Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Love, Trust, and an Alien ❯ Revitalization and Desire ( Chapter 5 )

Disclaimer: I hold no rights of owning DBZ/DBGT what so ever, so don't sue me!

 

This is gonna have some suggestive situations, so if you no likely or you'll get in trouble for reading then don't read.

 

-sigh- I wrote a lemon…

 

Author's Note: I started to write this the night I posted chapter four I just couldn't push myself to finish the chapter because of the lemon! I had my friend read this chapter and we both fixed it and liked it so I hope you all enjoy.

 

“Talking”

`Thoughts'

(my meaningless comments)

~{{ Vegeta's Dream }}~

words of importance

words that are emphasized

 

Because Vegeta's Dream has… more interest to some people I have it in a different color but it will still have the openings and closings like the one in last chapter.

 

<(“<) Revitalization and Desire (>”)>

 

It had been three days since the accident and Bulma was by Vegeta's side like a cat to a ball of yarn. She sat by a table with many sheets of paper to design on the new and improved gravity machine. Vegeta was heavily drugged and had been slipping in and out of reality.

 

Through the process of the three days, Vegeta healed a bit faster then normal but there was a lot of internal damage that was taking its time. When he did wake he complained a little about how he should be training and not wasting away in the hospital room and that forced Bulma to drug him more. `I'm glad his body is working on fixing him and not fighting the drugs that's keeping him asleep.' She sighed some and leant her head on a pillow a nurse had given her. She looked up at the machine that was analyzing his heartbeat, blood pressure (etc), and sighed, closing her eyes a little. `Perhaps a little nap won't hurt…' she yawned and was out like a light.

 

~{{ Vegeta awoke within the hospital bed and groaned. His bandages were gone and he felt completely fine. He noticed the machine next to him was beeping at a steady pace, which he observed to be his heart rate, and he was about to rip it off when a voice stopped him from the doorway. He turned and looked over with his mouth wide open and almost literally drooling.

 

“Now, now, Vegeta, you still have a one more check up before I'll let you be released.” Bulma stood in the doorway wearing a white nurses outfit, only much more revealing. The skirt was hugging her upper thighs with slits on the side so she could move and the red cross across her chest was partially unnoticed due to the fact that her plump, perky breasts were held out with a teasing nature and that the buttons that were undone and going down to her belly button to reveal her lacey black bra. She walked over in her high heels and looked him over a bit.

 

“How are you feeling?” She inquired with an evil smirk.

 

“Hard- erm, I'm feeling better, now will you let me out?” He growled, his apparent erection threatening to poke out from under the sheets.

 

“I still have to do a full body check before I can let you go.” The machine taking his heartbeat quickened its pace. “Your heart seems to be doing just fine.” She grazed her hand against his chest. “Now are you sure nothing feels out of the ordinary?” She sat next to where he laid, her hand gently placed on his stomach.

 

`Choices, choices, what to do.' He growled lowly at himself but was caught in the moment of her touch as it began to wonder lower, very slowly.

 

She pulled down the covers to reveal some black boxers and his growing hard-on. “That looks painful. I know just how to cure that.” And before he could say a word she stood up and walked in front of his bed. She then crawled onto the bed towards him, brushing herself against his entire body as she went. Once she reached his face she pushed herself up to sit on his erection and started moving slowly as if she were on a horse.

 

He growled with pleasure and reached up her thighs, pulling the dress with it, to her hips and helped her rock on his giant growth. After a few moments of pleasure and a moan from her he continued to lift the dress up her body, letting his hands caress her skin until it was entire off her and in a pile on the floor. She smirked, having her lacey thong and bra the only thing that kept his view from what it wanted. “I don't think that's helping.” He leant up and whispered into her ear. “It's getting bigger.” To prove his point he grabbed her hips again and thrust himself at her and she whimpered in need.

 

But she quickly caught her composure and pushed him back against the bed once more. He watched her as she unhooked her bra and threw it with her dress. He reached his hands up and grabbed her breasts, pushing roughing against her nipples with his thumb. She let out louder moans of pleasure and started to rock on him again. That was when he almost lost it.

 

In a quick flash they had switched positions, she was underneath him and he was on top, holding her arms above her head and gently nipping at her neck. He ventured lower till he reached her hard nipple and began to suck one and played with the other in his hand. He released his hold on her arms shifted his hand to her panties. They were nice and wet for him, her arousal called to him to take her. He ripped them off, much to her protest and pulled his lips up to hers and claimed them. One hand reached around her butt and pulled her against his erection. She started the whimper at the need for the cloth that separated them to disappear. But he gently moved his hand, lifting his body off her a little, to her warm, desiring core. She moaned through is lips and he broke their contact as he toyed with her, brushing against her entrance.

 

She called out his name in a whisper, begging him for her pleasure. He then thrusted three fingers into her without a warning. She let a loud moan escape her lips as he continued over and over again, until she screamed his name at her release. Once she returned from heaven she looked up at him while he was licking her fingers. He gently tugged off his boxers, ripping them but he did not care. All he cared about at the moment was sheathing himself in this woman's arms.

 

He gently placed his enormous member at her opening and moved it around her outside to tease her but also coat himself. She whimpered again in her need but then grinned as he sat up and pulled her with him. He held her right above his member, resting on the tip and she tried and struggled to push herself onto him. After a few more moments of her agony and worthless tries he pushed her on in with full force. She screamed his name out. “Vegeta!”

 

She rode him like a spring, whenever she touched the bottom she would shoot back up and down against. She let out moans of pleasure and yelled more. “Faster, harder, yes, yes…” Her second release came that night and it wasn't going to be her last. She was pulled from heaven again only to be brought back over and over again.

 

Vegeta soon felt her next release coming, and he was close to his, but he slowed down to a turtle pace. She whined and begged him to continue and until he could hold it no longer he quickened their speed up until she let her juices flow against him, squeezing her muscles around his member as he let his seed flow into her womb. They slumped back and relaxed.

 

“Now I think you fixed it.” He smirked and looked down to her. She giggled some and wrapped her arms around him. Some hair fell into her face and he brushed the hair out of her eyes, and whispered softly. “I love you Bulma…”}}~

 

“Vegeta, Vegeta, what did you say?” She woke up to his mumblings and lent closer but could barely hear him. Now she was glaring right in front of his face. “Wake up, Goku should be here soon. Come on, wake up. The medication should be wearing off now.”

 

The image of his wonderful dream brought him back to reality by two piercing eyes glaring right at him. “Gah Woman! You could wake the dead.”

 

“Lets be glad your not that way, huh?” She sat back in her chair and started to doodle on her papers again.

 

Vegeta felt a lot better and figured it would be a day or so more of this torture. Most of his cuts had healed, as did the major internal bleeding. He only had the minor injuries, his arm still broken, and bunches of bruises to deal with. He then noticed his big problem, his little friend poking up and the wetness he felt along with it.

 

“Heya guys!” Goku entered through the door with a smile. He spotted Vegeta and threw him the senzu bean and he caught it in the mouth. “It looks like your feeling better Vegeta.” Goku teased a little, noticing Vegeta's “predicament”. Vegeta chewed and swallowed and got up, growling what could have been a thank you (no one really knows) and headed off into the shower to take care of it.

 

“What was that all about Goku?” She looked to Vegeta and then back to Goku puzzled.

 

“Oh nothing, a guy thing.” Bulma just blinked some more and got up.

 

“Whatever thanks a bunch for coming. The only bad thing is now I have to get the new machine built.” She sighed some and gave him a hug, sitting down at the table and starting to work again.

 

“Bye Bulma!” Goku smiled and cheerfully waved.

 

“Bye Goku, tell Chichi thanks!” she waved and went back to her doodles.

 

“Yep!” And he left her there with that sound of a cold shower.

 

<(“<) Fin (>”)>

 

Author's Note: First lemon, please be nice and tell me if you liked it or not. And it's certainly not the last one!

 

Anyway, Vegeta has the hotts and is out of a gravity machine. Could there be chemistry?!?!

 

Nah, that's too predictable.

 

Teaser: bank account + id + shopping + a very annoyed saiyan = Chapter Six

 

Until next time!

 

~The mistress