Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Summer Nights ❯ Secret forgiveness ( Chapter 5 )

Wishing Well

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or Dragon Ball Z, but I have finally earned enough money to by my very own pair of pants. Don't sue me.

Disclaimer: I work and study so I really don't have time to write. Don't hurt me.

Disclaimer: I'm such a pervert.

Legend: "…" = speech

'…' = thought (usually)

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He sat in the dark, black orbs glittering with a fierce blue sheen as he stroked himself slowly. A subsonic growl of impatience issued forth from lusciously cruel lips as his tension grew.

"7 days, 18 hours, 11 minutes, 24 seconds, and 53 milliseconds," he whispered harshly, his strokes growing imperceptibly firmer with every passing minute.

"That damn woman, she knows the rules..."

Cheerful, young voices floated up to his sensitive ears as another minute passed. Vegeta's growl went up by half a decibel as his irritation grew. His strokes increased in tempo now, and his breathing grew ragged.

"Onna..." he growled out breathlessly, as his eyes burned bright in the dark room.

--- --- --- --- --- Elsewhere in the Briefs mansion --- --- --- --- ---

Downstairs, Bulma was giving her sweet, adorable, evil son a goodbye kiss as she handed him over to the care of Chi Chi's father, the Ox King. Trunks' eyebrows dipped into a purple scowl reminiscent of the Saiyan no Ouji himself as he scrubbed the kiss off, much to Bulma's amusement.

"Kaa-san," he whined as Goten sat giggling in the back seat of the Ox King's air car, "not in front of that third class baka!"

"I'll try to remember that, dear," Bulma chuckled, giving him a slightly more acceptable hug instead. "Now don't go giving the Ox King any trouble! I've given him permission to withhold dinner if you don't behave!"

Trunks' face blanched at the thought of no dinner, while Goten proceeded to faint in the backseat. The Ox King chuckled, and opened the door for his next little victim...er, ward, to enter the vehicle.

"I promise I won't get caught!" Trunks yelled with a wicked smirk, dodging his mother as he jumped into the car. However, before buckling the seat belt, Trunks leaned out to whisper conspiratorially into his mother's ear.

"Try the dancing outfit," he declared en sotto voce, before slamming the door shut as the Ox King screeched off to Master Roshi's island. He and Goten waved mischievously out of the car as Bulma stood these blushing and fuming.

'Damned monkeys, what the hell are they grinning for?' she thought morosely as she turned to go back into the house. However, as her hand touched the doorknob, it flew open, almost causing her to fall flat on her face on the welcome mat.

"Oh, sorry honey, gotta run, late for the opera!" her clueless mother chirped, dressed to the nines with her poor father in tow. As they passed her to rush to their car, her father paused to kiss his beloved daughter.

"Try the dancing outfit," Dr. Briefs murmured as he pecked Bulma on the cheek before entering the car.

"I left you both extra goodies! You'll need it!" Mrs. Briefs cried out enthusiastically as the car roared to life. "Have a good night with Veggy-kun!"

"Dammit, what are you people talking about?!" Bulma shrieked as the car flew down the driveway. Mumbling, she turned to go into the house.

"I wish someone would clue me in," she muttered as she closed the front door and shucked off her slippers. "And since when did I have a dancing outfit?"

'And most importantly of all, where the hell is Vegeta?' she fumed silently as she prepared to descend the stairs to her lab. She'd been working on a new prototype for a defense contract with a friendly foreign government, and she just needed a few more hours to finish...

Suddenly, a roar shook the house. Behind her, the dark abode flared yellow, and she could feel ki rumble down the main stairs to flow over her with orgasmic bliss. She gasped as the ki drenched her in sensation, causing so much pleasure to course through her body that her heart almost stopped.

"Kuso!" she yelped, breathing hard as the wave passed. The lab was forgotten as she turned to climb the stairs to her old bedroom. Panicked, she slammed the door to the now unused bedroom open, and darted to the walk-in closet that held her pre-Trunks outfits. Rosewater-scented clothes flew out of said closet until she found what she was looking for.

"The dancing outfit," she mumbled, her eyes checking the wispy mass of material in her hands for tears. With no further ado, she was dropping her lab clothes.

--- --- --- --- --- Elsewhere in the Briefs mansion --- --- --- --- ---

Vegeta sat in the dark room, his breath coming out in harsh pants as the blue fire blazed in his eyes unabated. He looked at his manhood as it continued to spill his essence into his waiting hands, smirking every time the large, mushroom-shaped head swelled and splashed. The thick fluids that spilled effortlessly from his body entranced him, hypnotizing him with the rhythmic release. His eyes never even moved as the door to the bedroom slowly creaked open.

"You are late, woman," he snarled callously.

Bulma did not reply. Instead, she stood with her back to him, one hand on the doorframe and the other on her outthrust ass. Her hair slid over her back to hang provocatively as she peeked at him over her shoulder, a smoldering look in her sapphire eyes.

Feeling her heated stare, Vegeta tore his self-adoring gaze away from his phallus and looked up at her. His eyes bulged slightly as he finally saw his wife, a purr rumbling from his chest.

"Yes, that outfit," he ground out, as his lust rose once more.

Bulma was dressed in the equivalent of a simplistic, pink, sheer bandage. The gauzy material began as a halter tied loosely around her lithe neck, and skimmed dangerously close to her curvaceous body to the top of her thighs. Long stain ribbons wrapped her thighs and culminated in pink satin ballet slippers. The outfit dated from Bulma's teenage days of dancing. While she wasn't taking lessons anymore, she occasionally relaxed from the hassles of work by putting on the outfit and going through the exercises. Her relationship with Vegeta started when he walked in on her in the home gym, and watched her pirouetting form for almost an hour before ravishing her completely and exposing all of their dirty little secrets.

Vegeta's first dirty little secret was his thing for dancers. Dancers always, always got a rise out of him, especially when they wore next to nothing and moved with enviably grace.

A loud smack resounded in the room as Vegeta's cum-filled hands firmly grasped her nude buttocks under the dress and began to massage the fleshy globes. Bulma shuddered as his essence coated her ass, and her eyes turned hungry. In a heartbeat, she twisted in his grasp, throwing one arm around his neck as she leapt into his arms. With her legs firmly wrapped around his naked, Adonis-like body, she took one of his hands and returned it to the task of cupping her ass, while he raised his other, sticky hand to her lush lips. With no hesitation whatsoever, she sucked each of his callused fingers into her wet, warm mouth and laved them clean as a whistle.

Bulma's first dirty little secret was the fact that she loved Vegeta's essence. She loved the feel of it. She loved the taste of it. She loved the smell of it and the mere sight of it could send her into an orgasm.

Vegeta growled suggestively as his minx wiggled her wet crotch over his taut abdomen, leaving a potent trail of hot feminine desire. He was more than ready for her, and was about to embed himself firmly into her heat when she tipped them both onto the bed he had been sitting on. She lifted herself up and ground herself on his torso, dragging her heat from his well built pectoral muscles down to his groin, lewdly rubbing over the evidence of his desire, and then down his leg until her hot breath was level with his groin, sending torturous zephyrs of warm air over his engorged head, causing him to pant harshly in between each sultry puff. Vegeta withstood the sweet torture as long as he could until his snarl cut off all other sounds as his large hands guided her head down his length, not letting go until every inch was in her throat.

Bulma's second dirty little secret was the fact that she loved to suck long hard objects.

With a long hum, her lips wrapped themselves tighter around Vegeta's length, and she savored every long inch of his healthy endowment, scrubbing her tongue up and down his ridges and the long ridge on the underside. She twisted her head around, making sure that every inch was clean and then some. She then proceeded to slurp on him harshly, noisily, and wetly, pressing her weight down onto his legs and hips as he arched into her mouth, his hands firmly nestled in her rich aquamarine locks.

Vegeta's second dirty little secret was his love of a sloppy, hard blowjob. The wet, relentless pressure made him peak quickly, but left him hard as rock for later activities.

He was ready to move on to those other activities.

Bulma threw her head back as Vegeta roared in ecstasy, gasping as his eruption drenched her face and chest, sticking the gauzy material to her breasts. Clawing her way up his body, she threw herself onto him as he continued to spew, groaning loudly as he gushed into her scalding sheath. She settled into a fast rhythm, slamming herself down on him repeatedly, grinding her tender button on his hard pubic area on each down thrust. She had almost worked herself into an orgasmic frenzy when a growl ripped through the room and she was flung back violently.

Vegeta moved with the grace of a predator as he sat up and tucked his legs underneath himself, all without slipping out of Bulma's slick core. He gazed heatedly at Bulma as she lay back on the bed, panting and gasping for air, her perspiration and his cum glistening on her face and breasts, only for his sharp eyes to see. He reverently slid one hand to tangle in the hair at the back of her head as his other hand ran up and down her entire body, massaging each of her heavy breasts until her nipples rose into tight, aching buds. Slowly he leaned over her, grinding himself deeper into her as he flicked his tongue over the tip of each nipple, then engulfed each breast in the molten heat of his mouth. As he suckled on her breasts with slow, strong pulls of his tongue and teeth and lips, his free hand slid to the pearl nestled in her trimmed curls. He circled around it once, twice, and then flicked it incessantly. Most women would find release from this, but Vegeta's hand in her hair kept her still, and he refused to move in her, so his attentions became a sort of sweet agony to Bulma as he keep her on the edge.

"Onna," he whispered as he licked the valley between her breasts in long swipes of his rough tongue. "Onna, you know the rules. No more than 5 days between sexual gratification sessions."

He withdrew himself slowly, and then plunged back in roughly. Bulma shrieked and clawed for purchase on his sweat-slick skin, trying desperately to force her mate to repeat his actions, all to no avail as his arms wrapped around her back and hips, stilling her in flesh covered steel bands.

"Onna," Vegeta continued after his mate's struggles stilled, "I must punish you until you repent."

Again, he withdrew until only his tip lay in her entrance, to once again plunged deep into her.

"Onna," he growled as he pulled back again, "I will make you remember your promise to this Saiyan prince."

With that, he began to pummel himself deeper and deeper into her soft core, as she wrapped herself around him and screamed in agonizing pleasure. The rhythm was harsh, and Bulma had no control over the pleasure that Vegeta inflicted on her body, as she lay cocooned in his arms. Her cries echoed in the room, and were soon joined by Vegeta's ragged breathing.

Vegeta's and Bulma's third dirty little secret was the fact that they need their sex slow and hard to have truly mind numbing orgasms.

"Repent!" Vegeta barked out, even as he teetered on the each of an enormous orgasm, his vision a swirling haze of white and midnight blue.

Bulma mewled beneath him, breathless and unable to speak, even though she knew that only his forgiveness would bring her to completion.

"Repent!"

Both of them were going over the edge, held back only by Vegeta's adamantine will.

"Repent, Onna, for the love of me repent!"

"Forgive me… Vegeta… Forgive me!"

His control snapped, and they tumbled over into orgasm as Vegeta slammed into her thrice more before scalding her pulsing tight passage with the outpouring of his forgiveness. His ears rang as Bulma cried out loudly, once again digging her nails into his sides, breaking through old scar tissue to reestablish her claim on him. For many moments his mind was blank, even as his mouth clamped down on the marks he had made in the hollow of her left shoulder so long ago.

Slowly they came to. Vegeta rolled to one side as Bulma propped herself onto her side. As they struggled to catch their breath, Bulma ran feather light touches over his chest, turning her mouth to place sloppy kisses on the nipple closest to her. Vegeta felt her grin on his rib cage as his nipples puckered into hard little pebbles. Smirking, he drew her onto his body, sucking her bottom lip between his own pair as he kissed her passionately, deeply, allowing her to taste her own blood as he slipped into her again.

"Now, Onna, I will show you such pleasure that you will never forget your promise again. Not accidentally, at least…"

Please note: One more to go, and let me tell you, this one took a lot out of me. I will try to get out the Krillin and 18 one a little faster than a year O^_^O