Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ It's all fun and games until... ❯ Prove it ( Chapter 3 )

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

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...

    "Oh, yes, that's exactly what your dare is. And you'd better make it good. I've been kissed plenty of times and I have yet to find any proof on what you say." Bulma rolled her eyes as she grabbed his hand away from her mouth. If she didn't know any better, he would seem like he was pulling a third grade stunt where he could get to kiss her, but not lose face by admitting that he wanted it. She moved in for the kill, hoping she was as good of a kisser as she thought she was.
   Bulma began the kiss gently, her lips pressing against his with the barest amount of pressure. Part of her was afraid that he was just going to use this to mock her afterwards, so she didn't want to put all of herself into it right off the bat. He didn't dissapoint though, returning the kiss, along with a reassuring squeeze of her hand. She hadn't realized that she still clasped it from when she pulled his finger from her lips. She squeezed back and her kisses grew bolder. As the pressure of her lips grew deeper, she began to lean further against his body, a natural instinct to be close to the one she kissed.
   Vegeta returned everything he got, never pressing her further though. Even though he wasn't lying about having kissed plenty, he wasn't about to take over the kiss like he normally did. It was her dare after all.
   She tried to throw in a surprise, letting her tongue slip out to run over his lips. He caught her off guard though, his mouth totally in synch with hers. Any restraint Bulma might have had during the beginning flew out the window when their tongues touched. A heat bloomed inside of her, something that she hadn't felt in a long time from a kiss. Her hand left his after one more squeeze, moving up his arm to his neck. Soon she had both hands on the back of his neck and Vegeta took advantage of two free hands by wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her even closer.
   Giving in to the only dominant move he had made, she found herself straddling his lap. His thick thighs forced her legs apart, bringing so many hot thoughts into her mind that she had to moan. He returned her vocalizations with growls, his mind also running madly down the same thought trail. He let his hands slide down her lower back to grasp her ass, while she took handfulls of his hair, maneuvering his head to kiss deeper.
   Despite his original idea to let her lead in everything, he was soon using his hands to grind her down against his lap. His hope was to releave some of the pressure of his aching groin, but of course it only made his need stronger. Vegeta started growling in frustration, turning some of the kisses into nips as he slipped to some more animal side that Bulma had not often seen.
   Although each bite felt insanely erotic, it did help her ground her thoughts slightly. Enough that she was able to tell that there were now three things grasping at her. Reluctantly, she pulled away. Her hands stayed clutched in his hair, holding his head back in case he tried to follow her as she retreated. He did, but only half heartedly and she was able to keep him back.
   "What's touching me?" she asked breathlessly, returning to his personal space to rest her forhead against his. Although he usually seemed quite against her invading his space, she felt that after this situation, it was alright for a moment. He was obviously lost in the moment as well, as he didn't respond right away. "Vegeta?"
   He blinked a few times before fully opening his eyes. He looked up into hers, something obviously written in his eyes, but she just couldn't figure it out before he lowered them to glance at her body. He chuckled and looked back up at her, the walls back up, smirk in place.
   "That would be my tail." Bulma glanced down, and sure enough, there was his tail wrapped around her back, the end resting against her inner thigh. It was a beautiful dark brown, the fur slightly fluffed, as if he was an aggitated cat. With a giggle, she untangled her hands from her hair and reached down to caress his tail. With each run over the fur Vegeta shivered beneath her, the fur standing up slightly more.
   "I guess I made a believer out of him," she whispered, running her hand over the fur one more time. His shivers turned to squirms and he nodded. "What about you?"
   "Oh, you know," he tried to act casual. "I suppose it was an adequate kiss." She raised a brow and ground her ass down against his crotch. "Okay," he chuckled, "you got me." With a sigh their giggles died down and Vegeta eventually became engrossed in the tv again. Confusion began to spread across his face. "What the hell are they doing?" Bulma went to slide off his lap, but his tail still held her firmly in place. Instead of trying to break the death grip, she just turned her head.
   "Ewww!" She turned back to him and buried her head in his shoulder. "I'm going to be scared for life!" He chuckled and patted her back. He must have been paying more attention to the tv because his hand stayed on her back, resting there as if he were holding her to him.
   As comfortable as she was, Bulma was pretty sure she needed another shot. Embarassment was starting to creep up as the earlier situation replayed in her mind. Vegeta had never shown any interest in her before, and after what he said, she knew he was definately sexually active. Did he just not find her attractive, and then she took advantage of him when he was drunk? She shifted as the situation became uncomfortable in her mind, surprised to find him still rock hard under her thigh. Maybe there was something more to it, but she didn't want to even think that way, afraid she was going to just get herself hurt. This is just harmless flirting, she reminded herself. With maybe just a little fooling around.
   "Vegeta, I think we're ready for another round." She couldn't tell what the look on his face meant as he leaned back, but he nodded and released all holds on her. She slid off his lap and re-filled their glasses.
   He continued to steal glances at her as they silently watched more porn and went through another round. Finally, realization dawned on her.
   "Truth of dare?"
   "I was beginning to think that you didn't want to play anymore," he teased. "What the hell, dare me." For a full moment she eyed him up and down, trying to find the courage to give him the dare she had thought up and truely wanted. He sat there, looking cocky and ready for anything she could throw his way. With a deep breath she began.
   "I appreciate a nice body as much as the next girl, so....I dare you to strip down to your underoos." A pause. "Unless you actually are wearing 'Underoos.'"
   "You want me to strip?" He poured 2 more shots as he waited for his answer.
   "What, do you need help?" She just about fell over. Did she really ask that? Wow, this alcohol was making her bold, she realized. "Stand up too. I want to see this." With a huff, he stood up as he was told.
   "Do I get any cheesy music to dance to?" As if on cue the tv switched scenes and the cheesy 70's music that everyone knows and loves came on. He smirked. "Got any dollar bills?"
   "Oh, just get on with it! Or rather, off with it!"
   He began with his shirt, no dancing involved. Apparently, he was serious about the dollar bills.
    Bulma sat there, happily speechless, as each of his abdominal muscles came into view. He was removing his shirt slowly, taking control of this situation, teasing her senses. He didn't think that she could flood him any more with the smell of her heat, but he sure was going to try. Her scent was becoming like a drug to him. Not just tonight; he had been eager to smell it for a very long time now, using any oportunity he could find to create it.
   When his shirt was finally off, he tossed it at her, wiggling his brows. His hands found the tie to his pants and he slowly undid them, watching her. He had no fear that she'd see him watching, waiting for any signs of attraction, since her eyes were glued to his crotch. As his pants fell to the floor she seemed to snap out of it and reached for her glass that he had filled earlier. He casually stepped out of his pants and kicked them away as she sucked down her alcohol.
   "Damn alcohol! It's making me burn up!" She fanned herself, but they both knew he saw through her lie.
   "Mmhmm. don't let it be a compliment to me. I've been nice all night too." He fake pouted as he stood there in just his dark blue boxers.
   "Please, Vegeta. You don't need me to compliment you. You know how hot you are." He smirked, his plan having worked.
   "Speaking of hot...If you're burning up there, maybe you should take off your clothes too..."
   "Is that my dare?"
   "Actually, your dare is to let me take them off for you." Her eyes widened. "Chicken?"
   "No...I'll take that dare...even though I didn't officially choose dare," she added the last part as a mumble.
   "Now who's the one faking here? We both know that you'll never verbally admit that you dream of fucking me every night." Her body flushed with heat again just at the sound of his voice saying 'fucking'. " So I just saved you the effort of saying dare. Now stand up so we can cool you down."

***A/N: Rut roh, raggy...and here Bulma thought she could hide those naughty little thoughts to herself. I might get one more chapter posted tonight, though I'm quite nervous about posting. This is my first story that got anywhere near completion (I've got 8 chapters written out so far). Someone send me some sort of thoughts?