Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Closer ❯ Reflections ( Chapter 34 )
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By: Vegeta-Sugar-Sweet 
Our lovely couple enjoys some alone time to end this lovely tale
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.23.2013 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 455 | Status: Completed
Our lovely couple enjoys some alone time to end this lovely tale
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.23.2013 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 455 | Status: Completed
Thank you all so much for reading this. My husband and I have had a lovely time writing for you and will be following this up with a sequel.
I don’t own DBZ…enjoy!
Closer Chapter 34: Reflections
It was so warm where she was. So soothing. It was like a hundred fairies were fluttering their wispy wings up and down her body. She wanted to see the beings. Bulma tried to open her eyes but she couldn’t. She didn’t mind, however. They were doing a good job and who was she to stop them.
Distantly she felt a light brush against her consciousness. It was a friendly ethereal touch. It intrigued her. Fighting though the relaxing fog she reached out telepathically to identify her guest.
The most heavenly feeling spread over her skin as she felt that it was Vegeta who had come calling.
‘Woman,’ his bariton voice rasped. It was like an aphrodisiac. She could feel the vibration of his voice all the way to the pit of her stomach.
Vegeta lay in his bed thinking of his mate. Of when she would heal. When he could touch her again. He wanted to test to see if she would hear him through their bond. Relief broke out over his brow as he heard the voice of his mate for the first time in days.
‘..mmm Vegeta I feel so good here’ heard the Prince.
‘You are in the healing tank in our quarters.’
‘When will I get out?’ inquired the sleepy voice.
‘In a day or two I am told’ answered Vegeta. He reached out empathically and caressed her face. He could feel how soft her cheek was. Bulma moaned softly. That sound reverberated in his mind, his heart beat , and physical desire for her..
‘Vegeta I miss you’ she purred.
At that moment, in the place where their minds met, the two beings appeared to each other. Bulma stared wide-eyed as she viewed her surroundings. She was in their room—in their bed—naked! Vegeta was shirtless, with his tight-fitting AE shorts on, not leaving anything to the imagination. His physique was amazing, even more than usual. His muscles rippled slightly in anticipation of touching his Ona. She could see clearly he was in a aroused state which excited her even more.
‘I thought I was in a healing tank?’
‘You are, however our minds are free to roam together’ said a smirking Vegeta.
Suddenly, Bulma could feel his breath hot against her skin, tantalizing her senses. Gently, she rubbed her hand down the side of his face. She cold feel his stubble from that day. Vegeta pressed slightly into her hand; reveling in her touch. He kissed and licked her palm, then her wrist. Continuing slowly and sensually, he laid sweet kisses up Bulma’s arm. Her chest began to rise more quickly, her breath began to quicken as she gently dragged her nails in patterns all over Vegeta’s back.
When Vegeta finally reached Bulma’s ear, Vegeta nipped and sucked on her earlobe making sure she felt how his breathing has quickened as well. She writhed in ecstasy; Vegeta’s tight grasp holding her firm as he gently cupped her breast feeling the perfect combination of warmth and softness, before he brought his fingers up to test the sensitivity of her aching nipples.
Bulma gasped at the sweet sensation.
‘….mmm...more Vegeta’ she moaned into his ear.
‘Always, my Princess’ he smirked. He changed tactics, which excited him greatly, and repositioned her slightly, parting her knees which allowed her to wrap her long legs around his waist.
She could feel how much he wanted her through his tight AE pants. His member throbbed against her opening, straining for entry. He felt her warmth and flexed his hips, first up and then in a circular motion grinding himself against her ever moistening need.
Bulma clasped her hands around the back of Vegeta's neck, grinding her into him as much as possible, levering herself up to meet his silky invitation. The texture of his suit combined with the pure heat of his rigid member against her was far more enjoyable than she could imagine. Coupled with Vegeta’s masterful strokes, she knew it wouldn't take long to reach her peak, multiple times she hoped.
Vegeta was very focused indeed. He felt the wetness of his mate soaking the front of his AE shorts. He could smell her arousal. It was heady and heavy with desire. He knew that the waistband of his shorts gave way to the sheer hardness of his member, which caused him to thrust and grind even faster. He tried to control his urges, and make this last, by going back to slowly rocking and circling his hips back and forth in long, full strokes. At this point, Bulma was gasping, clawing him, riding him back—legs locked behind him drawing him as close as possible, nearly fighting him for control.
Vegeta got an idea and decided to change position. He knelt up and pulled Bulma close into his arms. Passionately and deeply he kissed his mate all the while grinding himself into her. Bulma's breathing was so heavy, gasping between deep kisses, trying to kiss and still get a breath of air. She was like a hungry animal, so full of love and lust for him. He could feel she was the wettest she's ever been, and that she was close…to be honest so was he.
Suddenly in the heat of passion, he turned her around so she faced the mirror on the dresser while kneeling on the bed. Vegeta leaned onto Bulma, his forehead touching the back of Bulma’s head. She was so ready for anything Vegeta wanted to do with her, as she looked at their reflection. His hands moved to hers, sliding them down her body. He lifted his onyx eyes to the mirror, staring heatedly into Bulma’s gaze. His breathing was heavy and ragged ‘Show me’ he urged. A wave of heat centered in her openning, she knew what he wanted. She hesitated but his hands slowly guided her to her jewel. Bulma could feel Vegeta’s eyes watching her, waiting for her, needing for her to climax for him. She spread her knees a bit and leaned back against Vegeta for pure contact, heightening her arousal. In the mirror she could see her breasts glistening with sweat and aroused in anticipation. Slowly her hand lowered to her center as she ran her forefinger over her outer lips. Instantly her hips snapped up at the movement. It was like her body wasn’t her own. She wanted to go slow and ease herself into this but the passionate woman inside was having none of that. Her fingers traced that outer area only once before she moved them in closer. She could feel that her heat, her wetness, her arousal could not be denied. Her next movement, she decided to take her middle and ring fingers together and slowly slip them inside. She began to tap her palm down on her mound which added a wonderful grinding affect. ‘..yes…’ she moaned as she closed her eyes with her head back onto Vegeta’s shoulder. She was enjoying herself, and enjoying giving her Prince such a wonderful show. He was mesmerized by the goddess in front of him. As she explored herself, Vegeta kept one hand on her breast..the other on his now exposed rod. Slowly he stroked its length with his fist. He matched Bulma’s rhythm. ‘Vegeta …want you…oh…want you’ Bulma begged between breaths as she fingered herself faster, slapping her palm against her hood, adding more pleasure. The sounds, smells and sensations were incredible Vegeta thought. He slowed his stroking, as he felt was losing control and didnt want it to end. He could hear the wet sounds coming from her slow at first, now at breathtaking speed, as she moaned out his name. He could see her skin flush with a layer of perspiration as her breathing and body temperature rose. Her breaths were shorter and faster now, more staccato. He couldn't take it anymore. He decided to pump faster as he met her ear with his lips. ‘Woman …woman I can wait no longer...please’ he said through clenched teeth.
That took her over the edge. ‘I’m I’m mmmm cumming!’ she panted as her hips took on a life of their own. She bucked her hips against her hand as her hand feverishly worked, riding that wave of perfect pleasure. That moment of ecstasy that seems to last forever was here, and she welcomed all of it. Her body shuddered as her head rolled from side to side while she rode out her explosive orgasm. Bulma felt a convulsion in her sex, and immediately felt wetness everywhere down there, which added even more to her already earth-shattering pleasure. Vegeta was right behind her going through his own climax. He felt his member grow twice as large as his climax rocked through him, before finally fading away. Once he was able to, Vegeta pulled Bulma close to him as the the two lowered themselves to lay down together, very sleepily into their bed, inside their consciousness….partially but lovingly satsfied.
Unnoticed by the loving pair, a very faint pair of red eyes peer out of the mirror onto the slumbering couple. Frieza chuckled to himself, feeling quite superior. “If you only knew what I had in store for you monkey.... you and your precious little one.....”
Laughter filled his viewing chamber as he viciously snapped the neck of the dispensable empath who facilitated his unwelcome voyeurism.
I don’t own DBZ…enjoy!
Closer Chapter 34: Reflections
It was so warm where she was. So soothing. It was like a hundred fairies were fluttering their wispy wings up and down her body. She wanted to see the beings. Bulma tried to open her eyes but she couldn’t. She didn’t mind, however. They were doing a good job and who was she to stop them.
Distantly she felt a light brush against her consciousness. It was a friendly ethereal touch. It intrigued her. Fighting though the relaxing fog she reached out telepathically to identify her guest.
The most heavenly feeling spread over her skin as she felt that it was Vegeta who had come calling.
‘Woman,’ his bariton voice rasped. It was like an aphrodisiac. She could feel the vibration of his voice all the way to the pit of her stomach.
Vegeta lay in his bed thinking of his mate. Of when she would heal. When he could touch her again. He wanted to test to see if she would hear him through their bond. Relief broke out over his brow as he heard the voice of his mate for the first time in days.
‘..mmm Vegeta I feel so good here’ heard the Prince.
‘You are in the healing tank in our quarters.’
‘When will I get out?’ inquired the sleepy voice.
‘In a day or two I am told’ answered Vegeta. He reached out empathically and caressed her face. He could feel how soft her cheek was. Bulma moaned softly. That sound reverberated in his mind, his heart beat , and physical desire for her..
‘Vegeta I miss you’ she purred.
At that moment, in the place where their minds met, the two beings appeared to each other. Bulma stared wide-eyed as she viewed her surroundings. She was in their room—in their bed—naked! Vegeta was shirtless, with his tight-fitting AE shorts on, not leaving anything to the imagination. His physique was amazing, even more than usual. His muscles rippled slightly in anticipation of touching his Ona. She could see clearly he was in a aroused state which excited her even more.
‘I thought I was in a healing tank?’
‘You are, however our minds are free to roam together’ said a smirking Vegeta.
Suddenly, Bulma could feel his breath hot against her skin, tantalizing her senses. Gently, she rubbed her hand down the side of his face. She cold feel his stubble from that day. Vegeta pressed slightly into her hand; reveling in her touch. He kissed and licked her palm, then her wrist. Continuing slowly and sensually, he laid sweet kisses up Bulma’s arm. Her chest began to rise more quickly, her breath began to quicken as she gently dragged her nails in patterns all over Vegeta’s back.
When Vegeta finally reached Bulma’s ear, Vegeta nipped and sucked on her earlobe making sure she felt how his breathing has quickened as well. She writhed in ecstasy; Vegeta’s tight grasp holding her firm as he gently cupped her breast feeling the perfect combination of warmth and softness, before he brought his fingers up to test the sensitivity of her aching nipples.
Bulma gasped at the sweet sensation.
‘….mmm...more Vegeta’ she moaned into his ear.
‘Always, my Princess’ he smirked. He changed tactics, which excited him greatly, and repositioned her slightly, parting her knees which allowed her to wrap her long legs around his waist.
She could feel how much he wanted her through his tight AE pants. His member throbbed against her opening, straining for entry. He felt her warmth and flexed his hips, first up and then in a circular motion grinding himself against her ever moistening need.
Bulma clasped her hands around the back of Vegeta's neck, grinding her into him as much as possible, levering herself up to meet his silky invitation. The texture of his suit combined with the pure heat of his rigid member against her was far more enjoyable than she could imagine. Coupled with Vegeta’s masterful strokes, she knew it wouldn't take long to reach her peak, multiple times she hoped.
Vegeta was very focused indeed. He felt the wetness of his mate soaking the front of his AE shorts. He could smell her arousal. It was heady and heavy with desire. He knew that the waistband of his shorts gave way to the sheer hardness of his member, which caused him to thrust and grind even faster. He tried to control his urges, and make this last, by going back to slowly rocking and circling his hips back and forth in long, full strokes. At this point, Bulma was gasping, clawing him, riding him back—legs locked behind him drawing him as close as possible, nearly fighting him for control.
Vegeta got an idea and decided to change position. He knelt up and pulled Bulma close into his arms. Passionately and deeply he kissed his mate all the while grinding himself into her. Bulma's breathing was so heavy, gasping between deep kisses, trying to kiss and still get a breath of air. She was like a hungry animal, so full of love and lust for him. He could feel she was the wettest she's ever been, and that she was close…to be honest so was he.
Suddenly in the heat of passion, he turned her around so she faced the mirror on the dresser while kneeling on the bed. Vegeta leaned onto Bulma, his forehead touching the back of Bulma’s head. She was so ready for anything Vegeta wanted to do with her, as she looked at their reflection. His hands moved to hers, sliding them down her body. He lifted his onyx eyes to the mirror, staring heatedly into Bulma’s gaze. His breathing was heavy and ragged ‘Show me’ he urged. A wave of heat centered in her openning, she knew what he wanted. She hesitated but his hands slowly guided her to her jewel. Bulma could feel Vegeta’s eyes watching her, waiting for her, needing for her to climax for him. She spread her knees a bit and leaned back against Vegeta for pure contact, heightening her arousal. In the mirror she could see her breasts glistening with sweat and aroused in anticipation. Slowly her hand lowered to her center as she ran her forefinger over her outer lips. Instantly her hips snapped up at the movement. It was like her body wasn’t her own. She wanted to go slow and ease herself into this but the passionate woman inside was having none of that. Her fingers traced that outer area only once before she moved them in closer. She could feel that her heat, her wetness, her arousal could not be denied. Her next movement, she decided to take her middle and ring fingers together and slowly slip them inside. She began to tap her palm down on her mound which added a wonderful grinding affect. ‘..yes…’ she moaned as she closed her eyes with her head back onto Vegeta’s shoulder. She was enjoying herself, and enjoying giving her Prince such a wonderful show. He was mesmerized by the goddess in front of him. As she explored herself, Vegeta kept one hand on her breast..the other on his now exposed rod. Slowly he stroked its length with his fist. He matched Bulma’s rhythm. ‘Vegeta …want you…oh…want you’ Bulma begged between breaths as she fingered herself faster, slapping her palm against her hood, adding more pleasure. The sounds, smells and sensations were incredible Vegeta thought. He slowed his stroking, as he felt was losing control and didnt want it to end. He could hear the wet sounds coming from her slow at first, now at breathtaking speed, as she moaned out his name. He could see her skin flush with a layer of perspiration as her breathing and body temperature rose. Her breaths were shorter and faster now, more staccato. He couldn't take it anymore. He decided to pump faster as he met her ear with his lips. ‘Woman …woman I can wait no longer...please’ he said through clenched teeth.
That took her over the edge. ‘I’m I’m mmmm cumming!’ she panted as her hips took on a life of their own. She bucked her hips against her hand as her hand feverishly worked, riding that wave of perfect pleasure. That moment of ecstasy that seems to last forever was here, and she welcomed all of it. Her body shuddered as her head rolled from side to side while she rode out her explosive orgasm. Bulma felt a convulsion in her sex, and immediately felt wetness everywhere down there, which added even more to her already earth-shattering pleasure. Vegeta was right behind her going through his own climax. He felt his member grow twice as large as his climax rocked through him, before finally fading away. Once he was able to, Vegeta pulled Bulma close to him as the the two lowered themselves to lay down together, very sleepily into their bed, inside their consciousness….partially but lovingly satsfied.
Unnoticed by the loving pair, a very faint pair of red eyes peer out of the mirror onto the slumbering couple. Frieza chuckled to himself, feeling quite superior. “If you only knew what I had in store for you monkey.... you and your precious little one.....”
Laughter filled his viewing chamber as he viciously snapped the neck of the dispensable empath who facilitated his unwelcome voyeurism.