Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Life Happens ❯ Don't Back Down ( Chapter 8 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

The prompt for this chapter was "Passion".
A/N: Thank you to PRINCESS_P for the first review!! And I hope you enjoy this chapter ~_^
WARNING: Lemons Ahead!
Diclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.


She sat on the island counter, legs crossed at her ankles, as she watched him eat. Her hands rested against the countertop behind her, leaning her body slightly back and breasts straining against her top.

He took another big bite before looking in her direction. He swallowed. “Aren’t you going to eat?” he asked curiously with a look of mischief.

She gave him a brief shake of her head. “I’ve been eating throughout the day, and I even did a little exercise.” She lifted her hands off the counter to rest them on her knees. Her breasts now pressing together, giving him a good amount of cleavage to stare at. “So don’t you worry about me,” she told him, a smirk playing on her lips.

He raised an eyebrow at her. “And just how long have you been planning this?” He wiped his hands and mouth before standing from the table, walking away from the plates of food.

“Hm.” A finger raised to her lips. “I had several different plans formed, depending on what could go wrong. It’s never good to rely on just one method,” she said thoughtfully while keeping an eye on the predator that stealthily moved closer.

His towel had been thrown over the back of the chair, after he’d used it to wipe the sweat that had been clinging to his muscles. So now the only article of clothing still attached to him was his training shorts. Those tight, clinging, form-fitting, navy blue spandex shorts. Yet somehow they seemed to never give any hints away at what exactly was hiding underneath them.

“What are you thinking about?”

The breath of air against her neck and ear shook her from the thoughts. Had he moved that fast, or had she really been fantasizing that badly? His hands were placed on the counter, effectively trapping her between them. His head was bent only slightly so he could whisper his words to her. His crotch was pressed against her still crossed legs.

“I was thinking about how much you need a shower.” A hand came up to cover her nose. “You’ve been training all day. The least you could do is clean up and smell nice for me,” she told him, ignoring the growling that was coming from him.

He pulled back to look at her. The snarl crawling from his throat and through his now clenched teeth. He could so easily end her life, and for a half a second his hand curled into a ball at her side. ‘Not yet!’ his mind yelled. His hand flattened back out beside her. ‘She is still of use, now more than ever.’ There was a human phrase that crossed his mind at his predicament, ‘Have your cake and eat it, too’.

He smirked, the snarl dissipating to a low hum then stopped. “A shower, huh? I like that idea.”

She didn’t like that smirk, it usually meant terrible things were about to happen. She almost sighed in relief when he pulled away from her, but his hand grabbed her wrist. He pulled her off the counter, her feet stumbling to balance as he yanked her along behind him. “What are you doing, Vegeta?” she questioned, a little annoyed and little curious at his sudden turn of behavior.

“Taking a shower, like you requested.” His grip keeping firm around her wriggling wrist. If she thought she was going to have any control after agreeing to this, she was sorely wrong.

He pulled her into the nearest bathroom, letting go of her wrist so he could shut and lock the door. He stalked over to the shower stall and turned on the water. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye.

A scowl was set on her face as she cradled the wrist he had dragged her by. “Jerk.” She finally looked up at him. The insult did nothing to the smirk still plastered on his lips. Instead of firing back, his thumbs hooked under the waistband of his shorts and quickly discarded them. Her eyes almost instantly dropped down to look at what she’d been fantasizing and dreaming about all these months, but quickly snapped back up. ‘Arrogant jerk,’ she thought as he made a come-hither look.

She started toward him, a tiny smile forming on the corner of her lips. Her hands pushing up the tank top and over her head. She threw it in the direction of the hamper, never stopping her swaying hips. She was finally a few inches away from him when she slowly pushed her panties off her hips. “So?” Her eyes flicked briefly from his to the shower, and her hands rested lightly on his chest.

He leaned over and nipped at her bottom lip. His hands catching her elbows and pulling her closer before fully kissing her. Her eyes closed at the onslaught of pleasure just from his dominating kiss. She moaned lightly as he pulled her against his heated body.

He was so warm. She almost recoiled as her cool skin met his own burning flesh, but with his lips on hers, she pressed further against him. Then she felt him pushing her, backing her up, into the shower. She had been so caught up in the attention he was giving her, that it took her body a few seconds to realize that the water against her back wasn’t warm. If it was possible, she pressed more into his warm skin, gasping into the unbroken kiss.

She tried to pull back, but his hand was there, putting just the slightest amount of strength to keep her locked in place. She whimpered as more water hit her back. It was now almost reaching the edge of her hair that hung to the middle of her back.

He finally pulled back, his fingers still pressing against her scalp. “Seems like I didn’t adjust the water temperature correctly,” he said in his most sincere voice, although the smirk on his face told her what she already knew. “Let me fix that.” He pushed her under the full spray of the water, her body shaking.

She clenched her teeth, and her hands gripped his biceps. “Y-you are s-such a-a bastard,” she chattered.

His smirk grew into a malicious grin. “I never said anything about playing nice, now did I?” His rhetorical question hanging in the air as he reached behind her to adjust the temperature. He pushed her past the spray of water so he could stand under it. He reached to the side and picked up the bar soap, then held it out to her.

She looked at it, scoffed, and batted his hand away. “I told you I’m not playing out any sick fantasies for you.” She crossed her arms under her breasts, and gave him her best scowl.

He rolled his eyes and growled in annoyance at her behavior. “You are the one that requested I smell nice.” He held out the soap again.

She looked at him, then the soap. “I think you’re quite capable of cleaning yourself. You’re not tricking me into washing you like some slave.” She held her stance. “Or are you still trying to scare me away?” Her scowl slowly morphing into a sly smirk.

“Tch. If I wanted to scare you, there are far worse things I could request of you.” He sneered before running the soap along his muscles.

The smirk dropped from her face as she watched him wash. Why had she denied the chance to get to tease him? ‘Damn, here I am reading too much into something, instead of seeing an opening!’ Her arms uncrossed as she continued to watch. She unconsciously shuffled forward, her hands stopping his actions.

He raised an eyebrow at her. “What?” his voice barked as her soft hands grabbed for the soap.

She smiled softly as he let her take the soap from him. “Nothing.” He eyed her as she lathered her hands with the soap before putting it back where it belonged. “I just changed my mind.” Her now sudsy hands moving toward his crotch. “Is that okay?” she asked as a hand wrapped around his cock.

“Fine by me.” His face giving nothing away as her hand slid along his now twitching member. He moved his face under the water to wash it and his hair, his lower body moving slightly forward and out of the mist.

Bulma watched with fascination as his muscles bunched and strained against his skin at his movements. She licked her lips as her other hand skimmed across his thigh.

“You’re playing with fire, woman. I’d watch yourself before you get burned.”
His face was sticking out of the water so he could talk properly, but it left his hair under the intense spray. His usual gravity-defying hair was now being pushed back, and it looked so different. Sure most of it still held the spiked quality, but there were a few strands that were plastered against his neck and even fewer that were dangling on his forehead. The hand that had brushed his thigh came up to touch his hair, but he stopped her. His hand snatching her wrist and pulling her against him, yet again.

“Playtime is over.” His other hand grabbing her hand from his erection as he backed her against the wall. A knee caressed her thigh, as his fingers slid across the other teasingly. He leaned into her, his chest rubbing against hers, his mouth falling to her shoulder. He gave her a few light nips before soothing over them with his tongue, and continued his way up her neck. “Are you ready?” His words mocking rather than curious, as a solitary finger grazed up her inner thigh to slide along her opening.

She bit her lip to stop the moan, but she couldn’t keep her hips from rolling forward at his tantalizing touch. “I thought you just said no more playing.” She turned her head slightly to try to catch his eyes.

He laughed cruelly. “I meant for you. For me, playtime is just starting.”

He lifted her right leg around his hip, as he pushed into her. A low moan escaped past her parted her lips at his entrance. His teeth grazed across her collarbone as she pushed against him. Her hands running from his hair to his butt, squeezing the tight muscles. Not wasting any time, he pulled out--leaving only the head in--before fervently pushing back in. His mouth and tongue moving lower towards her breast. He scooped her other leg up, locking them around his waist, before using his hands to push her up slightly by the waist. His mouth now hungrily attacking her nipple, biting and sucking, before switching to other side.

“Vegeta!” Her hands were now holding onto his shoulders as he bounced her against the slick wall of the shower. “Don’t stop, please,” her voice needy and sultry, and a lot more pleasant to his ears. Her mind quickly turning into mush at his obviously experienced body. She never reached an orgasm this fast with….what was his name again? Her nails scrapped along the hardened skin of his shoulder blades as he continued his fast yet paced thrusting. “Almost….” Her breathing so erratic and shallow she thought she was going to black out, and she almost did when her orgasm finally hit--hard. She cried out, but she quickly buried her face into his neck.

Her muscles clenched and pulled at him, but he was not about to give in. He let her ride her first orgasm as long as he could. Well, until she started crying and begging for him to stop moving. So, he reluctantly pulled out of her, as she stood on shaking legs, her arms wrapped around his neck. “Don’t tell me you’re already done,” he mocked her once again.

She unwrapped an arm to turn off the shower. “Not even close, just need a few seconds to catch my breath.” She glared at him before pushing past him. She glanced down to see that he was still hard as a rock, confirming that perhaps this was going to be more of a challenge than she originally thought. He smirked, and for a moment she thought that he’d read her mind, but was surprised when he pulled her back to him for a bruising kiss.

He pulled back, pushing her face away. “Good. I’d hate to be disappointed.”

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‘Kami! Had she pegged Vegeta all wrong!’ She thought she was going to be a challenge or at least a match for him in bed, but she’d been wrong. ‘Next time I’m not feeding you, asshole Saiyan,’ she thought as she lay sprawled across her bed, staring up into his abysmal eyes. She was sure he’d gotten off at least twice, and had only stopped for a few seconds before needing to be back inside her.

Her hands gripped his waist, as her feet rested against his thighs. She felt so tired, yet she wasn’t going to back down. That and it was hard to when he was giving her so much pleasure. Although, the pleasure was getting a little soreness mixed in with it now. “Vegeta,” she moaned as her back arched, pushing her breast more against his mouth. His teeth sharply grazing across her nipple causing her to cry out. “Shit,” she panted, “not so hard.”

He suckled at the wound, before pulling back with a pop. “Stop whining, I didn’t even break the skin,” he told her. His hips snapped forward at a faster pace, as he sat back on his haunches, and pulled her hips against his.

Her eyes rolled back at the new depth. “Right there,” she moaned desperately, her hips scooting as close as possible to his own. As the mind-numbing orgasm washed over her once again, she prayed that this would be the last--as much as she was enjoying it.

His grip tightened on her hips, holding her close as he spilled into her with a low growl. He panted lightly, as the woman lay panting on the bed. Her eyes were shut tightly, indicating that she was still trying to regain her own senses. He took a few more short pants before letting her hips fall, his spent member slipping out of her.

She cracked open an eye. “Done?” she tried to mock him, but her panting and scratched voice betrayed her.

He glanced over his shoulder. “It’s almost time to start training, which means your mom will be up cooking breakfast soon,” he told her. “I’m sure you didn’t want either of your parents to find out about this?” He cocked an eyebrow at her.

She shook her head lightly.

Without another word, he slid off the bed and headed toward her personal bathroom. He didn’t want to start his day off with sweat and other fluids clinging to his skin. It was bad enough he would probably be able to smell her scent all around him today. He started the shower, not giving the woman another thought, until he felt her moving closer. ‘She could still walk?!’ Damn, he was going to have to give her more credit than he wanted to at this point.

She steadied her wobbly legs by bracing her hands against the mattress. There was no way she laying there while gravity took it’s course! She knew there was no way in hell she was going to be up to doing laundry and showering later today, so her best option was to drag herself in the shower to get cleaned up before passing out. ‘Fucking arrogant asshole!’ she fumed. She rolled her eyes at her thoughts, though. She knew exactly what to expect from him, at least.

Once her legs were steady enough, she limped into the bathroom bracing herself against the wall for a little extra support. She could see his silhouette through the shower curtain. She threw it a dirty look, before setting her features into neutral. She pulled back the shower curtain and slowly stepped over the ledge of the tub.

He ignored her, continuing his cleaning, until she leaned against him. Her breasts pressed against his back, her lips ghosting across the back of his neck. “So was this a one time deal?” her question sincere. She wasn’t going to let him win! She just couldn’t! She had been out to prove something, whether it be to him or herself.

He scoffed, trying to push her off with a flick of his shoulder. “Does it matter, woman?” He didn’t know himself if they should continue. Sure it was nice to have her willing, warm flesh against his, but it was a HUGE distraction--especially with his appetite. If he continued humoring her and indulging in their lust for one another, he would eventually have to cut back on his training.

“If it was, then I request one more round,” her whispered voice slicing through his dilemma. Her hands rested on his hips, before moving forward.

He had to hold back the groan that threatened to escape as her soft hands caressed and stroked his limp member. ‘FUCK! She was supposed to be paralyzed by now! How the hell can she even think about going another round?!’ His mind quickly switched as he felt his cock twitch at her teasing touch. One hand stroking his shaft as the other caressed his balls.

“Don’t tell me you can’t get it up anymore?” her voice low and mocking in his ear.

He growled before quickly spinning around, and pinning her to the wall. “I am the Prince of Saiyans! How dare you mock my stamina!” He could see the laughter in her eyes and face, but it quickly faded as he drove into her. “Is that hard enough for you, whore?”

A slight blush crept on cheeks before anger shot through her. Before she could stop herself, she slapped him. “I told you I am not a whore,” she seethed. The throbbing of her hand did nothing to dissipate her anger, but she would hopefully remember next time that he was apparently made of stone!

His thrusting stopped, but he didn’t pull away. “You sure do act and sound like one to me,” he spit in her face. “So if you don’t wish to be treated like one, then stop liking one.”

Her body grew hotter with anger. “For fuck’s sake, Vegeta! I was just joking. Do you think that I could doubt your stamina after tonight….today?” her voice softened a bit at the end. “All I wanted to know was if we were continuing after today. I will not waste my time on something that I’ll never have again.” She was almost pouting, but she kept her bottom lip stiff.

His fist pounded against the wall beside her head. “Fuck, woman. You’re so fucking annoying and nosey. I told there would be no commitment. That means I make no promises to anything about….this.”

Her hands played with his limp hair. “I’m not asking for that, Vegeta. You keep forgetting that I’m a genius, I do have a brain that comprehends. I guess I just wanted to know if I should come to you or are you going to come to me?”

“You got what you wanted, right?” he breathed against her neck. “A taste of the mighty Vegeta. Did it satiate you?” A low chuckle rumbled in his throat as he felt her hips shift. “I need a real answer, woman.”

“What do you think?” She tugged lightly on his hair, hoping he would pull back to look at her. When he only continued to nip and lick at her neck and collarbone, she continued, “I had to limp my way in here.” She laughed lightly at her own stupidity. “And I practically begged for another round. Not caring that you would dump me afterwards and make me crawl back to my own bed.” She had no idea what was wrong with her. It was never like this with Yamcha, even at the best of times. She almost opened her mouth back up to tell him that she’d do anything for him, let him do whatever he wanted to her, but she quickly slapped that thought away. She wouldn’t be a whore for him, so she had to stop acting like one around him.

It was more of an answer than he was looking for. He was expecting a simple yes or no that he could bat aside, and tell her he was done with her either way. Except, she’d thrown him an honest answer, telling him she knew exactly what she had walked into. He pulled back out of her slightly before gliding back in, earning him a low moan and another tug of the hair. “You remember the rules?”

“Yes.” Her lips brushed across his ear. Her hips burned as he rocked in and out of her, but she couldn’t deny the pleasure she felt at every thrust. “And we can’t let anyone find out, especially my parents.”

“You think I don’t know that already,” he growled. His thrusts increasing in speed and strength, her body pinned between him and the wall.

She laughed, her voice cracking and tired sounding. “Of course you do. Just a friendly reminder for both of us, though.” Her voice broke off into a long deep moan.

It wasn’t long before she convulsed around him again, bringing him to another release along with her. This time he couldn’t keep the panting back, his tongue sticking out of his mouth, as he pressed his nose against her sweaty neck. He let his body rest for a few moments, before pulling out of her. Her arms in the usual spot--around his neck. He tried to pry her off, but she clung to him.

“Not yet. Just a few more seconds so I don’t fall on my ass. It’s the least you owe me.” She smirked at him, her nose touching his.

“Just this once, woman.”

She nodded, as she took a steadying breath. “Thank you, Vegeta.” She slowly let him go, before using the shower wall as support.

He only grunted before turning around to quickly wash himself off. Once again without another word or glance, he stepped out of the shower, leaving her on her own.