Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Loveless Fascination ❯ The Act ( Chapter 2 )

Loveless Fascination

Part II: The Act

 

 

This was written because a certain person wanted me to (you know who you are.)

Warnings: Explicit sex including anal intercourse, V/B/Y threesome(s)

Yes, you read right. If the idea freaks you out, then don't read it. Flames will be ignored or ridiculed depending on my mood. ^__^

This is your last chance to click the back button, since this chapter is nothing but dirty sex. Also, there will not be any V/Y in this fic. I don't think even my twisted mind could come up with a realistic situation where that would happen. :p

 

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Vegeta stood outside Bulma's door, hand raised and ready to knock, when a moment of doubt entered his head. What if it was some sort of trick? Was Kakarotto in there waiting to kick his ass for some unknown reason? He felt out with his ki. There were two people in the room: the woman and her boyfriend. He shrugged and brought his fist down on the door twice.

 

“It's open,” a feminine voice answered. He walked in and closed the door behind him.

 

“Glad you decided to join us,” Bulma said as she got up off the bed with a big grin plastered to her face. She walked up to him enthusiastically and reached behind him making sure to brush against his arm. Click. The door was locked.

 

Her eyes met his momentarily, and she felt her pulse quicken. `We're really going to do this,' her mind squealed.

 

Vegeta sensed the change. Her ki, although small, was erratic. Her scent grew stronger. His nostrils flared, wanting nothing more than to throw her on the floor and have his way with her, but he refrained. Although aroused, he certainly didn't want to look desperate in front of them, which was, unfortunately, exactly how he felt right then. Not to mention awkward. How long had it been since he'd taken a woman? He quickly killed the thought.

 

She glanced back at Yamcha who had stood up next to the bed. The three each looked at one another waiting for someone to make the first move. The silence was tangible. She felt the need to say something, anything.

 

“Um,” she stammered. “Should we make any ground rules?” she asked, looking first at Yamcha then back toward her other guest as she moved away from the door and closer to the bed.

 

Vegeta smirked as he followed. “I thought it was already established that I wouldn't try to fuck him or anything,” he commented, nodding toward the other male, as he slowly closed in on his prey.

 

Yamcha stood wide-eyed as he digested that remark. A nervous laugh escaped his lips as he looked to Bulma questioningly. She shrugged and smiled weakly.

 

“Well, yeah. I just wanted to know if there was anything anyone was uncomfortable with. It would be better to find out now than later, right?” She stopped next to Yamcha and turned to Vegeta who appeared to be deep in thought just a few strides away. He shook his head and advanced upon her

 

“What about you?” he questioned, stopping directly in front of her and practically touching her nose with his own. His eyes were bright with mischief. “Is there anything you don't want us to do to you?” His voice was low, and he had a nasty grin on his face. Her breathing hitched.

 

“I… I can't think of anything,” she stuttered. His close proximity and the way he was looking at her made thinking difficult.

 

Yamcha stared, oddly transfixed, as the alien houseguest basically seduced Bulma in front of him. He caught himself wondering what Vegeta would do to her first.

 

“Well, then,” their guest chuckled. “This should prove to be most interesting.” He smiled and locked eyes with Yamcha, before grabbing the hem of Bulma's shirt and pulling it over her head. His gazed roamed appreciatively over her for just a moment. Then his hands were on her, squeezing her breasts, as he leaned into her.

 

She was sandwiched between them. Yamcha was behind her with one hand on her side, running up and down the sensitive skin. He moved her hair aside and kissed her neck, and her eyes reflexively shut. The situation itself already had her so worked up that she wondered how on earth she would last. His mouth moved up to her ear, licking and nipping the shell.

 

“Go on,” Yamcha whispered, his warm breath washing over her. “Touch him.” He trailed kisses down her neck as he leaned into her body, pressing her against the other man.

 

Bulma spanned her hands across Vegeta's shoulders, feeling the muscles ripple as he moved, before sliding down his chest. She worked hastily, needing to feel his skin, as she unbuttoned the horrid badman shirt. She smiled at the thought. Her fingers dove under the material and over his shoulders, taking it with her as she went.

 

As it fell to the floor, Yamcha stepped back to remove his own shirt. His pants were next, and seconds later, he was behind her again, clad only in his Hawaiian print boxer shorts as he kissed her shoulder and pulled her hips back against his.

 

Vegeta kissed her as his hands wound in her hair, crushing her against his lips. It was rough, unlike any kiss she'd ever received. His tongue forcefully thrust into her mouth as his teeth lightly scraped across her lips. He released his grip on her head, allowing his hands to slide down her body, joining Yamcha's hands on her breasts. He pulled away and looked down curiously at the contraption that confined her.

 

“How the hell does this thing come off?” he barked. Bulma bit her lip in an attempt to hold back a giggle. It didn't work. His eyes burned into hers briefly before his hands reached for the offending undergarment.

 

Yamcha unhooked it just before Vegeta could rip the thing. Bulma slowly slid the straps over first one shoulder and then the other, teasing him as she held the cups against her with her hands. The prince's eye twitched as impatience began to grow within him. She winked and tossed it to the floor. Vegeta lightly brushed the palms of his hands over her hardened nipples and watched as her head leaned back against her boyfriend's shoulder and eyes drifted shut.

 

Yamcha kissed her cheek, and she twisted her head to capture his lips with her own, reaching back with one arm to grasp the back of his neck. Vegeta's lips descended down her sternum as his hands continued teasing her breasts.

 

Bulma moaned into the kiss, and Yamcha's eyes opened to see the alien sucking his girlfriend's nipple into his mouth as he lightly pinched the other. `This is what she wants,' he reminded himself. Ignoring the twinge of jealousy, Yamcha unbuttoned her jeans and began pushing them down over her hips, along with her panties. Vegeta backed up and watched as she stepped out of her pants and turned to face her boyfriend.

 

She kissed him fully on the lips, taking a moment to tease him with her tongue. She looked toward the alien prince as she did it and motioned with her finger for him to come to her. She broke away and turned her attention toward Vegeta. Pressing her bare breasts against his chest, she kissed him, sliding her tongue over his lips. His tongue quickly joined hers, probing and tasting in an erotic dance. She slid a hand between them and squeezed the bulge in his pants. She moaned into his mouth when his hands grasped her hips, pulling her against him as he ground into her. She pulled away and smiled as she turned her attention back to her boyfriend.

 

She kissed Yamcha's chest as she ran her nails lightly over his torso. Her lips traveled down his stomach, and her fingers dipped under the elastic edge of his shorts. Vegeta's hands began exploring her once more, brushing over her abdomen with one and squeezing her rump with the other. He was watching what she was about to do. Slim fingers tugged the shorts down, allowing Yamcha's erection to spring out.

 

Grabbing the shaft with one hand, she leaned forward, touching the tip with her tongue. She swirled it over the head before running it down the bottom of his length. Yamcha was watching also, his breathing quickly becoming ragged as she kept up her slow torture.

 

Vegeta slid his hand between her legs and began stroking her folds gently, groaning as he noticed how wet she already was. `I wonder how she tastes.' Back and forth he went, smirking as she tried to push herself down on his hand.

 

Yamcha wound his hands in her hair, having had enough of her teasing, and pumped his hips forward, encasing himself in her mouth. His eyes fluttered shut, and he bit his lower lip as she began sucking, taking him completely into her mouth before sliding out.

 

Vegeta's nostrils flared, and he inhaled sharply at the sight. He ceased his stroking and found her center, shoving a finger in and pulling forward slightly. She moaned around Yamcha's cock. He repeated the process, adding a second finger and watching as she wiggled her hips in an attempt to create more friction. Suddenly, his fingers were gone, and he stood behind her surveying the situation.

 

“This won't do. Get on the bed.”

 

Yamcha's penis slid out of her mouth as she turned to look at Vegeta. A string of saliva still connected them. He bit back a groan.

 

`Why are they just staring?' “You can keep doing that, just get on all fours,” he instructed, unable to keep his eyes from rolling.

 

Bulma smiled and quickly got onto the bed, thrusting her rump in the air to give him a good view. Yamcha kissed her deeply for a moment before getting on his knees in front of her. She began kissing his stomach muscles as she took him in her hand. The sound of a zipper caught her attention, though, and she glanced at Vegeta who was sliding his pants off. She watched intently as his erection jutted out and licked her lips in appreciation. The action did not go unnoticed.

 

Vegeta smirked and stroked himself a couple of times for her benefit before fazing out of her view and reappearing behind her. She almost squealed in anticipation as she unconsciously thrust her hips toward him. She knew he was back there. The bed sank with his weight, but he hadn't touched her yet.

 

`What is he doing?' Bulma chanced a glimpse backward and saw that he was just looking at her, examining her. She blushed, feeling a little self conscious under his scrutiny. His eyes met with hers, and he grinned as he ran two fingers over her folds, causing her to moan. Yamcha took her chin in his hand and turned her back to him. Her tongue licked the head of Yamcha's cock as Vegeta's fingers slid into her. She sucked his entire length into her mouth as the alien's other hand teased her clit.

 

“Suck it,” the desert bandit rasped as his fingers tangled in her hair.

 

She groaned and pressed back against Vegeta just as he removed his hands. Whining in protest, Bulma arched her back even more. He chuckled at her reaction, smacking her ass lightly, before replacing his hands with his mouth. She exhaled loudly as his tongue ran up and down the slit, occasionally plunging in. His lips moved downward, catching the hood and sucking it into his mouth. She squealed and pushed her hips back. Vegeta slid two fingers inside and pumped furiously as his mouth continued its assault on her clit. Without warning, her climax hit her, and she wailed, dropping Yamcha's cock as Vegeta's attack on her senses persisted. Suddenly, he was gone, and his unexpected voice in her ear caused her to jump.

 

“Get on top of him. I've got something for you,” he husked. She shivered, glancing at his erection as she crawled over Yamcha as he lied down. The scarred warrior positioned himself at her entrance and groaned as she slid down onto him. He grabbed her hips and began moving her over him slowly but powerfully.

 

Vegeta was standing next to her, shaft in hand, stroking it as he inched closer to her. Her mouth opened for him, taking him in completely and applying suction as he pulled out. He groaned and shut his eyes when Bulma squeezed his ass as she swallowed him again. He took her head in his hands and pumped himself in her mouth as she continued to ride Yamcha. She moaned onto Vegeta's arousal. The guttural reverberation vibrated through him, causing him to exhale loudly.

 

The erotic display before him captivated Yamcha. He watched her eyes close as her mouth accepted the other man's cock, the way her cheeks sunk in when she sucked and his hands pulled her toward him to meet his thrusts. It was wrong, infuriating, and so incredibly hot. He couldn't tear his eyes away from it.

 

Vegeta pulled her head off of him and grinned haughtily at the look of confusion on her face. He moved behind her, straddling her boyfriend's thighs, as he pressed on her back with his palm. She leaned forward, supporting herself on her hands and knees. Dread and adrenaline flooded Bulma's body. Sure she and Yamcha had done that before, but her boyfriend was a gentle lover. She had a sinking feeling that Vegeta probably was not. Her apprehension became apparent as her body became more rigid.

 

“Uh, uh,” he playfully chastised. “You said there wasn't anything we couldn't do to you. You wouldn't be breaking your own rules, would you?” He stuck two fingers in his mouth, laving them generously with saliva before bringing them down to circle her other entrance.

 

“I…” She didn't know what to say. One finger slid carefully inside, and she flinched.

 

“Don't hurt her.” Yamcha's voice was low and warning as he leaned to the side and locked eyes with alien. Vegeta looked annoyed.

 

“I don't plan on it,” he responded as he pumped the finger in and out a few times before slowly adding the second one. Bulma moaned and pushed herself down on her boyfriend with more force than before as she adjusted to the prince's ministrations.

 

Vegeta removed his fingers and spit in his hand, stroking himself a few times to spread it around. Bulma froze when she felt his hands grasp her hips. Yamcha kissed her and ran his hands softly over her back, pulling her against him and calming her. Vegeta's throbbing erection pressed against her, and he slowly nudged the head inside. He was surprisingly gentle, pushing in a little before pulling back, each time going further until he was fully inside.

 

Yamcha began moving slowly and watched as the wrinkle between her eyebrows began to disappear. Vegeta pulled out almost completely before gradually sliding back in when Yamcha pulled out. The pace was set. They alternated, pistoning within her and feeling each other through her walls.

 

Bulma whimpered. It was like nothing she'd ever experienced. The friction of their bodies was unbelievable as they pushed and pulled, gasped and groaned, and filled her completely. All she could do was sit there and enjoy it as they moved. They increased speed, losing their rhythm, and they both thrust at the same time.

 

“Goddamn…. sweet…. ass… Oh, fuuuuck.” Vegeta's strained and gravelly voice drew the last syllable out slowly. Bulma's legs got weak, and her eyes rolled back into her head as she heard the string of obscenities coming out of his mouth.

 

It was too much for her, being penetrated like that and hearing their pleasure. She shook almost uncontrollably as her orgasm exploded within her, making the room spin as they began pounding into her, all gentility forgotten. Vegeta's ramblings became indecipherable as he spoke in a dead language and dug his fingers painfully into her hips.

 

Yamcha moaned her name repeatedly and bucked his hips to meet her own as she wailed and convulsed around him. He pulled her down on his cock roughly as the pleasure ripped through him, not caring that somehow Vegeta's hands ended up on his own as the saiyajin howled and plunged one last time into Bulma.

 

She collapsed on top of her boyfriend and felt his chest rise and fall rapidly while the sound of his heart pounded in her ear. Puffs of warm air rolled over her back as Vegeta's breathing slowly went back to normal. He hovered over her, holding himself up by a hand on either side of the pile of them. The prince ran his tongue up her back, stopping to place a quick kiss on her shoulder, before slowly withdrawing. He sat back, leaning on his elbows as he watched her slowly roll to the side and lie down between them.

 

The three just sat there, resting, breathing, and enjoying the elation. It was several minutes later when Bulma broke the silence.

 

“Whoa,” she whispered. Vegeta chuckled and turned toward his bedmates.

 

“I think she needs more. She's still able to speak,” he teased as he inched his hand closer. Yamcha laughed despite himself.

 

“No,” she shrieked and swatted at the hand as if the idea were torture. “No more. I need to rest. And a cigarette,” she sighed, not wanting to get up yet. She lied there a little while longer before she gave into her craving. She crawled off the bed and made a quick stop to her bathroom.

 

Vegeta watched until the door closed behind her, then turned to the man lying next to him. Yamcha scratched his head as the awkward feeling returned. That seemed to break the spell the post-orgasmic haze had created. They got up and collected their clothes from the floor.

 

Bulma exited the bathroom to find Yamcha fully dressed and Vegeta almost done, having only 2 buttons on his shirt left. She tried to ignore her disappointment. Grabbing her robe off the hook on the bathroom door, she slid it on as she walked out to the balcony. She lit a cigarette and stood in the doorway, making sure to blow the smoke outside.

 

“I'm going to go,” Vegeta announced as he adjusted the collar of his shirt.

 

“Uh, goodnight,” Bulma called from the balcony door, not really sure what else to say. He smiled and closed the door behind him.

 

She shook her head and took another drag. Soon she was done, and she flicked the butt over the balcony, making sure to exhale the last of the smoke before entering her bedroom. She flopped down onto her bed and rubbed the spot next to her.

 

“Come to bed,” Bulma yawned, and Yamcha stripped back down to his underwear and turned off the light. She slept better than she had in a long time, curled up against her boyfriend without a care in the world. He sighed and kiss her forehead. Soon, sleep overtook him as well.

 

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