Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lost and Found II: Lavender Blues ❯ Lemonade over the Garden ( Chapter 9 )
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By: StarbearerTM 
VB Lemon
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Romance / Hentai / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.02.2006 | Updated On: 06.24.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 363 | Status: Completed
VB Lemon
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Romance / Hentai / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.02.2006 | Updated On: 06.24.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 363 | Status: Completed
Like a Father To A Son
Lemonade In the Garden
Disclaimer: DBZ belongs to Toriyama and Toei, and is distributed by Funimation. I only own Tomakt, Merlot, and other fan characters such as Bliss and Bernie Simms. I make no money off this, so don't sue me! My thanks to Heiress and Bulma for their continued support. And because you requested it, I'm going to try and give Trunks a girlfriend here.
White boots left the ground far behind after Vegeta took off from Capsule's gardens. He circled the large yellow dome a few times before turning his gaze to the couple strolling along the employee-walking course. With a grunt he nodded at the way in which Future Trunks chatted so easily with the female Bliss Simms. Somehow he sensed he was the last person Trunks would turn to with female questions.
"Humans make far too much of this courtship," he grumbled.
Nearby he saw his woman crossing the distance between the GR and Capsule's back door. Mischievously Vegeta smirked as he swooped down with one arm extended. Bulma yelped indignantly when she was snatched off the lawn with a white-gloved hand. Carefully he held her around the hips so he wouldn't injure their unborn child.
"Vegeta what the HELL are you up to? You scared the living daylights out of me!" Bulma shouted in his ear.
"You should leave the repairs to Merlot and his new assistant Bernie Simms," Vegeta scolded her. "A Royal Consort shouldn't soil her hands with meager manual work."
"Boy are you changing your tune! A year ago you were yelling at me to get my ass in there to fix the chamber when you broke it. What put me up the totem pole huh?"
"You may still act like a low class baka woman, but you are my mate. And you are the future CEO of this company. I cannot have my mate continuing to make an ass of herself before this world's populace," Vegeta harrumphed.
"Excuse me, but I'm not the one with the hair trigger temper! I don't threaten to blow up the mall when I don't get waited on for my frozen yogurt!" Bulma retorted, whacking Vegeta on the back of his head.
"That's because your ki is too puny to even consider such a ridiculous thing," Vegeta taunted, lips curling into that devilish grin she wanted to either slap off his face or kiss.
"Royal Consort? What's up with that, huh, Geta-chan? Am I not good enough to be your Princess, hmm? Raditz and his mate call me that. So what's the deal?" Bulma demanded, yelping as Vegeta let go and swung her body so he held her love cradle style. Her arm tightened around his neck while her white fingers gripped the strap of his new armor.
Still holding her, he landed on the balcony before their shared quarters. He carried her through the double doors past the grill. A mischievous grin still crossed his face in answer to her question. Frustrated, Bulma whacked his back. "Hey, I'm talking to you, your royal Nastiness! Don't I get a straight answer?"
"None of your affair, Bulma. You shouldn't trouble your limited human perceptions with such matters that are beyond your comprehension," Vegeta finally snickered.
"I hate you sometimes," she complained. Although she glared at him, her body tingled with desire when she realized Vegeta carried her towards the large king sized bed in the rear of her suit.
"Sometimes? I suppose I must be losing my touch," Vegeta answered mildly. He playfully tossed her onto the bed so she landed in the exact center.
"HEY! You should be careful with me! I deserve to be handled with care!" she insisted.
"You're not as delicate as you think, idiot," Vegeta laughed. He crawled onto the end of the bed, still fully dressed in his armor and gloves. On all fours he advanced licking his white teeth hungrily. Bulma froze transfixed by his predatorily gaze. Like a cobra's prey she could not move a muscle in that black hypnotic stare.
"Beat damn it," she scolded her skipping heart. With his eyes alone Vegeta pinned her captive. Daring her to move away from his relentless advance. Before she knew it his solid muscular thighs clad in blue AE bracketed her trembling hungry hips.
Two hands sheathed in white gloves braced his torso just inches above her heaving chest. Lightly her breasts brushed against his hard white armor. Just short of her lips his face descended. Bulma fixed his eyes with her stare, remaining as still as possible. Instead she licked her own lips with slow strokes that caused Vegeta to salivate.
"Tease," he growled, baring his fangs to close on a fold of skin where he had made his mark before. Bulma groaned, arching her neck to give him access to the scar. Seconds later his lips and tongue lapped up the blood dribbling from the opened mark.
"Oho, that feels so sinful," Bulma murmured, raising her fingers to tunnel through his hair. Vegeta lifted his face lapping her blood from his lips like a satisfied cat having finished a saucer of milk. She reached up to pull his face down for a kiss; surprised he let her take control suddenly.
Beneath his body she was pressed. At the contact of her curved belly he stopped with hands holding her off so he wouldn't crush her. Surrounding her knee with his, he flipped her over so they were laying side by side, chests facing. Around his neck she worked her arms, sighing at his muscular arms snaring her so their fronts were tightly pressed together without his crushing weight from above. He groaned at the sensation of her tongue raking over his fangs, then her teeth nibbling at his tongue. Lightly his blood seeped from inside his mouth to travel to her kiss. Although it was a predominantly human and Idsarjin custom, Vegeta enjoyed the pressure of her mouth massaging over his. In between his thighs she slid hers, rubbing her pulsing need over a hard muscle with a groan.
"Dogs do that. My female does not," Vegeta scolded, pulling out of the kiss. He grabbed her skirt and pulled it up. She gasped as he tore away the pantyhose. At the downward stroke his gloved fingers tickled her bare flesh of her soft inner thigh. Already her questing fingers rubbed at his obvious erection through his blue AE suit.
"Got you right where I want you, your Whyness," Bulma said in a teasing singsong chant that made him roll his eyes.
"Shut up," he mumbled, leaning forwards to kiss her protest away. Bulma whimpered at the movement of something soft and furry unwinding from around his waist to tease at the junction of her legs. That tail he had kept tightly to himself was starting to wend its way under her skirt while they lay in a close merging of mouths and flesh with only hard armor and cloth between them.
"Ohhh," she groaned, gasping as the tail worked its way through the waistband of her underwear, slowly pulling them down. "Showoff!"
"Hmm, I don't hear you complaining very loud at my peculiar talents," he bragged.
"Take off the armor I can't stand not being able to touch you," she grumbled, reaching around to fumble at the clasps.
"No. That's the whole idea," Vegeta laughed wickedly, rolling over onto his back. His hands grabbed her hips to keep her there, while his tail darted up to rub and tickle her to the place he was.
"Two can play dirty," she hissed, rocking over his erection with motions of her hips.
"Just for THAT, you'll have to deal with my problem first, Bulma," Vegeta growled, pushing her back so she straddled his knees. Bulma protested at his tail snaring her in place while he grabbed both her hands in one gloved hand. Lifting his hips he tugged his pants down just enough to free himself.
"Hey, what about foreplay?" she groaned.
"All's fair in mating and war. You just crossed the line, and you're going to get what's due you, Bulma," Vegeta cackled in that deep laugh that was sinfully wicked and arousing simultaneously.
"Now wait a minute, HEY!" she yelped as Vegeta's tail dragged her by her hips, raising her up. His hands snared hers, twining his gloved fingers with hers to hold her hands away. To her amazement his furry tail supported her body weight, maneuvering her to hover over his desire.
"You shouldn't have crossed the line," he taunted, pulling her quickly down. Already she was moist enough to take him, and accustomed to his dimensions from their numerous previous encounters. Still Bulma let out a scream at the intrusion.
"You are such an ASS!" she groaned, feeling the straining inside as he thrust up hard. Vegeta smirked, glancing up as he shifted his hips in slow circular motions.
"So, what else is new?" Vegeta answered, before trailing off into a series of satisfied groans.
"Not FAIR!" she pouted. However her frustration soon melted away with the motions of his thrusts up into her. His tail shifted, lightly rubbing against the spot that gave added stimulation. For her it was icing on the cake, bringing her rapidly to the place she desperately wanted to be. He released her hands, letting her desperately claw at his armor with her manicured nails.
"You can't scratch me with those claws now," he stuck his tongue out at her.
"Cheater!" she grunted, then shuddered as her first orgasm took her.
"This is how a Saiyan warrior defines quick release," he laughed. "After a battle it is customary for a victory fuck with one's mate."
"And when were you fighting today, mister?" she gasped, collapsing on his armored chest. Vegeta let her cling to him, riding out her orgasm that claimed her entire body.
"Numerous battles you need not concern yourself with. It's none of your damn business anyhow. Right now your task is pleasing me," he laughed.
"Oho if you weren't where you were I'd," she gasped before he thrust upwards two more times.
"You'd WHAT?" he taunted. Bulma tried to form coherent words but soon lost her breath when she found herself levitating above the bed and completely at Vegeta's mercy. Only his tail wrapped around her hips held her in place. Hands flailed while she screamed and clutched tightly to him for dear life.
"I HATE it when you do that," she whimpered, clinging to him tightly.
"Do you?" he laughed, grasping her buttocks and shifting her playfully on his body.
"How can you fly and do this at the same time, huh?"
"Superior control over my body, how else?" Vegeta laughed.
"Showoff," Bulma grumbled, before leaning forwards to kiss him again.
"Mmmn," he answered, continuing to make love to her while suspended in his ki alone.
"My prince of all assholes," she laughed affectionately, allowing him to take her to that place where ecstacy reigned supreme. A realm where he was the master and absolute dictator of her hopes and dreams.
Lemonade In the Garden
Disclaimer: DBZ belongs to Toriyama and Toei, and is distributed by Funimation. I only own Tomakt, Merlot, and other fan characters such as Bliss and Bernie Simms. I make no money off this, so don't sue me! My thanks to Heiress and Bulma for their continued support. And because you requested it, I'm going to try and give Trunks a girlfriend here.
White boots left the ground far behind after Vegeta took off from Capsule's gardens. He circled the large yellow dome a few times before turning his gaze to the couple strolling along the employee-walking course. With a grunt he nodded at the way in which Future Trunks chatted so easily with the female Bliss Simms. Somehow he sensed he was the last person Trunks would turn to with female questions.
"Humans make far too much of this courtship," he grumbled.
Nearby he saw his woman crossing the distance between the GR and Capsule's back door. Mischievously Vegeta smirked as he swooped down with one arm extended. Bulma yelped indignantly when she was snatched off the lawn with a white-gloved hand. Carefully he held her around the hips so he wouldn't injure their unborn child.
"Vegeta what the HELL are you up to? You scared the living daylights out of me!" Bulma shouted in his ear.
"You should leave the repairs to Merlot and his new assistant Bernie Simms," Vegeta scolded her. "A Royal Consort shouldn't soil her hands with meager manual work."
"Boy are you changing your tune! A year ago you were yelling at me to get my ass in there to fix the chamber when you broke it. What put me up the totem pole huh?"
"You may still act like a low class baka woman, but you are my mate. And you are the future CEO of this company. I cannot have my mate continuing to make an ass of herself before this world's populace," Vegeta harrumphed.
"Excuse me, but I'm not the one with the hair trigger temper! I don't threaten to blow up the mall when I don't get waited on for my frozen yogurt!" Bulma retorted, whacking Vegeta on the back of his head.
"That's because your ki is too puny to even consider such a ridiculous thing," Vegeta taunted, lips curling into that devilish grin she wanted to either slap off his face or kiss.
"Royal Consort? What's up with that, huh, Geta-chan? Am I not good enough to be your Princess, hmm? Raditz and his mate call me that. So what's the deal?" Bulma demanded, yelping as Vegeta let go and swung her body so he held her love cradle style. Her arm tightened around his neck while her white fingers gripped the strap of his new armor.
Still holding her, he landed on the balcony before their shared quarters. He carried her through the double doors past the grill. A mischievous grin still crossed his face in answer to her question. Frustrated, Bulma whacked his back. "Hey, I'm talking to you, your royal Nastiness! Don't I get a straight answer?"
"None of your affair, Bulma. You shouldn't trouble your limited human perceptions with such matters that are beyond your comprehension," Vegeta finally snickered.
"I hate you sometimes," she complained. Although she glared at him, her body tingled with desire when she realized Vegeta carried her towards the large king sized bed in the rear of her suit.
"Sometimes? I suppose I must be losing my touch," Vegeta answered mildly. He playfully tossed her onto the bed so she landed in the exact center.
"HEY! You should be careful with me! I deserve to be handled with care!" she insisted.
"You're not as delicate as you think, idiot," Vegeta laughed. He crawled onto the end of the bed, still fully dressed in his armor and gloves. On all fours he advanced licking his white teeth hungrily. Bulma froze transfixed by his predatorily gaze. Like a cobra's prey she could not move a muscle in that black hypnotic stare.
"Beat damn it," she scolded her skipping heart. With his eyes alone Vegeta pinned her captive. Daring her to move away from his relentless advance. Before she knew it his solid muscular thighs clad in blue AE bracketed her trembling hungry hips.
Two hands sheathed in white gloves braced his torso just inches above her heaving chest. Lightly her breasts brushed against his hard white armor. Just short of her lips his face descended. Bulma fixed his eyes with her stare, remaining as still as possible. Instead she licked her own lips with slow strokes that caused Vegeta to salivate.
"Tease," he growled, baring his fangs to close on a fold of skin where he had made his mark before. Bulma groaned, arching her neck to give him access to the scar. Seconds later his lips and tongue lapped up the blood dribbling from the opened mark.
"Oho, that feels so sinful," Bulma murmured, raising her fingers to tunnel through his hair. Vegeta lifted his face lapping her blood from his lips like a satisfied cat having finished a saucer of milk. She reached up to pull his face down for a kiss; surprised he let her take control suddenly.
Beneath his body she was pressed. At the contact of her curved belly he stopped with hands holding her off so he wouldn't crush her. Surrounding her knee with his, he flipped her over so they were laying side by side, chests facing. Around his neck she worked her arms, sighing at his muscular arms snaring her so their fronts were tightly pressed together without his crushing weight from above. He groaned at the sensation of her tongue raking over his fangs, then her teeth nibbling at his tongue. Lightly his blood seeped from inside his mouth to travel to her kiss. Although it was a predominantly human and Idsarjin custom, Vegeta enjoyed the pressure of her mouth massaging over his. In between his thighs she slid hers, rubbing her pulsing need over a hard muscle with a groan.
"Dogs do that. My female does not," Vegeta scolded, pulling out of the kiss. He grabbed her skirt and pulled it up. She gasped as he tore away the pantyhose. At the downward stroke his gloved fingers tickled her bare flesh of her soft inner thigh. Already her questing fingers rubbed at his obvious erection through his blue AE suit.
"Got you right where I want you, your Whyness," Bulma said in a teasing singsong chant that made him roll his eyes.
"Shut up," he mumbled, leaning forwards to kiss her protest away. Bulma whimpered at the movement of something soft and furry unwinding from around his waist to tease at the junction of her legs. That tail he had kept tightly to himself was starting to wend its way under her skirt while they lay in a close merging of mouths and flesh with only hard armor and cloth between them.
"Ohhh," she groaned, gasping as the tail worked its way through the waistband of her underwear, slowly pulling them down. "Showoff!"
"Hmm, I don't hear you complaining very loud at my peculiar talents," he bragged.
"Take off the armor I can't stand not being able to touch you," she grumbled, reaching around to fumble at the clasps.
"No. That's the whole idea," Vegeta laughed wickedly, rolling over onto his back. His hands grabbed her hips to keep her there, while his tail darted up to rub and tickle her to the place he was.
"Two can play dirty," she hissed, rocking over his erection with motions of her hips.
"Just for THAT, you'll have to deal with my problem first, Bulma," Vegeta growled, pushing her back so she straddled his knees. Bulma protested at his tail snaring her in place while he grabbed both her hands in one gloved hand. Lifting his hips he tugged his pants down just enough to free himself.
"Hey, what about foreplay?" she groaned.
"All's fair in mating and war. You just crossed the line, and you're going to get what's due you, Bulma," Vegeta cackled in that deep laugh that was sinfully wicked and arousing simultaneously.
"Now wait a minute, HEY!" she yelped as Vegeta's tail dragged her by her hips, raising her up. His hands snared hers, twining his gloved fingers with hers to hold her hands away. To her amazement his furry tail supported her body weight, maneuvering her to hover over his desire.
"You shouldn't have crossed the line," he taunted, pulling her quickly down. Already she was moist enough to take him, and accustomed to his dimensions from their numerous previous encounters. Still Bulma let out a scream at the intrusion.
"You are such an ASS!" she groaned, feeling the straining inside as he thrust up hard. Vegeta smirked, glancing up as he shifted his hips in slow circular motions.
"So, what else is new?" Vegeta answered, before trailing off into a series of satisfied groans.
"Not FAIR!" she pouted. However her frustration soon melted away with the motions of his thrusts up into her. His tail shifted, lightly rubbing against the spot that gave added stimulation. For her it was icing on the cake, bringing her rapidly to the place she desperately wanted to be. He released her hands, letting her desperately claw at his armor with her manicured nails.
"You can't scratch me with those claws now," he stuck his tongue out at her.
"Cheater!" she grunted, then shuddered as her first orgasm took her.
"This is how a Saiyan warrior defines quick release," he laughed. "After a battle it is customary for a victory fuck with one's mate."
"And when were you fighting today, mister?" she gasped, collapsing on his armored chest. Vegeta let her cling to him, riding out her orgasm that claimed her entire body.
"Numerous battles you need not concern yourself with. It's none of your damn business anyhow. Right now your task is pleasing me," he laughed.
"Oho if you weren't where you were I'd," she gasped before he thrust upwards two more times.
"You'd WHAT?" he taunted. Bulma tried to form coherent words but soon lost her breath when she found herself levitating above the bed and completely at Vegeta's mercy. Only his tail wrapped around her hips held her in place. Hands flailed while she screamed and clutched tightly to him for dear life.
"I HATE it when you do that," she whimpered, clinging to him tightly.
"Do you?" he laughed, grasping her buttocks and shifting her playfully on his body.
"How can you fly and do this at the same time, huh?"
"Superior control over my body, how else?" Vegeta laughed.
"Showoff," Bulma grumbled, before leaning forwards to kiss him again.
"Mmmn," he answered, continuing to make love to her while suspended in his ki alone.
"My prince of all assholes," she laughed affectionately, allowing him to take her to that place where ecstacy reigned supreme. A realm where he was the master and absolute dictator of her hopes and dreams.