Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bulma & Vegeta's Revelations ❯ Bulma's Revelation ( Chapter 2 )

This is a one-shot story, my version on how my favorite couple got together. I know this has been told a million times, but I can't help it! I love Vegeta and Bulma stories! ^-^ This is kind of a sequel to "Vegeta's Revelation", so this one is told differently coming from Bulma's POV. Please note: This story is alternate universe and the characters will be OOC! So please do not email me saying so! Because I already know it! Lemon Alert in this story also, so kiddies stay out!

Disclaimer: Dragonball Z and its characters are licensed by FUNimation INC and owned by Akria Toriyama.

Bulma's Revelation

By Gokusgirl

I don't know when this idea entered my head…but when it did I could not get rid of it.

Maybe it was when I broke up with Yamcha, for the millionth time. Or maybe it was when I would argue with the brute on a daily basis. But whenever it was, the thought struck me so intently that I thought I was really going insane.

When Vegeta came to live with us over a year ago, I thought he was a conceded, self-absorbed ogre. He was rude to my family, who feeds and gives him shelter, not to mention a training pod in the backyard for his training. He honestly thinks we owe that to him. He walks around the mansion with his princely nose stuck in the air, never speaking. He sits down at the dinner table and inhales the food like it was the last day on earth, and will excuse himself without thanking my mom for the meal. He is by far the crudest person on the planet…and I think he's unbelievably sexy.

I never looked at Vegeta as sexy until one afternoon I was out in the backyard fixing my bike. The damn chain always pops off, so I placed the bike upside down and attempted to put it back on. Vegeta suddenly exits from the training pod, only wearing those black spandex shorts and those white gloves that he's so fond of. I looked up at him when he strode across the yard, his towel thrown over his shoulder. As my attention went back to my bike, something deep inside me struck me. I slowly looked up at him again. He never noticed that I was gaping at him. I noticed for the first time that he was magnificent. He was covered in sweat, and the afternoon sun shined on his olive colored body like a god. His body looked like it was chiseled out of rock; every muscle bulging and toned. His butt nice and tight, and his brown tail wrapped firmly around his small waist. My heart started to race, and I gulped loudly. When he came closer towards me as he headed for the house, I quickly put my head back down, and pretended to work on the bike. He never said a word as he walked right past me and entered the house, and I let out a reliving sigh. I looked down at my hands to find that they were shaking. I laughed at myself for thinking so foolishly. I just figured that I was beginning to get desperate because Yamcha and I had broken up for four weeks now; and that any man was beginning to look appealing to me. But that couldn't be it; because I was still a virgin and I wouldn't know a sexual urge it walked right up to me a slapped across the face. Okay, he's sexy, but just get over it, I convinced myself and I got on my bike and rode off.

That evening as I lay in bed, I couldn't get Vegeta off my mind. I begin to wonder why he didn't have a girlfriend, and why he isolates him self so. My girlfriends had come over on several occasions and had saw Vegeta, and when they asked him out he either insulted or ignored them. Maybe he's gay…nah. That couldn't be it. I just think he's the type that's best off alone. But what a waste. I imagine he could please a woman all night. I began to visualize him touching me, kissing me…my hands travel across my body, imagining that it's his hands instead of mine. I slowly caress my breasts, and then my hands run across my belly down between my legs. Even though I am a still a virgin, I still knew how to explore my own body. And since it had been weeks since Yamcha and I last petted, I was really hot and bothered. My hand slowly slid into my panties and I began to gradually massage myself. My eyes drew shut as I envisioned the Saiyan Prince rubbing me there, slowly bringing me to a place I never been before. I increase my motions, and my hips begin to rock up against my hand. I feel my head beginning to spin as I feel a strange sensation approaching me to a point of intensity I did not understand. I instantly stop, and I let out a whimper of disappointment. I'm going to be a virgin till the day I die, I think to myself. I lay there totally numb with teasing myself when all of a sudden there's a loud knock on my door. I sit up quickly, covering myself as if someone had been watching. I grab my robe and answer the door to find Vegeta standing there. My jaw becomes unhinged seeing him stand there, one hand on his hip, looking all pissed.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Are you hurt?" He asked loudly.

"What?" I blinked in confusion.

"I heard some sounds coming from your room…I thought you may have hurt yourself woman." I froze in terror. I never knew I was making noises! I was surprised however that he showed any concern for me, and I shrugged.

"I guess I was dreaming, Vegeta." I said with a smile.

"Then dream at little quieter…I'm trying to sleep." He spat out as he walked away. Enraged, I slammed my door. He was sexy until he opened his mouth.

The next couple of days I steered away from monkey boy, due to my embarrassment of masturbating over him. But it didn't matter; I still daydreamed about him constantly. Around the fourth day of my horny obsessing, I totally forgot about him. I was so relieved! I felt cured forever from being even remotely attracted to Vegeta until Yamcha came over to visit one evening.

Even though we're broken up, we still wanted to remain friends. I guess we decided to put our relationship in a 'holding pattern' until he decided on what he wanted. Of course I knew what I wanted; marriage. And all things that follow that, meaning sex. But he like all men wanted his dessert before dinner. And I was quite adamant to the fact that I wasn't going to allow that to happen. So he comes over, and we sit down in the den to talk and catch up. It wasn't long before we were all over each other. I allowed it; I was still feeling a little tingly from spying on Vegeta, and I needed some relief.

As Yamcha kissed me, I wondered did all men kiss this…sloppy. He was the only man that ever kissed me, so I really had nothing to compare to. I lay back on the couch as he kissed my neck and unbuttoned my blouse, tugging at my bra. I suddenly began to feel…bored with the whole thing, and I rolled my eyes and sat up, leaving him dazed.

"Something wrong, babe?" Yamcha said in a ragged breath, dying to continue.

"I just don't feel like it, Yamcha." I said shaking my head. His eyes widened.

"Come on…you were getting so hot a minute ago, what's the matter?" He pleaded.

"I don't know." I said flatly. Yamcha kissed me again, this time I made no effort to kiss him back. Still trying, he snaked his hand up my skirt, and pulled back my panties, and began to rub me there. I jolted a bit; I really didn't want to do this. But his fingers began to do such wonderful things to me that I finally laid back on couch again. He exhaled with relief, pleased that I wanted to continue. He was very careful not to plunge his fingers too deep inside me, due to my barrier. I began to moan as the sensations stirred in me, and I felt myself moving under his hand. Almost instantly my memories of Vegeta flooded my mind again. It was all too real. I knew the hand that was pleasing me was Yamcha; but I so desperately wanted it to be Vegeta. I closed my eyes and began to thrash my head back and forward as I grabbed Yamcha's exploring hand by the wrist as I murmured…

"Don't stop, Vegeta…it feels so good!" Suddenly the incredible feelings stop, and I open my eyes and look at Yamcha with frustration. He is staring back at me, frowning.

"What did you say?" He said in a quiet, dangerous tone. I didn't understand what he was talking about, so I sat up and squinted my eyes at eyes at him.

"Why did you stop?" I said panting.

"Did you call me Vegeta just now?" Yamcha said in a much louder pitch. I was mortified. Did I call him Vegeta? I looked away from him for a moment, praying he didn't see the guilt on my face. Yamcha growled and stood up quickly. When I looked back at him, he was across the room, his back turned to me, fists clenched. I stood and walked over to him, and reached out to touch his arm, and he jerked away angrily.

"Yamcha…I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…I had no idea I said…" I really couldn't explain myself to him. He glared back at me.

"So that's why we broke up, huh? Because of him? How long has this been going on?" Yamcha roared.

"Keep it down! You'll wake the whole house!" I yelled back. "And there's nothing going on between me and Vegeta."

"So you just felt like calling his name while I was fingering you?"

"Yamcha," I said in repulsion at what he said. "I don't know why I said his name. I'm sorry." Yamcha shook his head in disgust at me and headed for the front door.

"Maybe its best we're not together," He said as he opened the door. "You've obviously made you're choice." With that, he walked out.

I felt so puzzled at his comment as I walked upstairs to my bedroom. What choice did I make? Have I unconsciously chosen Vegeta over him? After taking a shower (a cold one) and putting on my nightgown, I stood in front of my mirror, staring at myself. What was happening to me? Damn Vegeta! Because of him, it seems like my world has turned upside down. Pondering further, I suddenly realized that maybe it was more than an attraction thing with Vegeta. Maybe I needed to explore this situation a little further, and see if he notices me. I had nothing to loose, but my dignity since I lost the only man that I assumed loved me. "Tomorrow Veggie, we'll test the waters." I spoke out loud to myself.

The next day I put my plan in motion. I knew around noon everyday Vegeta left the training pod for lunch. So I conveniently placed a little roadblock in his path…me sun bathing on a beach towel. I wore the sexiest bikini outfit I had, the red one I got from Rio when I went on vacation last year. I lay on my back, sipping on some iced tea while smooth tunes played from my portable stereo. And I waited. And waited. And I waited…he wasn't his punctual self today. I sighed as I put on my sunshades. I sunk back onto the towel and relaxed, and drifted off for a few moments. After snoozing peacefully for a few minutes, I suddenly didn't feel the warmth of the sun anymore. I pulled myself up on my elbows and opened my eyes to find Vegeta standing right over me! I gasped. Just looking at him, with the sun behind him…shirtless and sweaty, was making me feel that sudden rush of heat I felt when I last saw him this way. I smiled and pulled my shades down so he could see my baby blues.

"You're blocking my sun, Monkey boy." I said in a sultry manner.

"What are you doing, baking yourself out here?" He questioned me.

"I'm just catching some rays…that's all." I said as I raised one leg up, gaining his attention. I watched as his eyes scanned my body for a moment, and I see them widen with interest. He quickly regains his composure and snorts at me, and begins to walk off. I quickly sit up and say:

"Vegeta, can you do me a favor before you go to lunch?" He turns around and looks at me agitated.

"What is it now woman?" He snapped.

"…Can you put some suntan lotion on my back? I can't seem to reach back there."

"Get your mother to do it." He said crudely as he turned around and began to walk off.

"Are you scared to do it?" I said, gaining his attention once again. He stopped in his tracks, his back still facing me. His fits are clenched now. "Are you afraid to…touch me?" I said that in a daring tone, and he immediately turns around and gives me this sinister glare. I should have known better than to dare a Saiyan.

"Woman, to look at your repulsive body is enough, but to dare me to touch you…?" He said walking back up to me, snatching the suntan lotion off the towel. "Turn over." He ordered gruffly. I giggled and quickly flipped on my stomach, and folded my arms up so I could lay my head down on them as I closed my eyes. I feel him getting closer to me, and I hear the thud of his knees as they hit the ground. Then there's nothing. I lift my head up and look at Vegeta, and he's just staring at my back.

"Um…when are going to put the lotion on?" I asked.

"What do want me to with that 'string' across your back?" He said, his tone sounding nervous and angry.

"Untie it, silly." I chortled. He grumbles a bit as I feel his hands nervously untie the bikini sting, and he lays each string aside, exposing my now naked back. I watch him pick up the suntan lotion again, and then he realizes that he still have on his gloves on, so he quickly yanks them off. He finally squeezes some lotion in the palms of hands, and I close my eyes, waiting for contact. Suddenly I feel his heavy, hot hands on me, and I choke back a moan. I expected his hands to be hard and calloused, since he was a warrior and all. But surprisingly, his hands are as soft and smooth as mine. He is rubbing my back fast and rough, like he wants to get it over and done with. But soon the motions become soft, and gentle as his hands are working in circular motions on my back. His thumbs rub deeply into spine, as his fingers spread out over my ribcage and shoulder blades. I could tell he likes what he's doing, because I can hear his breathing waver a bit and it only takes a second to put the lotion on, and he's been rubbing my back for minutes now. His hands slide down, and he begins to stroke the small of my back. This time, I cannot hold back a little sigh of pleasure when he does this…this is one of my erogenous zones. He hesitates for a moment, not sure to go on.

"Did I hurt you?" Vegeta says in a lowered deep tone that really sounded sexy.

"No…it feels wonderful." I managed to say. I can feel the heat of excitement rise in my cheeks, and I'm really wet. I keep my legs tightly closed so he wouldn't smell my growing arousal. And with his Saiyan nose, I'm bound he could smell anything five miles away.

"That's all I wanted to know." He said bluntly. I feel his hands leave my back, and my eyes snap open to see him walking across the yard and into the house. Holding the bikini top in front of me I sit up. Now who was doing the seducing here…him or me?

The next couple of days I brainstormed about possible ways to get Vegeta to notice me. He was like a rock, unmovable to any emotion but anger. I start to think back to the day when I put him up to a dare…and the wheels begin to turn in my little twisted mind. Tonight, I will have the Prince of all Saiyans on his knees.

It was a normal night as usual in the household, my parents went to bed around 9 PM, and the house was quiet. I sat in the den, peering out the window waiting for Vegeta to emerge from the training pod. Around 10:30 PM, I was dosing off on the couch when I heard the doors to the training pod hiss open, and I sat up and watched Vegeta walk out. I quickly jumped up, straightened my self and pretended like I was watching television before he walked in. I heard the kitchen door open and close, and then the refrigerator door open as he raids it. After a few minutes, he walks into the den, carrying a plate with his dinner Mom saved for him. He stopped at the threshold when he saw me sitting there; I think he thought about turning around and eating in the kitchen. He grunted and walked on in, and sat down beside me. The couch was small, so when he sat down his leg brushed against mine, causing me to have shivers run and down my spine. He said nothing as he ate and watched TV.

"How was your training today?" I asked, not knowing what else to say.

"Like you really care about my training," Vegeta sneered, not even looking at me. "Shouldn't you be in bed by now? This is my private time, woman."

"Well, I stayed up because I wanted to know if you wanted to play this game with me tonight."

"Games are for children and I'm not doing anything with you."

I stood and blocked the television, arms akimbo. He finally looked at me with an irritable look on his face. "I can understand if you're too chicken to play." I taunted with a slight laugh.

"If I play your ridiculous game, will you leave me alone?" He shouted. "I can't seem to get a moments peace with you around lately."

"Yes," I said as I sat back down beside him. "The name of the game is Truth or Dare."

"What do I have to do?" He said tiredly as if he was fed up with the game already.

"Well, I'll start first, and I can ask you a question that you have to tell the truth about or I can dare you to do something. And if you complete the dare or tell the truth, it'll be your turn. Okay?" He nodded and set his plate on the coffee table. I felt my stomach do a flip; I was so pleased that my plan was going so well so far. "Okay…truth. How old are you?" I decided to start off with something clean. He rolled his eyes.

"I'm about 32 earth years old." Vegeta answered.

"Wow. Okay, it's your turn." I said smiling. Vegeta sat there for a moment, pondering on what to say. A smile formed on his lips as he looked at me.

"Dare." My heart skipped a beat when he said it. "Stand on your head." My expression dropped. I didn't expect him to ask me to do something so…childish. Then I realized I had on a skirt, and this task would present a great opportunity. I stood, and walked over to the wall in the den. Balancing myself on hands, I flipped my legs up in the air, making sure that the wall was holding me up. As soon as my legs hit the wall, my skirt slid down and the hem was touching my chin. I watched the expression on his face when he saw the skirt reveal my long sexy thighs, not to mention my red lacey panties. The room was so quiet that I heard him gulp. He quickly regained his composure, and he began to frown.

"Okay, it's my turn." I said as my feet touched the floor again. I stood and walked back over to the couch, not sitting down. "Alright…dare. I dare you to…take off your shirt." His ever-present scowl curled up to an evil grin as he stood, and with his eyes still on me, he pulled his tee shirt over his head. His muscles rippled as he raised his arms in air; and once the shirt was off and thrown to the side, he stood there, still gazing at me. My eyes roamed over his completely hairless chest, and he flexed one of his chest muscles, which made me realize I was staring. I looked up at him, and let out a little giggle. I start to think that he's beginning to see where this little game is going.

So the game continued, and it was more dares than truth. We dared each other to take off our shirts, his pants, my skirt, his gloves, socks, shoes…whatever was covering our bodies. Soon we were standing in front of each other in just our underclothes. Vegeta's eyes were glimmering with interest, and I occasionally saw him lick his lips like I was some treat he could eat. I had to admit, I was pretty impressed with his body…especially the growing bulge in the front of his briefs. And not a single hair on his body! I needed his secrets on that. So finally Vegeta dared me to take off my panties. I grinned as I started to walk up to the Saiyan Prince, with my hands on either side of my hips. I stopped about a foot in front of him as I hooked my thumbs under the elastic band of the panties and began to pull then down slowly. I could see the eagerness in his eyes as I turned gradually around, letting him view my backside, which were thongs. I wiggled my hips a little as they began to slide down my sides as I faced him again, and the look on his face was urgent.

"Hurry up, woman." He muttered with his arms folded at his chest, his voice sounding more like he was pleading than demanding me. The undergarment finally rolled past my hips and they fell down around my ankles to the floor. I stepped out of them carefully and picked them up, tossing them aside. I watched as his eyes zeroed in on the unseen portions of my body, noting the curly turquoise hairs. I heard him let out a deep sigh of satisfaction as his arms unfolded.

"Now it's my turn," I said anxiously with a grin. "Dare…take off your underwear." I was waiting for this moment. I had never seen a man's sex before; I only felt it through Yamcha's pants as we made out. I was too scared to look at it. My heart was beating wildly as he began to remove the briefs, and he did it with one mighty yank. His manhood sprang out, and it stood up in full attention. I gasped at its sight; it was colossal. It was darker than the rest of his body, and it had veins protruding all over it. The head was mushroom shaped, and its color was a reddish hue. And another noticeable thing was it was as hairless as the rest of his body! "Wow." I intoned out loud.

"I've had enough of this game," Vegeta said as he stalked towards me. "I think I have something better in mind." Before I could get a syllable out, he grabbed me, pulled him close to him and kissed me deeply. I started to protest at first, but then I realized that his kiss was making my knees weak with excitement! It was nothing like Yamcha's kisses, like being lapped in the face by a dog. Vegeta kissed me with passion, and intensity…it was almost animalistic. He was growling, for what reason, I did not know. I began kissing him back, trying to keep up with his tongue darting in and out of my mouth. His tail wrapped around my calf and ran up my thigh, squeezing it tightly.

His hands floated down my sides, and he grabbed my hips with authority, earning a well-deserved yelp from me. He chuckles as he continues to invade my mouth, which I am enjoying thoroughly. His hands leave my hips, wander up the back of my shoulders, and then glide around to the front. His hands are now on my bra, the only thing I have left on. One hand slides to the middle of the material between my breasts, and with one jerk, the bra rips off of me. The bra falls off my body, finally revealing to him my soft, firm globes. I don't know why, but when he did that, I got extremely excited. He stopped kissing me to look down at my breasts, and both of his hands are on them, squeezing them lightly. My mind is reeling…Yamcha had never taken the time out to admire my body this much. It was intoxicating. Vegeta drew his hot lips to my left breast, and began to suck it like he hadn't eaten for days. The sensations were running through me like electricity; and I grabbed his head, twisting my fingers in his incredibly soft black hair. When he left my left breast to taste the other, the nipple was red and standing on end. The cold air made it ache for his mouth again. He ran his tongue around the nipple of my right breast, before plunging into it deeply. I closed my eyes and craned my neck back, finding myself lost in paradise. I suddenly feel his free hand sliding between my legs, and I come back to reality and try to snap them shut, but he pries them apart. He looks up at me, a haze of lust in his eyes.

"You really don't want to do that, do you nymph?" He said in a whisper. "I can smell that you want me…just like the other day in the backyard." I was mortified that he could tell I was getting all wet, all over him, especially the other day when he put the suntan lotion on me. Damn his Saiyan nose! I couldn't speak as his eyes stayed transfixed on mine as I felt his hand slide down between my thighs again, and probe the outer folds of my womanhood. One of his fingers his dove in, finding and rubbing my clitoris with a fury. I started to shudder, and I felt my legs give. He wrapped his other free arm around me, holding me up as he continued. As quickly as he started, he stopped, and I let out a little whimper, pleading him to go on. He raised his hand up to show me his finger, which was now covered with my juices. I watched as he took that digit and slowly placed it in his mouth, licking it clean. I lowered my head in awkwardness; and he caresses my face, lifting it back up to meet his intense gaze.

"There's no need to be embarrassed about that," Vegeta said quietly. "When this night is over, you'll think very differently about your body…and me." He could see the consent in my eyes, and he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, carrying me upstairs. "We can't do this here…your parents are bound to wake up and find us." He said as he playfully smacked me on my rear. Upon ascending the stairs, I looked back to see all our clothes throw about the den, and I silently giggled to myself when my I thought of what my mother would say when she found them in the morning.

In no time we were in his room, and he quickly entered and kicked the door shut with his foot. He walked over to the bed, carefully laid me across it, and he crawled in right over me. We began kissing again, and it was a lot different than before. My arms snake around his thick neck, holding him closer my petite frame. His skin against mine feels so alluring; his body is hard, and searing. My kisses fall all over his cheeks, jaw line, and his prominent widow's peak. He begins to kiss my neck, and the kisses there almost feel like he's giving me a hickey. He looks back up at me, with a look of exigency in his eyes.

"If we do this…it means forever. You and I." He breathes. I nod uneasily, not really sure what he means, but Kami, I want him so much. I wanted him to give me something that I've longed and waited for so long…he was the only man that could quench my fire. He returns to kissing my neck, and suddenly it feels like he's biting me! I hold on tight to him, trying to convince myself that whatever he's doing he not killing me. He stays there for a while, lapping and sucking on my neck before he comes up for air. My neck is throbbing with pain. I smile at him nervously as he begins to leave kisses on my breasts, stomach, navel, and thighs. I exhaled sharply as his kisses grew closer to my womanhood. He looked up at me for second giving me that trademark smirk before diving in. I have never felt anything so wonderful in all my life! My legs instinctively wrap around his shoulders as his hand spreads my folds apart so he can taste me better. His mouth feels so hot as it encloses around me, and his tongue is darting all over my clit. I am moaning and shouting out his name loudly, and the liquid heat between my legs is flowing. I tell him not to stop…I am beginning to experience that feeling, that intensity I felt when I touched myself…I always stopped, being too afraid of what may happen. I want it to happen now; it is building up so fast that he wouldn't stop if I told him to. He begins to emit a low growling noise from his throat, which vibrates against me. Suddenly I feel this sensation exploding inside me; my hips are moving up against his face with desperation…my body shakes violently as the sensation runs from my toes to the top of my head, and all they way to the center of my soul. I finally regain my breathing again as he stops and looks up at me, licking his lips. I couldn't believe that Vegeta has given me my first orgasm. Even after it's over I still feel the after effects from it piercing through my body.

"You taste very good woman," Vegeta said as he continued to touch me down there, his fingers dipping inside me. I suddenly realize what he's doing, and I look up at him with panic as his fingers delve deeper into me, and then he stops. I look at his face, and he looking back at me with a surprised look. "You are untouched?" He asked quietly. I hesitantly nod, with a sweeping feeling of embarrassment. He lets out a sigh, and crawls back up on the bed. I sit up, and I feel dizzy. He sits there for a moment, his back to me, as if he's in deep thought. I remain quiet, and I curl my legs up under me. He finally turns and looks back at me, breaking the silence.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asks. "We can stop if you want." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The Prince of Saiyans…showing concern for my virginity? Suddenly my feelings of lust and hunger for Vegeta turn to deep admiration. I crawl over to him, and I drape my arms around his muscular torso.

"I'm sure you thought Yamcha and I…" I started and then trailed off. "But I don't want to stop. I want you to be my first…and my only." He seems a bit moved by what I said, but he also seems a little hesitant in continuing. I had to encourage him somehow, to get his mind back to making love to me before I had second thoughts about it. My hands slide down his torso, and run across his abdomen. He feels so good…like warm velvet over steel. I inhale his scent, a musky male aroma. It's not offending; it makes him all the more desirable. I take a deep breath as my hand travel down further, and it finds the warmness of his manhood. I am so nervous as I grasp it; and I get a shuddering response from him. Holding it in my hand, I feel a tremendous amount of power emitting from it. It throbs and it has a velocity all on its own. Grasping it tighter, I begin to work my hand over it slowly, and I see his eyes fall closed. He lets out a small sigh, and I feel his body relax with each caress. It seems to grow in my hand, and it gets hotter, and more rigid. I begin to see small drops of fluid appear at the head of it, and upon touching it, it feels sticky and warm.

"Are you sure you haven't done this before?" Vegeta manages to say as I continue to stroke him. I snicker a little as I kiss his ear. He places his hands on mine, making me stop. He looks at me again, and the message on his face was unreadable. We fall back on the bed again, and he's on top of me. I open my legs to him, and he slides down between them, positioning him self against me. I feel so nervous that I am shaking. But I know I want this. I put my arms around his neck and bury my face into shoulder, preparing myself. He's breathing rather erratically as he begins to enter.

"It will hurt at first…and I won't stop, do you understand?" He says with tension in his voice. I nodded, not wanting to speak a word. He enters inside me until there is some resistance, and inhaling deeply with one stroke, he breaks my hymen and completely enters me. I jolt with the pain, and I cry out loudly. I cling tighter to him as he stops for a moment, giving me a second to get use to his size. As he continues, the pain is almost unbearable. I begin to think of myself, this is what I was waiting for all my life? This inexplicable pain? He feels hot inside me, and I could feel all his power radiating into me. I can feel my hot tears fall down my cheeks, and I feel compelled to tell him to stop. I feel his lips on my cheeks, and finally open my eyes to see him looking down at me tenderly. He raises his head up; his eyes are closed as he begins to grunt with each stroke. I start to feel this warm feeling in my belly, and the pain is now replaced with a sensation that was incredibly wonderful. My legs wrap tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper into me. I not aware of it but I am now moaning along with my new lover. He begins to move at a faster rhythm, and instinctively I try to meet his motions by moving my hips up against his. Soon we are both grinding together in a fashion that would set the whole house on fire, and my moaning soon turn into soft cries of pleasure.

Vegeta leans his head down on my shoulder, and begins to whisper in my ear on how good I felt, and what I was doing to him was going to make him come…I never thought anybody could sound so sexy as he did in my ear, saying those breathless words. I begin to feel something build inside me, and I stop moving my hips. I am still wrapped tight around him, and I feel that whatever was about to happen was going to kill me. He senses my nearing release, and speeds up even faster, working hard to bring me to my peak of ecstasy. And suddenly it hits me; the walls inside me contract hard around him, and I crane my neck back and let out a sob of joy as my real first orgasm washes over me, again and again. Just when I thought it was over, Vegeta continues to piston out of me, sending off into an abyss of bliss for the second time. He suddenly grabs my legs, and raises them up close to me as his moves become more urgent and wild as he still sheaths inside me. He begins to let out a low growling noise as I feel his whole body stiffen as I feel him spilling himself deep in me. His head drops, and a trickle of sweat that falls on me that have rolled off his nose. He lets my legs go, and falls to my side, but doesn't pull himself from out of me. His face is in down in the pillows, and he's breathing hard. I'm still feeling light headed from my own release, and I feel sleep taking over me. He finally pulls himself up, and faces me, his hands roaming over my body lightly, making me feel all tingly. His eyes are closed, and I almost swear it sounds as if he's purring, like a kitten who just drank a bowl of warm milk. His tail slithers around my waist, and pulls me even closer to him.

"I didn't hurt you too bad, did I?" Vegeta asks, his voice sounding hoarse.

"No…not too much. But it was worth it…it turned out to be fabulous." I answered as I snuggled closer to him, kissing his chest.

"Good," He said as his eyes opened, that trademark smirk spreading across his lips. "Because I'm not finished with you yet." He rolled back on top of me and began to thrust inside me again. I was totally surprised by this, but I held on tight and as my new lover ravished my body again.

*****

When I awoke, it was dark in the room, and the alarm clock reads 11 PM. It was that time when we were making love earlier…unless I've spent twenty-four hours in Vegeta's bedroom. I try to roll over, but he is right behind me, his breath tickling the back of my neck, and I 'm embraced in a possessive hold. I let out a sigh and sink back into the pillows. I start to ponder, what will come of us now? Will he treat me differently? I could recall a couple of times as we were in the throws of passion I told him I loved him, and he breathlessly admitted the same. But I knew that he would never admit it to me again.

And yet…I know he'd never deny me that love, either.

~Fin~