Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Christmas Story for Raven ❯ One-Shot

A/N: As you can see by the title, I wrote this fic for Raven. I can't thank her enough for all her encouragement and support!

A Christmas Story for Raven

Or: Sex and a Christmas Tree

Bulma sat curled up on the floor wrapped in a blanket, watching the lights on the Christmas tree flash. It was dark outside, but she could see a light snow. There was something about nighttime during the Christmas season, something peaceful. The unfinished Christmas cards were scattered over the coffee table she leaned on, but she couldn't get it together to finish them. The flashing tree lights, the scent of the pine from the tree combined with the lingering smells of the baking from earlier in the day brought back memories of childhood. It was hard to keep her mind on the task at hand.

"What the hell is this?" Vegeta demanded, entering the room.

With a sigh, Bulma turned to him, "What now?"

He held his hand out to her; a sticky note stuck to his index finger.

She pulled the note off his finger, "It's a note from Mom, telling us not to eat all the cookies and stuff she made this morning. I know you can read."

"And what is that?" he pointed to the note, "A warning of some kind?"

"Oh, for Kami's sake, Vegeta!" she cried, "It's a smiley face, it's suppose to be nice!"

"Then it shouldn't look so creepy." He gave a disgusted sigh and flopped onto the couch across from her, "I don't see why anyone would make all that food and not let anyone eat it." He pouted.

"Here." She tore opens a fruit basket that had been sent as a gift and threw him a peach, "Now will you shut up?"

He stared at it suspiciously, "You actually eat this?"

"It's good for you. Now leave me alone, I have to get these cards done." She sighed, grabbing a candy cane. Vegeta could ruin a mood without even trying.

"Why do you send those stupid things out every year?"

"Because it's Christmas! We send these out every year to let friends know how we are doing and to wish them a merry Christmas."

"If they are your friends, wouldn't they know how you're doing already?"

"It's tradition." She grumbled, biting into the candy cane, hard.

He smirked at her as he leaned back on the couch and finally took a bite of the peach.

"You could help me do this." She said sweetly.

"Could, but won't." he answered smugly.

She looked up at him with a glare, but was distracted by watching him eat the peach. He stared out the window, absently sucking the juice off the peach. His teeth raked the soft flesh of the peach as he took another bite, and Bulma shivered. He felt her watching him and turned towards her, his lips still on peach, "What?"

"Nothing," she shrugged, "just eating my candy cane." She slipped in her mouth, sucking it hard as she slid it back out, slowly. His eyes narrowed and he threw the peach over his shoulder without looking. She pulled the candy cane in and out of her mouth few more times, before she held it out to him, "Want some?"

With one hand he shoved the coffee table across the room, and tackled her, keeping one arm around her back to stop her from slamming into the floor. She giggled and held the candy cane out to him, "You must really want this, huh?"

He slapped it out of her hand, "No, I want this instead." He caught her mouth with his, devouring it. His teeth nipped her lower lip, his tongue invading her mouth. He pulled the blanket off her, slipping his hands under the baggy sweatshirt she wore, covering her breasts, brushing her nipples with his thumbs. She gasped and squirmed beneath him, sliding her arms over his so her hands could reach the legs that straddled her. She ran her hands up his knees to his thighs trailing her thumbs along the insides.

He groaned and released her mouth long enough to pull the shirt over her head, forcing her to remove her hands. Before she could protest, he moved off her so he could slide her pants off. She took advantage of the situation, catching him off balance; she pulled his shirt over his head, shoving him onto his back. She straddled his hips, grinding her pelvis along the bulge straining his pants. She ran her hands along his shoulders, kneading the muscles, her mouth toying with his ear. Her tongue ran along his earlobe, then down his neck to his chest. As her tongue teased his nipples, her hands ran down his chest and stomach tracing the ridges of his hard muscles. His breath hitched when she reached the waistband of his pants.

She grinned as she slid her hands under the waistband and started sliding them down. Her tongue ran down his chest and stomach until she was able to flick her tongue across the tip of his member. His body tensed, and she took him into her mouth. She moved her mouth up and down, gently raking her teeth along the tender skin. Low moans rattled in his throat, his hips bucked, and his hands clutched sporadically at the carpet, before reaching to tangle in her hair. With a sudden cry, he pulled her mouth off him, and flipped her over so she was beneath him. She gasped in surprise, wrapping her legs around his waist, raising her hips, trying to urge him to enter her.

He smirked at her, shaking his head before he bent to take an erect nipple between his teeth, twirling his tongue around it. She whimpered and ground her hips against his, dragging her nails down his back. He ran a hand up her inner thigh, causing her to squirm beneath him. She threw her head back with a moan as he slid two fingers into her rubbing her clitoris with his thumb. She hooked her feet behind the backs of his thighs and tried to pull him to her. He removed his fingers and thrust into her before she was aware of what he'd done. She let out an inarticulate scream and dug her hands into his back, before running them down his shoulders, and arms marveling at the barely contained power. He grabbed her hands, entwining his fingers with hers, pinning them to the floor. Her nails dug into his knuckles, as her whole body tensed and froze as her orgasm seized her. Vegeta covered her mouth with his, trapping her screams of pleasure, he continued a few more drawn out strokes before he, too, gave out collapsing against her burying his face in her neck with his final thrust.

They lay still for a few moments, catching their breath, before Vegeta rolled off her to lie on his back beside her. When she had her breath under control, Bulma rolled to face him, her chin cupped in her hand. Running a finger up his chest, she asked with a grin, "So what are you giving me for Christmas?"

He turned his head and looked at her surprised, "I already gave it to you."

Her brows furrowed curiously yet dangerously close to anger. "What do you mean?"

"What do you think this was?" he sat up and started retrieving his clothes.

"What? You don't understand anything do you? It's not like this was something any more special than any other time. You're suppose to give people something special at Christmas." She huffed, pulling the blanket around her naked body.

He stood and stretched, "You can't get something like this everyday you know." He started to leave the room.

"What are you talking about?"

He pointed behind her. She turned around puzzled. "It's not every day you can fuck in front of the Christmas tree." He smirked and started for the kitchen, "I'm going to eat some of that crap your mother cooked today. If she asks, blame it on the boy."