Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Honeymoon ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: I don't own the DBZ gang, a rich Japanese man does. I don't even own my cat, she owns me. :)

Rating: NC 17

Warnings: Lemon, language, fluff, OOC.

Summary: It's Vegeta and Bulma's wedding night but they have a slight problem. Both are virgins and neither really has a clue what to do.

" Honeymoon"

November 2004 Debs-dragon

Chapter 2

"Of course I do!" snorted Vegeta. "Sex is necessary to mate and reproduce, otherwise the species will die out."

"I suppose that's one way to interpret it," replied Bulma dryly. "Let me rephrase that. You do know what to do, don't you?"

Vegeta turned his head slowly to stare at the woman who was now his wife.

"You don't, do you?" Bulma asked, unable to keep the incredulity from her voice.

"You lost me a few do you's and don't you's ago."

"But, Vegeta. You're a male."

"So?"

"Males are supposed to know what to do, take the lead role."

"What happened to women's lib? Equal rights? All that sort of shit that females are demanding."

"Errr..."

"Thought so," Vegeta smirked. "If you're so set on this 'consuming' the marriage..."

"That's consummating."

"Whatever. Why don't you take the lead?"

It was Bulma's turn to blush.

Vegeta's eyes began to widen as his brain caught up with the conversation and Bulma's reaction. "You don't know what to do either, do you?" he said, the disbelief and then amusement showing in his voice.

"Well..."

"You don't, do you?"

"Hey! That's my line."

Vegeta ignored her. "Come on, admit it," Vegeta taunted.

"Can we stop with all the do you's and don't you's already?"

"I should have stopped with the I do a little while ago and we wouldn't be in this situation."

"Vegeta!"

"Well it's true," Vegeta smirked. It wasn't often that he managed to score one over Bulma, more often than not their verbal sparring matches ended in a tie.

"Look, this is getting us completely off the topic," stated Bulma.

"You're the one that wants us to consume this marriage thing."

"It's consummate!"

"Whatever. If you want it so badly then why don't you take the lead role? You're always taking charge in everything else; why should this be any different?"

Bulma stared at her new husband and blinked.

"Come on then. I'm waiting."

"It's not that simple."

"Oh? Why not? After all the rumors I've heard..." Vegeta quickly shut his mouth when he saw the expression on Bulma's face. Looked like he'd well and truly put his foot in it this time, right up to the thigh in fact.

"What rumors?" The voice was a little strangled to say the least.

"Ummm... Did I say something about rumors?"

"Yes, you did. Now stop hedging and come clean," Bulma growled.

"It's really nothing."

"Vegeta..."

'Just some stupid thing I may have overheard."

"I'm warning you."

"It really isn't that important."

"Vegeta! Spill! Now!"

"Okay, okay! No need to get your knickers in a knot."

"I'm not wearing any."

"Oh." There was a pregnant silence for a moment.

"You're not?" The words came out in rather a high tone not befitting a prince.

"No, I'm wearing a G-string."

"There's a difference."

"Yes there is, now stop trying to change the subject."

"I wasn't."

"You were."

"Was not."

"Was too."

"Was not."

"Not."

"Too."

"Not."

"Too."

"Not."

"Vegeta!"

"Sheesh! Where were we?"

"Rumors?"

"Oh, yeah. Those."

"Well? I'm waiting?"

"Like I said, I only overheard snippets; how much truth there is to them I don't know."

"Will you get to the point?!" Bulma was getting seriously pissed now.

Vegeta gave the woman a withering look and then chose his words carefully; very carefully. "I simply overheard some talk going around that if someone wanted to get laid that they should talk to you."

"What?!" Bulma was changing colors so fast that Vegeta was having trouble keeping up. The kaleidoscope was quite impressive.

"They're only rumors that suggest that you have... well you know... experience..."

"And whom may I ask was spreading these rumors?"

"Err... Yamcha."

"Now why does that not surprise me? He's the sort that would go around saying he got me into the sack just for his own ego and to get back at me for refusing to sleep with him," huffed Bulma. "Well if it was Yamcha then there's no need to worry, people don't take a whole lot of notice of him anyway," she added.

"There may have been a couple of others too," said Vegeta as his brow furrowed in thought.

"How many?" growled Bulma.

"Errr... The entire baseball team."

"What!?"

"Or was the complete league? I really can't remember."

Bulma made a few choking, gurgling kinds of noises and began to change to a deep purple color.

"Are you all right, woman? Purple isn't a very fetching color on you," said Vegeta.

"The entire baseball team?" Bulma managed to get out between clenched teeth.

"Like I said, it could have been the league. I'm not completely sure so don't quote me on that."

"Why that no good, yellow bellied, long haired excuse for a human being. I should have known he would pull a low down stunt like this just to ruin my reputation for knocking his slimy ass back. Just wait until I get my hands on that bastard. Why I've a good mind to rip his balls off and shove them down his throat, but then he hasn't got any balls; if he did he wouldn't be spreading lies behind my back. That scum ball..."

"Ooo... Nice vocabulary, woman. So, you're saying that there's no truth to these rumors then?"

"Of course there's no truth to them!" Bulma shouted. "What do you take me for? I'm not a loose woman, despite what rumors you may have heard to the contrary. I can assure you there is no truth at all to them. I'm a virgin, dammit! Untouched, pure, whole, complete, you know the deal?!"

"There is no need to shout." Vegeta winced as his ears protested the high pitched noise.

"I'M NOT SHOUTING!"

"Well I'd hate to see what you call whispering then."

Bulma abruptly shut up, realizing that Vegeta was right. Her voice was getting stronger.

"I'm sure that the neighbors have no wish to know your virgin state either," Vegeta smirked.

""Well, I'm not the only virgin here, buster!" snapped Bulma.

Vegeta promptly closed his mouth and turned his attention to the ceiling, studying the small pattern of cracks that resided there.

Bulma sighed and decided to try a different plan of attack, otherwise, if she left it up to Vegeta, come morning, no doubt they would both still be virgins. Slowly she moved a little closer, edging inch by inch until she could feel the hairs on Vegeta's legs touching her own; legs that was, not hairs as Bulma shaved religiously.

Vegeta jumped as the static electricity crackled between them, his head snapping around sharply as as the tiny balls of electricity jolted his nerves. He was already on edge and didn't need the extra volts to his system. "Woman?" he questioned.

"Just relax, Vegeta," Bulma purred. "Let me show you what this is supposed to be about."

Vegeta swallowed.

Hard.

It wasn't the only thing that was hard either, something else was beginning to stir.

Bringing herself even closer, Bulma carefully raised her hands and placed them on Vegeta's arms. "Relax," she purred again. "Just go with the flow and experiment a little," she said with more conviction than she felt.

Funny, Kakarott had said something similar to him earlier, thought Vegeta. "But, I thought you hadn't done anything like this before either."

"I haven't," came the reply.

"Then how do you know to 'go with the flow'? What to do?"

"I don't," snapped Bulma. "But at least I'm willing to give it a try!"

"Oh, okay then." Vegeta thought he might as well play along with things for now, see where they went, what happened. Who knew where this would lead.

Bulma began to nuzzle against Vegeta's neck, her arms winding around his shoulders, fingers gently caressing the skin of his upper back.

Vegeta simply sat there and let her do what she wanted.

"Vegeta?"

"Yes?"

"You can respond you know, you don't have to sit there like a lump of wood."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Putting your arms around me would be a start, maybe a little cuddling back?"

"Okay." Vegeta wound his arms around Bulma. Yes, he could do that. Cuddling? He supposed he could do that too. He gave it a try.

"Vegeta!" Bulma's voice was a little raspy and dry.

"Yes?"

"You don't have to squeeze the living daylights out of me..."

"Err... Sorry." Vegeta loosened his hold.

Bulma sucked in air. "Shit! Try to remember your strength in future, will you?" she wheezed.

Vegeta gave her a sheepish smile. He really didn't know his own strength at times and forgot that humans were much weaker.

"Okay, let's try that again, shall we?" Bulma said and once more nuzzled against Vegeta's neck.

This time Vegeta remembered his strength and gently held the woman whilst she kissed and licked at his skin. Whilst it wasn't unpleasant, he wondered just exactly what it was it was supposed to mean or do.

"Don't you like that?" asked Bulma, a little puzzled by the lack of response from her husband.

"It's okay," replied Vegeta honestly.

"Okay!?" demanded Bulma as she pulled away to stare at Vegeta.

Sensing that he'd said something wrong, Vegeta thought he'd better tread carefully. "Well, it feels nice."

"Nice? Is that all? Doesn't it do anything for you?"

"Is it supposed to?"

Bulma resisted the urge to throttle the prince. Instead she sighed. "Yes it is."

"Like what?"

"It's supposed to turn you on, get you excited." Seeing the prince's look of total bewilderment, Bulma continued. "Turn you on as in arouse you, get your blood pumping, bring the little saiyajin to attention."

"Pardon?"

"Never mind."

"Ahh." Now Vegeta had a small inkling of what the woman was going on about, at least he thought he did. Unfortunately the woman's ministrations weren't doing what she said they were supposed to be doing. "Err... Maybe that works for humans but it isn't doing that for me."

"Shit!" Now Bulma was at a complete loss as to what to try next. Her own limited knowledge and experience of sex had told her that kissing, especially around the neck and ears, was supposed to excite your partner. Obviously saiyajins were completely different. Idly she ran her hands up and down Vegeta's back as she thought hard on what she could try next. As her fingers wandered the skin of her husband's back so they traveled lower towards the hem of his boxers where they brushed lightly against the edge of something. She frowned to herself and drew her fingers back for a second investigation. The slightly raised bump was soft and furry, she caressed it idly realizing that it was the stub of Vegeta's tail. As her fingers traced around and then over the furry stub she suddenly felt Vegeta stiffen and then tremble in her arms.

The gentle passage of the woman's fingers over his skin sent shivers down Vegeta's spine. The touch was soft and gentle and stirred something deep inside his gut causing a warmth to spread through his body that he wasn't sure he recognized. When those fingers caressed the furry stump of his tail, it was like someone had thrown a switch. Suddenly his body came alive with sensation. Sleeping nerves woke, making their presence known as a river of never before felt pleasure rolled over and through him. He stiffened and then trembled, a soft groan escaped his throat and his eyes slid shut as his control was taken from him.

Bulma smirked to herself. Looked like maybe she had found a sensitive spot after all. Now, how to exploit it?

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tbc....