Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bend. I will not break. Part II ❯ Say my Title! ( Chapter 9 )
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Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Hentai / Romance / Sci-fi | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.14.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 169 | Status: Completed
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Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Hentai / Romance / Sci-fi | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.14.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 169 | Status: Completed
BEND. I WILL NOT BREAK. PART II,
CHAPTER 9 – Say my Title!
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)
Vegeta had positioned himself behind Bulma and he was pondering her sweet depth with his heated thrusts. Their bodies clashed into one another with the torrid movements of the love making. Sweat poured from their bodies and comingled where they were joined. Her moans had reached deafening levels and his grunts came with her tightening slick sheath and the action of his snapping hips.
Vegeta felt the telling signs of the stirring of her orgasm. In response his balls tightened and succulent warmth spread to his loins. He stopped. He would have her do as he asked. "Woman, do you want me to fulfill you?"
Bulma panted and nodded her head in silent affirmation. Her vaginal walls shuddered and quivered around his broad length that was submerged inside her. Her walls squeezed him in attempt to reach completion by teasing him. The sharp and pleasurable throb was unbearable and she desperately needed her desire quenched. "Say it and address me as your king."
"Please make me cum, Vegeta, my king."
Her words nearly had him undone and he felt the throb of his length and the orgasm accompanied tingle reach his tip and travel back down the underside of his shaft to his balls. He obliged her and pushed and pulled into her hot moist and silk lined womanhood. His thrusts came quicker now as he climbed the ladder to sexual ecstasy and fulfillment. She released a passionate moan of unrestrained delight. A few more strokes from his pumping hips and he followed her into bliss. He thrust one final time to reach deep inside of her shuddering body one last time to savor the ebbing waves of his intense climax. This caused Bulma to release a sharp pleasured gasp before he removed his sated cock from her slippery warm folds.
He lay on his back beside her and stared at the room's darkened ceiling. Once Bulma regain control over her body and her frantic breaths evened she crawled over to her man, her saiyan warrior, her mate and lay against his perspiration slick body. She snuggled into him intent on going to sleep as she was.
She felt the muscle beneath her shift as Vegeta looked down at her. "When are you going to announce me as your mate?"
"Hmm… Are you sure there's no way that I can convince you into being my concubine instead?" She prodded and sleepily replied.
"Wo-man!" He growled lowly in his chest.
"Awww, but you're so good at pleasuring me!" She feigned a whine.
"Announce me as your mate or you can resort to 'pleasuring' yourself!" He 'hmphed' and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Well if you won't take the position then I'll just have to find someone else to be my concubine." She teased playfully.
He rose from the bed and glared down at her with a sound warning in his eyes. "Let me assure you, Bulma, that I will kill anyone who seeks satisfaction from you. I would say that I would kill anyone who looked at you with hunger in their eyes, but then I would be the only male left on this ship. Make no mistake there will be no one else!"
"Oh, Vegeta, my dark prince, I was only trying to get a rise out of you. There will always only be you." To ease the tension she chose to cater to his ego. "You know that there cannot be anyone living or dead that could ever satisfy me like you can."
Vegeta's grave expression morphed into an ego satisfied smirk. "So, when are we to announce my succession as king, your majesty?" He lowered himself to one elbow as his gaze heated and with it carried an undertone of his intent.
"I don't know. That depends on you. Convince me." She said in playful sultry tones. As she traced her fingertips down her chest drawing his attention to her soft and rounded mounds.
"Set the date and I'll make to confident in your decision, my queen." He said in playful tones as he nibbled along her collarbone and trailed kissed up to her sensually sensitive neck. She quivered involuntarily at the effect that he was having on her and Vegeta knew that he had won.
"Alright, you win, my prince. How about when-" Her terms were cut short by a frantic banging on the suite doors.
"This had better be important or the offender will be vaporized on the spot!" Vegeta stood from the bed and wrapped the sheets around his waist loosely to hide his lower half and stormed towards the doors.
Bulma went to her nearby armoire and retrieved a robe to cover her nudity.
Vegeta opened the door and the messenger flew past him to be caught suddenly and slightly choked as Vegeta halted his further entry into the quarters. "Your majesty… News… Trunks… Osiria!" The messenger choked out between strangled breaths before becoming unconscious.
"Release him, Vegeta! Trunks? What about my son?!" She shrilled as she went into over protective mommy mode.
"I'm sure everything is-" He began with annoyance for the interruption still heavy in his voice.
"Fine! You think everything is fine! I guess we'll never know because you damned near killed the messenger!" Bulma shouted with no pun intended.
"We'll find out what is going on at once. Get dressed and then meet me in the comm.'s room." Vegeta said in his half naked state as he stalked out of the double doors to their chambers.
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CHAPTER 9 – Say my Title!
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)
Vegeta had positioned himself behind Bulma and he was pondering her sweet depth with his heated thrusts. Their bodies clashed into one another with the torrid movements of the love making. Sweat poured from their bodies and comingled where they were joined. Her moans had reached deafening levels and his grunts came with her tightening slick sheath and the action of his snapping hips.
Vegeta felt the telling signs of the stirring of her orgasm. In response his balls tightened and succulent warmth spread to his loins. He stopped. He would have her do as he asked. "Woman, do you want me to fulfill you?"
Bulma panted and nodded her head in silent affirmation. Her vaginal walls shuddered and quivered around his broad length that was submerged inside her. Her walls squeezed him in attempt to reach completion by teasing him. The sharp and pleasurable throb was unbearable and she desperately needed her desire quenched. "Say it and address me as your king."
"Please make me cum, Vegeta, my king."
Her words nearly had him undone and he felt the throb of his length and the orgasm accompanied tingle reach his tip and travel back down the underside of his shaft to his balls. He obliged her and pushed and pulled into her hot moist and silk lined womanhood. His thrusts came quicker now as he climbed the ladder to sexual ecstasy and fulfillment. She released a passionate moan of unrestrained delight. A few more strokes from his pumping hips and he followed her into bliss. He thrust one final time to reach deep inside of her shuddering body one last time to savor the ebbing waves of his intense climax. This caused Bulma to release a sharp pleasured gasp before he removed his sated cock from her slippery warm folds.
He lay on his back beside her and stared at the room's darkened ceiling. Once Bulma regain control over her body and her frantic breaths evened she crawled over to her man, her saiyan warrior, her mate and lay against his perspiration slick body. She snuggled into him intent on going to sleep as she was.
She felt the muscle beneath her shift as Vegeta looked down at her. "When are you going to announce me as your mate?"
"Hmm… Are you sure there's no way that I can convince you into being my concubine instead?" She prodded and sleepily replied.
"Wo-man!" He growled lowly in his chest.
"Awww, but you're so good at pleasuring me!" She feigned a whine.
"Announce me as your mate or you can resort to 'pleasuring' yourself!" He 'hmphed' and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Well if you won't take the position then I'll just have to find someone else to be my concubine." She teased playfully.
He rose from the bed and glared down at her with a sound warning in his eyes. "Let me assure you, Bulma, that I will kill anyone who seeks satisfaction from you. I would say that I would kill anyone who looked at you with hunger in their eyes, but then I would be the only male left on this ship. Make no mistake there will be no one else!"
"Oh, Vegeta, my dark prince, I was only trying to get a rise out of you. There will always only be you." To ease the tension she chose to cater to his ego. "You know that there cannot be anyone living or dead that could ever satisfy me like you can."
Vegeta's grave expression morphed into an ego satisfied smirk. "So, when are we to announce my succession as king, your majesty?" He lowered himself to one elbow as his gaze heated and with it carried an undertone of his intent.
"I don't know. That depends on you. Convince me." She said in playful sultry tones. As she traced her fingertips down her chest drawing his attention to her soft and rounded mounds.
"Set the date and I'll make to confident in your decision, my queen." He said in playful tones as he nibbled along her collarbone and trailed kissed up to her sensually sensitive neck. She quivered involuntarily at the effect that he was having on her and Vegeta knew that he had won.
"Alright, you win, my prince. How about when-" Her terms were cut short by a frantic banging on the suite doors.
"This had better be important or the offender will be vaporized on the spot!" Vegeta stood from the bed and wrapped the sheets around his waist loosely to hide his lower half and stormed towards the doors.
Bulma went to her nearby armoire and retrieved a robe to cover her nudity.
Vegeta opened the door and the messenger flew past him to be caught suddenly and slightly choked as Vegeta halted his further entry into the quarters. "Your majesty… News… Trunks… Osiria!" The messenger choked out between strangled breaths before becoming unconscious.
"Release him, Vegeta! Trunks? What about my son?!" She shrilled as she went into over protective mommy mode.
"I'm sure everything is-" He began with annoyance for the interruption still heavy in his voice.
"Fine! You think everything is fine! I guess we'll never know because you damned near killed the messenger!" Bulma shouted with no pun intended.
"We'll find out what is going on at once. Get dressed and then meet me in the comm.'s room." Vegeta said in his half naked state as he stalked out of the double doors to their chambers.
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