Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Falling in Love the First Time ❯ The Heat Is On ( Chapter 8 )

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Falling In Love The First Time

Chapter 8 - The Heat Is On

His eyes were clenched tightly as he wished to experience nothing but the perfection of the tight wetness that embraced him. He moved in a challenging speed that she managed to match to utter precision. The unison in which they moved was anything but timid, it was intrepid and vigorous in a fashion that only each could demand of the other.

They finally reached the climax their bodies had been so desperately fighting for, and all stopped. His body collapsed atop his mate's, having spilled all of his seed into her very welcoming body. His eyes clenched shut as his mind tried to register the sensations he was feeling. His body had been denied such gratification for all his existence. Only now could he feel free to experience such euphoria.

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Vegeta growled as he shot out of his dream in excruciating pain; though none of it was from his previous injuries. His groin was feeling a scorching sensation that was only comparable to the pain he felt fifteen years ago. 'Not now,' he thought with a defeated moan. He rose from the bed and began stumbling out of the med room. His eyes caught a flash of the clock, which only confirmed his fate. 'I was out that long? I should have been up by now… I should have…" Before Vegeta even realized where his body was taking him he found himself outside of Bulma's bedroom. His mind screamed for him to run in the opposite direction, but his lower body was telling him much differently.

All he wanted to do was control himself, but he knew that would not be the case now. In an excruciating gesture, he turned the doorknob to Bulma's room and walked inside. He knew he could not handle himself, even the mere sight of her curves covered in that thin sheet did nothing but push him further over the edge. He clenched his fists as he tried to stop himself from moving any further, but no matter how much strength he poured out, his need grew stronger. Within seconds he was next to her bed on his knees using whatever power he could muster to stop himself. "Woman!" he nearly screamed, his only hope was for her to get as far away from him as fast as possible.

Bulma shot out of her sleep in shock as she looked around to see what had awoke her. She shrieked as she jumped out of bed looking down at the shaking man before her. "Vegeta, what's wrong?" She asked, assuming his weakened state was a lurking result of one of his injuries.

"Get away from me," he hissed as he saw her coming closer, "my rut," was all he could stammer out before he could no longer hide his humiliation. Seeing her sporting nothing but her practically see-through white tank top and matching panties did nothing but inflame him further. He knew he could seriously hurt her at this level of need, so he did the only thing he could at that moment; he grabbed the protruding member that was causing him such anguish and began to relieve some of the pressure.

Bulma moaned as she felt a fool for not waking him before the new day began. She stumbled back to her dresser and grabbed her purse where she had kept the injection she was going to give him. Quickly pulling out the serum and the syringe, Bulma readied the injection and proceeded to move as fast as she could back to the helpless man, who was temporarily distracted by his own pleasuring. With some difficultly she inserted the injection into his left deltoid, which prompted the lust filled Saiya-jin to release a mind-chilling moan the minute the needle broke his skin. She watched as his entire body shook; he began to react to the medication immediately. She could hear his breathing begin to steady, but his need clearly failed to lessen.

Vegeta slowly regained some rational thought as he could feel some of his control returning. He took a long breath before he went back to the rough stroking he was thrusting against minutes ago. "Leave," Bulma heard him hiss in a furious tone as he refused to look at her. Bulma could only imagine what this was doing to his pride, but to her it only proved what she had long hoped about him; his honor meant more to him than his pride. He would rather humble himself before her than chance forcing his lust upon her unwilling body.

It was rather ironic. Bulma could not think of a moment she felt more proud of him. After that realization, she was not sure exactly what came over her, whether it be her sympathy for his situation, her respect for his humility, or the sheer fact that watching him masturbate was heating herself up, she defied his request and moved towards him.

Vegeta had little notice of what the woman before him was doing as he sought the release that refused to come to him. His mind tried to block out the fact that he would never live down his weakened state before the woman. His ego tried to console him with the fact that her opinion was beneath his notice, so he had no reason to care. His mind however told him differently. She was one of the few people he felt less than hatred for; he had even let himself close enough to allow some intimacy with her. That kiss, short and meek as it was, held a lot of meaning for him. However, after this degradation, he knew a moment like such was his last.

At least that was what the Saiya-jin prince believed before he suddenly felt a soft hand slip under his spandex to latch onto his swollen member. His eyes unconsciously slid shut and his body fell back against the soft carpet as she began to stroke him at a rough pace. Vegeta's mind when blank as the new sensations sped through his body. His hips pushed against the warmth surrounding him while his body screamed for more.

Bulma smiled as he immediately reacted to her touch. As one hand caressed him as the other finished removing his spandex shorts. She positioned herself between his toned thighs; she knew he needed more than her hands to relieve such pressure. She took a moment to marvel at his immensity as she thought this was going to be more fun than she had originally anticipated. Then, without further wait for her victim she brought her lips down to his tip. Extending her tongue slowly to take an initial taste, she was surprised to find him rather appealing. After hearing a demanding groan from the man beneath her, she advanced by bringing him into her mouth completely.

Vegeta's fingers dug into the carpet of Bulma's room as he began to feel pleasure like none other he had ever experienced. The bitter agony of the pressure that was burning throughout his body suddenly turned into the beautiful bliss of fulfillment. His eyes remained shut, as though to open them was to end the dream. He could feel the warmth of the wet entry that forced him close to that pinnacle of euphoria from which he had been too long deprived. With a ground-shaking roar, his throbbing tension finally reached that climax after his hips pushed one more thrust into the warmth that consumed all he had released. It took a few moments for him to recover from the sensations overpowering his body, but when he did, he was greeted by a soft voice calling his name.

As Bulma finished drinking all of his seed, she slowly crawled over his body. She reached out to wipe the sweat that was covering his face. "Vegeta?" she asked; he seemed more drained than she would have expected.

After a moment he opened his eyes to look upon that which had relieved him, temporarily at least, of his agony. His hand shook as he reached up and wiped some of his semen from her lower lip. "Why?" he barely breathed out, utterly astounded by her assistance.

Bulma smiled wickedly as she brought her lips down to brush against his. "I wanted to finish what we started earlier," she purred sexily before she devoured his mouth.

Vegeta smirked; the woman was wiser with words than he had given her credit for. He was no fool; he knew this was the result of her soft heart. It had always been a weakness of hers, especially when it came to him for some reason. He was sure she had other, less satisfactory, motives for doing this for him. However, at that moment, he felt no need to consider them.

Vegeta's hands quickly locked around Bulma's waist as he pulled her tightly against his already hardened member. He could almost hear a giggle escape her lips as she seemed surprised. She would have to learn quickly that he would be like this all night. "You don't know what you are getting into woman," he warned as his hands began sliding her tank top over her head.

"Oh?" She asked as she lifted arms up to make discarding the garment easier. "Are you trying to tell me you don't want me?"

Vegeta huffed as he finished with her top and moved to her underwear. "I'm warning you. I know how your feeble emotions are. You have to know now, this is just sex. I only want your body to satisfy me during my rut. When it's over, I won't want you anymore."

Bulma frowned slightly, knowing what he really meant was that he can't want her after this, as opposed to won't. "I know you only want me because of your rut," she humored him by saying what he wanted to hear. "Just these three days, and we're done."

"As long as you understand that." He said emotionlessly before he reduced her underwear to shreds. With one swift movement he rolled the two of them over, positioning himself atop her body.

"Vegeta, wait!" Bulma stopped him before he could slide into her.

"What?" He asked, engulfed by a strange feeling of worry that she had changed her mind.

"Can we move this to the bed? I don't want to wake up tomorrow with a nasty case of rug burn," she insisted the added comfort of her soft sheets.

Vegeta only smirked in response as he gathered her in his arms and levitated the two onto her bed, never once breaking contact. "Satisfied?" he asked, wanting to put an end to all demands and just get to his second release.

"Go ahead," she nodded in a humorously approving manner.

Vegeta wedged her legs apart with his knee before positing himself in between her thighs. He planted his elbows on either side of her chest as he suspended his tip right above her entrance.

Bulma clenched her eyes shut as she was less than prepared for exactly what it would be like to become one with the arrogant Saiya-jin prince, but when it seemed as though her question would never be answered, she opened her eyes to see Vegeta staring down at her with a look that she had never seen upon his face before. He seemed genuinely scared. "Vegeta?" She asked, confused. His body was shaking horribly with need, yet he wasn't moving. "What's wrong?"

"I…" He looked as though speech was becoming too much for him. "I'm going to hurt you," he said as though he held no doubt of the result.

Bulma felt mildly consoled by his concern, but his fear was not doing anything for her own throbbing. "Let me be on top then," she requested, he followed her demand immediately.

"I suppose I'm going to have to do all the work," she said playfully as she slowly lowed herself on his heated member. It took her a few moments to position him comfortably inside her, but once he was, she never felt ecstasy like it. Moaning as she began rocking at a wild pace atop of him, her mind lost track of the purpose of all of this as her own need inundated her. "Oh, Vegeta," she rolled his name off her tongue as she pressed her hands against his solid abs for support.

Vegeta barely registered the sound of his name as he clasped Bulma's hips to support her movements. His eyes slid shut again as he wanted to feel nothing but the thrill of the moment. He thought her oral performance a few minutes ago was enthralling, but this… This was what his dreams had been foreshadowing. Bliss he would never surpass, better than achieving the legendary, better than killing Freeza, even better than defeating Kakarrot. It was a perfection he thought he would never be worthy of feeling; yet he was in the throws of it anyway. She was doing for him what he never thought he would experience. He called it a weakness, but only to shield his ego. He wanted her, needed her, more than anything. He needed to feel something other than defeat, weakness, helplessness, uselessness; he needed to feel this.

Neither knew how long they held out, but when their bodies finally reached their release at nearly the same moment, it was an instant of splendor. Vegeta's seed mixed with Bulma's juices in a heated union that spilled onto Vegeta's pelvis. The two shook in excitement as Bulma quickly collapsed on top of her mate, fighting to control the pleasure that was rushing her.

The two had no more than a minute's peace before Bulma let out an angered groan as she felt him hardening inside her again. "If I'm this exhausted after one release, I can't imagine surviving until daybreak."

Vegeta chuckled in his almost evil manner as he ran one hand around her neck and the other to her lower back. "I warned that you wouldn't be able to keep up with me," he said with light insult. "Lucky for you, I'm so benevolent that I'll relieve you of your weakness."

Bulma was about to retort when she felt her body engulfed by a blue aura. She blinked as she opened her eyes to see him concentrating. She felt a renewed strength empower her as the warmth of the surrounding ki filled her. After a few moments the ki dissipated and Bulma felt strangely ready to go another round. "What did you do?" She asked confused as she sat back up on his pelvis, his hard member very much ready for her again.

"I gave you some of my ki." He sounded a little breathless as he said so.

"Thanks," She showed her appreciation, even though she knew it was a completely selfish act. After all, she would be utterly useless to him unconscious. "Again then?" She asked as she began rocking on him once more.

"Until you pass out," he said with a smirk on his face as he placed his hands back on her hips.

"Or you do," Bulma returned his smirk as she planned on enjoying the ride as long as she was on it.

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The sunrise was a painful wake up call as the light was never something Vegeta would be used to seeing. He always left the gravity room after dark and awoke before daybreak. The sun was something he was less than familiar with. However, in this case he'd make an exception. He could control himself during the day. It was only when the moon was high, or when it should have been high, considering the Namek had destroyed it, that he was too weak to stop himself. Of course after last night, losing control didn't seem like a terrible thought, Vegeta noted as he looked down at the woman sleeping peacefully on his chest.

He wanted more than anything to make a quiet escape. However, since he was still inside of her he couldn't hope to leave without notice. He frowned as he could feel himself already reacting to her naked figure. He had to admit he was more than impressed last night. In the few moments he had the ability to truly take in her appearance, he was more than daunted. He thought her gorgeous when he first saw her on Namek, but under these circumstances she was more than even that, she was breathtaking.

Vegeta's thoughts were suddenly interrupted when his hardening seemed to disturb her comfortable sleep. "Vegeta?" Bulma moaned rather muffled. "If you don't get separate yourself from me, I'm never going to be able to walk again."

Vegeta chuckled at her drowsy state as he rolled her to his side, and with surprising gentleness pulled himself out of her. Bulma moaned as the move was less than enjoyable, but she was relieved nonetheless to be able to close her legs once again. "I suppose it's too much to hope you'd go make breakfast."

Vegeta released an insulted scoff as he slowly pulled himself out of bed. He was not exactly in the best shape himself after last night's events, but he would quickly recover from whatever muscular soreness he was suffering. "You have an hour before I expect my meal prepared," he said in a demanding tone.

Bulma laughed as she shifted so her back was facing him. "Oh Vegeta, I'm so glad you're not one of those men who actually treat the woman they are fucking with respect."

"No need to be vulgar woman," Vegeta smirked as he grabbed his training shorts and threw them on her tired figure. "Wash those as well."

Bulma rolled back over as she picked up the shorts and glared at her bed partner. "Of course 'benevolent master.' Please, if there is anything else you could use me for to make your amazingly difficult life more manageable, please let me know." she hissed, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Vegeta, however, only found her words hardening him further. He quickly walked back to the bed as he pinned Bulma beneath him. "Rest up woman," he purred as he quickly bit her nose, "I will be back tonight and you had better be able to go longer."

With that thought, Vegeta was out of the room in less than the blink of an eye, leaving Bulma hot and unfulfilled. 'Damn him,' she hissed as she started to move out of bed. 'On second thought, maybe not.' Her soreness stopped her right in her tracks as she dropped back against the mattress. 'Maybe I will rest a little more. After all, he will be back tonight,' she thought excitedly as she allowed sleep to overpower her once more. Tonight was going to be another ball game.

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Author's Note: All right, the rut has begun! And it seems the pair have an agreement as to what is expected, or not expected of each other. Will that change? And how will things go the next night? Find out in the next chapter…