Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Chocolate Ice Cream ❯ Self Help ( Chapter 6 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: SaiyanTrombone 
Both Vegeta and Bulma encounter some... problems... after his hasty retreat.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.26.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 993 | Visits: 767 | Status: Work In Progress
Both Vegeta and Bulma encounter some... problems... after his hasty retreat.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.26.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 993 | Visits: 767 | Status: Work In Progress
Bulma sat there on her bed in a daze. One second, Vegeta had been about to drive her over the edge into a frenzy of orgasmic ecstasy, and the next, he was staring at her as if she was the rotting carcass of his mother. She winced. //Okay, never think of THAT image again...// Then he'd gotten up, muttered "I'm sorry", and walked out the door, leaving her hanging. //Vegeta saying he's sorry! What the hell is going on here?! I'm so confused...// She cradled her head in her hands, tears slowly forming in her eyes. //What did I do wrong,// she asked herself. "What did I do?!" Sobs began to wrack her body as tears flowed freely from her eyes.
Vegeta stood naked in the hallway, his back against the closed door of his own room. For a few moments, she had been silent, but then he heard her questioning herself. And she began to cry. He couldn't stand the sound, so he ran stealthily downstairs to the laundry room. In the back of his mind, he knew the house was empty, but for some reason, he felt the need to keep himself unseen. He found a pair of his training shorts, pulling them on quickly. He winced as his still erect member was pushed tightly against his lower abs. Growling softly at himself, he left the laundry room and ascended the staircase, entering the bathroom nearest his room. It was time for a cold shower.
Bulma sniffed, trying to wipe her face clean. She tried to tell herself that it was nothing she had done, that something was obviously wrong with Vegeta. But somewhere in the back of her head, she felt as if she was the reason for what had happened just a few short minutes ago. She closed her eyes, remembering how she had been woken up with a shiver. "Vegeta," she whimpered, "Why did you leave me like this?" Her hands traveled up her stomach to her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples gently between her thumbs and forefingers. "Ahh..."
Vegeta turned on the water as cold as he thought he could stand it, pulling off his training shorts with a soft grunt as he freed himself. Stepping under the spray, he shuddered as the frigid water sucked the breath from his lungs. The water ran over his chest and down his body, disappointing him after a few moments that it did nothing to reduce his current aroused state. He waited a little longer, but for some reason it just WOULDN'T go away... He cursed himself in Saiyan, turning the water back to a bearable temperature and growling softly. Scrunching his eyes shut, he reached down, grasping himself firmly...
Bulma arched her back, tugging at her nipples. She whimpered, letting one hand trail slowly down to her entrance, stroking herself gently. Her eyes closed tighter as she slid two fingers slowly into herself, scissoring them. Her breathing quickened with her pace, her hips bucking gently as she pulled her fingers in and out of herself. She bit her lip to keep herself quiet.
He began stroking himself quickly, bracing himself against the wall of the shower with his free hand. It took almost no time at all to get himself near his climax again. He cursed himself for giving in and bedding the woman in his room. He cursed himself for marking her. He cursed his weakness for having to do... this... His head fell forward as he pumped himself faster, his breath coming in harsh pants. //Almost there...//
//Almost there...// Bulma pumped her fingers into herself faster, pressing at that spot within her that drove her crazy. She felt the liquid ecstacy pool around her abdomen and she sucked in a breath, giving herself the last final push over the edge and into the void. She cried out softly, arching her back up off the bed as she convulsed violently.
Vegeta's hand moved frantically over himself now, and his face contorted in pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. His hips pushed forward towards his hand, and then he was falling, his head was spinning so fast he felt as if he'd perhaps left his body for a moment. With a choked cry, he spilled himself against the wall of the shower, sinking to his knees shakily as he panted, trying to regain his senses.
As she came back to herself, a single tear fell from Bulma's eye. She felt so empty and dirty after what she had just done. And angry at Vegeta for leaving. For making her feel the way she did. She was overcome with a sudden need to be out of that room... His room... So she wrapped the sheet around herself, not bothering to gather her torn clothing, and retreated to her own quarters.
Vegeta knelt on the floor of the shower, catching his breath. He knew what would start happening now that he had marked the woman. He would start needing her. Marking was the first step of the ancient Saiyan mating ritual, and if he remembered correctly, if one participant marked the other and the mark was not returned, the one who had left their mark on the other would start craving them. Eventually it would be the only thing they think about. If the mark was not returned, they would eventually slip into madness, and most likely destroy themselves, and the one they had left their mark on. He growled softly. He would not let himself fall victim to that. He was too strong. He resolved to throw himself into his training. That was the only way he could think of to overcome this. Standing shakily, he began to cleanse himself. He would begin immediately...
A/N: That was probably the toughest thing I've ever had to write. Lemons come pretty naturally, but that was a different animal altogether. Anyways, tell me what you think! More to come soon...
Vegeta stood naked in the hallway, his back against the closed door of his own room. For a few moments, she had been silent, but then he heard her questioning herself. And she began to cry. He couldn't stand the sound, so he ran stealthily downstairs to the laundry room. In the back of his mind, he knew the house was empty, but for some reason, he felt the need to keep himself unseen. He found a pair of his training shorts, pulling them on quickly. He winced as his still erect member was pushed tightly against his lower abs. Growling softly at himself, he left the laundry room and ascended the staircase, entering the bathroom nearest his room. It was time for a cold shower.
Bulma sniffed, trying to wipe her face clean. She tried to tell herself that it was nothing she had done, that something was obviously wrong with Vegeta. But somewhere in the back of her head, she felt as if she was the reason for what had happened just a few short minutes ago. She closed her eyes, remembering how she had been woken up with a shiver. "Vegeta," she whimpered, "Why did you leave me like this?" Her hands traveled up her stomach to her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples gently between her thumbs and forefingers. "Ahh..."
Vegeta turned on the water as cold as he thought he could stand it, pulling off his training shorts with a soft grunt as he freed himself. Stepping under the spray, he shuddered as the frigid water sucked the breath from his lungs. The water ran over his chest and down his body, disappointing him after a few moments that it did nothing to reduce his current aroused state. He waited a little longer, but for some reason it just WOULDN'T go away... He cursed himself in Saiyan, turning the water back to a bearable temperature and growling softly. Scrunching his eyes shut, he reached down, grasping himself firmly...
Bulma arched her back, tugging at her nipples. She whimpered, letting one hand trail slowly down to her entrance, stroking herself gently. Her eyes closed tighter as she slid two fingers slowly into herself, scissoring them. Her breathing quickened with her pace, her hips bucking gently as she pulled her fingers in and out of herself. She bit her lip to keep herself quiet.
He began stroking himself quickly, bracing himself against the wall of the shower with his free hand. It took almost no time at all to get himself near his climax again. He cursed himself for giving in and bedding the woman in his room. He cursed himself for marking her. He cursed his weakness for having to do... this... His head fell forward as he pumped himself faster, his breath coming in harsh pants. //Almost there...//
//Almost there...// Bulma pumped her fingers into herself faster, pressing at that spot within her that drove her crazy. She felt the liquid ecstacy pool around her abdomen and she sucked in a breath, giving herself the last final push over the edge and into the void. She cried out softly, arching her back up off the bed as she convulsed violently.
Vegeta's hand moved frantically over himself now, and his face contorted in pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. His hips pushed forward towards his hand, and then he was falling, his head was spinning so fast he felt as if he'd perhaps left his body for a moment. With a choked cry, he spilled himself against the wall of the shower, sinking to his knees shakily as he panted, trying to regain his senses.
As she came back to herself, a single tear fell from Bulma's eye. She felt so empty and dirty after what she had just done. And angry at Vegeta for leaving. For making her feel the way she did. She was overcome with a sudden need to be out of that room... His room... So she wrapped the sheet around herself, not bothering to gather her torn clothing, and retreated to her own quarters.
Vegeta knelt on the floor of the shower, catching his breath. He knew what would start happening now that he had marked the woman. He would start needing her. Marking was the first step of the ancient Saiyan mating ritual, and if he remembered correctly, if one participant marked the other and the mark was not returned, the one who had left their mark on the other would start craving them. Eventually it would be the only thing they think about. If the mark was not returned, they would eventually slip into madness, and most likely destroy themselves, and the one they had left their mark on. He growled softly. He would not let himself fall victim to that. He was too strong. He resolved to throw himself into his training. That was the only way he could think of to overcome this. Standing shakily, he began to cleanse himself. He would begin immediately...
A/N: That was probably the toughest thing I've ever had to write. Lemons come pretty naturally, but that was a different animal altogether. Anyways, tell me what you think! More to come soon...