Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ It's all fun and games until... ❯ Hey, we match ( Chapter 4 )

[ 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...

    Once again she had no come back, so she silently stood. He approached her, looking almost menacing, even though he was only in his underwear. She closed her eyes and lifted her arms into the air.
   "You're going to be quick and just rip the clothes off, right? No need to drag this out..." she knew she was in for a ride now, her voice sounded too pleading.
   "Oh, no, this won't do. Open your eyes and look at me." Her eyes opened one at a time to find him almost nose to nose with her. "I want you to remember just who is doing this to you." Shock flashed across his face for a second, making her realize that he actually did mean it. He just didn't mean to say it. Those were the words you knew you could believe from him. He did want her.
   His eyes held her captive as he reached up to her arms, wrapping his hands around each tricep. Slowly, his hands raised up to her fore-arms and finally her wrists. His touches were so light, as if a caress, that she couldn't fight him as he lowered her arms back to her sides. Just his fingers ran up her wrists, both sets walking inward to the waist of her jeans. Despite the tickling feeling of them running along her waistband, she couldn't find the ability to laugh as she just continued to silently stare into his eyes.
   His hands met in the middle and her breath hitched as he followed her earlier suggestion, the button of her jean falling to the ground and he ripped them open in the front. He tried to keep his face neutral as he undressed her, but she could see the animal just beneath the surface, struggling even more fiercely as his hands slipped inside her jeans. Vegeta took a moment to rest his hands flat against her stomach as he took a few deep breaths. She wasn't sure if they were to calm him or to gather in her scent, either way...it was just hot. She knew she had him struggling when he pulled his hands out from her pants to pay attention to her shirt. It wasn't like him to leave a job undone before going to the next. He gathered the bottom of her shirt and began to lift up, Bulma aiding him by lifting her arms once again.
   Before she knew it, her back hit the wall. He had been backing her up, and she never even realized it, being so caught up in his gaze. Intentional? Probably. Now she was stuck, her hands caught up in her balled up shirt, still around her wrists. The emotion now flickered in his eyes, sending her own animal insticts into overdrive. In a simpler sort of way he had just stalked her, and cornered her into the wall. Now she was trapped and at his mercy. He moved as close as he could without touching her, sniffing her once again. Without warning, his eyes refocused and he began to smirk. Once again, he was in control. It amazed her how he could do it, seeing as she was still putty in his hands.
   All busines, he pulled away, letting her shirt drop to the ground. He stuck a hand in each side of her pants and yanked them down. Once she was fully out of her clothes he took a few steps back, openly admiring her exposed flesh.
   "We match." She was totally confused until she looked down. Sure enough, she also wore matching dark blue underclothes. Both silk, she noted.
   "We do. And I think we should find me a matching towel if I'm going to sit down on the couch again." Vegeta sniffed the air again, as if just now catching her scent.
   "Do you get this turned on everytime you get undressed?" he kept the mood light, but he was advancing on her again, sniffing the air around her.
   "Honestly, I don't think I've even been this turned on on my life."
   "Ever?" He gave her a skeptical brow. "What about the weakling? He never got your panties this wet?" Bulma could have been shocked at how dirty he could speak, but she was realizing why he didn't talk like this normally. Hearing him like this now only made it that more intense.
   "He wishes he got me this hot," she whispered. "I feel like I'd probably get off if a strong wind blew my way..." she began to blush as she realized the words she just uttered.
   "Really?" His face took on a curious expression as he rested a hand on her upper thigh. "So if a strong wind would do the trick, what would a finger do to you right now?" Her eyes shut and she let her weight fall fully back against the wall as he began to inch his hand across her thigh. "Then again," his hand stopped just as he began to touch the silk of her underwear. "We wouldn't want to embarass you..."
   He stepped away and left her gawking and fuming. She had to use her deep breathing techniques to calm her body down enough to move. By the time she finally made it to the couch, Vegeta had already poured another set of shots and there was a blanket placed over her spot on the leather couch.
   "How thoughtful," she remarked sarcastically as she sat down and took her shot.
   "Well, in your current situation, if we continue this game you're definately going to need it."
   "Do you want to continue this game?" He smirked as he detected the slightest amount of fear in her voice.
   "Actually, yes, I do. I've been enjoying it thoroughly." She had to sneak a peek at his crotch to see if it was really true. Yep, there was still a significat size bulge in the front of his boxers. She almost reached over to grab it, this time on purpose. She had been so shocked that she didn't even acknowledge what she had touched. Now, she was shocked at the size. It was almost frightening to think of sex with him.
   "Alright then, truth or dare?" He pondered as he poured them another. Thank god he didn't get hangovers.
   "Truth." In all honesty, he didn't think that he could trust himself to do another dare that resembled anything sexual. Not right away at least. He had almost lost it on the last one. He had wanted nothing more than to lift her up the wall and fuck her until she cried. But that just wouldn't do. She was going to have to make the move. No one was going to say that he had forced himself on her. A few of the Z fighters had caught his gazes towards her, and he knew they were concerned with her safety. He wanted her so bad he could taste it, but for that to happen, she would have to hop on, literally.