Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Forbidden ❯ Chapter 11

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

*AN: Ok guys, gals and those who have yet to make up their mind, another chapter. So I’m hoping that if you like it you’ll encourage me to continue and update. And like most writers, I’m a desperate needy person so please for that love of (insert deity and and/or superstition) REVIEW!!!

Sorry it’s been a bit since I posted. I was stuck on my new story and life got in the way. My bad!

Ok not much to say other then, this whole chapter is basically lemon. Lemon lemon lemon. There are important parts but honestly, most of it is just pure sexual gratification.  Yay! Enjoy!

I don’t own DBZ. Any questions?
*Chapter 11*
Vegeta picked Bulma up, his lips still locked to hers. His tongue lapped at her mouth, tasting how sweet it was, nibbling at her lips. Every moan that escaped he devoured like a starving man. He ran his tongue over her teeth, growling when she bit down gently and sucked on the end. Vegeta tore one arm away from her waist to grab the blanket off the edge of the couch and toss it on the floor. He then tore his mouth away from Bulma's, gently placed her on her feet and then took a step back. She opened her eyes with a frightened look in them. “Vegeta?”

“I’ve waited years for this Bulma. I’m not going to just push you up against the wall and be done.” Vegeta’s voice was husky from need. He kept his eyes on Bulma's and peeled his shirt over his head letting it drop to the floor with a soft slither. He smirked to himself as her eyes turned from a soft cerulean to a deep navy from lust. He slowly moved his hands down his body to his belt, every move deliberate and precise. When he jerked the buckle out of the strap, he watched her throat move to swallow. When he unzipped his pants and hooked his thumbs in his underwear and pants, she bit her lip. Her breathing became heavy when he pushed his bottoms down over his hips, then past his member, allowing its hardness to spring free, then dropped them to the floor. He stepped forward again, leaving a hair's breadth between him and Bulma, whose eyes were on his chest. Vegeta grasped some of her hair and brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply. He leaned forward, whispering in her ear, “I want to lick, kiss, suck, touch, and feel every inch of your body. I want to have your naked body pressed up against mine. I want to see what your naked body looks like on that beautiful hair of yours. And I want to make love to you until you scream my name over and over again.”

Shivers ran down Bulma's back with every word Vegeta’s husky voice spoke in her ear. Her hands shook as she placed them on his chest to support herself. Smooth skin over hard muscles played out under Bulma's fingers. Taking a deep breath, Bulma trailed her fingers downward, running her fingers over Vegeta’s hard nipples, pulling a soft groan from his throat. Bulma snatch her hands back as if she had burned them and started to take a step back but Vegeta’s arm around her waist stopped her. He pulled her closed, letting her feel what she was doing to him. His hands met bare skin as they slid up under her shirt, pulling it up as he dragged his hands up. Bulma raised her arms and Vegeta lifted the shirt up past her breast and to her head. He stopped with pulling her shirt, trapping her arms above her head, leaving her mouth exposed. Vegeta ran his tongue along Bulma's bottom lip, capturing it in his teeth, tugging and licking. Bulma moaned, her body pressing against Vegeta’s flesh meeting flesh. Vegeta all but ripped the shirt off and laid Bulma back down on the blanket, the fire dancing shadows across their bodies. Tearing his mouth away from Bulma's, Vegeta began a trail of kisses down her neck and chest, his hands molding the beautiful mounds of creamy flesh. Bulma arched her back as he took one delicate pink nipple in his mouth, trailing lazy circles around the tip before sucking gently. Vegeta moved his mouth away, continuing his trail of kisses downward, licking and nipping at the hollow of her stomach. Reaching the stretchy material of her bottoms, Vegeta curled his fingers around the edges and eased them off of her hips, touching every bit of skin he could as he pulled the shorts over her feet, dropping them to the ground. Leaning back on his heels, Vegeta took a look. The fire caused shadows to play across the pale skin making it look cream and pinks laid out on a blanket of blue. Bulma's eyes were open and were watching his move over her body, one arm tossed above her head the other over her mouth. Her chest was heaving up and down, as if she couldn’t catch her breath enough, perfect creamy breasts, which filled his hand so well, topped with its pink tip, puckered from the cold air. His eyes moved south to her toned flat stomach, that was just above the swell of her hips and bottom that he had yet to lay eyes on bare but he knew was just as perfect as the rest of her. And then there, just in front of him, a blue thatch of curly hair, Vegeta groaned. “Kami, how can one woman be so perfect?” He whispered.

Bulma smiled gently and held out her arms and Vegeta didn’t waste any time. Gently opening her legs to fit his hips, Vegeta went to her open arms, kissing and nipping at her neck. He nibbled at her ear, while grinding his hips against her nether region. He could tell she wanted him as much as he wanted her. She was so wet for him. “I can’t wait any more Bulma,” Vegeta groaned in to Bulma's neck.

“Then don’t,” Bulma said, sounding just as desperate.

“Next time, I promise, I make it up to you. I’ll give you more, but right now I just need to be inside of you!” Vegeta said as he reached down lining himself up. Bulma wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled his hips towards hers, making eager sounds. Not being able to wait a moment longer, Vegeta thrust his hips forward, all the way, past her barrier.

Bulma bit her lip to keep from screaming, and buried her face in Vegeta’s shoulder, frozen from the pain. Vegeta too was frozen, from shock. “Bulma?! Wh-? Kami! I’m your first!” Vegeta tried to pull himself away from the blue haired girl but she clung too tightly. He felt wetness forming at his neck. Vegeta stroked Bulma's hair and held her. “Lil Bit! Why didn’t you just say so?!”

“I thought you wouldn’t take me. You would have just used it as an excuse,” Bulma's muffed voice said.

“Do you want to stop?”

Bulma laid back and wiggled her hips, which sent waves of pleasure through Vegeta. She gave a shy smile and moved her hips up wards. “It doesn’t hurt anymore. As a matter of fact,” Bulma clenched the walls surrounding Vegeta’s member making him twitch, as she bit her lip. “It, uh really doesn’t hurt at all any more Geta.”

Vegeta groaned and gently moved his hips forward, meeting Bulma's upward thrust. Vegeta rose up on to his forearms so he could look down on Bulma's face while making love to her. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed and her lip was in her teeth. Vegeta leaned forward. “Let go. I want to hear you scream,” Vegeta whispered.

Bulma clawed at the air behind her, Vegeta’s named ripped from her throat. He slid his hands under her bottom and lifted, allowing him deeper access to her warmth. Bulma slammed one arm beneath her to keep balance and the other found her breast, kneading and pinching the tip. Vegeta could feel himself on the edge. He was losing control fast. He reach a hand between their bodies and found Bulma's pleasure spot and began stroking it, causing Bulma to writhe and buck on the floor, chanting his name over and over again like a prayer. As she crashed, Vegeta lost control and with one final thrust, he spent himself inside of her and collapsed, just barely managing to land next to Bulma, his arm slung over her stomach passively.

Bulma laid on the blanket and tried to catch her breath. The stars were already fading fortunately, but with that, the pain was coming. She turned her head to meet onyx eyes staring intently at her. “Hi,” she said softly.

Vegeta rolled on to his side and pulled Bulma closer, touching his forehead to hers. “Hi. I didn’t hurt you too much did I?”

“No.” Bulma smiled brightly. “It was amazing. I’m glad it was you.”

Vegeta raised himself up on his elbow. “It wasn’t my best. Next time I’ll show you better. But I have to say, I am surprised you were a virgin. I thought even if Yamcha hadn’t there would be tons of guys knocking at the door.” Bulma raised her eyebrow. “Wait, no! I didn’t mean that. I meant that well you’re very beautiful and-”

“I chose to wait,” Bulma interrupted Vegeta. She kissed him gently. “I have been in love with you for years and as silly as it sounds, I think that’s why I have waited. I never gave up the hope that I would find you again.”

Vegeta stared at Bulma in shock. “Bulma, I… I don’t know what-”

“Shhhh. I’m not expecting anything in return. It probably wasn’t very fair to put that out there, but I wanted you to know that I’m not just some girl with a silly infatuation. I love you Vegeta Oji. Always have, always will.”

Vegeta waited a beat before standing up, scooping Bulma up with him. Bulma laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck tightly.

“Where are we going?” she asked giggling.

“Bath. I want to get you cleaned up and healed. You, my Lil Bit, are in for a long night.”

“I’ll finish cleaning up in here, you head on in to my room and head to bed. I’ll be there in a minute. It’s right across the hall.”

Bulma pushed open the door Vegeta had indicated from the bathroom where he was cleaning up from their “cleaning” antics. Not a lot of cleaning, and more of Bulma showing Vegeta what skills she had acquired to “protect” her virginity.  When Bulma stepped inside the room, she could see the walls were painted a deep blue with white and gold accents. The bed took center stage, filling most of the room. The King bed was neatly made up in black sheets with pillows the color of the room accenting it. Cold air from the fan on the ceiling made Bulma shiver and crawl onto the bed.

“Well, now that’s a sight that I have dreamed about many time’s but never thought I would ever see,” Vegeta’s voice came from the doorway. Bulma looked over her shoulder with a saucy look and wiggled her bottom. Vegeta was at the bed in seconds flat and was bent over Bulma's back his hand twisted in her hair. “Don’t do that unless you mean it.”

Bulma looked back at Vegeta and simply put a hand between her legs. When she pulled her hand away, it was glistening, and she took a lick.  “Seems like I mean it,” she said holding her hand out to Vegeta. Vegeta took the fingers in his mouth and rolled them around his tongue.

“Mmmm, you know, that wasn’t a one way street in the bathroom,” Vegeta said with a smirk. He laid down tugging Bulma's leg over his face. “I think it’s my turn to show you what I know.”

Bulma's hair fell around the lovers like a curtain as Vegeta ran his hands up her thighs and stomach. His hot breath tickled the folds of her lips, making her moan. “Wa- wait Geta, I have nowhere to grab. I’ve never done it this way before.”

Vegeta kissed one thigh and then the other.  “My poor Lil Bit. You haven’t been properly taken care of. Well I’ll fix that. If you lose control, just fall forward and grab the bed.” And with that, Vegeta licked her hot center, making Bulma shiver. Using his thumbs to open the folds, Vegeta plunged his tongue into her opening making her ride up and down, and then flicked it upward to where the nerves gathered at the nub. Gently pulling it into his mouth, he sucked and licked over and over again, causing Bulma to moan and scream at the air. The juices were all over his mouth and he licked as much as he could, sending her over the edge, and sent her falling forward to her hands. Vegeta wiggled out from underneath Bulma letting her collapse onto her stomach, cleaning his face off. He heard her mumble something into the bed spread. “What was that?”

Bulma lifted her head wearily. “Jeeze, what do you do with your spare time, tongue wrestle ants?” Vegeta chuckled and pulled down the blankets, tugging them from under Bulma.

“Thank you I guess. Same could be said to you I suppose. Friendly with many bananas’ are we Lil Bit?” Vegeta said as he tucked the blankets around them together.

“Juu has a toy. I practiced on that. Yamcha was so small that there was really nothing to it. I had to use everything I had on you, hey are you ok?” Bulma turned to Vegeta who was coughing and struggling to not laugh. He waved for her to go on. “But yeah, we’d slip a condom on and practice on it. We didn’t want to look like idiots when we had boyfriends.”

Vegeta stared at Bulma. “How old were you?”

Bulma thought for a minute. “14?” Vegeta started coughing again. “Are you ok?!”

“You started practicing blowjobs at 14?! What in the world-? Why?!” Vegeta asked astonished.

“Well… you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah… I thought,” Bulma sighed and sat up. “I thought you left because I didn’t know what I was doing. And well, I thought if I saw you again and I knew how to do things… you wouldn’t leave me.”

“Lil bit…”

Bulma smiled. “It was worth it though right? Practice makes perfect.”

Vegeta laughed and crossed his arms behind his head. “Definitely worth it.”

Bulma fidgeted with pillow she had pulled on to her lap. “So, um, I have to ask some things. What does this mean for you and Jill?”

“Who the fuck is Jill?”

“Your girlfriend you ass.”

Vegeta smirked. “You mean Jen. And well, nothing. She broke up with me. She was really pissed about some things recently and well the running out on her in the restaurant was the final straw. She called while in the shower.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry Geta.”

Vegeta shrugged. “Don’t be. It may sound mean but I wasn’t I love with her. It would have ended eventually.”

“But still…”

“What about you and Yamcha?”

Bulma punched the pillow. “Ugh, I am SOO done with him. The little prick. I can’t believe he cheated on me! And with La-” Bulma froze. Vegeta waited for her to finish but when she didn’t, he leaned forward to see if anything had happened.

“Bulma? You ok?” Vegeta asked, propping himself up on one arm and placing the other on her shoulder.

“YOU!” Bulma said, whirling around in anger.  

Vegeta snatched his hand back. “Whoa! What did I do?!”

“You and Laila!”

Now Vegeta was really confused. “What in the hell are you talking about Bulma? Me and La-” Yesterdays fight came back to Vegeta. It seemed like ages ago now. “Ok, you need to tell me what you think is going on so I can fix this because I think there is a serious misunderstanding.”

“I don’t know how much I can “misunderstand” you kissing her before track yesterday Vegeta!” Bulma fumed. She started to crawl off the bed but Vegeta scrambled to tackle her down.

“Oh no you don’t. You made me listen earlier so now it’s your turn. Now come here!” Vegeta managed to pin Bulma to the bed using his legs and hips on her body and his hands binding her wrist above her head. “Now I want you to listen very clearly, because I am only going to say this once. I have never been with Laila, and I will never be with Laila. I do not want her. I have never wanted her. I have always only wanted you. Friday, Laila kissed me and if you had stayed for even a half a second more you would have seen me push her away. I swear to you there is nothing going on between me and Laila!”

“But in the bathroom, she said she was supposed to, be… here...” Bulma trailed off lamely

“And is she here? No, you are. Kami Bulma, all I want is you! All I have ever wanted is you! Thursday night I got pissed drunk and started masturbating to thoughts of you. Then Jen came over and I fucked her, pretending the entire time she was you. You are all I dream of at night!”  Bulma opened her mouth to argue with him and Vegeta cuts her off with his mouth. “No! No more! I am going to show you again and again, how much I want you!

And he did.

Bulma hungrily scarfed down the pancakes, puffing her cheeks out like a chipmunk. Vegeta could only watch on in a mix of horror and fascination. “Where do you put it? I have seen every inch of you and unless it is going straight to your tits, ass and hair, you have a vortex residing in your stomach.”

Bulma swallowed and took a drink. “I have a high metabolism. Plus I run every day. Today’s the first day I haven’t run without being sick in 3 years.” Bulma took another long swig of her chocolate milk. “And this food goes nowhere near my ass thank you very much. I don’t think you looked at it enough if you think that.”

Vegeta leaned forward on his elbows. “Is that a challenge?” Vegeta smirked. Bulma winked and took another bite. He just laughed and leaned back. “Ugh, ok I’ll be right back. I hope you’ll be done by then ‘cuz that’s making me a bit sick.”

Bulma waved a fork and took one last bite. Leaning back with a sigh she stretched her arms.

“Bulma! I’ve been looking for you everywhere!”

Bulma froze mid-stretch. Oh, shit! Standing at the next table was Yamcha, with Laila. “Oh yeah, I can tell you’ve been working real hard,” she said sarcastically.

Yamcha ignored her. “Where were you? You never came home last night. I spent all morning looking for you. I don’t know the area very well so I called the only person I knew…”

“Oh yes, that was a brilliant plan Yamcha. Call the person you cheated on me with to find me. Kami, how did we ever last so long.”

“Wow, Bulma, bitch much?” Laila muttered from behind Yamcha.

“Oh HI Laila! Thank you so much for reminding me you were there. Have a good time after I left the restaurant last night? Destroy anybody else’s relationship’s last night?” Bulma said, hatred for the people standing in front of her growing.

Laila smirked. “As a matter of fact, no. I was too busy. You see, I still have a boyfriend and I was with him last night. Not that I can mention names but, uh, let’s just say, he taught me a lot.”

Bulma gaped at Laila. “Are you saying you and Ge- I mean, that you and he-" Bulma was astonished that Laila was actually going through with the lie. But then she realized. *Laila has no clue I was there!*

Laila leaned forward. “Those perfectly chiseled arms held me all night long. You know, I thought his eyes and hair were a really dark brown, but they really are black. And his hair is so soft. You’d think he would have to use a lot of product to get it to stand like that but I know better since I kept running my hands through his hair all night.”

Bulma was shaking with anger. Her hands balled in to a fist and she opened her mouth to retort when a deep voice interrupted. “Strange. I don’t remember her there, do you Lil Bit?”

The trio faced the voice. Vegeta stood behind Yamcha with his arms crossed and he did not look happy. Suddenly the words he just spoke dawned on both Yamcha and Laila.

“You were with him! And you had the nerve to accuse me of cheating! You little slut!” Yamcha grabbed Bulma's arm and twisted it, causing her to yelp in pain. The next thing any of them knew, Vegeta had Yamcha pinned against the wall.

“Don’t you EVER touch her again, am I clear? I will rip you apart limb from limb. And after that is done, I will beat you with each of your limbs until they are a bloody mess in my hands. Once I am out of limbs, I will tie whatever meat is left and leave you for the animals. Clear?”

Yamcha nodded and Vegeta dropped him to the ground. Bulma stood up and touched Vegeta’s arm. “Geta?”

“Geta? I know that name…” Yamcha said hoarsely, rubbing his throat. Realization dawned in his eyes. “You! You broke my nose!”

“What are you talking about? You’re fine.” Vegeta scoffed.

“No, 11 years ago, you attacked me and my friends for no reason and broke my nose! You went ballistic!” Yamcha said. “We were just playing with….”

“Me.” Yamcha looked at Bulma. “Really, how many blue haired girls are there in the world Yamcha that you couldn’t remember picking on me? Well, now I feel like I need a shower, so thank you. Go away Yamcha before I break something far worse than your nose.” Bulma buried her face in Vegeta chest. Yamcha, realizing that he was treading some dangerous waters, decided to listen to her advice and left. Which left Vegeta and Bulma with just one more problem.

“You two are in such deep shit,” Laila said, with a smirk, crossing her arms. “Unless, of course, we can, work things out.”

“Shut up Laila,” Bulma said wearily.

“Excuse me? Um you don’t hold the cards sweetheart. I do. First, Mr. Lolita lover here just admitted that you spent the night. Second, he just almost beat the crap out of another person and then threatened him. Plus, it seems as if you two have known each other for a very long time. Can you say scandal?”

“Your dad works at Capsule Corps right?” Vegeta asked.

Laila blinked and tried to catch up to the sudden change in Vegeta’s conversation. “Uh wha- yeah. Yes he does. What does that have to do with anything?”

Vegeta nodded his head towards Bulma. “Meet Bulma Briefs. As in, the Briefs who own Capsule Corps. As in, her uncle and mother, is your daddy’s biggest boss.”

Laila stared at Bulma who was looking anywhere but at Laila. Bulma hated when people brought up her connection to CC. And Vegeta knew that. So why was he now?

“I also did a little research. This isn’t the first time you’ve done this with a teacher. Daddy had to get you out of trouble when you seduced a teacher at your last school. Almost lost everything last time. Seems like the same thing is about to happen again. Only this time, the stakes are much higher. Daddy won’t be able to work anywhere.”

Laila blanched. She looked from Vegeta’s cold hard stare, to Bulma's evasive face. She turned on her heel and left without another word.

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*AN: FINALLY! Together! Ahhh but! There is still the problem of them being brother and sister! How are they going to overcome that? Find out!*
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