Loose Ends
by Gie ([email protected])

Disclaimer: Vejiita-chan, Goku-kun and their familiars are not mine. This story, and their attitudes and ideas within are mine, though. It's the only way I can claim some Saiya-jiin tail....*sigh* hehehe

Timeline: Sometime within the 'resting period' right before the Cell Games. Both
chapters coincide with each other, so some events may overlap. Just a slight
warning, in case you get confuzzled.

Kon'nichi wa, minna-san....you haven't heard from me in awhile, ne? I haven't been in a very good writing mood, lately, so that hasn't helped the ol' creative juices to flow, flow flow! I know, I'm weird. Oh well. But here is the *long-awaited* next part of Loose Ends so everyone better enjoy it! *grin* It's all Vejiita 'n' Bulma, baby...just like I promised. And the song included is not a country one, either! {{{shock}}} LOL...

Be warned, there may be some scenes within that might touch upon topics harmful to sensitive virgin eyes...so if you can't handle the lemon, don't drink the ade, ne? In other words, things will get steamy. It's your call to read or not to read. It is rated 'R' for such a reason. ~_~

Anyway, the song included within is River on Fire, by Adam Again, a drop-dead awesome band, and I dedicate this chapter to its lost leader, Gene Eugene. May his soul soar through the heavens on angel wings and his voice resonate with Elvis himself. I mourn his passing and rejoice his ascension. Thank you for your inspiration to me and to everyone else that has been touched by your lyrics.

Gie-chan
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Loose Ends

With a slam of the massive door, Vejiita emerged from the
Room of Spirit and Time, his entire muscled frame bloody and marred
from his intense year of training. Glancing around, he saw that,
unlike last time when he and Mirai Trunks emerged, there was no
crowd awaiting him.

Only the large form of the djiin, Mr. Popo.

Ignoring the Chikyuu-jiin inhabitant, he closed his eyes and
sent out his ki senses, finding each and every high-level senshi. The
weaker Chikyuu-jiin he could care less about, so his mind focused the
signatures that had a Saiya-jiin heartbeat. He noted that Kakarotto
was at his home, and in direct vicinity with his half-breed son, and
both were still in their Super Saiya-jiin states. He turned his senses
toward Capsule Corp, and detected that his future heir was in the
vicinity of the gravity room, and his mate was with his true heir. A
brief touch of his mind to hers and he knew that she had just woken
up, and was preparing the younger Trunks for the morning, as well.

Just the subtle touch of his mind to hers made his groin
tighten and he growled to himself at his weakness. Being without his
mate for two years, without her soft, silky hands touching him,
without her voice, thick with emotion whispering his name over and
over into his ear, without her creamy thighs wrapped around his hips
as he drove into her repeatedly... Clenching his fists tighter, he
opened his eyes and stepped down off the raised steps that led to
the damned room from he had just emerged.

"Vejiita-san, may I have a word with you?"

He sent the dark-skinned male a glare, and flared his ki,
meaning to violently launch himself into the air, leaving the peaceful
area with his usual grace, but the rotund man held up a hand.
"Vejiita-san, please."

"And why should I do that?" he sneered, narrowing his eyes.

Mr. Popo gave him a small, tight smile. "I just wanted to talk
to you for a minute." He nodded at the look Vejiita gave him. "I know
I am no match for you and your saiya-jiin strength, but please, honor
my request." He continued at the slight nod from the Saiya-jiin
Prince. "Arigato, Vejiita-san. I just wanted to let you know that, on
behalf of Chikyuu and her people, Dende-sama and I would like to
thank you for helping defend her against Cell. Your sacrifice is an
honor and greatly appreciated." Mr. Popo closed his eyes and bowed
low at his waist, showing deep respect to the dark male.

He stared at the bent figure, his eyes wide at the gesture.
He was thanking me--me! Vejiita's eyes narrowed suspiciously as he
watched the large dark-skinned male straighten up, dark slanted eyes
boring into large rounded ones. A smirk slowly crept across his face
and as he turned away from the djiin, he snorted. "You should be
doing more than just thanking me. I will be the one that defeats
Cell!"

A ferocious gust of wind whipped at Mr. Popo, and he was
forced to cover his eyes as the smaller male powered up and blasted
of the sacred tower, disappearing from sight. As he moved to the
rim to glance over, watching the blue trail of ki disappear back into
the normal atmosphere, Dende came up next to him, his small frame
seeming even more dwarfed to the large bulk of Mr. Popo. "Is he
gone?" The young Nameksei-jiin also peered over the edge, watching
with a trembling eye as the blue trail faded into nothingness.

Mr. Popo sighed and nodded sadly, "Hai, Dende-sama, he has."

***

He whipped through the clouds, making very good time as he
poured his energy into getting himself back into familiar territory,
following the steady, minuscule ki of his mate. He could pick out her
signature from anywhere, even amidst the copious amount of weak,
pathetic Chikyuu-jiin she normally surrounds herself in and around as
she goes about her daily tasks. As he got closer, his mind reached
out to hers, sensing her state of being, preparing himself in case he
had to face a screeching harpy, or a happy, bubbly ball of energy.
Either one made his ears shudder with remembered assaults. She
seemed to be fairly calm, albeit laced with frustration at his younger
heir as she tried force-feeding him the slop she attempted to call
nourishment.

A familiar spike in ki redirected his mind off his mate and
onto his rival as he felt the random twinge of his teleporting trick.
Vejiita growled to himself as he sensed the displaced energy of his
enemy, now in the vicinity of his mate. He flared his ki once again,
just barely below the switch to Super Saiya-jiin, and concentrated on
returning home.

***

The second his feet touched ground, they were in pursuit of
the intruder in his territory, and he sensed that he had moved from
his mate to his sanctuary, where his future heir was in meditation.
As he came upon the sleek silver walls of his most prized training
device, he heard their conversation, and he paused in the door,
observing their interactions.

So he is worried about his bitch of a mate, is he? That was
the biggest downfall of mating--the attachment; the connection to
the female could rend the heart and soul of the senshi to pieces if
something would happen to them. And if it happened on the
battlefield, in the middle of a fight to the death...well, death from
the enemy would be the more sane of the two. The rip of the seal
between a mated pair's souls was devastating, and he would not wish
it on anyone.

Even the bastard in front of him.

He spoke up, and watched with a grim face as the pair
swiveled their attention to him. "The Onna was not far off in the
description, Kakarotto, although the words were wrong."

"Vejiita," Kakarotto nodded to him in greeting, and Vejiita
swung his gaze to Mirai Trunks, who nodded in greeting as well.
"What do you mean, the 'words were wrong'?"

He stepped into the room, and the door closed automatically
behind him. "What I mean, baka, is that she didn't die from a 'literal'
broken heart. She died from the result of a broken bond."

"Broken bond?" he repeated, a look of recognition crossing his
now serious features. "When I died from the heart disease..."

"The mating bond between you broke, and she suffered from
withdrawal." Trunks finished, nodding his head.

The three were silent for several moments, each thinking
their own thoughts. Goku spoke up after a bit. "Hey, Vejiita, can I
ask you a question?"

"What now, Kakarotto?" The eldest male glared in his
direction.

"Can you break a mating bond without having the
side-effects?"

Vejiita frowned, his black eyebrows knitting together in
concentration. "No, it is not possible. Even if it was a mutual thing,
where both halves of the mated pair wanted to dissolve the bonding,
each would suffer the affects of the broken bond, eventually dying."

"What if it wasn't broken, just...suspended in a way?" Trunks
mused, his expression eerily similar to his sire.

"How so?" Goku asked, his face lighting up slightly.

Trunks shook his head. "I don't know," he spoke honestly, and
Goku's face fell. "I haven't bonded with any female to know
first-hand what it is like." He turned to his father. "Can it be done?"

"Why are you asking me, brat?" he sneered, turning his face
away from the pair. "Am I an expert on bonding? It was frowned
upon in Saiya-jiin society, since it had detrimental affects to the
senshi," he nodded to Goku. "If one of the mated pair would die in
battle, the other would feel it and begin to enter death throes."

Goku frowned harder. "But wouldn't ChiChi have died
immediately after me? You make it sound like she was alive for
awhile after I had died from the heart virus."

"More than likely it was because she is human, Kakarotto."
Vejiita grunted, showing rare placidity toward his bitter rival. "The
bonding is not as complete as it would be if it were between two pure
saiya-jiin."

"Are you bonded to Bulma, Vejiita?" he asked, turning a
curious eye to the shorter male.

"That is none of your business, kusotare!" Vejiita stood up
straight with a huff and walked out, his back rigid as an arrow.

***

~*~
What would you say if you knew what I was thinking?
Maybe you do but you know not to dig too deep
What if I knew what you needed for sure?
I've seen in your eyes you need more, much more...
~*~

How dare he ask me that? Vejiita stomped into the house, his
ire evident to anyone who would cross his path. Lucky for the
residents and workers of Capsule Corp, they did not fall into his
shadow. Unconsciously, he made his way into the living quarters,
moving down familiar halls. Even if bonding was something scorned in
saiya-jiin society, when a pair bonded, it was sacred to them. "Am I
bonded to my mate?" he scoffed out loud, his face deepened into a
black scowl. "What fool would place his life into another's hands,
risking his own death by another's?"

He paused in the hallway as a word flashed across his heart,
his soul.

Me.

It was true, that he and the blue-haired vixen he called a
mate were partially bonded. He did not complete the full ritual when
they had conceived the younger Trunks, his pride winning over his
heart in that battle. He could not bear to think that she would hold
such...power...over him. No one had ever been in that precarious of a
position ever since he was a mere cub on Vejiita-sei. Even when he
was working under the restricting hold of Furiiza had he ever felt as
threatened as he did when he thought of the all-encompassing bond
that Bulma would have over him, if they had become fully mated.

But he could not deny himself that they had some sort of a
connection. He knew he was able to touch her mind, albeit he was
only able to receive base thoughts and emotions, skimmed from the
surface. He could sense her location anywhere in the universe--the
minuscule flicker of ki flared deep into his subconscious, as familiar
to himself as his own--even more so than the bastard Kakarotto. And
that was one plus he reveled in with their connection--it saved him
many a time from an endless tirade of shrieking for some
insignificant act he supposedly had committed.

At the time, it was enough. He had known that when he had
taken her that steamy summer evening, she was at her most fertile,
and consequently knew that a spawn from their hormones would be
created that night. But he didn't mind. A child would be
something...interesting...to distract him from his necessary, if rather
mundane training schedule. And it would certainly distract her from
him, as well. A definite plus.

And when he realized that the future Super Saiya-jiin was
what the squalling spawn would grow into, he became even more
satisfied with his decision to take the spitfire of a Chikyuu female as
his mate. While in the Room of Spirit and Time, he had gotten to
know more of the enigma that is known as Mirai no Trunks, refusing
at first to associate with the purple-haired senshi. As time
progressed in the Chamber, he started to interact with him, at first
reluctantly, but as he got to know more and more of Trunks, he also
realized more and more what he truly represented: the fusion of him
and Bulma, personified into one form. Both good and bad traits were
evident from both sire and dam, but swirled together to create a
perfect being.

And as he emerged from the Chamber after the first year, he
didn't mind letting his progeny take the immediate spotlight; he had
other things to occupy his time. The first scent that reached his
nose was of the thick musk that he was all too familiar with. The
scent of his mate, and in the throes of heat. He almost acted on the
primal urges that threatened to swallow his control completely,
especially with the rival male in close vicinity, but he reigned in his
hormones just in time to snarl off some asinine comment about
something or other and launch off the side. A feeble attempt of
trying to get away from the alluring scent that tickled his nose and
sent heat searing throughout his body, pooling deep in his core...it
didn't matter to him, anymore. To him, it was over a year ago.

But then, after a crushing defeat against the 'perfect' hand of
the monster Cell, he placed himself in the accursed room once more,
only this time he was alone. Only himself and the white vastness of
the room to keep his mind occupied. There, he trained the hardest
he had ever done, even since his journey into space where he
accomplished the jump to Legendary status.

And when he collapsed, exhaustion, hunger, and pain forcing
him off his feet, his mind and his dreams would always drift to her.

The intoxicating smell of her hair fresh out of the bath. The
smooth curve of her lips when she was pleased. The casual brush of
her fingers on his shoulder or neck as she passed by him at the table.
The heated flush of her face in anger or in the throes of passion.
The painful throbbing of her heart against his after crying out his
name...

There was no Mirai Trunks to distract him from his dreams.
Only the white expanse that seemed to ridicule him over and over
again, always in the voice of his father for falling under the devious
charms of a female. In those moments of insanity many times he
dreamed that he had left the Chamber, only to converge on the form
of his mate and his rival tangled together in a mass of limbs, each
screaming out their climaxes as they took their spoils from the
other, oblivious to the one that watched with a shattered soul. Many
times he woke up from the fever-soaked sleep, his eyes clouded over
with the insane visions still dancing in front of him, and after a few
moments crying out into the emptiness his pain and frustration.

In times like those, he was glad that he did not fully bond with
her, for if they were, no dimension-shifting room would bar their link
and she would have sensed his state of being, and would have
suffered through the same nightmares. He admitted that; that the
visions were nightmarish. But he could not deny the soul-rendering
pain of seeing the sensual creature he took as a life-partner, wrapped
up in his most bitter rival's arms; she calling his name in place of his
own, tore at him, cut him to the core of the endless well of emotional
ties he had with her.

The sound of splashing and childish laughter jolted him out of
his dark musings and he cursed silently as he found himself in front
of the nursery, and he stared at the form of his blue-haired mate
bent over the rim of the tub, trying in vain to cleanse their young
offspring. He leaned against the door frame and let a small smirk
grace his lips as his eyes roamed over her crouched form, slim legs
tucked under a firm rear that bounced enticingly in the air as she
leaned forward to grab a bottle of the cleansing solutions on a far
edge of the bath. The slight tightening from earlier made itself
known once again with a vengeance and the throb from below sent
sparks of fire throughout his body, rattling his brain with lustful
visions of what he could do to her, right there, right now.

"Trunks, sit still for Mama, please! Argh, you even have
Cheerios in your ears! Trunks!"

"Stop your screeching, Onna, and then maybe he will sit still
for your attentions." He let a quiet chuckle be voiced out loud when
she jumped and almost fell into the water. Trunks also laughed out
loud. "Although you being in the water as well probably would be
enough distraction for him so you could finish your cleansing rituals."

"Damn it, Vejiita! You scared me half to death!" He watched
with thinly concealed interest as she regained her composure after
his fright to her senses. "What is it with saiya-jiin and them
sneaking up on me?" She finally turned around and she saw his state
of being for the first time, and he watched as her eyes roved up and
down his frame. He gave her credit for not blanching at the sight of
his blood and wounds. "Maybe you need to join him in here. You're
just as filthy as he was." Her eyes scanned him from head to toe
once again before focusing on his face, her blue irises radiating many
conflicting emotions to him; anger, relief, concern, all backed by the
underlying current of what he refused to name. For if he did, then
he would have to admit that he understood what it was, and what it
meant, and that was something he wasn't ready to admit, even to
himself.

A wicked look flashed across his face and he narrowed his
eyes to stare deep into her blue ones. "You would like that, wouldn't
you?" The deep throb from earlier turned into a steady,
lightning-quick pulse at her thick blush that he watched start from
her high cheekbones to spread down her slim neck to hide beneath
the open collar of her shirt, where just a hint of the swell of a firm
breast could be seen. A warm, heady sensation flashed through his
mind as the connection between them flared. The blush flared
deeper crimson as she easily read the thoughts almost dripping from
his features.

She opened her mouth to retort but her attention was drawn
back down to the naked bundle of energy that was still within the
warm bath water, accompanied by a several water-swollen Cheerios.
A high screech made Vejiita cringe in pain as she fully realized what
the hot water was that ran down her back. "TRUNKS!! You...you...you
peed on me!!" And Trunks' only response was to laugh even louder as
the stream of urine arched higher.

Both adult faces mirrored the other's image of disgust, but
nothing could be done about the act now. And, to Vejiita's
disappointment and relief, the hot moment between the pair was
ruined, the strong pulse of hormones quickly subsiding to the
familiar, ever-present ache that settled deep in his loins, only to be
sated if he completed the act that he started on that steamy night
almost two years ago, the night that the piss-happy progeny was
created. The night he had relived over and over in that blasted room.

With a disgusted grunt he pushed off the wall and
disappeared around the corner, his opaque mind and heart in furious
turmoil.

~*~
And you could be happy, and I could be miserable
I'll grab a metaphor out of the air
The Cuyahoga River on fire
~*~

*******

He watched through the small window as Kakarotto
disappeared once again into the living quarters, more than likely in
search of his mate's mother and food. Trunks had flashed him a
small smile as he left, and disappeared into the household as well, but
in a different direction than Kakarotto. More than likely to the
rooms that were designated as his own.

He moved over to the console to switch on the gravity, but
instead he veered away from the central panel and instead headed
for the small shower, intent on cleansing himself of the blood that
dirtied his frame from his second year in the Room of Spirit and
Time. The shower was quick; his time used efficiently under the hot
water. It was also a time to take inventory of an injuries that might
hinder himself the next day in battle. Finding none that were of any
consequence, or ones that would be healed sufficiently by this time
tomorrow, he dressed himself in a fresh training outfit and made his
way to the far wall of the room, the gravity simulator still off, and
sat down on the floor, his muscled legs spread out in front of him and
his arms crossed over his thick chest. He allowed his eyes to close
and the back of his head to lean against the smooth surface of the
metal wall. Mentally commanding his breathing to calm, his heart to
slow, and his mind devoid of thought, he began his meditations.

Meditating was not his strong point--normally, he hated the
time-wasting exercise, and when he was younger he protested the
exercise tooth and nail. But as he got older, he realized the benefits
of the relaxing ritual, and came to cherish the time alone. Sometimes
in his meditations he would go over past battles, checking his forms
and vilifying his faults, mentally correcting himself for the next time.
Other times he would just gather his wits, especially after a
particularly gruesome purging that was hard on the muscles as well on
the mind. And everyone, including Furiiza, tended to leave him in
peace while he meditated, somehow knowing the time spent in his
mind was important to his psyche as well as his physical being.

But this time, his thoughts were not on battles past, or
battles future. This time, he focused on the one battle
present--omnipresent, omnipotent in everything that lived, breathed,
existed around him.

Bulma.

Onna.

Mate.

Bonded.

The one battle he could not be decided with fist or ki. No
clear-cut battle strategy would win this war between his soul and his
mind. And as his mind and his soul debated against each other for
supremacy in the decision for the final completion of his link to the
Chikyuu-jiin female, his heart surprised them both and took them all,
kicking and screaming, down Memory Lane. To the night that changed
everything, forever.

To that night.

~~Two years ago (four, counting ROSAT time)~~

He shut down the gravity simulator, frustrated to no means.
The hot and humid air normally did not affect him; he had survived in
harsher climates before. But something about the day made his
normally focused mind unravel and wander to things unknown. I will
get nothing accomplished sitting in here sweating, he grumbled to
himself, might as well seek relief from the heat inside.

He stepped outside, the heat and sun striking him three times
as intense as it was inside the metal sphere. A new layer of shining
sweat immediately sprung from his pores, soaking through the thin
shorts he wore, making them cling wetly to his thick and swollen thigh
muscles. A quick swipe with the towel around his neck to his face
cleared the rivulets that stung his eyes and he inhaled deeply in an
attempt to clear his lungs of the stuffyness that accumulated while
inside the chamber.

But all that did was send his senses reeling. A delicious aroma
filled him, sending every single nerve in his body flying into
overstimulation. Such a strong, overpowering feeling made his mind
fuzz; once sharp senses dulled in comparison to the desire of finding
the origin of the smell that assalted him head on. Unknowingly, he
closed his eyes and let his feet take him where they needed to go.

Tripping over a thorny bush made him come back to realtime,
and he opened his eyes to find out that he had just turned into the
far corner of the Capusle Corporation property. The area was
sanctioned for personal use by family members, and normally was
occupied by the elder female, buried elbow deep in tending the large
spans of greenery she called her 'flower gardens.' Naturally, he
didn't venture into the area very often--only when dragged or lured
down in the cool of the evening with the temptation of a feast.

Here, the scent that struck him so hard when he exited the
gravity chamber was in full blossom, and he quickly rationalized that
it wasn't the heavy odor of the flowers that pulled him here. A few
steps into the cover of the tall thick brush told the story for him. It
was she.

Within several yards of his stature, the blue haired female
sat crouched alongside the great expanse of treated water, splashing
her slim hands into the wetness as she called one of the many canines
that wandered the estate. He watched as the furry beast swam
toward her with a brightly colored toy in its mouth, and when it came
near her, she reached out to take it from the animal, only to throw it
once again into the water for the canine to go gather it again. He
shook his head at the absurdity of the cycle. There was no real point
in the exercise--maybe a slight workout for the animal, but no real
finality came from it if she just kept rethrowing it as soon as the
piece of plastic was brought back to her.

He stepped closer, and his mind qickly forgot about the simple
game as the enticing scent became stronger. His eyes roved over her
bent frame, and he noticed with a tightening of his groin how
shamelessly exposed she was to any ordinary passer-by. A very small,
thin piece of purple fabric was barely covering her rear, and the only
thing he could see covering her back was a cord tied around her neck.
Her normally milky-pale flesh was a very light pink from the
scorching rays of the brightly burning star in the sky.

Vejiita swallowed hard, cursing inwardly to himself as the
tightening in his groin became a heated pulse as he watched
the blue-haired water nymph embrace the water-logged beast,
staring fixedly on her features as she laughed when the animal shook
itself to free the heavy pelt of excess water. The canine then ran
from her embrace and she turned to see where it was headed, and he
discovered with both shock and excitement that the thin cloth barely
covered her front as well, the fabric spitting on her hips to arch
across her rounded chest and dip around to protect her secret
center.

"Vejiita!" she called out with a wave, "I'm glad you escaped
that oven of a room! It's way too hot to be training in that furnace
today. You'll become a saiya-jiin cookie." She winked and put her
hands on her hips, and his eyes were drawn to that area of her body
once again. "You are done training, ne?"

He swallowed again and stepped a few paces closer to her, his
senses reeling from being enveloped in the delicious smell that he now
concluded, originated from her. "For now. What was the point in
that exercise with the hound? It did not help tone your biceps in any
manner." He took a few more steps closer, and mentally schooled his
features. Dizziness threatened to cloud his judgement and he fought
tooth and nail to control it.

"What?" Her features pulled with puzzlement. "I wasn't doing
any exercises...do you mean playing fetch with Boomer?" She rolled
her eyes. "It's just a game. Actually, it's one of his favorites.
Golden retrievers are water dogs, so he gets a big kick out of
jumping into the water." She sat down on the edge of the pool and
let her legs dangle into the clear water. "Come join me for a swim?"

He was next to her and the intoxicating smell almost robbed
him of his speech. He had been racking his memories, trying to
figure out why her smell was so potent today, and why it stirred him
in such a manner. It affected him even more than the smell of her
arousal, and that had profound effects in itself. No, this was
something different; something more intense--meaningful in its own
right.

"How can you swim in such chemically trated water? The smell
in itself is almost deadly." He dipped a toe into the liquid and a jolt
of lightning shot up his leg. The water temperature was a sharp
contrast to the air above.

"Oh, I bet the chlorine is murdering your sensitive nose, ne?"
She shrugged and slipped in, the water level rising to only hug her
hips. "The chlorine kills the germs that tend to grow in this type of
setting. A necessary evil." She turned around and grinned up at him.
"Come on in--the water feels wonderful."

Cursing himself and his senses, he sat down on the edge of the
pool, his legs disappearing into the clear drink. He squinted his eyes
against the glare of the sun's reflection off the water and kept his
gaze intent on her as she made her way over to him, and he let her
part his legs so she could come closer to him. "I am in the water,
Onna," he looked down at her hands that rested lightly on his lower
thighs, and then back to her face, a small, secretive smile curling at
her lips, "what more do you want from me?"

"Now that's a loaded question if I ever heard one," she teased
him, her hands trailing up and down his hard legs, leaving quickly
evaporating droplets of water wherever she touched. "What more do
I want?" She leaned close and captured his lips, mixing the taste of
chlorine with sweat. She pulled away and floated out of his reach.
"Of you..." She turned around and with a quick jump and flip of her
body, dove under the water.

He growled audibly. She was in a torturing mood today. He
followed her wavy form under the water with his eyes and watched
as she broke the surface on the other side, gasping for fresh air.
She turned around to see where he was and he noticed a small pout
on her dripping lips. "What are you still doing over there?"

"I am watching you gasp for breath, trying to fill your puny
lungs." He let a smirk escape when he noticed her pout get bigger.
"You aren't meant to be an underwater creature, otherwise you would
have been born with gills."

She huffed and slapped the water with her hands.
"Whatever." She turned her gaze back to him and watched with a
raised eyebrow as he gently lowered himself into the water. She
giggled at his upturned nose, scrunched as he stared into the cool
drink. "It's not going to eat you, you know."

"Then why is it attacking my skin?"

"You're just oversensitive to the chemicals. They're not going
to hurt you or leave any residual damage." She inhaled deeply and
ducked under the water again, pushing off the side to give her an
extra boost. She circled his feet, poking his legs with the barest of
touches before breaking the surface directly in front of him, slowly
standing until they reached eye to eye. "Of course, if you drink the
water, it'll burn the next time you urinate."

He blinked. "What?"

"Never mind," she giggled and launched herself onto his chest.
But he was still recovering from the urinating remark, and they both
toppled into the water.

Vejiita was the first to break the surface, gasping for air with
wide eyes. "What were you trying to do, drown me?" He wiped at his
face and let out a hissing noise. "What is in this hellish water, acid?"

A giggle made him turn around and he discovered Bulma
staring at him, the only thing above the water was her laughing eyes.
He narrowed his own and took a step closer to her, but she just
backed up a step. He repeated his forward movement, and she copied
with a backward pace as well. He stopped and crossed his arms, a
scowl on his dripping features. She copied him again, although her
own scowl didn't match his very well when she broke out into giggles.
She stood up with a splash in his direction. "Oh, come on, Vejiita! I'm
just having fun with you! Lighten up and play with me!"

He narrowed his eyes in a sneer. "Play? The Saiya-jiin no Ouji
does not play, Onna." With a quick movement he scooped her into his
arms and tossed her through the air and into the deep end of the
water. "Although, he does get even." A playful smirk danced across
his features as he watched her come up spluttering. "That's for your
pitiful attempt at drowning."

"Vejiita!" she spat out a mouthful of chlorinated water and
glared at him while she treaded water, "you almost..." she stopped her
train of thought as he disappeared from her sight. "Where'd he go?"
She turned around in a circle, trying to figure out where he went.
She even looked up to see if there would be an arial assault, but he
wasn't there. A literal sinking feeling tickled a foot and she hurriedly
grabbed a lungful of air just before she was yanked underwater.

Hard, heavy arms circled her flailing body, and she could feel
the heat that radiated from him even under the water. Her eyes
were screwed shut, but she knew the muscled male was directly in
front of her, and she had further evidence when his lips sealed
themselves over hers. Her slim arms wrapped around his thick neck
and she buried her fingers in his gently waving hair, along with her
lightly muscled legs wrapping around his trim waist to firmly anchor
herself to the fleshy weight that was eagerly devouring her mouth.

The cool water that surrounded them did nothing to squelch
the flame that ignited in her stomach, and she clutched at him
tighter when he maneuvered her flaccid lips open to meld their
tongues in a duel. A fleeting thought about her remaining available
air was tossed out the proverbial window when her lungs filled once
agin with life-giving oxygen. She pried open her eyes to see a smirk
dancing at the corner of her mouth and she realized that he shared
his own air supply with her. She closed her eyes again when she felt
his hands caress the bare skin of her back, his roughened fingers
dancing up and down her spine, and a moan released precious bubbles
when he latched onto her rear, pulling her flush with his own heated
core.

Another moan fell from her lips when he relased her mouth
and began to venture lower on her frame, and her eyes shot wide
open when she realized at some point he had untied her suit and the
cool water rushing past the burning heat below told her she was
completely naked. A quick glance at the daring male in front of her
told her he was in the same state of dress as she. Quickly, she
pushed herself away from him and tried to swim to the surface.

Vejiita chuckled inwardly at the shocked expression his water
creature gave him when she finally realized what he was doing. The
absurdity of her feeble protest of the situation was laughable at
best. He clutched the agitatedly kicking female close to him, pinning
her arms and legs tight against his own frame. He closed his eyes
and claimed her lips once again, to pass more oxygen into her lungs.

*Be still, little one. Your just desserts are about to be
served.*

Coiling his legs against the bottom of the pool, he pushed off
and broke the surface of the water in a giant spout, soaking anything
within several yards with the run off as he shot into the air like a
rocket. Under the water, the delicious aroma that permeated from
her was undetectable--the chlorine that surrounded him tended to
overpower his nose. But now that the water was far behind them,
her original scent became known once again, sending his nerves into
overdrive and his core into flames. He glanced at her, her eyes
scrunched tight against the gale-force winds that pushed at them as
they rose higher and higher into the atmosphere also did nothing to push
away the intoxicating signals she was sending him.

He came to an abrupt stop, several miles above the yellow
dome, high above the nearest puffy cloud. "Open your eyes, Bulma,"
he murmured quietly, "and tell me what you are doing to me."

"What are you talking about?" She blinked a few times and
glanced around at the bright blue expanse they were surrounded by.
Unconsciously, her legs quickly latched around his muscled waist, and
ths time Vejiita groaned and closed his eyes, his head falling into the
crook of her neck. "Why are we so high?"

"I won't let you fall, Bulma," he growled into her neck, nipping
at the now cool flesh with urgency. "Tell me what purpose you have in
driving me insane!"

"Purpose? I don't understand what you're talking about,
Vejiita," she sighed as he tended to the deliate skin behind her ear.
"How am I..." Rational words left her mind and only nonsense syllables
were left when he shifted slightly and plunged into her throbbing
center, pistoning in and out with a driving need she hadn't felt from
him since their first time.

"Your scent...intoxicating...blinding me..." he grunted into her
neck as waves and waves of pleasure made brightly colored spots
flash across his eyelids. "Driving me insane..." he inhaled again and
moaned, his pace increasing doubly. "Almost as if..."

He opened his eyes and pulled back, his expression intense and
he quickly disengaged from his frentic activities. His senses widened
even further as he finally understood why she was sending his
rational mind into oblivion. "Onna...Bulma..."

"Vejiita...why did you stop? What's wrong?" She panted, close
to her completion when he had abruptly stopped and pulled out of her
burning core.

He sighed and leaned his forehead against hers. "Bulma, if we
continue, you will...you will bear my heir."

"What? Bear your...I'll get pregnant?" her eyes widened at
the implication. "How do you know?"

"Your scent." He waved a non-descript hand to her womb.
"Your fertility is at its peak and if we continue, we will create a child.
That is what has been driving me crazy all day."

Now she was confused. "But you've never acted this way or
mentioned anything about it before. My cycle occurs every month.
Why now?"

He opened his eyes and saw the genuine confusion in her blue
orbs. "Maybe my body wasn't ready for the burden of conception.
Maybe it has something to do with the heat. Or the fact that..." he
broke off his next thought with a shrug. He was not willing to admit
to himself that a connection with the aqua-haired female was even
possible, yet alone forming. He could not voice such an event out loud,

Her brows came together in deep thought, and he could see
the inner cogs of her mind whirling. "So, if we continue, I'm more
than likely going to get pregnant, correct?" He nodded and she
returned the gesture. "Then let's continue, Vejiita." At the shocked
look on his face, she smiled and placed a soft kiss on his lips. "I am
more than willing to bear your child, Vejiita," she murmured into his
lips as she wiggled on his body, "I think that the life we create
together will be the greatest creature known to man and saiya-jiin
alike."

He swallowed and put a hand on her hips, stilling her attempt
to maneuver him back into her slick enterance. "Are you sure, Bulma?
It will not be an easy task, and I can't promise to be what you need
me to be."

She hesitated slightly, and then nodded. "He will be
magnificent, Vejiita, and you will be proud to call him your son." She
lowered herself on his rigid length and the pair groaned in unison.
They quickly reestablished their frenzied pace, their hands, legs, and
mouths intwined into a jumble as their bodies became wet once again
with sweat. A loud cry from each of them accompanied the red flash
that occurred when he sank his teeth into her neck, letting the
heated liquid fill his mouth and spill down his throat. And with a
howling shriek, he spilled his life-giving seed into her throbbing nest,
their souls echoing the union in a nerve-shuddering climax, and both
shook from the intensity of the completion.

It took both of them several minutes to recover into their
right minds, and when he did, Vejiita slipped a warm hand in-between
them, resting it on Bulma's lower stomach. "Can you tell if I've
conceived?" she spoke quietly, her head resting on his slick shoulder.

He shook his head. "Not yet." He smirked down at her and
sniffed loudly. "Your scent tell me you are still fertile. It might take
a few extra times."

She swatted at him weakly and smirked back. "What, can't the
Saiya-jiin no Ouji impregnate his female the first time around?"

He grinned, his lips turned in a wicked leer. "Of course he can.
But if he wants more than one heir at a time..."

~~Present time~~

He opened his eyes, and he knew what he had to do.

**************

She grumbled darkly to herself, muttering select curses that
thankfully the young ears she dressed did not understand as of yet.
With a little extra pressure she sealed the tape that held the sides
of the disposable diaper closed. "Pee on me, will you? Hmph!" The
young one on the table just babbled baby talk back to her.

Picking up her young child, she cradled him to her chest and
rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet, reveling in the smell
of the soft purple down that tickled her nose. A low hum resonated
in her chest, and on cue, a quiet rumble echoed back to her in
response. The first time she heard Trunks' 'purr', she thought he had
a nasty case of bronchitis, and immediately panicked. A thorough
examination by herself and her father, both finding nothing amiss,
she worried herself into a tizzy until the next night when she heard
the same sound once again, this time a louder and deeper sound,
coming from the contented sleep of Trunks' father, and her husband.

She confronted Vejiita the next morning, asking about the
sound, telling him of her fears for their child, but not mentioning to
him of hearing him make the sound himself. He blew her off in
response, ridiculing her for making a nuisance of herself over
something so trivial as the contented sound of a saiya-jiin. After that
she left rather meekly, a state she was not used to being in, but she was
glad that she did not mention his own use of the sound, for he would
not have answered her as honestly as he had originally.

But now, she reveled in the sound, knowing that it was the
epitome of pleasure she could experience with each of her males, in
their own special way.

A sigh escaped her throat, and she thought back to the state
her husband was in when she last saw him, both physically and
mentally. He was a bloody, gory mess, not completely unexpected by
her. He was in the room for a year, and one can accumulate much
damage in such a time span, especially the masochistic Saiya-jiin no
Ouji. She patted herself on her schooled features as she took in the
damage when he appeared in the bathroom. But her reaction to what
she saw in his eyes far outweighed what she would have done to his
body.

His eyes...his eyes literally burned for her. She had not seen
such extreme lust boiling just under the surface. Sure, it had been
some time since they had last lain together, a few weeks, and back
before Trunks was born they had been very...active...in the bedroom,
but she then amended, two of her days without him was two years to
him, so his abstinence was even longer than hers. But she could not
get over the raw need in his obsidian gaze, completely focused on her.
Who knows what would have happened if Trunks had not proven
himself of his own virility?

She glanced at the babe on her shoulder, his quiet purr
resonating against her chest. She thought he would have been asleep
by now, but his big blue solemn gaze was focused completely on her. Very
serious eyes for a child so young, and she shivered at the thought of
what the future version of the child she held in her arms had seen
with his own azure gaze. She saw the shadows that danced in his
eyes when he thought no one was looking, the gentle features pooling
into a concentrated frown that showed just who his sire was.

She shook her head slightly, scaring away the dark thoughts
and turned on a cheerful smile to the small baby. "Come on, Trunks,
how about we find something to play with? I think Fluffy-puppy is
hiding from us." At the mention of his favorite stuffed animal,
Trunks' head popped up from her shoulder, and an excited burble of
slobber ran down his cheek as he babbled.

A trip into the nursery solved that mystery, and soon baby and
puppy were happily on the carpeted floor, fast on their way into
another adventure. Bulma made use of the time by straightening out
the room, folding and putting away clean clothing, sending dirty and
soiled ones to the laundry, finding and replacing many odd toys her
father invented to help 'stimulate' young Trunks' mind, although she
thought it stimulated her father's creative genius more than her
son's.

Plopping onto the floor, she grabbed Fluffy-puppy and
attacked Trunks' tummy with the soft creature, sending the youngest
Saiya-jiin into fits of giggles. A soft knock on the door distracted
their play.

"I knocked this time, so you wouldn't get scared and get angry
at me."

She rolled her eyes at him. "As if I could stay mad at you for
long. We've been through too much together, Son-kun, for our
friendship to end that quickly."

***********

After Goku left, she played and read with Trunks for another
hour, and then put him down for his nap; he immediately fell asleep,
his purr softly caressing her heart as she watched him at rest for a
minute. Slipping quietly out of the room with a baby monitor tucked
in one hand, she made her way down the cavernous halls of Capsule
Corp and into the recesses where the labs were situated, well out of
range of any innocent bystander that might happen to wander into
harm's way.

Immediately she sought out her father, who was hard at work
trying to organize the mess of wires that was removed from
Juuroko-gou's internal circuitry. Pulling out a soldering gun, she dug
in as well, hoping that they would finish the job before the deadline
tomorrow.

********

~~Several hours later~~

Bulma was so lost in the mass of wire and heat she was
unaware of her surroundings that she dropped the soldering iron
when the monitor next to her suddenly came to life.

Dr. Briefs looked up from his computer terminal, "Sounds like
the little guy is ready to get up."

"I didn't realize it was so late!" she glanced at her watch and
discovered it was well past the time he ate lunch. She glanced around
at the mess she made and then at her father, who sighed and nodded
his head. "Thanks, Papa. I was just about done here, anyway."

"Right, and I am just about done with these last calculations.
I'll input the last of the information, and then I'll finish up in his
chest." Another loud protest crackled over the handset and he made
a shooing motion. "Go on! The young prince is demanding his lunch,
ne?"

She smiled and pulled off the protective coat she wore. "And
he sounds exactly like the elder one when he's hungry. See you later,
Papa."

Quickly, she made her way to the nursery, and was just in time
to duck behind the door as a large bright light blinded her senses.
"Trunks!" she yelled, and as soon as she could see again, she rushed
back in the room to see that he was in need of a new crib. Again.

"Oh, Trunks, this is the third one in two months!" She picked
her way through the wreckage to retrieve the now burbling Trunks, a
large, drooling smile on his face, and his arms waving in the air.
"What am I going to do with you, hmm?" She sighed, as his answer
was just one of baby talk. A quick change of diaper and the pair were
off to eat a late lunch.

In the kitchen, she was greeted with the delicious smells of
her mother's cooking. "Thank goodness! I was hoping I wouldn't have
to make something." She gave her mother a relieved smile as she
pulled out the highchair, setting Trunks inside.

"I knew you were hard at work in the lab, Bulma-chan." She
carried a large plate filled with sandwiches over to the table. A pot
of soup already was set. "I fed the older Trunks already, and Vejiita
hasn't emerged from the gravity room as of yet. Did you want to call
him in?"

She glanced out the window to see the lights on in the room.
She couldn't hear any blasts, and the natural hum of the generator,
so that meant he was meditating. "No, if he's hungry, he'll come in."
She learned quickly not to interrupt his meditation time. Being left
alone usually increased the length of the fuse to his short temper.
And the longer it was, the more peace existed in the household.
Cutting up a sandwich, she placed the plate in front of the happy boy,
and he immediately grabbed for one of the small bites, shoving it in
his mouth, while his other hand reached for another.

Mini Briefs chuckled at the side of the two fisted assault.
"My, someone's a hungry boy!" She went back into the kitchen and
came out with a large jug of milk. She poured some into a sipper cup,
replacing the lid firmly and put it on the tray.

Bulma placed another cut up sandwich on the almost empty
plate. "Well, he didn't eat much for breakfast. You should have seen
the mess he made with the Cheerios! And then when I was giving him
a bath, guess what he did!"

"What did he do?"

She grunted disgustedly. "He peed on me!"

"Oh my," Mini chuckled, "little boys will do that."

"I know, Mama," she snorted, "it was disgusting, anyway."
Trunks, sensing he was being talked about, threw up his hands and
laughed, spraying sandwich bits everywhere. Bulma sighed and put
another sandwich on his plate. She figured he would be just about
full, but she learned from experience, there was always room in a
Saiya-jiin stomach for more.

Mini laughed again, "He's such a happy little guy, aren't you?"
She cooed at him while wiping his face off with a napkin. "What are
you going to do this afternoon, Bulma?"

She shrugged her shoulders in indifference, while blowing the
steam off her spoonful of soup. "I don't know, yet. I should go back
down into the lab and help Papa, but I also need to go into town for a
bit. Trunks blew up his crib again."

"Again? What a powerful little man!" She pulled him out of
his chair, hugging him close. Trunks protested with an indignant
squawk, reaching in vain for more sandwich. Bulma obliged his search
hands by handing him a larger chunk. "I need to go into town, too, so
why don't I pick up a new crib for you? And I'll take Mr. Powerful
with me. Are you going to protect your Gramma? Yes you are!"

Bulma sighed. "That'd actually be good. Then I don't have to
worry about him while I'm down in the lab."

"Of course dear," Mini nodded back, "we'll be just fine, won't
we? I think I have a cookie for my special boy in the kitchen!" The
pair left.

She sighed again, shaking her head. "She spoils him so much."
Her mind was set at ease, though. Trunks would be with her mother
the entire afternoon. Usually a trip in town meant that besides going
to the mall for shopping, she would be stopping by several of her
Gardening Club friends, and more than likely they would be cooing
over Trunks for hours. Which meant that she had the afternoon to
herself.

Taking her time to finish up her lunch, she read the day's
newspaper that was folded on the table, checking up on the local
news, but everything seemed to be focusing on the next day's 'games'
with Cell, so all of the other news was pushed off to the side. After
her leisurely lunch, she made her way back to her suite of rooms, and
took a shower. She had changed her shirt after her 'shower' from
Trunks, but she still felt dirty from the episode, and a long, relaxing
session under the massaging spray would do her good.

***

An hour and a full bottle of bubbles later, she felt like a whole
person. She didn't get much time to herself, especially with Trunks
becoming much more mobile. He was an active crawler, and was just
on the cusp of walking.

When she entered her bedroom, something seemed different
in the air, and she stopped in the middle of the room, frozen in one
place, her eyes darting around the room, checking everything and
anything to see if it was missing, or out of place. But she could see
nothing in particular wrong, or gone, so she shook off the weird
sensations, going into her large closet to get dressed .

And when she emerged once again, that feeling hit her again,
even stronger this time, resonating in her chest like an ache. She put
her hand on her heart, and she could feel it beating fast, in response
to something, she didn't know. "Is someone here?" she called out
questioningly, her eyes darting around the room for answers. But she
received none. Moving back into the bathroom that connected to her
bedroom, she reached for a brush and untangled her thick blue locks.
Once again that feeling ran over her, and she identified it this time:
something, or someone, was watching her. She quickly turned around,
but there was nothing there. She peeked around the corner of the
door and a quick scan of the room showed no one had entered it as
well. "Now I'm being paranoid." She ran the brush through her hair
once again while walking back into the bedroom.

"Not really. You can sense me innately. It shows how much we
are connected."

She whirled around, tossing the hard wooden-handle brush in
the direction of the voice. "Stop scaring me like that! You know how
I hate it when you sneak up on me."

He easily caught the projectile in one hand and stood up from
his position against the door frame. "You knew I was coming. I
sensed your unease the minute I entered this floor. You should not
have been startled."

A quick glance up and down his frame told her that he had not
trained this day, and was meditating like she thought. Crossing her
arms over her chest, she turned away and sat in a chair, her back to
him and picked up a book from the small table alongside. "I should
have known it was you all along, although I thought you'd be out in the
GR longer." A slow prick up and down her spine told her that he had
moved away from the door and was standing directly behind her. A
warm heat started to pool deep in her stomach, but she ignored it.
"How was your meditation?"

"It served my purposes."

The pool of heat started to create waves as she felt his
breath against her ear. And when she felt the soft bristles run down
her scalp, she let her eyes roll back in her head. The feel of someone
else brushing your hair was always a welcome treat. She caught a
shaky breath and tried to continue the conversation. "What did you
think about?" A small groan escaped her lips when she felt his bare
fingers brush across the nape of her neck as he gathered her hair in
his hands. A warm sensation flowed throughout her body as he ran
ki-heated fingers through her mane, drying the wet strands.

"Many things."

"Such...such as?"

"Me. You. Us." Her train of thought crashed when she felt
his lips on her neck, just under her ear. His whisper sent jolts of
lightning down her spine, stirring the pool of heat in her stomach to a
raging storm.

~*~
What can you say, the impossible happens
What can you settle for?
What can you live without?
I remember the night I first darkened your door
And I swore that I loved you
My heart was pure
~*~

She turned slightly in the chair, trying to catch his eyes with
her own. "What...what do you mean, Vejiita?"

Their eyes met and Bulma was reminded of his look from that
morning, the bottomless pit of need. For her. She never felt such a
want from anyone than what he was sending her now, and the heated
pool started churning, trying to encompass her entire being, drowning
out any thought of resistance, focusing on the intensity that burned
in his eyes. For her.

He didn't remove his gaze from her, the endless pools of blue
taking his breath away. He could see the spark of lust begin to burn
bright, and with a small smirk, he encouraged the flame to grow
brighter. He moved around the chair and knelt in front of her. "I
want to bond with you, Bulma."

Her eyes widened. She knew what he was talking about; she
knew of the intimate link that ChiChi shared with Goku. She was
jealous of the couple and their connection, wanting something like
that ever since ChiChi talked about it. And she knew she had a slight
connection to the dark male in front of her, it was obvious from just
before, when she sensed his coming. But she also knew that it was
not the full deal; there was more to it than what she and Vejiita
shared, but she didn't dare press the subject with him. He would
deny any such link to the day's end, claiming it 'nonsense' and
'weakness'.

But she knew that he knew there was more to it. More than
the ever-present tickle in the back of her mind and the jump of her
heart when he was near her. More than the uneasy feeling when he
walked into the room. More than the heady sensation she felt when
he touched her. She wanted more, and now, he was offering it to
her. The one thing left he could give her.

He gave her a child. He gave her the status of a lifetime
companion. Now, he was giving her, himself.

Could she accept such a gift?

~*~
And I could be happy, and you could be miserable
I'll grab a metaphor out of the air
The Cuyahoga River on fire
~*~

She swallowed, her eyes bright with unshed tears. "Are you
positive you want this, Vejiita? There is no going back, right?"

He sighed, closing his eyes, leaning his forehead against hers.
"If I don't, Bulma, I will go mad. Mad with the pain of an
uncompleted bond, and you would soon follow. I have denied it for a
long time, and now realize I was denying the inevitable. Bonding was
not something I planned on doing. I never even thought I would have
an opportunity, nor did I wish one." He opened his eyes and the pools
of black tar seemed to encompass her soul. "I want to bond with you,
Bulma. And not because of need, because of want." She sucked in a
breath at his words, realizing what they truly meant. A sob hitched
in her throat.

He took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment before
opening them again, and locked onto hers.

"I love you, Bulma. Will you bond with me?"

~*~
My open window, a dream in the dark
My fingers, your face
A spark, a trace--
~*~

"Vejiita..."

Her answer was to claim his lips with hers, pushing herself
into him. He accepted the gesture with his own, returning it with
equal fervor, burying a hand deep into her thick hair, crushing her
smaller frame against his. He slowly stood up on his feet, her legs
automatically wrapping around his hips and staggered to the bed. He
broke contact with her for a moment, quickly shedding them both of
needless clothing, their bodies eager to finally consummate the union
they waited for, for so long.

He rested a heavy hand on her chest, Bulma placing one of her
own over his. He looked up and focused on the deep pools of blue
that shimmered brightly with the light of the room. He spoke softly,
but clearly, his gaze not wavering. "Your heart is mine, for mine."

She echoed his words, as clear and focused as he. "My
heart is yours, for yours."

"Your mind is mine, for mine."

"My mind is yours, for yours." A white light started to form
around their conjoined hands.

"Your body is mine, for mine."

The light started to pulse, increasing in speed as she spoke
her words. "My body is yours, for yours."

"Your soul is mine, for mine."

"My soul is yours, for yours."

The white pulse exploded, and made both glow bright in its
intensity. Vejiita used his other hand to pull her glowing hand from
his, and settled it on his own chest. Their eyes never broke contact
as they spoke in unison.

"We are one: heart, mind, body, soul. To be apart is being
halved; together are we complete. Through eternity and beyond.
Nothing will sever the bond." The white light exploded once again,
making both close their eyes, and when they reopened them they
discovered that the white glow had receded to the hands that rested
over the other's heart. Each watched as the light literally seeped
into the other's chest, and disappeared from virtual view.

Vejiita let out a breath and closed the gap between them,
leaning down to capture her lips with his, savoring the new sensations
that filled his entire presence. The faint tickle that always was
present in the back of his mind was now a full-fledged essence,
bright and full of energy.

He released the kiss and opened his eyes, to see that she was
staring at him with a look of wonder on her face. "Is that, you? Is
that feeling...you? I thought I could...before...but now...you?" He
smirked at her inability to express herself.

"Too shocked for words, Bulma? I think this is a first."

Her open-face expression closed slightly at his tease, but she
quickly recovered. "So, what's next? Is there more to it? Or was all
that light show for affect?"

He narrowed his eyes, taking her own tease in stride. "We've
only just begun, Onna." With a swift and practiced movement, he
impaled himself into her.

He let out a soft groan as she completely surrounded him, her
burning center adding even more fuel to bonfire of his desire for
her. Now with the bond firmly in place, the intensity he felt was not
just his own, but hers as well.

As their climatic energies grew and exploded, he latched onto
her neck, opening the wound with his sharp canines that he created
the night Trunks was conceived, drinking the ever-giving life that
oozed and puddled in her thin shoulder blades, reeling in the tangy
smell that filled his nose and made him push harder and deeper into
her. Her cries sent him soaring over the edge, and as he exploded his
seed into her depths, his soul sought out hers, smashing the lock that
held their link closed, and entwined itself around her heart, as hers
did with his.

The bond was complete.

And as they came down from heights unreached, a low rumble
started in his chest, and to his shock and surprise, it echoed in her
own tones, harmonizing with him. The sound was one of the most
pleasing ever bestowed to his ears and he savored the peace that
surrounded them, like a comforting blanket.

The Bond was Complete.

~*~
And I could be happy, and you could be miserable
I'll grab a metaphor out of the air
The Cuyahoga River on fire
~*~

*sob* It's done! *bawl* Oh, how I love a sappy story. Now, before y'all get on my case about it not bein' a full blown-out lemon, well, I don't write that way. It's fairly obvious from the other chapter and this one that I like to allude to it more than write a full-blown sex scene. Besides, there are a lot of other talented people out there that do that a whole heckova lot better than I could. ((Jade-chan!!)) You've read them, you get the picture, ne? Anyway, let me know what you think--I'd love to hear from you!

Gie-chan

Oh..btw--if you couldn't guess, the 'Cuyahoga River' refrain is missing an explanation, ne? Doesn't fit in with the rest of the lyrics, ne? Well, I did leave out a verse, since it didn't do much for the whole train of thought of the story. The last refrain is this:

I know a lot about the history of Cleveland, Ohio
Disasters that have happened there
Like the Cuyahoga River on fire

Supposedly it happened in June of 1969, and it was a big joke of some sort. *shrug* But it's just like what Gene says--he grabs a metaphor out of the air. It didn't have to make sense. LOL ....Miss you, Gene....

Gie-chan