Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lies, Deception, and a Baby ❯ ...Leads to So Much More ( Chapter 2 )

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Warning: LEMON!

Lies, Deception, and a Baby

Chapter 2: …Leads to So Much More

Bulma was startled by the kiss, to say the least.

Vegeta kissing me? She wondered. Why would he do that?

But his lips were so warm and soft, pressed firmly against hers … she couldn't help but melt against him and let out a sigh, her lips parting so that his tongue could swoop in to plunder the treasures within her warm, wet mouth.

Why am I doing this? Vegeta wondered before quickly telling himself, I'm just doing this to shut her up! Yeah, that's it. She wouldn't close that damn big mouth of hers, so I'm giving it something else to do with it to save my ears from that incessant noise! Yes, that's exactly why I'm doing this. It's not because I enjoy it! Of course not. And it's not because I've desired her for as long as I can remember, it's not that at all …

The kiss deepened, and Bulma's hands somehow wound themselves around his neck to tangle in his dark, flame-like hair. To her surprise, it was silky soft to the touch.

Amazing, she thought to herself. I would have thought that his hair would be rough and coarse-and his lips, as well! But they're both so soft. Who would have thought that I could learn so much about the Saiyan Prince from just a single kiss?

Vegeta's hands seemed to have a mind of their own, as well. One of them was rubbing circles on her bare back in the spot where her tail would be if she were a Saiyan. The other hand had dived under her blouse in order to cup her breasts.

Bulma let out a little moan at how good it felt to have his hand there! She had never let Yamcha get even that far. In fact, in baseball terminology, she and Yamcha had never even gotten past first base! All they'd ever done was make out. But suddenly, Bulma wanted more than that from Vegeta. She wanted it all! Screw waiting for marriage. The way things looked right now, she might never get married! So why not just have a simple one-night stand with Vegeta so that she finally knew what it was all about?

Her mind made up, Bulma was determined to wind up losing her virginity this very night. Here. Now. With Vegeta.

Whether he liked it or not!

Unbeknownst to her, Vegeta liked it very much at the moment. He liked it so much, in fact, that he no longer wanted to shut her up-he wanted to make her scream with pleasure. Not that he'd ever admit it.

His hands had long since managed to unbutton her blouse and unhook her bra. He shoved both off her shoulders, and then broke the kiss, staring first into her passion glazed eyes, and then down at her firm, upthrust breasts. He could feel his groin tightening even further as he stared down at them.

Vegeta smirked. This was going to be fun.

He bent forward and nipped at her right breast with his teeth. Bulma let out a quick little moan, and pulled his head closer to her, arching her back and thrusting her breast towards his mouth, offering it to him. She didn't know exactly what she was begging for, but she knew that she wanted him to do more to her breasts.

She could feel his hot breath on the underside of her breast as he kissed it softly, using his lips, teeth, and tongue to circle around the place she wanted him the most. Bulma growled and, fisting her hands in his hair, attempted to pull him down to where her erect nipple ached with need.

Vegeta decided to show her mercy, finally giving her exactly what she craved. Bulma let out a cry of fulfillment-not that she knew yet what true fulfillment was-and held him there against her breast as he suckled like a starving child. After several minutes, he transferred his attentions to her other breast.

By this time, Bulma was lying back on the couch with Vegeta on top of her, his hardness pressing into her thigh. Bulma didn't know exactly what it was-her parents had disapproved of sex ed, but had never explained anything to her themselves-but she instinctively knew that it meant he wanted her. That knowledge made a sense of happiness blossom in her chest. He wanted her. And she wanted him, too.

Vegeta was now growing impatient with the foreplay. He wanted to be inside her very badly. So he sat up, straddling her on the couch and started ripping off their clothes. Bulma was so turned on by this time that she barely even noticed his roughness.

When they were both naked, Vegeta planted one knee inside of hers, forcing her legs open. He then positioned himself and looked down into her wide eyes.

Bulma suddenly remembered that she was still a virgin-and that Vegeta didn't know this!

"Vegeta, there's something that I have to tell you- "

She was silenced as his mouth swooped down once again to cut her off in the middle of a sentence. He really didn't want her to ruin this moment with talking! And even if she wanted to back out now, he wouldn't let her. He knew that she wanted it just as badly as he did. He refused to let her inhibitions get in the way of their passion.

With a single thrust, he entered her, burying himself to the hilt. He groaned at how good she felt, how tight and wet she was. It felt as though he had entered through the gates of heaven to make love to a blue-haired angel.

Bulma let out a cry of pain as he entered her, unknowingly breaking the barrier of her virginity that had remained intact for so many years. Tears formed in her eyes and fell down her cheeks as she felt the sharp stinging pain begin to throb. Vegeta started moving inside her, and his movements made the pain even worse.

"Vegeta!" she cried out. He didn't seem to hear her; he was too engrossed in his own pleasure. "Vegeta, please, stop!" She pushed against his chest, startling him. Not that she was strong enough to actually move him just by pushing on his solid, muscular chest, but her resistance startled him, causing him to lose his balance on the edge of the narrow couch. They tumbled to the floor, with Vegeta lying on his back and no longer inside her, and Bulma sitting astride his hips, his large manhood still erect and throbbing just inches from her bleeding entrance.

"What is wrong with you, Woman?" Vegeta growled at her, angry-and also slightly aroused, although he would never admit it to anyone, especially not her-that the tables had turned and she was now on top. "I know you want it just as much as I do!"

"Vegeta, you don't understand!" Bulma blinked a few times, holding the tears at bay. The pain was beginning to slowly recede. A good sign, she thought.

"You see, Vegeta," Bulma told him, suddenly blushing with embarrassment over what she was about to tell him. How would he react to the knowledge of her virginity? "I … I was a virgin!" Her face was beet red, and she turned away from him in shame, her tousled hair covering her expression from his view.

Vegeta just blinked, and stared at her, his eyes widening as he realized what she had just said. "What the Hell!" he exclaimed, completely surprised. He definitely hadn't expected this! "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I … I tried, but then you kissed me before I could tell you!"

A flash of red caught his eye, and he looked down, feeling his stomach turn as he saw the blood covering the tip of his member, and the blood that even now dripped onto his thigh. He felt sick, realizing the pain he must have caused her, his mind still reeling, taking in this new information.

Vegeta cursed himself for his own stupidity. He had thought she was going to chicken out and tell him to stop before she did something she'd regret-although, he thought with a smirk, he knew that after being with him she'd never be able to go back to that baka weakling-when all she had been trying to do was tell him to slow down so that he wouldn't cause her pain. And he had just blindly driven himself into her, unaware of the pain he was causing her!

"Woman," he said, uncomfortably, knowing what he had to do, no matter how much he hated himself for shoving aside his pride and actually doing it. "I … I'm sorry." There, he had done it. He had apologized. No matter how much it hurt his pride, he knew it was necessary. She hadn't deserved the pain he had given her. All he had wanted to give her was pleasure, the same as she had given him.

Bulma stared down at him with disbelief. Vegeta had … apologized? She had never expected that! She could feel a warmth seeping into her heart. That was so sweet of him! She wondered if he realized exactly how much it meant to her that he did that. He'd probably run away screaming at the top of his lungs if he did. She wasn't about to tell him. Not until he'd showed her what it truly meant to be the woman that he was always calling her …

Her hand reached out and lightly touched his cheek. He looked up into her eyes, uncertain, until he saw the warmth in those gorgeous blue orbs.

"It's ok, Vegeta," she told him with a smile, "I forgive you. It's already stopped hurting, so we can continue … if you want."

If he wanted? Vegeta almost laughed at that. Of course he wanted to continue! At this moment, he didn't want anything more than that. That and to see her face light up with pleasure as he gave his blue-haired innocent the first climax of her entire life.

Bulma began to stand up, prepared to settle herself back on the couch, but Vegeta's hands around her waist tugged her back down. She looked down at him in confusion and saw that devious smirk on his face.

"Ve-Vegeta?" she asked him warily.

"It'll be better for you this way," he told her softly. Another thing about him that she had never thought could be soft … that rough, husky voice of his.

"What way?" she asked with the pure cluelessness that only a true innocent could muster.

Vegeta just chuckled. "You'll see," he rasped.

His hands moved to her hips, and guided her until she was kneeling above his still erect staff. Bulma gasped as his hands slowly pulled her hips downward, until he was inside her again. There was a tiny tug of pain, but it was gone after a second or two. Vegeta simply lay there, prone on his back, unmoving inside her, for several minutes.

"Um, Vegeta?" Bulma asked.

"Hmm?" His eyes were closed now and there was an almost peaceful expression on his face. Bulma hated to disturb such a look, especially on her Saiyan Prince.

"Vegeta, aren't we supposed to … I don't know … do something now?"

One eyelid cracked open. "You're in control," he told her simply.

Bulma just blinked. "W-what?" she asked him shakily, sure she had misunderstood.

"It's your first time," he explained as though to a child. "It will be better for you if you are able to control your own pleasure."

"Oh," Bulma whispered. "But … I don't know what to do!"

Vegeta smirked up at her. "Then I guess I'll just have to teach you."

She felt a gentle pressure from his hands on her hips, moving her upward, then back down. "Oh!" she gasped. It felt … incredible. She let his hands guide her up and down a few more times, until she was confident enough with her new found abilities to take over the pace.

It was the hardest thing he'd ever done, but Vegeta managed to keep his hips still as his blue-haired angel moved up and down over him, her firm, plump breasts jiggling with each thrust. This was her first time. She needed to learn the extent of her own passions before he took control and taught her some of the more … exotic …means of pleasure. There would be plenty of time for that later.

As Bulma began increasing the pace, Vegeta knew that they were both growing closer to their climax. With a smirk, he moved one of his hands from her hip to the place where they were joined, and his fingers began flicking the hidden bud of her pleasure.

Bulma gasped as she suddenly felt something explode inside her. Crying out Vegeta's name, she came back down on him one last time, thrusting her head back as she felt her inner muscles contracting at a furious pace. Stars and rainbows flew past her eyelids as she felt him burst inside her, his sticky seed overflowing into her womb.

After a few moments that seemed like eons, Bulma collapsed onto his chest, sated.

It had been … amazing. And she wanted to tell him that.

But she simply couldn't force her exhausted body to speak.

Vegeta cradled her gently in his arms. Even though she had thoroughly satisfied him, he knew that the single act they had just performed would not be enough for him. He wanted her even more badly than before. Yes, he finally admitted to himself, I've wanted her for a long time. And now that I've had her, I want her even more than I did before. And I will have her again. Of that I am sure.

He could sense that she was trying to speak.

"Shh," he told her, gently pushing her head down to rest on his chest. "There will be time enough for words later." With a small sigh, the utterly worn out Bulma lay her head on the hard muscles-covered by soft skin, she sleepily noted-of his chest and instantly fell asleep.

When he was sure that she was sound asleep, Vegeta leaned forward and gently kissed her temple. Bulma murmured in her sleep and snuggled closer to him.

Vegeta wasn't at all tired-he had a Saiyan's stamina. But he knew that he would stay there, lying on the floor, holding Bulma in his arms for the rest of the night as she slept. And he knew that he would leave her as soon as he sensed her on the verge of wakefulness, so that she would never know that he hadn't left her alone right after she fell asleep to go train in the gravity room.

He would do it because he knew that he was beginning to care for her-no, he had begun to care for her a long time ago, it was far more serious now-but his pride would not let him accept the fact. Because caring for her gave her power over him. And although he knew that she had power over him …

He'd die before he ever let her know how much she affected him.

A/N: Aww, that was kind of sweet, yet sad! Poor Veggie, he's so vulnerable (deep, deep, deep, DEEP down inside!), that he can't risk showing Bulma how he feels, because he's afraid of getting hurt! He's such a cutie!

Next Chapter: A nice little interlude in the shower. But what's this? Bulma has a visitor. Who could it be, interrupting our favorite couple's `alone time'?

Love, Tina