Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ I May Hate Myself in the morning ❯ I May Hate Myself in the morning ( One-Shot )

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

Ok I know unoriginal, overdone, but admit it classic. This song reminds me of almost every Bulma Vegeta get together I’ve ever read so I wrote one of my own. Time period should be obvious by now!
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ for the zillionth time! Nor do I own this song. Lee Ann Womack sings it, definitely not me! Warning lemony freshness! ^_^
Bulma sat curled up on the couch in a ball with her knees pulled to her chest. She stared silently at the wall. The tell tale signs of crying were the dried streams of tears on her cheeks.
Vegeta walked by in time to hear her sniff. His big saiyan ears picked up the small sound and he turned to look in. When he saw her, he was surprised. As long as he had been at Capsule Corp he had never seen the blue haired woman in such a sad depressed state. The only emotions he ever saw out of her were rage, apparent annoyance, or unnatural perkiness. He leaned against the door frame and out of curiosity ventured to speak with her.
“What’s wrong?” He asked accidentally sounding like he cared.
Bulma was surprised to see him in the doorway. “What do you want?” She snapped. She was too depressed to yell, but she was annoyed that the arrogant prince in residence was bothering her at a time like this.
“Nothing.” Vegeta stood up abruptly and turned to leave. He didn’t care to argue with her, after he had tried to be polite.
“Wait!” Bulma called out. She didn’t know why, but she didn’t want him to go.
Vegeta didn’t know why, but he didn’t want to leave. Something noble in him made him stop. He turned to see her standing with a pillow clutched to her chest. Her hypnotic blue eyes were pleading with him. “Please…I’m sorry…it’s just…”
Vegeta smirked at her. “How about a drink?” He asked.
She sighed and smiled. “That would be great.”
Ain't it just like one of us to pick up the phone and call after a couple of drinksAnd say 'How've you been' and wonderin' that maybe you've been thinkin' 'bout meAnd somewhere in the conversation an old familiar invitation always arrivesAnd I may hate myself in the morning, but I'm gonna love you tonight.
The two of them sat down at the island in the kitchen grabbed a bottle of whiskey and began to talk.
Bulma revealed to Vegeta that Yamacha had been cheating on her. “What’d you do to him?” Vegeta asked downing another shot.
“Nothing.” She looked down at the counter top and sipped her drink.
“Why not?” Vegeta asked. He couldn’t believe she would let the weakling get away with it. He had figured the two of them to be mates, and on Vegeta mates were loyal.
“I don’t know. I just couldn’t bring myself to dump him. We’ve been together forever. It’s hard to change you know?” She downed her drink and poured another then downed that too.
“Slow down woman it’s hard to keep up with you.” Vegeta joked pouring himself another.
Bulma laughed. The night went on and they spent a lot of time talking. They talked about love and the like. Bulma couldn’t believe how Vegeta felt about love. She could hardly believe he was sitting here helping her drink away her sorrows. She never would have suspected him to be so open, maybe it was the whiskey. She was also finding him even more handsome then usual; again likely it was the whiskey.
Vegeta liked the woman better when she was drunk. She was willing to talk to him for starters which was a rarity, since normally she would treat him like an unwanted guest who was disgusting to be around. Given he was an unwanted guest, but he didn’t think he was that awful. She was really very intelligent, but her emotions were what seemed to throw her. He was also finding her all the more attractive for some reason. He had always thought she was beautiful, but with all those drinks in him she was alluring.
“So saiyans never leave their mates?” Bulma asked. She smiled at him.
“Never. Their bond is for eternity.” Vegeta replied. Bulma leaned closer to Vegeta.
Even she didn’t realize it at first, but she was trying to seduce him. “Eternity, huh?” She placed her hand ever so gently on his leg. Vegeta’s head snapped up and he stared at her seriously. He may have had a lot to drink, but saiyans could drink a lot more than that before they were completely drunk. He knew what she was up to and he wasn’t sure what he was going to do about it.
She leaned up to his ear and softly whispered. “But how are they in bed?” Vegeta shivered. Her breathe was hot on the sensitive skin of his neck. Bulma was brave with all that whiskey in her. She squeezed his thigh and caressed his cheek with her other hand.
“Bulma…” Vegeta breathed and pushed her gently away. “You’re drunk.” He said looking at her with his normal serious expression. Vegeta was becoming aroused by the woman’s actions and he didn’t want to seem like he would take advantage of her; *He’s a prince, he has honor with women!* although he would like too. ^_~
“Maybe, but I’m sensible enough to want you.” Bulma unexpectedly climbed on Vegeta’s lap. Vegeta sucked in deeply when he felt her legs wrapping around him. Bulma smirked. She could feel his arousal growing, and the thought that she was getting to the saiyan prince was very pleasing.
She sunk her hands into his thick flame of hair and pulled his head back. Her lips attacked his mouth forcefully. Vegeta felt her hot lips on his and instantly wanted to taste her. His hands succumbed to wrap around her waist and pull her closer to deepen the kiss. His tongue shot out to explore the caverns of her mouth and she instantly tightened her legs around him excitedly. Vegeta finally picked her up and carried her to his room.
Everyone's known someone that they just can't help but wantAnd even though they just can't make it work out, well the ones who lingers on.So once again we wind up in each other's arms, pretending that it's rightAnd I may hate myself in the morning, but I'm gonna love you tonight.
He laid her down on the bed, yet she was still firmly attached to his mouth. ‘Doesn’t she breathe?’ He thought in bemusement. Finally she released his lips. They were swollen from their passionate kisses. She released her hold on him as he gingerly took her face in both hands and stared at her intensely. His onyx eyes bore deep down into her soul and she trembled at their intensity, but they also excited her and she sighed happily.
He smiled; a gorgeous rarity, and leaned down to kiss her gently. He made his way down her jaw and as he did lifted her shirt up and swiftly off her. She ran her hands up under his shirt, pushing for him to remove it. He did and as he assaulted her collar bone with hot kisses she ogled and massaged his tight, detailed muscles. He returned to her mouth for a moment while he snapped off her bra with his middle finger. She laughed as his fingers tickled the small area between her stomach and breasts. His fingers continued to travel lightly down her body until they reached the top of her pants.
He hesitated and looked up into her eyes. She grinned and placed his hands on her hips. She arched her back and their bodies brushed. Vegeta shivered in desire. She moved with his hands up and down her thighs; all the while her pants sliding downward. Finally the motion was too much and Vegeta ripped her pants and underwear off with one quick fluid pull.
He stared down at her. She had the body of goddess as he’d always dreamed she would. She sat up and stared at him pleadingly. She entwined one arm around his neck and slid her other hand down his side to his pants. She undid them and slipped her hand inside. Vegeta moaned as her fingers danced over his erection. Her feathery touches were driving him insane. He growled deep in his throat; a growl so full of lust that Bulma trembled.
She began to squeeze and massage his manhood. Vegeta was beginning to lose his control. He wasn’t about to let her have all the fun. He glided his hands down her thigh and thrust one of his fingers into her wet clit. She threw her head back and moaned pleasurably in response. He pumped his finger in and out of her, while she squeezed his manhood.
“Vegeta, Vegeta, Vegeta,” She moaned softly, like a plea for him to continue. His only response to her ministrations, were occasional groans and grunts of pleasure. He smirked as he slid another finger inside her. He pumped faster and her sweet torture to his manhood ceased as she lost herself in ecstasy. Her hands thrust into his unruly mane. Vegeta chuckled evilly as he felt her nearing her climax and entered another finger. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she fell back onto the bed clutching the mattress for dear life.
She was so close to the edge of her pleasure trip when he stopped. He withdrew his fingers and she whimpered in protest. “No, Vegeta.” She begged. He spread her legs wider and leaned his head down between her creamy thighs. His tongue licked the edges of her clit. “Ahhhh.” She moaned arching her back. Suddenly his tongue thrust deep into her lapping and sucking at her wet walls.
Bulma had never felt something so erotic in her entire life. He was actually eating her. It seemed like this wonderful torture would never end when she began to seethe inside her orgasm building up until she spilled over the edge and screamed out his name. Vegeta sat up and looked down at her, writhing in passion. He was satisfied with his work, but even more satisfied when she began to beg. “Please, please Vegeta. More I want more.”
He was happy to oblige. He shed his pants and positioned himself over her. He caressed her cheek and she stared up at him eyes glazed with longing. “Are you sure you want this?” He asked caringly. *Always the gentleman.*
She nodded in response. “Yes. I need you, I want you, I love you.”
“You may not feel that way in the morning.”
She flipped him over with the speed and strength she didn’t know she had. She leaned over him and stared into his onyx eyes. “Too hell with tomorrow, I want you now!” Without warning she impaled herself on him. Vegeta arched his back and moaned at the feel of him inside her. It felt so good, so tight.
Her eyes rolled back in her head. She gritted her teeth to let the pain pass, before the feel of pleasure flooded her. “Oh Kami, you’re so big!” She began to rock on top of him, back and forth. She started slow until his hands gripped her hips to help her move faster. She moved as fast as she could, he unexpectedly flipped her over. “I want to be on top.” He growled low in her ear. He pounded into her hard and fast, she couldn’t keep up the pace so she wrapped her legs around his waist as he thrust mercilessly into her.
He began to feel her walls clenching tighter around his throbbing manhood. He moved so he could push her legs upwards to get deeper. He pounded so hard he feared he would crush her, but she held on. She grasped the head of the bed as her orgasm began to build. Finally neither of them could hold it any longer and the orgasms hit simultaneously as they reached the epitome of pleasure. Vegeta let his seed spill deep into her caverns before he withdrew.
He lay next to her and pulled her limp sweat covered bodies into his arms. Then they both lulled into a deep sleep.
I know it's wrong,But it ain't easy moving on.So why can't two friends remember the good times once again?(Fiddle & steel solo)
The next morning Bulma awoke and sighed at the feel of two strong arms holding her. Then she realized what had happened and she stiffened. ‘Oh my! What have I done? I slept with Vegeta! This cannot end well!’ She began to panic when her focus settled on his face. He looked peaceful in his sleep. His angular face relaxed, for once; his breathing steady and even. She smiled and relaxed, ‘He’s cute when he’s sleeping and he’s an excellent lover as well.’ She leaned up and kissed his cheek. ‘We’ll work this out somehow.’ “Sleep well my gorgeous prince.” She snuggled into his arms and drifted back into a calm slumber.
Vegeta peeked open an eye and looked lovingly down at the woman in his arms. “Sweet dreams my woman. You’re going to need all the rest you can get if you’re going to deliver my child.” He smiled as he slid his hand over her flat stomach and felt a small ki harbored deep inside. Tomorrow when I wake up, I'll be feeling a little guilty, a little sad.Thinkin' how it used to be before everything went bad.I guess that's what it is and late night calls like this that we try to findAnd I may hate myself in the morning, but I'm gonna love you tonight.And I may hate myself in the morning,But I'm gonna love you tonight...


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