Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Inappropriate Behavior ❯ A Plan of Attack ( Chapter 4 )

Inappropriate Behavior

by Ginia

Part 4 ~ A Plan of Attack

That night, Bulma punched her pillow in frustration. What else could she do to get Vegeta to realize she was attracted to him! She had increased her flirting to shameful levels for the last few days - still with no results. ~'He can't be THAT dense! Hmmm, no, not dense,' she reconsidered, thinking back over the last week, ~'He's just resistant.' Bulma had seen undeniable evidence that he both knew she was flirting with him and fully understood what she was offering. She smiled at the memory. He might be able to hold a cold expression on his face, but his physical responses were not so easy to control or conceal.

"OK, Bulma, settle down and think this through. He is attracted to you, but flirting isn't going to break down that barrier he's hiding behind. Hmm… Yes, time for something more direct, more aggressive, more - Saiyan?" Bulma wore a smirk worthy of Vegeta as she considered different ways to apply her new strategy.

"Watch out, Vegeta, you haven't got a chance," whispered Bulma as she settled down to sleep. She had a big day planned for tomorrow.

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Vegeta had already been training in the gravity chamber for several early morning hours when he decided to take a short break for something to eat. Entering the kitchen he found Bulma already there making herself a snack.

"Mom's gone grocery shopping, Vegeta, but I'll make you some toast and honey if you want," Bulma informed him with an innocent smile. Looking around, Vegeta realized that there wasn't much else to choose from and agreed to toast as his snack.

Bulma bent low from her waist, knowing her short skirt and thong panties were giving Vegeta a nice view, as she brought out a second toaster from a low shelf. "Will eight slices be enough to start with?" she asked, turning her head slightly before she stood back up.

"What? Oh, yeah, fine," was Vegeta's distracted response.

Vegeta leaned against the counter while waiting for his snack, trying to keep his mind focused and his body calm. Bulma had other ideas. Raising up on her tiptoes and reaching across him, she brushed against him with her chest. He tried to move out of the way, but she put a hand on his shoulder as if steadying herself, saying, "Oh, you're not in the way, I just wanted to get the honey for you."

Bulma stepped closer to Vegeta as she very carefully slid down to stand again, the front of her body mapping out every inch of his until their hips were gently pressed together. It was all Vegeta could do to remain still, and not grab her hips to more firmly press his throbbing shaft against her. ~'Doesn't she understand that she cannot be the one for me! Gods, how I want her!' Vegeta's eyes were tightly shut and his hands were held as fists at his sides. ~'I will not, I must not' echoed loudly in his mind.

"Here's your honey, Vegeta," Bulma murmured, stepping back from him slightly.

Vegeta's eyes snapped to her face and then to the jar she offered him. Grabbing it quickly, he moved toward the table. ~'Fool Woman! Why must she stand so close to me! Why can't I push her away? She's MATED! But she's perfect… so soft, so beautiful…'

None of Vegeta's tumbling thoughts showed on his face as he sat down at the table, spreading honey on each slice of his tall stack of toast, seeming to ignore her.

Bulma smiled remembering the feel of Vegeta's hardened manhood as she leaned against him. Knowing this battle was all but over, Bulma continued her assault.

She leaned over his shoulder to whisper softly in his ear. "Have you ever tried mixing the honey with peanut butter? I bet you'd really like it if you gave it a try." Flicking her tongue ever so lightly along the arch of his ear, she felt him shiver as she pressed her chest against his back.

"Leave me in peace, woman!" Vegeta pulled his head away from her invading tongue. "I know what I like! I'm not some human child that's so stupid it has to be coached to eat! I'm the Prince of Vegeta-sei and I'm hungry! SO GO AWAY!!"

With his final word, Vegeta threw his toast back on the plate and pushed his chair back from the table to face Bulma with a scowl.

Instead of leaving, Bulma smiled seductively, and pulled up a seat next to him. Leaning forward, she ran her finger up his wrist, capturing the trail of honey that had escaped during his tirade. He sat frozen as her honey-covered finger approached his lips.

Bulma whispered, "If you're hungry, you should eat…"

Vegeta helplessly closed his eyes, opening his mouth to accept her finger, savoring the taste and texture of her digit along with the honey. She finally withdrew her finger only to place it between her own lips, sucking gently as Vegeta stared, entranced.

Vegeta finally found his voice to groan, "Woman, why are you doing this to me - you're already Mated - why…?"

"Hmmm? Mated? Vegeta, what are you talking about?" Bulma murmured as she drew his arm to her and began to lap the remaining sweet substance from his wrist, planting kisses as she did so. "Yamcha and I broke up long ago - it just took us a while to figure that out."

Vegeta had to make her understand. His honor and pride would not allow him to be with a mated female, but even so, he could not pull away.

"On Vegeta-sei a Mated pair often fought or even separated for a time but - Gods, Woman! - but they are always drawn back together. You are Mated! - unngh - Woman, stop, I can't…"

Bulma had shifted the attention of her lips from Vegeta's wrist, up his arm, to his shoulder. Reaching his neck, she punctuated her words with kisses as she continued.

"Listen to me… Yamcha and I… dated for many years… but, Vegeta… I'm not … mated… or involved… or anything…" Her mouth had found its teasing way to the tender spot behind his ear, making it almost impossible for him to keep from grabbing her.

As her words penetrated Vegeta's desire-clouded mind, Bulma had one final comment to share with him as she shifted to straddle his lap, feeling the bulge of his need press into her. "If you truly want me to go away," she whispered as she gently rocked over him, "You're going to have to find a better way to show it."

~'She's not Mated… she's not Mated…' That thought pounded through Vegeta's mind as he pressed himself firmly against her and wrapped his arms around her. One hand buried itself in her hair as he desperately drew her lips to his in crushing passion. ~'She doesn't know what she's getting into, doesn't understand what she has done...'

The need she had deliberately sparked over the last few weeks had grown to a raging fire that he could no longer fight, and now there was no longer any reason to try. Vegeta stood, supporting Bulma's body tightly against his, her legs wrapped around his waist and her hands deep into his hair. With their lips still locked together, he carried his chosen Mate towards his bed.

As much as he wanted to take his time, to savor every detail of Bulma's body, Vegeta didn't think that would be possible. He was determined to please his new Mate, but his need was almost overwhelming. He had been with the occasional female before, but never had he felt like this.

Even before they reached his bedroom, he had torn open Bulma's shirt and begun to devour her breasts. She threw her head back; her hands clutching his hair while Vegeta aggressively suckled and licked her hardened nipples. As the attention of his lips lifted to her neck, his hands squeezed her butt, pressing her mound against his throbbing shaft. Bulma lowered her feet to the floor; freeing Vegeta's hands to explore her body even as his mouth once more claimed her own. He removed the scraps of her shirt and pushed her short skirt over her hips and thighs, releasing it to fall to the ground.

When his hand rubbed over her womanhood, a moan escaped her lips, and she pressed the wet silk of her panties more firmly against his caress. Pushing the thin barrier aside, his fingers traced the curves of her flower, dipping briefly into her entrance, then continued on as Bulma clung weakly to his arm, her hip and thigh stroking his aching need with every shift of her body.

She shuddered at the incredibly intense sensations his light caress generated. As his questing fingers discovered her hidden bead, Bulma groaned loudly, her fingers digging sharply into Vegeta's arm and shoulder as her legs failed her. Without his support, she would have fallen. Having received such a strong reaction, Vegeta smirked, and stroked over the sensitive area once again. Her hips arched forward as he circled her bead lightly with his fingertip and then more firmly stroked her. Bulma cried out again and again as his gentle torture continued.

Vegeta's own need had increased painfully, but still he held himself in check as Bulma began to buck strongly against him, her need cresting. Screaming, she reached her peak, "Oh Kami! Yes, Vegeta! Yes! Oh, oh - VE - GE - TA!!!" her body convulsed within the circle of his arms, her womanhood grinding against him.

As Bulma slowly calmed, Vegeta could stand it no longer. "Bulma," he groaned hoarsely, "I - I - need you! I need you now!"

A quickly lost thought flashed through Bulma's mind, as she wondered if Vegeta had ever admitted any kind of need before. She stepped back slightly freeing her hands to tug at his clothing, demanding access to what lay beneath.

Together they pulled off his tank shirt and shorts, releasing his swollen member from its restraints. She kneeled before his painful length as it bobbed inches from her eyes.

"N-n-NO! I need…" Vegeta intended to draw Bulma to the bed but he was never able to finish that thought, let alone the action. Bulma's tongue reached forward to delicately stroke just the velvety tip of his manhood and then pull back.

The effect was everything she could have hoped for. "Aaahhh!" Vegeta cried out, his knees almost buckling at the wonderfully unexpected sensation.

Bulma almost growled, "Why don't you have a seat?" as she gestured to the bed.

Vegeta was stunned; this was nothing like he'd ever experienced. Bulma directed him to lean back on his elbows with his feet still on the floor. Spreading his knees, Bulma again knelt before him and looked him straight in the eyes, promising him, "You'll like this."

Bulma began to gently lap at the pre-cum from his slit before drawing the glistening head into her mouth. Vegeta cried out, falling onto his back and thrusting his hips up so high that only his toes remained touching the floor. Bulma drew his shaft deep into her eager throat as her hands joined the assault her tongue had begun. One hand rolled his hanging balls in a gentle massage while the other stroked his shaft in time with her bobbing mouth.

It didn't take long for Vegeta's hands to find their way to Bulma's head, holding her steady as he thrust desperately into her mouth. Her tongue pressed his shaft against the roof of her mouth as he thrust, creating both friction and suction. Bulma's special attention quickly pushed Vegeta past the point of return. The pressure within him mounted beyond his ability to control. There were no words, nothing one could understand in the almost painful sounds that escaped his lips. Then, in a moment that stretched to eternity, he found his release and the world seemed to explode with his pleasure.

As the torrent of hot semen flooded her mouth, Bulma swallowed rapidly, not wanting to waste a drop. Nonetheless, when she released his softened member, her fingers wiped white trails away from her chin. Bulma climbed over his prone body until their lips met once more in a slow savoring kiss.

Moving to the center of the bed, they lay facing one another, softly stroking the others body. Vegeta slid his hand along Bulma's shoulder and arm, following the curve of her body from breast to thigh, appreciating the beautiful creature before him. His fingertips stroked her full breasts, gently pinching and rolling her nipples between them. The urgency of their first encounter had passed; now he meant to take his time. Vegeta leaned toward her, pressing her onto her back before he began this new assault upon her senses. He stroked over her smooth belly and kissed her neck, burying his face in her hair, breathing deeply of her scent.

Bulma gently traced one of the many scars that moved across Vegeta's chest, remembering, with a grin, another of his scars she had explored once before. She brushed the thumb of one hand over his nipple, feeling it tighten at her touch. Her other hand slid slowly down Vegeta's back, seeking the small circular nub of his tail scar. Finding it, she rubbed her fingers over its slightly raised surface, earning a loud shuddering moan from Vegeta.

"Woman," Vegeta growled, pulling her hand away even as he pressed his hardened manhood against her thigh, "No - Not so fast." Lacing her fingers with his, Vegeta held Bulma's hands to either side of her head. He returned his attention to his previous task. Lightly his lips and teeth moved over her neck and shoulders, down to her chest, leaving a burning trail in their wake. His tongue circled one breast then the other, nipping and then teasing her flesh with butterfly kisses, finally making his way to her sensitive nipples. Bulma's back arched as Vegeta plucked at each one with his teeth, then suckled and licked them to erect peaks.

With Bulma's soft moans to encourage him, Vegeta's trail of kisses moved slowly down her belly to the tiny mound of blue curls at the apex of her thighs. He looked up at Bulma with questioning eyes.

"Yes, Vegeta," she moaned. "Please, I want you to taste me!"

Vegeta needed no further enticement. He drew up her knees and spread her legs, giving him unhindered access to her treasure.

Her scent was strong and sweet, making him ache to plunge himself into her depths. Vegeta lowered his mouth to her flower, kissing her lower lips and tasting the moisture that flowed from her center. Releasing Bulma's hands, he shifted to cup her warm butt in his hands, lifting her to meet his lips. Vegeta's tongue reached into her depths, caressing her from the inside of her flower. Bulma's soft sounds reassured him, and he replaced his tongue with his fingers, massaging her inner chamber while his tongue sought her bead of pleasure.

Bulma sank her hands deep into Vegeta's hair as his attention brought her closer and closer to her climax. Before she could reach it, Vegeta pulled away and returned his lips to hers in a bruising kiss as he positioned himself over her entrance. With one smooth thrust, he buried himself completely within her; both Vegeta and Bulma cried out at the wonderfully tight fit. As Vegeta began his long, slow thrusts, Bulma wrapped her legs around his waist and arched to meet him.

Gradually, Vegeta's thrusts became faster, harder, as his need built higher and higher. Bulma's circle of muscle tightened rhythmically around his shaft, making it hard for him to hold off the explosion that was so close to engulfing him. Bulma's body began to shudder as waves of pleasure crashed through her body, squeezing even tighter the muscles enclosing Vegeta's shaft. Just a few more short quick thrusts led Vegeta to join Bulma in her release.

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The sun had begun to set as Vegeta silently held his Mate within his arms. He softly brushed the hair from her sleeping face. ~'You have no idea of the trouble you put me through.' Someday, he would have to explain what was now between them, but not now, not yet.

Vegeta's honor was satisfied, as was his body. Leaning his head against her soft, sweet hair, Vegeta closed his eyes and slept.

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