Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ It's all fun and games until... ❯ Truth or Dare, my friend ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: ForBloodIsLife 
Bulma finds that the always cunning Prince can find a way for her to stick her foot into her mouth even as they watch porn...
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.18.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Work In Progress
Bulma finds that the always cunning Prince can find a way for her to stick her foot into her mouth even as they watch porn...
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.18.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 1.3K | 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...
Bulma grabbed the remote from it's resting place on his thigh and switched to the listings. She absently reached for the popcorn as she scrolled through the listings. "Babe on babe? No. Dude on dude?"
"No!" Vegeta immediately felt his pants get roomier in the front. That is until her popcorn seeking hand accidently found his crotch instead. She froze up, embarassment paralyzing her hand.
"Am I grabbing what I think I'm grabbing....?" she asked as she prayed for a negative response. The small twitch that responded, along with his laughter confirmed the worst and she found the strength to yank her hand away. "I am sooooo sorry. The popcorn bowl was right around there the last time I checked!" Bulma even went as low as to hide her face in the back couch cushions. Instead of being offended, like she had expected, he just barked out laughter and stole the remote away from her.
"If you wanted a cheap feel, you could have just asked..." With each laugh she felt her face grow hotter. "Oh, come on. Crawl out from that rock you are hiding under and help me find a good show. Sometimes these earthling play-on-word titles confuse me. As does the programming line up..."he began to sound confused. "Truth or dare...why would they some silly kid's game on this channel?"
"Oh, it's not only a kid's game." She answered, finally pulling her face out from the cushions. He turned it on, and was about to change it anyways when he saw a group of "teenagers" sitting in a circle, clad in nothing but their underwear.
"Those aren't children..." Bulma chuckled, willing away the mortification.
"Like I said, it isn't only a kid's game. You can just make the questions and answers very sexual and/or naughty. You've never played?" He shook his head, still watching the beginning of the show curiously. The first girl's dare was to french kiss the guy next to her. 'Probably the only dull moment in this movie," Bulma thought. 'Soon, it will have lesbo written all over it.' Although she had nothing against girl on girl, it really did nothing for her, so she had to think quick of how to get his attention before he was engrossed in that. That, or another blow job scene. Then it occured to her.
"Truth or dare, Vegeta." He blinked and looked at her, back to the tv, and then back to her again. "Come on, pick one. It will be fun. Truth or dare?"
"Truth," he decided. He had no real secrets to speak of, and honestly, he was slightly scared of her 'dares'.
"How old were you when you first had sex?" Bulma's eyes sparkled mischeviously at him, as if he was going to embarass himself.
"I was 13, like every man should be." Her jaw dropped. "What? It was part of your training upon the ship. You couldn't be a warrior if you weren't even a man! I thought that was common everywhere."
"I need a drink," Bulma gulped. She thought that maybe he watched so much porn because, despite his sex god appearance, maybe he was inexperienced, not the other way around. Vegeta did the honors of pouring, amused by her expression. He handed hers to her with a smirk.
"My turn then?" She nodded, clutching her glass. She suddenly felt very shy. "Great." He downed his shot like a pro and gave her the once over with his eyes. "Truth or dare, woman?"
"Truth." Regret! Yes, I regret this! Next!
"I know that you and the weakling broke up some time ago, but I still hear you moaning in your sleep like you did when you were still together. Are you still fantasizing about him in your sleep, or is there a new man in your mental sheets?" Her eyes darted to the floor and he cackled. He had already knew the answer, anyone with his senses would know how badly she wanted him, but it was so much more fun to have her squirm and finally force her to admit it. "It is someone else, isn't it?"
"Someone else, yes."
"Spill it woman, who is it?" She suddenly remembered her drink and threw it back. She absolutely refused to admit it when she was still only buzzed.
"Uh-uh. You only get one question per round. My turn. Truth or dare?" He gave her a grin that said he would get her next round.
"Truth."
"Have you had sex since you came to Earth?"
"Oh, yes, I've sampled the females of this planet. The variety is so surprising! I've never seen a woman play hard to get before, although I've heard of them before. They all come to see my point of view in the end though..." He looked almost wolfish as he remembered his conquests. "If you need any dirt on the president of that company your father is trying to aquire, I'd be most happy to help. Would you believe she begged me to-" Bulma pressed her hand against his mouth as he finished his sentance. She didn't want to hear anymore. How could he be willing to screw that beast, yet never make a pass at her...? Her confidence definately took a beating there, but she didn't let it show. Vegeta pulled her hand away, leaving the subject be.
"My turn again. Truth or dare?"
"D-dare." She said cautiously. She could see it in his dark eyes that he had not forgotten her last round. She also had the suspicion that he already knew the answer. A blind man could tell that she wanted the cocky asshole. And while he didn't appear to be the most observant, she knew he wasn't blind, nor human for that matter. He had stated time and time again that all of his senses were superior to hers. Usually, these statements came right after she read a hot chapter in a romance novel or had just come home from Yamcha's. There was no doubt in her mind that he could smell her phermones in the air when she was turned on. In fact, he was probably smelling them right now, knowing that they were because of him. The alcohol she continued to drink was not doing anything to help her avoid her attraction to him either.
The devilish smirk that graced his lips made her begin to re-think her choice. Was what he had planned for her really better than total humiliation? To distract herself she reached for the bottle of booze and poured them more shots, trying to block out the thousands of thoughts about awful dares he could come up with. She handed him the filled glass, but he set it aside and stared at her.
"You're going to prove to me that a kiss is actually worth something." His gaze moved from her eyes to her lips as he shifted towards her on the couch. As she had already been pressed up against him earlier, there wasn't more than a face distance away from them now. "If it truely is as important as you say it is," he paused to run his finger over each lip, " I want you to prove it."
"You want me to kiss you?" she asked, thinking she heard him wrong. It was like hearing that you won the million dollar lottery. It had to be restated to be believed.
Bulma grabbed the remote from it's resting place on his thigh and switched to the listings. She absently reached for the popcorn as she scrolled through the listings. "Babe on babe? No. Dude on dude?"
"No!" Vegeta immediately felt his pants get roomier in the front. That is until her popcorn seeking hand accidently found his crotch instead. She froze up, embarassment paralyzing her hand.
"Am I grabbing what I think I'm grabbing....?" she asked as she prayed for a negative response. The small twitch that responded, along with his laughter confirmed the worst and she found the strength to yank her hand away. "I am sooooo sorry. The popcorn bowl was right around there the last time I checked!" Bulma even went as low as to hide her face in the back couch cushions. Instead of being offended, like she had expected, he just barked out laughter and stole the remote away from her.
"If you wanted a cheap feel, you could have just asked..." With each laugh she felt her face grow hotter. "Oh, come on. Crawl out from that rock you are hiding under and help me find a good show. Sometimes these earthling play-on-word titles confuse me. As does the programming line up..."he began to sound confused. "Truth or dare...why would they some silly kid's game on this channel?"
"Oh, it's not only a kid's game." She answered, finally pulling her face out from the cushions. He turned it on, and was about to change it anyways when he saw a group of "teenagers" sitting in a circle, clad in nothing but their underwear.
"Those aren't children..." Bulma chuckled, willing away the mortification.
"Like I said, it isn't only a kid's game. You can just make the questions and answers very sexual and/or naughty. You've never played?" He shook his head, still watching the beginning of the show curiously. The first girl's dare was to french kiss the guy next to her. 'Probably the only dull moment in this movie," Bulma thought. 'Soon, it will have lesbo written all over it.' Although she had nothing against girl on girl, it really did nothing for her, so she had to think quick of how to get his attention before he was engrossed in that. That, or another blow job scene. Then it occured to her.
"Truth or dare, Vegeta." He blinked and looked at her, back to the tv, and then back to her again. "Come on, pick one. It will be fun. Truth or dare?"
"Truth," he decided. He had no real secrets to speak of, and honestly, he was slightly scared of her 'dares'.
"How old were you when you first had sex?" Bulma's eyes sparkled mischeviously at him, as if he was going to embarass himself.
"I was 13, like every man should be." Her jaw dropped. "What? It was part of your training upon the ship. You couldn't be a warrior if you weren't even a man! I thought that was common everywhere."
"I need a drink," Bulma gulped. She thought that maybe he watched so much porn because, despite his sex god appearance, maybe he was inexperienced, not the other way around. Vegeta did the honors of pouring, amused by her expression. He handed hers to her with a smirk.
"My turn then?" She nodded, clutching her glass. She suddenly felt very shy. "Great." He downed his shot like a pro and gave her the once over with his eyes. "Truth or dare, woman?"
"Truth." Regret! Yes, I regret this! Next!
"I know that you and the weakling broke up some time ago, but I still hear you moaning in your sleep like you did when you were still together. Are you still fantasizing about him in your sleep, or is there a new man in your mental sheets?" Her eyes darted to the floor and he cackled. He had already knew the answer, anyone with his senses would know how badly she wanted him, but it was so much more fun to have her squirm and finally force her to admit it. "It is someone else, isn't it?"
"Someone else, yes."
"Spill it woman, who is it?" She suddenly remembered her drink and threw it back. She absolutely refused to admit it when she was still only buzzed.
"Uh-uh. You only get one question per round. My turn. Truth or dare?" He gave her a grin that said he would get her next round.
"Truth."
"Have you had sex since you came to Earth?"
"Oh, yes, I've sampled the females of this planet. The variety is so surprising! I've never seen a woman play hard to get before, although I've heard of them before. They all come to see my point of view in the end though..." He looked almost wolfish as he remembered his conquests. "If you need any dirt on the president of that company your father is trying to aquire, I'd be most happy to help. Would you believe she begged me to-" Bulma pressed her hand against his mouth as he finished his sentance. She didn't want to hear anymore. How could he be willing to screw that beast, yet never make a pass at her...? Her confidence definately took a beating there, but she didn't let it show. Vegeta pulled her hand away, leaving the subject be.
"My turn again. Truth or dare?"
"D-dare." She said cautiously. She could see it in his dark eyes that he had not forgotten her last round. She also had the suspicion that he already knew the answer. A blind man could tell that she wanted the cocky asshole. And while he didn't appear to be the most observant, she knew he wasn't blind, nor human for that matter. He had stated time and time again that all of his senses were superior to hers. Usually, these statements came right after she read a hot chapter in a romance novel or had just come home from Yamcha's. There was no doubt in her mind that he could smell her phermones in the air when she was turned on. In fact, he was probably smelling them right now, knowing that they were because of him. The alcohol she continued to drink was not doing anything to help her avoid her attraction to him either.
The devilish smirk that graced his lips made her begin to re-think her choice. Was what he had planned for her really better than total humiliation? To distract herself she reached for the bottle of booze and poured them more shots, trying to block out the thousands of thoughts about awful dares he could come up with. She handed him the filled glass, but he set it aside and stared at her.
"You're going to prove to me that a kiss is actually worth something." His gaze moved from her eyes to her lips as he shifted towards her on the couch. As she had already been pressed up against him earlier, there wasn't more than a face distance away from them now. "If it truely is as important as you say it is," he paused to run his finger over each lip, " I want you to prove it."
"You want me to kiss you?" she asked, thinking she heard him wrong. It was like hearing that you won the million dollar lottery. It had to be restated to be believed.