Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Animalistic ❯ You're Fucking Paranoid ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Title : Animalistic (Art Jam)
Type: One-Shot
Couple: Vegeta X Bulma
Rating: R for +18 ( for sex, language, and violence)
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters but I worship them.

Shout out: Thanks Caprice for Beta-ing this for me. You’re the best!

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Bulma stumbled down the stairs drowsily. She couldn’t sleep so she thought it would be best if she worked on some documents for the upcoming board meeting in several days. She didn’t even bothering turning on the lights in the hallway as she made her way to the living room.

All of a sudden she slammed into something warm and extremely hard. Before she had time to scream she felt herself get painfully seized and slammed into a wall. There was only one thing she could think of that she had stumbled upon…Vegeta.

Bulma’s heart pounded violently in her chest as his arms and chest pinned her into the wall and his hands shackled her wrists. Vegeta’s eyes were dark as he glared angrily at her as if it were him that was being held captive instead of her.

“Oh god Vegeta, I’m sorry I startled you. I--I didn’t know you were up.” Bulma stuttered out. She hadn’t been prepared to run into the unruly Saiyan Prince in the dark hallway and it seemed that he had not been prepared to run into her either.

Vegeta snarled at her comment and for a moment she could really see the furious animal hiding within him. “What the fuck are you doing up so late ?” His voice was deeper than usual and was carried with an irritated growl. No human could ever make a noise like that.

“I--uhh--I…” Bulma had a hard time concentrating past the aching pain in her wrist where Vegeta was unconsciously squeezing.

“Are you spying on me you little cunt? Huh?” His voice was a soft rumble of fury and Bulma was shocked he even thought that way.

“What? No! No! I would never do that! Never ever!” Bulma shook her head and gushed quickly in hopes of calming his paranoia.

“Then I’ll ask you one more time…” he leaned in next to her ear. His hot breath fanned over her exposed neck causing her hair to stand on end, “…what the FUCK are you doing here?” It was a hushed whisper but it held deadly intent.

“I left my briefcase in the living room next to the couch. I just wanted to go get it and work on some paperwork since I couldn’t sleep. I swear Vegeta that’s all I was doing.” Bulma couldn’t believe how desperate she sounded but she was terrified. The man was definitely off his rocker and she would plead on her hand and knees if she had to.

He looked skeptical but after a moment he released her hands and stepped away from her body. Bulma rubbed the achy pain from her wrists and eyed Vegeta wearily for several moments.

“Well I don’t have all fucking night, go get your damn bag.” He sneered and Bulma nodded her head and started down the dark hall towards the living room. To her unease he followed her . His footsteps were silent as he tagged behind her and she felt like she was being openly stalked . She could feel his eyes angrily burn into her back and she couldn’t wait until she could retreat to her bedroom.

The living room dimly glowed from the artificial fireplace her mother kept lit at night. Bulma didn’t bother turning on the lights and hurriedly went to the couch. She sighed with relief when she saw the briefcase was unmoved. She picked it up and showed Vegeta, who was leaning against the door frame. She placed it on top of the sofa and opened it to double check all the papers she needed where still inside and then closed it.

“Well good night Vegeta,” she said as she walked towards him. She went to move by him and exit the room but a large arm reached across the doorframe and blocked her off.

“Not so fast wench. How do I know this isn’t some set up? How do I know that you didn’t plant that bag there as a safety net if I caught onto you? Hmm?” He leaned in until his nose nearly touched hers and snarled like an irate beast.

“Listen to yourself Vegeta! You’re fucking paranoid!” Bulma took several steps back and clutched her briefcase to her chest. What on earth was wrong with him?! He was crazy!

“Oh am I?! Huh?! I’ve seen you watching me, spying on me, plotting against me.” He growled as he began to prowl after her, stalking her through the living room.

Bulma’s mouth gaped open in shock as she backed up into the couch . He had to be kidding! Sure she had sneaked a peak here and there in appreciation of his physique but she was never ‘ plotting ’ or ‘ spying ’ on him.

“Vegeta you got it all wrong. I was never spying on you--”

“Then what is it!” He angrily shouted as he flipped the side table next to the couch over . The table crashed to the floor and the small lamp that was on it shattered on impact. Bulma gasped and continued to backup around the couch, trying to get distance from him. There was no way she was going to let him casually walk up to her in that kind of rage.

Every time Vegeta made a move to go around the couch Bulma would move the opposite way. He’d step to her left, she’d go right, he’d step to her right, she’d go left. Even though she felt a little braver having the sofa between her and her fuming houseguest she knew it wasn’t much of a barrier.

“I was never spying or plotting against you Vegeta.” Bulma tried to reason with him as she continued to keep the couch wedged between them. “That’s not how I am.”

“Then why are you constantly watching me? Huh? Tell me that!” Vegeta snarled as his hands gripped the back of the couch. Bulma heard a crack as she observed the couch’s wooden frame snap like a twig between his hands. Bulma was almost panicking now.

“You ever think maybe it’s because I find you attractive?!” Bulma yelled truthfully in fear and frustration. Vegeta’s spine straightened and he blinked several times in confusion. For the first time, Vegeta looked like he was stunned.

Bulma used the opportunity to throw her briefcase at him and took off running for the hallway. She didn’t make if very far and barely made it through the doorframe when a strong arm wrapped around her waist from behind . Bulma squealed as he clamped a hand around her mouth. Her breath was knocked out of her in a gust of air as she was yanked painfully backwards into Vegeta’s chest. Suddenly her face and chest was pressed into the wall forcefully and she was sufficiently trapped between two unmovable forces.

Bulma was frozen in fear as Vegeta’s massive body was pushed flushed against her from behind , pinning her tightly against the wall. His breath was heavy against her neck and the heat that radiated from him was immense causing her hair to stand up as if electrified.

“What--” he rasped into her ear, “--what did you just say?”

Bulma gulped several times trying to clear the dryness in her mouth. She parted her lips to say something but nothing came out. She tried again.

“I-I said th-that I think you are attractive.” Bulma finally managed to whisper out.

A long silence was held between them in the soft light of the living room. Bulma was unsure of what to say so instead opted to keep her face pressed against the cool plaster of the wall. At the moment she was at a lost of words and was utterly dumbfounded on what to do next.

After a long moment Vegeta moved his mouth to her ear. His lips were so close she could feel them softly brushing against her lobe .

“So I take it you want to fuck me.” He gruffly whispered to her.

Bulma’s eyes widened in shock. It was one thing to find someone attractive but it was another thing to want to sleep with them!

“I-I-I-” Bulma stuttered but was silenced when Vegeta’s hips grinded against her rear lewdly. She gasped and tried to come up with something to say but her mind was completely blank.

“It makes sense now.” He moaned breathlessly against her as he inhaled her scent. “The constant watching me. Eyeing me. I didn’t realize you wanted to mate with me.” His lips trailed from her ear to her temple where they skimmed against the skin there.

Bulma tried to think of a way to tell him that this was by-far not what she had in mind but no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t think past the feeling of his warm body pressing firmly into her from behind.

“I will not lie to you Bulma, I do not enjoy your race… ” he moved his lips back to her ear, “… but something tells me that I will enjoy you.” He huskily whispered as he took her earlobe in between his teeth and softly tugged it. Bulma shivered at the contact, not from fear but from sexual excitement. Yamcha had never done that before!

Vegeta seemed pleased with Bulma’s reaction and began to rain tantalizing kisses and nips down the smooth column of her neck. His lips were surprisingly soft and he was wonderfully tender with his teeth.

Bulma trembled with desire. Somewhere in the back of her mind her conscious was screaming at her to stop this. She barely knew the guy! Not to mention the man had just chased her down in her own house and threatened her for no reason! But logic was not at her side and with each sinful kiss and nip she felt her rational side slip farther and farther way.

She moaned as his mouth brushed against the smooth skin of her shoulder. He softly pulled both her tank top straps off her arms and continued to lather her skin with attention. His lips dropped down the back of her neck and licked across the hollow between her shoulder-blades.

Bulma was surprised at his current gentleness. It was shocking to see the extreme difference between the animal that had been knocking over furniture in a paranoid rage to this man with a mouth softer than a summer breeze. Part of her mind screamed that it only proved what a mental case Vegeta truly was and that she needed to escape but she ignored her rationality and concentrated on the feeling of him pulling her shirt down over her breast and hips.

His bare hands skimmed up and down her sides before his fingers looped into the band of her boxer shorts and pulled them down off her. Bulma looked over her shoulder at Vegeta to see him examining the red thong she wore underneath. His fingers dipped under the thin straps and with a little tug they snapped and fell to the floor as well.

Pleased that she was now naked before him, Vegeta’s hands caressed Bulma’s ass sensually before sliding up her sides to her exposed breasts causing goosebumps to spread across her heated skin. Bulma couldn’t help herself and moaned deeply as she leaned heavily against him, arching her chest further into his hands. She had never been so turned on in her life and she found it to be the ultimate high having Vegeta touch her so delicately .

“Vegeta…” Bulma whispered passionately while burying her face into the crook of his neck. Her mouth brushed the smooth skin of his throat as his hands worked magic on her body, touching her in all the right places causing delightful tingles to run through her blood like a fever. He trailed his calloused fingertips down her sensitive sides to her hips and thighs before trailing them to the heat of her sex. Bulma gasped as he began to explore her there. His fingers slipped between her slick folds to her bud where he pressed and rolled her clit in circular motions causing Bulma’s legs to buckle under the pleasurable sensations.

Vegeta’s mouth continued to kiss and bite her neck as his free hand kneaded her breast. Bulma had never been so fully stimulated. “ Please… ” she gasped as she bucked into his hands and tossed her head back onto his shoulder. God it felt so good!

To her dismay he suddenly halted his torment and stepped away from her leaving her bereft. Bulma turned around to plead with him to continue but stopped when she watched him pull his tank top off over his head.
‘God he is a beautiful man,’ She thought as she leaned back against the wall and basked in the sight of his naked chest.

“ Please what? ” he growled suggestively as he stepped towards her wrapping his muscular arms around her lithe body. His hands cupped her ass as his mouth fell to her collar bone and nipped it heatedly.

“ Please… ” she moaned when she felt his clothed arousal push against her exposed flesh. She gripped on to him tightly, her fingers dimpling his skin on his shoulders.

All of a sudden a light turned on from the hallway. Bulma gasped in alarm and quickly jumped away from the shirtless man in front of her. She hurriedly scooped up her clothing and attempted to put them on hastily.

Vegeta growled dangerously making Bulma leap in sudden fear as she slipped her shirt over her head. The animal that was hidden within him was coming out and it was not happy to be interrupted. She backed up into the corner while she watched him angrily make his way to the hallway.

“Bulma darling, are you in there? I thought I heard---” her mother’s voice was cut off by a very pissed off Saiyan.

“The woman’s not in here so leave and don’t disturb me anymore.” It was a threatening rasp that made Bulma worried for her mother’s safety.

“Oh Vegeta it’s you. I’m so sorry. I just thought it was Bulma. She suffers from insomnia so sometimes she’s up at all hours of the night so I just figured it was her I heard. I didn’t mean to upset you my dear but I figured I go check up on Bulma but it wasn’t even her at all! Oh look at me I’m rambling I’m sure you want your peace and quiet after such a long day training. It’s amazing how much you train! But it surely pays off. Look at that exceptional body of yours! My, my, I’m sure all the ladies love you.” Bulma’s mother giggled girlishly.

Bulma nearly rolled her eyes in exasperation but she was too afraid to look way from Vegeta for a second. She had a perfect profile view of Vegeta’s body barricading the doorway into the living room and Bulma could see the murderous expression on his face deepening with every word her mother spoke. She feared for her mother’s life if he lost control of the rage within him.

“Well goodnight Vegeta deary, I’ll see you in the morning.” Her mother cooed and Bulma was happy to see the light in the hallway shut off and hear her mothers footsteps softly vanish. She let out a heavy sigh of relief. That had been too close for comfort.

“Maybe this wasn’t a good idea,” Bulma whispered in the silence as she nervously tugged at the bottom of her tank top. Now that she wasn’t in a daze of heat and pleasure her logic was back on track.

“Shut up and lay on the fucking couch” Vegeta snapped as he angrily tugged at the drawstring on his cotton pants. Bulma blinked and was about to give him a firm ‘no’ but the enraged expression on his face stopped her. He was back to the animalistic Vegeta he had been earlier and it scared her. Saying ‘no’ to him now may not be the best thing for her health.

Bulma timidly went to the couch and laid down on her back. She tried to ignore the large dip where the back of the couch was broken and instead tried to even her frantic breathing. She eyed Vegeta wearily as he moved toward her. She exhaled forcefully when he dropped his pants and every inch of him was exposed to her in the dim light. Bulma bit her lip, he was truly magnificent to look at.

Vegeta crawled over her body and with an angry snarl he ripped her tank top and shorts off her. Bulma cried out in surprise and covered her bare chest with her arms. This was definitely not the gentle man that was touching her only moments before.

“What the fuck is wrong with you now?” he frothed in rage as his body loomed over her threatening. Bulma gulped several times and quivered in fear.

“Y-you’re f-frightening me…” she whispered with wide blue yes. Her lips trembled so much that she had to bite them to keep them still.

For the second time that night he looked stunned. He sat back on his haunches and stared down at her with an odd expression on his face as if seeing her for the first time. Bulma wasn’t quite sure how to read his current behavior and looked away to stare at the fire. This was not what she had planned. Not once had she ever imagined herself in such a predicament. Sure she found the Saiyan Prince to be smoking hot but she had barely said more than a sentence to the man for the whole year and a half he had been living with her and her family. And now, here she was, naked and pinned down by the very sexy, naked, and violent alien male.

Bulma’s eyes quickly jumped back to Vegeta when he slowly descended down onto her. He nudged her legs apart with his knees and settled himself between her thighs. He placed his massive arms beside her head and stretched his entire length of his body on top of hers.

Vegeta slowly moved his mouth towards hers until his lips gently brushed against lips. The contact was as light as a feather but Bulma trembled from the touch. He repeated the action, slightly rocking his hips to press his manhood against her warmth as his lips skimmed against her petal soft mouth for a second time. Bulma exhaled and Vegeta took the chance to seal his lips over hers. He coaxed her into a sensual kiss as his body pressed further into her slick passage. Bulma moaned as the head of his dick nudged against her entrance and slip partially inside her tightness.

Bulma tried to think but it was hard to with Vegeta’s mouth working it’s magic against hers. God he was a split personality. From violent to gentle. From gentle to enraged. From enraged to sensual. She had never met a man that had such an unstable mentality… or one that kissed as skillful as him. His mouth was so gentle against hers. His tongue was just as amazing as his lips as it swept into her mouth and danced with hers. It should have been against the laws of nature that someone as demented and psychotic as Vegeta to be able to kiss so fervently.

Bulma gasped against his mouth as he pushed deeper into her. She clutched onto his biceps as he stretched her with his immense size. He pulled his mouth away from hers and settled to nip and kiss along her neck.

“Fuck…” Vegeta groaned as he pushed his entire length within her and paused letting her accommodate to his size.

Bulma closed her eyes and moaned as she absorbed the pleasure of his warm cock within her. He was so large and filled her so completely that she was sure that it would be hard to find another man as gratifying. She opened her eyes to see him staring down at her face, his full lips were softly parted and beads of sweat were starting to build at his temples. He looked so handsome that Bulma couldn’t stop her self as she reached up and framed his face with her hands. She tenderly rubbed her thumb against his bottom lip before pulling his face down for a searing kiss.

Vegeta’s lips fought against hers in a battle of passion as his hips began to make a slow steady rhythm. Bulma moaned and gasped against his mouth at the building pleasure his body was making within her. Vegeta lifted himself up higher on his elbows and groaned when Bulma wrapped her slender legs around his waist giving him deeper access to her heat .

Bulma tilted her head back while in the throws of pleasure. It felt so good that Bulma couldn’t help but grip his arms tighter to anchor herself. He wasn’t even moving fast but Bulma could feel herself teetering on the edge of an orgasm. She had never met a man with such a skill at sex. Bulma let out a breathless gasp as she climaxed and arched her body off the cushions of the couch.

Vegeta groaned and grasped Bulma’s hips in an attempt to still her. He bit his bottom lip roughly as he tried to settle his cock from cumming within her clenching walls. “Damn…” he rasped in a breathless pant.

Bulma opened her eyes and stared at him under half lidded lashes as he tried to regain control of himself. When he seemed to have settled he grabbed her waist and pulled her up onto his lap, pressing her breast firmly against his chest. His hands gripped her ass using it to push her hips back and forth , rocking her slowly on top of him.

“Vegeta…” Bulma whimpered in pleasure as he began to pick up speed and depth. But it didn’t seem enough for the Saiyan Prince.

Vegeta growled deep within his throat and before Bulma knew it she was being lifted off his lap and bent over the broken back of the couch. He stood behind her leaning form and wasted no time mounting her from behind. Vegeta’s thrusts were much more forceful than before and he grunted heavily with each powerful push of his hips. The sound of their sweaty bodies slapping against each other and the soft noises of their panting echoed through the empty room but neither of them seemed to notice.

Bulma gripped the cushions with white knuckles as Vegeta plowed into her from behind. The pleasure was blinding and Bulma couldn’t hold back any longer and softly cried under her breath as her orgasm hit her hard. Lights danced behind her lids and she was sure that she was dying from the sinful ecstasy rushing through her veins.

Vegeta gnashed his teeth together and his nostrils flared as Bulma’s body clenched tightly around him. He could no longer control himself and he pushed deeply into her wet passage. His cocked pulsed powerfully as he cummed, spilling warm white liquids within her.

Vegeta kept himself tightly wedged within Bulma’s warmth as they both took a minute to catch their breath . After several moments he slowly pulled out and watched as their combined liquids dripped down her thighs and off his tingling manhood.

Bulma closed her eyes and smiled contently as she rested her head on the back of the couch. Her whole body felt sedated and satisfied like never before. Who knew insane psychopathic men would make such good lovers?

Vegeta leaned over to softly nuzzled his lips against the nape of Bulma’s neck then up to her ear . Bulma opened her eyes and raised an eyebrow to acknowledge him.

“I think we should get cleaned up,” he rasped with a chuckle and emphasized his point by wiping the dripping cum off his dick onto her bare ass. Bulma nodded her head in agreement and slowly grabbed the scraps of her clothing off the floor.

Vegeta waited patiently for her before heading for the shower. As soon as they entered Vegeta’s bathroom Bulma knew the night was far from over. Once the door clicked closed Vegeta had her pinned against the sink with his naked body. His eyes were dark with obsession and the wicked predatory grin on his face sent shivers of ecstasy through her body. He effortlessly lifted her up onto the counter and Bulma blushed innocently as he spread her legs.

“I’m going to fuck you all night,” Vegeta groaned huskily as he forcefully took her mouth with a lustful kiss.

And he did. All night long.

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