Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lemon Fantasy ❯ Banging in Bulma's Bedroom ( Chapter 2 )

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Warning: LEMON!! If you DON'T like reading about graphic sex, then GO away!

Author's Note: ~~*…Bulma's fantasies look like this …*~~

Lemon Fantasy

Chapter 2: Banging in Bulma's Bedroom

The dildo slipped from Bulma's slick passage into the cooled bathwater as her hand flew up to her chest in shock at the rude interruption.

Dammit! She thought furiously, Vegeta has the worst timing of anyone I know!

Of course, the object of her fantasies would have to choose that exact moment to disrupt her from her daydreams of him! Of his compact, muscular body …

Bulma shook her head to rid herself of those thoughts. The mood was totally ruined now, and she knew that Vegeta would be on her case in a matter of minutes, trying to get her to fix his stupid gravity room.

Bulma sighed and laid her head back against the rim of the tub as she covered her face with her hands. She had been so close! Her secret fantasy of taking Vegeta as her lover had been about to reach its climax-and more importantly, she had been about to reach her own climax, as well! And then the real Vegeta had to show up and ruin everything!

She growled as she heard his voice again. If she hadn't been in such a bad (i.e. sexually frustrated) mood, she might have noticed how sexy his voice sounded when he was being domineering. "Woman!" he shouted with enough force to make the entirety of Capsule Corporation shake, "I don't have all day! I need to train! Get down here and fix the fucking gravity room now!"

Standing up, Bulma decided that she was in no mood to deal with the Saiyan Prince right now-or to fix the gravity room! She grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her body. She was still wet-in more ways than one, much to her annoyance.

She walked through the connecting door into her bedroom, and then opened the door to the hallway just a crack. She yelled, just as loudly as Vegeta had earlier, "Go fix your own fucking gravity room! I'm not your servant!"

There, Bulma thought smugly, that should show him! It's about time he learned that he can't push Bulma Briefs around!

Just as she was about to slam her door for effect, who should suddenly appear in the doorway in front of her-due to his Saiyan speed-but Vegeta!

Bulma gasped, trying frantically to close the door in his face, but Vegeta placed a single hand on it, and pushed it all the way open. In the struggle, Bulma's towel fell unnoticed to the floor.

Unnoticed, that is, until Vegeta began to advance on her menacingly, but suddenly stopped, staring at her luscious, nude body.

Bulma just stood there, trembling. She knew she shouldn't be afraid of him, and deep down, she knew that he would never hurt her. But appearing in front of her so suddenly like that had startled her, and she knew that he wasn't in a good mood, due to the failure of the gravity room to perform up to his rigorous standards of abuse.

Meanwhile, Vegeta was looking up and down her beautiful body, his gaze unhindered. His greedy eyes hungrily devoured her gorgeous face, those big, blue eyes that a man could drown in, those plump, full lips that begged for kisses. His gaze then roved down past the long, slender neck that he longed to bite, those plump, perky breasts that entreated his attentions, the flat planes of her stomach, those long, long legs that he could so easily imagine wrapped around his waist. And then, his gaze fell to the center of her passion. His eyes widened as he realized that she was already dripping wet. And not just from her bath, either!

Bulma suddenly realized just what Vegeta was looking at, and blushed as she attempted to cover herself, ineffectively, with her bare arms.

Vegeta just smirked and began advancing on her again.

For every step Vegeta took forward, Bulma took a step back. Until she felt the satin sheets of her king-size bed against the back of her calves and lost her balance, tumbling backwards onto the large bed.

Vegeta's smirk had grown now into an ominous grin. Bulma just stared up at him with wide eyes as he planted his left knee on the mattress next to her, and planted his right hand next to her head, thus trapping her between his body and the bed.

Bulma shivered. This was just like another one of her many fantasies starring Vegeta …

~~*She awoke slowly, attempting to stretch her arms as she always did when she woke up in the morning. However, her arms wouldn't budge.

Blinking with sleepy confusion, Bulma looked up at her arms, each of which was tied to one post of her four-post bed. When she looked down at her legs, she saw that they, too, were tied apart, one ankle secured firmly to each post.

What's going on here? Bulma wondered. Why can't I move my arms and legs?

Then she saw, hovering above her, a wicked grin on his face, a certain Saiyan Prince … *~~

Vegeta grabbed both of her wrists in his hand. Then, with his other hand, he manipulated his ki, forming a long, blue-white ki rope that wound itself around Bulma's wrists, and then proceeded to wind itself around one of the bedposts, effectively tying her down. He then used the same technique to tie her legs apart, each to a different bedpost, until they were spread incredibly wide, and she was completely open to him.

Bulma's eyes widened as Vegeta smirked. He'd wanted to do this for a long time … but what he didn't know was that she'd wanted it, too!

~~*Vegeta was smirking down at her, confident in his power over her. And, honestly … the fact that she was unable to move, and completely at his mercy, turned her on like nothing else. He could do whatever he wanted, be gentle or rough, his power over her was complete. And though she would never admit it … she liked it. She liked it a lot.

He began to slowly walk around the bed, never taking his eyes off her. His arms were folded across his chest in that trademark manner of his, and that sexy smirk never left his face, even as his eyes roamed down the nude body laid out on the satin sheets before him like an offering.

When he finally reached the foot of the bed, he stopped, staring at the part of her exposed by her parted legs. She was already so wet, so ready, and just from being tied down! Bulma stifled a groan. She could feel herself getting wetter as his intense gaze burned into her inner core. And she knew, from the smirk on his face, that he was aware of this fact. The bastard!

But … she was too turned on right now to be angry at him. She needed him too much. So she made one of the few movements she was still able to make, and thrust her hips upward and forwards as much as she could, begging him silently to take her, letting him know of her overwhelming need for him.

The smirk was gone as he watched her pleading movements. His arms uncrossed and fell to his sides. His expression was completely serious, his eyes filled with desire, as he slowly came towards her, climbing onto the bed and moving towards her, until he lay in between her legs.

His eyes, seemingly with great effort, managed to lift from her gyrating pussy up to her own pleading blue eyes. They stayed like that for several long minutes, staring at each other, drowning in one another's eyes. Soon, Bulma couldn't take it anymore, she needed to feel him inside her, and she couldn't wait a second longer.

A single sound left her lips in a whisper: "Please."

That one word seemed to do so many things to him. The set expression on his face changed so many different times, with so many different emotions, that Bulma couldn't even tell them apart. And then a determined look finally appeared, and instead of giving in to her plea, he leaned down and buried his face between her legs.*~~

Bulma was completely at his mercy. Her arms and legs restrained by his ki, she could do nothing to stop him from taking what he wanted. He had wanted her for the longest time. From the moment he saw her that first time on Namek, he had desired her. And now … now he would finally be able to fulfill those desires.

He looked down at the treasure nestled in between her legs. She was already incredibly wet, incredibly ready for him. Vegeta smirked. He knew that she wanted this. The sexual tension had been building between them for months. They had both been determined to fight it, but now things had changed. He was, after all, the Prince of all Saiyans. Why should he be denied something that he wanted? And the fact that she wanted it too only made him harder, and more eager to take her, to claim her as his.

But as he looked down at her drenched cunt, his Saiyan instincts suddenly took over. The smell of her arousal made his nostrils flare, and made him want to taste her. So he did.

Bulma gasped as Vegeta's head suddenly buried itself in between her legs.

How does he know about my fantasy? She wondered. Because he was following this particular one almost move by move! She moaned as he began to lick and suck at the tiny bud nestled between her folds, and as his tongue snaked its way deep into her passage. Her arms began moving of their own accord, and she yanked on the ki-rope in order to free them so that she could clutch the satin sheets, but to no avail. She was writhing under the skill of his glorious mouth, and there was no way to free herself from his power!

When he brought his hand up to assist himself, and put three fingers in her as his mouth continued to suckle upon the bud of her pleasure, Bulma could take it no more, and all the sensations that had been winding up inside her suddenly released, and she screamed as she came, her feminine juices drenching his fingers. Vegeta just chuckled and continued his selfless ministrations.

~~*Vegeta finally lifted his head from in between her legs, after driving Bulma dizzy with pleasure and giving her too many violent, shattering orgasms to count. She moaned softly at the loss of his skillful mouth and quick, wicked tongue, even though she was so tired she would barely have been able to move, even if she hadn't been restrained!

Vegeta's hands and mouth slowly trekked their way up her body, stopping only to nuzzle the smooth, silky skin of her stomach, to give proper attention to each of her breasts, and to give her the mother of all hickeys on the side of her neck.

Then, finally, his face was directly above hers. He stared into her eyes for long moments, much as he had before he went down on her, and then, he kissed her.

His tongue was gentle, yet insistent. Bulma felt her body suddenly become energized once again, even after all the draining climaxes he had just provided her. After all that pleasure, how could she still want more? But she was willing to take whatever he was willing to give, she thought with a contented sigh, as she touched the tip of her tongue to his own, and wound her arms around his neck, tangling her fingers in the flame-like upsweep of his hair.

Wait a minute, she thought, her mind suddenly growing lucid, how am I able to wind my arms around his neck?

Vegeta was able to sense her confusion, and chuckled at it. Slowly, he unwound her arms from around his neck, and each of his hands held one of hers against the satin sheets above her head, intertwining their fingers.

Dragging his mouth reluctantly away from hers, he whispered into her ear as he softly nibbled her lobe, "You are able to move your appendages because I untied you, Woman."

Bulma wound her legs around his waist, as she bit down hard on his own earlobe, drawing blood. He growled at this, but then began to purr as she lapped up the tiny stream of blood like a starving kitten in a sea of milk. "My name," she told him seductively, pressing her body fully against his, feeling his desire for her so close to her center core, "is Bulma."

"Woman," he whispered wickedly, blowing in her ear.

Bulma shivered. "Bulma." Her tongue began doing fiendish things to the whorls of his ear.

Vegeta shuddered, then lifted his head away from her, causing Bulma to whimper at the loss. When he was once more directly above her, he looked deep into her eyes, and she could see all the love he felt for her shining in those dark, black depths.

"Bulma," he whispered as he entered her with a single thrust. Then, as he set the rhythm, his mouth swooped down to claim hers.

"I love you, Vegeta," she whispered when his lips finally left hers for a moment, and rested just a hair's breadth away.

A smile, a genuine smile, formed on Vegeta's lips. He kissed her once more, chastely, even as he continued to move within her, giving them both pleasure. Then he moved his head back until he was looking straight into her eyes once again.

"I love you, too, Bulma."*~~

Bulma's head was spinning as she felt yet another climax wash over her body. She let out a small groan as he removed his tongue from her slick passage, only to let out a wild shriek of pleasure as he replaced it with his magnificent length.

She knew that she should be completely sated by now, after what his mouth and his fingers had done to her, but she still wanted-no, needed-more from him. She wanted him to pump into her, to give her what she had been longing for. She wanted to feel him lose control inside her, to let himself go, to feel her inner muscles squeezing out every last drop of his life-giving fluid. She wanted to be one with him, wanted him to complete her.

And, more than anything, she wanted him to tell her that he loved her.

All her fantasies about him ended with him saying those four soft, beautiful words.

~~*"I love you, Bulma."*~~

She wished that, just once, she would be able to hear them on his lips … his real lips, not just the lips from her fantasies.

For a moment, Bulma felt a sense of awe come over her. After all the long, lonely nights she had spent dreaming about him, fantasizing about him, here he was, finally, inside her, making love to her. She wondered at how something so wonderful had happened so quickly. Perhaps, she thought as he began a series of long, deep strokes, he's been fantasizing about me, too. Perhaps he's spent long, lonely nights alone in his room, thinking about me, thinking about all the things he wanted to do to me … all the things he wanted me to do to him! Is it possible? It has to be! It's the only explanation for how this could all be happening so fast! But then, if he's been lusting after me for as long as I have him … does that mean, could he ever … does he feel the same way about me as I do about him?

Does he love me?

Soon, all thoughts were lost to her, replaced by an overwhelming sense of urgency that enveloped her very being. She tried to cradle his sweat-slicked body in her arms, but she was still restrained.

Well, I guess there are some differences from my fantasy here! She thought wryly.

"Vegeta," she commanded him, "Release me!"

He looked into her eyes and growled, "Never!"

A look of sadness came over her. "But, Vegeta!" she crooned, "I just want to wrap my arms around your neck, my legs around your waist …"

She could feel him tensing inside her. Hah! I was right! He has been fantasizing about me, she thought with a secret, sly smile. He's wanted to feel my legs wrapped around his waist for the longest time, hasn't he? And here I'm offering him the chance, but only if he relinquishes his pride. Hmm, Saiyan pride, or the fulfillment of his most longed-for sexual fantasy? Which will my beloved prince choose?

With a snarl of self-loathing, Vegeta released the ki-ropes from around her ankles-but not the one holding her wrists. He smirked down at her. "You only receive what I choose, Woman," he told her gruffly, punctuating his words with a series of particularly abrupt thrusts before resuming his rhythm.

Bulma had to hide her secret smile. Even the small victories are worth celebrating, she told herself as she wrapped her legs around his waist, causing a groan to emerge from his mouth before he could catch it.

He glared at her, but was soon overcome by the pleasure of being inside her, and buried his face in the crook of her neck so that his face would not betray the emotions overcoming him. Fucking emotions, he raged at himself, I am the Prince of all Saiyans! I will not be controlled by fucking human emotions! His thrusts became harder and faster, and much, much rougher as he let the familiar anger, the one emotion he would allow, take over.

He kept his face buried in the crook of her neck through all of this, and inhaled her alluring scent. The urge to bite her, to mark her as his mate, was nearly unbearable. But he was determined not to give in.

With anger controlling him now, he continued to thrust into her violently. Yet through it all, something in the back of his mind kept him at a pace that, although incredibly rough, he knew would not harm her frail, human body. In fact, he could tell from her movements and her loud moans that the woman enjoyed the roughness!

Vegeta felt his balls tighten, and his semen began to pour into her. With a growl, he shut his eyes and arched his back, just barely managing to hold on to that last shred of control and stopping himself from biting her.

As she felt his seed pouring into her, Bulma cried out as his release triggered her own, and the two of them shuddered as they came together, becoming one for a single moment in time.

Afterwards, as Bulma lay, unmoving, still recovering, Vegeta crawled to the edge of the large bed and stood up. He dissipated the ki-rope that was still holding Bulma's arms in place.

Bulma sighed and brought her hands down to rest them lightly on her stomach. She felt so satiated and happy that she was barely able to hide the cat-like grin of contentment that wanted to spring up on her face. She turned her head to watch Vegeta standing there, looking down at her. The look in his eyes was unreadable, and his face was set in his usual stony mask. Bulma couldn't help but let out a small sigh as she looked at him; he was just so handsome! And, after fantasizing about him for so long, her fantasies had finally become reality! Now, the only thing he had left to do to complete the fantasy was to tell her how much he wanted her, how much he needed her … how much he loved her.

Knowing that he would never put himself out on a limb and risk rejection, Bulma decided to go first.

"I love you, Vegeta," she stated simply, waiting for him to reciprocate.

Her voice seemed to shake him out of his musings, and he smirked down at her.

Here it comes! She thought giddily, waiting for the words that were about to come out of his lips.

"Foolish woman," was all he said, as he began gathering up his clothing-when had he even taken it off?-and putting it back on.

Bulma just stared at him. What was he doing? Was he … leaving her? After sex? Her heart broke into a million pieces as she realized that was exactly what he was doing!

Vegeta was determined to get out of there as soon as possible, before he did-or worse, said-something that he might regret later. He was not weak, and he would not give in to her-no matter how beautiful she looked lying there, her hair tousled on the pillow, her body sated from his actions. He held back a growl as he felt himself hardening again, cursing the skintight spandex bodysuit that he wore for his training as he turned his back away from the woman lying prone on the bed, lest he reveal his weakness to her.

"Now you have an incentive to fix the gravity room, Woman," he told her gruffly as he walked to the doorway, and stood there for a moment, refusing to turn back to her, to look at her. "If you finish quickly, maybe I'll give you a … reward … since you seemed to like it so much." He smirked.

Bulma just stared at him. Or rather, the back of him. He wouldn't even look at her.

Oh Kami, she thought, tears forming in her eyes. What have I just done?

When she didn't say anything, he just left without another word.

Bulma buried her face in her pillows, and began to sob.

How could I have been so stupid? How could I have let my fantasies fool me into thinking that he actually loved me? How could I let him use me like that, toying with my body and my emotions?

She was so confused. But there was one thing she knew for a fact.

Bulma would get her revenge.

And she would enjoy every minute of it.

A/N: What could Vegeta be thinking, leaving Bulma all alone like that? Could he be fantasizing about her, too? And what could Bulma's revenge possibly be? Read on to find out …

Love, Tina