Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Life Happens ❯ Comeuppance and Backfires ( Chapter 11 )

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

Prompt: "Lover".

A/N: This takes place DIRECTLY after Chapter 10! Also: There is MAJOR adult content in this chapter, so if you don't like or are too young....Please don't read.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.

Her hands rested on his chest, as she smirked at him. “Perhaps it’s not that I give up too easily. It’s just that you never give me a chance. Ripping off my clothes when I’m trying to be angry at you….”

He pulled her back in for a rough kiss before pushing her away again. “Maybe it’s that you talk too fucking much,” he bit out.

Her hands ran from their spot on his chest, up his shoulders, and into his sweat soaked hair. “Could be.”

Her fingers dug into his hair and pressed onto his scalp. He had luckily been a little more relaxed than usual, making her job easier. She put as much force as she could into her pressing fingers, making his lips come to hers. Her teeth instantly grabbing hold of his bottom lip--just as he had done to her--nipping and sucking on the soft flesh. After she was done, her tongue soothed the abuse she had done.

His tongue darted out to meet hers, easily pushing her tongue back where it belonged. His own fingers pressing hard on her scalp and tilting her head slightly to bring their mouths closer. His eyes remained opened, not yet ready to let his guard down. He felt her fingers dig a little deeper into his skin, her nails now pressing a bit too harshly into the flesh. As he felt the nails making a trail from the back of his head, down his neck, and to his shoulder blades, he redoubled his efforts with his tongue.

Her nails pressed into the hardened flesh of his shoulders as he nearly choked her. His tongue swept the roof of her mouth and as far back as he could go. She had been paying too much attention at trying to distract him and perhaps getting a little distracted herself, than keeping an actual eye on him. Her eyes cracked open to meet slit black orbs. ‘Damn!’ Her tongue swept up to meet his and forcing it back to the front of her mouth.

His hand drifted from it’s spot on her head to her back. Her eyes widened slightly before she quickly pulled back. “Wait!” she held up her hand, as she smashed her back--along with his hand--to the wall. She saw the narrowed eyes and quickly explained, “If you rip my clothes off out here, I have nothing else to wear.”

“And that’s my problem how?” He could easily push her from the wall, but decided to listen.

“Mother’s already seen me in this outfit today, and I’m sure she’ll notice me running through the house naked. That or I’ll make you fly to my room and get me more clothes. Either situation is bound to be a tip off, don’t ya think?” She held his gaze, as she felt his fingers twitching at her back. ‘Don’t you dare! I will make you do something about it’ she thought to herself as she watched him contemplate her words.

His fingertips pressed into her soft flesh, making her back arch off the wall. His palm easily pushed her forward, and her chest collided with his as her face instinctively pressed into his neck.

His mouth covered her ear. “I suppose that was part of the deal,” he whispered before pushing her off again.

She growled, her teeth clenched and lips parted. “Would you stop throwing me around like a rag doll?!”

“No,” his tone that of a spoiled child. “And if you wish to keep your clothes intact, I suggest you get out of here.” He had played a little too much with her, and his restraint was getting low.

He couldn’t get her all worked up and tell her to leave! Her hands lowered to the floor, the low cut top showing off more cleavage as she crawled the few paces between them. Her hands rested on either side of his hips as she looked up at him.

He was sitting on his knees, legs bent underneath him, and his hands pressed on the floor beside him from where he had been getting ready to push himself up. “Woman,” he growled lowly, keeping an eye on her.

“I thought the Prince of all Saiyans was a master of control, and yet he can’t keep himself from ripping a woman’s clothing off.” She lifted a hand to press a finger against her lip thoughtfully.

The warning growl continued as he bared his teeth, but he still made no move. He had control, if he hadn’t she would’ve been dead a long time ago. Back before she had proven her worth and was only a spoiled little rich girl.

“Or maybe it’s just that you can’t control yourself around me.” The hand that had risen to her mouth dropped to his thigh. Her fingers slithered along the inside of said thigh, but stopped just short of reaching their ultimate goal. “I may not be able to smell like you do, but there are other ways to see if you’re aroused.” She nipped at his chin, letting her fingers finally brush against his semi-erection. She was about to pull away when one of his hands stopped her.

“Finish what you started, woman.”

She didn’t know whether to be pissed or happy. On one hand, he was being an asshole about it; on the other hand, he was letting her touch him. He hadn’t let her have any sort of control since that first night. She looked up at him, his face serious but challenging. Her fingers wrapped around his cloth covered length, and his hand finally replaced itself back on the floor.

“This is what you wanted, right? The dominate role,” his voice was smooth as silk, although for a second she thought she heard a slight purr to it.

“Don’t tell me you’re just going to give me the lead.” Her fingers squeezed tightly around him, hoping to get a reaction.

“I like it rough, just like you.” This time his voice did a hold a purr to it, as he pressed his hips up. “So don’t be gentle.” He leaned in so he could nibble at her ear. “As I’ve already told you, I’m not like that weakling of an ex-boyfriend you had.” He pulled back, his face still set in the serious mask. “Aside from that, you’re pressing your luck and taking too damn long.” His hand reached over to tug at her shorts. “You said your mother sent you out here, right?”

Bulma gasped. He was right, and here she was playing around and taking all the time in the world. She sat up and away from him, her hands going up her own shirt.

“Don’t worry about that. Just take off your bottoms,” he told her. She gave him a suspicious look. “You better hurry or you will be losing all your clothes.”

She glared at him, but shimmed out of her shorts and panties. ‘If it weren’t for mother!’ she cursed to herself. She was getting ready to take her shoes off when she was pushed back on the tiling. Her legs were lifted into the air and thrown over his shoulder. “Hey!” she shouted, finally getting a look at him. There was a devious smirk planted on his lips, and his eyes held an intensity that she didn’t like.

Fingers danced across her left hip, under her thigh and dipping only slightly to tickle her bottom, before getting back on course to tease her folds.

“Vegeta,” she gasped. She couldn’t hold back the small twitch and thrust of her hips at his feather light touch. “I thought we agreed there wasn’t enough time….” Her sentence cut off as a single digit entered her, followed by a second. She couldn’t help but close her eyes at the sensation.

Vegeta only continued to smirk as the woman writhed on the floor. Her hips now pushing up as his fingers descended into her warmth. He would give her what she wanted now, but he was expecting to take what he would need later.

Her hips followed the rhythm of his fingers, starting out at a slow pace and gradually picking up. As the pace increased, so did her moans and incoherent pleas. She didn’t even notice when he began maneuvering her around.

His ego now boosted, he used his free hand to throw her shoes and shorts off her legs. He took her left leg, swinging it to it’s respective side before setting it down on the floor. Then doing the same to the right.

Her hips shot off the floor at the cool sensation of his tongue now joining his fingers. Her hands--which had been grasping and clawing at the useless tile--quickly found his flame swept hair and combed through it before lightly pulling at the ends. She could feel her eyes rolling back into her head as her orgasm came closer and closer to the surface with each lap of his tongue.

“VEGETA!” His name reverberated around the walls of the GR/Spaceship. His ego satisfied for the moment. “Please stop,” her voice a panting gasp as she pulled at his hair, trying to make him stop his torture.

He sat up, wiping his mouth with the back of his arm. The smirk had never seemed to wane from his face, along with the intensity of eyes.

Her legs pressed together and stretched out along the floor. Her right arm threw itself over her sweaty forehead. She had never pictured Vegeta as the type of man to go down on a woman, so what his game? She figured that he would at least want the favor returned. She sat up slowly, her right arm sliding back down to give support along with her left.

Vegeta was already standing, and gathering the clothing he had thrown from her legs. He tossed the articles back at her before turning his back to her and heading toward the console.

Bulma pinched her lips together as she stood and silently put her clothing back on. She looked towards his back before going to put her shoes on. Surely he wasn’t done, was he?

“What?” he growled.

She finished putting her shoes on and walked over to him. Her arms wrapping around his waist. Her fingertips skimming the top of his shorts.

“Leave, woman.” His hands grabbed her wandering fingers and pushed her arms away.

She huffed, stepping back from him as he finally turned to face her. His arms were crossed, but he still had that damn smirk on his lips. “But you didn’t get….”

“Do I need to remind you again?”

She gave him a confused look. He walked away from the console, going back toward where they had just been. Then she saw the tray still sitting on the floor. ‘Shit!’ How did she always seem to lose her mind around Vegeta?!

Vegeta picked up the tray and tossed it at her feet. “Your mother. Do you remember now, idiot?” he told her as he walked back.

She picked up the tray, tucking it under her arm. “Sorry I worried about your needs!” she argued, feeling just a little bit guilty.

“I am a master of control,” he threw her words back in her face.

She grit her teeth and stomped a foot on the ground. “You’re an asshole! A fucking cocky bastard!” she spit.

His smirk only widened. “That you enjoy fucking.” Oh, he could play this game all day if she wanted to, but he had training to do.

Her teeth ground together. She needed to get back inside before her mother would get any funny, but accurate, thoughts. “I hope you enjoyed your lunch, Prince Asshole.” She turned to leave before she continued to rant even more.

“I did, conniving bitch,” he called to her back.

She didn’t even turn around, just held up a hand with her middle finger in the air.

He let that one go. If he didn’t he knew she would never leave, or he wouldn’t have let her leave. He was definitely going to need a cold shower before continuing his day of training.

She was pissed! No, she was beyond pissed! That cocky little bastard had gotten the best of her. She had been on the receiving end of the pleasure while he got none, yet she was the one that felt terrible about it! What a fucking asshole!

She took a deep breath. ‘Calm down. It’s probably some sick Saiyan thing he gets off on.’ She smirked, maybe she could tease him about that next time she saw him. She was sure to get a rise out of him that way, right?

She continued working on her latest blueprint, content to work out all the stress no matter how long it took. She had skipped dinner because she had been so mad. That and she didn’t want her mother asking her anymore questions. She had already gotten enough when she’d returned to the kitchen after her episode with Vegeta.

Her mother had been there cooking. What was new? Of course her mother, being her mother, asked if Vegeta enjoyed the meal? To which Bulma had replied he had enjoyed his lunch, very much--without blushing. Which she had given herself a mental pat on the back for that. Then her mother started asking how her and Vegeta were getting along and if they were dating yet, since she hadn’t seen Yamcha around lately.

‘Ugh, mother really has a knack for hitting the nail on the head when it comes to relationships or lack thereof.’ Of course, her mother had been deeming Vegeta more worthy of her daughter’s time than Yamcha had been. Perhaps that was one of the many reasons why she and Yamcha had broken up. She knew Yamcha seemed to have an inferiority complex when it came to Vegeta, and her mother constantly blabbing about how “handsome” the Saiyan was probably hadn’t helped.

Then coupled with how she, herself, had reacted when Vegeta about killed himself when he blew up the GR. She blew out a puff of air. Her relationship with Yamcha had been going downhill long before Vegeta had shown up, though. Apparently her showing any kind of interest in saving the man that had a hand in killing her then-boyfriend was the breaker.

He hadn’t gotten mad at her, though, he had just voiced his concerns. Along with finally telling her that he was going to train out in the desert, as he had so many times in the past. It was like a ritual to him before a big tournament, and she knew this day would be coming at some point during the long three years. He had proceeded to tell her that he didn’t trust Vegeta around her. That if she asked him to stay, he would. If only to protect her from the “evil Saiyan“.

Unfortunately, she had been the one to blow up. Going on her usual rant of him always leaving her when she needed him most. Then contradicting herself and saying that she didn’t need him to help fend off Vegeta. That sure her and Vegeta may have fought like cats and dogs, but he had never laid a hand on her or given any cause for alarm. Hell, the alien man had been staying as far away from her as he could get.

She pounded a fist down on her desk, the pen falling from her grasp. Thinking back on the argument, it was pretty childish of her to say the things she had said. Yet at the time it seemed so important to get it all out. She shook her head, standing from her chair in a fit of her conflicting emotions.

Her eyes went wide as she heard her chair being pushed aside, and the wind got knocked out of her as a pair of strong muscled arms wrapped around her midsection and pulled her back into an even stronger and more muscled chest. Her heart stopped for a few beats. How long had he been standing there? Probably waiting for this exact moment to attack, too.

“What?” she now growled at him. She knew why he was here. What other purpose had he had? Aside from medical treatment, which he most likely didn’t need, since she was pressed against him and his hand was already moving toward a breast.

“I came to collect my payment,” his hot breath caressed her ear. His hand reaching her breast, squeezing it before letting a single finger press roughly against her nipple and stroke it through the layers of clothing.

As her body finally relaxed, and she pushed her bottom against him, she could feel his hardness pressing just above the crack of her ass. The feel of his already hardened length, kicking her own arousal into gear despite her slight anger.

“I gave you what you needed earlier. So it’s only fair that I get to take what I want now.”

“I never asked for that!” she protested, as he nudged her forward with his hips.

He bit down on her ear causing her to yelp. “Because you never got a chance to ask.”

She knew he was wearing that infuriating smirk as his lips now brushed lightly against her neck then back up to her ear. “You’re just so full of yourself, aren’t you?”

He bit a little more harshly on her earlobe; her hips involuntarily pressing against him. “I didn’t hear a ‘no’ or ‘stop’ passing your lips.” He took a step back from her, his hands running under the shoulders of her long white lab coat. He pushed the material from her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground between them. His hands then slid along her arms, catching her before she had an opportunity to face him.

She was about to protest again, but the words died in her lungs when she felt the odd sensation of cool silk brushing against her bare calves. She tried to crane her neck, but his mouth was pressing firmly against ear again. His hands had traveled down her arms and were now grabbing and lifting her hands to rest them on her desktop.

“You weren’t waiting for me like a good girl,” he rasped against her neck, nipping a bit at the soft flesh.

Her eyebrows raised then narrowed at his words. ‘A good girl?!’ She was suddenly glad that he couldn’t see her face. She may have been a sitting duck in the GR, but not tonight. Not in her lab. Not after she’d already had her release and he hadn’t!

Since her hands were trapped under his, she used her leg. Moving the appendage back to run slightly up his leg to feel the silk covering his skin. She was going to take a very big guess now and say that he was wearing something other than his training shorts. She vaguely wondered if he was actually wearing underwear or if he was still going commando underneath his choice of clothing. Did it really matter in the end? She smirked.

Feeling her leg run up the side of his, he smirked. “I showered and found these pants among my belongings. I have to admit, they are quite comfortable.”

Bulma’s smirk grew wider. “Silk is a very fine, teasing fabric.” She pushed her butt back against him again, grinding lightly. “I’m not surprised you like it,” she said playfully as she continued to rub against him, rotating her hips just enough to tease him.

His teeth scrapped along his bottom lip as she let the soft silk ghost across his erection before pressing a little more aggressively against the fabric so that it was now caressing him. Damn, perhaps avoiding his release earlier and deciding to wear Earth clothing were not the brightest ideas he’d had recently.

“How’s that control of yours holding up?” she teased as his hands loosened their hold on hers.

“You’re about to find out, woman,” he growled in her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. His left hand moved from hers and easily maneuvered under her thin T-shirt. His right hand not too far behind as he reached her bra and pushed it up over her breasts. His hips moving forward to grind a little harder against her ass.

She gasped at the roughness of his actions, but it only seemed to fuel her own cruelty towards him. She guided her lower body away from his, but a hand left her breast to smooth down her stomach and press her back.

“It wouldn’t be in your best interest to be a cock tease,” he warned. He could normally tolerate her teasing, but not tonight. He had been waiting for this moment since she left the GR this afternoon.

“I wasn’t,” she snipped. “I was actually thinking of returning the favor you gave me earlier.”

His eyebrows raised in slight suspicion. “And why would you want to do that?” he asked curiously.

“It’s called being nice. Here on Earth we do things for others that have helped us out earlier.”

“Tch. I’ve seen how you Earthlings act towards each other.” He was about to continue, until he felt fingers brush across the bare skin of his hip bone.

“Will you let me taste you?” She wished he would let her turn around. Her words would probably be more effective if she could give him a seductive look to go along with them. His fingers, though, only dug into the soft flesh of her stomach, keeping her attempt to break free to only a thought.

“No,” his answer coming out in a puff of breath against her shoulder. He didn’t have much restraint left, and he wasn’t about to give her the upper hand over him. It was bad enough as it was, as he continued to press her luscious ass against his throbbing length. Her slender fingers were feather light against his skin, only fueling his need.

‘Geez, wasn’t it every guys fantasy to have the girl request to go down on him? But here was Vegeta, turning down said request!’ So she redoubled her efforts to her fingers, giving him the barest of touches just underneath the band of his pants. “You’re sure? I may not offer again.” She knew if she didn’t get to him soon, all would be lost. His hormones were meshing with hers, and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could continue to play this teasing game before she would cave into the numbing pleasure they both knew was coming.

He grunted. His hand that had been holding her stomach moved to grab her wondering fingers. “If I wanted something from you, why would I wait for an offer?” He guided the hand to her shorts. “Take them off.” He could feel her body tense against his. Her skin heating and flushing with slight anger. “You owe me.”

His words stopped her own mouth from forming the verbal lashing she was about to give him. Instead she only asked, “For what? For earlier? I already told you….”

“No,” his voice rough and commanding in her ear. “For that shit you pulled last week.” When she didn’t respond or seem to know what he was talking about he continued. “With my tail spot. Playing around with it like it was a fucking toy. You’re lucky I didn’t throw you down on your knees right then.”

She gulped. His words igniting two very different flames inside her, yet both meeting directly in the center of her body. His hand, which was still holding hers, guided it lower against her shorts. “Maybe I would’ve liked that,” she answered, her mind determined not to let him win this round. Her fingers took the initiative to dip between her thighs as she leaned back against him.

His eyes watched as her hand left his of it’s own accord. He pressed against her as she leaned back against chest. His hands moved to rest on her hips, before pushing her shirt up over breasts and reclaiming their spot on the plump orbs. He rested his chin atop her shoulder, as his eyes fixed upon her self-pleasuring fingers. “Why am I not surprised by such a vulgar answer from you,” he rasped as his fingers started petting and rolling her already hardened nipples.

She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, slowing the actions of her fingers as she felt a rush of heat down her spine and a tightening in her stomach. She was losing! She had to think…..think! The slight roughness of the pads of his fingers grazed across her sensitive flesh. ‘THINK!’ His hot breath making her neck warm and damp. ‘Damn it, Bulma! You’re a real idiot sometimes!’ she yelled at herself as she felt a hand slip from her breast.

“I didn’t tell you to stop.” His right hand slid from her breast to cup her left hand, adding pressuring to the fingers and making them stroke against the material that covered her once again.

The words hit her flesh, bouncing off the sweaty skin, and back to ear. Unfortunately the words had taken too long to reach her dizzying her brain. She gasped at the newly added pressure to her center, making her hips snap back against him. She heard and felt the low groan that crawled up his throat and passed through barely parted lips. The small slip made her brain come back into focus. She gave him a low moan as her free hand slipped to her shorts, undoing them quickly, before lifting their hands away so the shorts could fall freely to the ground.

Vegeta smirked as he caught site of the powder blue cotton panties. Those hadn’t been the pair she was wearing earlier when she was in the GR with him. He was about to make a teasing remark, but her hand--along with his--dove back between her thighs.

She thrust her hips away from his, their fingers tormenting her fragile mind and overly sensitive skin, but all she had to do was not lose! At this point the only option was to hope for a stalemate. As long as she could keep her mind occupied with her task instead of what she was feeling coursing through her stomach and up her spine. Her right hand moved backward, skipping the teasing touches her left hand had been giving him mere moments ago. She went straight for her prize, her digits easily passing the hem of silk to grasp warm, hard, velvety flesh.

He growled. He had been so intent on torturing her and so sure that her mind was a puddle of pleasure, that he hadn’t thought about the strength of her determination. “Sneaky little bitch,” he rasped the insult half-heartedly. His hold on her hand lessening as she lightly stroked him.

With his attentions distracted, she easily turned around to face him. A smirk was set upon her features. “Thanks for the compliment.” Her now freed left hand swept up to push his pants down, baring his naked flesh to her eyes. “Now are you gonna fuck me or do you have another countermove?” She wasn’t expecting his response, and he was so quick that she didn’t have time to get mad.

A smirk of his own crossed his lips as he reached behind her, his arm and hand sweeping all the contents of her desk to the floor. His hand then swept back to latch onto her panties, tearing the fabric off her. Then he proceeded to back her onto her desk, having her in the same position from earlier--legs thrown over his shoulder with shoes and shorts still attached. He saw the flash of anger pass over her face before he easily pushed into her, tearing a moan from her throat instead of an angry retort.

He gave her no time to gather her thoughts and mind back into order, as he set a fast and rough pace. His lower body grinding and lightly rotating against hers, easily hitting all her hot spots, and sending her into the mind-numbing pleasure she’d been waiting for. Her hands gripped the edge of the desk, feeling the sharp edges dig into her flesh. Her mouth opened and her back arched slightly to push her hips closer to his--if that was even possible at this point.

Vegeta gripped her hips, holding her against him as his own release hit. It hit him harder than expected, and he couldn’t help the growl that escaped from his throat.

Bulma’s mind slowly came back to reality. Feeling the pressure of the desk’s edge digging into her fingers; she released her hold and curled the digits to relieve some of the stiffness from them. She tried to move her legs, but she looked over to see that they were hooked awkwardly over Vegeta’s upper arm. Shorts still covering her lower legs, so she couldn’t separate the sweaty appendages. She looked up to meet dark eyes and not sure if she should say something or not. So, she just stared up at him and gave him a satisfied smile.

He pulled out of, glad she was keeping her mouth shut. Letting her legs fall from their place on his arm to the ground, he quickly pulled up his pants and grabbed her. She let out a strangled cry as he threw her over his shoulder.

“What the hell, Vegeta,” she tried to yell, but her lungs were still winded from their previous activity and being slung over his shoulder.

He nipped at her hip. “I’m not done with you, and I’m sure you’d prefer to be somewhere more comfortable,” he stated as he moved towards the stairs.

“I can walk,” she complained, squirming just a little. Her eyes were stuck watching the muscles of his backside rolling under his skin as he walked.

He opened the door of the lab and zipped through the house at super speed. Entering her room, he easily tossed her onto the bed before discarding his pants.

Bulma rested a hand against forehead and tried to get her eyes to focus. “Alright, so you didn’t walk,” she said quietly as she finally looked over to him. He was already climbing onto the bed with a devilish smirk. ‘No rest for the wicked,’ she thought before being attacked again.