Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lemon Fantasy ❯ Banging in Bulma's Bondage ( Chapter 4 )

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Lemon Fantasy

Chapter 4: Banging in Bulma's Bondage

So far, so good, Bulma thought with an evil grin. Soon, I'll have my revenge!

As she examined the machine in the center of the gravity room, Bulma bent down as far as she could at the waist, stretching the tight shorts tautly across her equally tight ass. Her grin widened as she could practically hear the drool dripping onto the gravity room floor from Vegeta's slack, open jaw.

"Oh, no!" she spoke in a soft voice oozing with honey and seduction. "Vegeta, what have you done to this thing? I think it's going to `take me all night long' to fix this bad boy." She emphasized the obviously suggestive words, and knew that it affected him.

That knowledge gave her pleasure; the more she affected him, the sweeter her revenge would be.

Noticing a random lever out of the corner of her eye, Bulma just couldn't resist. She took the long, thick stick in her hand and began caressing it, as though it were a man's penis. "Oooh," she moaned invitingly, "I never noticed how … long and thick this lever was!"

She heard Vegeta growl softly behind her, and knew she was on the right track.

Soon, she promised herself. Soon revenge will be mine!

"Just get on with it, Woman," Vegeta spat out, "Hurry up and fix the fucking machine."

She could hear the sexual tension in his voice; he wanted her. Bad.

But bad enough to do … what?

"I'm sorry, Vegeta," she apologized, turning around and batting her eyelashes at him as she leaned forward slightly, giving him more than just a glimpse of her sexy cleavage. "I just got a bit … distracted." She winked at him. "You know how it is."

"No," he lied, "I don't know how it is. Now get back to work, Woman, before I lose my patience."

With an exaggerated sigh and a tiny pout, Bulma declared, "I have to get down and dirty to see what the problem is. I'm going to have to do the rest of this job … on my back." She lay down on her back and slid, slowly, underneath the panel of the gravity machine. The symbolism of this act was not lost on Vegeta, who gritted his teeth as he felt himself throbbing beneath his tight training uniform.

Damn her, he thought, what kind of game is she playing?

Bulma's body was underneath the panel from the waist up; she couldn't possibly see the way he was staring at her long, smooth legs, Vegeta assured himself.

Bulma, knowing exactly what he was staring at, pulled her legs up until they were bent at the knees, and then spread them as wide as she possibly could, as she began tinkering with the wires beneath the panel of the gravity machine.

Vegeta couldn't stop staring at her. If she weren't under that thing, a little devil whispered into his ear, you could mount her right now! Vegeta growled. He didn't want the damn woman!

Who are you trying to convince, Vegeta? The little devil mocked him. The woman? Or yourself?

Vegeta turned away from the tempting sight of her body, even as his own body protested the loss of the visual feast, his hard-on throbbing in regret.

Bulma frowned from underneath the panel. Whenever Vegeta's gaze was on her, she felt a heat seeping through her limbs. Suddenly, the heat was gone. Why had he stopped looking at her?

Bulma slid out from under the panel, and stood up, brushing herself off, making sure to lean forward just a little so that Vegeta could catch and eyeful.

But he still refused to look at her.

Bulma frowned. She had to act fast, and put her plan into action.

Otherwise, she'd never have her revenge!

"Oh, Vegeta," she called softly, "I can have the gravity room fixed in just a minute if you help me."

He growled, looking over his shoulder at her for a moment before quickly turning his head away.

Bulma smirked behind his back. You'll need to do more than turn away to stop my revenge, Veggie-boy, she thought smugly.

"Would you hand me the, er, monkey wrench from my toolbox, Vegeta?" she asked sweetly, pointing to the red toolbox that just happened to be sitting right next to Vegeta.

He growled, then remembered her words. If he helped her-he winced at the very word-the gravity room would be done within just a few more minutes. And then he could go back to his training-and hope that his hard-on wore off by itself. Otherwise he'd be needing a cold shower come morning.

"Fine," he muttered, stalking over to the tool box and pulling out the wrench in question.

He walked over to her, holding out his arm, hoping she would just take the damn tool and leave him alone. He was hard enough as it was, without having to smell her fresh, womanly scent … gaze down at her large, full breasts … feel her soft, warm lips pressed against his heated flesh-

Vegeta quickly shook away the thoughts. He didn't have time for this! He had to train in order to become a Super Saiyan and kill that bastard Kakkarot. Only once he had fulfilled his destiny as the Prince of all Saiyans could he then have time for sex.

Although his body told him differently.

It begged him to just fuck her again-and again, and again, and again-and be done with it.

But he wouldn't do that.

Not while he still had his pride!

Bulma saw his inattentiveness as his mind wandered, and she grinned. The trap was set!

The time was ripe for revenge.

Bulma quickly reached inside her ample cleavage, pulling out a long, thin remote control. It had an assortment of colorful little buttons, surrounding one big, red button in the center.

Bulma pushed the big, red button.

The wrench in Vegeta's hand separated into two pieces.

"What the-" he exclaimed, his eyes widening as each piece snapped itself around each of his wrists.

His words were then cut off by a yelp of pain, as the ki-dampening bracelets, designed by Bulma specifically for her revenge, drained away his ki, leaving him as helpless as a newborn kitten, at the mercy of the woman he had wronged.

Bulma pressed another button, and an instant later the proud Saiyan warrior lay flat on his back, his wrists locked together above his head.

"How does it feel, Veggie?" she asked cruelly, "now that the tables have turned?"

He just stared up at her, angrily. How dare she do this to him! He was the Prince of all Saiyans! She couldn't treat him like this!

"Woman," he growled, a warning in his voice, "let me out of these things immediately, and I might let you live."

Bulma shook her head. "I don't think so, Vegetable head. You see, this is my revenge."

"Revenge!" Vegeta snarled. "Revenge for what? For not killing you and destroying this worthless planet of yours?"

"Revenge for leaving me after sex!" Bulma shouted in his face, kneeling next to him so that her face was positioned directly above his. "Revenge for taking my declaration of love and throwing it back in my face! Revenge for acting as though what happened between us meant nothing to you!"

"I wasn't acting, Woman!" Vegeta lied. So what if her reasons for wanting revenge were good? That still didn't give her the right to take away his pride, humiliating him like this!

A single tear slipped down Bulma's cheek, and fell onto his. Vegeta felt it, and in truth it broke his heart-the heart he hadn't even known he had before he met her. But he allowed no emotions to show on his face. He could never let her know how much or how deeply she affected him. Even if it meant losing her.

"Now release me, Woman," he said gruffly, although his voice was gentler than before.

Bulma glared at him. "No!" she shouted. "I don't care whether you love me or not. It doesn't matter anymore. Because anything I felt for you is gone now." She tore off her white tube top and flung it to the floor. "All I'm after is a fuck," she said vulgarly.

Vegeta growled.

Bulma smirked down at him. "Who's got all the power now, Veggie-chan?" she asked him in that fake-sweet voice of hers, before letting out a mirthless laugh. "Me! That's who!"

With another press of a button, the spandex was peeled from his body, until he lay there, naked, vulnerable, on the floor of the gravity room.

Bulma stood above him, one hand on her hip, the other thoughtfully tapping the remote against her chin.

"Hmm," she wondered aloud, "What should I do next?" She glanced down at the remote, a wicked grin forming on her face. "Oh, that's perfect!" she exclaimed.

She pressed a small, blue button, and out of one of the ki-dampening bracelets came a small, leather strap. Bulma reached down and picked it up, then secured it around the base of Vegeta's erect penis. Bulma giggled. "Not only does this particular cock ring restrict the flow of blood to your penis," she whispered wickedly as she trailed a single finger from his base to his tip, causing him to shudder with pleasure, "but it has the opposite effect of the bracelets around your wrists." Vegeta glared at her. "All your ki is now centered in this one muscle," she purred seductively as she leaned forward, until her bare, erect nipple touched the very tip of him, causing them both to shudder at the electric shock of pleasure. "Even if you can't exactly train today, you know at least one muscle's going to get quite a workout."

Even though he tried to fight it, Vegeta had to admit that he was becoming very turned on. Now if only he could break free of these restraints, he could show her what it meant to mess with a Saiyan Prince …

Bulma tore off her shorts, and without further preamble, straddled Vegeta's hips, plunging herself down onto him with a cry of pleasure that echoed off the walls of the gravity chamber. Vegeta himself couldn't even hold back the grunt of pleasure that passed through his body at the sensation of her warm, wet walls surrounding his long, thick manhood.

Bulma moaned as she braced her hands on the hard slabs of muscle that were his chest, and began to move atop him. All that ki, focused in just one area of his body, made the friction between their bodies nearly unbearable, and incredible experience that sent pleasure careening throughout their bodies with each and every tiny movement. Each thrust was torture; and yet each thrust brought them more and more pleasure, as they drew closer to their mutual goal.

Bulma sobbed out her lover's name as the world burst into bright light around her, engulfing her, even as the multiple orgasms began to pound down upon her, one after the other after the other. She buried her face against Vegeta's chest, weeping from the intense pleasure that enveloped her.

When she felt his arms come around her, however, she suddenly stilled, know that her revenge had gone terribly, terribly wrong.

Slowly, she lifted her head. This can't be happening, she told herself, trying to deny the inevitable. The golden light that had surrounded her-them-was still there. Bulma gulped, closing her eyes for a moment before opening them, wide, to view the face smirking evilly at her.

His hair was no longer black; it was blond. His eyes were turquoise. The smirk on his face told her she had lost.

He had become Super Saiyan as he climaxed, breaking free of the restraints that had held him. She hadn't made them powerful enough to withstand this kind of force.

She hadn't expected this.

He met her eyes, his smirk still in place. Then he flipped their bodies, so that he was on top, she beneath him. He was still inside her, still hard. He had climaxed once, but was ready to go again.

Bulma shivered. This would be incredibly erotic and pleasurable, she thought to herself, if I wasn't so sure that he planned to kill me after this.

But she couldn't resist him. Already he was moving within her, fast and rough, just the way she liked it. Already her body responded, her slick juices sliding down the smooth skin of his enlarged penis. Her body felt warm, his ki surrounding the both of them in its golden light. She could feel his breath on her neck, his teeth against the soft flesh.

He's going to bite me, she thought dispassionately, in a corner of her mind, as she let him pleasure her. He's going to tear open my flesh, and laugh at me as I bleed to death. I wonder if he'll continue even after I'm dead? I never really thought of Vegeta as a necrophiliac.

An instant later he jerked his head away, as though her flesh had burned him; he hadn't bitten her.

Bulma wasn't sure if that was a good thing, or a bad thing.

It probably would have been preferable to whatever horrible, torturous death he has planned for me now.

They climaxed together again, and still he was hard.

Talk about stamina! Bulma thought, amazed. I'll bet a Super Saiyan really could go all night long-without stopping for a breather!

He pulled out of her then, and she looked up at him curiously. What was he doing now?

Vegeta smirked down at her, and placed his arousal atop her flat stomach.

Bulma's eyes widened as she finally got a good look at it.

It can't be that big! She marveled at the increase in his already gargantuan size. Can it?

Slowly, Vegeta slid his erection up her body until it lay in between her breasts. Then his hands cupped the sides of her large breasts and gently pushed them together, molding them around his erection. Bulma gasped as he began moving, as he would if he were inside her.

Vegeta grunted as he thrust his length between her breasts, his thumbs playing with her nipples, teasing her. It was his way of punishing her, by denying her another orgasm. He planned to leave her craving more.

Despite what she thought, he could never kill her.

After several long minutes of stroking himself in between her breasts-and stroking the bud of her pleasure with his ki-he came on her chest, his semen staining her skin in an incredibly erotic manner.

He stood up then, leaving her lying there, trembling, unfulfilled, so close to her peak and yet bereft.

Is he going to kill me now? She wondered, sitting up and clutching at her spinning head, his seed dripping down her body from her chest.

Vegeta turned towards her, still glowing golden.

"You will pay for that, Woman," he growled at her, as his foot smashed her precious remote to pieces. "No one makes a fool of the Saiyan Prince and lives!" They were empty threats, of course-but there was no need for her to know that.

Bulma backed away from him, suddenly afraid as she had been earlier in her bedroom.

As he stalked towards her, however, he suddenly stopped, several feet away from her.

His hair and eyes turned back to black as he passed out on the floor, from the combined exertions of sex and becoming a Super Saiyan for the first time.

Bulma fled quickly from the G.R., naked, leaving a trail of his white, sticky seed on the ground behind her. Hopefully, when he woke up he would be in a better mood.

And not still intent on having his revenge.

A/N: Looks like Bulma's revenge didn't go quite as she planned! But who will gain the upper hand for the final round? And will Vegeta ever just suck it up and admit how he feels about her?!

Next Chapter: The final confrontation in Bulma's lab. Who will come out on top? (literally, and figuratively?)

Love, Tina