Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Stranger's Kiss ❯ A Stranger's Kiss ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: Why do you guys keep making this repeat the same thing over and over? I'm pregnant and emotionally fragile. I can't keep doing this. *Sigh* I don't own DBZ. There are you satisfied? *sticks her tongue out* Bastards.

Warning: Although I have tried to keep this as tasteful as possible, this is a lemon and I will be using the no-no words in here. You know the ones that everyone who writes tasteful lemons try to avoid. Well guess what! I like the word cock. I just like them in general. *evil smirk* So if you don't like dirty talk then I don't recommend this fic. It's purely smut from a hormonally challenged female.

I'm horny and hostile, oddly not a good combination. Not really beneficial to getting laid… Could someone pass me some ice cream?

A Stranger's Kiss

Bulma looked forlornly down at the fur-lined cuffs that she held in her limp fingers. There should be some sort of out clause for girlfriends who didn't want to have sex with their boyfriends. Unfortunately she had already used up her `headache' card and `I just don't feel sexy' outs earlier this week. If she said no now Yamcha would get suspicious and she wanted to avoid that.

She had already decided to break up with him, but she was holding off until after her birthday. She wanted an escort to her party, and most importantly she wanted her gift.

She wasn't greedy per say, but she had it on good authority that Yamcha bought her jewelry. He was many things, most of which she would never repeat in polite company, but his experience as a thief had lent him excellent taste in gems.

She could probably buy herself jewels of better quality, but that wasn't the point. It was nice to have someone buy her something for a change instead of the other way around. Besides she liked the idea of soaking Yamcha for a couple thousand dollars that he didn't have. It wouldn't make up for all the lies and painful memories that he had given her over the years, but a small, perverse, feminine side of her was satisfied with the thought of crushing his fickle heart while she wore his hard earned cash around her throat.

Hey, let's face it. She was a vindictive bitch. Always had been and always would be. Nobody fucks with Bulma Briefs and gets away with it.

She glanced back up, meeting Yamcha's soft, hopeful brown eyes. She stifled her sigh, and led him up to her bedroom, while mentally preparing herself for a long, boring afternoon. Maybe she would be able to solve that pesky equation that was preventing her from achieving her latest break through in her lab.

She lay back on her bed, and allowed Yamcha to cuff her wrists to the headboard. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she watched his hungry gaze devour her body that was clad in a matching red lace bra and panties. He had been startled when she stripped off her clothes to reveal her racy lingerie. He instantly became excited thinking that she had worn them to surprise him. Too bad she had actually dressed this morning with another man in mind.

Lace was an iffy proposition at any time. If her skin was too sensitive, the lace would be scratchy and it would abrade her flesh, but if her body was full and heavy with expectation the rough scrape of lace would drive her wild.

That was how she had felt this morning when she had gotten dressed, but now she was just annoyed and uncomfortable.

Yamcha picked up a small rubber ball that was meant to fit in her mouth while black satin strings tied behind her head to hold it into place, effectively gagging her. Bulma flashed him a look that clearly said that if he tried it he would be picking up his own balls up from the bedroom floor.

His wide grin dimmed a little, but he quickly recovered. He put down the bit on the nightstand and picked up a satin eye mask instead. She allowed him to put it on her, figuring that if would be easier to fantasize her way through the afternoon, if she didn't have to look at her boyfriend's face.

She felt his hands slide down her body and his fingers reached up to tweak her nipples roughly through the lace fabric of her bra. Bulma locked her teeth together and prayed that he would get over excited and end it soon.

She heard a high pitched chirp from her left, and her head instantly snapped towards her nightstand, a frown forming on her brow.

"Sorry babe. I gotta get this." His tone sounded apologetic, but she couldn't believe his gall. He was half way across the room before her brain kicked in.

"Get over here, and untie me, you jackass," she snarled viciously. Yamcha who had been on the receiving end of her wrath many times, still had high hopes for this afternoon so was unaffected.

"I'll be back in a flash babe, and I'll make you feel all better," he said cockily.

She heard the door click shut before she could reply to his asinine comment. She hurled insults in his general direction while she waited impatiently for him to return and Kami help him when he did, because she was going to flay him alive.

Yamcha shut the door on the screeching woman, turning away and hunching his shoulders. He flipped open his phone, answering with his normal cheerful voice.

"Hey babe."

There was a short pause while he listened to the caller then his plaintive voice sounded again.

"I told you I would be over later. I'm taking care of some business right now." Yamcha peeked over his shoulder at Bulma's bedroom door. Suddenly his cheerful smile turned into a lustful leer, and his voice dropped down into a salacious whisper.

"Babe, you can ride me all night long if you want to."

A disgusted snort echoed out of the darkness, and Yamcha almost dropped his phone. He looked up to see a glint of light reflect off the onyx pools of Vegeta's eyes.

"Babe, gotta go, bye." Yamcha hastily hung up with a sharp click as he faced the scariest man he had ever met. He swallowed nervously, wondering if he could convince Vegeta not to tell Bulma what he had overheard.

"Oh hey there Vegeta. How's it going?" His tone was friendly, but there was no hiding his alarm.

"Get out." Vegeta's gravelly tones swept over Yamcha, prickling the skin on the back of his neck, and forcefully shaking awake his fight or flight instinct.

"What?" Yamcha asked in confusion, uncertain if he had heard the hard warrior correctly.

"Get out or I will throw you out." Vegeta's voice held such promise that Yamcha's palms grew damp, and his whole body broke out into a cold sweat. He swallowed convulsively, fighting to control his breathing.

"Well Vegeta, you see, Bulma's…" Yamcha thrust his thumb over his shoulder, motioning towards his bound girlfriend. Vegeta cocked his head to the side, listening to the muffled shouts behind the door.

"It sounds like she is done with you anyways, weakling." There was an amused pitch to his voice as he heard a particularly inventive expletive from the room.

Yamcha missed the tone and only heard the words. "I don't think so Vegetable. We have a nice afternoon planned, and you aren't going to ruin it for us."

Vegeta's cold eyes locked onto Yamcha and he took a menacing step forward. Yamcha instantly retreated, nearly knocking over a vase on an end table in the hall.

"I can't leave. She's all tied up," Yamcha explained in a rush, panic thrumming through his veins.

"I'll take care of it." All humor had left Vegeta's voice but there was a strange glint in his black eyes.

Yamcha stiffened at the thought of this mass murderer seeing his girlfriend tied helplessly to her bed, but that thought was quickly overshadowed by visions of the huge argument that it would result in. Bulma would shred him for leaving her to be untied by her house guest.

"I don't think that's such a good idea Vegeta," Yamcha practically whimpered.

"I said I will take care of it." Yamcha saw Vegeta's teeth flash in the darkness in a parody of a smile that sent chills down his spine. Yamcha's flight instinct finally kicked in, and he darted down the hall deciding pragmatically that Bulma was a big girl and besides, he had a much more enthusiastic woman waiting for him across town.

Vegeta glared angrily at Yamcha's retreating back, disgust rolling off him in waves. He disliked the human with an intensity that he hadn't felt in many years, but he was uncertain why. All he knew was that harassing him was one of the rare pleasures his life had to offer since coming to this backwater planet. One of the pleasures. Vegeta narrowed gaze sought out the closed door to Bulma's room.

He had demanded that Yamcha leave, just to see if he would abandon his girlfriend, and frankly he was shocked that he did. Vegeta would never leave his woman helpless to face… well him. Of course, Vegeta never had his own woman. Sex yes, a companion no. Vegeta never dared to keep anything that Frieza could take away.

Vegeta's face hardened into an impenetrable mask. Even now that demon was ruling his life. Vegeta couldn't escape the damage that he had done and he knew now that he never would. Alive, dead, it didn't matter. Frieza was still his master, and he couldn't defeat him, no matter how hard he trained.

Vegeta pushed his useless thoughts away, instead concentrating on the newest mess he had gotten himself into. He had come upstairs with the hope of getting some sleep before the darkness came. He was his most comfortable at night, committing most of his crimes under the full moon, but for some reason it was also his greatest enemy. He preferred not to sleep in the delicate arms of the night, convinced that his enemies would strike him then. Besides the dreams only came at night.

So he trained through the night, and tried to nap in the afternoons, but today he was interrupted. He had stood undecided in the shadowy hall, staring in dismay at his housemate's door. He knew that the weakling human had laughable stamina, and was usually done in ten minutes, twenty if he was feeling spunky. But something told Vegeta that they were going to be at it for most of the afternoon, and he didn't want to subject himself to that disgusting audio display.

So in a spurt of irrational temper he had told the human to get out when he appeared unexpectedly outside Bulma's door. With the human gone he would be able to get some much needed sleep, and he had the extra bonus of denying the human access to his woman's body. That alone was guaranteed to anger any male.

Vegeta sighed deeply, and opened the door, intending on freeing the woman so he could retreat to his own room to nap uninterrupted.

"You goddamn motherfucker, get you lazy, butt-kissing ass over here and untie me right now, you whore."

Vegeta's eyebrow twitched. Wow, he had no idea the woman had such a dirty mouth on her. Someone should wash that out with soap. It took a moment for him to actually register what he was seeing.

Bulma was lying on the bed, her slender arms drawn up over her head and cuffed to the rod iron headboard. Her body arched up off her pale green velvet comforter, her red lace breasts up thrust from the motion. If that didn't perk up Vegeta's attention the enraged snarl twisted on her ruby lips sure did. She reminded him of a ferel creature that had been caged against its will, and all he wanted to do was tame her to his touch.

Before he could reconsider the absurd idea he silently crossed the room, and was standing over her, drinking in wild beauty. Her dark blue hair was spilled across her pillow in abandon, and her alabaster skin glowed under the golden afternoon light that dappled the room.

His gaze drifted down her body and he felt his groin tingle when he saw the dark shadow of her pubis under the sheer lace of her panties. He tightened his hands into fists to stop himself from reaching out and touching her. He had the dubious pleasure of experiencing many women, but none like Bulma. His bedmates usually consisted of brothel whores and horny sluts who got off on death. None had ever been as beautiful or as clean for that matter as the woman bound before him.

"Yamcha if you don't untie me this minute I'm going to cut your balls off, fry them up with some butter, and shove them down your throat," she hissed vehemently, her head levered up off the pillow as her promise spewed from her mouth. Bulma was seriously regretting letting her asshole boyfriend tie her up. She couldn't believe he had the balls to take a phone call, and leave her trussed up like a Sunday chicken. Oh he was going to pay.

Vegeta's eyebrow twitched again. This time it was a combination of her creative threat, and the use of the human's name. He didn't want to hear that word come out of her mouth again. So he did the only thing he could think of to get her to shut up.

Vegeta leaned down, and brushed his lips across hers. She inhaled sharply, and he took advantage of her parted lips, sweeping his tongue inside her mouth and tasting her deeply.

Bulma went rigid with shock. At first she thought it was Yamcha who was kissing her, and she almost bit the offender's tongue off, but then she realized that it couldn't be him. After years of being with the same person she knew how he kissed, how he tasted, hell even what his tongue felt like, and this definitely was a stranger. A very talented stranger, she thought with a silent moan.

His tongue explored every crevice of her mouth, drawing her tongue into a sensual waltz that she hadn't experienced in years. Yamcha didn't kiss her like this anymore, like he wanted to know everything about her, every little secret she was hiding.

Her heart clenched with regret when she felt the stranger retreat, his tongue slipping over her lips in a silent goodbye while leaving her breathless and panting. She could feel his mouth hovering nearby, inhaling her breath. Still uncertain, and needing verbal confirmation, she asked the question she already knew the answer too.

"Yamcha?" she asked softly, knowing that it couldn't possibly be him. She felt the sharp nip of teeth on her upper lip as punishment for uttering such a dirty word. She yelped in pain, but she quickly learned her lesson. This was not Yamcha, but who was it?

"Who are you?" she questioned, not sure if she wanted to know the answer. There was something incredibly sexy about being helpless under the touch of a complete stranger. All of her life, she had been the one in control. She made all the decisions, and everyone around her jumped to obey, but for once she wasn't the one calling the shots. She was just a woman, who was being touched by a man.

She received no verbal reply, but she felt the bed sink down as it accepted new weight. Her knees were nudged apart, and too late, her natural instincts kicked in. She tried to slam her legs closed, but the stranger was kneeling between her thighs. She felt the course sensation of denim on her inner thighs as he spread his own knees to widen her legs.

"No stop. Get off me," she demanded shrilly. It's all fun and games until someone losses an eye, her mother's chiding voice echoed in her head, but quickly followed on its heels was Bulma's childish reply; then it's just plain fun. She shook her head, clearing her mind. She was insane to think this was okay. She should scream, she should fight, she should do something.

The stranger leaned over her body, and she felt a wide palm on her midriff before it slid up between her breasts to rest lightly on her collar bone. He shifted closer to her, his weight oddly comforting and exciting while at the same time frightening. She didn't know this man who was on top of her, she should be screaming bloody murder right about now, but every time she tried to open her mouth nothing came out.

Suddenly his mouth was on hers, and his beautiful tongue was back. Now besides his wonderful kiss she had a host of new sensations to process. The palm that rested on her upper chest was rough and well worked, grazing her skin deliciously. His chest was bare, and she could feel the press of his well defined muscles against her abdomen. His legs were clad in jeans and when he rocked forward slightly it brushed against her unprotected core, sending shocks of pleasure racing up her body.

His hand drifted down and cupped her full breast, holding it gently, judging its weight and shape, allowing her to become comfortable with his grip. His thumb brushed over the lace covered nipple, and it instantly stood at attention, begging unabashedly for more.

Vegeta drank the sweet taste of Bulma's mouth, craving more with every passing second. He knew after the first kiss he wouldn't be able to just untie her and walk away. This woman was beautiful, desirable and utterly irresistible. He cupped her breast in his palm and he felt the rush of blood harden his flesh. She felt perfect to him, filling his palm completely, like she was made just for him. Her nipple hardened immediately, her need apparent in every shiver of her body.

His mouth left hers and she gasped for air as his hot kisses trailed down her jaw and throat. His other hand slid down, cupping her other breast, repeating the soft caress. Her breasts were instantly aroused, and she had to bite back the moan that threatened to escape. Her breasts had always been sensitive, but Yamcha had rarely taken the time to explore them. His grasp had always been aimed at his own pleasure and not hers, but this man knew how to touch a woman, especially a woman in lace.

He teased her nipples until they were tight and aching, demanding something more than just the flick of his thumb. She was so aroused that she could already feel the hot drip of need between her legs, something that was nearly unheard of for her. She never got this aroused just by someone caressing her breasts, but then again, no one had done it right until now.

As Vegeta licked his way to her softly rounded flesh he was reminded of a conversation he had years ago with Raditz. His bodyguard had always been a ladies man, arousing even bored whores to unimagined peeks of interest as well as seducing innocent girls to his bed. When asked how he managed it, he had some crude yet valuable advice to impart.

"Vegeta, it's all in how you speak to them. A whore has heard every dirty word known in the universe by every male who wants to mount them. They tune out the words and they tune out the male, allowing them to use their body, and go on their way, but if you talk to a whore like she's a lady. Well then that's a whole different story. Tell a whore how beautiful she is, and quote her poetry then she'll do anything you ask. Not because you are paying her, but because she wants to, and she's going to be a whole lot more enthusiastic about it."

"Now a lady is used to being treated like a lady. Her beauty has been compared to the moon countless times. If you want to get her going, then talk to her like she's a whore. Oh, she'll be offended at first, but before you know it she's acting like a slut between the sheets, because you made it alright."

"If you get anything out of this little talk, remember this. Treat a whore like a lady and a lady like a whore, and you'll get blown every time."

"Every guy here will disagree with me when I say this, but that's because they don't know any better, but a good girl is the best fuck in the universe, because they all want to be little whores."

Vegeta had scoffed at Raditz at the time, but that had ended up being the best advice he had ever gotten, but to tell the truth he never had the opportunity to try it out on a good girl until now.

Vegeta's head dipped down, and Bulma could feel his hot breath over the erect crown of her breast. She suddenly forgot to breathe as she waited in tense anticipation. Her breasts were full in his hand, swelling with desire.

"What a little slut you are." His voice whispered over her, caressing her nipple, teasing and disappointed her. It took a moment for the words themselves to sink in.

"What?" she asked in confusion, her brow furling. "What the fuck did you just say to me asshole?" she hissed between clenched teeth.

"Look how your tits sit up and beg to be touched. All you are is a little whore."

Anger blew through Bulma, mixing with her desire, and heating her blood to the boiling point.

"How dare you. Fuck you asshole. Get the hell off me before I scream the bloody house down." she yelled while yanking viciously on her cuffs that held her. Her struggles lifted her breasts closer to Vegeta's mouth, and he smiled to himself.

"The only screaming you are going to be doing is when I make you cum." He lowered his lips to her pert nipple, sliding his tongue over the crown, tasting the rough lace of the bra ,and her powdered skin.

Bulma choked on her reply, and she had to fight the urge to arch her back so that her breasts were closer to his wicked tongue. He drew his lips back, and scraped his teeth over her screaming flesh, using the lace of her bra against her. He slid his thumb over her other nipple, teasing her completely.

Bulma's mind raced a million miles an hour, but she couldn't seem to latch onto one coherent thought. She knew that this was madness, but she couldn't stop her body from reacting. She needed this, she wanted this. Good god, all she wanted was for this complete stranger to touch her. She ground her teeth together, and arched her head back, fighting the riot of sensations he was evoking in her body.

His hand left her breast, and lazily made its way down her midriff to her lace clad core. His fingers slipped over the lace, cupping her through the fabric. Vegeta almost growled in satisfaction when he felt her damp panties, soaked by her desire. She wanted him badly no matter how much she protested.

"Stop," she demanded, proud that her voice didn't shake.

"Stop? It feels to me like that's the last thing you want me to do. You're so wet right now I bet I can make you cum with one finger." To emphasis his point, he rubbed the pad of his middle finger against her swollen cleft. Unable to stop herself she bucked against his hand, her head swimming when he leaned down to tease her nipple again with his mouth.

Bulma tightened her mouth, determined to win over her treacherous body. "I'm not going to cum for you." Her words sounded steady and unwavering as she poured all the false conviction she could muster into them.

Vegeta smiled against her skin, before beginning a campaign against her body that she could not win. He assaulted her senses with his tongue and teeth on her breasts while his other hand caressed her flesh. Soon she was arching against him, unable to contain her desire. The instinctual goal of paradise was upon her, and all she wanted was to for the tightness in her lower body to explode in pleasure.

Vegeta lifted his head, looking up at her blindfolded visage. "You are going to cum on my hand, then you are going to cum in my mouth then finally you are going to cum on my hard cock as I fuck you hot, wet pussy."

Her glistening lips were rounded as she panted hard. His fingers worked her body like a fine instrument, but still she fought against him.

"No I won't. I'll scream…" she panted unable to finish her threat as he stroked her fiery flesh.

"Scream my name when you cum, you mean," Vegeta whispered as he devoured her breast, his fingers moving aside her lace panties to thrust deep inside of her.

"I don't even know who you are…" Bulma lost her train of thought as her world exploded into bright sparks of colored lights.

Through the waves of pleasure that crashed down on her like a tidal wave she thought she heard the man reply.

"Don't you?"

As she arched against his hand, moaning her bliss wordlessly, Vegeta slid up her body, feasting on her arching neck. His hard cock strained against the denim of his pants, begging to be free, and surge inside of the writhing woman beneath him.

He bucked against her, letting the hard bulge thrust against her needy flesh. She gasped for air, and instinctively raised her hips to meet him, her slender legs twining with his. He buried his hand in her soft blue hair, angling her lips up to meet his. He ravaged her mouth as he thrust against her in a rough imitation of sex.

Bulma's hand griped the chains on the cuffs, her mind melting away under the barrage of sensation. The rough caress of denim and lace on her heavy flesh drove her down a path of endless pleasure. Usually after climaxing she didn't want to be touched for a few minutes, but this rough handling was a novel experience. It lengthened the experience, causing her to ride her orgasm harder and longer than normal.

Finally, the pleasure drifted away on a cloud, and the man above her slowed his rhythm. She gulped in great gasps of air, trying desperately to feed her brain the oxygen she needed to think. She felt a terrible sensation of loss when she felt the man pull away from her to kneel at her ankles.

Vegeta fought desperately to control his breathing. He closed his eyes, reaching for the calm center inside of him, barely able to grasp it. He didn't want to end this to soon. He wasn't lying when he said that he wanted to make her cum three times before letting her go. This was probably the only chance he would every have to touch the blue angel and he was going to make damn sure that she remembered it.

When his body was sufficiently calmed he reached down to clasp her slender ankles with his hands. In one smooth motion he flipped her onto her stomach, earning a squeak from her for his efforts.

As soon as Bulma got enough air to her brain she started to think. She had to know this man who towered above her. It wasn't Yamcha that was for sure. Where he had gotten off to she wasn't certain, but they were going to have a long painful talk when she finally did find him. The cocksucker. But that didn't help her now. Who was this man?

She inhaled deeply, relying on her other senses to answer the question for her. The scent was familiar. A musky spice that enticed a dormant part of her brain. He smelled of male sweat and hard work. Very rarely was she around any men who smelled like that. In her office she was surrounded by men in three piece suites that doused themselves in sweet smelling colognes, but none smelled like the midday sun.

There was only one man she knew who smelled like that, but it couldn't possibly be him. She licked her lips, concentrating harder. She had to hear him speak again so she could listen to the cadence of his voice.

Vegeta spread Bulma's legs so he could kneel at the inside of her thighs, careful not to brush her center. He ran his hands up the backs of her legs, sliding his fingers under the seat of her panties. He paused to knead the handfuls of flesh, smiling at the instant softening of her body at the motion. He placed his hands on the small of her back on either side of her spine, and slid his hands up the smooth plane of her back, applying a small amount of pressure.

He continued up over her shoulders, and along her arms, stretching his torso over her back so his skin brushed hers. Finally, he reached her hands, and his nimble fingers rubbed the fleshy part of her palm, continuing up her digits, eliciting a long drawn out moan of pleasure from Bulma.

"What are you doing?" she questioned softly, not wanting him to stop.

"Giving you a massage," he whispered in her ear.

Her rapidly working brain stuttered to a stop at his words. Most men who boasted that they were going to make her have multiple orgasms would have rushed in and tried to coax her already over-sensitized flesh into an encore, but not this man. He had enough experience to know that would only frustrate her. Her body needed time to rest and regroup, so instead he concentrated on arousing other areas. Now she knew for sure that this man couldn't be who she thought it was. He would never be that considerate.

"Hasn't anyone ever given you one before?" Vegeta continued to rub her hands, massaging his way up her forearm before milking all the tension out her body through her fingers. As he leaned over her, his jean clad legs rubbed against her inner thighs, and she could feel his arousal slide along the crevice in her ass. She resisted the urge to dig her knees into the mattress and press up against him.

Had anyone ever given her a massage before? Besides her masseuse? No. Certainly not a lover. She usually paid people to do this, and it didn't nearly feel as good. He continued his way down, massaging her shoulders and back with strong even movements that relaxed her entire body. She didn't even realize when he unsnapped her bra, but she definitely noticed when he slid it up her body to tangle it around her wrists.

She suddenly felt naked as her bare breasts pressed into the velvet comforter. She tensed when his hands left her waist to slide over her hips, expecting him to take off her panties as well, but he left her covered.

Vegeta had to swallow his laughter when his felt Bulma's languid body tense up when he took off her bra. He had already made her cum on his hand, and she was worried about taking off that scrap of lace that barely hid anything. It had not gone unnoticed that despite her threats she had yet to scream for help. Pleasing her turned out to be easier than expected. She must have had poorly experienced lovers in the past to be this easily satisfied with just a massage.

He reached over to pick up a decorative cylindrical pillow, smirking in approval. With one hand he lifted her hips and placed the pillow beneath her, just below her stomach. It arched her ass alluring into the air, and relieved the pressure on her lower back from laying flat.

"What are you doing now?" Bulma asked uncertainly. She hated being blindfolded, but at the same time it added a certain ingredient that aroused her fully.

The man leaned over her, thrusting his cock purposefully against her ass as he slide his naked torso over her back to whisper in her ear.

"I'm going to make you cum again."

Her entire body prickled, and she instantly started to breathe heavy. No one had ever talked to her like this man. She almost wanted him to say even dirtier things to her. She listened hard to the voice this time, trying desperately to rationalize who it possibly could be. It couldn't be Vegeta. It just couldn't. The voice was completely different. She had only heard Vegeta's voice raised in frustrated anger. Yelling and screaming, insulting her and everyone who crossed his path with a strident unforgiving tone. But this man's voice covered her like raw silk, cocooning her in haze of smoky pleasure that she could not escape from.

He slid his palms under her belly, and up her rib cage to cup her ripe breasts. He massaged them fully allowing her hardened nipples to brush against the velvet comforter in an arousing rhythm.

"Ah Kami, you love your tits being played with don't you, you dirty girl? It makes you wet, doesn't it?" To prove his point he unzipped his pants, nearly sighing in relief has his large cock finally sprang free from its prison. He allowed his hardened flesh to slide against her wet clit on the outside of her lace panties.

The feel of his penis sliding against her, causing the lace to scrape her sensitive skin drove her wild with anticipation. She dug her knees into the mattress, levering herself even higher in unspoken invitation to fuck her.

Without her consent a single word escaped her mouth, mortifying her to the core. "Yes," she replied to his crude question. Vegeta almost lost his rhythm when he heard her breathy reply. His already swelled cock tightened and he inhaled deeply to control himself.

"What was that whore?" he rasped in her ear.

Bulma bit her lip, refusing to answer him. She couldn't believe she had said that. She couldn't believe that she allowed herself to be drawn into his dirty little game.

Vegeta thrust his hand into her hair, twining the long strands around his fingers and wrenching back on her neck so he could see her profile. "Say it again or I will stop," he threatened convincingly. He thrust against her again, making sure to scrape the lace of her panties against her aching flesh.

He slid his tongue along the corner of her mouth, biting her lower lip in reprimand, but Bulma still refused to say the word. Slowly Vegeta withdrew from her, sliding his skin against her in sorrowful regret until he kneeled between her wide thighs, no part of their bodies touching.

Bulma clenched her eyes shut behind the satin mask. Her entire body rioted against her, screaming that she bring the warm flesh back, that its darkest fantasies get fulfilled. She felt the bed shift as the stranger slid down to the foot of the bed to leave, and before she could regret her decision the word escaped her again.

"Yes," she gasped.

There was a small pause and then the man's voice wrapped itself around her once again. "Yes, what?"

She gulped, but she would not back down now. "Yes, it makes me wet."

She heard a satisfied chuckle behind her and she wanted to scream in anger, but then she felt his hands on her calves, slowly sliding up her alabaster legs.

"What else makes you wet?" the velvety voice asked, and Bulma began to pant as his hands rose up her thighs, his thumbs brushing the edges of her panties.

"W-when you touch me down there," Bulma whispered as if she was afraid of being overheard.

"Down where?" he demanded, and his thumbs traced the edge of her panties, between her legs.

"You know," Bulma's voice was shaky and breathless. She knew what she wanted, but she didn't know if she was brave enough to say it.

"No I don't. Say it or I won't do it." His voice was hard and arrogant, softened with an edge of desire. She was almost angry at his treatment of her, but she wanted to say it. It was a rite of passage. Once the words came out of her mouth, there would be no going back. She would be entering another realm of sex that she had never gone before. Where it was okay to be dirty. Too be a little bit bad.

"I like it when you touch my clit," she whispered so quietly that Vegeta almost didn't hear her, but he did. Instantly his fingers dove under the lace, sliding against her slick, swollen flesh. She sighed with pleasure, and Vegeta grinned deviously, a dark glint shinning in his black eyes. He bared his teeth, sinking them into the plumb flesh of her cheek, soliciting a grunt of surprise from Bulma. He licked away the sting of his bite while teasing her flesh with his fingers.

"What else do you like?" he questioned eager to lead her down the path of wickedness, and Bulma was only too happy to follow.

"I like it when you kiss my breasts."

Vegeta growled, withdrawing to flip her around on her back and remove the pillow. He covered her body with his, sliding his fingers between her legs while his lips hovered over her erect nipple.

"Don't you mean you like it when I suck your tits?" he breathed on her while his black eyes watched every nuance of expression on the uncovered portion of her face. He could read her distaste in the lines on her brow, but he was determined to win cooperation. He never thought hearing a woman talk dirty to him would turn him on as much as it did. He knew instantly that it wasn't just any woman. It was Bulma, and that was what was driving him wild.

Bulma strained against her bonds, arching her breasts towards him, but he refused to give in. Even the fingers that teased her clit, slowed and eventually stilled while he waited for her response.

"Yes," she caved, needing his touch on her body

"Yes, what, whore?" he demanded fiercely.

"Yes, I like it when you suck my tits."

Bulma nearly sighed in bliss as his lips closed around her aching nipple soothing it with his hot mouth while simultaneously arousing even deeper needs. He teased her body until she thought she would cum again, something completely unheard of by her. She had only cum twice once before, and that was quite honestly by her own hand. Now a complete stranger's hand was leading her to paradise, and he hadn't even used his mouth yet.

"Lick my..." she trailed off in a strangled whisper.

Vegeta nearly stuttered to a stop. Bulma was a brilliant mind, a quick learner without a doubt, but her eagerness to take the lead was surprising, but not wholly unpleasant. In fact it was extremely exciting.

"Lick what?" he leered against her breast, his challenge clear in his voice.

Bulma's soft lips hardened as she heard his tone but she would not go unbeaten. "Lick my pussy." She almost choked on the last word, but her she kept her tone even and demanding. She knew what she wanted, why was it so hard to ask for it?

He growled, and shivers wracked her body. Vegeta's tight cock nearly exploded at her words and for the first time he wondered if he would be able to keep himself in control long enough to satisfy her.

He slid down her body, tucking his fingers into the top of her panties and drawing them tight against her. She spread her legs in welcome, digging her heels into the bed and drawing her knees up. She felt his hot breath on her first before the hot slide of his tongue danced up her clit. She inhaled sharply as he licked her through the lace of her panties, prickling her sensitive flesh.

She couldn't stop the long, drawn out moan that escaped her lips. Nothing in her limited sexual experience had ever felt this good. He pressed his tongue flat on her flesh, and licked the entire length of her swollen lips, teasing her clit with almost professional skill. She bucked against his mouth, demanding more, feeling empty while at the same time erotically satisfied.

Vegeta almost drowned in the taste of her. She was sweeter than any nectar he had tasted on some distant planet. As her raw moan vibrated from her throat he felt his cock jump and twitch in response as blood rushed into the already thick appendage. As she bucked against his mouth, his own hips thrust forward, instinct screaming at him to bury himself in her. She began to whimper with frantic longing, pulling Vegeta from his lustful haze long enough to pause his ministrations and look up at her.

"Do you want something, slut?" Bulma's chest heaved and she hissed between her teeth in righteous anger. Vegeta had to hold back his snicker of amusement as he flicked his tongue against her clit.

"If you don't ask, you're not going to get it." Again, Vegeta teased her with his tongue while pressing his thumb against her entrance through the damp lace of her panties.

Bulma unlocked her jaw as her breath caught in her throat. She arched against him, instinctively knowing that was what she wanted. Although his tongued worked her into a sheer sweat of need, her body still felt empty without something to fill it.

"Use your fingers," her request came out in a breathy pant, and her body bucked against his fingers demandingly.

Vegeta smiled against the smooth skin of her flat belly, knowing exactly what she wanted him to do.

"My fingers?" His voice was husky, and the question lay thick in the air between them. Bulma grimaced, knowing that she would have to be specific to get what she wanted. She would have to be dirty.

"I want you to fuck me with your fingers." Bulma had grown tired of the game, and her demand was louder than she intended. She knew what she wanted dammit. No more of this pussy footing around. If she wanted it, then by god, she would ask for it. And Vegeta was more than happy to comply.

With a triumphant growl he tore her panties from her willing body, not even bothering to slide them down her smooth legs. His mouth found her eager clit as his fingers plunged deeply inside of her. She arched off the bed to meet his thrust, howling with satisfaction.

Her body was untrained from years of a neglectful lover, and it took time and skill for Vegeta to build her steady thudding want into a demanding tidal wave of need. His lithe tongue slid along her swollen flesh, teasing her gently until she began to moan. Then he flattened his tongue, licking her hard with its length. All the while his fingers kept a steady pace that she met eagerly with every thrust of her hips.

She worried at the cuffs that held her, desperately wanting her hands free so she could touch the man that was sailing her to new heights of pleasure. She wanted her hands free so she could cup her breasts and tease her nipples taut while he fucked her with his mouth. She wanted to be a participant in this rough dance of lust.

Before she could voice her demand, the tight, aching ball in her lower belly exploded like a nova bomb, and her entire body arched off the bed almost painfully. The pure force of her orgasm hit her so violently, that Bulma thought that she would burst apart from the seams from the shear amount of blissful agony.

Her head flung back against the pillows and her jaw dropped open in a gut wrenching scream of wordless pleasure. As her orgasm ebbed, Vegeta paused to look up at her, his black eyes smoky with lust. His entire body felt alive with sensation and most surprisingly emotion. He was used to the burning touch of lust on his skin, but he had never felt the swelling of pride that he did at Bulma's cries of climax.

Although he had stilled, Bulma was still writhing about the bed like she was caught in the throes of a fever. And in a way she was. She felt hot all over, and her body tingled like it was on fire. Her skin was flushed with heat, and her mouth was parched with thirst, but still she wanted more. She needed more.

Her body so long neglected had finally responded to the touch of this man, and it demanded that he satisfy the monster that he had created inside of her. She tossed her head back and forth as she dug her heels in the mattress to raise her hips in invitation. Vegeta kneeled between her thighs, his own clawing, demanding need riding him hard, but still he waited, and he wasn't disappointed.

"Please. Please," she cried, pleading for relief.

"Please, what?" his raspy whisper scraped over her sensitive flesh, and she moaned, more than ready to play his game in order to satisfy her body.

"Please fuck me. Fuck me hard."

She sucked her full lower lip between her teeth after her demand and Vegeta was lost to her. His already freed cock pulsed with need and he had to reach down to squeeze the thick base to regain control of himself. He didn't have a chance to pull his jeans down his thighs because Bulma was lost to impatience. She pressed her shoulders hard into the bed as she wrapped her legs around his waist, and locked her ankles behind his back, pulling his delicious weight down on top of her.

Vegeta growled in delight at her aggressiveness, and he plowed his fingers into her teal hair, fisting his hand at the back of her head. He tipped her jaw back so he could rain kisses along her slender throat, and pale expanse of her chest.

"Should I turn you over and fuck you from behind like a bitch in heat?"

His tongue darted out to draw her ear lob between his teeth as he drawled his nasty question in her ear. Bulma shook her head as much as she could though it was caught in his tight grip. She needed to feel his mouth on her neck, on her breasts, on her lips. She needed to feel his hands on her hips and her hair. She needed him between her thighs were she could touch him.

At her silent answer, Vegeta could wait no longer. His already iron clad control was melting under the blaze of passion that was consuming them both. He let go over her hair briefly to grab a pillow that he tucked under her raised bottom, levering her hips closer to him.

He had barely finished before he was thrusting into her, locking his cries of bliss behind tightly clenched teeth. It was no half-hearted, tentative nudge, but a thrust that buried him to the hilt. He dominated her fully, completely fulfilling her aching need. Bulma was more than happy to cry out her pleasure as he finally filled her with his thick, hard length. She wrapped her legs around his thrusting hips, using her nimble toes to push his denim jeans down his legs, before locking them tight around him.

Vegeta felt a perfection that he had never before experienced. Her body was the sweetest he had ever tasted, the softest he had ever touched and the most beautiful he had ever seen. She wrapped her self around him like a cocoon of warmth and security he had never known. His entire life he had been forever wary of an attack, but he knew deep down in his cold heart that this woman would never turn against him, never try to harm him, never betray him to an enemy. She may not belong to him, but she was the closest to purity that he would ever get.

"Say my name when you cum. Scream it for all to hear," he demanded in her ear. The fact that she recognized him was suddenly important to him. He needed her to acknowledge that he was the one giving her such pleasure, that he was the one holding her.

"I don't know…" Her words trailed off as he rammed into her, knocking the breath from her body. Her body wrapped itself around him and her womb squeezed him tightly.

"You know. You know." He vowed with stringent devoutness. His hand wound its way back into her hair, and he tipped her head back again so he could feel the thrumming of her pulse against his lips. His other hand held the curve of her waist, steadying the rhythm of her thrusting hips to match his.

The fireball of heat that had barely diminished from her last orgasm grew to disproportionate intensity, burning her from the inside out. Vegeta could feel the tightening of her walls and his own mind numbing pleasure was gathering at the base of his cock, waiting to explode from his body in a haze of blinding light.

"Say it!" he snarled, hand tightening on her hip, nearly bruising her delicate flesh.

Bulma's eyes rolled back in her head, and through the mask she saw the dappled shadows of the afternoon light behind her lids. The fireball that was building in her stomach burst forth in a rush of liquid heat, and sparkling color. All rational thought drained out of her mind, and all she could think was of the man who had shown her that sex was more a ten minute disinterested romp in the hay.

The word keened up from her throat, raw and powerful. "VEGETA!" she screamed as the world shattered into fragments of light and color.

He growled deep in his chest, his teeth scraping over her juggler in a way that almost frightened her. Though a haze she felt his body shudder as he thrust into her, cumming deep inside her womb.

He slowed his frantic pace and she yanked on her bindings once again, forlornly wishing she was free so she could feel the hard muscles of his back under her palm. He stilled over her and she continued to pant, her laboring lungs desperately needing life giving oxygen.

"Please let me go," she gasped and she felt his body stiffen over her. Slowly he withdrew from her, leaving her aching, not only from being overused, but from his abandonment. She felt a tug at her wrists and she was free, but she was also chilled at the sudden loss of his body heat. She felt him retreat to the end of the bed, and she tucked her legs under her to sit up while pulling her mask off at the same time.

Vegeta paused from buckling his pants to meet her blue gaze. She knelt at the end of the bed, only an arms length away. Her eyes roved up his denim clad thighs, pausing insinuatingly at his stilled hands that still hovered over his fly. She licked her lips before continuing upwards, drinking in his finely defined stomach and chest that looked like it was sculpted from the hardest steel and dipped in bronze. Finally, her eyes fell on his immobile face, and she was momentarily taken aback.

His face as hard as stone, the only clue to their heated love making was the slight flush on his cheeks. He wasn't even panting with strain. He was poised at the end to of the bed, looking every inch like the conquering male who had taken what he wanted, and would have nothing more to do with her. She would have retreated from the chilling coldness, if she hadn't seen something unidentifiable flash in the back of his dark eyes. She almost wanted to say that it was yearning, but she wasn't certain, however it was enough. She decided right there that she wanted this man, and she would do what she must to get him.

So instead of rejecting him like he expected, she smiled in welcome instead. She saw a shudder of confusion run through him, and realized that no one had ever welcomed him. No one had ever truly smiled at him.

With the languid ease of a well loved woman she reached out to snag her fingers in his belt, tugging him hard towards the bed. Though he could have easily resisted her, he dropped to one knee on the edge of the bed, and her smile widened in response. She wrapped her other arm around his broad shoulders while grinning slyly up into his countenance.

"Let's do that again." Her invitation was followed by her husky laugh that only deepened when she saw Vegeta's lips curl up into a wicked grin of his own.

They fell back into the bed again, Bulma's delighted laughter echoing in the halls of Capsule Corp, quickly followed by her screams of pleasure.