Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ It's all fun and games until... ❯ As you were... ( Chapter 5 )

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

Disclaimer: Roses are red, violets are blue, I don't own DBZ, and that makes me boo-hoo. All hail Funimation, Toei, and Akira Toriyama.

       "Okay," she began, downing her liquid courage before she continued. "Do you really want me, Vegeta?" He choked on the shot he was taking. "I've been getting a lot of signals from you tonight. Is this just some perverted way of getting your kicks, or are you hinting at something you actually want?" He opened his mouth to tell her she was being ridiculous, but she cut him off. "I'll keep playing either way, so you know. Even if you don't really want me specifically, this is the most action I've seen in a long time." They both chuckled at that. It was the same for him, but he wouldn't admit it. Ever since he began fantasizing of the blue haired witch in front of him, the other women just didn't seem to cut it. "I just want to know where I stand, that's all." Her honesty allowed him to be honest as well, instead of covering it up with his normal egotistical denial.
       "Woman, I'm not sure why I've let it go this far." Her face fell only the slightest bit, but she nodded for him to continue. "I will admit, I do find you very attractive." He let his eyes run over her barely covered form. "Fucking hot, actually. But I don't know if I should sleep with you or not." Confusion was clear as day on her face. He took a deep breath, figuring how to word this. "I don't usually allow myself to indulge in something that I want so badly." Bulma blinked, absorbing all of his words. Here she thought she didn't affect him at all, and then he blurts this out. They both sat in silence until he finally progressed on. "Truth or dare, Bulma?" The sound of her name sent shivers through her body.
       "Dare, if you can think of anything else to top the last one."
       "Are you still as worked up as before?" He wiggled his brows suggestively.
       "No, I've calmed down a bit, thank god, or else the walk back to the couch would have done me in."
       "Well, then, you're just going to have to get yourself back to that point, won't you?" She was sure she looked like a deer in the headlights. It was obvious what he was implying, something that she wouldn't even do for Yamcha. Still, she had to ask.
       "You want me to touch myself?" Heat rushed all over, from cheeks to groin as he nodded. "And you're going to watch?" His smirk widened.
       "How else am I going to be sure that you're actually completing your dare? Chop chop, unless the game is over and I win..."
       "Looks like you win either way," she muttered as she leaned back against the couch, not sure why she was going along with this. 'Because, you get to make him do the same,' she realized. Maybe that was what he wanted...
       Biting her lip she began, starting simple with her hand between her breasts. She had just begun to slide it down her stomach when Vegeta stopped her.
       "I left out one part." She huffed and waited. "You have to do this on my lap."
       "Pardon?" He patted his thighs invitingly. "You're serious?" Receiving no answer she stretched along the couch, finally coming to rest in another straddle across his lap. "Anything else you forgot?" He licked his lips as he openly stared at her cleavage.
       "No, I do believe this will do. You may begin." She shifted a few times on his lap, unable to find both a comfortable and accommodating position until he slid down, slightly slouching against the back.
       Bulma began this time with both hands on her breasts. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her head was turned to the side, but she could still feel his stare as she massaged the large mounds through her bra. She stayed on her breasts, rubbing, squeezing, caressing and pinching until she was turned on enough that she didn't care that Vegeta's face was right there, watching the entire show. Not that she could forget he was there, yet that just served to take her off to fantasy land. She was just about to move her hands lower when she heard him whisper.
       "What?" she whispered back, not stopping her movements, but opening her eyes.
       "Take it off," he whispered again, this time audibly. He wet his lips, drawing his bottom lip back in with his tongue. His face was caught somewhere between bliss and agony, looking as if he just wanted to latch on with his mouth. Bulma reached around, just about to undo the clasp of her bra when she stopped and smirked down at him.
       "Maybe later," she teased, finally allowing her hands to roam. Her left hand moved from one breast to the other, while her right hand began a path down her stomach and over the silk over her panties.
       Vegeta whined his disappointment as he continued to follow the movements of her hands, alternating back and forth between the both of them. His own hands were kneading at the couch, balling up the blanket that he had sat down for her.
       Her right hand finally took his full attention it began rubbing against her mound, not quite slipping under the material yet, just teasing little strokes. He seemed engrossed, but he wasn't at the point where Bulma needed him to be to fully enjoy this dare.
       Stepping it up a notch, she pushed the material off to the side, exposing herself to both her hand, and to him. She couldn't help but moan as her fingers brushed over her swollen clit on their way to her opening. She slid two fingers into herself, smiling with the perverse pleasure of both touching herself and finally getting a reaction out of the prince. He panted quietly as he watched her, his tail sneaking it's way towards her leg.
       Bulma switched the pressure of her hand, now using her hips to rock herself against her hand. The result: she was grinding herself not only on her hand, but on his swollen member as well.
       "Oh, god," he groaned, his hands finally moving to grasp her hips. "Stop." Since he really wasn't holding her in place she didn't stop, instead she chose to move faster. She removed her hand, giving him full contact to her heat instead of her hand as the middleman. His head fell back against the couch as he gave in, his hands now helping her to move over him.
       "Now, Vegeta, you told me to get to where I was before," she managed to gasp out. "I'm-not-quite-there..." As she said it, she realized she was just as worked up as before and she should stop. She went to put her hands on his shoulders to balance herself enough to stop but one of his hands shot up and grabbed her right hand. He continued to grind her roughly against his crotch and he brought her still moist fingers to his mouth.
       His half-shut eyes caught hers as he sucked on fingers, his tongue and teeth all in on the job. Once satisfied, he pulled her fingers out of his mouth and began to nip along the palm of her hand, her wrist and arm, all the while still rocking her.
      Suddenly, it hit her and she yelled out his name as she came. He released her arm to wrap both arms around her as she bucked violently against him, her own arms going around him, drawing his face to her chest.
       Bulma was vaguely aware of Vegeta using the situation to his advantage, licking and sucking at the bare flesh in front of him. All that she could really concentrate on were the little aftershocks that her body created as he continued to rub her now overly sensitive area against the hard ridge of his unsatisfied excitement. Yet, somehow, she knew that he wasn't doing that just to try to get his own enjoyment, he was helping her ride it out and get the most she could out of her orgasm.
         She wasn't sure how long she phased out for, but when she came to, she was still in Vegeta's arms. Despite how considerate he had been before, she still felt odd. Perhaps it was just that she was uncomfortable with herself. She had thought before that he would probably be all about himself during sex since he was selfish every other time, and here he was, not even having sex with her, yet trying to make sure she was satisfied.
       He must have noticed her tensing up because he released his grip on her. He looked like he felt awkward for a moment, but he quickly covered that up with a smirk and swatted her on her ass.
       "I said to the point you were at, not all the way to the end." She didn't even try to hide the blush. "Now my shorts are wet, I've got a raging hard-on, and you're probably too worn out after that show to continue..."