Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Closer ❯ Sweet & Delicious ( Chapter 29 )
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By: Vegeta-Sugar-Sweet 
Get out the Barry White, Marvin Gaye, and the cigaretts---its about to get hot for our favorite couple
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.20.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 582 | Status: Work In Progress
Get out the Barry White, Marvin Gaye, and the cigaretts---its about to get hot for our favorite couple
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.20.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 582 | Status: Work In Progress
Ah HA! I’m back. MBA has been achieved so I have time to write now. As always thanks for waiting and special thanks to my hubby.
Closer 29--Sweet and Delicious
Bulma had not felt this free in what felt like an eternity. Her chest trembled as she exhaled, finally being able to unburden herself to Vegeta. Her Vegeta she now knew. Oh gods, he was back! She nestled further into his arms determined to lose herself in his embrace. Vegeta himself was of two minds. Half of him wanted to unleash his fury, tear the planet in half and carve out the intestines of all who had been involved in this charade. The other half wanted to stay where he was, holding his Onna, and hold onto her for dear life.
"Mmmm Vegeta" Bulma purred in comfort. Vegeta smirked as he inhaled the scent of Bulma's sweet hair. He slowly kissed the top of her head, over and over, stopping only to inhale more of her beautiful scent. His fingers slid up and down her back drawing her closer.
Bulma knew he wanted her but... “How could he?” she pondered her mind began to revolt from this beautiful moment. “How could he want me after Dodoria’s disgusting taint or my weakness and indiscretion with Zarbon?”
A tornado of doubt whirling inside her head with the total of her recent sins, Bulma began to pull away from her love, giving into her twisted negative thoughts.
Vegeta would not be denied, his arms held fast, like steel. He sensed her unease and it made him sick. He continued to embrace her, even as tears welled up and she powered up trying to force a separation between their bodies.
“Woman,” he said, almost growling as he looked into her eyes, “stop this at once.” Bulma was in full panic now, thrashing wildly trying to get away. She felt so dirty and unworthy of his love or their happiness. Wave after wave of self loathing flooded her mind and soul. Vegeta shared in that swell of inwardly pointing revulsion and could barely contain himself.
Vegeta gripped her shoulders firmly. “Bulma STOP!!” he commanded.
At that moment, the cobalt blue eyes met the deepest onyx eyes ever beset in a face. If this was to be a battle of wills, Vegeta thought, it was one Bulma was going to lose. The couple continued to stare at each other. Bulma could see flecks of pain flit through his features. She also felt his love for her pouring out from his heart, beating back the rancid actions of the past. Large tears welled up in her eyes and slowly she began to melt back into Vegeta.
“Nothing, not one thing ever, could change the fact that you are mine” said Vegeta. His embrace became as soft as a warm blanket, as he traced her jaw tilting it to his lips. Soft kisses trailed along her jaw line ending at her perfect mouth. Once again looking deeply into her eyes, Vegeta closed the space between them. Threading a hand through her tousled mane, he took hold and brought her head closer. There was no escape--Bulma had to surrender. She has wanted this for so long, she wanted this moment to last forever, and she gave in to him once again. She felt her body begin to beg for his touch almost immediately.
Brushing his lips against hers sent shivers down Bulma’s spine. Vegeta knew he had her under his spell and nothing could break it.
Vegeta lent down and touched Bulma’s petal-like lips with his own. She melted against his body, wrapping her arms around his waist--hands creeping up his back. Vegeta groaned and deepened the kiss wanting to taste more of her sweet nectar.
Bulma felt like she was floating; and found her feet had left the ground as Vegeta backed her up against the nearest wall. The cool surface against her back was in contrast to her very hot flesh. Vegeta, now growling slightly, grasped her thigh and wrapped it around his waist grinding against her all the while. Feverishly the couple began to nip and kiss each other as if it were their last night on this planet. Vegeta had to remind himself over and over to be careful, that Bulma might be hurt if he lost control, that he take care not to bruise her lovely form. His manhood had other plans however, and was aching for release, driving him to an insane level of lust for his Onna. Bulma could feel his emotion emanating from him, mentally and physically. She began her own writhing and moaning inching him closer to going absolutely mad.
Vegeta jerked Bulma’s head back so that her flushed face was completely visible. Her eyes were half lidded, eyes rolled back a little, and her breathing quite ragged--she was even more radiant if that were possible. Never losing his gaze to her lovely face, Vegeta grabbed her hips, slid down to the waist of her pants, and ripped the garments that barely resisted his strength to cling to her body, revealing her most private of places. Bulma gasped at this welcome but rapid gesture and wanted to respond--but was too late. She felt more than ready, after feeling The Prince’s readiness, but so sudden! He must have missed her as much as him! The determined Prince had already released his turgid and splendid member. She could feel how hot and ready he was, as she felt it rubbing against her opening, begging for admittance.
Bulma positioned herself so Vegeta could use his rod to stroke her, and then slowly gain entrance. Vegeta felt like he has just awoken from a nightmare and entered a long-overdue dream. Bulma’s velvet touch felt impossibly good. Vegeta did not stop until he could go no further, their hips meeting. Bulma let out a moan of relief, and pleasure as she felt herself slowly being filled with the most wonderful feeling she has ever had. She pulled Vegeta as close as she could, taking in all of his warmth once again. “Never again shall we part after this day. You are my woman and my Princess--forever and always.” Vegeta punctuated his statement by driving himself into his bride. Bulma let out a long and throaty moan that was music to Vegeta’s ears. By the gods how he had missed his woman and he let her know it. He rocked her back and forth; pushing himself over and over, and enjoying the pleasure he received and gave. Vegeta smirked as heard the most erotic moans he has ever heard. Bulma couldn’t hold back her pleasure, moaning uncontrollably and clawing at Vegeta’s back, thrusting her hips to meet his over and over again, desperate to devour as much of him inside her as possible.
Vegeta suddenly stopped, and took a few moments to remove the garments on each of them that were left over. He needed to feel his flesh on hers--her heart beating against his chest--the heat coming off of her skin.
“Vegeta --please more...” pleaded Bulma.
“More?” smirked an extremely confident Vegeta.
“What’s wrong? Is this all you’ve got? I. want. more!” Bulma needled breathlessly.
Vegeta bared his teeth at her. “Onna, be careful you do not ask for what you cannot handle.”
“Bring it on, I can take --”
Before she could finish taunting her mate he had her on the mats that covered the floor. Now on top of her, he forced her knees onto her chest, gaining full access to her. Now In one movement he grasped her knees with his hands, spread her legs, and drove his cock all of the way into her.
A wave of pleasure came over Bulma, as her head flew back in the throes of ecstasy. “OH VEGETA!” she moaned, almost screaming. Vegeta himself had to bury his head into her shoulder to avoid shouting out as well. This position allowed depth and pleasure to be extraordinary for both partners. As the rhythm started slowly, and increased quickly Vegeta knew Bulma would enjoy this, and began to lose control himself. He alternated long and short thrusts, deep and quick thrusts, pausing, and even re-entering her to hear that initial gasp all over again. Soon however, he couldn’t hold back, his thrusts became more pronounced and the pace quickened exponentially. Bulma was in heaven; her mouth open and gasping between screams of pleasure all the while, she prayed for Vegeta never to stop.
He didn’t want to stop--not ever. Vegeta let go of Bulma’s knees which automatically wrapped themselves around Vegeta. He trapped her arms above her head with his own, continually pounding away with all the power of his lower extremities. Bulma bit her lip until it bled causing Vegeta to kiss her fervently.
And there it was...that itch that couldn’t be scratched. She was so close. As much as she could Bulma thrust back against him to aid in her search for a glorious finish. Nearing their common goal, Vegeta picked up the pace again. She felt it begin, as she started to constrict around Vegeta’s member, as the pleasure was too much for Bulma to bare. Her walls closed around Vegeta, griping him like a vice, and when he felt that, it sent him over the edge with her. He embraced her in a kiss that masked his screams as he swallowed hers.
And they stayed that way, where time truly has no meaning--only the breathing of one another mattered.
Vegeta held Bulma against his still heaving chest. “Onna, you are the very core of my soul. Never let that fact leave your mind.”
“Yes, my Prince.”
He gathered Bulma up in his arms as he rose from the floor. “Accompany me to the bathing chamber, Onna. There is more I wish to show you” Vegeta rasped into her ear. Bulma giggled welcoming the chance to engage with her Prince once again.
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Closer 29--Sweet and Delicious
Bulma had not felt this free in what felt like an eternity. Her chest trembled as she exhaled, finally being able to unburden herself to Vegeta. Her Vegeta she now knew. Oh gods, he was back! She nestled further into his arms determined to lose herself in his embrace. Vegeta himself was of two minds. Half of him wanted to unleash his fury, tear the planet in half and carve out the intestines of all who had been involved in this charade. The other half wanted to stay where he was, holding his Onna, and hold onto her for dear life.
"Mmmm Vegeta" Bulma purred in comfort. Vegeta smirked as he inhaled the scent of Bulma's sweet hair. He slowly kissed the top of her head, over and over, stopping only to inhale more of her beautiful scent. His fingers slid up and down her back drawing her closer.
Bulma knew he wanted her but... “How could he?” she pondered her mind began to revolt from this beautiful moment. “How could he want me after Dodoria’s disgusting taint or my weakness and indiscretion with Zarbon?”
A tornado of doubt whirling inside her head with the total of her recent sins, Bulma began to pull away from her love, giving into her twisted negative thoughts.
Vegeta would not be denied, his arms held fast, like steel. He sensed her unease and it made him sick. He continued to embrace her, even as tears welled up and she powered up trying to force a separation between their bodies.
“Woman,” he said, almost growling as he looked into her eyes, “stop this at once.” Bulma was in full panic now, thrashing wildly trying to get away. She felt so dirty and unworthy of his love or their happiness. Wave after wave of self loathing flooded her mind and soul. Vegeta shared in that swell of inwardly pointing revulsion and could barely contain himself.
Vegeta gripped her shoulders firmly. “Bulma STOP!!” he commanded.
At that moment, the cobalt blue eyes met the deepest onyx eyes ever beset in a face. If this was to be a battle of wills, Vegeta thought, it was one Bulma was going to lose. The couple continued to stare at each other. Bulma could see flecks of pain flit through his features. She also felt his love for her pouring out from his heart, beating back the rancid actions of the past. Large tears welled up in her eyes and slowly she began to melt back into Vegeta.
“Nothing, not one thing ever, could change the fact that you are mine” said Vegeta. His embrace became as soft as a warm blanket, as he traced her jaw tilting it to his lips. Soft kisses trailed along her jaw line ending at her perfect mouth. Once again looking deeply into her eyes, Vegeta closed the space between them. Threading a hand through her tousled mane, he took hold and brought her head closer. There was no escape--Bulma had to surrender. She has wanted this for so long, she wanted this moment to last forever, and she gave in to him once again. She felt her body begin to beg for his touch almost immediately.
Brushing his lips against hers sent shivers down Bulma’s spine. Vegeta knew he had her under his spell and nothing could break it.
Vegeta lent down and touched Bulma’s petal-like lips with his own. She melted against his body, wrapping her arms around his waist--hands creeping up his back. Vegeta groaned and deepened the kiss wanting to taste more of her sweet nectar.
Bulma felt like she was floating; and found her feet had left the ground as Vegeta backed her up against the nearest wall. The cool surface against her back was in contrast to her very hot flesh. Vegeta, now growling slightly, grasped her thigh and wrapped it around his waist grinding against her all the while. Feverishly the couple began to nip and kiss each other as if it were their last night on this planet. Vegeta had to remind himself over and over to be careful, that Bulma might be hurt if he lost control, that he take care not to bruise her lovely form. His manhood had other plans however, and was aching for release, driving him to an insane level of lust for his Onna. Bulma could feel his emotion emanating from him, mentally and physically. She began her own writhing and moaning inching him closer to going absolutely mad.
Vegeta jerked Bulma’s head back so that her flushed face was completely visible. Her eyes were half lidded, eyes rolled back a little, and her breathing quite ragged--she was even more radiant if that were possible. Never losing his gaze to her lovely face, Vegeta grabbed her hips, slid down to the waist of her pants, and ripped the garments that barely resisted his strength to cling to her body, revealing her most private of places. Bulma gasped at this welcome but rapid gesture and wanted to respond--but was too late. She felt more than ready, after feeling The Prince’s readiness, but so sudden! He must have missed her as much as him! The determined Prince had already released his turgid and splendid member. She could feel how hot and ready he was, as she felt it rubbing against her opening, begging for admittance.
Bulma positioned herself so Vegeta could use his rod to stroke her, and then slowly gain entrance. Vegeta felt like he has just awoken from a nightmare and entered a long-overdue dream. Bulma’s velvet touch felt impossibly good. Vegeta did not stop until he could go no further, their hips meeting. Bulma let out a moan of relief, and pleasure as she felt herself slowly being filled with the most wonderful feeling she has ever had. She pulled Vegeta as close as she could, taking in all of his warmth once again. “Never again shall we part after this day. You are my woman and my Princess--forever and always.” Vegeta punctuated his statement by driving himself into his bride. Bulma let out a long and throaty moan that was music to Vegeta’s ears. By the gods how he had missed his woman and he let her know it. He rocked her back and forth; pushing himself over and over, and enjoying the pleasure he received and gave. Vegeta smirked as heard the most erotic moans he has ever heard. Bulma couldn’t hold back her pleasure, moaning uncontrollably and clawing at Vegeta’s back, thrusting her hips to meet his over and over again, desperate to devour as much of him inside her as possible.
Vegeta suddenly stopped, and took a few moments to remove the garments on each of them that were left over. He needed to feel his flesh on hers--her heart beating against his chest--the heat coming off of her skin.
“Vegeta --please more...” pleaded Bulma.
“More?” smirked an extremely confident Vegeta.
“What’s wrong? Is this all you’ve got? I. want. more!” Bulma needled breathlessly.
Vegeta bared his teeth at her. “Onna, be careful you do not ask for what you cannot handle.”
“Bring it on, I can take --”
Before she could finish taunting her mate he had her on the mats that covered the floor. Now on top of her, he forced her knees onto her chest, gaining full access to her. Now In one movement he grasped her knees with his hands, spread her legs, and drove his cock all of the way into her.
A wave of pleasure came over Bulma, as her head flew back in the throes of ecstasy. “OH VEGETA!” she moaned, almost screaming. Vegeta himself had to bury his head into her shoulder to avoid shouting out as well. This position allowed depth and pleasure to be extraordinary for both partners. As the rhythm started slowly, and increased quickly Vegeta knew Bulma would enjoy this, and began to lose control himself. He alternated long and short thrusts, deep and quick thrusts, pausing, and even re-entering her to hear that initial gasp all over again. Soon however, he couldn’t hold back, his thrusts became more pronounced and the pace quickened exponentially. Bulma was in heaven; her mouth open and gasping between screams of pleasure all the while, she prayed for Vegeta never to stop.
He didn’t want to stop--not ever. Vegeta let go of Bulma’s knees which automatically wrapped themselves around Vegeta. He trapped her arms above her head with his own, continually pounding away with all the power of his lower extremities. Bulma bit her lip until it bled causing Vegeta to kiss her fervently.
And there it was...that itch that couldn’t be scratched. She was so close. As much as she could Bulma thrust back against him to aid in her search for a glorious finish. Nearing their common goal, Vegeta picked up the pace again. She felt it begin, as she started to constrict around Vegeta’s member, as the pleasure was too much for Bulma to bare. Her walls closed around Vegeta, griping him like a vice, and when he felt that, it sent him over the edge with her. He embraced her in a kiss that masked his screams as he swallowed hers.
And they stayed that way, where time truly has no meaning--only the breathing of one another mattered.
Vegeta held Bulma against his still heaving chest. “Onna, you are the very core of my soul. Never let that fact leave your mind.”
“Yes, my Prince.”
He gathered Bulma up in his arms as he rose from the floor. “Accompany me to the bathing chamber, Onna. There is more I wish to show you” Vegeta rasped into her ear. Bulma giggled welcoming the chance to engage with her Prince once again.
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