Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Dangerous Love (Revised) ❯ Needs and Desires ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don't own DragonballZ or any of the characters appearing in the show. I do however own any other characters, because they are of my own imagination. Sad, but true. But if anyone would like to offer up the rights to Vegeta, I would gladly take them *winks*.

Chapter One: Needs and Desires

Bulma's soft lips parted in an inaudible pant, taking in the perfect sight before her. She had somehow managed to convince Vegeta to strip himself of clothing, revealing his perfectly sculpted body. His body was a sculpture of perfectly proportioned curves and ripples. The sharp angles of his torso acutely accenting his chiseled muscles gave the illusion of perfection.

Even with the several deep scars marring his bronzed skin, Bulma couldn’t help but use that word. It echoed heavily through her mind and her heart raced each time her soul seemed to utter it. Perfect. There seemed to be no other way to describe Vegeta. He was completely perfect. Well, until he opened his mouth that is. If he had born a mute, then he would have been entirely perfect, but you can’t always get what you want in life. Bulma settled for the perfect body and tried her best to cope with the fact his mouth nearly ruined even that.

“Vegeta…” Bulma panted heavily, as if just looking at him exhausted her senses and her body. She eyed him like a priceless piece of candy. She wanted to savor the sweet taste of him and run her tongue over all of his hard sloping plains. She wanted to lick the salt from his olive skin and tease and taste him until he begged her to give him what he wanted.

Her eyes had raked tracks over the entirety of his body, but only one part of him had her attention now. His swollen cock teased her with its presence. It was full and erect, taunting her. It called to her, telling her it could be hers if only she would whisper the right words.

“What is it Onna?” he replied gruffly. His shimmering ebony eyes glowered at her with impatience. “You wanted me undressed.” His voice sneered at her, tugging at the irritation of her being. “You begged for it, and now that I have complied with your wishes you can’t do anything but stare.” His growl rolled through the air like roughened honey, fueling her excitement and grating her very nerves at the same time.

Bulma hated when he did that! It made her want to jump at him, rip his throat out, and fuck him at the very same time. It was like he was feeding some primal instinct inside of her. One that acted on only the basic of instincts. Blood, food, and sex. It made her shiver and she had to take a few deep breaths to clear her foggy mind.

That was always the way with Vegeta though. He never made it simple. He was complicated in each and every aspect. She could never expect anything else, and it was honestly one of the reasons she truly loved him. She decided to ignore his annoyance and her sapphire eyes sparkled with interest and wonderment.

“Can you go Super Saiyan for me?” She questioned softly, unable to stop the scarlet that stained through her cheeks. Vegeta cocked an eyebrow, but her eyes were not upon his face while she had been asking. Instead, her eyes were boring into his throbbing hardened member as if she could will it to move with just the press of her puny human mind.

Vegeta watched as her dainty tongue darted out of her mouth, wetting her luscious cherry lips. How he wanted that small pink appendage to roam over his yearning member, igniting a fire of pleasure through his veins. He wanted her to make his blood turn to molten heat in that moment of passion she could create with just a single glance.

She could turn the inside of his stomach into a seething pool of constricting mush. She made pleasure slick up his spine in a way he had never experienced before. Although he wanted all of this and more from her, he pushed his feelings into the recesses of his mind, crossing his arms over his small defined chest.


“What on Kami's green Earth for woman?” He snarled, disdain etched into each word that fell from his lips.

Just that tiny sentence stung Bulma. It was never necessarily his words that hurt her. It was always the way he said them. She visibly winced and Vegeta almost regretted the words, but he never retracted them. The mighty Prince of Saiyans would never admit fault on his part. Instead, he would press her forward, ignoring the pain he invoked in her soul

“Well, I was just wondering…” she nibbled on her full bottom lip for a moment. When a growl pierced her ears so plowed onward. “Since all of your other muscles get bigger…then just maybe that…” Her face burned bright fiery crimson and Vegeta didn’t need her to finish the sentence to understand her intentions.

He couldn’t believe her! He was much bigger than any human male she had been with, he was sure of it! Why did she need him to be any bigger? Did she truly want to be broken in two? They were already risking that, with his superior strength, speed, and skill.

He ran his thick fingers through his flame hair and muttered under his breath. Something about incompetent women and Earth being a bizarre place of some sort. After a few moments, Vegeta heaved an irritated sigh. “You woman, amaze me sometimes. Going Super Saiyan still isn’t easy you know. Let’s just start and forget the whole Super Saiyan thing.”

“Vegeta, just fucking do it! Or, are you afraid to do it?” A brilliant smile graced her delicate face and she pushed a lock of aqua hair from her bright blue eyes. “Oh, that must be it. Afraid that you can’t achieve becoming a Super Saiyan again can you? After all,” she giggled, chancing a glance in his general direction. “You only succeeded in doing it once. Maybe it was just luck. Maybe you can’t do it again. Maybe you’re just plain…”


A primitive growl rolled through the air seconds before Bulma was flattened. Vegeta had pounced. He landed square on her chest, knocking them both into the side of the large king sized bed. Bulma’s delicate body hit first, bouncing off the wooden frame to land disheveled on the plush blue carpet. Vegeta however, used the force of the hit to bounce off, flipping over to land crouched on the bed, staring down at the disgruntled Bulma.

“Choose your words wisely.” Vegeta whispered, his voice choked with emotion. Bulma shivered at the sound of it. It was so gruff, so male…so primitive and possessing. His voice was like a drug. It could ensnare you and make you long for it forever. His voice touched places that only fingers and hands should have been able to. She loved it…but feared it at the same time.

Vegeta picked up the scent of her unease…but it could do nothing to stomp out the scent of her growing excitement. He could smell the stench of her womanhood. The fume was wafting heavily from between her creamy thighs, filling his nostrils until it felt like he was in a haze of afterglow.

Bulma tried to gather the little dignity she could while standing. It was hard, especially with her skirt hiked around her waist from the tussle. She moved to fix it, pull it down, right herself, but stopped when the movement caused the Prince to smirk in utter satisfaction. She wasn’t going to give him any satisfaction! Not now!

“Choose my words carefully?” She spat at him and inspected a gleaming polished fingernail. She turned towards that dangerous creature crouched on the bed. Turned to show him who was the boss, but with her black silken skirt crumpled around her hips and her black g-string flashing the room, she felt oddly vulnerable. Then again, Vegeta could make you feel vulnerable even if you were wearing Saiyan training armor and were hidden behind a barrier of steal, ki-enhancement shields, and a desk.

Any other words that might have been fighting to escape her slender throat died immediately. His obsidian eyes scanned her body over very slowly. Each and every detail was roamed over, analyzed, and appreciated. The way her hair fell in untamed blue wave to brush her delicate shoulders. The way her sapphire eyes sparkled to life when she was angry, or jealous…or in immense pleasure. Most of all, Vegeta loved the way her breasts pressed against the tight material of her shirts. Those round luscious orbs were barely contained by the flimsy Earth material most of the time.

His smirk slowly disappeared, replaced by a smoldering look of lust. Bulma swallowed audibly. Vegeta scared her, but at the same time…that look was enticing. It was a look of pure wanting and Bulma was glad the look was all for her. She flipped her aqua tresses over her bare shoulder, revealing the flimsy spaghetti strap of her shirt to Vegeta. How easily he could have access to those globes he yearned to lap up.

He licked his drying lips and forced his eyes to travel further. The onyx orbs followed the curve of her hips and the smooth creaminess of her thighs. The view of her body and the waft of her excitement nearly scent him into a frenzy. He wanted to have her. She would be his! His and nobody else’s!

He lowered his head slowly, keeping his burning eyes on her face. A low growl slowly emanated from his throat and it raised the hair on Bulma’s body. Her body began to tremble as the growl grew in intensity and volume. Slowly, Bulma realized his eyes had changed. They were more…intense somehow. The look of a predator. They…were looking at her as if she were…dinner. She swallowed again and strained her body to stop trembling. She had the fight the urge not to wet her panties where she stood.

“Run...” Vegeta whispered softly through his clenched teeth. He whispered it so softly that Bulma was unsure of whether she had heard him right. After all, most of the noise ringing in her ears was his growling…that and her frantically beating heart.

“What?” She frowned, looking thoroughly dumbfounded with the single word. Run? Run from what? From Vegeta? Was he playing her on? Run because he was afraid he would hurt her? That was impossible. She knew without a doubt that he would never hurt her…would he?

“Run!!!” Vegeta threw his head back and howled, freezing Bulma’s heart in her chest. She yelped and spun, slipping on Vegeta’s discarded clothing. She regained her footing and vaulted for the door, only to be bowled over. They both slammed into the wall, cracking it on impact. Chunks hit the floor as Vegeta rolled them around and flung her back towards the bed with more force than was probably necessary.

Bulma landed atop the plush king-size bed with a yelp of surprise. She scrambled to get off, to get to safety! She scrambled to get away from the predator that wanted to eat her up! To her surprise a pressure appeared on her back, knocking the breath from her body as she was pinned on her stomach. Her face was buried into the sapphire sheets and she was screaming into their thick comforts.

He was going to rip her to shreds! He was going to tear into her insides! He was going to eat her still beating heart! He was going to make her scream in absolute terrifying pain! He was going to…!

Bulma gasped abruptly, a thick-coated moan pouring from her quivering lips. The tears that were flowing down her pale face ceased and her puffy eyes began to close. Vegeta’s teeth nipped playfully at her exposed shoulder, taking her strap between his sharp canines. He tore it easily with a single tug and continued his ministrations by skimming his lips over the curve of her neck. They continued upwards until he could nibble on her earlobe.

“Choose your words carefully.” He repeated huskily into her ear. He ground his erection into the swell of her bottom, emitting further moans from her throat. He grinned wickedly as he pierced the flesh of her ear with his teeth, causing a hiss of pain…but underneath it all, she was still enjoying herself. “What do you want?” He moved his experienced mouth back down the side of her neck until he could suckle at the curve of her neck once more.

Bulma could feel her body beginning to relax. At the same time, she felt that tenseness curl up into the pit of her stomach. His hot mouth felt so good on her equally burning skin. She could barely focus her mind around his lapping tongue, but she tried anyway. What did she want? Was that a trick question? Was he trying to get her to say something in particular? Or was he trying to see what she wanted so he could do the exact opposite? This is why she had to ‘choose her words carefully.’ She gulped down a breath of air and forced herself to think.

Vegeta trailed a single finger down the pronounced line of her spine, and even through her shirt, Bulma could feel it searing her skin. Think you moron! Think! She mentally bashed her head, but Goddess save her, she just wanted to collapse into the intense feelings Vegeta was igniting through her entire body.

Bulma swallowed heavily, feeling his hot breath against her aching skin. It sent her senses reeling and it was getting harder and harder to think through the fog of her desire. She forced the only words that would come to mind out of her mouth.

“Vegeta…” She muttered into the sheets, her voice husky and out of breath. “I want…you.” She replied honestly, feeling the wait begin to shift from her back. She stiffened. Had that been the wrong answer? She frowned, rolling onto her back only to be staring up into the blazing onyx eyes of an animal.

She could see the beast that moved inside of him, and she wanted to embrace it. She could feel his hunger vibrating along her skin, and it pulled a moan of wanting from her throat.

She wanted him, all of him. No holding back. She wanted the full force of his body thrusting deep inside of hers. She wanted his hands on her skin. She wanted his lips over her body. She wanted to make a pact with the devil, no matter what the consequences. She wanted to embrace the devil before her, because sin was so much more fun than being a good girl.

He crawled up her body, his hand bunching into her skirt as he did so, the other caressing the curve of her luscious breast. His fingers trailed circles over her inner alabaster thighs until she spread them willing for his body to nestle into hers. He pushed himself between her knees and rubbed his pulsating cock against the large dampness of her panties, tearing moans from both of their throats. How hot she was. He could feel her radiating heat through her panties. He wanted to bury himself inside of her. He wanted to feel her tight, hot, moist pussy pulling at his throbbing member.

He gripped the edge of her panties, giving them just the slightest tug. In a flash they were on the floor and Bulma gasped as the cold air fronted against the heat of her desire. “Please! Take me now Vegeta!” She called, throwing her head back. Vegeta cackled and lowered his mouth to her breast, sucking one of her painfully hardened nipples into his mouth. He lapped at it through her shirt, licking, tasting, teasing. He watched as she writhed in pleasure beneath him.

She made a whimpering mewling sound, that he could only assume, was her begging him to finish it. Well, to actually start it. Positioning himself at her entrance he leaned forward, as if to thrust in, but didn’t. Instead, he rubbed the tip of his swollen cock against her clit. Her eyes slammed open wide and she arched her back, twisting the sheets in her delicate hands.

Vegeta smirked. The feeling was sensational. It was like having a small taste of the real thing, and the more he got to sample her, the more he wanted her. He slowly began to slide the tip of his manhood against her clit, up and down…slowly. He began to trace circles and soon he could feel a fine sheet of sweat coating his own body with the difficulty of controlling himself. To keep himself from plunging himself into her completely! He wanted to fuck her and make her his! But…he couldn’t. Not yet. He wanted to make her moan, writhe, and squirm, begging for him! Even if it tortured him to do so just a little bit.

He released her imprisoned nipple from his treacherous mouth and trailed a line of kisses down her taut stomach. He pushed her offending shirt up and his lips left a trail of fire down her burning skin. Down and down he went, until his lips were caressing his inner thigh, moving back up towards her dripping core. He blew his breath against her and she moaned.

This is what she wanted! She wanted him to use that silver tongue of his! She wanted him to bring her to the brink of desire and pleasure over and over again! He sucked her hot clit into his mouth, forcing her back to arch and her voice to scream out his name in the impulse of pleasure! His fingers worked nimbly across her skin as he sucked torturously fast with his hot mouth, running his tongue over her to lap up the excreting juices. She could feel her orgasm building quickly and she knew it was close. She could feel herself approaching the edge! She wanted to free fall over the edge and plunge into the sea of warmth and that undeniable tingling sensation! She felt the pressure building in the pit of her stomach...she was almost there.

Her nails dug into the back of his skull, pressing his face closer into her hot moist pussy. Her body began to tremble and she was an inch from the brink. The explosion was building…she was almost there. She could feel it. She threw her head back and…


AN: Yes, that’s the end I’m afraid. Sorry to cut you off like that at the end of this chapter. Hope you enjoyed the revised version. There was a reason I didn’t have Vegeta go Super Saiyan this time around. Anyhow, review please, even if you don’t though, I’ll still keep writing. Reviews are just better encouragement for my writing flow. Have a great day everyone!