Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lemon Fantasy ❯ Banging in Bulma's Basement ( Chapter 5 )

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Lemon Fantasy

Chapter 5: Banging in Bulma's Basement

"Sex, or pride. Sex … pride. Sex. Pride." A vein throbbed in Vegeta's temple as he concentrated on one of the toughest decisions he ever had to make in his entire life. He had to choose between having sex with Bulma … or maintaining his already severely wounded pride.

"Sex." Memories of the two times they had been together were burned into the backs of his eyelids. He couldn't make himself forget the way she had moaned beneath him that first time, how he had felt so powerful, been so in control of the entire situation. How her submissiveness had turned him on so greatly. Even now, he felt himself hardening at just the heated memories.

"Pride." Then again, there was the last time they had been together, in the gravity room. He couldn't help but remember the humiliation she had caused him. Even though the sex had been great-no, more than great, amazing-she had wounded his pride as no one else had ever been able to do, not even Freeza.

His head hurt from all this thinking. How could he choose between the two things that mattered most to him? Sex or pride. What was a Saiyan Prince to do?

He was silent for several minutes then, resting his head in his hands, concentrating on the problem at hand.

Finally, after many long, tense moments lost in thought, he stood up, nodding his head with satisfaction.

He had made his decision.

"Sex."

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Bulma bit her lip as she paced across the cluttered floor of her basement laboratory, glancing nervously at the door.

She had locked it in just about every way possible, seven times over. The door to her laboratory had the finest security that money could buy-or that she could invent. But even with all that lovely reassurance, she wasn't sure if it could keep out the one man she wanted it to keep out.

Vegeta.

How could he have become a Super Saiyan? It still boggled her mind. Could it have been that the effect of the ki dampening bracelets, in addition to his climax, had triggered something inside him? She didn't know how sex affected Saiyans, or how it changed their ki-levels. Perhaps that had something to do with the change?

Her hands itched and her mind tingled with the need to perform experiments on him, to conduct scientific studies on how sex affected a Saiyan's body and ki. Her body certainly wouldn't mind conducting such experiments, either!

But her heart … well, he'd already shattered that. After his little display in the gravity room, she had lost whatever tiny little sliver of hope had remained that he might care about her. Obviously, he just wanted sex from her, and that was it. Nothing was involved except his penis.

Bulma sighed, finally collapsing into the chair behind her desk. With nothing more than a casual glance at all the mechanical pieces and drawn up plans for gadgets that lay messily across the top, she lay her head down on her arms and took a deep breath.

Honestly, she was exhausted.

All the sex, all the revenge-planning-and the revenge enactment itself-had tired her out. All she wanted to do now was get some much needed sleep.

Unfortunately-or maybe not-Vegeta had other plans.

"Woman!" a knock came on the door. It wasn't exactly a knock-more like a loud bang.

"Woman, I know you're in there!" the Saiyan Prince growled, banging on the door once again.

Bulma sighed. If he wanted to get in, she knew that the finest security system in the world would have no chance against him.

"I just give up," she muttered to herself, standing up and going to the door. She was far too tired at the moment to deal with this, let alone actually put some thought into her actions.

So she opened the door to let Vegeta in.

And come in, he did.

With a bang.

Less than a second after the door swung open, Vegeta had her in his arms. His mouth latched onto hers, hungrily devouring. His arms enfolded her in their embrace, searching. After their previous encounter in the gravity room, Bulma had dressed again. He undid all that work in a matter of seconds, leaving her naked.

Lifting his head from hers for only a few seconds to look around for a suitable place for them to fuck, his eyes lit upon her desk. Striding over to it confidently, he cleared the clutter off with a single sweep of his muscular arm, then sat Bulma on the desk, plunging into her with a single stroke.

Resting his forehead momentarily on the smooth, bare skin of her shoulder, he took a deep breath, inhaling her scent and wanting it to mingle with his own, branding her as his woman. He wanted to move his mouth to the delicate, creamy expanse of her neck, sinking his teeth into that gorgeous skin, marking her as his mate.

But he refused to give in to that deep-seated urge. He refused to give her any power over him. He refused to relinquish his pride for a few moments of pure bliss.

The scowl on his face kept growing larger and larger as he reminded himself that she was a human bent on humiliating him and brining him to his knees. She was definitely not proper mate material!

A small snore brought him back to reality, however, and glancing over, he realized that Bulma had pillowed her head on his shoulder and promptly fallen asleep, with his length still hard inside her.

With an angry growl-how dare she fall asleep on him while they were in the middle of sex-he reached down with one hand and cruelly pinched her sensitive clitoris.

With a shriek of pleasure-pain, Bulma's head shot up, staring at him. For some strange reason-upon which Vegeta was not prepared to speculate-the fear roaming about in her eyes pained him.

Shying away from that thought, he searched his mind for a way to punish her, for all the things she had done to him. His eyes suddenly alighted on an object sticking out of one of the open drawers on the side of Bulma's desk. A cruel smirk spread across his face as he knew just how to punish her.

Withdrawing himself from her slick passage, in spite of her whimpers of protest, Vegeta grabbed the elongated object, brandishing it in front of her. Bulma paled, realizing what he was about to do, and both dreading and anticipating his actions.

With the smirk still in place and his eyes locked on hers, Vegeta slipped the dildo inside her. Bulma's eyes drifted shut as pleasure engulfed her. It wasn't the violent, passionate feel that she had whenever Vegeta came inside her; rather, it was a sensual, languorous pleasure that developed slowly whenever she spent a long night alone in the lab, pleasuring herself to relieve stress.

But Vegeta wasn't about to let her pretend that she was all alone, doing these wicked things to her own body. His hand roughly grasped her jaw, and her eyes shot open, staring at him in dread.

"Look at me," he commanded her with a growl, as his head descended to her breasts. His other hand, still holding the dildo, began to move the object inside her, his thumb deliberately brushing against the not-so-hidden bud of her pleasure.

Bulma gasped at the sensations that overloaded her body's capacity for pleasure, coming simultaneously from four different places. As his mouth tongued one nipple and his fingers teased the other to heightened sensitivity, his thumb and the dildo practiced synchronized clitoral and vaginal stimulation.

She was in heaven.

Giving in to the pleasure, Bulma decided that the future no longer mattered. What mattered was the here and now, this single moment in time, this single, passionate moment with Vegeta. Everything else fell away from her consciousness, lost in a stream of meaningless.

Who would have thought that giving in could feel so good?

Her arms encircled his neck, her fingers weaving themselves into his silky hair, clutching him to her breast. She spread her legs, increasing her sensations and giving him greater access, bracing the heels of her feet against the edge of the desk to keep them spread as wide as possible. Her head thrust back, inviting his mouth to embrace her neck, tempting his teeth and tongue to ravish the silky white column.

His breaths grew rapid and shallow as he reluctantly removed his mouth from her breast to stare hungrily at the temptation provided by her beautiful neck. He wanted to bite her there, to mark her, more than anything else. But his pride stood in the way-he couldn't relinquish his Saiyan pride for a mere human. It was just unthinkable!

So he ignored her blatant invitation, instead crouching between her legs and letting his tongue join in the impromptu symphony created by his hand and the dildo.

Bulma moaned, both for the loss of the possibility of his mouth on her neck, and the new pleasure of his tongue swirling around the bud that even now tightened, preparing for her release.

Moments later, the tightened bud released, and Bulma came, pulsing around the dildo, her juices slipping out from around it, only to be licked up by the Saiyan between her legs. As the world disappeared around her, so too did everything unimportant-dildos, necks, none of it mattered.

Only one thing mattered to her.

"Vegeta!" she cried out as she came.

The Saiyan Prince smirked in triumph as, with a flick of his wrist, he twisted the dildo inside her, triggering another orgasm to accompany the first, causing her entire body to go limp with pleasure, her legs hanging over the edge of the desk, her back lying flat against the cleared-off top.

Seeing that her pleasure had concluded, Vegeta, tossed aside the dildo and put himself, literally, in its place.

"Look at me, Woman," he declared once again, grabbing her face as he did before and looking deep into her eyes.

All the deep reserves of passion and love that he witnessed in those beautiful blue depths were nearly his undoing. With a growl, he looked away, burying his head in the crook of her neck as he plunged deep inside her, her legs wrapping themselves around his waist.

He had no idea how long they went on like that. All he knew was that the close proximity to her neck was killing him. He was so afraid that he might do something he would forever regret. That he might bite her in a heated moment of passion, and have to live with that mistake forever.

In the end, he did nothing regrettable. He didn't bite her.

Bulma bit him instead.

As she lay beneath him on the desk, receptive to his thrusts, she knew he wanted to bite her. She knew he knew he wanted to bite her. Yet, for some, unknown reason he refused to bite her. So, being the woman that she was, Bulma took the initiative, biting him first, hoping that he would bite her back-even though she had no idea what any of it meant.

The feel of her sharp little teeth sinking into his flesh pushed him over the edge, and, with a roar of combined pleasure and rage, Vegeta spilled inside her.

As soon as his climax subsided, he rolled off of her and stood up beside the desk, his hand shooting up to his neck, a look of pure, undiluted anger set on his face.

Feeling the bite marks there and knowing what they meant, he roared at her, "Do you know what you've done, Woman?"

Bulma sat up as soon as he left her so suddenly, but she now shrank back, afraid of what he might do to her in the terrible rage she had somehow stirred up in him.

As he glared at her, Vegeta laughed a sardonic, mirthless laugh. "You have no idea, do you, Woman?"

Slowly, unsure, Bulma shook her head.

"In the Saiyan culture," he explained, his voice as calm as the time before a storm, "when one bites his lover's neck, they become mates." Bulma stared at him blankly. "Permanently," he added. She continued to stare at him blankly. "A mate is much like a human spouse," he continued, "except with the mating ritual … there's no divorce."

Bulma's face blanched.

"You mean, you-I-we-"

Vegeta nodded sharply.

Bulma buried her face in her hands. "Oh, Kami! I'm so sorry, Vegeta, I had no idea! If I had, I wouldn't have-"

"Wouldn't have what?" his hands abruptly pulled hers away from her face as he brought his own face within inches of hers. "What, Woman, you don't want to be my mate?" The tone of his voice was cruel, provoking.

Bulma refused to rise to the bait. She knew that was what he wanted.

"No, Vegeta. It's not that. Of course I want to be your mate. It's just that-well, you don't want it, and now you're stuck with me."

Vegeta smirked. "Am I? You don't seem to understand. It's the person that does the biting that becomes attached-you will soon begin to bond with me. A dependency will develop within you. You will need me just as much as the air you breathe, possibly even more. But if I don't return the bite, I will not develop the same problems-and you will wither away, alone." He forced a cruel laugh, even though the thought of Bulma withering away, alone, made something turn in the pit of his stomach.

He chose to ignore that feeling.

Tears popped up in Bulma's eyes, of their own free will.

"Vegeta," she whispered, "please …"

He growled as he stared into her eyes, watching the small drops of salty water begin to flow, in spite of her best efforts to blink them away. Something inside him snapped-he could not refuse her gentle request.

He would mate with her, the future, the androids, and Kakkarot all be damned.

Without a second's hesitation he entered her again, thrusting inside her at a furious pace even as the rough pad of his thumb brushed against her pleading clit. Bulma clutched at him, holding on for dear life as his body ransacked hers, forcing pleasure on her the kind of which she had never known.

And as their climax fell upon them, Vegeta leaned forward and gave into the temptation he had been feeling for so long.

He bit her neck.

As he drank her sweet, warm blood and felt his pleasure combine with hers to multiply the sensations for both of them, a smirk formed on his face.

He had made the right choice.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the lemons! Please review and tell me what you thought-even if you didn't enjoy them!

Love, Tina