Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lies, Deception, and a Baby ❯ Flames of Passion ( Chapter 10 )

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Warning: Lemon!

~…~ = Bulma's thoughts

/ … / = Vegeta's thoughts

Lies, Deception, and a Baby

Chapter 10: Flames of Passion

/It's been so long since I've had her …/

~It's been so long since I had him …~

Bulma and Vegeta's thoughts were practically identical as they came together on the couch in her living room-the same spot where they first made love.

~I wonder if I should tell him the truth, about the baby. But what he said … no, I can't. He's not going to stick around! After the androids are defeated he'll probably just leave me again, this time for good. I can't let him know the truth! I just can't!~

/I wonder if I should tell her the truth. Stop being a coward and hiding behind my pride, and just tell her how I feel. Vegeta gritted his teeth at the thought. No! I am the Prince of all Saiyans! I can't let a weak earthling woman have control over me!/

Vegeta tore off her clothes in a desperate attempt to convince himself that all he felt for her was lust, nothing more, nothing less. But when he saw her perfect body, and remembered all those long, long nights they had spent together, he knew he was only fooling himself.

And that made him even angrier.

Who else to take out his aggressions on than sweet, innocent Bulma?

/Sweet and innocent my ass! Vegeta growled. How could she give herself to that human, so soon after I left? Doesn't she realize that she's mine, and that I'll rip apart any man that touches her?/

With a growl, Vegeta launched himself on top of her, in a frantic attempt to banish all thought from his head. As he entered her with a single thrust, he succeeded.

No foreplay was necessary. Bulma was ready for him, had been ready for him for so long, not that he knew that. She welcomed him into her arms and body, and it was as though he were coming home.

Home … to Bulma.

Not even bothering with preliminaries, Vegeta began thrusting into her quickly, driving them both towards a single goal: satisfaction.

It's been so long, they thought in unison.

Thoughts were lost, unnecessary, when they came.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Yamcha checked himself in the mirror one last time before heading over to Bulma's.

He straightened his blue-and-yellow polkadot bowtie, ran his hands over his tacky, mustard yellow suit, and grinned at himself in the mirror. He even raised a hand, forefinger pointing towards the mirror, and said to his reflection, with a wink, "Lookin' good, Tiger!"

With a horny smile plastered across his face, he gathered up a bouquet of red roses, a heart-shaped box filled with chocolates, and some breath mints. His infamous "Romance Kit." With these simple tools, he could get any woman in bed!

And tonight, he had his sights set on his fiancée, Bulma.

Surely, since they were getting married tomorrow, she wouldn't mind moving the wedding night up just one day!

And even if there was resistance, his "Romance Kit" insured him that he would be able to get past any barriers she put up against him.

Yamcha drooled as he thought about getting past that most defiant barrier of all-her hymen!

She was his, all his. He would be the first man to ever open that door and enter into that portal.

As he walked towards his capsule car, he began to hum to himself.

I'm gonna get lucky tonight!

~*~*~*~*~*~

Bulma lay curled up against his chest after the quick, rough bout of sex.

/What a way to say, "Welcome Home,"/ Vegeta thought with a chuckle.

Bulma gazed up at him, her heart in her eyes, until she remembered the need to conceal it. ~You're marrying Yamcha tomorrow, dammit! You can't let Vegeta know now that he has power over you. He doesn't want you himself, not the way you want to be wanted, but he doesn't want anyone else to have you! That's just wrong! Don't give in!~

"What's so funny?" she asked, a slight tinge of unintentional anger in her voice.

"You," he replied with a smirk.

Bulma sat up and pounded her fist against his chest.

Vegeta just laughed harder.

"Ooh, you make me so mad!" she exclaimed, jumping up from the couch, heedless of her naked state.

"And you make me … well, just look and see," Vegeta purred, still reclining on the couch with his hands folded behind his head, and a seductive gleam in his eyes.

Bulma's eyes, of their own accord, moved towards his crotch. She blushed when she saw his manhood at full attention, erect and beaming with pride.

"Again?" she asked softly. "Already?"

"Again," he confirmed, his eyes narrowing like a bird of prey. "Already."

"Vegeta," Bulma whispered, still blushing. "Me too."

If not for his extra-sensitive Saiyan hearing, he might have missed her last words.

But he didn't.

In a single, fluid move, he reached up and pulled her down on top of him, his lips capturing hers in a fierce, possessive kiss as he rolled her over onto her back.

"You're mine," he hissed into her ear, before claiming her lips again, silencing any response she might have given him.

In reality, he was afraid she would refute his claim, and tell him that she did not, nor would she ever, belong to him.

But as far as Bulma was concerned, her heart sang with joy. ~He wants me!~ she thought happily as she returned his kiss. ~He really wants me!~

And, more importantly, he wanted her for herself, not for his heir, the child she carried.

~My baby!~ the unpleasant thought suddenly intruded in Bulma's head. ~Oh, shit! What have I done? I've told him it's not his, and now I'm going to have to tell him I lied to him! Let's just see how much he wants me after I admit that I was planning to keep his own child from him, to have it raised by a human man!~

Bulma pressed herself against him, hoping he would enter her quickly and take away all the thoughts.

But Vegeta wouldn't be rushed this time.

His mouth took its time, first lingering over hers, then over her breasts, bringing each of her nipples to devout attention before sucking them so hard she squirmed beneath him, growing wetter by the second.

As he lavished his attention on her breasts, which had already begun to grow slightly due to her impregnated state, one of his hands crept down and found the bud of her pleasure, and began to toy with it, much to the blue-haired woman's enjoyment.

"Vegeta!" she cried, cumming as his fingers slid into her warm, wet depths. The feeling of her inner walls contracting around his fingers brought a growl to his lips.

He could feel his control slipping away, as she clutched at him, frantically, pleading with her body for him to enter her.

He tried to hold on to his control, to his pride, but in the end-as he always did when it came to her-he failed.

With a mighty roar, Vegeta thrust into his mate, so deeply he could feel the tip of her womb.

The Saiyan Prince had come home at last.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Yamcha pulled up to the driveway of Capsule Corporation, quickly checking himself out in the rearview mirror to make sure his appearance was perfect.

After admiring his self-proclaimed handsome appearance for several minutes, Yamcha hopped out of his car and sauntered up to the large, dome-shaped house.

As he raised his hand to knock on the front door, he suddenly picked up some odd sounds coming from within.

"Oh!" Bulma moaned, "Vegeta!"

Yamcha's eyes widened. Oh, no! Vegeta was back, and he was hurting Bulma, causing her to moan in pain!

Well, Yamcha wasn't going to stand for some upstart alien molesting his future wife!

So he crashed through the front door of the building, knocking it off its hinges, and ran into the living room.

His jaw dropped to the floor at the sight before him.

Bulma lay on her back on the couch, naked. Vegeta lay on top of her, thrusting evenly in and out of her tight passage. And she … she was enjoying it, and openly inviting it!

Yamcha stared at them for a moment in shock. The sight of Bulma, writhing beneath another man … and Vegeta, of all people! Talk about adding insult to injury!

"I demand to know just what is going on her-I mean, here!" Yamcha exclaimed. "What are you doing to my fiancée!"

Hopefully, there was some reasonable explanation for this. Maybe Vegeta had threatened her life, forcing her to submit to his sexual demands. Yeah, that must be it! It had to be!

Without missing a beat, or rather, thrust, Vegeta lifted one arm, his open palm facing Yamcha. A ki ball formed in the palm of his hand, and a second later he sent it careening towards the annoying distraction.

With a yelp, Yamcha dived behind the wall separating the living room from the foyer, and watched the ki ball zoom past the exact spot where his head had been a moment before. The ki blast slammed into the wall, creating a large hole next the broken front door.

Cowering behind the wall, Yamcha decided to remain exactly where he was for the moment-even though it meant listening to the sounds coming from the next room.

Although he hated to admit it, Bulma's moans of pleasure turned him on.

Slipping himself out of his pants, Yamcha began to jerk off to the sound of his fiancée getting fucked by another man.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Vegeta smirked. /That'll teach the little fuck not to challenge me./

Bulma, for her part, never noticed anything awry; she was too far gone with pleasure to notice anything except herself and Vegeta.

"Vegeta," she moaned, her hips bucking under his, urging him faster.

With a grunt, her lover complied, increasing his pace as he slammed in and out of her hot, wet sheath.

"Vegeta!" she cried out his name as her orgasm burst upon her in a brilliant flash of light and color. The inner walls fluttering around him made Vegeta lose the last vestige of his control, and he poured himself into her with a violent snarl, his body jerking in response to the intense climax.

Panting lightly, Vegeta rolled until he lay on his back on the couch, with Bulma cradled in his arms, lying atop his sweaty, muscular chest.

"Vegeta," Bulma murmured sleepily from her comfortable position lying on top of him, "why did you leave me?"

Vegeta chuckled, his mood mellowed out by his recent release from sexual tension. "Because if I had stayed, we'd be doing this all day," he breathed, nipping her ear. "I need to train, Woman, not spend my days and nights in some sort of sexual marathon. If I stayed here, I would be too … distracted … to attain my final goal as a super saiyan."

Bulma's eyes widened, all cloudiness gone from her mind. ~Why didn't I see it before?~ she berated herself. ~He didn't leave because he doesn't want me! He left because he wants me too much! So much that I became a distraction to him, causing him to leave. And maybe it's because of me that he came back so soon.~

It was then that she noticed the figure emerging from his hiding place behind the wall. Bulma's eyes became wide pools of blue guilt as she watched the man she had forgotten all about, her fiancé, clench his fists in anger as he stared daggers at the lovers lying prone on the couch.

"Oh, Shit."

A/N: Hehe! Well, looks like the shit is about to hit the fan! (Don't you just love that expression??) I wonder what's going to happen next …

Next Chapter: Yamcha knows about Vegeta and Bulma. Which means there's going to be a confrontation! Will the men be able to piece together the puzzle, and unravel all of Bulma's lies? Or will she be able to get out of this tight situation by lying some more?! Things are about to get intense!

Love, Tina