Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bend. I will not break. ❯ Reset ( Chapter 20 )
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By: lexylou 
Bulma attempts to seduce Vegeta. Will she take him to Osiria or will he want to go off on his own.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Hentai / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.21.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 285 | Status: Work In Progress
Bulma attempts to seduce Vegeta. Will she take him to Osiria or will he want to go off on his own.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Hentai / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.21.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 285 | Status: Work In Progress
BEND. I WILL NOT BREAK. CHAPTER 20 – RESET .
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DRAGONBALL/Z/GT.ALL CHARACTERS ARE A PRODUCT OF AKIRA TORIYAMA.This story may contain Nudity, Sexual Themes, Violence/Gore, Strong Language, Ideologically Sensitive. B x V
-The Remettersi-
Bulma had awakened before the shift change on the ship. Upon exiting her door this early morning Bulma looked both ways to find that a suspected fuming saiyan to be nowhere in sight. She walked briskly down the darkened halls to the bridge.
Upon arriving at her destination she asked the comm.’s tech if there had been any transmission from the Gyôza or planet Orinia.
“Sir, a message came from planet Orinia no less than five hours ago. They await you arrival and say that you’ll be pleased with their progress on the…” The tech stopped as he saw the arrival of the saiyan prince on the bridge.
Bulma watched as the words died in the techs mouth and his eyes shift behind her. Bulma didn’t have to turn to know who was behind her. “So, the prince decides to grace us with his presence.” She said as she still faced the tech motioning to him he could get back to work.
She turned to face Vegeta with a mischievous smirk. “Did you sleep well?” Her blue eyes smiled though her lashes.
“I could have slept better, Onna.” He returned and the innuendo was not missed by Bulma.
Bulma turned back to the tech. “Was that the only transmission?”
The tech swallowed hard before answering. “Yes, sir.”
“If there is any more transmission be sure to inform me immediately. Am I understood?” The tech nodded his affirmative. Bulma glanced to Vegeta for a moment and then left the bridge making her way to the ships onboard lab.
Bulma had spent all day in the lab and stopped only when food was brought to eat. Once done and the dishes were cleared, she continued working on an operating system that would, for the time being, become part of her magnum opus. She entered in a few more lines of code before glancing at the clock to see that it was 2:37 in the morning. She decided to call it a night and left for her quarters.
She stripped out of her body suit and then crawled into her cold bed. She shivered slightly a she pulled the cool crisp sheets onto her body. Her nipples had become hard due to the chill of the sheet and she thought back on how long it had been since she had been with anyone. She began to smooth her hands down her body under the sheets.
She found her hands moving on the own accord when she thought of the last man she was with. The last person had been… “Vegeta…” She gasped out as she fondled her moisten folds.
“Yes, Onna?” Vegeta said seductively from the darkness.
Bulma stopped all movement as he eyes froze on the deviously smirking saiyan prince. “Vegeta, get out.” She said above a whisper.
“You don’t sound very convincing.” He purred as he crawled across the bed up to her. He took her hand in his and pulled it to his mouth. He sucked her lusty juices from each of her fingers causing her to moan in want at the seductive display. He released each finger slowly from his overheated mouth. “Are you sure you want me to leave?”
“No.” Her response was a double ender. She was unsure of what she actually wanted, but the need she felt was beginning to overwhelm her.
With her answer given Vegeta snatched the sheet from her body and attacked her in blinded passion.
Bulma shook herself out of her musings. It had been too long for her. With that thought she got up from her bed and dressed. She was on a mission and the warmth in her loins needed to be appeased if she was to have any kind of peace.
Bulma entered his room to find it unoccupied. “Where is he? I guess I’ll have to wait.” She said as she sprawled out onto his bed facing the door. “He’ll never expect me to be here.” She had suppressed her ki before leaving her room.
“I can’t wait to see the look on his face.” She giggled lightly. She bent her head down to the coverlet and inhaled deeply. She moaned in pleasure as she took in his scent. The memories of it sent trills scampering up and down her spine.
The door to Vegeta’s room began to open and Bulma held her place atop Vegeta’s bed. She was lying on her stomach facing the door. Her legs were in the air behind her with her ankles crossed. She swung her legs slightly every so often like a great cat swishing its tail anticipating prey.
Vegeta stood in the doorway smirk knowingly. He knew she was there before he saw her. He could smell that she had been at his door and inside the room her scent was more potent. “Did you forget where your room was, Onna?” He said seductively as he walked inside leaving the door agape behind him.
She said nothing as she smirked impishly at him. “Your majesty?” A female voice came from behind him. A female came through the door and waited for Vegeta to acknowledge her.
“Go draw a bath and wait for me.” He told the other woman. The woman wasn’t the normal kind of servant. She was very submissive and scantily dressed. Bulma could guess what her main purpose was on the ship. Repulsion and anger battled in her stomach.
“Did you need something? If not I’m a little busy at the moment.” He shifted his eyes to the bathroom.
Bulma gracefully stood atop his bed and glared daggers at him. “I thought I did, but not anymore.” She said coldly as she stepped down and left the room.
Bulma wasn’t in a mood to sleep or work in her lab. She went to the only place on the ship that she knew that she wouldn’t be bothered, the training room, to blow off some steam.
Vegeta exited the bathroom after a good soak of his sore muscles and being sensually bathed. He had ordered the little subservient girl to turn down his bed and to wait for him there.
He approached his bed and noted that she had already disrobed and was waiting for him expectantly. He slid into the bed next to the woman and pulled her to sit straddled across his bare lap. She lay down on top of his and began to lick and kiss his chest. She teasingly rocked her hips slowly against his growing erection. Vegeta his hands on either side of her waist and slid the down to her thighs. He slid them back up her thighs and gripped her buttocks as his hands followed the movement of her slowly rolling hips.
Bulma’s scent that was minutely noticeable before had begun to nag at him. As much a he needed release he couldn’t do this. The woman pleasuring him now wasn’t Bulma.
“Get off me. Obviously I was mistaken in my choice of women. You seductive attempts are stale and your lazy movements do little to excite me.” He said gruffly as his member still stood poised to enter.
The woman obliged and picked up her clothes. “You will still stay here tonight. You can leave in the morning when I wake.”
“Where am I to sleep, majesty?” She asked in her submissive tone.
“On the floor… and if you approach the bed or touch me while I sleep I’ll end your miserable life.” Vegeta said in a scathing reply.
Bulma had trained all morning and spent a great deal of time using her weighted spheres. She was running on fumes. She had so little sleep since arriving on the Remettersi, but she would make up the neglected necessity during her trip to Osiria. She had yet to make up her mind on whether or not she would take the saiyan prince. She would have to make that decision within the next hour. This was assuming that he wanted to go with her seeing as he had found a way to amuse himself. Did he want to stay with her? She realized that they hadn’t spoken of what his plans were. This conversation that had been put off would have to happen now. She halted her self-abuse and went to shower and then find the great ass himself.
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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DRAGONBALL/Z/GT.ALL CHARACTERS ARE A PRODUCT OF AKIRA TORIYAMA.This story may contain Nudity, Sexual Themes, Violence/Gore, Strong Language, Ideologically Sensitive. B x V
-The Remettersi-
Bulma had awakened before the shift change on the ship. Upon exiting her door this early morning Bulma looked both ways to find that a suspected fuming saiyan to be nowhere in sight. She walked briskly down the darkened halls to the bridge.
Upon arriving at her destination she asked the comm.’s tech if there had been any transmission from the Gyôza or planet Orinia.
“Sir, a message came from planet Orinia no less than five hours ago. They await you arrival and say that you’ll be pleased with their progress on the…” The tech stopped as he saw the arrival of the saiyan prince on the bridge.
Bulma watched as the words died in the techs mouth and his eyes shift behind her. Bulma didn’t have to turn to know who was behind her. “So, the prince decides to grace us with his presence.” She said as she still faced the tech motioning to him he could get back to work.
She turned to face Vegeta with a mischievous smirk. “Did you sleep well?” Her blue eyes smiled though her lashes.
“I could have slept better, Onna.” He returned and the innuendo was not missed by Bulma.
Bulma turned back to the tech. “Was that the only transmission?”
The tech swallowed hard before answering. “Yes, sir.”
“If there is any more transmission be sure to inform me immediately. Am I understood?” The tech nodded his affirmative. Bulma glanced to Vegeta for a moment and then left the bridge making her way to the ships onboard lab.
Bulma had spent all day in the lab and stopped only when food was brought to eat. Once done and the dishes were cleared, she continued working on an operating system that would, for the time being, become part of her magnum opus. She entered in a few more lines of code before glancing at the clock to see that it was 2:37 in the morning. She decided to call it a night and left for her quarters.
She stripped out of her body suit and then crawled into her cold bed. She shivered slightly a she pulled the cool crisp sheets onto her body. Her nipples had become hard due to the chill of the sheet and she thought back on how long it had been since she had been with anyone. She began to smooth her hands down her body under the sheets.
She found her hands moving on the own accord when she thought of the last man she was with. The last person had been… “Vegeta…” She gasped out as she fondled her moisten folds.
“Yes, Onna?” Vegeta said seductively from the darkness.
Bulma stopped all movement as he eyes froze on the deviously smirking saiyan prince. “Vegeta, get out.” She said above a whisper.
“You don’t sound very convincing.” He purred as he crawled across the bed up to her. He took her hand in his and pulled it to his mouth. He sucked her lusty juices from each of her fingers causing her to moan in want at the seductive display. He released each finger slowly from his overheated mouth. “Are you sure you want me to leave?”
“No.” Her response was a double ender. She was unsure of what she actually wanted, but the need she felt was beginning to overwhelm her.
With her answer given Vegeta snatched the sheet from her body and attacked her in blinded passion.
Bulma shook herself out of her musings. It had been too long for her. With that thought she got up from her bed and dressed. She was on a mission and the warmth in her loins needed to be appeased if she was to have any kind of peace.
Bulma entered his room to find it unoccupied. “Where is he? I guess I’ll have to wait.” She said as she sprawled out onto his bed facing the door. “He’ll never expect me to be here.” She had suppressed her ki before leaving her room.
“I can’t wait to see the look on his face.” She giggled lightly. She bent her head down to the coverlet and inhaled deeply. She moaned in pleasure as she took in his scent. The memories of it sent trills scampering up and down her spine.
The door to Vegeta’s room began to open and Bulma held her place atop Vegeta’s bed. She was lying on her stomach facing the door. Her legs were in the air behind her with her ankles crossed. She swung her legs slightly every so often like a great cat swishing its tail anticipating prey.
Vegeta stood in the doorway smirk knowingly. He knew she was there before he saw her. He could smell that she had been at his door and inside the room her scent was more potent. “Did you forget where your room was, Onna?” He said seductively as he walked inside leaving the door agape behind him.
She said nothing as she smirked impishly at him. “Your majesty?” A female voice came from behind him. A female came through the door and waited for Vegeta to acknowledge her.
“Go draw a bath and wait for me.” He told the other woman. The woman wasn’t the normal kind of servant. She was very submissive and scantily dressed. Bulma could guess what her main purpose was on the ship. Repulsion and anger battled in her stomach.
“Did you need something? If not I’m a little busy at the moment.” He shifted his eyes to the bathroom.
Bulma gracefully stood atop his bed and glared daggers at him. “I thought I did, but not anymore.” She said coldly as she stepped down and left the room.
Bulma wasn’t in a mood to sleep or work in her lab. She went to the only place on the ship that she knew that she wouldn’t be bothered, the training room, to blow off some steam.
Vegeta exited the bathroom after a good soak of his sore muscles and being sensually bathed. He had ordered the little subservient girl to turn down his bed and to wait for him there.
He approached his bed and noted that she had already disrobed and was waiting for him expectantly. He slid into the bed next to the woman and pulled her to sit straddled across his bare lap. She lay down on top of his and began to lick and kiss his chest. She teasingly rocked her hips slowly against his growing erection. Vegeta his hands on either side of her waist and slid the down to her thighs. He slid them back up her thighs and gripped her buttocks as his hands followed the movement of her slowly rolling hips.
Bulma’s scent that was minutely noticeable before had begun to nag at him. As much a he needed release he couldn’t do this. The woman pleasuring him now wasn’t Bulma.
“Get off me. Obviously I was mistaken in my choice of women. You seductive attempts are stale and your lazy movements do little to excite me.” He said gruffly as his member still stood poised to enter.
The woman obliged and picked up her clothes. “You will still stay here tonight. You can leave in the morning when I wake.”
“Where am I to sleep, majesty?” She asked in her submissive tone.
“On the floor… and if you approach the bed or touch me while I sleep I’ll end your miserable life.” Vegeta said in a scathing reply.
Bulma had trained all morning and spent a great deal of time using her weighted spheres. She was running on fumes. She had so little sleep since arriving on the Remettersi, but she would make up the neglected necessity during her trip to Osiria. She had yet to make up her mind on whether or not she would take the saiyan prince. She would have to make that decision within the next hour. This was assuming that he wanted to go with her seeing as he had found a way to amuse himself. Did he want to stay with her? She realized that they hadn’t spoken of what his plans were. This conversation that had been put off would have to happen now. She halted her self-abuse and went to shower and then find the great ass himself.
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