Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ It's all fun and games until... ❯ Popcorn and Porn ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: ForBloodIsLife 
The story started here in my mind, so it shall start here in readable words. Assume they've already thrown back a few shots, no one's keeping count (I know I sure didn't...)
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.18.2008 | Updated On: 04.18.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 1.6K | Status: Work In Progress
The story started here in my mind, so it shall start here in readable words. Assume they've already thrown back a few shots, no one's keeping count (I know I sure didn't...)
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.18.2008 | Updated On: 04.18.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 1.6K | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I own the cigarette in my hand, the bag of stale tortilla chips in front of me, and the pants on my bottom, however, I do not own the rights to DBZ. The people somewhere at Funimation, Toei, or Akira Toriyama's house do. If I did own it, I'd at least have fresh chips...
"It was so wierd at first to see you without Yamcha. I thought you two were attached at the mouth." Bulma blinked at his odd comment. Vegeta didn't often bring up the ex couple. Alcohol will do that to you, she thought as she poured another round of vodka. "I mean -" he paused to lift his shot glass to hers and then throw it back. "Were you two capable of carrying on a conversation with each other? Or did you just lock lips when the silence got uncomfortable?"
"You don't know the first thing about romance!" Bulma squealed in return. 'Neither did Yamcha,' she silently added. "Kissing is a great thing. You can show affection, love, arousal." She had to giggle at the last one. She just said arousal in front of Vegeta. The one man who had been keeping her in a constant state of arousal for the last few months. Every day she had to wake up and know that even though the most beautiful creature currently residing on earth was staying at her house, she wasn't allowed to touch. How depressing to be able to have any man in the world, except the one you wanted. She quickly took her shot to cover the pout that was starting to form.
"Words also convey those emotions, woman." Vegeta placed his glass in the middle of the card table, indicating that he was ready for the next round. "For example: Hey cutie! I love you! Wanna fuck? See! All obviously stated without bodily fluids."
"Yeah, I'm really sure you have a problem exchanging 'bodily fluids'." He had to smirk, she had caught him on that one. She just rolled her eyes in response and re-filled the glasses. "I'm betting that you've probably never been good and thoroughly kissed before, have you?"
"I've been kissed plenty! I am a prince, afterall!" He huffed and glanced impatiently at his refreshment. "Are you going to give me my drink or what?"
Bulma had been toying with the rim of his glass when a thought suddenly popped into her mind.
"Kiss me."
"What?!?" Vegeta was comical in his shock, having almost fallen out of his chair. "Why?"
"Because I want you to see what the big deal is, mister 'I've been kissed plenty'. So kiss me, or no more drinky for you!" While she did feel slightly childish - and desperate sounding - Bulma knew that he was enjoying this new alcoholic beverage and he wasn't about to give it up.
The Saiyan sighed and lifted himself up of his chair to lean across the table. Bulma was already at the center, her eyes closed as she waited patiently for the semi-forced, yet still highly desired, kiss. As soon as thier lips met, she knew that she could easily become addicted to the feeling of his lips. They were warm and firm, not the least bit slobbery or unconfident as they pressed up against hers. However, they were also leaving entirely too quickly. Vegeta left her in the middle of the table, his shot glass in hand as he sat back down.
"See, kisses are meaningless. You can't tell me that you were able to get any spectacular message from that encounter." He lifted his glass into the air as if to toast to the unworthiness of kisses, but she refused to agree to it and just took her shot with a glare in his direction.
Silence fell between them and her mind began to wander down the inevitable path that drinking starts to take you. Yamcha, she sighed inwardly as she shakily poured another round for the both of them. Yamcha and her. In bed. She flushed and handed Vegeta's glass to him. The 5 minutes later, she thought, when Yamcha was half cuddling, half sleeping while Bulma herself was still unsatisfied. As if kisses could make that better. She began to chastise herself about sounding like Vegeta when she got the overwhelming urge to explain the entire thought process to him. This meaning that of course she did tell him, bringing the high and mighty to the low and slightly blushing.
"So you're right! Kisses don't mean shit when you spend night after night not getting off!" She raised her glass to toast and all he could do was silently click her glass, mouth hanging open in shock. "I should just be re-considered a virgin! He was so quick, how do I know that it was really in at all?!?"
Vegeta had been savoring the taste of the expensive liquor before swallowing it, but she caught him off guard. Instead of swallowing he ended up snorting it out of his nose. One hand slapped the table while the other clutched his nose. He howled in laughter for a good minute before Bulma realized what she had said and had to laugh as well.
"Woman, you can't be serious. I've seen those movies on tv, and you must be talking about them."
"What movies? Have you been watching porn again?" On numerous occasions she had caught Vegeta in the living room, watching porn. He always ate popcorn while he watched, as if he was at the theaters, and it totally confused and slightly disturbed her. Was this normal viewing material for him back on his ship?
"Ooo - porn." He got up and grabbed the bottle of vodka with both glasses. "Make me some popcorn and then come explain some of these things that you talk about." Her cheeks were already rosy from the drinking, so he didn't seem to notice her blush. "I'll be in the living room."
She could hardly believe her situation. Vegeta just instructed her to come watch porn with him. Had she died and gone to heaven? This seemed like the beginning of a porno itself. Two innocent kids just sitting around, watching a porn and suddenly get inspired...She grinned the entire 4 minutes that the microwave took to make the popcorn.
Bulma entered the living room, bowl in hand, only to be greeted by cheesy music and Vegeta staring glassy-eyed at the tv screen. She pried the bottle of vodka out of his hand and swapped it with the popcorn bowl. He had been gripping the bottle so tight, she was afraid that he was going to break it. He grunted his appreciation and began stuffing his face with extra butter.
"Do you want another?" She lifted the bottle into the air. His only response was a nod, his eyes still glued to the girl on the screen who was enthusiastically giving a blow job. Bulma just rolled her eyes and proceeded to pour two shots. Leaving hers on the table she held his out in front of him. "Here you go." No response. "Good god, what is it with guys and head?" She scooted closer on the couch and held the drink under his nose. He grunted again, but didn't take it from her hand. Glancing at the screen, she was beginning to get sucked into the scene as well. 'Damn,' she thought, 'that girl is really going to town there.' She willed her eyes back to Vegeta, not wanting to appear as interested as she was. "C'mon man, your drink."
With no other thoughts coming to mind, she decided to use sex as a diversion from, well, sex. After placing his shot on the table next to hers, she moved closer still, leaning against him. Her nails drug against the back of his neck, not enough to cause pain, but enough to definately get his attention. His entire body stiffened up, although she did not see him move his head towards her. Moving up from his neck, she let her fingers play with the hair at the base of his skull as she whispered his name, her lips brushing against his ear with each syllable.
"What?" he all but gasped out, as if he had truely enjoyed the caresses she offered.
"Your shot is waiting for you..." She giggled and grinned smuggly as she pulled away, feeling she had won a point for her team on the seduction score board. He may act indifferent towards her, yet his body was unwillingly telling her something different. An almost inaudible groan came from Vegeta, full of disappointment and embarassment. "I'm sorry about that, but I couldn't get your attention any other way." 'Sure you could,' he thought evily as he glanced back towards the tv for a moment.
"That was an interesting wake up call, woman. However, you should be careful. Remember, I am stronger than you." He poked her in her weakling human arm as if to prove a point. Then leaned forward and grabbed both glasses from the table, his eyes never leaving her face. "I could pin you on the couch before you even had a chance to blink, let alone yell for help." He handed her one of the shots, waiting for a volitile action or remark.
"Yeah," she gulped, but quickly regained her smart ass composure. "But if you pinned me down, any hopes of getting that," she genstured to the screen and they both stopped a moment to watch the girl finish him off for the money shot. "Anyways - pinning someone down kinda removes that aspect from sex...unless you like to gag the poor girl and give her no room to play." Feeling inspired, she raised her shot glass to him. "To blow jobs." He blinked once and raised his glass.
"Amen." They downed their shots thoughtfully. Bulma sat there with closed eyes, enjoying the feeling of the liquid fire going down her throat to her belly. Vegeta, on the other hand, had his eyes glued on the woman next to him. He had not met many females that would toast to that...was it a subliminal message? He had just built up enough courage to ask such a bold question, but she began to run her mouth again.
"So, what's on next?"
"It was so wierd at first to see you without Yamcha. I thought you two were attached at the mouth." Bulma blinked at his odd comment. Vegeta didn't often bring up the ex couple. Alcohol will do that to you, she thought as she poured another round of vodka. "I mean -" he paused to lift his shot glass to hers and then throw it back. "Were you two capable of carrying on a conversation with each other? Or did you just lock lips when the silence got uncomfortable?"
"You don't know the first thing about romance!" Bulma squealed in return. 'Neither did Yamcha,' she silently added. "Kissing is a great thing. You can show affection, love, arousal." She had to giggle at the last one. She just said arousal in front of Vegeta. The one man who had been keeping her in a constant state of arousal for the last few months. Every day she had to wake up and know that even though the most beautiful creature currently residing on earth was staying at her house, she wasn't allowed to touch. How depressing to be able to have any man in the world, except the one you wanted. She quickly took her shot to cover the pout that was starting to form.
"Words also convey those emotions, woman." Vegeta placed his glass in the middle of the card table, indicating that he was ready for the next round. "For example: Hey cutie! I love you! Wanna fuck? See! All obviously stated without bodily fluids."
"Yeah, I'm really sure you have a problem exchanging 'bodily fluids'." He had to smirk, she had caught him on that one. She just rolled her eyes in response and re-filled the glasses. "I'm betting that you've probably never been good and thoroughly kissed before, have you?"
"I've been kissed plenty! I am a prince, afterall!" He huffed and glanced impatiently at his refreshment. "Are you going to give me my drink or what?"
Bulma had been toying with the rim of his glass when a thought suddenly popped into her mind.
"Kiss me."
"What?!?" Vegeta was comical in his shock, having almost fallen out of his chair. "Why?"
"Because I want you to see what the big deal is, mister 'I've been kissed plenty'. So kiss me, or no more drinky for you!" While she did feel slightly childish - and desperate sounding - Bulma knew that he was enjoying this new alcoholic beverage and he wasn't about to give it up.
The Saiyan sighed and lifted himself up of his chair to lean across the table. Bulma was already at the center, her eyes closed as she waited patiently for the semi-forced, yet still highly desired, kiss. As soon as thier lips met, she knew that she could easily become addicted to the feeling of his lips. They were warm and firm, not the least bit slobbery or unconfident as they pressed up against hers. However, they were also leaving entirely too quickly. Vegeta left her in the middle of the table, his shot glass in hand as he sat back down.
"See, kisses are meaningless. You can't tell me that you were able to get any spectacular message from that encounter." He lifted his glass into the air as if to toast to the unworthiness of kisses, but she refused to agree to it and just took her shot with a glare in his direction.
Silence fell between them and her mind began to wander down the inevitable path that drinking starts to take you. Yamcha, she sighed inwardly as she shakily poured another round for the both of them. Yamcha and her. In bed. She flushed and handed Vegeta's glass to him. The 5 minutes later, she thought, when Yamcha was half cuddling, half sleeping while Bulma herself was still unsatisfied. As if kisses could make that better. She began to chastise herself about sounding like Vegeta when she got the overwhelming urge to explain the entire thought process to him. This meaning that of course she did tell him, bringing the high and mighty to the low and slightly blushing.
"So you're right! Kisses don't mean shit when you spend night after night not getting off!" She raised her glass to toast and all he could do was silently click her glass, mouth hanging open in shock. "I should just be re-considered a virgin! He was so quick, how do I know that it was really in at all?!?"
Vegeta had been savoring the taste of the expensive liquor before swallowing it, but she caught him off guard. Instead of swallowing he ended up snorting it out of his nose. One hand slapped the table while the other clutched his nose. He howled in laughter for a good minute before Bulma realized what she had said and had to laugh as well.
"Woman, you can't be serious. I've seen those movies on tv, and you must be talking about them."
"What movies? Have you been watching porn again?" On numerous occasions she had caught Vegeta in the living room, watching porn. He always ate popcorn while he watched, as if he was at the theaters, and it totally confused and slightly disturbed her. Was this normal viewing material for him back on his ship?
"Ooo - porn." He got up and grabbed the bottle of vodka with both glasses. "Make me some popcorn and then come explain some of these things that you talk about." Her cheeks were already rosy from the drinking, so he didn't seem to notice her blush. "I'll be in the living room."
She could hardly believe her situation. Vegeta just instructed her to come watch porn with him. Had she died and gone to heaven? This seemed like the beginning of a porno itself. Two innocent kids just sitting around, watching a porn and suddenly get inspired...She grinned the entire 4 minutes that the microwave took to make the popcorn.
Bulma entered the living room, bowl in hand, only to be greeted by cheesy music and Vegeta staring glassy-eyed at the tv screen. She pried the bottle of vodka out of his hand and swapped it with the popcorn bowl. He had been gripping the bottle so tight, she was afraid that he was going to break it. He grunted his appreciation and began stuffing his face with extra butter.
"Do you want another?" She lifted the bottle into the air. His only response was a nod, his eyes still glued to the girl on the screen who was enthusiastically giving a blow job. Bulma just rolled her eyes and proceeded to pour two shots. Leaving hers on the table she held his out in front of him. "Here you go." No response. "Good god, what is it with guys and head?" She scooted closer on the couch and held the drink under his nose. He grunted again, but didn't take it from her hand. Glancing at the screen, she was beginning to get sucked into the scene as well. 'Damn,' she thought, 'that girl is really going to town there.' She willed her eyes back to Vegeta, not wanting to appear as interested as she was. "C'mon man, your drink."
With no other thoughts coming to mind, she decided to use sex as a diversion from, well, sex. After placing his shot on the table next to hers, she moved closer still, leaning against him. Her nails drug against the back of his neck, not enough to cause pain, but enough to definately get his attention. His entire body stiffened up, although she did not see him move his head towards her. Moving up from his neck, she let her fingers play with the hair at the base of his skull as she whispered his name, her lips brushing against his ear with each syllable.
"What?" he all but gasped out, as if he had truely enjoyed the caresses she offered.
"Your shot is waiting for you..." She giggled and grinned smuggly as she pulled away, feeling she had won a point for her team on the seduction score board. He may act indifferent towards her, yet his body was unwillingly telling her something different. An almost inaudible groan came from Vegeta, full of disappointment and embarassment. "I'm sorry about that, but I couldn't get your attention any other way." 'Sure you could,' he thought evily as he glanced back towards the tv for a moment.
"That was an interesting wake up call, woman. However, you should be careful. Remember, I am stronger than you." He poked her in her weakling human arm as if to prove a point. Then leaned forward and grabbed both glasses from the table, his eyes never leaving her face. "I could pin you on the couch before you even had a chance to blink, let alone yell for help." He handed her one of the shots, waiting for a volitile action or remark.
"Yeah," she gulped, but quickly regained her smart ass composure. "But if you pinned me down, any hopes of getting that," she genstured to the screen and they both stopped a moment to watch the girl finish him off for the money shot. "Anyways - pinning someone down kinda removes that aspect from sex...unless you like to gag the poor girl and give her no room to play." Feeling inspired, she raised her shot glass to him. "To blow jobs." He blinked once and raised his glass.
"Amen." They downed their shots thoughtfully. Bulma sat there with closed eyes, enjoying the feeling of the liquid fire going down her throat to her belly. Vegeta, on the other hand, had his eyes glued on the woman next to him. He had not met many females that would toast to that...was it a subliminal message? He had just built up enough courage to ask such a bold question, but she began to run her mouth again.
"So, what's on next?"