Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ I Fell In Love While You Were Sleeping ❯ Chapter 6

Mature Readers only. This is the M rating in this chapter.

The dark shadow turned from Kakarot, his onyx eyes looked at the skies. This was a new development for him. Sure, his brother had all the good looking girls and when he got bored of them, they went to Vegeta. He had his own group of Sayian females, but once Yamcha kicked them out they turned to Vegeta for comfort, almost thinking that he was the opposite of Yamcha. Vegeta was kind of like Yamcha, but he did not use girls like Yamcha did. Bulma was the first female that Vegeta truly wanted for his own.

"Does she not want Yamcha as a mate?" Kakarot nodded.

"When she saw him, sure she did, but after meeting you, she..." he faded off for a moment. "I don't know how to describe it." Vegeta smirked. His brother always had the special girls, but now he had a VERY special Sayian. He had a blue Sayian. "Vegeta," he said as he got up. "You should know a few things that you must not hold against her. Please understand." Vegeta turned to the soldier before him and nodded. "This is my twin's story..."

Yamcha watched as his "fiancé" entered the private room.

"Hello, Bulma," he said as she moved closer to him.

"Hi, Yamcha," she said softly. He patted his bed and hesitantly she moved to sit where he had indicated. "Ummm..."

"Bulma, they say that I am almost completely healed, but I want to become your mate now, so I have asked the doctor if I could have a ceremony by the end of the week and he said that I may." Bulma's heart stopped.

"T-That is great-t," she managed to spit out.

"I know," he gushed as he pulled her close to him in a hug, his lips crushing down on hers. After a little squirming and telling him that she had to go, Bulma was able to wiggle her way out of the room and into the far end of the hall.

'This is just great!' she thought to herself as she took a breath of air and walked down the hall toward the exit. 'Finally get the man I want and now I want his brother! How could things get any worse?' Just as she exited the hospital she ran into the hulking form of her prince. "V-Vegeta?" she stuttered out as she looked up from the ground.

"Woman," he breathed just seconds before pulling her into his tight embrace. Bulma began to struggle against him.

"Let me g-"

"I know your little secret," he whispered huskily into her ear. A shiver went down her spine at the same time that she stiffened in his arms. "You fell for my brother, but you want me." Sweat began to bead on her brow. "I also know that you were never my brother's mate-to-be until my family decided that you were and that was all an accident." Bulma didn't know what to say. How did he know all th- KAKAROT! How could her brother do that to her? "Do not worry, woman," he whispered huskily in her ear before running his tongue along the outer part of her ear. Bulma felt herself become really warm all of a sudden.

"V-Vegeta?" she questioned as they flew toward his private island. His hands roamed over her body, making her melt. "Vegeta," she moaned as his hand brushed her covered womanhood. He set her down on the soft sand and began to kiss her covered flesh as she moaned and arched under him. Vegeta's mouth found it's way to her mouth and crushed it under his own. He felt this need that he had never felt with any other woman. It was a need to be with the woman below him, to be inside her forever. As his lips smothered hers, his hands ripped off the spandex that covered her lithe form.

"Bulma," he moaned as he exposed one of her pert breasts to his gaze. His mouth left hers as his lips found the pearl nipple that hardened under his ministrations. Bulma grasped on his dark locks her body squirming below him at the pleasure that filled her. She had never felt such pleasure, but then again she was still a virgin, so she had never felt pleasure before. Sure, she had made out with some guys, but they never had that spark that she was looking for. The kisses with Yamcha were nowhere as mind-blowing as Vegeta's were. He tore away the rest of her bodysuit, leaving her pale skin to his view. The sun was beginning to get low on the horizon as the noon of the day faded into the evening. The air around them grew colder, but neither felt it as their body heat kept them warm. Vegeta disposed of his clothes as she helped him. Bulma knew that she was yearning for something, but she did not know what. All she knew what that Vegeta, and only Vegeta, could give it to her. With reckless abandon she pushed him on his back. She had heard of pleasures that woman could give man. In fact, Chi-Chi had told her of a thing that made men go wild. Bulma kissed Vegeta full on the lips as her hand wandered lower over his expansive chest. His skin was hairless, so it was as smooth as a baby's bottom. She could feel the battle scars that littered his body with their stories. Her hands wandered further until she brushed up against him, her hand grasping his warm, hard rod between her pale hands. Vegeta groaned as his manhood grew harder and bigger. Bulma released him, for fear of hurting him. "Don't," he groaned.

"That did not hurt?" she inquired. He shook his head so she grasped him in her hands again and began to stroke the soft, velvety skin that covered his rod. Vegeta arched himself into her hand, the pleasure and pain mixing together. Bulma bent down, removing her hand from him to replace it with her warm, wet mouth.

"Bulma," he groaned out as his hands delved into her turquoise hair. He forced her head to bob on him as she sucked. It was weird at first, this being her first time for this, but soon it became familiar. She began to hum as Chi-Chi had instructed her. This really made Vegeta wild as he bucked beneath her. Then she tasted him as he came in her mouth. Without thinking twice she swallowed. Vegeta lay under her for one moment before tossing her under him. He did no foreplay as she had done, instead his warm mouth went straight to her womanhood, his tongue flickering out to taste her nectar that had started to ooze from her opening. Bulma lay there, writhering as the pleasure began to build. This felt so new, but so great at the same time. His hands cupped her breast and while his tongue worked its magic, his hands did theirs. Bulma didn't know where the pleasure was coming from. It felt like it was coming from everywhere at once. Then it exploded, her body arched as her juices flowed into his awaiting mouth. Vegeta drank her all in as Bulma lay gasping for breath. As soon as he was done drinking all that she gave he moved on top of her, his smirk seductive as he plunged into her warmth. Bulma let out a scream as the pain hit her. 'What?!' he thought as he stopped his motion. "You were a virgin?" he asked. The girl below him nodded as she looked up at him. He frowned, his hand brushing her cheek. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't know that it would hurt," she explained.

"I can sto-"

"No," she said. "I like this. I just need to get used to it." Vegeta did not know what to do, but she made that decision for him as she started to move below him making him groan at her tightness. Within seconds they had started a rhythm that began to quicken as their orgasm began to build. "Vegeta!" she cried as it hit her. Vegeta continued to pump as his seed flowed into her. Their breathing slowed as the wave washed over them and then began to ebb. Minutes later they lay on the beach, his body curled around hers to warm her as the sun set over the waters.

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