Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Closer ❯ Want and Need ( Chapter 26 )
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By: Vegeta-Sugar-Sweet 
Bulma continues the plan and manages to get something she has needed for a while
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.29.2011 | Updated On: 07.29.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 617 | Status: Work In Progress
Bulma continues the plan and manages to get something she has needed for a while
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.29.2011 | Updated On: 07.29.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 617 | Status: Work In Progress
Sorry gang, work, school, life--and i wanted this one to be something that you would enjoy on many levels.
Want and Need
Steam engulfed the shower while she slowly soaped up her worn body. Bulma hadn’t worked out to that degree without Ki in some time. Her muscles were sore but felt good after being in use. She let her mind wonder to the memory of being in his arms. Vegeta’s warm breath tickling her sensitive neck. His strong hand on her hip pulling her backwards, grinding her gently into his own aching need. She could swear he wanted to growl his intentions into her receptive ear, her memory allowing it to reverberate deep inside her even now.
Cool air crept up her backside followed by the click of the shower room door. Bulma was so lost in her thoughts she forgot that a very virile man shared the same chambers as she. Turning slowly, Bulma came face to face with the handsome and well proportioned Zarbon. He was standing close, his sea-green completion unhindered by any garments, his hair cascading over his shoulders as he gave her no personal space. She wanted to move away but was caught in his mesmerizing stare. Those amber eyes were like miniature sunsets romantically calling her into his arms.
“Please allow me to wash your back, love?” his words purred out, as he gently stroked her face with the back of his hand. Bulma’s head was so foggy with passion and desire that she didn’t notice herself giving consent with the nod of her head.
Quickly Zarbon’s hands shot to Bulma’s hips and turned her so that now her back was in his chest. The movement took her breath away, It was so dominant and forceful--she loved it. Zarbon was now armed with a loofah scrubbing small circles on Bulma’s back. All remaining tension began to drain from her body as he expertly went to work.
Zarbon smirked. He knew he was making progress but wanted to draw this out a bit. He dropped the loofah and grasped Bulma’s hips. He ground his thickness against her backside and moaned. Her backside seemed to perfectly grasp him, center him, and hold him. The warm soapy water was just what he needed for relief. Bulma was so incredibly turned on that she reached back, grabbed on to Zarbon’s toned thighs and squeezed. It had been so long since she had proper relief. She arched her back, feeling his thickness sliding along her backside. These months had been so long for her.
Zarbon skittered one of his hands from her hips down to her tender blue curls. Parting her limbs just a bit, he found, and began to rub Bulma’s sensitive nub. Her breath picked up immediately, as he rubbed in time with his thrusts on the skin of her backside. Bulma’s eyes rolled back in her head, she was in heaven. She needed to come so badly and Zarbon’s dexterous hand inched her closer and closer. She brought her hands back to her own body, tugging and teasing her nipples, bringing herself to the brink of absolute ecstasy. He began to pull back on her hip harder now to increase the pressure and heat between their slippery bodies. Zarbon’s thrusts became rough, erratic and almost brutal. He was surprised how he was so close to release... so very close.
“I’m going to come, Bulma” he growled through clenched teeth. She didn’t even hear him. She only felt his engorged member seem to double in thickness, and heat. She knew what was coming, and welcomed it, as she was already spasming; her own body exploding with a trembling show of fireworks. With her moan of release, Zarbon went over the edge. Reaching down he grasped it, and with a loud growl pumped his heavy load onto her back, his chest heaving. Bulma relaxed, slumping forward a bit before being caught by Zarbon’s arm. Gently, he washed her, then himself before exiting the shower. As they dried off, she avoided eye contact--already feeling immediately guilty. Zarbon didn’t push, instead he excused himself and dressed in the second bedroom. Bulma was so very confused and guilty over the rash actions she gave into. She tried to place her shame in the back of her head as she began to focus on getting ready to face Vegeta at dinner.
Grace stood elegantly next to her most prized asset, Prince Vegeta-- soon to be King of Vegeta-sei. Grace caressed the glittering strap of her show-stopping, nearly backless, royal blue dress. The neckline was slanted making an asymmetrical look. The bodice was more of a crisscrossing strap that left her creamy midsection exposed for every eye to see. The skirt was floor length yet slit high up both sides for elegant effect fit for her station.
A fake smile plastered upon her face, she greeted council members while internal wishing them all a slow and painful death. She didn’t want to be here, she wanted to be in bed with her mate working on the next heir to the throne. Grace grimaced slightly at her failed attempts to gain Vegeta’s attention since that blue haired harlot came back to the planet. Before, Vegeta could not get enough of her and now...now he holds her but not as close. He kisses her but those kisses lack passion. He professes his love as a reflex rather than with feeling.
‘This will not do at all’ Grace thought as she shook yet another hand. ‘I cannot allow this to continue, Vegeta is mine now.’ Just as she was thinking of ways she could regain her mate’s attentions when the bane of her existence entered the room.
Although she still felt guilty stemming from her earlier actions, Bulma had to admit she had the right to feel pretty tonight. For the first time in months, she was able to put on something that touched the part of her mind that still cared about being pretty and gaining attention--and boy did she get attention.
Entering the room upon the arm of Zarbon was already enough to cause a stir amongst the group, however her absolute classic beauty was what really got the crowd buzzing. Whispers abounded about the members. Bulma had her hair tied loosely behind her neck, allowing a strand or two to come down and fall where they may. Her dress was quite simple yet extraordinary. The dainty spaghetti straps of the champagne colored gown and straight-across neckline along with flared skirt that was sleek and elegant was a striking deviation from the revealing selection Grace made. She actually looked the part of a princess even without the title.
The council members were in awe of the entire situation. They had thought this girl dead, now he she stands as magnificent as ever on the arm of Frieza’s second in command. They were in awe and also a bit afraid. The members were all there when she displayed not only her brilliant mind but devastating power upon Grace. All of that in Frieza’s hands--apparently of her own free will--was dangerous to them all.
While the gawkers continued to ponder, Vegeta was caught in a spell. He was mesmerized by the female accompanying one of his most hated foes. Vegeta’s heart raced as he scanned Bulma’s body. She was toned, beautiful, brilliant , intriguing and....not his. Vegeta couldn’t shake the feeling that she should be his although he did not know why.
Leaving his loving wife, he stepped over to the couple to greet the fair maiden.
“Dr. Briefs,” he said taking her hand in his, “you attendance pleases me greatly this evening.” Vegeta’s eyes were looking into hers intensely as if they both knew a secret that hey would never share. Zarbon got annoyed and cleared his throat.
“Prince Vegeta, the pleasure is all OURS” Zarbon interjected, emphasizing the word “ours”. Bulma blushed a bit, knowing what he was referring to.
Vegeta’s cheek twitched slightly. ‘This slime is actually has the gall to mark her as his territory!’ His mind fumed. Deciding to cede this round, he backed away and joined his wife who was now seated at the dining table.
Bulma squeezed Zarbon’s arm. She narrowed her eyes and clinched her teeth. Leaning in close she said “Hey, what happened earlier...doesn’t mean we are together! It was a momentary lapse in judgement, got it?”
The fire in her eye set Zarbon’s soul on fire. Oh the passion she possessed! He just had a taste of it earlier but when he had her fully she would be one hell of a conquest.
“Of course, my dear” Zarbon conceded. “My mistake for implying otherwise. I offer my deepest apologies” he said and kissed her lightly on the cheek.
A distracted Vegeta caught this and was thoroughly put out that Zarbon’s lips even dared to touch Bulma’s fair skin. He almost couldn’t control himself as the pair walked arm in arm over to the table.
Grace was trying to maintain her poise but she was getting tired of this. On a whim she took Vegeta’s chin in her hand, turned his head, and kissed him most passionately. Vegeta was shocked at such a display in front of the council and guests but even more taken aback by the fact that her kiss tasted like ashes in his mouth. If felt wrong, dirty, deceitful...like he was cheating. He ended the kiss abruptly and nuzzled Grace’s ear affectionately. Grace flashed a smug grin in Bulma’s direction but that soon turned into an apologetic smile as Vegeta whispered very softly “Maintain decorum, my dear. No one in this room must have any reason to doubt my ability to lead my people. Cuckolding me undermines my position so let us keep the passion where it belongs, shall we?”
Grace closed her eyes to hold back her tears and nodded discretely. She pulled back and smiled and received one in return from Vegeta.
“Now, let us eat” he commanded. Servants appeared on cue and began placing delicious dishes in front of those who were seated. The smell in the room was divine and for a while made all problems disappear.
“So how goes your task for Lord Frieza?” asked Turles, one of the lower committee members. “Is there progress?”
Bulma flashed a quizzical look as she viewed the Saiyan across from her. She noticed he looked so much like Kakkarot--except in the eyes. Something was off about him, she could sense it--and she didn’t like it.
“My project is going quite well--uh I’m sorry what did you say your name was?”
“Turles, training advisor to the second and third classes.” He said that last bit with a frown--embarrassed of his low rank.
“Pleased to make your acquaintance. Lord Frieza shall be pleased, the training units are just as powerful as before and now able to accommodate other species’ strengths.”
Murmurs again erupted from the council men as they shook in their boots. They knew if she were allowed to continue, she would be the death of them all. Zarbon internally reveled in the discomfort of the government officials. ‘That’s right you bastards. Frieza’s boot is on your necks now. You will either obey or be obliterated’ he thought as he savored the moment.
Vegeta felt like snapping the table in half. Not only were is councilmen quivering like cubs in front of the this sick son of a bitch but he was smugly eating it up. He shot a look over to Turles who took the hint and began subtly kicked a few fellow Saiyans under the table to quiet them.
Tension hung over them all like a suffocatingly hot blanket bringing down everyone. To brighten some spirits Bulma interjected “umm Prince Vegeta thank you so very much for helping me with the re-calibration of your training unit. You saved me hours of work.” She smiled brightly at her true love earning a smirk in return.
“Surely I could not have been that helpful.”
Bulma shook her head slightly. “It is very rare indeed to have such a superior fighter and strategic tactician to lend a hand. To even think you were unhelpful would be paying you a harsh disservice.” Their eyes were locked and the room faded away. Vegeta was amazed at this creature’s ability to see through his tough exterior to his very core. It excited and frustrated him all at the same time. He had to know more about her and why this connection was so strong.
Grace began to get nervous. She had to direct this conversation over to something that would end this enchanted moment. “My Prince, since most of the council is here in attendance, would this not be the proper time to discuss your coronation?” she said.
All eye were on Vegeta but before he could speak--
“My lady would you do me the honor of dancing with me?”
Grace was stunned to turn around and see the Sayian that would dare interrupt her. Bardock stood tall and dignified in his regalia. It had been a while since he attended any formal function as grief had consumed his heart over the death of his beloved son.
“Well my lady?” he pleaded.
“Sounds like a reasonable request, Princess” Vegeta joined.
Grace wanted to say no but refusing such a gracious request from a respected member of the council would not go over well. “Of course” she answered. Bardock offered his hand and helped Grace to her feet, leading her to the dance floor.
Vegeta watched the pair with a mixture of relief and excitement. Shifting his gaze he said “It seems I am without a partner. Dr. Briefs, would you care to show me how it is done on your planet?” He rose and approached her and offered his hand. Vegeta’s look was smoldering. Bulma was nearly burning up alive as heat crept up her neck. Without a word, she placed her hand in his and squeezed just a bit. Vegeta smirked and helped Bulma to her feet. Together they joined the other dancing couples and it would be an unforgettable experience.
Bulma’s dress
Dainty spaghetti straps and a straight-across neckline set things off on a feminine note. The flared skirt is sleek and simple in the front; in back, striking pickups make for an exciting twist
http://www.newyorkdress.com/Precious_Formals/P44125.html
Grace’s Dress
The room will become abuzz with excitement when you stroll in wearing this luscious Precious Formals P10355sheath dress! Its glittering single shoulder strap and slanted neckline make for a pleasingly asymmetrical look. Criss-crossing, sparkling bands border bold sidecutouts. The floor-length skirts side slit boosts the
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Want and Need
Steam engulfed the shower while she slowly soaped up her worn body. Bulma hadn’t worked out to that degree without Ki in some time. Her muscles were sore but felt good after being in use. She let her mind wonder to the memory of being in his arms. Vegeta’s warm breath tickling her sensitive neck. His strong hand on her hip pulling her backwards, grinding her gently into his own aching need. She could swear he wanted to growl his intentions into her receptive ear, her memory allowing it to reverberate deep inside her even now.
Cool air crept up her backside followed by the click of the shower room door. Bulma was so lost in her thoughts she forgot that a very virile man shared the same chambers as she. Turning slowly, Bulma came face to face with the handsome and well proportioned Zarbon. He was standing close, his sea-green completion unhindered by any garments, his hair cascading over his shoulders as he gave her no personal space. She wanted to move away but was caught in his mesmerizing stare. Those amber eyes were like miniature sunsets romantically calling her into his arms.
“Please allow me to wash your back, love?” his words purred out, as he gently stroked her face with the back of his hand. Bulma’s head was so foggy with passion and desire that she didn’t notice herself giving consent with the nod of her head.
Quickly Zarbon’s hands shot to Bulma’s hips and turned her so that now her back was in his chest. The movement took her breath away, It was so dominant and forceful--she loved it. Zarbon was now armed with a loofah scrubbing small circles on Bulma’s back. All remaining tension began to drain from her body as he expertly went to work.
Zarbon smirked. He knew he was making progress but wanted to draw this out a bit. He dropped the loofah and grasped Bulma’s hips. He ground his thickness against her backside and moaned. Her backside seemed to perfectly grasp him, center him, and hold him. The warm soapy water was just what he needed for relief. Bulma was so incredibly turned on that she reached back, grabbed on to Zarbon’s toned thighs and squeezed. It had been so long since she had proper relief. She arched her back, feeling his thickness sliding along her backside. These months had been so long for her.
Zarbon skittered one of his hands from her hips down to her tender blue curls. Parting her limbs just a bit, he found, and began to rub Bulma’s sensitive nub. Her breath picked up immediately, as he rubbed in time with his thrusts on the skin of her backside. Bulma’s eyes rolled back in her head, she was in heaven. She needed to come so badly and Zarbon’s dexterous hand inched her closer and closer. She brought her hands back to her own body, tugging and teasing her nipples, bringing herself to the brink of absolute ecstasy. He began to pull back on her hip harder now to increase the pressure and heat between their slippery bodies. Zarbon’s thrusts became rough, erratic and almost brutal. He was surprised how he was so close to release... so very close.
“I’m going to come, Bulma” he growled through clenched teeth. She didn’t even hear him. She only felt his engorged member seem to double in thickness, and heat. She knew what was coming, and welcomed it, as she was already spasming; her own body exploding with a trembling show of fireworks. With her moan of release, Zarbon went over the edge. Reaching down he grasped it, and with a loud growl pumped his heavy load onto her back, his chest heaving. Bulma relaxed, slumping forward a bit before being caught by Zarbon’s arm. Gently, he washed her, then himself before exiting the shower. As they dried off, she avoided eye contact--already feeling immediately guilty. Zarbon didn’t push, instead he excused himself and dressed in the second bedroom. Bulma was so very confused and guilty over the rash actions she gave into. She tried to place her shame in the back of her head as she began to focus on getting ready to face Vegeta at dinner.
Grace stood elegantly next to her most prized asset, Prince Vegeta-- soon to be King of Vegeta-sei. Grace caressed the glittering strap of her show-stopping, nearly backless, royal blue dress. The neckline was slanted making an asymmetrical look. The bodice was more of a crisscrossing strap that left her creamy midsection exposed for every eye to see. The skirt was floor length yet slit high up both sides for elegant effect fit for her station.
A fake smile plastered upon her face, she greeted council members while internal wishing them all a slow and painful death. She didn’t want to be here, she wanted to be in bed with her mate working on the next heir to the throne. Grace grimaced slightly at her failed attempts to gain Vegeta’s attention since that blue haired harlot came back to the planet. Before, Vegeta could not get enough of her and now...now he holds her but not as close. He kisses her but those kisses lack passion. He professes his love as a reflex rather than with feeling.
‘This will not do at all’ Grace thought as she shook yet another hand. ‘I cannot allow this to continue, Vegeta is mine now.’ Just as she was thinking of ways she could regain her mate’s attentions when the bane of her existence entered the room.
Although she still felt guilty stemming from her earlier actions, Bulma had to admit she had the right to feel pretty tonight. For the first time in months, she was able to put on something that touched the part of her mind that still cared about being pretty and gaining attention--and boy did she get attention.
Entering the room upon the arm of Zarbon was already enough to cause a stir amongst the group, however her absolute classic beauty was what really got the crowd buzzing. Whispers abounded about the members. Bulma had her hair tied loosely behind her neck, allowing a strand or two to come down and fall where they may. Her dress was quite simple yet extraordinary. The dainty spaghetti straps of the champagne colored gown and straight-across neckline along with flared skirt that was sleek and elegant was a striking deviation from the revealing selection Grace made. She actually looked the part of a princess even without the title.
The council members were in awe of the entire situation. They had thought this girl dead, now he she stands as magnificent as ever on the arm of Frieza’s second in command. They were in awe and also a bit afraid. The members were all there when she displayed not only her brilliant mind but devastating power upon Grace. All of that in Frieza’s hands--apparently of her own free will--was dangerous to them all.
While the gawkers continued to ponder, Vegeta was caught in a spell. He was mesmerized by the female accompanying one of his most hated foes. Vegeta’s heart raced as he scanned Bulma’s body. She was toned, beautiful, brilliant , intriguing and....not his. Vegeta couldn’t shake the feeling that she should be his although he did not know why.
Leaving his loving wife, he stepped over to the couple to greet the fair maiden.
“Dr. Briefs,” he said taking her hand in his, “you attendance pleases me greatly this evening.” Vegeta’s eyes were looking into hers intensely as if they both knew a secret that hey would never share. Zarbon got annoyed and cleared his throat.
“Prince Vegeta, the pleasure is all OURS” Zarbon interjected, emphasizing the word “ours”. Bulma blushed a bit, knowing what he was referring to.
Vegeta’s cheek twitched slightly. ‘This slime is actually has the gall to mark her as his territory!’ His mind fumed. Deciding to cede this round, he backed away and joined his wife who was now seated at the dining table.
Bulma squeezed Zarbon’s arm. She narrowed her eyes and clinched her teeth. Leaning in close she said “Hey, what happened earlier...doesn’t mean we are together! It was a momentary lapse in judgement, got it?”
The fire in her eye set Zarbon’s soul on fire. Oh the passion she possessed! He just had a taste of it earlier but when he had her fully she would be one hell of a conquest.
“Of course, my dear” Zarbon conceded. “My mistake for implying otherwise. I offer my deepest apologies” he said and kissed her lightly on the cheek.
A distracted Vegeta caught this and was thoroughly put out that Zarbon’s lips even dared to touch Bulma’s fair skin. He almost couldn’t control himself as the pair walked arm in arm over to the table.
Grace was trying to maintain her poise but she was getting tired of this. On a whim she took Vegeta’s chin in her hand, turned his head, and kissed him most passionately. Vegeta was shocked at such a display in front of the council and guests but even more taken aback by the fact that her kiss tasted like ashes in his mouth. If felt wrong, dirty, deceitful...like he was cheating. He ended the kiss abruptly and nuzzled Grace’s ear affectionately. Grace flashed a smug grin in Bulma’s direction but that soon turned into an apologetic smile as Vegeta whispered very softly “Maintain decorum, my dear. No one in this room must have any reason to doubt my ability to lead my people. Cuckolding me undermines my position so let us keep the passion where it belongs, shall we?”
Grace closed her eyes to hold back her tears and nodded discretely. She pulled back and smiled and received one in return from Vegeta.
“Now, let us eat” he commanded. Servants appeared on cue and began placing delicious dishes in front of those who were seated. The smell in the room was divine and for a while made all problems disappear.
“So how goes your task for Lord Frieza?” asked Turles, one of the lower committee members. “Is there progress?”
Bulma flashed a quizzical look as she viewed the Saiyan across from her. She noticed he looked so much like Kakkarot--except in the eyes. Something was off about him, she could sense it--and she didn’t like it.
“My project is going quite well--uh I’m sorry what did you say your name was?”
“Turles, training advisor to the second and third classes.” He said that last bit with a frown--embarrassed of his low rank.
“Pleased to make your acquaintance. Lord Frieza shall be pleased, the training units are just as powerful as before and now able to accommodate other species’ strengths.”
Murmurs again erupted from the council men as they shook in their boots. They knew if she were allowed to continue, she would be the death of them all. Zarbon internally reveled in the discomfort of the government officials. ‘That’s right you bastards. Frieza’s boot is on your necks now. You will either obey or be obliterated’ he thought as he savored the moment.
Vegeta felt like snapping the table in half. Not only were is councilmen quivering like cubs in front of the this sick son of a bitch but he was smugly eating it up. He shot a look over to Turles who took the hint and began subtly kicked a few fellow Saiyans under the table to quiet them.
Tension hung over them all like a suffocatingly hot blanket bringing down everyone. To brighten some spirits Bulma interjected “umm Prince Vegeta thank you so very much for helping me with the re-calibration of your training unit. You saved me hours of work.” She smiled brightly at her true love earning a smirk in return.
“Surely I could not have been that helpful.”
Bulma shook her head slightly. “It is very rare indeed to have such a superior fighter and strategic tactician to lend a hand. To even think you were unhelpful would be paying you a harsh disservice.” Their eyes were locked and the room faded away. Vegeta was amazed at this creature’s ability to see through his tough exterior to his very core. It excited and frustrated him all at the same time. He had to know more about her and why this connection was so strong.
Grace began to get nervous. She had to direct this conversation over to something that would end this enchanted moment. “My Prince, since most of the council is here in attendance, would this not be the proper time to discuss your coronation?” she said.
All eye were on Vegeta but before he could speak--
“My lady would you do me the honor of dancing with me?”
Grace was stunned to turn around and see the Sayian that would dare interrupt her. Bardock stood tall and dignified in his regalia. It had been a while since he attended any formal function as grief had consumed his heart over the death of his beloved son.
“Well my lady?” he pleaded.
“Sounds like a reasonable request, Princess” Vegeta joined.
Grace wanted to say no but refusing such a gracious request from a respected member of the council would not go over well. “Of course” she answered. Bardock offered his hand and helped Grace to her feet, leading her to the dance floor.
Vegeta watched the pair with a mixture of relief and excitement. Shifting his gaze he said “It seems I am without a partner. Dr. Briefs, would you care to show me how it is done on your planet?” He rose and approached her and offered his hand. Vegeta’s look was smoldering. Bulma was nearly burning up alive as heat crept up her neck. Without a word, she placed her hand in his and squeezed just a bit. Vegeta smirked and helped Bulma to her feet. Together they joined the other dancing couples and it would be an unforgettable experience.
Bulma’s dress
Dainty spaghetti straps and a straight-across neckline set things off on a feminine note. The flared skirt is sleek and simple in the front; in back, striking pickups make for an exciting twist
http://www.newyorkdress.com/Precious_Formals/P44125.html
Grace’s Dress
The room will become abuzz with excitement when you stroll in wearing this luscious Precious Formals P10355sheath dress! Its glittering single shoulder strap and slanted neckline make for a pleasingly asymmetrical look. Criss-crossing, sparkling bands border bold sidecutouts. The floor-length skirts side slit boosts the
http://www.newyorkdress.com/Precious_Formals/P10355.html