Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Food Fetishes: Ice Cream Sundae ❯ Ice Cream Sundae ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: AJ Angelique 
Vegetta, Bulma and a ice cream Sunday...it's only to get messier from there...M/F
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Comedy | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 01.09.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 2.3K | Status: Completed
Vegetta, Bulma and a ice cream Sunday...it's only to get messier from there...M/F
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Comedy | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 01.09.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 2.3K | Status: Completed
Food Fetishes:
Ice Cream Sunday
Disclaimer: Dragonball Z and all related characters don't belong to me, and they never will. Ok? Great! :>
Rating: NC-17
This means that you have to be 17 or older to read this ficcie! Sorry kiddies, why don't you go watch Power Rangers, Sponge Bob or something?
Warning!
This story contains adult situations, nudity and sex. If you are offended by the act of a man and woman making love, I suggest you leave now with what little you have left of your fragile innocence, go outside and frolic in the flowers *big grin*
With that said and done, on with the show!
_______________________________________________________
Ice Cream Sundae
AJ Angelique
It was a beautiful sunny day at Capsule Corp and Vegetta had been training hard in the anti-gravity chamber for the better part of the day. It was sometime during the afternoon when he finally emerged, his skin tight blue work out suit torn here and there while at the same time soaked in sweat. Feeling grimy and hungry, the Saiyan prince made his way to the main building for some food and to clean up. He entered the large dome from the back entrance and made his way to the kitchen to appease his growling stomach. Along the way, he couldn't help but notice the unusual quite hum to the building and he raised an eyebrow at this. When he reached the kitchen, he found a lone robot doing the dishes.
"Where is everyone?" Vegetta demanded in his usual gruff voice and the robot turned its head all the way around to face him as it continued to do the dishes. At the same time, Vegetta approached the fridge and opened it to see what he could easily just grab and eat.
"Dr. and Mrs. Briefs have gone out for a romantic evening and Bulma has been locked up in her lab for quite some time now," the robot said.
"I see," Vegetta replied as he looked through the fridge. There was a variety of things he could just slap together and there were left overs he could just heat up but he didn't want to waste the effort. So he closed the fridge and opened the freezer on top to look through the cold oddities until his eyes found the vanilla ice cream. His sweet tooth took control at that moment and he grabbed the plastic container. He placed it on the counter as he closed the freezer and then opened the fridge again to fish out the chocolate sauce and whip cream. Once he found a suitable bowl and scooper, it didn't take Vegetta long to put together the sweet concoction that we call a Sundae. Yet once he had created it, he didn't bother to put all the fixings away.
"Mr. Vegetta!" the robot scolded as the prince walked away from the counter.
"What?" Vegetta asked around a spoonful of ice cream, not seeing what it was he had done wrong. The robot then tsked several times before abandoning the dishes to clean up after Vegetta.
"I'm going to take a shower," Vegetta then proclaimed in his usually stately manor as he put the bowl down on the island.
"Yes Mr. Vegetta," the robot said as it cleaned up his mess. Vegetta smirked at this as his stripped off all of his things.
"Make sure that these things get washed," the prince said and left everything in a pile on a floor before he retrieved his bowl of ice cream. Confused, the robot looked up to see what he was talking about only to be surprised by a very naked Saiyan.
"Mr. Vegetta!" the robot exclaimed, obviously freaking out. Vegetta just laughed and walked out of the room, as naked as the day he was born as he continued to eat his ice cream. He was half way through his ice cream and half way to the showers when he crossed paths with Bulma. She wasn't in her lab as the robot had said but she came out of a random room with a tool in hand that was two doors ahead of Vegetta. The two stopped in their tracks when Bulma turned to her right and the two were face to face.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Bulma demanded as she placed her hands on her hips.
"Eating," Vegetta said smugly.
"Duh! I mean..." she gestured with her hands at his nakedness, "THIS!"
"I'm heading for the showers. What does it look like I'm doing?"
"You're naked!" Bulma nearly screeched.
"Woman, you're parents are out and we're the only ones here. Unless the walls suddenly turn to glass, I don't think anyone else is going to see me," Vegetta said as he ate another scoop of his sundae. Without another word, Vegetta continued on his way and he didn't let Bulma stand in his way. Bulma stepped to the right and glared at the Saiyan, as he didn't even bat an eyelash at her. Disgruntled, Bulma followed Vegetta as he led the way to the nearest bathroom and she followed him right into it.
Like the other rooms, it was white. Ten feet long by eight feet wide and nine feet tall, it had a two sink counter with silver faucets and single length mirror that reached all the way up to the ceiling that was all to the left of the room. Across from it was a toilet and a spa bath that was big enough for two. Yet Vegetta's attentions were focused on the standing shower on the other end of the room, which was walled off by eight foot tall frosted glass walls held up by metal fittings. Vegetta noted that he hadn't finished his ice cream so he placed it on the counter by the second sink.
"Ah hem!" Bulma went. Vegetta stopped once more and turned around to look at her as he raised his eyebrow.
"Aren't you going to finish that?" she demanded as she crossed her arms. He looked at the bowl and then he looked at her. He picked up the bowl and then looked at her with a grin that made her uneasy. As he held the bowl in his right hand, he dipped the index finger up his left hand on the soupy mess as he approached Bulma. Before she could stop him, he swiped the finger down her left check and left a streak of chocolate sauce and vanilla ice cream. Bulma gasped in shock at what he had done and was about to yell at him when he dumped the whole bowl on top of her head.
"There, it's gone," Vegetta said as turned his back on a very shocked Bulma as her jaw dropped.
"Well, are you joining me or not?" Vegetta asked as he opened the door to the shower. Bulma's shock was washed away by anger as she grumbled under breath and removed her cloths. Vegetta merely snickered as he stepped into the shower and turned the water on, getting it the right temperature as Bulma removed the last of her clothing. Vegetta stepped in front of the showerhead and closed his eyes as he let the warm water fall down his sweat-coated skin.
"You mind sharing?" Bulma asked with a glare as she stepped into the shower and closed the door behind herself. Vegetta merely glanced at her over his shoulder before he stepped aside and allowed her turn for the showerhead. As she stepped under the war running water, Vegetta turned his attention to the in line shelves in the wall that held an assortment of soaps, shampoos and conditioners. It didn't take him long to find one that he liked and he poured a decent sized glob of gel in his hand before he turned back to Bulma. With her back still to him, Vegetta approached the Bulma and lathered the shampoo into her turquoise hair to wash away the mess he had had caused.
"Why must we fight so much?" she asked as she enjoyed the feeling of his fingers rubbing against her scalp.
"It keeps things interesting," Vegetta replied with a grin tucked in the corner of his mouth. Bulma turned her face to look at him and was surprised when he leaned forward and licked away the remains of the ice cream smear from her face. Bulma moaned lightly as the friction of his tongue went up her face and ended at her ear where he gently took her lobe in his teeth and nibbled on the flesh ever so lightly. Bulma melted at this tender attention as another low moan drew itself from her throat, which caused a grin to tuck itself in the corner of Vegetta's mouth. Bulma was the one to end the nibbling as she turned all the way around to face him. Gently, she placed her hands upon his chest and trailed the tip of her tongue across his slick chest, as she tasted both water and the salty sweat that clung to his skin. Bulma wrinkled her nose slightly at this and she turned her face away from his body and towards the rack of soaps.
With soap in hand, the couple proceeded to wash each other off as they licked and kissed each part of their bodies as they became clean. Needless to say that when this happens, fingers do go into the most interesting places that when the right friction is placed upon it produces a most pleasurable feeling. Before she knew it, Bulma found herself in the arms of the Saiyan prince as his hands were seemingly all over her body. At least, that's what it felt like to her as she had her eyes closed and her breath was coming out in short heavy pants that just barely added to the heat of the water that ran down their naked bodies. The reality of the matter was that while the fingers of his right hand were buried in her pussy his left hand tended to her right breast as it kneaded the flesh and rolled the taunt little nipple around in his thumb and forefinger.
The ministrations upon her body caused waves of pleasure to ripple through her body and Bulma could feel herself slowly approaching an orgasm. Yet before she could obtain her release, Vegetta stopped everything he was doing and released his hold on her. Bulma became seriously irritated by this and opened her eyes as she furrowed her eyebrows out of frustration. She was about to open her mouth to voice these feelings but she never had the chance to speak for in the blink of an eye she was forced over to the wall and her back hit it with a wet smack. As this happened, her mouth opened slightly in a silent gasp and Vegetta leaned down as he claimed her mouth with his own in a fierce kiss and placed his hands upon her hips.
Bulma moaned into the kiss as their tongues clashed and she closed her eyes once again. As she melted into the rough kiss, Bulma vaguely felt her legs being parted and his hands slip down her hips only to cup under the buns of her buttocks. She just began to open her eyes when Vegetta lifted her up and plunged himself into her with a single thrust. Bulma gasped into the kiss as she wrapped her arms around her lover and buried his entire length within her. Though the feeling of him inside of her caused her pleasure it barely caused her any pain, as this wasn't the first time they had been together. Something that was proven by the bite mark on Bulma's shoulder.
Once inside of her though, he began the task of pulling himself nearly out before thrusting right back into her in an upward motion at a fast and steady pace. Bulma moaned once again as his thrusts produced more waves of pleasure in her body and she wrapped her legs around his hips. Their kiss soon ended though as primal moans and groans clawed their way up from their throats and out of their mouths. As the two swam in the stormy sea of pleasure, Bulma continued to hold onto Vegetta as if her very life depended upon it and she rested her head against the wall as he loomed over her and claimed her bared neck with his mouth as he roughly licked the bite mark with his tongue and felt her rapid pulse beneath the thin layer of skin.
Finally, the two lovers reached their climax and came together in a mind blinding orgasm. Vegetta gave one last deep thrust and sank his teeth into Bulma's pale flesh as his hot seed raced forth from his member and pooled in her unprotected womb. Bulma came with a strangled cry as she attempted to speak her name as the rush of pleasure, the heat and the pain she felt all at once overwhelmed her. Their bodies locked up in this position and the two remained like this for a moment as the orgasm ran its course. But a couple heartbeats later the two soon relaxed and Bulma continued to hold onto Vegetta as she caught her breath and he carefully licked at the fresh bite mark on her shoulder.
Before long, Vegetta detached himself from Bulma and placed her feet back upon the wet floor of the shower but she refused to let go of him due to a silent fear that her legs may give out if she does. Though slightly irritated by this, Vegetta doesn't voice his complaint and allowed her to hold him as she rested the right side of her face against his chest and she listened to his heartbeat. As she did so, she began to wonder if her heart beat at the same rhythm as his since they had first made love. Yet she didn't give voice to this question, as she was just content to stand there and continue to listen to his heartbeat as he held her back in return.
END
Ice Cream Sunday
Disclaimer: Dragonball Z and all related characters don't belong to me, and they never will. Ok? Great! :>
Rating: NC-17
This means that you have to be 17 or older to read this ficcie! Sorry kiddies, why don't you go watch Power Rangers, Sponge Bob or something?
Warning!
This story contains adult situations, nudity and sex. If you are offended by the act of a man and woman making love, I suggest you leave now with what little you have left of your fragile innocence, go outside and frolic in the flowers *big grin*
With that said and done, on with the show!
_______________________________________________________
Ice Cream Sundae
AJ Angelique
It was a beautiful sunny day at Capsule Corp and Vegetta had been training hard in the anti-gravity chamber for the better part of the day. It was sometime during the afternoon when he finally emerged, his skin tight blue work out suit torn here and there while at the same time soaked in sweat. Feeling grimy and hungry, the Saiyan prince made his way to the main building for some food and to clean up. He entered the large dome from the back entrance and made his way to the kitchen to appease his growling stomach. Along the way, he couldn't help but notice the unusual quite hum to the building and he raised an eyebrow at this. When he reached the kitchen, he found a lone robot doing the dishes.
"Where is everyone?" Vegetta demanded in his usual gruff voice and the robot turned its head all the way around to face him as it continued to do the dishes. At the same time, Vegetta approached the fridge and opened it to see what he could easily just grab and eat.
"Dr. and Mrs. Briefs have gone out for a romantic evening and Bulma has been locked up in her lab for quite some time now," the robot said.
"I see," Vegetta replied as he looked through the fridge. There was a variety of things he could just slap together and there were left overs he could just heat up but he didn't want to waste the effort. So he closed the fridge and opened the freezer on top to look through the cold oddities until his eyes found the vanilla ice cream. His sweet tooth took control at that moment and he grabbed the plastic container. He placed it on the counter as he closed the freezer and then opened the fridge again to fish out the chocolate sauce and whip cream. Once he found a suitable bowl and scooper, it didn't take Vegetta long to put together the sweet concoction that we call a Sundae. Yet once he had created it, he didn't bother to put all the fixings away.
"Mr. Vegetta!" the robot scolded as the prince walked away from the counter.
"What?" Vegetta asked around a spoonful of ice cream, not seeing what it was he had done wrong. The robot then tsked several times before abandoning the dishes to clean up after Vegetta.
"I'm going to take a shower," Vegetta then proclaimed in his usually stately manor as he put the bowl down on the island.
"Yes Mr. Vegetta," the robot said as it cleaned up his mess. Vegetta smirked at this as his stripped off all of his things.
"Make sure that these things get washed," the prince said and left everything in a pile on a floor before he retrieved his bowl of ice cream. Confused, the robot looked up to see what he was talking about only to be surprised by a very naked Saiyan.
"Mr. Vegetta!" the robot exclaimed, obviously freaking out. Vegetta just laughed and walked out of the room, as naked as the day he was born as he continued to eat his ice cream. He was half way through his ice cream and half way to the showers when he crossed paths with Bulma. She wasn't in her lab as the robot had said but she came out of a random room with a tool in hand that was two doors ahead of Vegetta. The two stopped in their tracks when Bulma turned to her right and the two were face to face.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Bulma demanded as she placed her hands on her hips.
"Eating," Vegetta said smugly.
"Duh! I mean..." she gestured with her hands at his nakedness, "THIS!"
"I'm heading for the showers. What does it look like I'm doing?"
"You're naked!" Bulma nearly screeched.
"Woman, you're parents are out and we're the only ones here. Unless the walls suddenly turn to glass, I don't think anyone else is going to see me," Vegetta said as he ate another scoop of his sundae. Without another word, Vegetta continued on his way and he didn't let Bulma stand in his way. Bulma stepped to the right and glared at the Saiyan, as he didn't even bat an eyelash at her. Disgruntled, Bulma followed Vegetta as he led the way to the nearest bathroom and she followed him right into it.
Like the other rooms, it was white. Ten feet long by eight feet wide and nine feet tall, it had a two sink counter with silver faucets and single length mirror that reached all the way up to the ceiling that was all to the left of the room. Across from it was a toilet and a spa bath that was big enough for two. Yet Vegetta's attentions were focused on the standing shower on the other end of the room, which was walled off by eight foot tall frosted glass walls held up by metal fittings. Vegetta noted that he hadn't finished his ice cream so he placed it on the counter by the second sink.
"Ah hem!" Bulma went. Vegetta stopped once more and turned around to look at her as he raised his eyebrow.
"Aren't you going to finish that?" she demanded as she crossed her arms. He looked at the bowl and then he looked at her. He picked up the bowl and then looked at her with a grin that made her uneasy. As he held the bowl in his right hand, he dipped the index finger up his left hand on the soupy mess as he approached Bulma. Before she could stop him, he swiped the finger down her left check and left a streak of chocolate sauce and vanilla ice cream. Bulma gasped in shock at what he had done and was about to yell at him when he dumped the whole bowl on top of her head.
"There, it's gone," Vegetta said as turned his back on a very shocked Bulma as her jaw dropped.
"Well, are you joining me or not?" Vegetta asked as he opened the door to the shower. Bulma's shock was washed away by anger as she grumbled under breath and removed her cloths. Vegetta merely snickered as he stepped into the shower and turned the water on, getting it the right temperature as Bulma removed the last of her clothing. Vegetta stepped in front of the showerhead and closed his eyes as he let the warm water fall down his sweat-coated skin.
"You mind sharing?" Bulma asked with a glare as she stepped into the shower and closed the door behind herself. Vegetta merely glanced at her over his shoulder before he stepped aside and allowed her turn for the showerhead. As she stepped under the war running water, Vegetta turned his attention to the in line shelves in the wall that held an assortment of soaps, shampoos and conditioners. It didn't take him long to find one that he liked and he poured a decent sized glob of gel in his hand before he turned back to Bulma. With her back still to him, Vegetta approached the Bulma and lathered the shampoo into her turquoise hair to wash away the mess he had had caused.
"Why must we fight so much?" she asked as she enjoyed the feeling of his fingers rubbing against her scalp.
"It keeps things interesting," Vegetta replied with a grin tucked in the corner of his mouth. Bulma turned her face to look at him and was surprised when he leaned forward and licked away the remains of the ice cream smear from her face. Bulma moaned lightly as the friction of his tongue went up her face and ended at her ear where he gently took her lobe in his teeth and nibbled on the flesh ever so lightly. Bulma melted at this tender attention as another low moan drew itself from her throat, which caused a grin to tuck itself in the corner of Vegetta's mouth. Bulma was the one to end the nibbling as she turned all the way around to face him. Gently, she placed her hands upon his chest and trailed the tip of her tongue across his slick chest, as she tasted both water and the salty sweat that clung to his skin. Bulma wrinkled her nose slightly at this and she turned her face away from his body and towards the rack of soaps.
With soap in hand, the couple proceeded to wash each other off as they licked and kissed each part of their bodies as they became clean. Needless to say that when this happens, fingers do go into the most interesting places that when the right friction is placed upon it produces a most pleasurable feeling. Before she knew it, Bulma found herself in the arms of the Saiyan prince as his hands were seemingly all over her body. At least, that's what it felt like to her as she had her eyes closed and her breath was coming out in short heavy pants that just barely added to the heat of the water that ran down their naked bodies. The reality of the matter was that while the fingers of his right hand were buried in her pussy his left hand tended to her right breast as it kneaded the flesh and rolled the taunt little nipple around in his thumb and forefinger.
The ministrations upon her body caused waves of pleasure to ripple through her body and Bulma could feel herself slowly approaching an orgasm. Yet before she could obtain her release, Vegetta stopped everything he was doing and released his hold on her. Bulma became seriously irritated by this and opened her eyes as she furrowed her eyebrows out of frustration. She was about to open her mouth to voice these feelings but she never had the chance to speak for in the blink of an eye she was forced over to the wall and her back hit it with a wet smack. As this happened, her mouth opened slightly in a silent gasp and Vegetta leaned down as he claimed her mouth with his own in a fierce kiss and placed his hands upon her hips.
Bulma moaned into the kiss as their tongues clashed and she closed her eyes once again. As she melted into the rough kiss, Bulma vaguely felt her legs being parted and his hands slip down her hips only to cup under the buns of her buttocks. She just began to open her eyes when Vegetta lifted her up and plunged himself into her with a single thrust. Bulma gasped into the kiss as she wrapped her arms around her lover and buried his entire length within her. Though the feeling of him inside of her caused her pleasure it barely caused her any pain, as this wasn't the first time they had been together. Something that was proven by the bite mark on Bulma's shoulder.
Once inside of her though, he began the task of pulling himself nearly out before thrusting right back into her in an upward motion at a fast and steady pace. Bulma moaned once again as his thrusts produced more waves of pleasure in her body and she wrapped her legs around his hips. Their kiss soon ended though as primal moans and groans clawed their way up from their throats and out of their mouths. As the two swam in the stormy sea of pleasure, Bulma continued to hold onto Vegetta as if her very life depended upon it and she rested her head against the wall as he loomed over her and claimed her bared neck with his mouth as he roughly licked the bite mark with his tongue and felt her rapid pulse beneath the thin layer of skin.
Finally, the two lovers reached their climax and came together in a mind blinding orgasm. Vegetta gave one last deep thrust and sank his teeth into Bulma's pale flesh as his hot seed raced forth from his member and pooled in her unprotected womb. Bulma came with a strangled cry as she attempted to speak her name as the rush of pleasure, the heat and the pain she felt all at once overwhelmed her. Their bodies locked up in this position and the two remained like this for a moment as the orgasm ran its course. But a couple heartbeats later the two soon relaxed and Bulma continued to hold onto Vegetta as she caught her breath and he carefully licked at the fresh bite mark on her shoulder.
Before long, Vegetta detached himself from Bulma and placed her feet back upon the wet floor of the shower but she refused to let go of him due to a silent fear that her legs may give out if she does. Though slightly irritated by this, Vegetta doesn't voice his complaint and allowed her to hold him as she rested the right side of her face against his chest and she listened to his heartbeat. As she did so, she began to wonder if her heart beat at the same rhythm as his since they had first made love. Yet she didn't give voice to this question, as she was just content to stand there and continue to listen to his heartbeat as he held her back in return.
END