Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lemon Fantasy ❯ Banging in Bulma's Backyard ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: If I owned DBZ, all the characters would have jobs working for the government. Which they don't, so I obviously don't own it, now do I?

Warning: By now you should realize that the entire point of this story is that it's a LEMON! EVERY SINGLE CHAPTER CONTAINS A BIG JUICY LEMON!! Hehe, I love lemons! ^.^

Lemon Fantasy

Chapter 3: Banging in Bulma's Backyard

Vegeta continued his training in the backyard of the Capsule Corporation compound, next to the gravity room. When he had told the woman to fix the gravity machine, she had said to him simply, "I'm busy." She just ignored him after that, and refused to listen to any of his numerous threats to her person, explicitly graphic though they were.

Taking a break from his training in earth's pitiful normal gravity, Vegeta decided to use this opportunity to get some meditation in. Settling in the shade of a large oak tree, he began to concentrate.

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Meanwhile, in her lab, Bulma was spending the day working furiously on her latest project.

Codename: Revenge!

She cackled gleefully as she finally finished the plans for a machine so cunning, so brilliant, that she knew once again why they called her a genius. Oh, once she finished creating this beauty, one very unlucky Saiyan Prince would find out that he didn't stand a chance against the wrath of the vengeful Bulma Briefs!

She quickly set to work. He had kept on interrupting her earlier as she was formulating her ingenious plans, but she had sent him away with a simple, "I'm busy," promising to fix the gravity room later. And fix it, she would.

Or rather … fix him.

Bulma grinned. Revenge was so sweet!

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Vegeta had no idea how long he sat there meditating. Perhaps a few minutes; perhaps a few hours. It really didn't matter.

What did matter, however, was what interrupted him in the middle of his meditation.

Or rather, who.

"Veggie-chan," came a soft, lilting voice with some decidedly sexual undertones. "Mind if I join you?"

Vegeta cracked one lid open in annoyance. If the woman was out here, why couldn't she just go fix the damn gravity machine already? And why did she insist on calling him that childish nickname?!

But as soon as he saw her, he stared for a moment, did a double-take, then face-vaulted-and almost had a nosebleed, too!

Bulma was dressed in nothing but the tiniest red string bikini he had ever seen.

She clasped her hands together behind her back, causing her large, firm breasts, barely covered by tiny red triangles, to jut forward and upward, making Vegeta's groin tighten with lust.

"Veggie-chan?" she asked again, her voice dripping with honeyed sweetness and sounding incredibly seductive to his sensitive Saiyan ears, "would you mind rubbing some sun-tan lotion on my smooth, bare back?" She held up a bottle of the lotion in question. "I was planning on sunbathing topless, you know, to avoid tan lines and all, but I can't reach my back, and it would be such a shame if I burned my beautiful flesh!" She turned around, giving him a perfect view of the supple skin of her smooth back.

Vegeta's mind turned to mush, staring at her gorgeous body. So much for meditation!

Bulma skipped over to him and leaned down, shoving her massive amounts of cleavage right into his face. Her breasts nearly spilled over the too-small bikini top. They were so close, he could touch them. And if he leaned his head forward just a little, he could taste them …

"So, will you help me out of my predicament, Veggie-chan?" Bulma asked, batting her long, feminine eyelashes at him. Unable to speak, Vegeta simply nodded.

"Oh, Veggie, you're the best!" Bulma exclaimed, clapping her hands together as she jumped up and down, acting just as ditzy as her mother. Not that Vegeta minded. He didn't even notice-his eyes were fixed on the jiggling breasts in front of him.

She reached down, grabbing his gloved hand in her own delicate, bare one, and began prancing towards the Briefs' outdoor pool, a rather stunned-looking Vegeta following silently, his eyes still molded to her bouncing breasts.

When they finally reached the deck area of the pool, Bulma seated herself lightly on one of the lounge chairs, pulling Vegeta down next to her.

"If you're going to apply lotion to my delicate, fragile skin," she told him sweetly, "You're going to have to take off those gloves!" His hands tingled with pleasure as she seductively began the ritual of pulling off his white gloves, her deft hands taking them off one finger at a time, being sure to stroke and caress each finger, even as she pulled it loose of the glove. The symbolism of these actions was not lost on Vegeta. He was already as hard as stone, and growing harder every second.

Once his gloves were off, Bulma lay on her belly on the lounge chair, exposing the luscious curves of her back to his ravenous gaze.

"Veggie-chan?" she queried again, batting her eyelashes, "Would you untie me?" She bent one of her legs at the knee, so that it dangled in the air behind her, and he could feel her delicate foot rubbing gently against the back of his neck.

With a low growl of desire, Vegeta complied, untying the strings that held her top together. As the strings fell limply to the sides of the lounge chair, he felt a sudden urge to turn her over and gaze at her breasts.

But all good things come to those who wait.

So he simply took the bottle of lotion from her, straddled her womanly hips, pressing his manhood deep into her backside to let her feel his desire, and began to spread the lotion on her back.

"Oooh," Bulma moaned, arching her back with pleasure, "That feels so good! Your hands are so magical, Veggie-chan. Oh!" she cried out as his hands moved around her body, till he was cupping her breasts. "Oh, Veggie," she let out a strangled whisper. "Oh, Vegeta, take me now! Please, I can't wait any longer!" she begged him desperately.

Smirking, Vegeta tore off his clothing and the tiny scrap of fabric that had barely covered any part of her lower body at all. Kneeling on the lounge chair in between her legs, he thrust into her wet passage, causing her to moan and writhe beneath him with monumental ecstasy.

He pulled her hips up to a more satisfying angle, and began to thrust inside of her. His strokes were deep and even, and made her scream his name every time he pushed himself so deep inside her he could feel the very edge of her fertile womb. His hands roamed over every inch of her beautiful body, focusing on her bountiful breasts, even as he leaned forward to lick and suck on that beautiful, exposed neck of hers. His tail, meanwhile, wrapped itself around her thigh and stroked the tiny bud of her pleasure.

Tail? He thought for a moment, then smirked. It must have grown back while he was meditating. Maybe this mudball that the earthlings attempted to pass off as a planet wasn't so bad after all, if he could somehow get his tail to grow back here!

Bulma, meanwhile, was having the time of her life. He felt her inner muscles tremble for a moment, then rapidly flutter around his insistent erection. Vegeta smirked; she may have been with other men before him, but he would show her what it meant to be with a Saiyan!

Bulma continued to chant his name as he moved inside her, his thrusts growing more rapid as he neared his own climax. With a final thrust, he grunted and let it all pour out, the sheer bliss and pleasure of the moment enough to make him realize his lifelong goal of becoming a Super Saiyan.

His hair and tail flashed golden in the sunlight, his eyes became teal. His manhood inside her grew to immense proportions, and his seed gushed forth into her tightness like a tidal wave. The warm, golden light of his ki surrounded them both, warming them. And with his newfound stamina, surpassing even the already superhuman stamina of a Saiyan, he found no need to stop just because he'd had a single climax. He knew that he'd be having many more as the day progressed!

With a growl he turned his sunbathing beauty around and pulled her knees up over his shoulders, burying his face in the delicate triangle of blue curls surrounding her womanhood. He licked and sucked with Super Saiyan speed, triggering climax after climax for his human lover. With each new orgasm, she screamed his name aloud. "Vegeta!" she cried, as her whole body went limp with satisfaction, then prepared itself to feel the same, wonderful sensations once again.

Soon he had her whimpering. "Vegeta!" she cried, "Let me pay you back for all the pleasure you've given me!"

Curious as to what she meant, the new Super Saiyan released her, waiting to see what she would do.

Bulma grinned. "Now lie down on your back, Veggie-chan," she told him.

He growled. "My name's Vegeta," he told her, even though he secretly liked the fact that she cared about him enough to have a pet name for him-not that his pride would allow him to ever admit it to anyone, especially not her!

Bulma giggled. "And my name's Bulma," she told him as she entwined her arms around his neck and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. She winked at him. "But you can call me `Woman.'"

She stuck her lower lip out and looked at him pleadingly with her wide, blue eyes. "Now, are you going to let me pleasure you or not?" she asked him in a pouting tone.

Vegeta smirked and lay back on the lounge chair, folding his hands behind his golden head, anticipating her actions and knowing that he was going to enjoy them greatly.

He sucked in a breath as she leaned over his throbbing erection and kissed the straining tip.

"Oh, Vegeta," she murmured in awe, staring at his length, "You're just so … big!"

Vegeta smirked.

She lay down between his legs, her plump breasts and hardened nipples gently caressing his inner thighs as she took the base of his arousal in her tender grasp, and took all of him into her mouth.

He purred as she serviced him, his tail swinging from side to side with pleasure before wrapping itself around her inner thigh. With a mind of its own, the golden tail soon unwrapped itself and found its way to the entrance of her pleasure. Without a single moment's hesitation, the furry appendage plunged inside her depths.

Bulma gasped as she felt his tail penetrate her, but quickly resumed her task, her head bobbing up and down between his legs as she devoured his enormous length with her lips, teeth and tongue.

Vegeta continued to purr erratically as his tail pumped in and out of her, and her mouth pumped up and down on him. The pace of both increased over the next several minutes, until he finally cried out, "Woman!" and she greedily drank up all the salty, white liquid that he poured into her throat. He felt her screaming his name even as she swallowed, her love juices drenching his tail.

After a few minutes of recovery-for Bulma's sake, Vegeta's Super Saiyan stamina had him hard again in seconds-Bulma sat up straddling her lover's thighs and clucked her tongue at him.

"Vegeta!" she told him. "I was supposed to be pleasuring you, not the other way around, you naughty boy!" She waggled a finger at him, the movement somehow making her breasts jiggle, much to his enjoyment.

Bulma let out an overly dramatic sigh. "I guess I'm just going to have to punish you," she told him.

Vegeta cocked an eyebrow at her, his expression saying, "Just try it."

Bulma giggled. "Not like that, silly," she crooned. Her hand began to stroke his tail, which had somehow wrapped itself around her thigh again. Vegeta began to purr.

"Like this," she whispered wickedly, coaxing his tail to unwrap itself from her thigh and bringing it up to her mouth.

Vegeta's eyes widened as he realized what she was about to do. He was just about ready to burst from even the thought of that much pleasure being applied to his sensitive tail! Would she actually go through with it?

She did, slipping his tail inside her mouth and licking her own juices off the furry appendage, even as her hand slid down to his erect member and began to fondle him.

The purrs erupting from Vegeta's throat echoed the rumble of a motorboat. The intense pleasure shooting throughout his body from his two most sensitive parts made his ki flare wildly around them, the golden aura nearly engulfing the entire pool area in his ardor.

When her other hand crept around his lower body to touch the base of his tail, he was lost. With a cry of pleasure that could be heard over the whole planet, he came, experiencing the most pleasurable climax of his entire life.

Afterwards, he was sated enough to finally power down, his hair, eyes and tail returning to their original appearances. Bulma licked up the salty cream that had ended up both on her hands and the taught, rippling muscles of his stomach. She then cuddled up next to him, and he put his arm around her shoulders as his tail wrapped itself around her waist, holding her close to him.

"Oh, Vegeta," she crooned in his ear. "You're so amazing! And you finally reached your goal of becoming a Super Saiyan!" She kissed his cheek. "I love you, Vegeta," she told him, stars in her eyes.

Vegeta smirked down at her, already growing hard again as he felt her fingertips gently caressing the hard muscles of his chest. "Another round?" he asked huskily.

"Always, Vegeta, my love" she replied as she straddled his waist, plunging her wetness down onto his hardness. "Always!"

"Oh, Veggie-chan," came a teasing voice, bringing him reluctantly back to reality, "I'm going to fix the gravity room now."

Looking up from his spot under the oak tree, Vegeta nearly face-vaulted. There stood Bulma, dressed only in hot pink hot pants and a white tube top that barely covered anything at all.

The sudden realization came to him that none of it had actually happened. His tail hadn't grown back, he hadn't finally achieved his goal of becoming a Super Saiyan, and Bulma hadn't actually told him that she loved him-not that he'd ever want her to, of course!

It was just a daydream that came to me while I attempted to masturbate-I mean, meditate! He told himself.

"Vegeta, would you come help me fix the gravity room?" Bulma asked sweetly. Before he could start his normal tirade about how he was a Saiyan Prince, and Saiyan Princes don't `help' people, she held up her hand and told him, "If you help me fix it, it will get done much sooner," she said pointedly.

"How much sooner?" he asked warily.

"Days sooner," she told him smugly.

Grumbling, Vegeta picked himself up from his comfortable spot on the ground and began to follow her.

Feeling the stickiness centered in a certain area of his training uniform as he stood up, Vegeta realized with a growl that it hadn't been just any daydream-it had been a wet daydream!

A/N: If you thought that was kinky, just wait until the next chapter. It's called "Banging in Bulma's Bondage" for a reason, you know! ^.~

Love, Tina