Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Been watching too many commercials... ❯ Chapter 2

Disclaimer: Still do not own DBZ; still do not want to be sued.

Chapter 2

Bulma continues to do all the work, managing to keep up a tortuous pace of thrusts against me. I know she won't be able to hang on like this for too long, but I let her dominate me for the time being. As much as I want to take her roughly against the side of the pool, I can't help but be distracted by Kakkarot and his woman. They finish undressing and she proceeds to drag the baka to the side of the pool opposite Bulma and I. It's very reminiscent of Bulma's show earlier, but Kakkarot just plods along sheepishly. What kind of man are you? If not yourself, you should at least please your mate. Pathetic.

"Vegeta, that's mean," he whines, drawing Chichi's stare. The baka answers mental conversation with words, what an idiot.

*Stop doing that Vegeta, I keep forgetting!* Once a whiny baka, always a whiny baka.

*It's not like that, Vegeta. You know we could never go all out on our wives.*

So instead you give her nothing? One thing's for sure, you'll never be accused of having a sense of logic.

*I just don't want to hurt her.*

Kami, you could at least go through the trouble of finding out what she wants and how much she can take. She sure as hell doesn't sound overly satisfied to me.

Guess he isn't going to find an argument against that. They climb in the pool and their hands start to roam over each other's bodies. This is something I have no interest in seeing. I wrap my arms tightly around Bulma and turn to place her up against the side of the pool, carefully making sure to place my arms against the rough cement edge rather than risk scraping up her back. Her hands travel up my back, gently tracing my spine, ending up buried in my hair. Her eyes meet mine and I chuckle to myself. Woman, you have no idea what you do to me when you look at me like that… She gives me a sexy little smirk and opens her mouth to speak.

"I'm not in the mood to play today, Vegeta. I want it hard and I want it now."

I should call up the company who makes Bulma's wine and thank them personally for a job well done. I start pounding into her immediately and she lets out a shriek of surprise. Giggling, she slides her hands back down to my back to hold on for dear life as I quicken my pace.

"Ow, Chichi, you know I hate it when you do that!"

"Shut up Goku, I'm not in the mood to hear your input."

I'm almost regretting that I turned my back on this. At least the audio is humorous. Which leaves only one loose end…

"So looks like it's time to put up or shut up, boy," I muse.

Gohan glares daggers back at me. "I didn't say anything, so I think that puts me safely in the `shut up' category, thank you very much," he mumbles. The Satan girl raises an eyebrow and turns to him. Oh, the game is on boy. Are you going to leave your woman unsatisfied like the pitiful excuse for a Saiyajin you call father, or are you going to do this like a real man?

"Alright, so you honestly expect me-"

"Vegeta, leave me alone, I'm doing-"

Heh, this time my thoughts reached both father and son. I really need to work on that. Gohan makes eye contact with his father for a second but quickly breaks it and turns away. Unfortunately for him, the only direction to turn is right into the eyes of the Satan girl.

"What?"

"What do you mean `what', Gohan? And what's that look for?"

"This look is a look of horror at what the look you're giving me means!"

"Well, what do you expect me to do?"

"What do you expect me to do?!? You think I'm going to-" Satan girl grabs his chin, cupping it in her hand and staring him down.

"Yes."

"Dammit Videl, those are my parents over there," he hisses.

"It's okay by me, Gohan, I know you two were made for each other!" Kakkarot offers a little too gleefully. I venture a gaze over my shoulder at him and his mate. It looks like she's trying to mount him, but he keeps squirming around uncomfortably. He's obviously looking for any distraction possible. Baby. Chichi stops at Kakkarot's words, however, and turns sharply toward Gohan.

"No way, you're not doing anything until you're married! I will not have you-"

"It's alright, Gohan." Kakkarot shuts his woman up with a fierce kiss. Looks like he's finally settled down and is willing to get down to business. I look up to see that Satan girl has wasted no time in removing her clothes, leaving a still fully-clothed Gohan staring at her nude form in disbelief. She crosses her arms over her chest and gives Gohan an impatient look.

"Kami, it's not like we've never done this before, Gohan. I mean ever since the Budokai…"

"Yeah, where you pulled me aside, yanked my pants down and made yourself comfortable…"

She gives him a smirk and shrugs. "A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do," she trails off as she dives into the deep end of the pool. Gohan shakes his head, strips down to his boxers and follows her, taking them off underwater. Baby. Satan girl makes short work of Gohan, shoving him roughly against the side of the pool and grabbing his cock, fully encompassing him. He lets out a little moan before composing himself and lifting her up by the buttocks, wrapping her legs around his waist to draw her in deeper.

It's not a bad idea, and I swiftly do the same. Bulma tightens her grip on my back, and I feel her fingernails putting increasing pressure on my skin. Oh woman, I love it when you make me bleed. I plunge deeper insider her, and her nails break my skin. It's not enough pain to even register in my senses, and it all quickly melts to pure pleasure. I feel myself slipping a little, and I push harder. I feel the skin on my forearms shred against the rough edge of the pool, and I'm overcome by my feral desires as I let out a low growl. I can feel Bulma struggling to match my pace, and while I feel her faltering I'm still amazed that she's in any shape to thrust back at all. I feel her walls squeezing me tighter and her arms tremble around me. It's at this moment that I hear Chichi's voice behind me, crying out. Well well, Kakkarot. Started later and done earlier. You don't seem to have much to worry about if that's all you have to give your wife.

"God dammit, Vegeta, I- kuso!" he cries as he loses it. At least he brought his woman to a climax before his own. I smirk. Judging from the panting coming from his wife, at least she's content now. I'd hate to have to listen to her bitching over my own woman's cries. It's not hard to tell that Bulma's fading fast. Her whole body is shaking and her moans burn a hole through my control. I can't resist the urge to lavish her upper body in kisses, and I frantically run my lips over every inch of her body than I can reach from this position. Her grip on my back loosens some, and I feel her walls trembling around my length. This is it, woman. I know Kakkarot and his woman are watching me from behind, and I can see Gohan and the Satan girl slow their pace to watch me out of the corner of their eyes in curiosity. Yes, this is my game, and I'll show you all what the Saiyajin no ouji can do!

I increase my pace as fast as I can, and I can feel that Bulma isn't thrusting back anymore, she's just holding on for dear life. Her teeth trace my collarbone and she grasps me hard once again, preparing for her release. She brings her head up and lays it next to mine, pressing her neck against my own, and shakily whispers in my ear.

"Vegeta I-"

She doesn't have a chance to finish as she finally lets go. Her walls clamp down hard around me and she arches her back involuntarily. She's crying out so loudly that it seems our audience is unsure whether to interfere or not. Bakas. They should know that I'd never hurt her. Her body is flush up against mine, and she's shaking even harder than before. I'll never hurt her, but I'll always push her to her limits… I feel my breath go ragged and my ability to bottle up my moans is fading fast. Her walls continue to squeeze and release my cock and it's getting to be too much to bear. I manage to hold out for a few more seconds until I find my release. My head flies back and I let out something between a cry and a growl. I thrust harder to extend these sensations as long as I can, but the endorphins stream down my legs and up my torso and I'm forced to ease up, bringing her body off of the pool wall. Grasping her thighs I thrust a few more times before I have to stop to regain my faltering balance. I relax my grip and let her legs fall alongside my own. She still holds me tightly, but brings one hand down between us. I help her out and slowly pull out from her still trembling pussy. I take a deep breath and step back to the edge of the pool and lean up against the edge as Bulma leans against me, laying her head on my chest as she gasps for breath.

I learned a long time ago that when we're lying together like this she's holding on to me as hard as I am to her. I was foolish to think that I could ever distance myself from her, and she has been more than forgiving since what I did at the Budokai. I bring my head down to rest upon hers and close my eyes. To hell with whatever Kakkarot and his baka son think about me now. I've shown them what I feel for my wife, and what I'm willing to do to please her. Her panting slows a little, and she turns up towards me to whisper in my ear.

"Just give me a couple minutes, Vegeta, and then I'll be ready again. You were pretty rough that time." She smiles. I give a small smile back that only she can see. So she wants more. Heh, she always does…

~Whew, finished with the chapter. That was my first real full lemon, so I hope it was okay at least. Oh yeah, and don't think this fic is done. No, no, no. Not even close. What are Gohan and Videl going to bring to the table? And if Vegeta and Bulma are up for round two, what about Goku and Chichi? You'll have to read on to find out. Thanks for the reviews people, keep them coming! I love hearing your input!