Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lies, Deception, and a Baby ❯ Symbolic Sex ( Chapter 6 )

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Warning: Lemon!

Chapter 6: Symbolic Sex

Ring, ring!

Bulma moaned and turned over, pulling the covers over her head. Who the hell would be calling her at-she glanced over at the clock beside her bed-7:30 in the freakin' morning?!"

Ring, ring!

Bulma gritted her teeth. It was obvious from the coldness of the barely indented sheets beside her that Vegeta hadn't stayed for very long after she fell asleep last night. He probably thought he had better things to do with his time than lie around in bed with the woman he just fucked-like training!

That, plus lack of sleep-she tended to get really cranky if she didn't have her "beauty sleep"-added up to one pissed off Bulma! She was really in no mood to answer the fucking phone.

Ring, ring!

But it had been going at it all morning! And since her parents were conveniently away for the weekend, and Vegeta was obviously in the G.R., and wouldn't have answered the phone anyway, it was up to her to answer it.

Ring, ring!

Bulma ground her teeth together in frustration. Why didn't the fucking moron who kept fucking calling her at seven in the fucking morning just get a fucking life and leave a fucking message?!

The ringing stopped for a moment as the answering machine downstairs picked up. Bulma heaved a sigh of relief, plopped back down onto her pillows, and attempted to get some much needed rest, after the long, long night she'd had last night.

Ring, ring!

Bulma had had it! Whoever kept calling her was going to get a piece of her mind!

Yanking the cordless phone off its base and viciously pressing the "Talk" button, Bulma held it to her ear and yelled, at a volume and tone that would bring grown men to their knees in tears of shame, "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT, ASSHOLE?! YOU FUCKING LOSER, IT'S SEVEN IN THE FUCKING MORNING! I'M TRYING TO GET MY FUCKING BEAUTY SLEEP! WHAT KIND OF FUCKING MORON KEEPS CALLING PEOPLE FOR A WHOLE FUCKING HOUR WHEN THEY'RE TRYING TO GET THEIR FUCKING SLEEP!"

"Uhh, hi, Bulma," came a nervous voice on the other end.

Yamcha.

Surprising, isn't it, how her insults could be so accurate even though she had no idea who she was insulting?

Bulma's mood instantly changed. Oh, shit! She thought, smacking her forehead with her free hand. I forgot all about our date last night! I can't believe that I stood up Yamcha for our date to have sex with Vegeta! She thought about for a second. Wait a minute, what am I thinking? Sex with Vegeta is a hundred times better than some silly date with Yamcha! I'd stand him up any day if it meant I could experience something like last night! Bulma shivered at the memories.

The only problem with standing up Yamcha was that she was very sure Vegeta would never, ever, under any circumstances take her out on a date. And besides, her whole plan was built on the foundation of neither man finding out the truth beneath her lies! If she stood up Yamcha too much, then he might get suspicious. But then again, Yamcha had stood her up plenty of times in the past. So wasn't he due for a little payback?

"Bulma, are you there?" asked a confused sounding Yamcha.

"Oh, yeah, sorry, Yamcha. I just didn't get much sleep last night! You know how it is." She laughed nervously. He was going to ask her why she'd stood him up. Excuses, excuses … dammit! She couldn't think of anything!

`I'm sorry, Yamcha! I got all ready for our date and was about to leave, but then I ran into Vegeta, and he was just so damn sexy that, well, we just ended up having wild monkey sex on my bed all night long!' Yeah, that would rectify the situation! Although, with any luck, he might think that she was joking and laugh it off or something. But then he'd want to know the `real' reason.

`But, Yamcha, honey, that is the real reason!' Oh, yeah, that would go over real smooth! Say `Bye-bye' to any possibility of future happiness, marriage, and motherhood, Bulma!

"…so you see," Yamcha continued, even though she had no idea what the hell he'd said before that, seeing as how she was lost in her own thoughts about how she was going to lie to him. "That's the reason I wasn't able to make it to our date last night, Bulma," he finished. "I'm so sorry, please forgive me! I just feel so guilty!"

Now it was Bulma's turn to feel guilty-and relieved! At least he's not going to be asking me any tough questions! She thought to herself. But then, wait a minute! That means we stood each other up! And if I was standing him up for sex … Bulma's eyes widened.

"Yamcha, you liar! You were with another woman, weren't you?" she yelled into the phone at top volume, before realizing that she had to keep it down-even through the barrier of the gravity room, Vegeta still had that damn Saiyan hearing sensitivity.

"No, no, of course not, Bulma!" she could practically hear him sweat, the asshole. Yamcha was such a bad liar!

"Who is she, Yamcha?" Bulma asked in a warning tone of voice. Warning as in, "Tell me who that fucking bitch is, so I can break her fucking throat and throw her body into a pack of wild hyenas and laugh with great joy as they tear her bleeding carcass to shreds."

"No one, Bulma! Honest!" he was whining now. An obvious sign of a lie.

Bulma sighed. "Yamcha, I already forgave you once. Do you expect me to do it again?"

Yamcha gulped. "Uh, well, you see-"

"Because I WON'T!" Bulma shrieked. "Now," she said a moment later, her voice much calmer, "Let's just call this a warning. Because if you ever cheat on me again," she paused for dramatic effect, "I'LL DUMP YOUR SORRY ASS AND USE IT TO WAX MY KITCHEN FLOOR!"

With far more force than necessary, she slammed down the phone, then crossed her arms over her chest, sitting up in bed, naked, fuming.

How dare he?! Her inner voice exclaimed. How dare he cheat on me! That cheating jerk!

`Um, Bulma,' came another internal voice, `You do realize that you're cheating on him too?'

Well, yeah, but that's different!

`…and your justification for that would be …?'

I don't need justification! It just is!

`O-kay. Bulma, you need to work on your reasoning just a little bit! You cheating on Yamcha with Vegeta, and Yamcha cheating on you with some random slut, are essentially the same thing! You're both cheaters!'

"Shut up, you!" Bulma shouted into the empty room.

The sound of a throat clearing behind her brought Bulma back to reality.

She whirled around in bed, heedless of her naked state, to stare at the Saiyan Prince. He stood with his arms crossed over his chest, the usual smirk on his face-and he was obviously attempting to hold back a round of laughter.

He failed.

Vegeta burst out laughing, leaning forward as one arm clutched at his stomach and the other arm supported him against the doorframe. He just laughed and laughed. And then he laughed some more. The Saiyan Prince was just having a merry old time-at Bulma's expense.

As her lover kept on laughing-at her, not with her-she just kept getting more and more pissed off!

"How dare you laugh at me, you stupid monkey!" she exclaimed, leaping out of bed and stalking towards him.

Vegeta attempted to answer her, in between bouts of mirth. "You," chortle, "were talking," snicker, "to yourself!" giggle.

Bulma blinked as she looked at him. "Vegeta," she asked with a little laugh of her own, "did you just giggle?" Then she started rolling around on the floor with laughter.

Vegeta immediately stopped laughing at this insult to his pride. "Stupid woman! The Prince of all Saiyans doesn't `giggle'! He chuckles. In a slightly amused sort of way." He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at her.

Then he realized that she was still naked, and a little tug from down below reminded him that it had been several hours since he had last gotten laid.

What the hell? He thought to himself, shrugging. It was obvious she hadn't listened to his little attempt at preserving his dignity, anyway.

So, quickly dispatching with all his clothes, he joined her on the floor, and soon they were rolling around together, laughter turned into moans of pleasure.

Although by now the rolling should have stopped, the two were in a struggle for dominance.

"I wanna be on top!" Bulma whined, rolling Vegeta onto his back.

"You were on top last time!" he exclaimed, rolling them over until he was on top. "I'm the Saiyan Prince! If the prince wants to be on top, the prince gets to be on top!"

"That's not fair!" Bulma cried, tears welling up in her eyes. "You always get to be on top! I'm a liberated woman, dammit, and a genius to boot! I deserve to get my way sometimes! And if you don't, I'll start crying, and then you'll have to deal with a weeping woman!" Vegeta stared at her in horror. "Plus," she added, "I'll sabotage your gravity room, so that it will malfunction, and then I'll refuse to fix it for a month! So there!" Bulma stuck her tongue out at him.

Vegeta gritted his teeth. "FINE!" he roared, rolling onto his back, "You can be on top this time! But next time it will be MY turn!" he smirked evilly up at her. "And then we'll see just who wears the pants in this relationship!"

Bulma blinked. "Relationship?" she looked down at him with stars in her eyes, as she plunged down onto his rampant erection. "Do you really mean it, Vegeta? Are we really in a relationship?" Bulma's heart was displayed prominently on her sleeve-or rather, her naked arm, to be precise.

Vegeta's eyes widened. "Wh-what?!" he exclaimed in panic. Shit! I almost gave myself away! I can't let her find out that I actually like her for more than just the sex! She'd never let me live that down! "What are you talking about, you stupid woman?" he exclaimed, scowling at her. Vegeta, unlike Yamcha, could lie until the cows came home, and always do it believably. "I meant our sexual relationship. Excuse me if forgetting to say one fucking word changes the whole meaning of a phrase in your tiny little brain!" Vegeta smirked. There, that'll show her!

Bulma's heart sank all the way to her toes. "Oh," she whispered. At least she was smart enough to keep her backup guy, Yamcha, around. She'd definitely need a lot of backup-guy comfort, what with Vegeta breaking her heart day in and day out!

With a sigh, she continued riding him. It was great, as usual, but halfway through Bulma asked Vegeta to take over, which he did with relish, flipping them over until she felt the soft fibers of the carpet pressed up against her smooth back.

Vegeta smirked as he thrust his length into her. "I knew I was too much for you to handle," he boasted.

Bulma just closed her eyes, so that he wouldn't see the sheen of tears that lay just behind the surface. It wasn't that she couldn't handle him. She could more than handle her sexy Saiyan lover-in bed, at least.

But when she was on top, she had a sudden revelation. Here she was, doing all the work-it was just like a metaphor for her relationship with Vegeta! She did all the work, tried to make him fall in love with her. And he just lay there, smirking. Enjoying her ministrations, but not giving in. The symbolism had just become too much to bear, especially during sex, so she had requested that Vegeta take over. At least, this way, there was no symbolism to get in the way of her pleasure.

With one last grunt, Vegeta poured himself inside her. Bulma wondered vaguely, after her beautifully forlorn orgasm had passed, if she should mention to him that she wasn't using any form of contraception, since he didn't seem to be, either. She decided against it. We've already come this far, unplanned and unprotected, she told herself. So we might as well go all the way.

`Um, Bulma,' came that annoying little voice that she was pretty sure belonged to her conscience, `That doesn't make any sense. You know, you're not making a lot of sense today! I think you need to see a doctor, to get your head examined. And maybe for a pregnancy test, too!'

"YOU!" Bulma exclaimed, pissed that the little voice had ruined her afterglow, "SHUT THE FUCK UP! NOW!"

Vegeta glared at her. "Dammit, Woman, that's my line! Don't steal my line!"

Bulma just rolled her eyes and stood up, walking into the bathroom.

"Woman, where are you going?" Vegeta demanded, sitting up.

"To take a shower," Bulma replied calmly. And to douche, she thought to herself. That oughta get any leftover suckers out of there quick!

When she turned to turn on the water, she let out a little shriek. "Vegeta," she exclaimed to the Saiyan who already stood in the shower, "what are you doing in there?"

Vegeta cocked an eyebrow. "We were going to take a shower, remember? Now get in."

Bulma blinked and stared at him for a moment. "Um, no, I was going to take a shower. Alone. And you were going to go away."

Vegeta frowned at her. "Just get in the fucking shower and turn on the water, Woman!"

Bulma gulped. The way he was glaring at her … it was meant to be intimidating, yet she found herself incredibly turned on. She wanted him again, already. Even knowing how he felt about her. Or rather, how he didn't feel.

So, swaying her hips seductively and glancing at him from beneath her lashes, Bulma stepped delicately into the shower, her hip `accidentally' brushing into his crotch.

Vegeta let out a deep-throated purr, and, as the water poured over them, they let go of all their inhibitions and discovered a whole new world of passion.

Together.

A/N: Ok, that was kind of pointless, but fun. A lemon for the sake of a lemon, if you will. No harm in that!

Next Chapter: Juggling Act-Bulma attempts to `juggle' her two men (no, not literally!), and we find out Yamcha's reasons for cheating. Yep, he's got reasons. Not very good ones, but hey, what can you expect from Yamcha?

Love, Tina