Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Forbidden ❯ Chapter 8
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Ok, this beginning part is very much a lemon. If you don’t like lemons well… why are you reading my stuff? It’s about all I write lol. But just in case, you can scroll down to next part. Though that part is a bit spicy too soo…. Maybe the part after that?
I don’t own DBZ. Any questions?
Vegeta took another swig of his beer only to find it empty. He glared at the bottle as if it was empty on purpose to piss him off. Stumbling to his feet, Vegeta went to the fridge for another beer. He pulled one out, and took a long swig, falling against the counter. He couldn’t stop thinking about Bulma. She had grown in to the most amazing woman. She looked perfect; she was smart, strong, and an amazing runner. Vegeta groaned as he felt himself harden. When she was running this morning, all alone in that earlier morning light, the way her body moved, Vegeta felt something primal come over him. He wanted to chase her, force her down and have his way with her. Vegeta groaned again and made his way over to the couch. His erection made it difficult to walk so he just sprawled over it, one leg on the ground, the other propped up.
Vegeta thought about Bulma in his class. Whenever she wasn’t looking, he couldn’t stop staring. Her hair was usually pulled back into a braid but the other day she had undone it walking in and the scent nearly drove Vegeta to his knees. He watched from the corner of his eyes as she ran her fingers threw her hair, untangling her braid, leaving soft waves behind. All Vegeta wanted to do right then was gather fists of it and inhale, lay her down on it like a bed and make love to her until she cried out his name over and over and over again.
Vegeta hissed as his erection became painful. He had to relieve himself or he’d rip something. Vegeta chugged the last of his beer, dropped the bottle to the floor, and then eased his shorts down over his aching member. Vegeta closed his eyes and started to stroke. He began thinking about the dream he had years ago. Bulma on her knees, her mouth around his cock. Licking the cum off her mouth, crawling towards him. Vegeta groaned and stoked faster. He started fantasizing.
Bulma standing before Vegeta in the class room wearing a short red plaid skirt, a blue midriff button up sweater, and white thigh highs. Her hair was in her braid and as she licked her lips, she untangled her braid. Vegeta growled and grabbed Bulma by her perfect bottom, lifting her onto his desk. He ground into her as he ravished her mouth. Reaching a hand under her skirt he felt, nothing. She was panty less and wet and warm. Vegeta plunged two fingers into her wetness, swallowing her screams. He fingered her, over and over again, making her writhe and squirm. Her hands were tangled in his hair, pulling and pushing. He began to play with her most sensitive part when BANG BANG BANG!
Vegeta shot up, falling off his couch. There was another knock at the door.
“Shit! What the fuck?” Vegeta swore, trying to get his member back into his shorts. It was damn near impossible with how hard he was. “What do you want?” he growled.
“Vegeta? Its Jen,” Vegeta girlfriend called out. “Is everything ok?” Vegeta swore again and started grabbing all the beer bottles he could.
“Yeah I’ll be- hold on just one sec.” Vegeta threw the bottles into the trash and ran to the door, he looked down at himself to see if he had gone down any. He hadn’t. Fuck. Vegeta threw open the door. Jennifer stood there, wide eyed, hand up to knock again. Vegeta looked her up and down. She was wearing a shortish skirt and a simple cami. She obviously came to have fun. It may not have been exactly who he wanted right now but he would take who he could get.
Jennifer waved a hand in front of Vegeta’s face. “Hello?” Vegeta grabbed Jennifer, slammed the door shut and threw her against the wall. “Wha-?
Vegeta kissed her hard, his tongue mimicking the actions his hips were making. Vegeta roughly lifted her skirt, ripping part, in attempt to get to her underwear. Finding them, he grabbed the side and ripped them away. Jennifer gave a little scream that was swallowed since Vegeta mouth was still on her. He grabbed her, picked her up, yanked his cock out, and slammed into her. Tears came to her eyes as her body wasn’t quite prepared. Vegeta kept thrusting and Jennifer ripped her mouth away. “Vegeta! Kami damnit, shit!”
Vegeta growled. He didn’t want her to speak. When he looked at her face, it wasn’t the face he wanted. Vegeta dropped Jennifer and she fell to her knees. He pushed her down further, and knelt behind her. He lined up his cock with her hole and slid home. Jennifer arched her head and hissed at the sensations. Vegeta grabbed her hair and began pounding away, pulling her hair, imagining it was blue, and grunting. After a few short minutes, Jennifer shuddered and tightened as she came. Not being able to hold it back any longer, Vegeta gave a few short pumps, pulled out, and threw his head back. “Oh Kami Bu-oh shit!”
Vegeta finished and fell forward, leaning on his arms so he wouldn’t crush the blonde. They both rested a minute, trying to get their breath back. Jennifer spoke first. “Well…. That was, unexpected,” she panted.
Vegeta looked down at her, and then pushes himself to his feet. Jennifer turned around with a confused look on her face. “Vegeta?”
“I have to take a shower. Um,” Vegeta turned away. “I have to be at school early for a track practice. And I have had a really long day, so I’m sorry, but tonight’s not a good night.” Vegeta helped Jennifer to her knees and checked her over to make sure she was presentable. He then bent down and picked up the torn panties. “Um, here.”
Jennifer stared at Vegeta in shock. She took the panties and allowed him to basically push her out the door. When he shut the door in her face, she walked away to her car, still in shock.
Vegeta watched his girlfriend walk away through the peep hole then locked the door. He sighed, and leaned against it. When he looked down, he saw cum all over his shorts and on the carpet. He ignored it, slipped off his pants and headed to the shower, feeling disgusted with himself.
“Repunzel, Repunzel, let down your long hair,” Yamcha said behind her. Bulma gave him a small smile in the mirror at the joke and kept brushing. “Doesn’t all that hair ever bother you?”
Bulma shrugged. “Honestly I’m so used to it by now I don’t really mind.”
Yamcha picked up a piece and began to play with it. “Ever thought about cutting it?”
Bulma firmly pulled her hair out of his hands. “No. Look, why don’t you head to bed? I have to finish brushing and drying and treating my hair and then I have to braid it. It may take a while.”
“I don’t mind babe. But why not just put it into a big bun and take care of it in the morning?” Yamcha brushed her hair to the side to kiss her neck. “I’ve missed you.”
Bulma groaned. “Now Yamcha. I told you, I have track in the morning and I’m exhausted. If you want to go out tomorrow, I need sleep tonight ok? Just go to bed. I’ll be there when I can.” Yamcha pouted but did what Bulma asked. Bulma continued to attend her hair, brushing and drying it, then working a cream into every strand. After that she brushed it again until it shined and then she pulled it into a braid. Checking to make sure that every strand was pulled back, Bulma finally got up to go to bed. On the way she saw that it was after midnight. Bulma groaned silently and prayed that Yamcha was asleep. When she got under the covers her hand met flesh. A lot of flesh. “Yamcha! Are you naked?!”
Instead of answering, Yamcha tried to slide his hand into Bulma's shorts, wiggling his fingers. Bulma grabbed his hand and tried to push it away. Yamcha just pulled her closer to his naked body and tucked her against him, his hand still trying to get in to her pants. Bulma felt Yamcha harden with every struggle she made, fighting to get away. “Yamcha! You let go of me this instant!”
“Come on babe, just a little please. I’m so horny.” Yamcha nuzzled Bulma's neck.
“I said no Yamcha! Now get off of me or I will scream and never talk to you again!”
“Babe!” Yamcha whined at Bulma, but let go of her nonetheless. Bulma turned to yell at Yamcha when there was a knock on the door.
“Bulma? Sweetie, it’s your dad,” Bunny called through the door, making her voice muffled. Bulma leaped out of bed and tore the door open.
“What happened? Is he ok?” Bulma asked franticly.
“He had an episode. He’s ok now, but he’s asking for you.”
Bulma grabbed the robe hanging next to the door. “Sure mom not prob, I can go sit with him for a while. Bulma shut the door without a single backwards glance at Yamcha.
“Babe?”
Bulma swore some very vulgar things mentally. She had forgotten about Yamcha. She was too tired to fight him right now. “What Yamcha? I'm not in the mood.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I just wanted to apologize about earlier. I wasn’t thinking of you, only myself and I was being an insensitive asshole. Please forgive me?” Bulma could see Yamcha had thrown pants on and was sitting on the edge of the bed. Yamcha thought the silent Bulma was refusing to speak to him, since he couldn’t see her face in the dark. “Ok babe, I’ll go sleep on the couch.”
Yamcha stood up and Bulma groaned. “No its fine, you can stay. But as long as you promise to keep your hands to yourself. I have to get up in 3 hours. I need the sleep.”
Yamcha crossed his heart and smiled. Bulma smiled back sleepily, crawled into bed, and fell into oblivion.
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Ok, this beginning part is very much a lemon. If you don’t like lemons well… why are you reading my stuff? It’s about all I write lol. But just in case, you can scroll down to next part. Though that part is a bit spicy too soo…. Maybe the part after that?
I don’t own DBZ. Any questions?
Forbidden
*Chapter 8*Vegeta took another swig of his beer only to find it empty. He glared at the bottle as if it was empty on purpose to piss him off. Stumbling to his feet, Vegeta went to the fridge for another beer. He pulled one out, and took a long swig, falling against the counter. He couldn’t stop thinking about Bulma. She had grown in to the most amazing woman. She looked perfect; she was smart, strong, and an amazing runner. Vegeta groaned as he felt himself harden. When she was running this morning, all alone in that earlier morning light, the way her body moved, Vegeta felt something primal come over him. He wanted to chase her, force her down and have his way with her. Vegeta groaned again and made his way over to the couch. His erection made it difficult to walk so he just sprawled over it, one leg on the ground, the other propped up.
Vegeta thought about Bulma in his class. Whenever she wasn’t looking, he couldn’t stop staring. Her hair was usually pulled back into a braid but the other day she had undone it walking in and the scent nearly drove Vegeta to his knees. He watched from the corner of his eyes as she ran her fingers threw her hair, untangling her braid, leaving soft waves behind. All Vegeta wanted to do right then was gather fists of it and inhale, lay her down on it like a bed and make love to her until she cried out his name over and over and over again.
Vegeta hissed as his erection became painful. He had to relieve himself or he’d rip something. Vegeta chugged the last of his beer, dropped the bottle to the floor, and then eased his shorts down over his aching member. Vegeta closed his eyes and started to stroke. He began thinking about the dream he had years ago. Bulma on her knees, her mouth around his cock. Licking the cum off her mouth, crawling towards him. Vegeta groaned and stoked faster. He started fantasizing.
Bulma standing before Vegeta in the class room wearing a short red plaid skirt, a blue midriff button up sweater, and white thigh highs. Her hair was in her braid and as she licked her lips, she untangled her braid. Vegeta growled and grabbed Bulma by her perfect bottom, lifting her onto his desk. He ground into her as he ravished her mouth. Reaching a hand under her skirt he felt, nothing. She was panty less and wet and warm. Vegeta plunged two fingers into her wetness, swallowing her screams. He fingered her, over and over again, making her writhe and squirm. Her hands were tangled in his hair, pulling and pushing. He began to play with her most sensitive part when BANG BANG BANG!
Vegeta shot up, falling off his couch. There was another knock at the door.
“Shit! What the fuck?” Vegeta swore, trying to get his member back into his shorts. It was damn near impossible with how hard he was. “What do you want?” he growled.
“Vegeta? Its Jen,” Vegeta girlfriend called out. “Is everything ok?” Vegeta swore again and started grabbing all the beer bottles he could.
“Yeah I’ll be- hold on just one sec.” Vegeta threw the bottles into the trash and ran to the door, he looked down at himself to see if he had gone down any. He hadn’t. Fuck. Vegeta threw open the door. Jennifer stood there, wide eyed, hand up to knock again. Vegeta looked her up and down. She was wearing a shortish skirt and a simple cami. She obviously came to have fun. It may not have been exactly who he wanted right now but he would take who he could get.
Jennifer waved a hand in front of Vegeta’s face. “Hello?” Vegeta grabbed Jennifer, slammed the door shut and threw her against the wall. “Wha-?
Vegeta kissed her hard, his tongue mimicking the actions his hips were making. Vegeta roughly lifted her skirt, ripping part, in attempt to get to her underwear. Finding them, he grabbed the side and ripped them away. Jennifer gave a little scream that was swallowed since Vegeta mouth was still on her. He grabbed her, picked her up, yanked his cock out, and slammed into her. Tears came to her eyes as her body wasn’t quite prepared. Vegeta kept thrusting and Jennifer ripped her mouth away. “Vegeta! Kami damnit, shit!”
Vegeta growled. He didn’t want her to speak. When he looked at her face, it wasn’t the face he wanted. Vegeta dropped Jennifer and she fell to her knees. He pushed her down further, and knelt behind her. He lined up his cock with her hole and slid home. Jennifer arched her head and hissed at the sensations. Vegeta grabbed her hair and began pounding away, pulling her hair, imagining it was blue, and grunting. After a few short minutes, Jennifer shuddered and tightened as she came. Not being able to hold it back any longer, Vegeta gave a few short pumps, pulled out, and threw his head back. “Oh Kami Bu-oh shit!”
Vegeta finished and fell forward, leaning on his arms so he wouldn’t crush the blonde. They both rested a minute, trying to get their breath back. Jennifer spoke first. “Well…. That was, unexpected,” she panted.
Vegeta looked down at her, and then pushes himself to his feet. Jennifer turned around with a confused look on her face. “Vegeta?”
“I have to take a shower. Um,” Vegeta turned away. “I have to be at school early for a track practice. And I have had a really long day, so I’m sorry, but tonight’s not a good night.” Vegeta helped Jennifer to her knees and checked her over to make sure she was presentable. He then bent down and picked up the torn panties. “Um, here.”
Jennifer stared at Vegeta in shock. She took the panties and allowed him to basically push her out the door. When he shut the door in her face, she walked away to her car, still in shock.
Vegeta watched his girlfriend walk away through the peep hole then locked the door. He sighed, and leaned against it. When he looked down, he saw cum all over his shorts and on the carpet. He ignored it, slipped off his pants and headed to the shower, feeling disgusted with himself.
~Break~
Bulma sighed with relief as she slipped on her pajamas. She had just stepped out of a long hot shower that had done something to help ease the soreness of her body. She had run that morning, then track that night and she had it again in the morning. She sat down at her vanity and began to brush her long hair.“Repunzel, Repunzel, let down your long hair,” Yamcha said behind her. Bulma gave him a small smile in the mirror at the joke and kept brushing. “Doesn’t all that hair ever bother you?”
Bulma shrugged. “Honestly I’m so used to it by now I don’t really mind.”
Yamcha picked up a piece and began to play with it. “Ever thought about cutting it?”
Bulma firmly pulled her hair out of his hands. “No. Look, why don’t you head to bed? I have to finish brushing and drying and treating my hair and then I have to braid it. It may take a while.”
“I don’t mind babe. But why not just put it into a big bun and take care of it in the morning?” Yamcha brushed her hair to the side to kiss her neck. “I’ve missed you.”
Bulma groaned. “Now Yamcha. I told you, I have track in the morning and I’m exhausted. If you want to go out tomorrow, I need sleep tonight ok? Just go to bed. I’ll be there when I can.” Yamcha pouted but did what Bulma asked. Bulma continued to attend her hair, brushing and drying it, then working a cream into every strand. After that she brushed it again until it shined and then she pulled it into a braid. Checking to make sure that every strand was pulled back, Bulma finally got up to go to bed. On the way she saw that it was after midnight. Bulma groaned silently and prayed that Yamcha was asleep. When she got under the covers her hand met flesh. A lot of flesh. “Yamcha! Are you naked?!”
Instead of answering, Yamcha tried to slide his hand into Bulma's shorts, wiggling his fingers. Bulma grabbed his hand and tried to push it away. Yamcha just pulled her closer to his naked body and tucked her against him, his hand still trying to get in to her pants. Bulma felt Yamcha harden with every struggle she made, fighting to get away. “Yamcha! You let go of me this instant!”
“Come on babe, just a little please. I’m so horny.” Yamcha nuzzled Bulma's neck.
“I said no Yamcha! Now get off of me or I will scream and never talk to you again!”
“Babe!” Yamcha whined at Bulma, but let go of her nonetheless. Bulma turned to yell at Yamcha when there was a knock on the door.
“Bulma? Sweetie, it’s your dad,” Bunny called through the door, making her voice muffled. Bulma leaped out of bed and tore the door open.
“What happened? Is he ok?” Bulma asked franticly.
“He had an episode. He’s ok now, but he’s asking for you.”
Bulma grabbed the robe hanging next to the door. “Sure mom not prob, I can go sit with him for a while. Bulma shut the door without a single backwards glance at Yamcha.
~Break~
Bulma trudged into her room, practically sleep walking. She glanced at her clock and saw that it was two in the morning. “Oh Kami! I am going to be exhausted tomorrow.”“Babe?”
Bulma swore some very vulgar things mentally. She had forgotten about Yamcha. She was too tired to fight him right now. “What Yamcha? I'm not in the mood.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I just wanted to apologize about earlier. I wasn’t thinking of you, only myself and I was being an insensitive asshole. Please forgive me?” Bulma could see Yamcha had thrown pants on and was sitting on the edge of the bed. Yamcha thought the silent Bulma was refusing to speak to him, since he couldn’t see her face in the dark. “Ok babe, I’ll go sleep on the couch.”
Yamcha stood up and Bulma groaned. “No its fine, you can stay. But as long as you promise to keep your hands to yourself. I have to get up in 3 hours. I need the sleep.”
Yamcha crossed his heart and smiled. Bulma smiled back sleepily, crawled into bed, and fell into oblivion.
~Break~
*AN: Whew! That was a fun chapter. Poor Vegeta right? Or should I say “Poor Jennifer”. Vegeta seems like he’s losing his control. What’s going to happen next? Stay tuned!Converting /tmp/php1X2Pzf to /dev/stdout