Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bulma's Tears ❯ Bulma's Tears ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Bulma's Tears

Author: Hentai

Warnings: Very lemony!! Explicit hetro sex. Angst.

Rating: R

Disclaimer: I own nothing, have no money and it would be a waste of time to sue me. So there :p

Notes: This is another of my 3am fics. This was written while I was at the hospital waiting to do my rounds. Bulma has been screaming in my head for weeks to write this, so here it is Bulma-sahn ^_^ She also wants a happy ending, so I guess I will write that one first.

Summary: Bulma and Vegeta's love affair, will it continue when they find out about little Trunks?

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Bulma sank into the giant tub of warm water with a sigh. The water lapped at her skin gently, massaging some of the tension from her weary body. The events of the day laid heavily on her mind. She just wanted to forget the events of the last four months. Everything had seemed so great, until today, when it had all come crashing down around her ears. Pulling her knees to her chest and burying her face in her hands, she wept uncontrollably.

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Vegeta had been living at Capsule Corps for some time when it started. He had blown up the Gravity Chamber for probably the twentieth time and was angry about the interruption in his training. It was well after midnight, so he decided to get some food and rest. He grumbled to himself as he walked over the Capsule Corps grounds to the back of the main building where the living quarters were. As he walked down the long corridor to the elevator, he heard splashing and what Bulma had told him was called music coming from behind a set of sliding glass doors. He had never been in this particular room and for a moment genuine curiosity overtook him. He stopped in front of the doors scowling as he heard Bulma singing softly and splashing coming from within the depths of the room.

The glass of the doors was frosted, so he couldn't see inside. He quietly slid the door open and walked in, cursing himself for his curiosity, but the thought of Bulma's slim figure clad in one of those little tiny pieces of clothe she called a bikini urged him forward.

What he saw made him grin wickedly to himself. Bulma was in a giant swimming pool, candles were lit everywhere and music played from hidden speakers. She was floating in the water on her back, totally naked, eyes closed, touching herself in very intimate places. She was singing softly and rather breathlessly to herself, her words interrupted occasionally by soft moans.

As she reached one of the sides of the pool, she leaned up on one arm, her trim stomach pressed against the wall, her teeth sinking into the soft flesh of her upper arm as she continued her intimate ministrations.

Vegeta could feel the desire rising within his body. He wanted her. He wanted her more than he had when he'd first laid eyes on her. He squeezed his eyes shut, hands clutched into fists at his side as he tried to quell the desire.

"Hmm…Vegeta…"Bulma moaned.

Vegeta's eyes snapped open, his breath hitched in his throat. Had she seen him? No, she was deep within her fantasy. A soft blush had begun at her breasts, spreading beautifully to her face. <So she's fantasizing that her hands are mine is she?> He thought. All caution pushed aside, he hurriedly shrugged out of his clothing and levitated above the water, carefully immersing himself behind her. He leaned forward and as he replaced her hand with his, nibbled and sucked on her neck. She gasped and tried to turn. He gently squeezed her breast with his free hand and growled into her ear, "Is this what you wanted, woman?"

Bulma moaned at the timber in his voice as her hips began to respond to his gently aggressive fingers. She had been almost over the edge, but having her fantasy suddenly become real threw her through the roof. She let out a hoarse scream as she came around his fingers. Her body convulsed on his hand as he smiled and turned her towards him, his fingers never stopping their gentle work.

She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him hard and passionately. She didn't want to ruin this with words, so she said nothing, letting her body say everything for her. She wanted the Proud Prince of Saiyans to take her. She wanted to hear no words, only the sounds of their pleasure.

His hands began roaming her body, hers began their own exploration of his, starting at his face and moving to his thighs. Then she took his hard manhood in her hand as she raised herself up in the water, wrapping her thighs around his trim hips. She rubbed her sex against his, biting his neck, silently telling him what she wanted.

Growling low in his chest, the sound tickling her hard and sensitive nipples, he thrust almost savagely into her. Throwing her head back, Bulma let out a soft cry of wanton pleasure.

Vegeta was still a moment, her tight heat stealing his breath away with the sweetness of it. Then he began to move, slowly, deliberately `torturing' her as inaudible pleas escaped her lips. Her fingernails dug deeply into his shoulders causing him to groan with pleasure.

His hips began to thrust harder into her as he pushed her back against the side of the pool, the water splashing around them. Bulma leaned back against the wall, thrusting her hips forward, meeting his every move.

Vegeta took her breast into his mouth, biting on it gently, the contact of his teeth against her nipple causing her to scream and thrash about. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass, squeezing and kneading as he pulled her off and then back onto his erection. Bulma's hands entwined in his spikey black hair, pulling him closer to her.

With one more almost savage thrust, both bodies tightened with the ultimate relief. Bulma's scream of pleasure echoed through the room and out into the hallway. Vegeta growled as he released into her convulsing warmth, the muscles of her sex milking his seed from his body.

"Woman…" he growled into her neck as he nibbled his way to her lips. As he kissed her and started to move once again inside her, he didn't notice the solitary tear falling from her closed eyes.

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What ensued was a passionate four month affair. Vegeta would take her in the gardens, her room, the Gravity Chamber while she tried to repair it, anywhere and everywhere they could be alone. She had been a willing party to each encounter, but the more they were together, the more her feelings grew for him.

She had been attracted to him even on Namek, but her fright had been overwhelming. Then she had seen his courage and his own fears, and her heart had gone out to him, she wanted to take him in her arms and kiss away the furrows in his brow. She instinctively felt that the Proud Prince would never allow it, pushing them away as `petty human emotions'. So she emotionally and mentally backed off, delving instead in the physical pleasures he gave her.

Thinking back on it all, she wouldn't have changed any of it, except one thing.

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Bulma walked into the kitchen, ravenous with hunger. She felt like she hadn't eaten for days. She grabbed a banana on her way to program one of the domestic bots to cook breakfast. As she did so, she hummed between bites. She had not been feeling well lately, but today for some reason, she felt invigorated and ready to face the world. After she ate of course.

As she turned to the refrigerator, two strong arms snaked about her waist and bending her over slightly, pulled her ass against his already hard manhood. She gasped and dropped what was left of the banana on the floor as the heat ran like an electric current through her body. She moaned and placed her hands on his, leaning back to receive his lips to her neck. His teeth grazed lightly over her jugular, his tongue flicking out to lap at the pulse of her heart.

Bulma forgot everything except him and her together, now. Vegeta's hands began to roam over her flat abdomen, up to her full breasts. She moaned and pressing her ass against his groin, thrust her breasts into his hands. In his lust, he began to grope and pinch her nipples, biting at her neck as he did so.

Bulma suddenly cried out in pain, shrinking from his hands. He had not been rough, his usual amount of pressure was an incredible source of pleasure to her, but her breasts hurt. Vegeta gently kneaded them, still licking and biting at her neck. She whimpered again in pain and tried to turn away. Vegeta stopped his ministrations and looked at her, eyebrows arched.

"What's wrong woman? Don't you want to mate with me?" He growled at her.

"That's not it! My breasts are sore is all," Bulma replied as she crossed her arms gently over said breasts.

Vegeta for some reason felt the urge to be cruel to her, to raise her dander. She was even more radiant when she was angry. So he taunted her about being a weak female.

"Baka! Weak human females!"

"Baka?!" She screeched back, her anger rising. Vegeta looked at her with a half smirk on his face. His smirk turned to anger when her hand connected with his cheek violently. He raised his hand to hit her back when suddenly Bulma's small ki rose sharply, enveloping her in a white light. Her shoulder length blue hair faded to lavender, her face became more masculine. Vegeta blinked in surprise. As he opened his eyes, the vision was gone. Bulma turned on her heal after unleashing a tirade of Gods-know-what at him and stormed out of the kitchen, muttering under her breath. She was totally unaware of what just happened, Vegeta realized.

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Bulma had missed another period. Her cycle had never been very regular, but she never missed two in a row before. She left her room and went down to her lab. Once there, she took out a small silver injection gun and a small machine. She set the gun on reverse and set the tip against the inside of her elbow, drawing the blood with a hiss from the gun. After depositing the sample within the small machine, she began to pace, awaiting the results.

What would Vegeta do? Would he welcome a child? Would he stay on Earth and help to raise the demi-Saiya-jin? She knew that she could count on her parents and friends for support, but if she was pregnant… The thought trailed off as the machine beeped, signaling it was done.

"Congratulations!! You are expecting a boy!" The machine chirped at her.

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