Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Honeymoon ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3

 

Bulma decided to try a little experiment. She let her fingers trace the outline of the circular stump, carefully listening and feeling for Vegeta's reaction.

 

The touch of the woman's fingers around the stump of his tail felt particularly good. A saiyajin's tail was always a sensitive spot, for as long as Vegeta could remember his tail had been both a source of joy and pain to him; that's why saiyajins tended to keep them firmly wrapped around their middles and out of enemy clutches. Old, long forgotten memories began to stir in Vegeta's mind, memories from his younger days when he had his tail. Rubbing the fur and petting the tail gently had caused a feeling of well being, of happiness through him and yet when grasped the wrong way, squeezed or twisted it had sent hot waves of agony through his body.

 

The day he'd lost his tail, to the sword of that low down excuse for a warrior, Yajarobi, had been one of the worst days of his life. He could still feel the agony of separation, the tears that had stung his eyes, refusing to let them fall as his furry appendage had been severed from his form.

 

Miserable little bastard. Vegeta still didn't know why he hadn't killed the yellow bellied excuse for a male. He took small comfort in the knowledge that there was still time to rectify some mistakes.

 

His eyes slipped shut as Bulma's fingers gently traced the outline of the tail stub; it felt... nice. He let a soft moan escape.

 

"Okay," thought Bulma. "We know he likes that. Now, what else can I try?" She eased her fingers across the furry stump, lightly grazing her nails through the thick fur and enjoying the feel of the hair as it brushed against her fingertips.

 

The response from Vegeta was electric.

 

The touch of Bulma's fingers through the fur, softly caressing, sparked an avalanche of pleasure through Vegeta's body. Liquid fire tore through his blood and then raced south to lodge in his loins. Something between his legs began to stir and stiffen rapidly as an ache forced its way into his belly. "Ahhh..." he moaned.

 

Bulma gave an evil smirk. Looked like she'd found the saiyajin's sweet spot. Obviously the usually sensitive spots on a human male didn't work on a saiyajin, but this... Bulma knew she'd stumbled onto Vegeta's weakness and now she intended to take every advantage of it. She ran her fingers time and time again through the soft fur, enjoying the feeling of her husband's soft whimpers and trembles. She could feel his maleness rising and pressed her hips a little closer, trying to gauge just how excited he was...

 

...and suddenly dug her fingernails into the stump of his tail.

 

The pleasure Vegeta had been enjoying suddenly vanished to be replaced by a searing pain. He wrenched himself back, feeling Bulma's nails scrape his back and peel skin from it in his haste to escape the blinding pain. Between his legs his manhood wilted and tried to climb inside his abdomen. "What the hell?!" he roared.

 

Bulma was shoved unceremoniously to the side as her prince almost leapt out of her arms; and his accompanying roar told her he was not happy.

 

Furious was more like it.

 

She was completely stunned by the sudden turn of events, one moment she seemed to be driving him wild with desire and the next; wild with rage was what sprang to mind. How could it all have gone so wrong? She'd been caressing that furry dimple, feeling him slowly rising to the occasion and then...

 

Oh shit.

 

She'd pushed herself against him to try and see if she could tell how big he was. The sudden shock at what Vegeta had kept hidden beneath those spandex training suits all these years had caused her to dig her fingernails into his flesh. Ouch! No wonder he'd objected.

 

"Ummm..." she began.

 

"What the hell were you doing, woman?" Vegeta demanded as he rubbed over the tender patch on his back, relieved to see that there wasn't any blood.

 

"Would you believe me if I said I was trying to get you excited?" Bulma began tentatively.

 

"By trying to carve me open? I have news for you, woman. You might be into this sadomasochism shit but I get enough pain on the battle ground, the thought of pain in the bedroom really doesn't do much for me, so I suggest if that's what you want then you go find or invent yourself some sort of machine for those indulgences."

 

"I'll have you know I'm not into that sort of thing either!" exploded Bulma.

 

"Could have fooled me," growled Vegeta. "Those fingernails of yours are a lethal weapon in their own right! Why the hell did you dig your nails into my tail stump?"

 

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize I'd done it," replied Bulma. "Besides, how am I supposed to know you're sensitive to pain there?"

 

"Take a moment to think about it, woman!"

 

Bulma did.

 

"Oh. I see," she said slowly. Memories of her youth and Goku came flooding back to remind her. Goku had been extremely protective of his tail and she could recall a few incidents when the young saiyajin's tail had been on the receiving end of harsh treatment and the ensuing reaction.

 

"Even though my tail is gone I'm still very receptive to pain on the stump," snapped Vegeta as he continued to soothe the abused area.

 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. It's just that you sort of caught me by surprise."

 

"Surprise?" questioned Vegeta. "What in the name of this mudball are you talking about?"

 

"Well, I was running my fingers across the soft fur and I could tell you were enjoying it. I thought I would push forwards a little just to get an idea of how big... Errr... What the size of your... You know what I mean!" Bulma was again turning red.

 

Now Vegeta was even more confused.

 

"I guess I wasn't expecting such a size, it kinda shocked me."

 

"Woman, what the hell are you on about?"

 

"The size of your equipment! Lord knows how you managed to keep that monster hidden away in those spandex pants of yours! Damn, that thing is huge! I don't know if I'm going to be able to fit that thing inside." Bulma quickly shut up, realizing she'd said more than she'd intended too.

 

The understanding slowly began to dawn on Vegeta and he smirked to himself. She had been impressed by his size. Maybe he was bigger than Kakarott in some ways. That thought cheered him no end, not to mention what it did for his ego. "So, you're impressed by something more than my good looks and charm," Vegeta purred as the pain from his tail stump receded slightly.

 

"Errr..." Bulma was pretty much caught in her own web.

 

"From what I've heard a human female can be pretty accommodating in that department."

 

"Huh?" It was Bulma's turn to be confused.

 

Vegeta returned to the bed and crawled back under the covers. "Think about it, woman."

 

"I'm not sure we're on the same wave length here, Vegeta."

 

With a positively evil smirk, Vegeta let his hand run along Bulma's thigh. "You shouldn't be worried about my size," he purred. "I'm certain you can take all of me, after all, human females do give birth to live offspring."

 

"What the hell does giving birth have to do with the size of your endowment?" Bulma snapped and then moaned as Vegeta's hand crept further along her thigh.

 

"I'm merely stating a fact. A baby's head is a lot bigger in width than my head so it stands to common sense that if a load that large can pass out then something my size should easily fit in."

 

A bucket of icy water couldn't have done a better job of cooling Bulma's ardor than Vegeta's words did. Trying to keep her composure, which wasn't easy when you had a hand doing delicious things to the skin of your inner thigh, Bulma turned her blazing eyes to her husband. "A load that large?" she questioned, the anger visible in her voice. "A baby's head is bigger than your head? Trust me, buddy, if your head was any larger you wouldn't fit through the door!"

 

"I didn't mean my head as in my head," growled Vegeta.

 

"Then what head did you... oh." Bulma shut up and turned crimson as she realized exactly which 'head' Vegeta had been talking about.

 

Vegeta snickered.

 

Bulma thought about the saiyajin's words. The prince did have a valid point she supposed but there would only be one way to prove that. Swallowing and taking a deep breath, Bulma thought it was about time they got back on track, if something didn't happen soon then she was likely to fall asleep from sheer boredom. Vegeta's hand was still stroking over the inner flesh of her thigh and she had to admit, it felt nice. She shifted slightly, snuggling a little closer to the prince and bringing her arms back around him. She felt him tense as she ran her fingers down his back once again and then through the soft fur of his tail stump. She was determined not to make the same mistake again. Come hell or high water she would lose her virginity tonight...

 

...she hoped.

 

The familiar stirring began again in Vegeta's loins as Bulma caressed the furry stump of his tail. He moaned softly and moved his hand a little higher along her thigh. Legs parted a little giving him easier access; but what he was supposed to do with that access he wasn't sure. Deciding to play it safe, Vegeta simply continued to caress the woman's thigh and then brought his lips to Bulma's neck. He knew that humans liked to kiss, enjoyed the feeling of anothers lips against their skin but it had never really done anything for him. Personally he couldn't see the logic in swapping spit or cleaning the sweat from anothers skin with his mouth; surely that's what they had showers for? But from what he'd observed of this species, it did something to their hormonal balance. Vegeta shrugged, it couldn't hurt to try, at least he knew he could clean his teeth and gargle with mouth wash afterwards.

 

He allowed his lips to press small kisses along Bulma's throat, ignoring the taste of her sweat and residual make-up. When his tongue met with the traces of her perfume though, he nearly gagged. Somehow he managed to cover up his discomfort. He didn't think it would add to the romantic air if he was to vomit over his new wife. Skipping over the foul tasting section of Bulma's neck, Vegeta confronted her collar bone, and strap of the negligee. He removed his hand from the woman's thigh and tackled the offending strap, deciding that he'd better just slide it over her shoulder and not tear it from her body as was his usual style.

 

Whilst Vegeta's mouth and hands were busy at her throat and shoulders, Bulma continued to caress the soft fur. The feeling of it against her fingertips was soothing and arousing in a way. Idly she wondered what they could have enjoyed had Vegeta still possessed his tail. Thoughts of a furry appendage running over her thighs made her shiver. Speaking of thighs, where the hell had Vegeta's hand gone? Bulma had been enjoying the soft touches, hoping that her prince would figure things out and trek northwards, especially when she'd subtly parted them for him. Seems he was still clueless. A tug and a growl alerted her to a minor problem.

 

"Shit! How do you get this thing off?" growled Vegeta in frustration as he sent a glare to the offending negligee strap. He'd finally begun to enjoy himself only to be brought up short by a piece of material. Instinct told him to rip it off or burn it with a ki-ball; he told instinct to fuck off as knowing him he'd end up with either an armless bride or worse... a crispy critter.

 

Rolling her eyes, Bulma took charge. "Here, let me," she said. "It doesn't undo, you have to slide it off over your mmph... mmmhhh." The rest of Bulma's words were muffled as she drew the garment up and over her head, tossing it to the side. "There," she said triumphantly and turned to stare at Vegeta. She felt the blush rising up from her toes to slowly envelop her entire body as it suddenly dawned on her what she'd just done.

 

She'd removed her negligee.

 

She was now naked from the waist down...

 

...and Vegeta was looking distinctly predatory.

 

Vegeta's eyes roamed the upper torso of his wife and he licked his lips.

 

Then, without warning; he pounced.

 

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tbc..........