a moment she caught his eyes and the two allowed their eyes to speak what words never could. They both saw how sick the other felt about this, but they both knew how blameless the other was. They were victims of circumstance and they acted in the only way possible at the time.

Bulma then sniffled as she reached her hand up and wrapped it around his neck and pulled her body into his. She wanted comfort, and being close to him brought her that. She then pulled the covers from only around her body and wrapped them around his. She then leaned back bringing him back down on the bed with her. Vegeta followed suit as he pulled their naked bodies together under the warmth of the blanket, they each needed comfort that night. They needed the guilt and disgust to fade away, and they each felt some relief by doing the most innocent thing they could. They laid together and allowed a shoulder for the other to cry on, which each did, either silent or aloud that night.

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“Prince Vegeta… Prince Vegeta!” Nappa pounded on the door.

Bulma and Vegeta both moaning, awoke as Vegeta turned and yelled back out the door. “What the hell do you want Nappa!”

“Where the hell have you been? We were supposed to be training for our mission tomorrow!” Nappa yelled back.

“I’ll be out.” Vegeta hissed as both he and Bulma sat up in bed.

“One more things, Sir.” Nappa’s annoying voice persisted.

“What?” Vegeta grunted back, truly getting sick of all this questioning.

“Radditz and I haven’t seen the wench since last night, and none of her work has been done.” Nappa hissed rather angered that their plans to kill her had been postponed.

Vegeta looked down at Bulma for a reaction, but all he saw was her head down. This disturbed him immensely considering under normal circumstances she would have jumped up and been cursing the bald giant till her face matched her hair for calling her a wench. Instead she continued to look down. “I had her working late last night Nappa… Now get back to you’re training.” Vegeta grunted with a deadly tone, so as to make Nappa scurry out the door without a second thought.

Once Vegeta felt the man’s ki fade away he turned back to the woman next to him. She was still looking down, and slouching low enough to make a person wonder is she still had a spine. He once again was at a loss for words. He wasn’t a man you could discuss your ‘feelings’ with, and then give some heartfelt analysis of the situation. He couldn’t deal in emotions, last night was draining as it was, and he was never one for consoling. He was instead a man of action, so he instead decided to act.

Vegeta swiftly placed one hand behind Bulma’s back and another under her legs and lifted her off the bed and began carrying her into the bathroom.

It took Bulma a minute to realize what he had done, but when she did a look of panic covered her face. “What are you doing?”

Vegeta frowned as she tensed. She should have known by now he wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. “Relax woman, you need a shower.” He said simply as he let her down in tub. “Vegeta, I don’t think…”

“Then don’t think.” He cut her off as he shut the curtain and grabbed a bar of soap. “Do you trust me woman?” He asked as he looked at her disappointed.

Bulma hesitated a moment, but ultimately nodded in agreement as she took a step towards him.

“Good.” He smirked as he stepped back under the water making his hair go flat under the pressure. “Now come here.” He said extending a hand.

Bulma felt a smile come across her face as she took his hand. “You know with your hair down like that… You look bald.” She said in a chuckling manner.

Vegeta just glared at her insult, but he had to admit it was better than that depressed look that made him sick. Vegeta then took her hand and spun her around so she had her back to him. He walked her back some so she was under the water along with him. He loved how her hair went so long and wavy as she joined him under the water. He tried to focus though as he brought his hand to her abdomen. He felt her shiver upon first contact, but she relaxed as she felt him take the bar of soap and slowly begin to lather her stomach in circular motions. She relaxed as he worked his way around her stomach to right below her breasts, and then moved to her lower back and then worked all the way up to her shoulders and neck.

Vegeta felt a genuine smile cross his features as he felt her relax under his touch. He then moved the bar of soap to the front of her neck and then down to the top of her chest. He leaned into her ear and asked her softly. “May I go further?” Wanting her consent to have the pleasure of feeling her ample mounds again.

“Aahunnn.” She moaned as she allowed her back to fall against his chest to allow him better access. He smirked as he brought the bar to her soft breasts. He savored in the gentle moan she released upon contact, and then watched intently to her every flutter. Though he could have drawn the process out longer he didn’t want her to think he was trying to take advantage of her so he moved down her body once again.

Vegeta dropped to his knees and began lathering from her ankles all the way up to her thighs. He was extra gentle when he reached her inner thighs, which she welcomingly spread to give him better access. Vegeta took a moment to take in the scent of their sex from the night prior. He would have felt his legs tremble at the intoxicating aroma if he wasn’t already kneeling. He stopped however before her entrance as he knew she would be to sour for further contact. He then stood back up to see her shaken features. “All done.” He whispered causing her to open her eyes and look at him with an almost lustful expression on his face.

Bulma smiled at him before she wrapped her hand around his neck and softly brought his face to hers. She gently placed a slow soft kiss on his wet lips before she pulled away and flashed her big blue eyes at him. “Thank You.” She whispered, hoping those two words were enough to explain to him exactly how much this meant to her without getting all emotional on him.

He simply nodded in understanding as he turned the water off and then pulled back the curtain.

Bulma looked at him confused a minute as he did this. “What… What about you?” She asked wondering why he hadn’t cleaned himself.

Vegeta only smirked avoiding the question as he looked over to grab a drying cloth. He shook his head at her when he realized there was only one yet again. “I guess we’ll just have to share.” He said simply as he grabbed the cloth and pulled her body into his and began drying both of them. Bulma smiled as she felt his warmth encompass her. Once he had dried them both adequately he wrapped the cloth around her and then went back into the bedroom.

Bulma followed and leaded against the bathroom door and watched as he slowly began to dress. She loved the way his spandex suit managed to perfectly fit his every muscle. It was enough to make her want to moan in delight. Once Vegeta had completely dressed he turned to see her still looking at him, almost in a trance. He smirked as he began pulling his gloves on and walked back to her. “Woman?” He asked as she shook her head to realize how close he was.

“Y… Yes?” She asked surprised.

“I expect you to take care of everything you missed yesterday and everything for today.” He said with a smirk as he saw her eyes narrow. ‘Much better.’ He though almost relieved.

“Fine.” She tried to mask her anger as she watched him flash that sexy smirk before he turned to leave.

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Later that evening Radditz and Nappa had returned earlier from their training, while Vegeta stayed to catch up on time he had missed. Both men noticed something strange about the prince that day however. He was much stronger than before, they assumed because of the Saiya-jin increase in strength after defeat. But there was also something else that disturbed them. He had a strange scent on him. It was most definitely the scent of a woman, but who? They didn’t recognize this smell, though both had to admit it was most enticing. They had to wonder if they could be given a taste later, however more important issues were to be dealt with at that time. With Vegeta out, Nappa and Radditz decided it was time to get a little action of their own as they found their sleeping blue haired slave on the couch. Both men licked their lips as they decided who was going to get her first. After six rounds of rock paper scissors, Radditz won the first chance. He smirked as he knelt down, he had waited for this a while, and intended on savoring it. He went immediately for her shirt, but before he could remove it, he jumped away from her as if she was poisonous.

“What is it Radditz?” Nappa asked confused.

Radditz just nodded for him to do the same as he did. Nappa shrugged as he knelt down and smelled the overpowering scent that was coming from her. He jumped back as well as he looked at his fellow Saiya-jin. “She… She’s the scent Vegeta was carrying.” Nappa choked out.

Both men frowned. “Damn him!”

It was upon that rather loud objection that Bulma awoke and sat up. She was startled as she saw Nappa and Radditz looking down at her furiously. “What?” She asked as she looked up at them a little worried.

Radditz only glared at her before looking over at Nappa. “This is ridiculous… He speaks all about honor and stopping us from having her, and then goes and rapes her himself. Fucking hypocrite!?”

Bulma’s eyes widened as she couldn’t figure out how they knew.

“All that honor crap and w--” Nappa muttered.

“Hey!” Bulma objected as she snapped the men back into reality. “Vegeta didn’t rape me!”

Bulma men looked at her cross-eyed. “Don’t lie wench! We could smell your scent all over him.”

Bulma’s eyes widened. ‘So that’s why he didn’t clean himself, he wanted them to smell my scent on him?’ She assumed trying to understand why that was. “Look you two idiots.” She immediately focused back on the point at hand. “I never said I didn’t sleep with him, I just said he didn’t rape me.”

Both men looked at each other confused a minute. “You willingly slept with him?” Radditz almost chuckled at the absurdity of that concept.

Bulma suddenly felt an overwhelming defensiveness engulf her. “Yes!” She hissed. “He happens to be smart, and sexy, and loyal, if you morons haven’t noticed! He happens to be a hundred times the man you winy babies are! He has more honor and self respect than either you two assholes could ever hope for!”

Radditz suddenly became over powered with a rage as he lifted his hand up to strike, but he never made contact as he felt a hand grab him. “Enough Radditz.” Nappa grunted.

Bulma opened her eyes in confusion as she wondered why he stopped him, when she technically insulted them both. “Get out of here.” Nappa grunted at her. She didn’t need to be told twice as she rushed out of their for once grateful to Nappa.

“Why the hell did you do that?” Radditz asked angered as he ripped his hand away.

“Don’t be a idiot Radditz.” Nappa glared at the man. “Vegeta is no fool, if he left her scent on him then it was for a reason. You know how possessive he is. He wanted to make it crystal clean that she is his mate, and his mate alone. If you followed through with that punch, you’d be given a one way ticket to the next dimension.”

“That would be accurate.” Vegeta smirked as he entered the room, after having heard almost the entire interaction.

“Why the hell didn’t you tell us?” Radditz hissed rather angered.

Vegeta just shrugged as she walked over to the door of his room. “As you said Nappa… She is my mate, and mine alone… Do not forget that.” Vegeta then opened the door and quietly entered leaving the two jealous men outside to curse him.

Once Vegeta entered his room he found Bulma already comfortably situated on one side of his bed. He walked over to her and crossed his arms very accusingly. “What do you think you’re doing woman?”

Bulma smirked before she looked up at him innocently. “Well you are the one that decided to let them smell my scent on you, and think we’re mates… I’m just keeping up appearances.”

Vegeta shook his head. “Manipulative little thing.” He said in a playful voice before he changed and got into bed himself.

“Well you know what they say…” She yawned as she snuggled on the far end of the bed, for once grateful she didn’t have to sleep on the floor. “Like master like slave.” She chuckled before closing her eyes to drift of to sleep. Vegeta soon after followed suit wondering what he was going to do with this woman.

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When Bulma awoke the next morning she found Vegeta’s tail wrapped around her again. ‘How strange.’ She thought. ‘I guess it likes to hold something.’ She tried to physically move his tail, but as she touched it she heard Vegeta release a deep-throated purr.

Bulma jerked her hand back in shock a moment. ‘You’ve got to be kidding.’ Her mind screamed. ‘His tail is an erotic spot!’ She then suddenly needed her theory confirmed as she slowly began petting his tail. She watched as his entire body started reacting to her touch, however when he became too aroused, and his hips started bucking foreword she knew she had to stop. It was after that moment when she stopped petting that his hold finally loosened. She very quickly pulled out of bed and watched as his tail almost shot out after her as if to prevent her from leaving him. She actually found it rather cute. ‘I guess I should have figured that after last night.’ She thought as her entire body shivered upon remembering what it felt to have that tail inside of her.

She then decided to take a quick shower and dress before he awoke, which Vegeta did as she was in the shower. He opened his eyes to feel himself nursing a painful erection. ‘How the hell did I get this?’ He asked himself as he painfully stood. He then lifted his tail to his noise and could smell her intoxicating scent all over it. He frowned. Sleeping in the room with her was bad enough, the same bed was even worse. He didn’t know if he could hide his heavy desire for her much longer.

“Prince Vegeta.” A nock at his door came.

Vegeta walked over and opened it to see Nappa carrying a piece of paper. “We have the details of our mission, Sir. It looks as though we will be gone a month.”

Vegeta ripped the note away and then slammed the door in Nappa’s face. It was a mission plan for purging a planet thirty thousand light years away, about a two week round trip. Vegeta frowned. The planet was estimated to have some rather large ki’s so a week has been designated for the purging.

A part of Vegeta was relieved, this would eliminate his little problem with the minx in his shower. Of course a purging mission with an estimated difficulty of a week, is never something to look foreword to, but under the circumstances he would. A few minutes later Bulma came out of the shower and before she could say a word Vegeta rushed in and took one himself. Bulma thought at first he was angry at her about something, but when he came out in full armor and a scouter she knew differently.

“What’s going on?” She asked.

“I’m leaving for a month or so on a purging mission.” Vegeta said simply as he finished pulling on his boots.

Bulma frowned. “A month. What am I to do until then?”

Vegeta shrugged. “Stay out of trouble.” He said simply as he grabbed a small bag of supplies and turned to leave.

“Well wait a minute.” Bulma called before he could. Vegeta turned around and watched as she walked over to him. She placed a soft smile on his face as she allowed him one final look at her creamy white skin, luscious red lips, and deep blue eyes before leaving. Bulma then gently placed a kiss on his cheek before she pulled away. “Don’t get yourself killed, aright.”

Vegeta just smirked. “As if anyone could kill me.”

Bulma then watched him leave while wondering why when the three men she hated and despised upon first arrival’s leaving, made her feel like crying.

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