Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bend. I will not break. Part II ❯ TOGETHER AGAIN ( Chapter 1 )
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By: lexylou 
iT'S BACK! 'BIWNB-P2'. WOOT, WOOT! I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF AND HAD TO POST THIS LITTLE YUMMY TEASER! MMM, TASTES LIKE LEMON!
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Hentai / Romance / Sci-fi | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.23.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 941 | Visits: 215 | Status: Work In Progress
iT'S BACK! 'BIWNB-P2'. WOOT, WOOT! I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF AND HAD TO POST THIS LITTLE YUMMY TEASER! MMM, TASTES LIKE LEMON!
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Hentai / Romance / Sci-fi | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.23.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 941 | Visits: 215 | Status: Work In Progress
BEND. I WILL NOT BREAK. PART II, CH 1 – TOGETHER AGAIN.
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, and Ideologically Sensitive.
A/N: -thought- "speech" (mental speech)
Bulma floated peacefully in the healing chamber. Vegeta refused to leave her side and became violent towards anyone who ventured into the med bay save for her assistant on chief scientist, Melowsh. Vegeta didn't want the skorkijin near her, but he had to make certain that she was being properly monitored while she healed. She had been on the brink of death when they arrived on Osiria.
He walked over to the tank in the opposite side of the room, the tank that held their son. He was already powerful and he was yet completely formed. The child's ki rose and lowered as his father approached the tank. He felt the same fluctuation when they rushed Bulma into the room. He recognized her.
Bulma dreamt of the oncoming blast that tore through her body. She screamed out in agony. She shot up in her bed drenched in sweat. Soon after her jolt to reality, she felt a warm embrace against her back. She didn't have to look behind her to know who held her. She leaned backward into his warm arms. "Is he dead?" Her tone was soft, but hollow.
"Yes." He admitted flatly and his arms coiled tighter around her protectively. He knew what she must have been dreaming. He had similar nightmares that featured the same villain only he was on the outside watching it happen powerlessly. He saw her dreams as a silent and unseen witness.
"Our child?" She turned her head slightly and looked as him from the corner of her eye.
"He's healthy and grows stronger daily." He spoke softly into her hair as he moved aside the powder blue strands to kiss the back of her neck.
Knowingly or not his actions calmed her worn nerves and her tensed muscles relaxed. His lips caressed her shoulder and he darted his tongue against the scarred mark he'd left there. He drug the moist appendage across the raised flesh slowly causing shivers to jump across her heated skin. She moaned softly as she titled her head backwards against his shoulder as he nipped and sucked on the mark. Bulma had forgotten the fears of her nightmare and was enveloped in the rapture he was bringing her.
Vegeta ground his growing need against her buttocks and she gripped his thighs in response lightly raking her nails across them. His hands reached for her firm breasts and squeezed them lightly kneading them. Bulma's hands covered his and she directed one down to the moistened thatch of curls between her thighs coaching him to tease her bud. Her hand atop his that covered her breast she aided him by pressing against the back of his. She laced her fingers through his and held them firmly against her chest. She lifted her hips and reached with the other hand and pulled his swollen shaft against her cleft as she slid down on top of his lap.
She smirked as she heard his sharp intake of breath against her back as she took him into her. She tensed her inner muscles voluntarily. In response she received a shutter from his body that echoed through hers. She bounced on his lap slowly and with each she caused a pull on his cock. She rolled and ground her hips against him. At her torturous movements he loosed a deep throated moan. He clinched his teeth at his mouth's traitorous act. He had tried his best to stifle the groans of pleasure that she brought, but his effort was in vain.
Vegeta stood on his knees putting her on all fours without breaking there contact. He gripped her hips and thrust into her with smooth and even strokes issuing her the torment that she enacted on him. Her moans came as frequently as his strokes and her reveled in it.
He felt her walls begin to constrict involuntarily and he quickened his pace. She was there on the brink and he was closing in on her fast. Her hands fisted in the sheets as she entered her climax with such a magnificent force. Vegeta grunted as he vaulted in and out of her. His abdominal muscle clinched and his groin tensed as he flooded her with his hot sticky seed.
Bulma rested on her forearms panting heavily. Her arms had long since given out from under her from the intensity of her orgasm. Vegeta kept her bottom aloft as he supported her hips his hands. How he was able to remain up after such and expenditure of energy was a mystery to her. She really didn't care at the moment to delve any deeper into any theories and just chocked it up to being a saiyan quality. She was too sated at the moment to even move let alone think. Her mind was drunk from ecstasy.
Bulma stirred underneath him minutes later after a short recuperation and he had yet to pull out his still erect member. He wanted her again and was judging from her actions if he should take her a second time. She turned her head and smiled at him. Her want shone brightly in her eyes and that was more than enough answer for the saiyan prince
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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, and Ideologically Sensitive.
A/N: -thought- "speech" (mental speech)
Bulma floated peacefully in the healing chamber. Vegeta refused to leave her side and became violent towards anyone who ventured into the med bay save for her assistant on chief scientist, Melowsh. Vegeta didn't want the skorkijin near her, but he had to make certain that she was being properly monitored while she healed. She had been on the brink of death when they arrived on Osiria.
He walked over to the tank in the opposite side of the room, the tank that held their son. He was already powerful and he was yet completely formed. The child's ki rose and lowered as his father approached the tank. He felt the same fluctuation when they rushed Bulma into the room. He recognized her.
Bulma dreamt of the oncoming blast that tore through her body. She screamed out in agony. She shot up in her bed drenched in sweat. Soon after her jolt to reality, she felt a warm embrace against her back. She didn't have to look behind her to know who held her. She leaned backward into his warm arms. "Is he dead?" Her tone was soft, but hollow.
"Yes." He admitted flatly and his arms coiled tighter around her protectively. He knew what she must have been dreaming. He had similar nightmares that featured the same villain only he was on the outside watching it happen powerlessly. He saw her dreams as a silent and unseen witness.
"Our child?" She turned her head slightly and looked as him from the corner of her eye.
"He's healthy and grows stronger daily." He spoke softly into her hair as he moved aside the powder blue strands to kiss the back of her neck.
Knowingly or not his actions calmed her worn nerves and her tensed muscles relaxed. His lips caressed her shoulder and he darted his tongue against the scarred mark he'd left there. He drug the moist appendage across the raised flesh slowly causing shivers to jump across her heated skin. She moaned softly as she titled her head backwards against his shoulder as he nipped and sucked on the mark. Bulma had forgotten the fears of her nightmare and was enveloped in the rapture he was bringing her.
Vegeta ground his growing need against her buttocks and she gripped his thighs in response lightly raking her nails across them. His hands reached for her firm breasts and squeezed them lightly kneading them. Bulma's hands covered his and she directed one down to the moistened thatch of curls between her thighs coaching him to tease her bud. Her hand atop his that covered her breast she aided him by pressing against the back of his. She laced her fingers through his and held them firmly against her chest. She lifted her hips and reached with the other hand and pulled his swollen shaft against her cleft as she slid down on top of his lap.
She smirked as she heard his sharp intake of breath against her back as she took him into her. She tensed her inner muscles voluntarily. In response she received a shutter from his body that echoed through hers. She bounced on his lap slowly and with each she caused a pull on his cock. She rolled and ground her hips against him. At her torturous movements he loosed a deep throated moan. He clinched his teeth at his mouth's traitorous act. He had tried his best to stifle the groans of pleasure that she brought, but his effort was in vain.
Vegeta stood on his knees putting her on all fours without breaking there contact. He gripped her hips and thrust into her with smooth and even strokes issuing her the torment that she enacted on him. Her moans came as frequently as his strokes and her reveled in it.
He felt her walls begin to constrict involuntarily and he quickened his pace. She was there on the brink and he was closing in on her fast. Her hands fisted in the sheets as she entered her climax with such a magnificent force. Vegeta grunted as he vaulted in and out of her. His abdominal muscle clinched and his groin tensed as he flooded her with his hot sticky seed.
Bulma rested on her forearms panting heavily. Her arms had long since given out from under her from the intensity of her orgasm. Vegeta kept her bottom aloft as he supported her hips his hands. How he was able to remain up after such and expenditure of energy was a mystery to her. She really didn't care at the moment to delve any deeper into any theories and just chocked it up to being a saiyan quality. She was too sated at the moment to even move let alone think. Her mind was drunk from ecstasy.
Bulma stirred underneath him minutes later after a short recuperation and he had yet to pull out his still erect member. He wanted her again and was judging from her actions if he should take her a second time. She turned her head and smiled at him. Her want shone brightly in her eyes and that was more than enough answer for the saiyan prince
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